Profile of Iosef

A tank of a man, Iosef looms over many. He's a brute in terms of height and strength—having been blessed (or perhaps cursed) with gigantism, he stands at 45' tall at his withers. All muscle and bulk, his walk is lumbering and heavy, powerful and confident. Iosef is burnished with creams, ember, rust, with thick fur. He has strong, long limbs and a sturdy maned neck. Due to his years spent as a soldier, Iosef is covered in various scars. His deep-set eyes are hazel in color; light green as the base, with a ring of amber around his pupils.

Iosef was forged in great fires and molded out of steel—his resolve and duty are his most prominent traits. He is loyal to the core, willing to fight and die for his leader and pack if asked. He's seen many battles and has slaughtered many enemies, so he's long since been desensitized to death and warfare. A soldier's life is all he's ever known. He is strict with his routines, dogged and gruff, and dislikes when they are disrupted or challenged. Very matter-of-fact, Iosef speaks bluntly, and often comes off as harsh and unapproachable.

WIP, but the gist is he was raised in a Northern Territory outside of Sonder, and was practically bred for war. He was forced into combat and rigorous training at a very young age, and being a trained soldier is all he's ever known.