"Come here boy, I'm going to wear your flesh as my coat. "
-Miles Oleifr.
Name: Miles Oleifr
Age: 48 ( though is actually older as the amulet he wears has
kept him alive since the medieval times)
Species: Lycan
Height: 6'8
Nationality: Norwegian
Languages: German and English
Status: Mated to Duat Khabeknet:
Best friend: Vincent Lamori- considers him a brother.
Unique Attributes: A tall Norseman, white-skinned, broad shoulders, muscular built, long black hair, a few Viking symbols located on the side of his face and parts of his body. Thick beard with the side ends twisted into two braids.
Lycan form: White/gray matted fur. Amber eyes when stable, scarlet eyes when in fury state.
Personality trait: Tempered most of the time/seemingly grumpy. Intimidating at first. Secretly warm-hearted to those he cares about.Occupation: Hitman, employed by the Order.Signature weapon: Dual silver Axes.
Back Story
Miles Oliefr, has been around long enough to see the world change and evolve, even then, his bloodlust hasn't. Lycanthrope cells have always coursed his vines since the day he took his first breath. Born in the 800s, a period of the Viking era, Miles had fought many wars with his people, raiding and conquering lands, living up to the culture of the Viking to die with honor and visit Valhalla. But winning brutal battles, always came at a cost of bloodshed. His beloved wife, Carina, a Wiccan priestess, was caught in the crossfire when a poisoned arrow had penetrated her heart.
Miles was torn in panic and eager to get her home so that he could find a healing potion but the distance was too far and she used most of the bottles to heal the other pack members leaving none for herself. In her last breath, Carina told Miles that she had made him a gift. An amulet that she had been working on a few days prior too. She whispered its location in their wooden cabin. The woman told the man that the necklace was surrounded by magic, it was a vial with a rose inside, a special rose that was unusually smaller than most so as to fit into the glass tube. With that amulet, he would have immortality an advantage against the enemy. She warned him that without the necklace he was susceptible to death.
Miles shook his head fiercely while the agony of losing his beloved devoured his soul. He wanted to die with his Carina but she made him promise to keep living for her, conquer lands, and to show the enemy the power of the Norse seafarers. In his arms, Carina died. Leaving him alone with no child, since she was barren, and her presence to make him smile in the mornings.
On that day, fury roared in Norseman. He released the monster that ached to claw out of his flesh. The site encouraged every pack member to release theirs. They became their enemy's nightmare in a matter of seconds and their foes beheld the monstrosity stacked with muscles bulging with veins. Rows of sharp teeth and bipedal bodies matted in thick fur. They were the Vikings in the form of intimidating creatures that resembled a wolf. The enemy knew they were meeting their doom, surrounded by beats, it was the rise of the Lycans.
In his time of darkness, Miles met Vincent. A man he came to befriend and trust. Their bond was strong and two had considered themselves as brothers. They fought for one another and fought side by side, even fought against each other before coming to a mutual understanding. Miles had learned of Vincent's curse and how he had to wear an amulet himself to keep his own monster within. The two learned they had a lot in common. They traveled together and enjoyed the typical sex and booze with women.
There was, however, something the two shared alike. They had a bit of struggle, and emptiness, soul-searching, the desire to settle with someone. In the end, the two swore, to always be there for each other. Miles had always worked by Vincent's side over the years and on. With the amulet on, Miles lived to see time pass and the times change. By the 1800s he was struggling to see the point of living any longer. The thrill of the kill, the thrill to take what belonged to him is what kept him locked, then, of course, Vincent too wouldn't let Miles give up his life so easily.
Miles' eyes had instantly changed ambered and he attacked the first member with the firearm. Bullets were firing everywhere and the children along with women were screaming, running carrying their kids to safety. A few were shot bringing them down. Sheila gasped and quickly grabbed, Lela, kicking the picnic table with enough force to make the legs unroot and tip. The caked and everything on it fell and smashed on the grass. She grabbed Lela who was hysterically crying, ducking down and using the table as a shield. The men who were at the party, lycans themselves husbands to the women, began to help Miles bring the Red men down.
They roared and snarled. Miles gripped the first man by his face and slammed his head into the bark of a tree. The impact cracked his skull. The Norseman suddenly winced and grunted as two bullets of silver hit his shoulder. He lashed the gun holder, using his adrenalin to fight the pain and rammed himself into the man. Miles opened his hand and allowing his claws to grow and slashed the Red's throat. He gripped his jugular and ripped out his tongue. The sight was gruesome but it pleased him. ~ " Shh, it's okay hunny. " Shiela jolted to the sounds of gunshots.
When another Red approached them, Shiela stood up abruptly, "You will NOT touch her!" She shouted, amber eyes glowing before she leaped at him, latching her k-9s onto his neck. Her body suddenly froze when a silver bullet hit her head. Lela screamed, "Mommy!" The Red's body fell along with Shiela's. The man in charge of that bullet was approaching the little girl.
By now the males had already shifted and tore apart each Red. One was left and Miles was on him in lycan form. When he saw his daughter was in danger, he dashed forward leaping onto the man. He bit his shoulder and the male growled in pain, even then, the Red laughed. He held tightly to his gun and shot fired at Miles's side. The lycan growled in pain as the silver hissed into his skin. Lela's eyes widened.
While Miles was distracted in agony, the Red slammed a knife into Miles another side. The creature roared and was forced off him. He stood up staggering. The man went to the pull out his gun in an aims to fire at the creature's head but was met with an angry little girl who latched on his shoulders since he was sitting up. She slashed at the man's face with her small claws. "Leave my papa alone!" Lela shouted. "Grargh!" The Red snarled as his flesh was being shredded, but Lela was too small to do any more damage. The man to grab her by the amulet Miles gave her for her birthday, managing to peel the child off him. He tossed her to the ground and without hesitation, he fired at her. A yelp was heard from her lips and she held her stomach. A pool of blood soaked her baby blue dress.
Lela's face paled and she started to pant desperately for air.
Miles' ears perked and he instantly glanced at the sight startled. His eyes narrowed and he stormed towards the man on fours. The Red fired a few rounds but missed as the lycan dodged them, zigg-zagging. The red attempted to fire again but he ran out of ammo. His eyes widened as Miles was closing the gap fast. "Ha- Hah. ARGH!" He released a blood-curdling scream. Miles had gripped him by the throat and with a clenched fist, he made the man's eyes bulge until they fell out of his of his sockets. The lycan tossed the male aside. Miles quickly moved towards Lela. His ears lowered, a heartbreaking whimper followed. Miles could hear Lela's heart slowing. He whimpered again, slowly shifting, hair shedding turning to a man again. Naked before everyone who was now closing in at the horrid sight.
"No. No. I can't. Not this again. Lela.. sweetheart. Please stay with Papa." Her small hand came to touch his face before it hung and fell. Lela died. The other lycans mourned for him and brought his dead mate's body to lay next to their daughter. Miles dropped his head between them and wept.
Since that day, Miles had sworn himself to the Order, to help bring down the Red Dawn. His heart had died with his daughter and mate that day. He never allowed himself to fall in love after that, nor did he desire a family. Losing someone you love is agonizing but twice it's damaging.
Yet, years passed, a young ebony woman, stole his heart, bringing it back to life, and although he wanted nothing to do with this dark beauty who was filled with a spunk and coy words, she somehow managed to revive his dead heart. He learned the meaning of love again and how it felt. What started out as just working with her to find those Dawn assholes- who were linked to his family's murder, became a complicated situation between the youngling and Miles.
A drunk night of old grief and comfort gave birth to feelings developing between the young woman and himself. It was only natural for him to feel severely protective of her after what he went through. It is why the Norseman gave her the ambulant of immortality because she was human and her life was fragile and dear to him. She was the first human he fell for. A spunky youngling who gave him a reason to live, Duat Khabeknet.
Castraphaically, Miles was pinned with threats against his young lover, captive by advance Reds, and brought to the leader of the Red Dawn. The leader had revealed that Duat had a dark past and was linked to their clan of fanatics. It didn't add up to Miles' mind but he was still stunned, refusing to believe such a thing, after taking their threat- to leave her, or else they'd kill her, Miles was released, weak from the injection of silver nitrate which nearly killed him. He found a source to heal him and met with Duat later that night. Miles had to make the most difficult decision and it was to leave Duat. It had sent the wrong impression, he left her to think he regretted everything, considering their age gap, and that he didn't want her anymore, yet they were all lies to keep to protect her.
Years later, their second encounter was full knuckle punch to Miles' face. The man came to visit Vincent shockingly discovering that Duat worked under him as the head maid. The confrontation was intense and Duat had landed a good one fist into Miles' countenance derived from a bitter grudge towards Miles. She was still hurt for what he did, leaving her as that and Miles understood. The two admitted their feelings and in turn, she told her the truth, why he left her. It was worth it because the two rekindled their bond and this time Miles swore to never leave her again. Within his love for her, he made Duat his mate.
However, on one catastrophic night, Duat was caught and exposed by one of the Red Dawn members, a ruthless man but also a creature who's loyalty was to the Red. His name, the Burning Man. It was revealed that she was working for the Lamori and betraying the Red Organization. She was assassinated. Miles felt his heart tore apart, her head delivered to Vincent's doorstep and in grief Miles witness the gruesome package. The Norseman roared in agony, yet he lost a lover. He swore love was a curse. He glared at Vincent, blamed him for what happened to Duat and since that day, Miles left the manor with a cold heart focusing on his pack and taking down every dawn member driven by vengeful blood.
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