The Balaren Bloodline
El Lobo Solitario
At A Glance
Nombre y Apellido: Omar Maria Inmaculada Ceferino Media e Ybbara
Años: 16
GĂ©nero: VĂrelo âYoung manâ
Sexualidad: Machosexual âManlyâ
Origen: Toledo, Castilla-La Mancha, España, Ibéria
Etnicidad: MozĂĄrabe âHispano-Arabic Christianâ
Fecha de Nacimiento: 8 de Septiembre
Signo: Virgo
Lazo de Sangre: Los Balarenes âThe Balarensâ
Personalidad
Preferencias:
- -Arroz con pollo âRice with chickenâ
-PelĂs de Comedia âComedy moviesâ
-Efebos âTwink boysâ
-Familia y sus eventos âSpending time with Familyâ
-Aguas frescas âFruit waters/juiciesâ
-a Cantar, Salmodiar, y escuchar los cantos serenes âto sing, chant and listen to soft hymnsâ
AversiĂłnes:
- -CafĂ© de crema âCream and coffeeâ
-Labores manuales âManual laborâ
-TĂos âslang: Hairy, older menâ
-Marimachos âLesbians/feministsâ
-PelĂs pesados âHeavy/scary moviesâ
Miedos:
- -âStanding or walking in long hallways, alleys or large rooms with crowds.â
-âBeing romantic with another boy in public.â
Metas::
- -âSomeday become a Mozarabic priest.â
OR
-âFind a boy and someday âmarryâ him, ÂĄse oxalĂĄ!â
Omar, being a Mozarab of Toledo, Spain, is deeply religious and spiritual and follower of Mary at heart. He is unbendingly devoted to his family and culture, and would sacrifice, kill and control only if it were the wishes of his family. His father died when he was young, replaced by his stepfather, a Romani-Spaniard, who beat him incessantly for various reasons. Omar developed a sense of insecurity and fear over many things, specifically larger or crowded spaces. Being essentially a homosexual has been one of his greatest struggles, having to balance his sense of manliness and his teenly desires for a boyfriend.
He is a nervous fellow, constantly on the lookout, constantly aware of his surroundings and the people within them. But he also is surprisingly cool and calm, and most would be hard-pressed to guess Omar was on the alarm at any time. He generally is boyish and fun, never seeming to care for serious matters â until serious matters arrive â and then he exemplifies his brilliance and ability to micromanage. Through his efforts at education and determination to leave his stepfatherâs tyranny, Omar earned the right to attend a Catholic secondary school in Northern Spain, allowing him to learn English, proper Spanish and various other skills. In fact, his English suits a very odd accent, one that is simultaneously British and Hispano-Arabesque.
One of his biggest challenges is balancing his three lives: as a devout Mozarabic Catholic, as an openly homosexual teenager in a mostly conservative community, and as a âclosetedâ lycanthrope. Heâs always had a penchant for nature, being thrilled to waste away in the wild plains and forests around Toledo, as well as intimate love for all animal life â as such, when in human form, Omar attempts to have a mostly vegetarian diet (albeit not absolutely stringent).
Though his devotion to religion is strong, he has no fear of being a lycanthrope, and in fact believes it is a gift from the Virgin Mary, his patron. He also would have no problem sanctifying any relationship he had with another boy, he simply would detest the social pushback heâd receive. He wants a boyfriend, but heâs afraid that no human could ever understand fully â as such, he tends to impress other people whom he finds boring. Very boring. Most people are boring to him. Dogs, cats, even bulls could never be as boring as a human. So, as such of his romantic despair, he originally planned on becoming a Mozarabic priest â though with his arrival to the Isle â plans have to be put on the shelf for now.
Budding into his adolescence, he has earned a reputation as a family man, and as a youthful father figure â even to his own group friends. Often, you can find him lecturing his friends on morality or philosophy â when he wasnât busy giving one of them a wedge⊠Omar appreciates good humor, smiling, and generally âcuteâ actions, especially from more feminine males. Omar is also a very, very, very proud virgin⊠almost too proud. It seems as though, however, he is deeply pained, and through his humorous façade one can gleam a sort of stoic young man. Even with friends⊠he is still, dichotomously, a charismatic lone wolf.
Capacidades
- Bloodline Gift: Like all in his bloodline, Omar can use Shapeshifting from his human form to wolf form, and occasionally in his⊠in between, though that seems to be more sporadic and painful. Though it hurts to shapeshift, he has a very high tolerance to pain from years of being beaten by his stepfather. Along with his shapeshifting, Omar has peculiarly deeper and louder lupine vocalizations such as howls that even some of the eldest Balaren cannot muster. Omar definitely likes being a wolf, especially when it means he can hide in crowded places as a blindmanâs dog or a childâs friend. However, living in urban, impoverished Spain, being a wolf can also prove to be dangerous due to superstitious citizens fearing Satan.
Bloodline Weakness: Omarâs Moon Curse is doubly so: although he is terribly vulnerable to its touch, he is also terribly fascinated by it. In fact, if it were not for this curse, he would ornament himself in all sorts of argent garnishes. To compensate for this, he uses what little platinum he can afford or find, and though this may distract others from his lycanthropic nature, it also makes other Balarens incredulous towards his membership.
Other Skills:
- -Liberally studied: Omar studied at El Colegio de Santa Anna, Madre de la Virgen, a Catholic Liberal Arts school, and is well-read in the âGreat Booksâ, Thomistic thought, and Aristotelian philosophy. This offers him vast educational resources. This often shocks those who have only experienced his frivolous and youthful attitude, especially when they are attempting to insult him. Including the fact that most underestimate his intelligence, his education has also proven to be an occasional detriment, especially when situations require one to NOT question or second-guess assumptions.
-Natural Charm: Between attending a prestigious school(through scholarship) and coming from a very poor family, Omar has learned to bend and weave from one social group to another almost seamlessly. In mere moments, his peculiar accent, boyish smile and juxtaposed brilliance can beguile even the most hostile individuals. However, few people satisfy Omar, and he throws away relationships before theyâve begun, creating irreconcilable differences with others.
BiographĂa
The Mozarabs are a rare tribe. Catholic Spaniards who speak Latin and dress, eat and act like Arabs. They have dwindled since their nationâs birth before the Reconquista. Only two of their original parishes survive, and Omar was raised in one of them, in the ghettos of Toledo. His father was a prince among paupers, told to have been descended both from the Catholic Monarchs and the Muslim Caliphs. His father was a legend in the ghettos of Toledo, using his new found success as a means to spread goodwill among his fellow Mozarabs. His mother, when not raising his twelve siblings, worked part-time as a midwife. Omar was the youngest of all his siblings, three of which are now deceased.
When his father died, his mother married a gypsy man, a bitter, poor, and terribly angry middle-aged man. Omarâs stepfather was an abuser, having abused his mother, his siblings and himself in various ways â the girls received the worst of it. Though Omar was a family-oriented boy, he quite enjoyed being away, off in his own, and earned the nickname amongst the Mozarabs âEl Lobo Solitarioâ. Even as a young boy, his voice was distinctly deep and genuine-sounding, always seeming to be in the moment and concerned.
As bright as he was, Omar earned a scholarship to a distinguished Catholic school in Northern Spain, where he amplified his natural intelligence and learned the various philosophies of the Earth. This is also where he met his first boyfriend, though that disseminated when the other boy wanted to have sex. Omar strictly forbade himself from sex until he felt for certain within in his conscience is was the right time. Omar noticed himself becoming hairer through puberty, watching himself grow into a well-endowed-in-all-manners young man, and achieving the type of strength required to fight of his stepfather in the Summer.
Coming home at a most fortuitous time, Omar walked into his familyâs hovel to hear his bastard of a motherâs husband attemping to rape his sister, Marimagdala. Attempting to stop the drunken man, he was thrown to the wall and cracked the back of his shin and shattered several ribs, as well a black out concussion. Ah, but Omar Awakened to find himself naked and surrounded by lobitos in the forest closest to his home, and found himself able to sense what they were thinking, able to know what they were feeling. Omar was a wolfman, painfully gazing upon himself, he noticed both his lupine features and his human features. He couldnât help but feel⊠bestial. Free. Free. Free yet obligated. He felt a deep sense of responsibility, and with a profound sense of guilt, hunted across the night searching to satiate his seemingly unending hunger.
As the moon went down that night, he felt himself return to human form. The pain. The pain was excruciating as he cried against a large oak tree. The lobitos were following him before they had stopped to howl. Omar passed out again, only to wake up in a hospital bed. His mother and his stepfather were both dead, and his three sisters were in critical condition that they was hope that they would survive. With that, Omar left the hospital, seemingly guiltless of the crime (the sisters remembered little and the authorities chalked up the gruesome crime scene to nothing more than a drunken sociopathâs final sin). Though he attempted a year with his now-forever-mangled sisters, he forever walked away from that life, and attempted to(though failed) return to his school.
It was about a year to the day of his leaving home when the Guardians found him, quietly weaving his way nakedly through the plains of northern La Mancha, barely living off food he was given or had hunted in wolf form. Having been taken to the Isle just 3 months ago, Omar attempted to avoid much contact with others. Still youthful and charismatic, he has been able to charm most of the other charges, but this has been mostly to accommodate his more serene growth, so as to earn their respectful distance. He's mostly been spending his time amongst the beasts of the Isle, especially the wolves, the foxes and the bears, though others as well. When he has been rarely in human form, he's been naked in the streams or in the meadows, just... thinking. He's almost not even touched his own room, preferring instead to sleep under the stars.