Asmik Rollan Sergeyevich

Werewolf Triumvir and ruler of the Lodge of Freedom. His calm and wise demeanor is not very hard to crack, letting his primal fury wash over his enemies like a tsunami of raw physical power, earning him many legends and renown among the tribes he touched. But all those that underestimated him as nothing more than a dumb brute came to regret it as soon as his army of loyal spirits tore them apart, creating a bedrock of blood and bones squarely aimed at the top of the food chain in any place or situation he's ever been in. His acumen for the spirit world and its politics is deceptively sharp and his wisdom saved many young and inexperienced Werewolves from political power plays. His ice blue eyes are the last thing many of his would be victims see, making them a distinctive trait in the fearful tales hushed by his enemies. His position as Triumvir is well earned, even with his growing distrust of anything outside of the Uratha.