Name: Pyotr Yulyevich Volkov
Nickname: Petya
Species: Wolf
Nickname: Petya
Species: Wolf
Home World: Earth
Homeland: Russia
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Height: 6'4"
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Height: 6'4"
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Wolf Form
Coat Color: Red, black and white
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 2'8"
Length: 5'2"
Past
Pyotr started his life in early nineteenth century Russia. His mother was a noble while his father had been a gypsy. Neither of their families approved of their relationship, at first, and tried everything to discourage them from pursuing one. Nothing anyone said or did convinced them to put an end to things in fact it only pushed them closer. One day his maternal grandfather decided that enough was enough and decided to give Pyotr's mother an ultimatum: She either end things with her gypsy lover or she was disowned. Instead of doing what her father had wished, Pyotr's mother went to live among the gypsy. His maternal grandmother begged her husband to go after their daughter, but he refused. He was certain that she would be back once she realized just how difficult life was among the wandering people, and the absences of the comfort of home became too much to bare.
It was true that life among the gypsies was far different than the one she was used to living, but after a small adjustment period she found herself happier among the people than she had ever been. She came to love them as much as she did the man whom she would eventually marry, and her husband's people shared her affection. It wasn't long after their marriage that his mother gave birth to the first of their seven sons, and Pyotr was the youngest. The first six years of his life was a rather happy yet uneventful one, but that all changed when the people made the mistake of staying upon the wrong lands. This was not the first time they made such a mistake. The gypsies had an ill reputation, and as such many did not find their presence welcoming.
They learned to look for those whom were tolerant of them, but from time to time they made miscalculations and ended up staying upon the lands of those whom could not stomach the people. This happened to be the case with the man whose land they happened to be upon, and any attempt the people made to appease him fell upon deaf ears. He believed nothing they said because he claimed gypsies were known liar. In fact, he said they all should be killed. That the only good thief was a dead one, but before he could carry through with his threat another came forward to pay their debt. He told the people they were free to stay upon his lands as long as they wished, but for some reason they didn't understand they refused the offer. While the man didn't yell or scream at them it was clear that he was not happy with their rejection.
He tried to convince them to accept his offer by reminding them had very few allies, but still they refused. He told them that their pride was going to be their downfall before biding them a fond farewell. It became clear a few months later that those words had been a threat instead of a warning. The man returned with a pack of wolves in the like of which the people had never seen before. They tore through the tribe, killing anyone or dragging them away to some unknown fate them came upon. It quickly became clear that their only chance for survival was to flee, and that was exactly what did they. They scattered in every direction with the hope that a few of them might escape the ordeal with their lives intact. Pyotr fled with his mother and two of his brothers, but it quickly became clear that the wolves were not far behind them. His mother vowed that she would not let them take any of the children she had with her while praying that her other four sons would be spared as well.
She took her children to the one place she never thought she return---her childhood home. She knew it wasn't far from where they had been staying, and believed that once she was within her father's lands that the wolves would back off. She was not wrong, but she did not know how long they would be allowed to stay there or whether or not the wolves would be waiting at the edge of her father's lands waiting to finish off what they had started. What she did know she had received a fatal blow from one of the wolves, but she clung to life long enough to take her three children to her father's estate. She half expected them to be turned aside as soon as they arrived, but it quickly became clear that she had nothing to fear. Her parents were more concerned with her injuries than holding fast to old anger. She barely managed to tell them what happened before collapsing from her injuries. They quickly rushed her inside to give her the best medical care of the time, but that was not enough. A few days later she passed away.
There was no questions within Pyotr's grandparents mind that they were going to take in their grandsons. They understood all the questions and snide comments that would come along with this decisions--especially in regard to their gypsy heritage. Pyotr's grandfather suggested they lie about their heritage, but his grandmother was not having it. She made it perfectly clear while she understood the stigma of being a gypsy she was not going to allow her grandchildren to sacrifice their identity for the sake of his pride. They argued about it for some time, but eventually he relented. He agreed to not make them hide their gypsy heritage, but he would do nothing to help them reconnect with the people. It became clear that he hoped that he could erase their gypsy side in other ways, and his primary focus was upon Pyotr, whom was the youngest of the three. His grandfather hoped that young age paired with the trauma of what happened that he would forget about his time spent among the gypsies.
It seemed that his grandfather got his wish. Unlike his siblings, he never mentioned his time among the people, and he was more receptive to his grandfather attempts to make him a proper Russian than his two brothers. However, there were clues that he had maintained more of his gypsy upbringing than thought, but his grandfather swore that Pyotr had inherited these aspects of his nature from him rather than his upbringing. He swore Pyotr was just like him during his youth, but he would claim down once he was married. He just needed time to sow his wild oats, as the saying went. His grandmother was not blind to the truth, but she did nothing to open her husband's eyes. One day Pyotr asked his grandmother while she didn't reveal the truth and she responded by asking him the same. He thought long and hard about the question over the question before answering that it cost him nothing to allow his grandfather to believe as he did. His grandmother just smiled at those words.
He tried to convince them to accept his offer by reminding them had very few allies, but still they refused. He told them that their pride was going to be their downfall before biding them a fond farewell. It became clear a few months later that those words had been a threat instead of a warning. The man returned with a pack of wolves in the like of which the people had never seen before. They tore through the tribe, killing anyone or dragging them away to some unknown fate them came upon. It quickly became clear that their only chance for survival was to flee, and that was exactly what did they. They scattered in every direction with the hope that a few of them might escape the ordeal with their lives intact. Pyotr fled with his mother and two of his brothers, but it quickly became clear that the wolves were not far behind them. His mother vowed that she would not let them take any of the children she had with her while praying that her other four sons would be spared as well.
She took her children to the one place she never thought she return---her childhood home. She knew it wasn't far from where they had been staying, and believed that once she was within her father's lands that the wolves would back off. She was not wrong, but she did not know how long they would be allowed to stay there or whether or not the wolves would be waiting at the edge of her father's lands waiting to finish off what they had started. What she did know she had received a fatal blow from one of the wolves, but she clung to life long enough to take her three children to her father's estate. She half expected them to be turned aside as soon as they arrived, but it quickly became clear that she had nothing to fear. Her parents were more concerned with her injuries than holding fast to old anger. She barely managed to tell them what happened before collapsing from her injuries. They quickly rushed her inside to give her the best medical care of the time, but that was not enough. A few days later she passed away.
There was no questions within Pyotr's grandparents mind that they were going to take in their grandsons. They understood all the questions and snide comments that would come along with this decisions--especially in regard to their gypsy heritage. Pyotr's grandfather suggested they lie about their heritage, but his grandmother was not having it. She made it perfectly clear while she understood the stigma of being a gypsy she was not going to allow her grandchildren to sacrifice their identity for the sake of his pride. They argued about it for some time, but eventually he relented. He agreed to not make them hide their gypsy heritage, but he would do nothing to help them reconnect with the people. It became clear that he hoped that he could erase their gypsy side in other ways, and his primary focus was upon Pyotr, whom was the youngest of the three. His grandfather hoped that young age paired with the trauma of what happened that he would forget about his time spent among the gypsies.
It seemed that his grandfather got his wish. Unlike his siblings, he never mentioned his time among the people, and he was more receptive to his grandfather attempts to make him a proper Russian than his two brothers. However, there were clues that he had maintained more of his gypsy upbringing than thought, but his grandfather swore that Pyotr had inherited these aspects of his nature from him rather than his upbringing. He swore Pyotr was just like him during his youth, but he would claim down once he was married. He just needed time to sow his wild oats, as the saying went. His grandmother was not blind to the truth, but she did nothing to open her husband's eyes. One day Pyotr asked his grandmother while she didn't reveal the truth and she responded by asking him the same. He thought long and hard about the question over the question before answering that it cost him nothing to allow his grandfather to believe as he did. His grandmother just smiled at those words.
Over the next few years he continued the ruse. but it came to an end when his grandfather passed. His death was a welcomed one. He had became a shell of himself with no knowledge or recognition of those around him. There were those that thought he should have continued pretending even after his grandfather's death and that he was dishonoring his grandfather by not doing so. They increased their opinion that he was disgracing his grandfather's name when instead of marrying a proper Russian he chose instead to wed a gypsy. Pyotr's grandmother quickly silenced their outrage by revealing the truth behind it. They cared nothing about her deceased husband honor, but only what they could gained if Pyotr continued pretending. She welcomed Pyotr's wife with open arms, and made it clear that there would be dire consequences for anyone whom made her feel otherwise.
This wasn't just any gypsy he married, but his best friend from his time along the people and proof that his more of his tribe survived. Over the course of the years he discovered more survived--including one of his brothers, whom told Pyotr and his other two brothers that three of the four brothers that had fled with father had manage to survive the attack, but the other two would perish over the course of the years. One from tuberculosis and the other from an infected bullet wound. Pyotr's two brothers decided to return with their brother to his new tribe, and pleaded with Pyotr to come with them, but he refused telling them that his place was with their grandmother. They accepted his decision and told him that he was always welcomed among the people.
He expected his wife to protest his decision or even decide to leave him to return to the people. but instead she took his hand and told him that she would follow him down whatever path he choose. They were happily married for several years. In fact, Pyotr's wife was pregnant with their first child when their fairytale story came crumbling down around them. He was out hunting alone when he came upon a wolf like the ones that had attacked his family when he had been a child. He believed it had came back to finish what had been started all those years ago, and when the wolf attacked him Pyotr was certain this was the case. He swore that the wolf was not gonna take his wife and unborn child. He fled, hoping that the wolf would follow him as well as hoping that he could end it before he succumb to his wounds. He felt something coursing within his veins--a fire that grew hotter with each passing second.
He knew the very moment he felt it that it had been this fire that had claimed his mother's life rather than the severity of her wound. He didn't ponder what this might mean because the wolf whom had attacked him was fast behind him. He knew he had to think quick before the growing fire took that ability away from him. The wolf behind him did something he never thought were possible. She transformed into a woman. At first, he thought he was imagining things, but he quickly became clear that wasn't the case. She yelled for him to stop, told him that she could help him through his transformation. He called her liar, claimed that was not transforming even through he knew he was. He literally felt his bones breaking and reforming. Within the course of a ten minutes, he had fully transformed into a wolf.
Turning to face the one whom had changed him, Pyotr was determined to end her. However, what he found when he looked upon her was not what he expected. He had thought to find smugness painted upon her face, but instead he found a look of bewilderment sparsely dusted with amazement. She quickly revealed the reason for that expression. She had never encountered such a quick and seamless first transformation within all her years. Not only that, she had never encountered one whom had been bitten whom didn't transform into their monstrous form the first time they changed. In fact, many of the bitten never learned to take the form he wore now and those that did it took them many years to achieve it. He had no answers for her, and she didn't expect him too.
Instead, she tried to convince him to come with her. Together they could find out the answers. He was, after all her mate. His wolf had called out to her. That was why she had attacked him. He called her liar. He don't know if he actually spoke those words aloud or if she garnered them through some other means. Come to think of it, he didn't know if their entire conversation hadn't been conversed through some other means. He screamed at her to leave him. He wasn't her mate. He wanted nothing to do with her, and swore if he followed him that he would kill her. He expected her to follow him until he made true of his promise, but when he turned to see if she was behind him Pyotr found no hint of her presence.
He knew he could not return to his wife and unborn child. His wife would be horrified over what he had become. It was too much of a reminder of the nightmare she still carried with her. He didn't know if what had been done could be reversed. Worse, he didn't know if he wanted it to. He decided to leave Russia because he knew that if he remained that he would eventually find his way back to his wife. He wandered alone for many years until he found himself with the new world, and it wasn't long after that he found his pack. He had came upon many packs over the course of the years, but none had called to him like this one had. He knew that this was his pack, and they accepted him with open arms.
Instead, she tried to convince him to come with her. Together they could find out the answers. He was, after all her mate. His wolf had called out to her. That was why she had attacked him. He called her liar. He don't know if he actually spoke those words aloud or if she garnered them through some other means. Come to think of it, he didn't know if their entire conversation hadn't been conversed through some other means. He screamed at her to leave him. He wasn't her mate. He wanted nothing to do with her, and swore if he followed him that he would kill her. He expected her to follow him until he made true of his promise, but when he turned to see if she was behind him Pyotr found no hint of her presence.
He knew he could not return to his wife and unborn child. His wife would be horrified over what he had become. It was too much of a reminder of the nightmare she still carried with her. He didn't know if what had been done could be reversed. Worse, he didn't know if he wanted it to. He decided to leave Russia because he knew that if he remained that he would eventually find his way back to his wife. He wandered alone for many years until he found himself with the new world, and it wasn't long after that he found his pack. He had came upon many packs over the course of the years, but none had called to him like this one had. He knew that this was his pack, and they accepted him with open arms.
Present
Adjusting to pack life after being a lone wolf for quite awhile proved challenging, but they were more than happy to aid him. They taught him many things about being a wolf including how to take the monstrous form those bitten tend to take at first. The only sour note of the pack was the one whom had bitten him was a member. He expected her to says something in regard to their connection or even comment how he felt drawn to this pack only proved all those things she had said all those years ago were true, but she for her part remained silent. There is a sorta unspoken understanding between the two, and their relationship has become somewhat cordial.
Time marched on until he met her---a woman named Kia. There was an instant attraction between the two, and it was more than just physical. He found his thoughts constantly going towards her. Something he haven't done in quite awhile. Over the years he had lovers, but he can't recall thinking about anyone as much as he does Kia since his wife.
Face Portrayed By: Nick Bateman
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