Conan

[aki.]

Conan

the character

name: Conan
age: three years
pack: none
rank: none
appearance:

breed, timber
eyes, bright gold
pelt, brown
height, 29 inches (to the shoulder)
weight, 97 pounds
other,

personality: Upon first impression, Conan seems rather shy and quiet, quite the omega material. He sticks to the far corners of conversations, and doesn’t communicate at all if possible. The only physical feature that would show he is paying attention is his eyes- they tend to stare when he is interested. Yet one should not judge covers; Conan simply waits for his chance to strike. He is the party crasher, ruining anything in this path with sheer brute force, and never asks a question at all. He doesn’t start a battle unless it is in his best interest, though. He’d rather preserve his energy for better tasks, such as his grand mission- but that doesn’t mean he won’t try to get others to do his dirty work for him. When he speaks, it’s mostly about a so called, “Calisto”.

Once this personality is shown, one would think him quite mad. His ramblings and obsession question his sanity, and his trustworthiness wanes except with those he has already made a pact of allegiance with. But somehow he always seems to know what he is talking about, and that he may even succeed with whatever he plans to do. Does the insanity overwhelm his brilliance?

history: Conan was born into a pack called the Renegades, a place far from the region of Eriu. He was a rather slow pup- his conscious pre-occupied within it’s own world. He preferred to spend his days wandering off on his own than listening to his parents. Countless times he found himself lost and being fostered by other wolves- since they found him simple and harmless. But this pup’s complex mind was not at all simple; it merely needed time to develop. He had overheard that he would never find a place in the pack if he continued to prove himself so worthless, that he’d never be anything than an omega and superior to no one. These words came from the lips of his own father- the pack delta/deka. Merely angry that others would not see him as something strong and worthwhile, Conan sought out his half-brother, Achilles, the alpha of a neighboring pack.

He questioned his brother on how to become an alpha. His brother, though caring, did not take the young wolf seriously on his question. For everyone knew how Conan had such a short attention span, and that’d he’d probably forget everything he’d told him, or even ever wanting to be an alpha. So he told Conan that all he had to do was train and be the strongest wolf ever! Though Conan took his words seriously, and in secrecy and months on end, the wolf trained himself how to hunt small game, (by watching others/experiencing it himself), and he began to let his body experience pain and stress, making his body and endurance grow. Yet when he returned to show his pack how ‘great’ he had become, everyone only remembered the old Conan and his foolishness. With resent, he vowed to himself that he would show them.

One night, nearly a week from his rejection, he bumped in a female wolf named Calisto. She was blind- but he barely seemed to take notice of it, distracted by her beauty and care. It turned out that she too, was a Renegade, and she happened to believe in his words. She would actually listen to what he had to say! Little by little, he fell in love with her; but not real love. Only the thought of possession- a trophy so to speak, to prove that he too could win a faithful mate. Still, he tried to remain fixed on the task at hand- to defeat the reigning alpha. He had no time to confess love to her now, and besides, he could impress her greatly with the title of alphen.

The day of the challenge came- the oldest alpha of the Renegades had just passed away, so Conan was faced with a much healthier beta opponent. The fight commenced, and Conan was on the losing side for a while- that is until he saw Calisto watching him. He could not let himself lose, or else he’d be shamed again, and Calisto would never take interest in him. After some careful chatting with the new alpha, and some good hits, Conan emerged victorious. But what he received in return was not what he had hoped/expected.

Many of the current Renegade members left the pack, cursing his name. Others flat out ignored his orders. But he was alpha! Angry blood pumped through his veins, and his hate for the pack soared. His mind converted from trying to be a good alphen, to helping himself. Conan wanted pleasure, something to take the anger away- to sooth the insanity. He pursued Calisto further, almost to the point where he was almost always ten steps behind her.

Now, Calisto planned to help Conan out a little, for she saw he was slacking in his duties to the pack. She decided she would leave the territory for a little while and renew allegiances with the other packs. Conan had no knowledge of this, so when Calisto had gone to her kin, Kalyptin, to say goodbye, he thought she had betrayed his love for her. She tried to explain that Kal was merely her sibling, and that she remained loyal to the pack, but Conan would have nothing of it. He took it as a simple cover up for her true feelings, so Kalyptin wouldn’t be injured. Conan and Kal fought mercilessly in a raging storm. This time, Conan ending up losing, passed out in the grass- and Cal saving his life. Kal left the two, thinking that Conan was insane and that his sister was doing the wrong thing by trusting him.

When Conan awoke the following day, he came to Cal and demanded that she be his forever- he was sick of being rejected and denied. Yet instead of being kind about it, Conan set limits. She was never allowed to see Kal again, and that her raven companions must be sent away as well- for fear she would use them as messengers to Kal. She was not allowed to set her eyes on any other male, nor speak to them, and she was also not permitted to leave his line of vision. She refused, and ran away from the pack after a smack from Conan. His last words to her were that he would kill her if she didn’t return by sundown of the following day.

She never came back.

He paced the border for the entire morning and night, but he saw nothing of her. Impatient, and willing to keep his promise to her, Conan hired a rouge named Soni to capture Calisto and bring her back to him. He never heard anything from Soni since she left on that mission.

Finally he decided that he no longer cared what happened to the Renegade pack, and he left without warning to go find Cal. He grew dark and merciless, his golden eyes blazing with the jealous fury that had built all these years. He began to kill other wolves without warning on his long journey to find her- and he kept his look out for Kalyptin especially. Finally, he found himself in Eriu, so far from home, but he hopes that somehow he’ll be able to find Cal and destroy anyone that gets in his way.

lineage:

sire, Spike
dam, Fang
siblings, Rin

the roleplayer

ooc name: Aki
age: 15
gender: female
roleplay level: semi-literate

[Wolfen]

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