Celtic and Irish origin.
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"We all know Calan is a mouthful sometimes, call me Cal."
Cal
Age:
"How old do I look?"
Seventeen years old.
Gender:
"Is this really a detail right now? Come on, you know I'm a woman."
Male.
Role:
"Again with the unnecessary details. I'm basically Eden's.. helper. I guess."
Beta, 2nd in Command, Foalan Pack.
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Height & Weight:
6 feet tall, 165lbs
Colors:
Brown eyes, brown hair.
Scars:
"Do you mean, emotionally? Cause you made a lot of those…"
A couple of scars travel along his color bone and down his neck on both sides. There are countless puncture-like scars along his arms and neck from bites. A small scar on the corner of his mouth.
Phisique:
"Take it in while you can. Or take a picture, but don't be creepy about it."
Short dark brown hair, rigid jaw line. He's very toned, but not excessively. Broad shoulders and waistline, causing a wider frame and his muscles to look bigger than they actually are. Looks mostly like his father when it comes down to the smaller features like the shape of his eyes, nose and mouth. He gets his height from his mother, and his frame from his father.
Wolf Description:
Awkwardly larger than the typical sized human-wolf hybrid, he assumes it from his genetic build that he got from his father. Although his wolf form is much larger, his coat looks rather feminine. He has thick black fur with white markings on the snout and ears. His paws are also white, like small socks, as well as his stomach. His ears are smaller than usual and the left ear has a missing chunk out of it. Not too large, but just noticeable. His tail is rather long, the fur grows longer at the tip.
Abilities:
Able to hear extremely well, typically better than the average hearing of a wolf. Can retain information really well, has a photographic memory. Nothing to special or spectacular, but does occasionally use his memory and hearing to his advantage when the situation fits. Doesn't like to pry on others, but if it's crucial, or even life or death, he will.
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Likes:
∆ Reading educational books ∆ Joking around ∆ Adventures ∆ Playtime! ∆ Wrestling ∆ Food, and lots of it ∆ Friends ∆ Going for runs in and out of wolf form. ∆ Snow, and lots of it. ∆ Alcohol ∆
Dislikes:
∆ Rain ∆ Obnoxiously warm weather ∆ Being tested ∆ Being spoken to condescendingly ∆ Ignorance ∆ Coffee ∆ Spiders ∆ Fighting ∆ Chocolate ∆
Weaknesses:
"If it weren't for you, things would be done my way."
Eden, his pack leader is the only person who can get him to listen, and follow directions. He hates it, but he puts up with it, for the sake of his pack, and his sanity.
Fears:
∆ Being alone ∆ The safety of his pack members being threatened ∆ Deep water, although he can swim really well ∆
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Personality:
One the Outside
Calan has a tendency to take even the worst situations in stride. He's always sarcastic, poking fun at the worst of things to try and keep the mood light. His outlook is always full of optimism, never missing a beat even when life throws its curveballs. Calan's been outgoing from the get-go, always out to make friends and allies. His sarcasm has been built in a way that has always managed to make or break his friendships, but he refuses to drop it. Of course, when times desperately call for all seriousness, he fills the part. He's extremely good at hiding his inner feelings, rarely ever letting them out he tries to stay strong and bold. He's very protective and assertive, helping out the pack as much as possible, especially his Alpha. He knows how tough the job can be at times, and how demanding it can be, causing him to feel especially empathetic for his pack leader but not enough to be kissing ass.
On the Inside
Although his sarcasm gets the best of him, on the inside he tends to overanalyze and over think everything. That is, when he has the time for it. Otherwise he's acting solely on impulse, which isn't always a good one. His internal worrying and seriousness conflicts with the outer-self resulting in rare spurts of rage that are almost completely out of control and sometimes violent. He has never been able to pinpoint his triggers or find the best way to calm down, but hey! He's working on it. To someone who doesn't know how his clock ticks internally, his rage is solely out of the blue with no signs or triggers of it coming. And of course, he's the type of guy who wants to fill the stereotype of being strong and courageous, so letting people in is once in a very, very, very, blue moon.
Okay, so maybe he's a little crazy. Maybe just a tiny, minuscule bit. But he hides it well. And no one is perfect!
History:
Calan grew up in the suburbs with a medium sized family. Two elder sisters and his parents lived in a four bedroom house at the dead end of a cul de sac. It was the ideal home for a family that wanted 2.5 kids and a dog named spot. Or, as one would know it today, the American Dream lifestyle. But on the inside of his easter yellow house, it was anything but your ideal family. His two sisters, who were twins were constantly at war with each other.
With his siblings nagging at him, trying to get him to pick sides in the fights they had, Calan picked up his optimism. Trying to keep things light, always trying to keep both of his sisters happy with him, knowing that if he started a fire it would never burn out. While this was happening and time was passing, showing no signs of return from their father, Calan started carrying the weight of remedial tasks. Paying the bills, maintaining the houses' cleanliness, chores, school, work. The balance was no longer a scale, but rather a ten ton weight on his shoulders. Just a few months before he found himself part wolf, Calan had his first blow-out. Leaving both of his sisters devastated, he left home with no intentions to return. He had managed to save enough money to find a small apartment on the other side of the town, just barely getting by. But it was better than where he grew up, that was for sure. Now, as a hybrid and a newfound pack, Calan still thinks back to his family, but still with no intention of return. He doesn't bring up the past, or let it effect his day to day life.