[Maned x Ethiopian] Ciar Jan 1, 2016 20:40:17 GMT -5
Post by Ciar on Jan 1, 2016 20:40:17 GMT -5
Years RPing: 6 years
How You Found Us: Emerald told me
Name: Ciar (male, dark) [keer]
Birthday: 2nd May 2013
Species: Maned (dominant) x Ethiopian
Coat Color: Primarily gold with red muzzle and tail
Eye Color: Green
Health Issues: Runt, Dependent Personality Disorder (DPD), Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)
Other Information: N/A
Mental Stability: Insane
History:Ciar was born into an abusive family in a faraway place known as North America, neglected and put aside for being the runt. His mother scorned him especially, imprinting the idea of him being inferior to his great siblings and that he would never be of any use. Although Ciar's mother underfed her runt son, his father was a little kinder and sneaked him food when the male's mother was not looking.
In his natal pack, his mother was the alpha and his father the beta. All of his 'wonderful siblings' were females like their mother, so Ciar assumed that females were dominant in life and spent his puphood and adolescence submitting to the other gender and carrying out their dirty work. He questioned nothing that they said, including the self-deprecating comments often sent his way.
Whilst his sisters went on to train for battle, hunting, and healing, he stayed cooped up in his den by orders of his mother and Ciar's father soon stopped slipping him food. He was deemed useless and ugly and left to die. Ciar did not bother trying to escape, instead slipping into a deep depression for six months, living off of rainwater and insects, occasionally being fed scraps of meat by a pitying pack member. He stayed like that until a loner who was, too, female, found the prisoner and freed him into a seemingly empty pack territory.
The loner explained that the pack had been taken over by a pack of tyrants, his entire family killed, and asked Ciar why he did nothing. Then it hit the already sad male.
He had let his family die.
With nothing else to hold onto and expecting a scolding, Ciar simply said that he was too stupid to pay attention. Taking pity on the abused male, the female took Ciar away to feed him and care for him, nursing him to health that he never had before.
She introduced herself as Iolanthe—Ciar thought that the name was very pretty—and they stayed together, wandering the distant lands of North America for almost a year. That eleven months was ended by what Ciar knew simply as the Killers.
The Killers were bipedal creatures who carried strange black instruments that killed in an instant, giving them the nickname Killers. They used the black things on Iolanthe, traumatising Ciar as he watched the only wolf to ever do something about his dismal situation die. Iolanthe had not just inconspicuously slipped Ciar a chewed bone, no; she had rescued him and looked after him. What had she done to deserve death?
Fleeing from the shock-inducing scene, Ciar ran as fast as his legs would carry him but he heard the same sound that had come from the black things when they had killed Iolanthe, and then there was darkness.
Ciar awoke to a blindingly white area with strange beeping and whirring and other unnaturally clean, monotonous sounds. Then there was darkness again, and the next thing that he knew, he was out at sea, swimming for his life. Instinct taking over, the male thrashed frantically in the water and found himself on the shores of a place known as Anikira.
Personality:Ciar is filled with self-loathing, deeming himself useless and unable to achieve anything in life. He is very dependent on others, and although he can hunt for himself, he does not think that he is good enough to care for himself so does not bother, instead leaning on a companion.
As well as that, Ciar thinks that his gender is inferior. Although it was never said to him, his mother being alpha but father only beta plus the runt being the only male made him think that females were more respected in the world. Iolanthe being female and the only wolf to ever assist Ciar added to that respect and also did nothing to help his issue with leaning on others.
From being imprisoned as an adolescent, Ciar has claustrophobia and is achluophobic. He prefers to sleep outside than in dens, irrationally fearing small, dark spaces due to past trauma. As well as these fears, he is also somewhat monophobic, fearing abandonment and being alone even just for a few moments. All of his phobias are trauma-induced from being imprisoned and abandoned by his family.
The insane mixed breed carries himself around carelessly, reckless in his habits and actions. Without another to help, he will take bad care of himself even if it is in his physical ability to do so, this trait being part of his DPD.