(Image was originally sketched by me and digitized by a pair of friends.)

Hello there folks, this is me/my sona' Ulric. He's both my avatar, my original fursona, and a character in the WIP canon setting I have in development for him and several other of my character's dubbed, "The Cruel Wars".

Despite my rather fiendish or intimidating appearance here, I'm really not a bad guy. Or at least I don't think I am.

I'm a huge history buff, I love culture and music in particular as well as literary works and of course engaging in conversation on these subjects.

My imagination is driven by my inspirations; which in themselves are legion and vast. Motivation might occasionally slow down every so often, but it'll never fade.

Canon Profile

I am considered a Graff (Count) in the province state of Ostlupmark, one of the five provinces that make up the Canian Kaiser-Reich. It's something of a noble title I suppose you could say though it's not one I truly feel obligated to uphold, the aristocracy has already failed our people, why should I get mixed up in their stumbling about to modernize. I was with the reformist party for almost a decade now, I knew how far behind we were organizationally and administratively. Granted, even I hadn't expected to see the sort of quagmire we'd fall into once this war broke out.

My..title has earned me an officer's commission in the Jagdwehr, our nation's armed forces, of which I joined the Heer (Army). I command a battalion (750) of troops, although I think some of my men resent me for the privileges both my title and rank have granted me. They are right to do so, and I frequently make little use of those comforts. If nothing else, we'll all be miserable out here on the Outremaran front together, but I have managed to use my given 'dues' to make things a little better for all.

I think that's about all for now, there's corpse-light (flares) popping up overhead and I can hear one of the sergeants in a forwards trench blowing his alarm whistle. No sleep for the wicked I suppose?