age
4 years old
4 years old
gender
Male
Male
nationality
Outlander
Outlander
allegiance
guild
Commonwealth
Commonwealth
home
Aberdeen
Aberdeen
a mix of dusty browns and greys, kieran's coat is an agouti blend with a light base and dark tips to his fur. a darker shade of brown adorns his head and pales slightly to sprawl over his neck and shoulders, giving the impression of a hooded cape. his eyes are muted and-deep set, a soft violet; the inner ring of his left eye has a sliver of gold.
fur palette
Earthen
Earthen
eye colour
Heterochromatic
Heterochromatic
size
Large
Large
scent
hardworking and loyal, if a bit quiet. prefers not to be the center of attention; content to linger on the outskirts of a group. guarded about his personal motives and thoughts, but easy to talk to about more neutral topics. gives good advice. family oriented. protective. stubborn, but in a non-combative way. level-headed. protects his feelings with sarcasm and cynicism. a capable fighter, but takes little joy in it. seems nicer than he actually is. diplomatic. a little bit arrogant.
alignment
True Neutral
True Neutral
likes
dislikes
attracted to
Females
Females
supporting
Undecided
Undecided
trigger warning: death, pregnancy loss
an heir and a spare. kieran was the spare.
raised in every way to support his older brother, kieran grew up learning combat training, diplomacy, and navigation. should the unthinkable happen to ruarc, kieran would have the skillset to take up his mantle—but never was he allowed his own sense of ambition. it might have gotten under his skin, had he not been given the thorough distraction of a bride in his second year; a woman not of noble enough birth to be fit to marry his brother, but the second son is nearly as good. and aislinn was more than enough for kieran.
it was easy to love aislinn. she had an infectious type of joy, an ease about her that made people feel relaxed in her presence, even if they'd just met. she kept kieran happy, content in his role, and the love that blossomed between them was genuine and pure. for nearly a year, they lived in marital bliss, and when they announced aislinn's pregnancy, the pack celebrated. that was the last time kieran knew happiness.
a hunt gone wrong and an unforeseen blizzard caught their hunting party unaware. aislinn took a kick to the stomach, and there was no race against the storm that would reach a medic fast enough. kieran and his packmates could do nothing but watch in horror as the snow turned more and more red, and aislinn grew more and more pale. and just like that, all the light went out in kieran's world.
after the loss of his mate, kieran threw himself back into duty with a vigor, and insisted on learning an additional skill: healing. he would never again watch someone he loved disappear right in front him, with him powerless to stop it. he would never again be helpless. he wore himself out so thoroughly during the day that he would spend the remainder of his hours asleep, withdrawn from friends and family. despite his dedication to duty and honor, kieran was a ghost.
over a year after aislinn's death, kieran...resembles a whole person, at least. so long as one doesn't pry too deep, they might never guess that he's so damaged, that all of his smiles are fake and that he's filled with so much cynicism he may very well drown in it. unfortunately for kieran, when another pack comes looking for an alliance, he isn't spared from duty. nor is he technically needed at home any longer, given that ruarc has since sired pups on his own wife. his job description has changed, and kieran finds himself once again with little say in the matter.
"we need the alliance," his father says, reminding him of what he already knows. "maybe she'll be good for you," his mother consoles, as though a new wife might make him forget the one he'd lost. "i bet she's a bombshell," his brother boasts, and kieran has to grit his teeth to resist punching him. nessa, with glistening eyes and a sad smile, who had loved aislinn nearly as much as him, just says, "i'll miss you."
and so went kieran to serve another pack, to marry a woman with a chip on her shoulder just as big as his, who most certainly will not be any good for him.
raised in every way to support his older brother, kieran grew up learning combat training, diplomacy, and navigation. should the unthinkable happen to ruarc, kieran would have the skillset to take up his mantle—but never was he allowed his own sense of ambition. it might have gotten under his skin, had he not been given the thorough distraction of a bride in his second year; a woman not of noble enough birth to be fit to marry his brother, but the second son is nearly as good. and aislinn was more than enough for kieran.
it was easy to love aislinn. she had an infectious type of joy, an ease about her that made people feel relaxed in her presence, even if they'd just met. she kept kieran happy, content in his role, and the love that blossomed between them was genuine and pure. for nearly a year, they lived in marital bliss, and when they announced aislinn's pregnancy, the pack celebrated. that was the last time kieran knew happiness.
a hunt gone wrong and an unforeseen blizzard caught their hunting party unaware. aislinn took a kick to the stomach, and there was no race against the storm that would reach a medic fast enough. kieran and his packmates could do nothing but watch in horror as the snow turned more and more red, and aislinn grew more and more pale. and just like that, all the light went out in kieran's world.
after the loss of his mate, kieran threw himself back into duty with a vigor, and insisted on learning an additional skill: healing. he would never again watch someone he loved disappear right in front him, with him powerless to stop it. he would never again be helpless. he wore himself out so thoroughly during the day that he would spend the remainder of his hours asleep, withdrawn from friends and family. despite his dedication to duty and honor, kieran was a ghost.
over a year after aislinn's death, kieran...resembles a whole person, at least. so long as one doesn't pry too deep, they might never guess that he's so damaged, that all of his smiles are fake and that he's filled with so much cynicism he may very well drown in it. unfortunately for kieran, when another pack comes looking for an alliance, he isn't spared from duty. nor is he technically needed at home any longer, given that ruarc has since sired pups on his own wife. his job description has changed, and kieran finds himself once again with little say in the matter.
"we need the alliance," his father says, reminding him of what he already knows. "maybe she'll be good for you," his mother consoles, as though a new wife might make him forget the one he'd lost. "i bet she's a bombshell," his brother boasts, and kieran has to grit his teeth to resist punching him. nessa, with glistening eyes and a sad smile, who had loved aislinn nearly as much as him, just says, "i'll miss you."
and so went kieran to serve another pack, to marry a woman with a chip on her shoulder just as big as his, who most certainly will not be any good for him.
