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| Conall; Ancient Werewolf | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 27 2009, 07:17 PM (58 Views) | |
| Conall | Jan 27 2009, 07:17 PM Post #1 |
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 Character Name: Conall Age:Uncertain. Around 1000 years old (appears around 50). Species:Werewolf Job:Currently seeking employment. Relationships: none as yet Family: Skölltrygg Hundred-slayer (father/deceased) Brea (mother/presumed deceased) Drystan (younger brother/presumed deceased) Brocc (younger brother/presumed deceased) Fionn (younger sister/presumed deceased) Rowan (younger brother/presumed deceased) Physical Description:Conall appears to be in his late forties to early fifties. His auburn hair is running to grey and his stony eyes are edged by crows-feet and shrewd with experience but still retain that tell-tale ferocity that marks a werewolf. Conall looks every inch the war veteran. While his physique is still intensely muscular despite his age, he has a weathered and weary look about him. Beneath his clothes, his body his covered by a network of scars in every shape, pattern and size. When at ease, Conall is as sombre and silent as a mountain but when agitated he emits an aura of intimidation and malice that rolls off him in waves. In his werewolf form, Conall is even more the powerhouse, his body mass almost doubling in muscle alone. His thick and shaggy fur matches his hair colour. Personality:Conall is a pretty sombre character until you get to know him. He’s drawn to combat and will attack without restraint if he chooses to get involved. He’s fiercely loyal to his friends and has a code of honour which he refuses to break. Conall likes to drink and is perhaps a little too fond of whiskey, though he rarely actually gets drunk. With his friends he’s laid back, chipper and witty. With his enemies he’s brutal and merciless. With those he doesn’t know he’s generally apathetic. The switch between these states can be quite startling. Due to his immense age and experience, Conall has a pretty good grip on his bloodlust though he still struggles with it occasionally as any werewolf does. He doesn’t really have any hobbies but for hunting, fighting and anything else his natural urges push him towards. Skills:Conall is a warrior by nature, possessing a natural instinct for combat from an early age. This talent for fighting has been built upon and harnessed greatly over Conall’s years of experience making him something of an unstoppable warrior. He is an excellent unarmed combatant and is surprisingly agile for someone his size. He is adept with all kinds of melee weapons (including swords, maces, axes, spears, etc), usually favouring the heavier, two handed variety. He is also a good shot with a long bow. His skill with weapons seems to end with firearms however, since he has never really approved of their use. Conall is not much good with technology and has never really bothered with computers. He could probably just about manage a mobile phone. Due to his extensive travelling during his youth, Conall has learned the basics of many languages. Though he is by no means fluent and cannot write or read many of them, he knows enough to get by. History: Conall was born in Ireland sometime around 1000AD to an Irish mother and a Viking father. His mother, Brea, gave him a Gaelic name ‘Conall’, meaning ‘strong as a wolf’. Conall’s childhood was a happy one. His father, Skölltrygg, favoured him over his siblings due to his seemingly innate aptitude for violence and combat. Skölltrygg Hundred-slayer was one of the Dublin Vikings under Sigtrygg Silkbeard Olafsson, and he trained Conall well. As a young teenager, Conall fought at the Battle of Clontarf in 1014 for Sigtrygg’s forces and proved himself a skilled warrior. Conall observed Wolf the Quarrelsome during the battle and was inspired by his brutality. Sigtrygg retained his rule over Dublin after the battle and Skölltrygg kept his family there, continuing to train Conall. It was near the time of his seventeenth birthday that Skölltrygg revealed the true reason behind his favouritism for Conall. Skölltrygg was a werewolf and out of all of his children, only Conall displayed the tell-tale signs of having inherited the gift. Skölltrygg, knowing the time of Conall’s first change was at hand, began to teach his son what it was to be a werewolf, telling him to keep it a secret from his mother and siblings. After Conall’s first transformation, Skölltrygg taught him how to hunt using his heightened senses and how to transform. He also told Conall about Ris’Mos. After his first change his strength and battle prowess continued to grow. Ireland was a place of factional fighting for some time after the Battle of Clontarf and Conall continued to fight alongside his father, earning the title ‘Little Wolf’ from his father, an allusion to his true nature and his Gaelic name as well as ferocity on the battlefield. Soon the battles in Ireland died down and the land experienced a time of peace. It was then that Skölltrygg told Conall he had to leave Brea and the other children. As a werewolf, his aging process was greatly slowed and he would still be young when Brea died of old age. It was better he leave her now and give her a chance to remarry while she still had some youth. He offered Conall the chance to leave with him and they could seek out new battles and adventures together but Conall refused, feeling that he needed to stay behind as the new head and protector of the family. Skölltrygg then told Conall the location of one of the portals to Ris’Mos in case he found he no longer wanted to stay in the human world. Bidding his son a fond farewell and hoping they would one day meet again, Skölltrygg left for Norway. Conall returned to his family, reporting that his father had died in battle. But life at home was not easy for Conall. His brother’s Drystan and Brocc had grown to resent him for being their father’s favourite and his mother was heartbroken at the apparent death of his father. She was especially withdrawn around Conall, who reminded her so much of Skölltrygg. Surrounded by all these negative emotions and with no vent for his bloodlust, Conall became angry, often snapping over small things. Conall worked as an apprentice to a blacksmith during these years, trying to bring in money to support the others. His mother had become ill and Drystan was the only other sibling old enough to work, so the family were poor. Drystan and Brocc still resented Conall, his mother rarely spoke to him and Rowan was only a baby so the only person Conall was close to during this time was his sister Fionn. Unbeknownst to Conall, Drystan had taken to gambling on the bare knuckle boxing and cock fighting. He experienced a lucky streak at first but soon his fortunes turned and he was forced to take a loan from some unsavoury characters to keep his share of the money coming in. When he was unable to pay back this loan, some thugs came to his house to extract payment. Conall returned home from work to find the men threatening his family and flew into a rage, attacking them viciously. He killed two of them with his bare hands and the others fled. Blood-soaked and angry, he turned on Drystan and beat the truth out of him. But he was too furious to stop. Too long had his blood thirst gone unquenched. It was only when Fionn screamed his name that he came to his senses and found he had beaten Drystan to within an inch of his life. It was then he realised he was too dangerous to be around his family anymore. He left that night, telling only Fionn that he was going. Conall travelled to Norway, hoping to hear some news of his father and reunite with him. Finding nothing after a few months, Conall met Thorir Hund and became involved in the peasant rebellion against King Olaf Haroldsson. Conall’s fighting skills quickly earned him a name amongst his peers who called him ‘Head-taker’. Conall then took part in the Battle of Stiklestad in 1030 AD, killing many of King Olaf’s men until he came face to face with a heavily scarred warrior who matched his skill. After a fierce and bloody fight, Conall managed to bring down the warrior but even as he fell, recognition passed between them. The man he had killed was his own father, Skölltrygg Hundred-slayer. Conall, wrought by grief and guilt, fell into a self-destructive spiral, wandering aimlessly around the world and between worlds, coming to Ris’Mos for the first time. But Conall found no comfort in being amongst his own kind or any other supernatural beings. It was at this time that he had his first encounter with other werewolves. They approached him, announcing themselves as the Blackrock clan. They already knew who he was, seeing so much of his father in him. It was from them he learnt the reason his father had never brought him to Ris’Mos; Skölltrygg Hundred-slayer was a fugitive. He was prominent member of the Blackrock clan until he had been involved in a brawl with a clanmate. Skölltrygg gave in to his blood lust and killed his opponent. Ris’Mos law was strict when it came to murder so Skölltrygg, fearing punishment, had fled into the human world. Had he ever returned to Ris’Mos the law would have been waiting for him. Conall absorbed this information, remembering how come he had come to killing his own brother in blood lust. He didn’t tell the Blackrock werewolves of his father’s fate and it didn’t even occur to him until later that he might face the same punishment. It was around this time that Conall developed more than a passing fondness for alcohol. He continued to drift around, drinking heavily and getting into brawls. Conall’s life remained an alcohol induced blur for roughly 200 years until he encountered the Mongols in what is now Russia. After a few encounters with this war-like race, Conall felt some kinship towards them and joined their cause. He was impressed with their tactics and their military prowess and studied their ways carefully, his instinctual love for combat fuelling his need to learn. He stayed with the Mongols for much of their invasions of Korea, Rus and Poland. Only after witnessing the Mongol destruction of Baghdad, were hundreds of thousands of citizens were killed, does Conall decide to move on. Conall’s time with the Mongols taught him much about war and combat. He hadn’t realised before how little he actually knew. As his journeys continued he felt a desire to learn yet more. There was a freshness to this learning too, a distraction from the guilt that had so vehemently stalked him. Conall journeyed through China and Japan, then back and down to Greece and across to Italy, all the while learning about the ways these countries fought their wars and observing their fighting skills, usually by joining in their conflicts. Whilst living in Italy, Conall was attacked by a group of werewolves. Their leader revealed himself as Jörtar Blackmane, the son of the werewolf that Conall’s father killed. Jörtar had left the Blackrock clan and come to the human world searching for Skölltrygg, convincing a few others to come with him. Unable to find Skölltrygg, Jörtar decided to settle for killing Skölltrygg’s son. Conall fought the werewolves off, killing one of them in self defence but even as his enemy fell dead, flashbacks of his father’s murder at his hands sprang up to haunt him, reigniting his terrible guilt. He fled. Jörtar and his remaining followers pursued Conall, tracking him relentlessly and doing everything in their power to try and kill him. Conall, meanwhile, had gone back to his old ways of alcoholism, plagued by guilt and realisation that he’d now killed two werewolves himself, becoming twice the criminal his father was. Conall fled to Canada, loosing himself deep in the wilderness there. For awhile he simply lived as an animal, hunting and sleeping and running wild. In living that kind of life, Conall once again found a kind of peace, a respite from the guilt. But it was not to last forever. It took fifty years for Jörtar to find Conall again but find him he did. Their final battle took place deep in the forests of Canada, culminating when Conall admitted to Jörtar that he’d killed his own father. Finally saying it out loud took a great weight off Conall’s shoulders and he was able to defeat Jörtar. Though his guilt was not dispelled completed, Conall felt much better about it after his spoken ‘confession’. Conall decides to clear his conscience further by seeking out the Blackrock clan and telling them about the werewolves his killed, including his father. After his confession, the Blackrock clan decided that Conall was innocent since his father was a fugitive anyway and Jörtar and his followers had attacked with intent to kill. They offered Conall a place amongst his own people but Conall refused, wishing to remain alone for the time being. Conall returned to Earth, seeking a place of isolation so he could find himself and undo the damage that hundreds of years of guilt and grief had done. He finds Alaska to be such a place and spends many years in solitude and simplicity there, coming to terms with his actions and training his body. It was many years before Conall felt the call of war in him again but feel it he did. Leaving Alaska he travelled down through Canada, picking up news that the Natives of America were fighting with the men who had settled here. As a territorial animal, Conall sided with the Natives. Once the war was over, Conall decided to return to Europe for a time and ended up joining in with the Napoleonic Wars on the side of the British. The ever increasing use of firearms in warfare was much to Conall’s distaste and led to him leaving Earth once more to explore more of Ris’Mos. He spent some time in Ris’Mos city where he discovered whiskey, which swiftly became his favourite drink (though he did not slip back into alcoholism) but he soon moved on to explore other areas, most notably the Forest area where he discovered another portal, having previously only known about the Loch Ness one. After many years inhabiting the Forests of Ris’Mos, Conall felt the urge to move on again, returning to Earth to visit Ireland. He spent the next sixty years wandering through Germany, Spain, Africa, Australia and New Zealand, ending up back in America. While staying in New York, Conall makes a living as a bare-knuckle boxer in underground fights, easily beating his human opponents who were often fooled into confidence by his aged looks. Conall was given the name ‘The Iron King’ in the ring and was undefeated until his retirement some seven years later. Now Conall has decided to return to Ris’Mos city, perhaps to settle down forever, perhaps only for awhile. N.B. Due to his age, extensive travelling, battle exploits and even his bare-knuckle boxing career Conall may well be known to other characters in Ris’Mos, if only in terms of rumours. |
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