Silver Fang

**Silver Fang** · Tue Oct 17, 2023 6:10 am

Guild :

Fairy Tail

Jewels :

1,800,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Demi-Human (Wolf)

Experience :

130,000

Reputation :

500

Class :

Berserker

Magic :

Hail Storm

Strength :

25

Speed :

35

Constitution :

24

Endurance :

24

Intelligence :

22

Mana :

2600

General

Name: Sølv Fang (Silver Fang)

Age: 20
July 1st X775

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Bi-Fem Preference

Ethnicity, Father: Icebergian

Ethnicity, Mother: Icebergian

Class: Berserker

Race: Demi-Human

Rank: D-rank

Guild: Fairytail

Tattoo: Located on the upper part of his left arm, just below the shoulder.

Face: Art by Cookie Run

Appearance

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 140 lbs

Hair: Black

Eyes: Aquamarine

Overall: Standing at a pretty average height but with an extremely lean toned body hones from years of training and raiding in the Icebergian lands.

His hair is wild, short, and black with a pair of long-ish wolf ears atop his head. His nails are also sharper and stronger than average, able to use them to climb tree's easily from a young age.

Often wearing clothes of various leathers and furs from his homeland that can keep him warm in any weather, his eyes are a brilliant striking shade of green like shining aquamarine.

His expression if often neutral bordering on amused with the slightest uptilt to his lips, as if always ready to laugh or smile should he find something to be amusing to him.

Extra: A scar on his right cheek in the shape of an X.

Personality

Personality: Amused: Silver often walks with a mostly neutral expression bordering on the edge of an amused smile. The corner of his lips curled ever so slightly up to give him a confidant amused air as though waiting to find something amusing to smile at while he is being entertained.

Love of Strength: He has a love for the battle that comes from his upbringing, trained to fight shortly after he began walking by his parents. He's often keen to show his strength and skill.

Desire and Justice: His upbringing also gave him a warped sense of ownership. Raiding meant that the strong took what they wanted, and the weak either died fighting or submitted themselves to the will of the strong. He only partially shares in this mentality though, perhaps it was from the books he read as a child, but his desire to be a raider was dampened by his desire to be a hero rather than a thief stealing through the use of brute force. He prefers fair and consensual combat for a prize when it is desired, rather than taking whatever he wants whenever he wants it. A slightly more noble approach than many of his raiding brethren in the Icebergian lands. Though he still did what was required of him when he was finally involved with raids, his joy in combat was tempered by the blood and tears of the innocent that were shed in the process, claiming what they needed, but not feeling that their actions were entirely justified.

Loyalty: Whatever desires he may have the needs of his village always came first. He was always more than willing to live and die for the sake of his village whether he believed in what they were doing or not. Though he may dislike something, he will not betray someone he has bonded himself to.

Romantic: Seeing the bond his parents share often made him think of his own future and the desires he had. A partner to walk with him on the trail certainly, if he could find one willing to walk it with him. But also the desire to be someone that could be loved. He's unsure what qualities are most desirable, but he intends to try his best to make someone as happy as they might make him.

Likes: Berries, nuts, meat, soft, warm, sweet, comfortable, full, friendship, loyalty, bonds,

Dislikes: Bitter, bland, tasteless, foul scents, betrayal, disloyalty, cowardliness, sticky, too hot, burning,

Motivations: Strength, love, heroism, friendship, the desire to make the world a better place.

Fears: Abandonment, disloyalty, being hated by people he cares about,

Statistics

Strength: 7

Speed: 7

Constitution: 6

Endurance: 6

Intelligence: 4

Magic

Magic Name: Hail Storm

Magic Element: Ice/Lightning

Magic Enhancement: Combo-Elemental Magic

Magic Description: Hail Storm utilizes the powers of lightning and ice combined, the synergy of the elements work well together to devastating effect, ice providing a solid structure for lightning to cling to, both elements working to damage or hinder the enemy they are used to strike.

History

History:

Born in Icebergian lands, a baby boy was born to a pair of proud demi-human parents, it was a cold and wintery day, which was a perfect day for the baby to be born as far as everyone was concerned.

The village he was born to was a raiding one often going out to take whatever it needed from other villagers, putting their great strength to use by taking what they needed from those weaker than them.

Fang was taught from his earliest days that the world was an unfair place, that the strong survived and the weak starved, that those who could not protect whatever they possessed were likely to be taken by those stronger than them and they would either be put to the sword or forced to submit to the whims of their aggressor.

Almost as soon as he could walk he was trained in the ways of war by his father, while his mother taught him how to read and write. Fang enjoyed whatever lessons he was given immensely, simply basking in the praise and attention he gained from his parents.

However, the books they took from other villages he would read, and through them, he gained a new sense of introspection. Though he admired his family and the village as a whole, he found that he did not admire their actions as much as their strength.

When he was strong enough and old enough to join in the raids he did so, more so out of duty than a desire to take from others. After all, they needed the things they stole, and while he didn't enjoy the act of taking, he did enjoy the thrill of battle. Though it was only once the battle was over he began to regret, seeing the blood and tears of those he took from. He was strong, and they were weak, but in his heart, he would have felt more justified protecting these people than taking from them. With what they took these people might starve while his own would thrive, and he did not enjoy that idea. It was hard for him to see how everyone else from his village seemed to go on without care from those they killed and stole from.

Eventually, though he decided he needed to make his way out into the world, perhaps find his own mate, and create a tribe of his own. One more noble, self-sufficient, that did not need to steal from others to survive, yet would be strong enough to defend what was there. That was what he desired most.

So he bid his parents farewell, and with their blessing set out.

Discord: glade0464

Reference: @Sofia