Name: Kershov
Age (pup, teen, adult): Adult
Gender: Male
Appearance (include at the minimum coat and eye color): A monstrous arctic wolf - a stocky bearlike frame thick with iron muscle and robed in an immaculate alabaster canvas, tattered in some areas where scar tissue runs deep into flesh and has permanently disrupted the regrowth of fur. Other than his impressive size, Kershov's most distinguishing feature is his face: a past enemy shredded half his muzzle to reveal rows of glistening teeth in a forever-grin, made more ghastly by the pitch black eyes that glint coldly from an otherwise handsome face.
Personality: Smooth as ice and just as frigid, Kershov is a beast dripping with class and savagery in equal measure. He possesses endless patience when it comes to plotting his goals, and none whatsoever for fools and weaklings - unless he spots potential somewhere in their miserable bones. The former ganglord is someone who would gladly take in the homeless, the broken, the needy . . . provided they give him their unwavering loyalty and obey his orders without question. Mercy and honor are trivial lies. The only truth in this world is that which rules survival - and Ker adheres to this with glacial tenacity, fangs bared at any who would betray or challenge him.
Breed: arctic
History (optional): Kershov has always been a leader in some facet. In the beginning, it was as a warlord on a wretched expanse of tundra. Then, for a while, he ruled over the army of Abendrot . . . until old wounds and madness threatened the safety of those he loved cared for. Having potentially re-chained the demon that almost destroyed all he'd worked for, the winter dragon has crawled back to the place that used to quake when it heard his name.
OOC: Back, bitches.