Nickname- Boy, Wolf, Dog, Monster, Lycan, Trash… The especially crafty humans come up with the term Wolf-Boy.
Gender- Male
Age- 24
Role- Captive Three
Who's Your Master?- …
Love Interest?- …
Mate- …
Personality- Aedan is a beaten man. Years of having hope after hope stripped away and replaced with beatings and whips has left him suspicious of people both Lycan and Human. Being able to read and do mathematics has given him a chip on his shoulder as it is one of the few things he can do better than humans as many of them cannot do either. Having been raised from birth as a slave Aedan follows most commands without a thought as it has become a reflex for him… and part of him fears what will happen if he doesn’t do it.
Having not been close to anyone Aedan does not know how to make connections with people and is afraid of getting hurt. Again. Like a beaten dog, his first instinct is to cower instead of fight which has made many people both lycan and humans laugh at him making him self-conscious of his actions always second guessing them. He tends to bury all his emotions and feelings deep down as crying doesnt save you. It does not stop the beatings, no one cares about the feelings of a slave. If a slave breaks, he is replaced.
Likes-
- Reading
- The Rain
- Beef
- Cats
- The Cold… he doesn’t like heat
Dislikes-
- Whips
- Being called wolf-boy, dog… monster
- Spiders
- Fish… he doesn’t really enjoy the taste.
- Sleeping on the floor
Your Thoughts on Humans?- Monsters. They are brutal and enjoy taking out their frustrations on others. He despises them… loathes them all. They pretend to care about you, but in their eyes you will always be a dog.
Appearance is Description- Aedan has short brown hair that has slight curls in it. Being the slave to a lord, he was required to be well groomed as he was usually seen near the Lord, so he is dressed in a nice white tunic and brown linen pants. He has a short 5 o’clock shadow that spreads across his strong jaw, and his eyes are a clear blue that look almost silver. He stands at an even 6’ and is not sure how much he weighs as it’s hard to come by scales that are big enough. His hands are hard and calloused from years of working in the fields, and the skin on his back is especially rough from many greetings from a whip.
Bio.- Aedan never knew his parents or where he came from. Like many Lycans he was sold as a child. If you get them young, it’s easier to break them, so Lycan children can fetch some juicy prices. He has always briefly wondered just how much he was sold for. Did his old master break his wallet paying for him? Was he worthless? It’s funny the things you think about as a slave.
He was bought by a Lord. Perhaps he should be happy that as a child he was able to attract the attention of a wealthy noble instead of a criminal organization. Aedan has long heard rumors and whispers of a underground pit where humans make Lycan fight Lycan for their amusement. Lord Varimathras… and his rather dysfunctional family. Lord Varimathras had a wife Lady Eleanor as well as a son Tristan and a daughter who was the same age as Aedan, Lira.
His childhood was rather simple. No child understands the concept of slavery or freedom. They merely live, play, and do chores. Aedan was no different. He arose early in the morning by his ‘mother’ an older woman lycan who had taken him in. At first Aedan believed she took him in because she loved him, but later in his life he learned it was because it was the Lord’s will. Love did not belong in a slave’s life, but he would wake early and start cleaning. As he was only a child he was never given anything too strenuous usually he would help another slave clean the bedchambers of the manor.
Once his chores were finished, he was allowed to play. Usually this was alone as he was the only child besides the Masters little girl. He never got a chance to see her, but Aedan always wanted to play with her… anyone really. There’s only so much play you can do with yourself and dirt before you get tired of dirt. This is how much of his early life was spent… Aedan never truly understood the meaning of slaver till he was 9. He had managed to sneak into Lira’s room because he wanted to play, to talk to someone his own age… he wanted a friend. Of course, waking up in the middle of the night to see some bad smelling, ragged boy in your room usually elects a scream… which it did.
Aedan remembers how he tried to tell her he just wanted to play… remembered crying as the guards lifted him by his armpits and dragged him out of the room as he thrashed and shouted. He did not know what was going to happen, but he was so afraid. It did not take long to figure it out as he was lashed to a post and whipped. Even though he was only nine. He was a Lycan, a dog. A monster. He was beaten like one. The guards once finished with him, just dropped him off at his mat leaving the shivering crying boy alone in the darkness as the other lycans avoided him. No one made a move to sooth him because they didn’t want to end up like him. No one cared about a slave, not even another slave.
Life got harsher after that. His childhood realm was forever shattered, and he finally learned what the meaning of slave was. His chores also got harder, no long did he clean the bedchambers as he was no longer trusted with it. Instead he was sent to the fields to toil in them. Long hours under the hot son pushing a heavy plow through the dirt were hard on a 9 year olds body. If he stopped or collapsed in exhaustion, he was beaten. He started to pray that someone would help him. Maybe some great hero would come and save him… carry him away from it all, but as the years passed… his hopes slowly left him as well.
At 15, he discovered his treasure. Shifting through the trash piles looking for more food, he found a small discarded book. Aedan couldn’t read… no slave could. He later found that not many humans could either, but each night, he would sit awake letting the moon light shine through the bars as he taught himself to read. It took… a long time, but by the time he was 19, he could read as well as Lord Varimathras, and his life turned for the better when the lord realized that his slave could read. Aedan was taken from his job at the field and given a new position that of Varimathras’s record keeper. Aedan was also taught the mystery of the numbers and soon began accompanying his Master wherever he went given new clothes and good food…
A gilded cage… pretty as it might be is still a cage. Since Aedan was in control of his Masters Records and finance, it was not hard to slip a coin or two away here and then. He was not some foolish slave that would just get up and run. No, he was going to create himself a safety net of gold and get out of here. On the night he had prepared to run away… he found that he was a coward. He was too afraid. He was a slave at heart. He was just a dog.
Another year went by… just another year when his Master came home with a new slave, Melina. She was so beautiful. Even now he could close his eyes and see her, the long flowing blond hair that was that of an angel. Her bright blue eyes that alone could save a man’s soul… could give a slave hope. It had taken weeks for Aedan to get the courage to speak to her, and he made such a fool of himself. She laughed though… and the embarrassment and weeks of talking himself up where all worth it just to see that smile that was for him. For him and no one else. Every day he took It upon himself to talk to her, and as the days passed into weeks, the weeks into months, and the months into years, they became lovers for slaves did not marry.
Finally, he was happy. Even if he was a slave, he did not care… but he had begun to notice that many of the nights she would not be with the other slaves. He began to worry that she was going to try and run away, and he didn’t want to lose her. Not Melina… so he followed her one night just to see where it was she was running off to… she was going to the young master’s room. Tristan’s room. Oh, even now Aedan could remember how it felt. The sounds that came from the other side… the sound of his heart breaking, of the only light in his life leaving him. If he had been smarter… he would have walked away, but the monster inside of him had him knocking the door down.
The look on her face wasn’t one of shame… or sorrow. It was more like she was looking at a minor inconvenience. The arrogant Tristan rose from the bed naked and yelling. A worthless mutt like him bargaining in on the young Masters room as he was ‘busy’. Aedan doesn’t remember much after that… after he lunged.
The next time he opened his eyes, he was strapped to a post as Tristan with scars on his face lined up the whip and swung. Through the pain… through the shame and humiliation… he saw the body of Melina as the guards dug a shallow grave for her. They had to protect the families honor… but oh, Aedan for all his services would not be killed.. no, he would be sold and he should be grateful for that…
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