Damien [the untamable]

[Damien]

[Biography]

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Pack:Adelie de Poitou
Meaning:Noble of Poitou
Mother:Delphine le Bel
Father: Mathis de Poitou
Littermates: Nadia[deceased], Odette[deceased], Perrine[deceased], Serge[deceased], and Vincent[deceased]
Other siblings: unknown
Significant Other(s): none
Litters: none

Past Packs:Adelie de Poitou from birth to eleven months.
Past Packmates: Victorie, Ysuelt, Eve, Fabien, Gael, Ines, Lazare, Lioc, Desiree, Marin, Kitsa, Abel, Adrien, Esme, Aceline, Chloe, Brigitte, Charisse, Giselle, Loring, Salene, Royce, and Prewitt [all non pure Poitou blood]
Past Ranks:Heir and Alpha pup of Adelie de Poitou.

Current Pack:none [kerl]
Current Packmates:none
Current Rank:none

[Damien]

[Description]

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My name is Damien de Poitou
Derived from Damian meaning "to tame" in greek.
Say it DAY-mee-an with a french accent.
I am Mann.
My age is seventeen months.

Eyes are emerald green. They flare his intense nature and although he seems a cold pompous character they also luminate a brilliant warmth that echos that of his heart and intentions.
Pelt is dusty hue. Ripples of dark charcoals, ash, and chalk roll along his coat in a rather neat and combed fashion. Though he travels often he does not find higene a difficult thing to keep and rather values his manners.
Build is average to slightly larger. He holds himself rather parallel to the ground never claiming the dominance completely nor coming close to submitting. He keeps himself proper when being introduced as he was raised to do so.
Speech There is never much he comments upon as he is rather reserved and anti social, however once he feels comfortable in making conversation he has deep soft vocals that seem to contradict his exterior coldness and soothe the listener in a pleasant experience.
Thoughts are usually kept to himself and never spoken aloud. His mind is always calculating though he doesn't express much of what he is thinking and when he does most wish he hadn't.

[Damien]

[History]

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early days
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Born on a foggy morning to a pair of proud noble Alphas Mathis and Delphine de Poitou, Damien along with his five other littermates Nadia, Odette, Vincent, Serge, and Perrine came into the world. The pack known to most of the European wolves as Adelie de Poitou, meaning nobility of Poitou, were part of the royal lineage of the first wolf pack in the surrounding regions and covered a wide variety of environments for their territory. They were respected and well thought of as well as one of the largest packs on the continent. Counting the Alpha’s new litter the clan grew to a sum of thirty one members, most of the wolves consisted of cousins, distant relatives, mates, and past adoptees. Due to the amount of power and overall stocked terrain the Alphas began to grow concerned at the individuals trying to gain entry into the clan, there had been a number of corrupted wolves trying to attain leadership and the few who had snuck themselves into the pack were immediately sent away with their tails between their legs and the ability to be accepted into the pack dibbled to an unlikely chance. More and more roaming relatives were pouring in to leech off the lera that filled the land (to add to their troubles) and the dominant members kept a strict watch on any new arrival no matter what their connection may have been.

However the young pups grew up strong and fast, their separate personalities emerging with each new day. Mathis and Delphine made sure they were given the best teachers, care takers, and trainers of all the pack and even once in a while called upon an experienced friend of theirs from a distant pack to join them for a few moons to enlighten their cubs further. Vincent shown the most dominance out of the cubbish posse and was sure to be the next Alpha to dominate the most powerful pack in western Europe, aside from him Odette possessed the most attracting physique and was to be matched with a male from another highly commanding pack to bring the Adelie de Poitous’ a strong ally. Nadia was the young snob more destine to drive the males away then keeping them, Perrine the provocative teaser, Serge and Damien kept to themselves as the strong silent type, Damien being more of the deep thinker, vigilant to his surroundings and seemed already prepared to go out on his own. But all the cubs held their noble elegance and polite manners each knowing their place in the pack and very knowledgeable of the outside world though not to familiar with those of lesser quality birth. The thought of a hybrid wolf would send a revolting tingle down their backs and repulsed them to no end. They would have nothing to do with them, though the extent of this differed within each pup.

the tragedy
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Months went by and it seemed life was perfect for the young wolves. Damien was quite found of scampering off into the brush to find his own time away from the pack… to find solitude to enjoy nature and the life around him. Truthfully the easy life was growing rather dull and it was obvious Vincent and Odette would be the successors of the Adelie de Poitou clan and he would be left to ensure their health or to wander in search of making his own family. He was not jealous as Nadia had come to be but felt there was more for him else where since the heavy burden of the pack was not left on his shoulders and he longed to see the world though through his mentors and parents he was told not to trust anyone who knew his name. Unfortunately it seemed his siblings did not understand the concept to its fullest as slowly through the continuing months his brothers and sisters were picked off by lowly wolves seeking revenge for being denied into the pack or for pure hatred of their wealthy environment and power. The enemies were very cunning and struck at unimaginable times, the pack warriors and guards were very skilled but some how the cubs just seemed to continue to go missing none knowing how it came to be as it all seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. Naturally Vincent was the first to go, primary heir to the Alpha position and instantly vanished without a scents trace. Secondly was Odette the idea behind her capture was spurred from the thought of a jealous fae who had fallen for or was trying to claim the male she had been paired up with since birth, it had happened early in the morning months after her brother's disappearance as she had awoken with a dry throat and sought after a cool drink. It was unpredictable, quick and quiet. She was found with her hind legs snapped, ribs broken, and skull cracked open, lying at the waters edge. The enraged Alphas scent out the pack's leading emissaries to investigate the borders and though their terrain stretched for acres and acres and it would be days before they would hear from the scouts Mathis and Delphine would have to bare their sorrow and anger until they heard further word. In all their blind rage the leaders were unprepared to find Perrine missing once they retreated from the scene of their daughter’s death and back to the dens. There had once again been no scent traces of foreign wolves in the area it was as if they were unconsciously being lead to their deaths and immediately the Alphas sent out their warriors and remaining emissaries to track down Perrine to only find nothing. Perhaps he ran in fear? Perhaps he was taken by force? Perhaps there was someone on the inside working against the Poitous? It was all a mystery that seemed beyond their hands, however Mathis and Delphine were very confident in their power and ability, from then on they assigned a caretaker to each of the remaining pups who now stood rather frightened for their own lives. They called in reinforcements to aid them in protection from this unseen enemy; however it did no good for Nadia. Just a few hours later she dropped motionless to the floor expelling poison and inner fluid, as it were her last meal contained toxins that slowly worked its way towards the heart and began to eat away at her organs. The pack stared on speechless at what was becoming of the legacy of the clan, fear, anger, hatred, sadness, it overwhelmed them all and countless patrols circled the dens and territory all day. Damien was concerned for himself and his remaining brother Serge, when would it happen? Would it go through? Who was first? The Questions and deaths seemed to slice their strength and happiness dozens of times and they crept around their home with two to three guards at all times.

They turned eleven months old. Serge and Damien both very alike in personality seemed equal for the successor position, though Damien knew if he began to act the dominate type he would surely be picked off just as easily and quickly as Vincent did. He remained quiet and offered instructions to his brother to do the same however Serge himself was growing rather cocky with his constant escorts and word of him being the new heir to leadership. Within that month Serge was gone, along with him his two escorts. However different then the last few times this death was faulted upon the humans and an unlucky encounter with their weapons. They were uncertain exactly when Damien was to be struck against and he wasn’t planning on waiting to find out. Reaching the end of his eleventh month he went to his mother and father in private to announce his leave of the pack. Indeed he now was the single remaining heir to the pack but if he was to have any chance at the position he would have to depart to delay his death hopefully until the enemies were found and put to their end. He wished them to not tell a soul of the conversation as word travels quickly and he could be stalked down just as he reached the border of the Adelie terra, to give him more time he persuaded them to profess his death to the pack and the rest of Europe, he knew it would not last long but it would certainly allow him a head start towards liberty.

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liberty indeed
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He had set out three months ago on his nomadic journey. The traveling life seemed to appeal to him very much even though friends were scarce to him. Damien had developed a cold front, he was shy and anti social to strangers giving a cheerful fae no more then a brief tip of the muzzle after she had given her introduction and story of her days adventure. They found him pompous and arrogant and nearly wanted to bite him on the ankles for how he brushed them off without a second thought. But to Damien he was protecting himself, he was not endowed with the trait to make conversation freely and he used that to his advantage. For all he knew the joyous fae could be a sly assassin waiting to get under his skin or perhaps a femme who knew his scent and heritage and understood that if she seduced him and weaseled her way into becoming his mate she would live a life of luxury and would no longer have to scavenge for food and sleep in dirt or mud. So he kept himself tightly closed to others not that he’d ever stay long enough in one place to make a long lasting companion. However no matter how careless and conceited he seemed on the outside he was well mannered and generous on the inside, taking care of those who earned it, though due to his raising he still felt a strong disliking to those he felt were inferior to him.

If Damien could remotely find himself caring for anyone he could still not bring it upon himself to bare his problems on to them and endanger their lives due to his circumstance, therefore he continued to remain untouched by society. Until a fateful day arrived, it was a rainy one at that and he was nearly finished traveling for the early evening as his coat began to weigh him down. There was a chilling breeze that swept through the storm which would force any creature to huddle to warmth including himself. He glided across mud puddles and leaves clinging to the damp earth until he found himself looking upon a rather hospitable cave however already occupied. His nostrils gave an uneasy twitch it was a fae, her scent though watered down by what seemed to be recent kerl living, held a strong musk of a pack she previously belonged to, he was a little wary at first but his lanterns of illuminating emerald gave light to her trembling bodice and he padded up to the cavern entrance. He could sense her throbbing anger and sadness, her will to live seemed to be rather meekly existing, and her hunger was eminent as her ribs protruded from underneath her flesh. Damien reached out to her in the most comforting way he could, “You are not alone…” his vocals were deep and it may have nearly startled her but they were soft and gentle showing the warmth of his true nature. “Please don’t try and leave I will be back in moments…” and just as the last syllable passed through his pursed lips he pivoted in the mud and raced through the forest his hind legs pumping and propelling him faster and faster swallowing ground in enormous gulps. He was fortunate enough to find his kill earlier that afternoon was still hidden away. Tearing the leg from the corpse he quickly tossed it into his steel trap like bite and hastened himself back to the femme in the small cave. Laying the food down in front of the fae he hoped she would be receptive to his offering, “If you do not eat you will die and how can you hope to prove yourself to them once you’re gone…” To encourage her to feed he backed away and trotted off to retrieve something for her to drink. As he walked he recalled his assumption on her situation, it was a mere ‘piecing the puzzle’ and he was confident he was correct. The smell of her pack lingered on her heavily and she no doubt was either exiled, sent away, or ran away. If either of the cases applied she would need to prove herself to them so there was no disbelief that he had accused her wrongly and had rather hoped it would stimulate her to continuing living, that a complete stranger would remind her failure is perhaps the worst thing that can fall upon a wolf, he’d have to hope that’d do the trick for now.

Days passed and he continued to visit and feed the fae, keeping her company in her lonesome days where she did not have the strength to move and listened to her story of betrayal and youthful days. No matter their difference in health the femme, known to Damien now as Liberté, did most if not all of the talking. But he was beginning to see her personality and how strong she really was; slowly and surely he was attaching himself to this odd individual as he had down to no one else. She was very opinionated and always spoke her mind even if it was against his the very wolf who had saved her, and not once did he look at it as she being ungrateful but rather as she living up to the title her birthing parents had rightfully given her. And as she slept each night from the shadows he vowed to not let any harm fall upon her.

Finally the day had come where she was able to fully stand and run about; it had been a rather long process and now at its end. Damien approached Liberté for what he believed to be the last time; a strange pull on his heart weighed each step he took as if he had two tons strapped around each ankle. Her façade was beaming with joy and excitement something he couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised about, was he that much of a bore? Did he ruin this friendship like so many others because of his lack of communication? He’d damn himself if he did, however before he could say a word to her she piped out a rather astonishing statement, “So where are we off too exactly?” He found himself without words for once in his life speechless to say the least and he stammered for an answer, did she want to go with him? No, she couldn’t. He would be endangering her life and if she would be killed everything would be in vain and her ambition to succeed stripped from her without a say. There could be no other answer to her question other then… “No.” usually he would leave it at that and be on his way, but he owed her a little more of an explanation as he watched her grin collapse. “I will not be able to have pleasure of your company as it is far too dangerous a journey for one such as yourself.” His eyes darted to the ground a swell of sadness seemed to breech his mask of carelessness, “I bid you farewell Liberté.” He seemed to spit out quickly and turn his back to her just as fast trotting off into the forest.

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[Damien]

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[Tallies]

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Aquaintences: total four
----Friends:one (Liberté)
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----Other: three (Roee Mekiv, Ajax/Xenos, Demon)
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