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Name: Aeron

Gender: Male

Personality:

Aeron is a bit hard to understand - and it's not necessarily because he tries to be. He is manipulative, preferring to be on top of things when it comes to the emotions and to the going ons of others. He doesn't like being left in the dark or lied to, and it is the quickest way to get on the black and white wolf's bad side. Yet at the same time, that bad side isn't too much different from his good side. No matter who you are or how close to him you are (save for his mother, his heart will always soften for the woman that raised him) he will be wary of you. Trust is not something that can easily be gained with the brute, and when it is it is truly fleeting. As for he himself, he prefers when others trust him, when they think highly of him or think little of him at all. He will lie to get what he wants, plain and simple - and will say what others want him to say for the same reason.


He hasn't a single ounce of passion within him. His eyes are blank, his heart is either made of steel or completely numb. He is passive, letting the world crash and burn around him and doing little to stop the downfall. The brute does not care enough for others or himself to truly believe in anyone or anything. The only exception of course, is his family - mainly his mother, but his father and siblings are also on that tiny, tiny list. Because of this - his ability to act on another's behalf even though he doesn't truly care, is a conundrum, hard to truly wrap one's head around and understand. He will jump in the line of fire for someone he barely knows, for little reason at all. Yet he will hold the wolf that he saves to repaying him for the rest of his -and or their- life. He teeters on the edge of being incredibly selfish and completely selfless, jumping over the line as if it is a game and he can't lose because he's the only player.


The brute is slow to discriminate, surprisingly. He seems as if he is callous enough to judge another on a dime, but due to his parent's relationship and obvious age gap, he believes that love can stem from anyone to any other. He is a hopeless romantic, dreaming of the day that he will find another to love as his mother found Neo. Yet he is slow to trust others to the point of it being a problem with commitment. In return, he ends up in more one night stands and relationships with few consequences and little to no true emotional attachment, caught up in would be's and what if's instead of putting himself out there and risking getting emotionally hurt. He believes in love, believes in courtship and romance, but lacks the willpower, motivation or true caring to do anything about it.


Despite his flaws, in a way, Aeron is charming. He speaks with a lul to his words that stems from his French roots via Luce. The language is beautiful, and he prefers it to all else. His voice is silken, his words soothing and devoid of emotional flares or nervous kinks. Verbally, he is a well oiled machine, well versed in charming disarmament and a subtle sense of humor that is a close cousin to irony and sarcasm.


Sample:
The pup yawned, turning over onto his stomach. He had been splayed out rather messily after a long night's sleep beside his mother - rolled onto his back with his legs hanging awkwardly in the air. Purple eyes peered at the large white wolf beside him, and his dark eyes soften as a smile pulled onto his lips. "Ma-Ma?" His lyrics were small, high and gentle in pitch, with the whine of a child and the lyrics of a foreigner in their sing song tone. "Ma-Ma, wake up." She didn't budge immediately, and he sighed, getting onto his paws and stretching, while giving a good yawn.


If she wouldn't wake up, he would just have to pester his siblings. The pup's gentle gaze shifted from his mother's sleeping face to the little pups nestled beside her. He wasn't sure whether the others were awake or not, so of course the only natural option was to test it. His gaze sharpened into something mischievous, and he held back a snicker, his tail wagging happily -albeit lazily- behind him. Sauntering over to the others, he pawed at his sibling's noses, before nosing the closest ear to his left.


"J'ai ces fr?res et s?urs paresseux." He mumbled dramatically, rolling his eyes and sighing as he muttered in the dark. But if her were to be honest, he didn't mean the words at all. If anything he was the lazy one among the three of them, never really caring who won their scuffles or got out of the den first. He didn't seem to be motivated by much of anything, but stuck to his siblings and mother out of instinct and habit, used to the feeling of togetherness and unity that they shared when they were all in one place. As a puppy, he only knew that he didn't feel the need to be alone, and so he tagged alongside his siblings and weaved through his mothers legs when she took them outside. "Beware of the shark." He whispered, a wide grin spread beneath his dark lips sporting sharp puppy teeth - and he moved to nibble one one of his sibling's tails. Aeron was hoping that he would jolt them awake or manage to pester them into leaping at him to get him to stop bothering them.


Although he didn't care who won a scuffle, he seemed to enjoy being the one to start them.


He himself wasn't sure why it was - but something about getting his siblings riled up without doing much of anything at all, was one of his absolute favorite pastimes. They were so silly, the both of them - yet he knew that he was silly as well, and didn't care in the least. They were all such children, so naive and undiscovered and weak - but he loved ever minute of it. He loved being taken care of and getting into trouble and finding ways out of trouble. Aeron was the type to take up responsibility and punishment for their adventures every chance that he could, even if the idea wasn't his to begin with. Something about getting away with hypothetical murder was just so enticing he couldn't help himself.


Which was why opposed to nibbling on his sibling's tail he let his teeth sink in just enough for it to hurt, but didn't dare break the skin. The blood of his kin was not something he wanted to spill, even as a child in play.