ShamanicWolf

ShamanicWolf is a white male with brown hair, blue eyes wearing dark grey/ black clothing. He has red slash facial paint on both sides of his jaw, and three colorful bead bracelets on his right arm. His left arm is equipped with a fur guard that covers a wound underneath. Brown belts either hold onto his multiple herbal pouches or act as a harness for his staff. He can wear a black, blue, and white wolf mask equipped with a large fur pelt to partially conceal his face.

In his Wolf and Werewolf form, ShamanicWolf takes on a grey and white fur coloration. His shirt is lost but his pants are shredded and form something along a loin cloth. The fur guard on the left arm is also lost and exposes the wound underneath. During times of Rage, ShamanicWolf's eyes and wound emit a spiritual blue aura.

In all of ShamanicWolf's forms, a small Wolf totem necklace equipped with decorative claws can be seen around each forms neck.

ShamanicWolf is primarily an enthusiast about nature. His understanding of the natural world, and his connection to the Wolf Spirit that guides him, gives him a sense of responsibility to protect the natural world from unnatural forces such as "The Unnatural Undead" which seem to include vampires, zombies, and corpse abominations. Willing to support as much as fight, ShamanicWolf adapts to situations whenever needed to help and support friends and allies alike. Often times if the situation becomes extreme, he transforms into his Werewolf form to express his anger with his situation. Other times, ShamanicWolf prefers to take the form of an actual wolf, the purpose for this remains somewhat of a mystery. In certain situations, ShamanicWolf is known to act first rather than think and this gets him into more trouble than he is willing to admit, often trying to explain his actions and the reasoning behind them. Though he can easily make friends with most, ShamanicWolf enjoys the isolation most days bring, allowing him to further connect to his totem and protect the forest he calls home.

ShamanicWolf prefers to express relaxing and "chill" streams as his primary form of entertainment. ShamanicWolf primarily streams by setting up a scheduled 'Game Cycle' so that he can focus on specific games for completing campaigns or stories. Though he describes his gameplay as not very competitive, he does play some level of ranked styled games and when frustrated, he becomes much more eager to win.

Though he began streaming on 19 December 2021, it would not be until 26 January 2022 that ShamanicWolf would officially become a VTuber.

Though he often refers to his followers as the 'Wolf Pack', The official name of his followers is the 'Shaman Wolf Pack'. His fans have provided him a plethora of odd and humorous nicknames, including but not limited too; Sham Wow, Sham Sham, Sha-Maniac, and Poochyena. Poochyena often being referenced due to one of his Throw redeems being a Pokéball.

• ShamanicWolf is close friends with MechaRaptorOmega and ReinhardofChaos (ReinhardChaos) who refer to themselves as the Chaos Legion.
• ShamanicWolf also makes friends with other Wolf /Werewolf Vtubers often referring to it as " Uniting the Packs". Some of these individuals include NikaraLynin, Kestayrt, ValidityXP, RykoiGarou, MechwolfUnit04 and MobesCulmitec.
• ShamanicWolf also collabs with various streamers ranging from popular streamers to those just starting to form a community.
• ShamanicWolf seems to have a respect/ resent relationship with a Raid Boss Vampire Dragon known as VysperiaVT, as they are often seen arguing and call each other "stinky" but also provide positivity and support to each other.
• ShamanicWolf also has a practiced medical vtuber friend known as AReiMD who often refers to him as a "talking Zorua or Lycanroc" whenever he is in his Werewolf or Chibi form.
• ShamanicWolf has shown much respect to his inspiration to try vtubing in Zentreya, as he often references events that occur in her stream and raids her whenever possible.

• ShamanicWolf may love Nature, but he has also expressed interest in Mecha, Kaiju, and Medieval themes as well.
• ShamanicWolf's Mask is equipped with a large pelt that covers his back. The fur is actually the shed from his own Werewolf form due to his transformations.
• ShamanicWolf actually has no known official name, but is instead referred to with his title.
• ShamanicWolf has turned his wolf form into his streams official mascot and the form represents his chat, which he calls "Wolf Chat/ Wolf Chatters"
• Through ShamanicWolf's lore it is implied that his transformations are a mixture of the traditional form of transformation (physical shifting of the body into the werewolf form) but there is also an instantaneous, magical transformation when turning back into a human.
• His signature raid message, "Wolf Pack Attack" is a direct reference to his lore when his wolf/ werewolf pack attacked the vampire raiders in the village.
• His other signature message, "Spirits Bless" seems to be a reference to his interest in animal spirits/totems but does not directly refer to any animal in particular.
• The Wolf Totem around his neck has clear inspiration from the animal totems seen in Disney's "Brother Bear".

A young man is named the next shaman of his clan. On the day of his naming, the eldest shaman, his mentor, peers into the young man’s soul. Through the smoke of the shaman’s fire, the shaman sees the spirit animal that has chosen him. The elder clutches a stone within his hands, and when he reveals the stone once more, the once round stone is transformed into a small totem, in the form of a wolf. The totem is given to the young shaman, in the form of a necklace, and is sent out to begin his shamanic journey. In order to test the strength of his connection to the spirits, the young man must find and forge for himself a staff, to aid in channeling his energy. He must also find a "conduit" a piece of the animal he is connected with to maintain his connection to his spirit guide. The young shaman begins to wander the nearby forest, searching for a sign from the spirits to the location of his new staff.

Hours go by, and still no sign from the spirits. By time he stops to rest, it is already dusk. The forest floor is dark, and only the light of a full moon illuminates the ground around him. In a clearing nearby, a small sapling can be seen growing near the edge of the forest darkness. The young shaman approaches the sapling, but before he can sit down to rest next to it, the snap of a twig is heard nearby. In a moment of fear, the shaman stares into the darkness of the trees. Nothing? After a short moment staring in the direction of the snapping twig, the young shaman begins to advert his gaze. Suddenly, a large wolf lunges out of the trees, and attempts to catch the young shaman by the leg. One swift movement, a near miss, and the shaman stares down the beast in the full moon glow. “This was no ordinary wolf, it was too large, too front heavy, and its front legs, the paws look more like…” Before he could finish his thought, the wolf lunges once more, claws reaching out, teeth bared and ready to snap.

Another quick dodge, but the wolf doesn’t bound far this time. To the young shaman’s surprise, the wolf twists its body, on two legs, back at him! A clawed paw like hand, catches his forearm, and a swift bite sinks deep into his forearm’s flesh. A scream of pain echoes through the silent forest night, as the young shaman is knocked to the ground. Struggling to escape, the beast’s teeth dig deeper into his forearm, the pain almost numbing, it would have taken his whole arm if, by some form of luck, the young shaman managed to grab hold of a sharp stone nearby. Without a second thought, the young shaman bashes the pointed edge into the giant wolf’s skull. The first strike only wavers the beast a moment, but then a second swing of the stone, lands on the beast’s muzzle. A wince of pain is heard from the beast as it releases its grip, some teeth are left in the shaman’s arm, where the rock broke the jaw holding them in. The beast backs away, wincing in pain, but doesn’t flee.

Fearing another attack, the young shaman pulls at the young sapling from its base, and uproots it, an odd feat, for one so thin. The odd wolf begins to growl once again and begins to lunge at the young shaman. Wielding the sapling like a mace, the young shaman swings the soil covered base of the sapling at the beast’s head. Time and time again, the beast is struck, until finally the odd wolf retreats into the darkness. The young shaman, shaken, bloody, and exhausted, walks only a few inches, before falling unconscious in the moonlit clearing.

Visions? Dreams? The young shamans mind runs wild, as his mind shows a forest flying by, as if he was running through it. The spectacle only ended, when he saw, sitting in the forest, himself! The other young shaman, still and sitting, turned to look at him, and gestured to sit in front of him. The shaman did so, but when he sat down to look at himself again, he turned to only see a large dark grey wolf with yellow eyes. Snarling and standing face to face, the giant wolf lunges at the young shaman, jaws wide open! The horrifying sight lunges the young shaman upright, awake in the forest where he fell unconscious.

The young shaman felt a jolt of pain in his arm, the teeth still dug into his flesh. The young shaman rips out the broken teeth from his flesh, a storm of pain erupts with each tooth pulled, until his arm is purged of its plight. The open wounds are quickly covered in herbal remedies, which the young shaman had kept inside small bags on his belt, and the wound of his forearm is covered in a fur arm band to keep the remedies in place. The sapling that saved his life, rests nearby and acts as a decent walking stick as he slowly leaves the forest. He returns back to his village, and as a small celebration is held for his return, the young shaman slips into his home. The young shaman than realizes, the sapling, the odd wolf's teeth, were they perhaps the staff and conduit he was supposed to find? The fangs of the odd wolf are bound together and tied onto the sapling. Additional bands are added onto the sapling to act as hand grips, and the young shaman’s new staff is complete. Life for the young shaman returns to normal, but not without a new secret as well. Weeks pass, his wounds heal, and a newfound strength begins to emerge. Could this be the wolf spirits blessing? As the young shaman goes to collect herbs for his mentor, he spots a pack of wolves running through the forest nearby. Some of the wolves even stop to look at the young shaman. Normally, the sight of a human would scare away wolves, as humans had made it a practice to kill wolves that got too close to villages, but these wolves showed no fear, only curiosity to the young shaman.

Finally, when the full moon rose again, did it finally dawn on the young shaman what had truly happened. The first thing was a splitting pain in his head. Driven to find comfort, the young shaman left his home to find water in the nearby stream. Once outside though, the headache grew worse. His eyes burned, and as he peered into the water to wash his face, he could see his eyes became blackened, with an amber iris. Holding in the urge to scream both in pain, and in fear, his body began to transform next. Limbs were stretched, his face formed a wolf’s muzzle, and his body became covered in grey and white fur. The changes were enough to make him scream in horror. His body rapidly transformed, and by the end, his painful screams turned into a rage filled howl.

Rushing into the trees, the shaman runs wildly through the underbrush. Anything that moves, be it a branch in the wind, or a peaceful deer wandering the night forest, is struck down with no remorse. Unhinged and directionless, a path of carnage is left in his wake. Be it fate, or design however, the shaman returns to the site where he first encountered the strange wolf. In the clearing, the young shaman rears onto two legs and looks to the sky, basking in the full moon glow he begins to let out a deep, long howl. Shortly after ending his howl, the young shaman, snarls into the darkness of the trees, as another howl answers his. For in the darkness, multiple yellow eyes can be seen stepping into the moonlit clearing. A wolf pack approaches the young shaman, snarling and snapping. An exchange of snarls is heard between the shaman and the wolf pack, but the pack suddenly grows silent, as an even deeper snarl is heard from behind the wolf pack. The wolves slowly back away in submission, as a giant dark grey wolf steps into the clearing, the same wolf from the young shaman’s vision! The young shaman snarls at the giant wolf, but the giant wolf takes only one step toward, and stares into the young shaman’s gaze, swiftly silencing the young shaman. The shaman stares into the wolf’s gaze, there are no pupils in its eyes, and the yellow seems to engulf the shaman’s mind.

The young shaman, back in his human form is surrounded in darkness. His subconscious mind, his human mind? Next to him can be seen a red spirit form of himself in his strange wolf form. The giant wolf enters the scene, staring down both the young shaman’s forms and snarls as it approaches the young shaman first. Staring at the young shaman, the wolf sits down and rests a large paw on the young shaman’s shoulder. A warm blue aura resonates from the wolfs paw and an imprint of the wolf’s paw can still be seen after the wolf pulls away its arm. The wolf then approaches the odd wolf form and does the same. The red aura of the wolf form swiftly becomes an equally warm blue, but the wolf form turns towards the young shaman. The giant wolf looks at the young shaman, and without words, the shaman understood what to do. The shaman walked into the odd wolf forms aura, and the werewolf form materializes over the shaman’s human form. Still fully conscious though, the shaman is fully aware of his new form, and in complete control of his actions. The giant wolf, then becomes a spirit itself and a voice can be heard in the young shaman’s mind as the spirit begins to fade, “Body of Man, Spirit of Wolf, United as One.”

The vision ends as quickly as it began, the young shaman is back in his human form, but the giant wolf has disappeared. The wolf pack still remains, as they surround and snarl at the young shaman once more. The shaman’s eyes quickly shift to the wolf form’s eyes and the shaman snarls at the wolves in turn. The wolves stop snarling but watch silently as the shaman transforms rapidly and without pain. The shaman looks to the sky releasing a roaring howl, and quickly the wolf pack follows suit. Staring back at the village from the edge of the forest, the young shaman is well aware what fate awaits if he was to lose control of himself in the village. He did not know how to fully control his newfound powers, and sadly would not be able to return to his home. Unable to return to the clan, for fear of facing death, the shaman ventures forth. With the wolf pack behind, the shaman sets forth to find others of his kind, or those who are willing to join the shaman’s new pack. The Wolf Spirit, guiding and teaching the young shaman along his journey.

Years Later…

A panicked woman runs through the forest, pursued by three dark shadows in the trees. Rushing through the underbrush, the woman tries to spot her pursuers above, but as she searches, she stumbles over a tree root and falls to the ground. Struggling to get back on her feet, the shadows jump down from the trees as three pale humans, with red burning eyes and pale skinned faces. One of the pale humans, dressed in a cloak, leans down and smiles with a toothy grin, canine teeth extended longer than any normal humans. “Trying to get help, are we?” says the leaning pale human. “Your attempt is amusing, but we were just chasing to see how far you would get. We enjoy sensing our quarries heart pumping, your blood, coursing through your veins.” “Enough!” The second pale human proclaims, his larger, armored build pushing the thinner, pale human to the ground and far to the side. “You may like to toy with your food, but I would like to quench my thirst sometime tonight, before the sun rises!” “We’re all thirsty!” proclaims the third pale human, the only woman among the pale shadow walkers, adorned in an armored dress. “Let’s just get this over with, so we can get back to the rest of the camp feeding on the nearby human settlement. Or did you forget in your thirst our lord demands more undead soldiers for his army.” The larger shadow walker grabs the terrified woman by her head with a single clawed arm, hoisting her high. The woman screams a blood curdling wail, as her captor screeches and bares his fangs. The cloaked shadow walker rises off the ground, anger in his eyes, and snarling. The thinner shadow walker screeches and rushes towards the larger shadow walker, but before he gets far, an arm grabs onto his leg, and is pulls him out of sight in the surrounding underbrush. What once was screeches of anger, become screeches of fear, that are quickly silenced. The two other shadow walkers take notice of their missing member and drop the woman to the ground. Closing ranks, they stand back-to-back in the small clearing. The sounds of rushing in the underbrush are heard, twigs snap under foot, bushes rustle, and in the distance a wolf howl can be heard.

“It’s just wolves! Just scare them off already!” Proclaims the pale woman, elbowing the larger pale man in the side to get him to do something. With an ear deafening screech that lasts for what feels like half a minute, the forest grows quiet. A deep growl is heard, and three wolves burst out of the woods. The shadow walkers defend themselves dodging lunges and slashing at the wolves with their clawed hands. The pale woman draws a small dagger, slashing at wolves as they try and lunge for her throat, and thrusting for vital areas. The wolves dodge and maneuver between the two threats, landing swift bites where openings can be found and clawing at arms and legs when pinned to get free. The pale man catches the largest wolf mid lunge by the throat and punches the wolf in the ribs and the side of its’ face. The wolf falls to the ground and whimpers but snarls and continues to attack the large shadow walker. The horrified woman, frozen in fear watches from the base of the tree she fell in front of, unable to escape the bloody brawl before her. The two wolves fighting the pale woman back off and get in between the shadow walkers and the horrified woman. The largest wolf still fighting the large pale man, yelps in pain, as the shadow walker breaks its leg and tosses the still living body to the other wolves. Both of the shadow walkers regroup with scratches and bite marks, the wolves stand together cut and bloody, but still willing to snarl in defiance.

Blood Fury in the large shadow walker’s eyes, he wildly shouts, “You Mutts Are In MY WAY!” Flying recklessly at the wolves, shouting a bloody war cry, the shadow walker is suddenly intercepted midair, propelled into the woods by a large figure, and sent crashing into the underbrush. Screaming and struggling can be heard, and then silence engulfs the moment in the woods. The figure emerges from the underbrush, a large wolf walking on its’ hind legs, and dressed in just a torn cloth with belts and sacks tied to its’ waist, emerges from the woods. The wolf snarls with black blood dripping from its maw, the last pale shadow walker hisses in return. “Damn Werewolf, you think you can take me on?! I’m used to fighting your kind!” Before she can strike, other werewolves start to emerge from the shadows, each one accompanied by wolves. “In the name of The Wolf Spirit, vampire…” The first werewolf starts to speak, “…You unnatural undead, must be purged from this world.” Nearly surrounded, the vampire woman attempts to leap to safety, only to have another werewolf catch her by her heel, throw her to the ground, and get slaughtered as other wolves and werewolves join in.

The werewolf shaman tends to the injured wolves for a short moment, before noticing the terrified woman, still motionless by the tree. The shaman werewolf rises, and slowly approaches. “It’s ok now.” The wolf says, as a light takes over his body, revealing the young shaman, now older, wiser, and scarred. From his bags, he pulls herbs and reaches out to the bleeding scratches on the woman’s body, left by the large vampire when he lifted her off the ground. The woman recoils in fear, quickly looking away, eyes closed and hands shielding her face. “A vampires’ bite is legendary, but their scratch is deadly. All the blood they come into contact with during a feeding night can cause disease. These herbs will absorb any toxins and help protect your injuries from being infected, if you let me tend to your wounds.” The woman accepts the aid, and says is a shaken voice, “My village is under attack, more of those things killed my family, my friends.” The shaman finishes tending to her wounds by muttering something and waving his hand over the now remedied area. “Will you help us?” She says in a hesitant voice. The shaman looks at the woman with intense focus and slight disgust, “We won’t help those who hunt us, and cut down our home. Who deem us as ‘unholy monsters’ meant only to be destroyed.” A moment of silence is kept. “However, we will hunt the undead. That which is not natural and seeks to corrupt the living world, cannot be allowed to persist.”

The shaman stands up and walks towards the awaiting wolves and werewolves. Eyes glowing amber, the shaman takes his staff in hand, and raises it to the sky. “FOR THE GLORY OF THE HUNT! WE WILL PURGE OUR HOME OF THE UNNATURAL UNDEAD WHO INVADE US. IN THE NAME OF THE WOLF SPIRIT!” The wolves and werewolves snarl and roar in excitement. “WOLF PACK, UNITE!” As the other werewolves and wolves begin howling, the shaman transforms once again into his werewolf form. In the village, being burned and attacked by the merciless vampires, a number of them stop in their tracks as the sound of the howling is heard over the screaming populace and carnage. In the direction of the howling, a single werewolf, holding onto a staff is seen, the forest behind it and the full moon rising in the background. An army of werewolves and wolves emerge from the forest alongside the staff wielding figure. “WOLF PACK! ATTACK!” Roaring and barking erupts as the charge begins. Wolves and werewolves pour out of the forest, rushing past the shaman. The Shaman's Quest Begins...

A Shaman who was bitten by a Werewolf but was Blessed by the Wolf Spirit and can now control his Transformations to fight against undead forces.