Gunnar

//This is part of the Hangover city, Liverpool, uk setting//

=Gunnar=

Gunnar is a massive as both wolf and human. His human form is pushing seven foot and has a body born of a life spent in the Camel-lairds shipyard moving plates of steel by brute force. Since the yard moved onto smaller craft and there is less danger of sparks form the wielding he has allowed his blond hair and beard to grow long. His eyes are the clear blue of his nordic ancestors and he has made a small name for himself as a reliable extra in historical dramas where they need a hulking great viking to run screaming towards the hero and be shot down in a hale of arrows.

As a wolf he is too large to pass for anything natural and his fur is almost white. Callum once suggested he would have more success ‘wearing a saddle and disguising himself as a pit pony’. Not surprisingly this was a suggestion the proud werewolf was all too quick to shoot down.

He is the leader of the Tranmere wolf pack, which being easily the biggest in the city, makes him the leader of all the Wolves in Liverpool and gives him a seat on the High council. He is very traditional and holds power by physical strength. That said he knows his pack have a better chance of survival if he takes council from ‘lesser beings’ and formulates his decrees from their suggestions than just going with his own gut instinct. This is probably a very good thing as Gunnar is very much an ‘attack first- interrogate the dead’ person himself. Meeting of the council often take a break whilst Gunnar ‘goes for a walk for a calm down’ before decisions are made to ensure he is voting with his head not his anger.

Gunnar is fiercely loyal and protective of the wolves, including the ‘brothers in another shape’ as he calls the other weres. He knows the vampires, Fae and wizards are all well versed in social manipulation and court politics that his people have less experience with, so he is consciously on guard against his faction being out manipulated or abused by ‘the politicos over the water’. As a result he sometimes sees offence where none was intended and reacts badly to minor slurs. The other factions pussy foot around him, always conscious that his anger is only just beneath the surface. If he did call a war the variety of weres under his command would make them a difficult faction to take down.