Conall Forrest

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001. NAME• Conall Forrest
002. NICKNAME• Forrest
003. AGE• 21
004. BIRTHDATE• November 4, 1987
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• California, the forests outside Los Angeles

001. YOUR FACE• Thomas Dekker
002. HAIR• Thick brown and always worn pretty short. Choppy cut, but it wouldn't matter it's always messy and sticking up where it wants. It can also appear blonde from the sun belaching it out in Summer.
003. EYES• Chocolate brown, turn liquid golden when in wolf form
004. HIEGHT• Average height, about 5'10"
005. WEIGHT• 140
006. BODY MODS• nothing of note really, some scars and such as come with the territory.
007. FASHION/STYLE• Leather jackets, jeans, and biker boots, or flannels, t-shirts, and boots or tennis shoes. Pretty grunge.

001. LIKES•
*Running through the forest as wolf or human
*Swimming in fresh water
*The challenge of the fight, wolf against Vampyre who think they're better...against human who are stupid enough to be in the way, human against whatever just because it is there or provoked.
*The scent after it rains and Pine; trees, air freshner, just pine
*Living in his cabin in the forest
*Working on cars and his motorcycles
*Riding his motorcycles, the Hog on the highway or the dirt bike on trails
002. DISLIKES•
*Vampyre who think they are superior
*Werewolves who think they are superior
*Being trapped in the City
*Being around too many people at one time
*Strong scents; polluted cities, heavy perfumes, etc.
*Being pushed around; even by the Lunar cycle
*Slow cars or motorcycles
003. FEARS•
*Attacking someone special to him when in wolf form
*Being without any "pack" although he prefers the loner lifestyle
*Idiotic forest mongers who threaten his home
*The bustle of City life, too many distractions and scents it overwhelms him makes him feel exposed
*Spiders
004. STRENGTHS•
*Intelligence, he is a well read werewolf
*Cunning, he is very crafty
*Mechanical ability, very good at working on machinery and automotives
*Speed, very strong runner
*Knowledge of the forests and survival ability
005. WEAKNESSES•
*Overwhelmed around too many sights and sounds
*The Moon, of course, losing himself once a month
*A damsel in distress
*A car on the side of the road; he has to stop and help
*People with strong will; he gets aggrivated and gets into fights
006. ODDITIES•
*Cannot stand spiders, is deathly afraid of them and will freak if they are on him
*Oppositional: for examplehe loves the solitude of the forest, yet he craves company
*Has a sniffing fetish, he simply must smell everything
*Is almost a vegetarian! You can tell when the Moon's cycle is getting close because he craves rare steak and chicken
007. ORIENTATION• Open minded...
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• Living off the land is a treasure, more people should learn the skill
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW•

Conall is your typical outdoorsman; he can survive almost any situation and is very intelligent. He is also usually softspoken, but outspoken. He will tease you and taunt as far as he can. He is funloving and yet knows when to be serious...usually. He treats others with respect and expects the same in return. He also expects you to respect his privacy and stay off his land unless invited.

His major love is a fine tuned car or motorcycle. He can't tell you makes and models and engine sizes or torque and other stats like that, but he can usually tinker and fix whatever is wrong. He is good with his hands, and his home was built with his own sweat and muscle. He enjoys working the land, and eats mostly what he grows in his own backyard. The meat he does eat is usually what he hunts around his home, except when the Moon is Full, then he gorges with abandon. He hates this about himself, and this creates a duality to his personality. Almost a schizophrenia. He can be very kind and offer to help you with anything one time you see him, and surly and growl at you for saying 'Hi' the next. His unpredictible nature is what makes him typically a loner. He lives alone and although he likes company from time to time, he has never found someone he could stand to live with everyday.

He is pretty straightforward, he'll tell you what is on his mind and won't sugarcoat anything. He thinks this is respectful, and appreciates it in others. He has few friends, and no pack...although as he is getting older he is getting lonely and fights within himself over the pros and cons of joining a pack. This creates a tension in himself. especially when he meets new people. Should he try to make a friend, or just stick to his solitary life in the forest? Oh the contemplations and decisions...

001. PARENT ONE• Marcus Forrest, Construction worker/contractor (deceased)
002. PARENT TWO• Elizabeth Forrest, Homemaker/Real Estate Agent (Widowed and living in a Residential Care Facility due to advanced Cancer)
003. SIBLINGS• none
004. PETS• only the creatures of the forest around his home
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

Conall was born in 1987 into the bustle of the city. He was always a quiet child and often wandered the forests around his home in Los Angeles. He was always fascinated that so close to the City the animals could live and thrive. His Grandfather had a small plot of land in the trees, and when Conall's father is killed in a building collapse when he is only twleve he takes refuge in the shamble of a shack on the land. His mother is subsequently diagnosed with incurable cancer, and he is left feeling bereft and begins repairs on the shack.

His removal from humanity has been a long time coming as he has been hiding his secret from his family for years. He is thankful that they are too busy to keep up with his comings and goings and typically leave him to his own devices. So he is able to disappear for a week every Full Moon and never really arouse suspicion. The shack his father showed him when he was six becomes his hunting grounds when he changes. Ever since he was 8 and wandered to the clearing one night while walking and following the Moon's light through the trees.

He stumbled upon a lone wolf in the clearing and apparently startled the creature who had been using the shack as a den. Conall is attacked and left for dead by the wolf who bears the blade of his hunting knife between its shoulders. He lays there for three days, using tattered cloth from his shirt to staunch the blood. Eventually he is strong enough to make his way home, and he cleans up without ever telling his parents what happened. This was a keystone, as he learned just how easy it was to be gone without their even really knowing it. The next month he begins to feel strange, and craves steak. His mother comments that his father must be inviting guests without telling her, because all the meat she buys disappears!

Conall cannot bring himself to divulge that it is he, who has almost always avoided meat, who has been eating the food. Two days later he instinctively heads for the clearing and huddles in the shack as the transformation overtakes his sensability. It is a painful change and yet he feels stronger than ever afterwards. He can smell and see with unnatural ease. He hunts by instinct and runs for the Full Moon cycle. He sneaks back home afterward, and again tells nobody his experience.

His parents never know his truth, and he begins his spiral into his dual personality through the consequences of his actions to hide it from them. He is kind and his usual self when at home, but the week of the Moon he takes refuge in the clearing. As he grows older he begins the repairs on the cottage, as the shack will become. Soon after his mother's diagnosis he begins to live at the cottage almost exclusively.

He has his family's money, left from his Grandfather; as well as his mother's amassed fortune. His own father was a great contractor, but he was never interested in the money he could make. Instead he offered his services for small fees, and to civic groups and not for profits. His belief was that he would leave the world a little better than when he entered it. Through his philanthropic giving of his talents Conall learned the respect and helping others quirk to his personality.

Eventually his mother was near death, and he couldn't bear to go to the house. He lived in the forest, using his own knowledge and cunning to survive off the land. He still maintains the house, and keeps it for the drudgery of civility; visiting twice a year to meet with finaincial advisors about his wealth. Conall is content to live easily and well under his means, although if he had an inclination he could live the lap of luxury, and his "home" the family house, is certainly that.

Presently this is his situation. He has no real companions, and survives in his cottage in the forest fighting against corporations and individuals who try to overtake the land he loves. It's his way of carrying his father's legacy forward, but mostly to preserve his lifestyle. He visits his mother once a week except Full Moon time, and leaves feeling more bereft every time.

Yo', you can call me Conall, and I've been the walking dead for 21 years, and I've been grave robbing for 6 years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of Morgan and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?• ...
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•

Conall strode purposefully into the Respite Care Facility. It was nothing more than a glorified prison in his mind; the same asceptic walls and rooms. There were even bars on some of the windows. He smirked as he thought this, It was the same every time he walked into this place. As soon as his tall frame left the bright sunlight for the gloomy confines of the concrete walls and floors he felt all the happiness and hope flee from inside him.

He rounded the corner; nodding to the on duty attendant at the reception desk as he passed. They never questioned him, not even the new ones. If they looked as if they might a dark glower in their direction silenced them. He had no time for their drabble, he was here to see one person, and be on his way.

He paused in front of the door to her room. He had to compose himself; reign in the darker side of his personality and put on the smile she would expect to see. When he was certain his face was appropriate he pulled the door open and entered. The smell of cleanser, the liquid nourishment in the IV bag, and the antisceptic they sprayed over her body pummeled his nostrils. He fought the grimace and held his smile in place. The stench was nothing compared to the smell of death radiating off her body in waves assaulting his senses brutally. "Good morning, Mother," he greeted softly.

Her eyes opened slowly to take in his presence. Her smile was wan, and her skin was paler than before. Would he get the call this week? They kept her sedated except on Monday, because that was when he came to visit. The one week of his change he would call and inform them he had a meeting, or some other trivial lie as to why he could not come as scheduled so she could stay in her unconscious respite. "Conall," she murmured; as always pleased to see him.

He did not stay long, and the Doctor caught him as he made his exit. "Mr. Forrest, we aren't certain how much longer she can hold on; we aren't really certain why she keeps fighting." his eyes were guarded and Conall let the soft smile slip from his face. His features slipped into the mask of mourning he would wear if it were not everything he could do to plaster that smile on his face for her sake.

"I understand, you will call me if she worsens, or any change?" it was not a question, it was a command, but he phrased it as such for politeness sake.

"Of course, sir. At the first sign."

Conall stalked out of the building and sat on a bench in a nearby park. It had to have been created just for families of the Center, its juxtaposition made no sense or reason otherwise. His change was approaching fast, what if she weakened and he couldn't be there for her? He knew from his research that she could wake at the moment of death, and he would not have her alone. With his thoughts raging in his mind like a brewing storm he rose and paced back to his car to escape for how ever long he had until the next visit. A week, or only a few days he could never know.