Starting with my trend of hunter/vigilantly rouges. I adopted this fun looking wolf orientally from , with a Modern redesigned by /////// Enter: Vuchko Borislav. A smug, slothful, and not the most outwardly sensitive wolf around. Yet a guy you can count on if you want someone to "disappear", stuck between a rock and a hard place, or just giving him a stack of cash, lunch and a gallon of booze to make him reliable.


Full Name: Vuchko Borislav

Species: Wolf

Gender: Male

Eye Color: dark-red

Height: 9.9 ft.

Weight: Classified

Occupation: rouge/hitmen


BIO

At first glance, he may look very laid back, and even a lazy bum of a lupine. Coming from a rural mountainous area of Euros while currently living in those "Khrushchevka" like apartments. Enjoying the cold peaceful frozen tundra alps while turning to be a private hitman to make ends meet. Having a deep Slavic smooth-talker temperament like an easy going “dog”. Underneath that however, he could be a notorious and even a cocky hunter. Under the name “The crimson hound”. Using a wide range of stun-based guns and weaponry to incapacitate his prey/targets. As they helpless can't run or move their limbs after shooting their legs and arms for his game. Only their eyes and heads can move. Vuchko then as last laugh while calmly walked the ambience in his own favor. “Why should I chase my food? I pull the trigger and the food comes to me .” Smirking darkly with a wide smile as his massively hairy, greasy, gurgling gut looms over them. And yes, he rarely uses his other weapons on his other than his stun pistol. Using them as a "collection" from his fallen targets. From a shotgun to even an electric katana. As his big belly hovered over his prey like a solar eclipse.... that's the last thing they will ever see from the outside world. Putting his prey/targets in their place......within his said belly where they belong. Enjoying his dominating might by devouring them whole and alive while playing with their futile struggles and bulges after gulping them whole. Sending them down to core of his gut. Digesting the last miserable part of their lives into more unrecognizable fatty lard on his body. Yet won't care much as he lays back and relaxed after they give up fighting his hungry churning stomach. Not even Vuchko himself can't tell if his prey is still protesting since his own blubber tub that makes a great sound barrier. With his icy and smug demeanor as "nature intended" in his own words, he's far from being a pushover. Being able to get ready to take on fighting plans in a serious life or death situation. Taking on great risks if someone he cares about is in great danger. So, if you need a good listening ear or a drinking buddy as well, you can count on him.... once he's kind of sober. He might create a few messes, yet always there and willing to clean them up.


Fun fact: He was based on the 1984 mascot of "Vučko" (Serbo-Croatian Cyrillic: Вучко) in Sarajevo (Yugoslavia at the time). Hits his name "Vuchko", as he speaks in kind of a Boasian baritone kind of a voice. As many wolves of which live in the Dinaric Alps, where Sarajevo is located.

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