Rugged, tall and beastly, Bär was once a brutal biker-man with his "kids" — his little piglets and his beautiful Ms. Betsy. — his motorcycle A pelt of blue, grey, white and tan was bestowed upon him as he was transported to this world, grey hairs lingering throughout his pelt due to old age; old for a wolf, anyway...

His stature is odd and gruff, slacked lazily and eyes often drooping. Though, when he doesn't look like a lazy-ass bitch, he's in an aggressive stance, ready to fight and ready to kill. It isn't something he's not familiar with.

Bär's height is really what sets him apart from most other wolves, though; Due to being a mix of two the the largest canines in the world, the man sits at a towering 38 inches tall. His chest is well-muscled and his back-legs are lethal at best, but he's still an old man, both physically and mentally.

Rough and tough, this is an aggressive, no-feelings man who is ready to kill when necessary. Before Canis, he was raised in a biker gang, taught the ways of the alpha-dog and the cut-throat survival techniques. While most prove useless nowadays, Bär tries his best to implement them in his day-to-day life as a reminder of home.

Hardened by the death of his human-self, Bär faces every situation with a snarl and a bite, strength and force being his go-to method with everything, like, everything everything. The only one's he isn't aggressive with are his little piglets — his children (adopted or biological) or the children of his close friends/relatives.

Violent, blood-thirsty, manipulative, cold... The man has many titles, each he wears with a crooked, broken smile and a sick sense of pride. Bär has earned himself a name, and he's done too much to let that slip away. He is Bär Blod-Næve, and he is here to rock your fucking world.