AFFILIATION: Outsider, Loner

IMMEDIATE KIN:
Eva (mother)
Vlad (father)
Sasha (sister)
Drago (brother)

BASIC APPEARANCE: Large dark tabby tom with green eyes.

DETAILED APPEARANCE: In appearance, Vachlan is a very large tom with long, thick fur - something he inherited to survive the harsh winters of his homeland. He is a dark tabby tom with mackerel tabby stripes, although his fur seems to be black with brown stripes rather than brown with black stripes. His eyes are an enchanting light olive green, which seem to have just enough warmth and mystery to draw attention. His facial features, particularly his chin, are very stern and masculine, making him a handsome tom. Vachlan's massive paws and stature are a strong indicator that, while he did not complete his training, he is still a force to be reckoned with.

PERSONALITY & DESCRIPTION: Vachlan has looks that can bring you to your knees and the charm to melt your heart. He has a way with she-cats and he's more than aware of his charms, using them fully to his advantage. Vachlan enjoys toying with she-cats, charming them and making them fall for him. For him it's entertaining, but once he's gotten the entertainment he desires, he leaves them heartbroken without even a kind word and no remorse. He feels that she-cats are weak and not worth his respect, which stems from his mother, who he views as a weak-willed she-cat, named Eva. She was in love with his father, named Vlad, although Vachlan never really knew him. Vlad left his mother when Vachlan was young, but every day until the day she died, she pathetically clung to the belief that Vlad would return. It might be hard to believe, but Vachlan was sympathetic at first, until he grew tired of her weak and pathetic hope. The final straw was once he realized she was never going to move on or give up hope - and that she didn't want to. It was then that Vachlan abandoned his mother, as his father once did, and moved on. He was born in a distant land, so he has a thick accent - a tool he enjoys using. The names of the she-cats he's wooing roll off of his tongue like honey, caressed by his deep voice. Vachlan spent many moons of his life traveling on ships that went to various countries and in his travels, he's wandered upon the territories of the Clans. He has found that he enjoys it, but hasn't decided yet whether he'll move on once again. He finds their way of life interesting, but joining Clan life is out of the question. Vachlan is much too dominant himself to acknowledge authority, but he also dislikes followers because he finds them weak and weakness is something he despises. If it's possible to warm this tom's hard heart, every she-cat that has tried, failed miserably. He is distantly related to Svana, having been born in the same mercenary group, but he did not excel in his training as she did and has since gone rogue to do as he wishes.