Vilkas
The false god heralds the end; the Moon promises freedom. You wilt beneath the false god. You uphold the false god. And so, you are doomed. We are doomed.
The middle-aged lycanthrope has been imprisoned in the Moonlit Tower, having been diagnosed with an odd strain of Lunar Madness. Stuck halfway between humanoid and lunar forms, Vilkas spends most of his time scratching indecipherable patterns on the wall, muttering and whispering nonsense to himself, and attempting to speak with the Moon through his cell window. One of his eyes is entirely silver, obscured entirely by a warped Silver Sight that clouds his vision with indecipherable flashes of the future… or perhaps it is merely all a hallucination concocted by his warped and twisted mind.
Although Shirina and the Silverlight have attempted to treat him and bring some semblance of peace to his troubled mind, Vilkas seems almost entirely unaware of their existence. The crazed werewolf lives in a silver-lined world, one with seemingly no way in… and no way out.
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Age
47
Date of Death
Between 450-500 YAR
Circumstances of Death
Illness
Place of Death
Children
Pronouns
He/Him/His
Belief/Deity
Otsana Daciana, The Moon
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