Name__ Jeger Ulfar
Ring Name__ Wolf Heathen
Face__ Hoest
Height/Weight__ 6'6/ 235lbs
Hometown__ Karlsruhe, DE
Alignment__ Heel
Theme__ "Invocation" by Ihsahn

Early Life:
Born Jeger Ulfar, in Karlsruhe, Germany to a German mother and Norwegian father.
Was moved back to Norway after his mother committed suicide. He was quite young and was the one that found her lying in a pool of her own blood. This is probably where his obsession with the substance began.**
His father would soon follow, taking his own life a few years later. This is when he lost all faith in humanity. Malevolence followed, never having a stable environment in the first place and deciding that self inflicted death was far too cowardly for someone of his lineage, his father notwithstanding, and would never be an option. The only course of action that made any sense to him at all was to spread his rancor and chaos to all that deserved it.

Adolescence:
Jeger was sent to live with his Father’s brother who was just as jaded and disgusted with the human race as he was. This is where he would learn all about, and take great pride in, his Norwegian roots. The gods and all. Especially with the imagery of Wolves and the strength and fear they are said to evoke. Taking particular interest in the “Ulvhedin” warriors of Odin.

He mostly kept to himself when he wasn’t busy forcing people around him to deal with his endless provocations. Most of the time, they wanted nothing to do with it, even if it meant giving up what they had originally intended to do and letting him get away with it to avoid a fight, physical or otherwise. The few times people would actually stand up for themselves were laughable at best, in part because the confronted was in no way mentally or physically ready for what was coming.

He started to enjoy his little “experiments” as he called them. Testing people to see just how worthy they truly were of even existing. And according to him, there were none such creatures on the earth.

Adulthood:
Jeger abandoned his past completely. As well as his name. It wasn’t shame really, just disgust that he came from something as weak and lost as that. He adopted the name Wolf-Heathen, [hyphen is questionable] because directly translated to Norwegian it means “Ulvhedin” [see above] As beautiful and majestic as Norway is, was, and will always be, it was time for a change. Drastic and swift. To the asshole of the world in his opinion, The good old U S of A. Where better  to up heave delicate sensibilities and hypocritical ideals. Nowhere. The only thing that could be better is to be getting paid for it. And that’s exactly what happened.

Since then there has only been one person in the countless sea of human beings that he has had any desire to liken
to himself as ruthless and brutal. Only one. Finding she was much more than he expected and just as cruel as he. Desiring both the pain and blood of others as well as their own. The One. Elisabeth Adams. Together they have accomplished horrid things and it only gets worse from here....


**HEMATOMANIA: When One takes pleasure in drinking blood and/or eating flesh. or when someone feels the need to drink human blood or consume human flesh.

Not sure if you could say he SUFFERS from it, although others might. And no on the flesh part. That’s just gross…people are filthy swine. Don’t eat them.

An eerie silence settles thickly over the arena. The lights change quickly, allowing no time for your eyes to adjust to its sudden and swift exit. A deep red curtain of light creeps from the bottom of the entrance ramp to the quiet, but steadily increasing sound of a rabid rolling growl of a wolf. Smoke bellows from behind the curtain as "Invocation" by  Ihsahn startles the waiting masses into a less than friendly frenzy. Wolf Heathen appears in the smoke and holds his stance for a moment's time. Sneering in disgust at the faces around him he begins his descent to the ring. He stops suddenly, changing his course to one of the barriers, leaning over it and lunging at the crowd behind it. Grinning at the alarm on their faces, he continues to the ring, hoisting himself onto the apron and stepping over the top rope to begin his attack. Physically, Verbally or both.. 

-Undefeated, except for that one time...
-Master of Torment
-The Devil's Knight
-Your Worst Nightmare.
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