About
Alaric Alexander Ferdinand BurrAge - 25
Height - 5'5"
Born - July 23rd(He keeps the exact date to himself).
Hair - Black, usually kept cut and styled.
Hometown - Bored and raised in Koln Germany.
Complexion - Pale pink.
Eye color - Dark blue (The color of the deep sea).
Concieved and raised in Cologne (Koln), one of the oldest cities of Germany. Alaric was brought in to a moderate family, neither outragiously rich, nor poor. Born to Ursala (named after the Saint Ursala, a Britanic princess who was martyred along with eleven of her fellow virgin companions for their faith by Atila the Hun in the city of Koln itself), and Rudolphus Von Burr, a man of status amongst the people of Koln, rising to power as a dignitary of noteable standard.
Living in the fourth largest city of Germany had its perks. With his father being one of the wealthiest men in the upper middle-class of Koln itself, Alaric normally had whatever he wished. Clothes, toys, and trinkets alike were no problem to the boy, but friendships were quick to fade. Due to an illness that had befallen Alaric at birth, he was not allowed around the others, not often at least, and during the full moon, he hid himself away, not to be seen for days.
One full moon, Alaric had wandered out in to the streets, finding himself in the cross fire of an SS soldier, and a western ally. Being the recepient of exactly four-hundred and sixty-two air raids, Koln lost over half of its population in WWII, and with Germany's nee for dfferent types of lethal weaponry, Alaric was plucked from the streets of his home town, and forced in to the German Army.
When he eventually lost control of himself, Alaric was found out, and by none other than the monster who ran the SS forcesh imself. Not a werewolf, leopard, or tiger, but.. Something much different, something that brought increasing interest to the man himsef. Alaric was branded, and thrown in to mind numbing training. He found within himself true loyalty toward the army that had torture him so, and became a rutheless soldier, revered by his allies, and utterly feared by the poor men and women that crossed his path. All too soon, the war ended, and he was tossed aside, forgotten by the very people that had twisted him in to the beast that he was now, leaving Kolhn in the vain hope of finding something better, something good..
But what good was there left in the world for a burdened man like him to find?
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