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Andrei Johvik.

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The man has a couple nicknames. Andy; given to him by his late wife and not among his preferred by anyone else, unless he is on close terms with another. Papa; of course, he is, in fact, a grandfather and great grandfather.

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Male.

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Upon physical appearance, he is a man of 40 years. Though his immortality has granted him a little over 2,000 years.

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While he was born in a time where homosexuality was quite open, Andrei never really explored it much. He has only ever been with his wife, however, isn't so keen on settling down again.

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Original Elder Lycan (Alpha)

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Andrei is the father to Joseph, who is the father to two children, Silas and Katarina. He is also the great grandfather to Alaska Noctis; daughter of dearest Katarina and Daemon Noctis. Distant members of the Johvik and Noctis family are tied through 'in-laws'.

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As the last of his bloodline's original species, his immortality has granted him features that have remained well preserved for centuries. Though they are not soft and delicate by no means, decorated with small scars that cover the skin of his cheeks and jaw. His wavy hair resides atop his head in feathery dark tendrils that are quite often styled in a comb-over or quip. Dark stubble lines his jaw and around his full lips, and in contrast to those two features; an unnatural pair of frosty, calculating sheens of ice rest within his skull. The bodice of this being accompanies his height of 6'5 quite nicely; built as a rampaging bull with rocks for shoulders and trunks of trees for arms that push and constrict against any sort of tight fabrication. His skin is quite the opposite of the usual pale; more like a tanned olive complexion. Andrei is a man of old fashioned formalities, therefore, one will nearly always find the man clad in a suit of sorts or anything nice.

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Very rough around the edges.
Andrei is a complex, very forward individual. Quite honestly, he is not one most would try to befriend as, well...he isn't the friendliest to most at all. Very few ever manage to tackle the razor-wire fence that stands before the stone barriers that he tends to throw up. If he does not like you, you best believe he will let you know in some way, shape, or fashion. Andrei is far from subtle when it comes to his anger and opinions on things and people. He will hand it to you as it is on a silver platter, and will likely turn an aloof and careless cheek at what you might have to say.

The man is no saint and he will inform of that up front. His hands are eternally dirtied in the blood of all from innocents to the scums of the earth. He is a monstrous beast; not an ordinary human neighbor that you try to make a buddy out of. His anger and temper ranges far and wide; a heavy threat and danger to most. Due to his old fashioned ways, he finds many a thing annoying and irkful nowadays. He fails to understand the lack of respect and intelligence in modern day youth; especially why they insist on making absurd art along walls in the alleyways. He feels the strong urge to put and anything and anyone that is out of place, back into place. He'd do it- and not in a way that would float right with others.

Andrei is a very physical being in terms of straightening out a situation that has obviously dragged on for too long. He had never been one to talk something out or settle things with words. To him, the only true way to get others to learn is through physical means. Others receive unto themselves what they deliver to others- yet with Andrei, it is much worse. However, this being said, the man does still harbor a sense of formal class and mannerisms. Through his excruciating aloof and highly apathetical layer, he is quite able to act in a decent manner, despite how it is usually very much just an...act.

The beast, however...
A literal separate half of all that makes up Andrei, himself. An unpredictable, powerful, merciless creature with a raging thirst for bloodshed. A creature of nightmares and lore, the lycan and Andrei do not share the same mind, nor the same personality. They are both their own in more dangerous ways than one.

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All that is to be known openly about Andrei is that he was born and raised in Moscow over two thousand years ago to an Alpha pair of Russia's single, largest pack of Original Lycans. Of course, they started mixing with regular pureblood werewolves and eventually Andrei was that last of the originals. He became Alpha to that very pack until he stepped down and allowed his son, Joseph, to take over with his mate, Tatiana. It has been years since the day of Joseph's death; to this day, Tatiana rules over the pack of Moscow whilst her two children are elsewhere, living lives of their own.

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