Sex- Male
Sexual preference- Females
Age- 19
Race- Werewolf
Abilities- Enhanced strength and speed as well powerful senses
Height- 6.2
Weight- 160
Diet- Any normal human diet, but can eat raw meat if he truly wished to
Personality- Conall can come off very shy and evasive because of his insecurities over his appearance.
Bio- Conall was born in Great Britain. He was raised by a very wealthy family and at an early age they stressed the importance of proper behavior and manners. Though Conall followed as they asked, he never truly embraced it. At a young age, Conall discovered a new genre of music that was hidden from him by his parents. It was as he was riding through a neighborhood in the back of his parents limo he saw a small rock band performing out of their garage. He could see the distaste in his parents face as they also saw the band, but Conall did not care.
That same day Conall went home and searched through the internet, finding and downloading various rock albums. After much convincing, he managed to persuade his parents to buy him an electric guitar. Conall took to it like a duck to water. Before long, he was playing the most complicated songs with ease.
Conall had been playing for many years now. Performing in various bands as both the lead guitarist and sometimes as the vocalist. The dream of becoming a rock star did not seem like a fairytale to Conall, but a true career choice. It was after he had turned 17 that his rebellious nature began to show. He had never smoked or drank, so he would start small. Simply sneaking from home would do. He didn't know what he would do, but the thrill of sneaking out would keep him occupied. The night was chilled, a full moon held high in the sky, but Conall continued through the empty streets enjoying the freedom. However, a nearly inaudible growl as he passed by the park quickly made his blood run cold. Before one would have time to react, a large dog jumped from the shadows and pounced onto of Conall. The canine was huge and it's strength was unparalleled, Conall was unable to fight it off as the beast tore at his flesh. Conall felt that his life was at an end, to be eaten alive, but the creature suddenly halted at the sound of a loud bang. As quickly as it had happened, the beast released Conall and disappeared. Weak, Conall rose his head slightly to see a police officer, his gun pointed in the direction the dog had ran, then he looked to Conall. He ran to Conall's side, yelling into his radio in police code and to send an ambulance. The world went black as Conall fell into unconsciousness.
He awoke in a hospital, nurses and a doctor hovering over him. He analyzed his surroundings and himself. There were extensive amounts of wounds along his arms and torso. All stitched shut. Conall had to remain in the hospital for some time before he was allowed home.
Things went back to normal. There was never another sign of the animal that had attacked Conall and there was no permanent damage left on him. It was when his parents went away for a relatively long trip that things took a turn for the worse. One morning, Conall awoke feeling strange, but was still much too tired to care. He lazily walked into the bathroom and was horrified to see what appeared to be same dog like creature waiting for him inside. Frozen with fear, Conall stood still and to his surprise so did the beast. It took Conall a long moment before realizing that something was not right, that the beast staring back at him was not the one that had attacked him, that Conall was staring into a mirror.
Horror-struck, Conall rushed to the mirror, examining his reflection closer. His features were very canine like, his face perfectly resembling a wolf. Black fur covering his body, pointed ears, tail, the works. The only thing Conall noticed was wrong were the strange red markings along his body and the fact that he stood upright and hands were still human for the most part, aside from his claws.
Conall quickly rushed back into his room, afraid one of the several maids or butler would see him. With the door locked and curtains shut, Conall began to panic. Almost as if all at once, it all clicked. The animal near the park was not just any large dog, it was in fact a werewolf and now he was cursed. But this was all wrong, werewolves were only supposed to turn during a full moon. A thorough search of the internet gave no answers.
Conall wished to convince himself this was all a dream, but after several hours in panic the thought that he was asleep no longer seemed valid. Conall atleast found comfort in the fact that his parents would be gone for several more weeks and that the house cleaners would leave him be if he left his door shut.
Over the next few days Conall stay in his room, experimenting with his new body. He was relieved he could still talk without issue and that he seemed to still be in control of his mind. But he also found that he was much stronger then he used to be, aswell much quicker. On top of this, all of his senses were enhanced. He could hear things that were at great distances and his sense of smell was greatly improved. Conall began to find some benefits to his change, but they did not out weigh the bad. He still did not know what he would tell his parents when they finally got home.
One night as Conall slept, he awoke with an incredible pain. He stood from bed in agony and was immediately brought to the floor. His entire body burned and his bones felt as if they were twisting. When it finally finished, Conall slowly opened his eyes, a immense coldness covering him. He remained on the floor, afraid the pain would return if he moved. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see his hand laying in front of him. Something was different though, it was pale and smooth, a human hand. Conall sprung up from the ground, overwhelmed with joy. He ran to the mirror in his room as examined his face. It was the one he knew best, the one he had seen everyday since he was young. Conall began to wonder again if it had all been a dream, but didn't care to think it through just yet, he wanted to enjoy his much missed humanity.
For several hours Conall simply wandered his house. Before, he was afraid to leave his room should someone happen to see him. He could not be happier. Conall couldn't wait for the sun to rise, to go out and be normal.
Conall sat up in his room, pleased to be able to finally open his door and window again, waiting for the sun to rise and go out to a nice restaurant. He kept himself occupied by surfing the web and staring out his open window. He was a bit surprised to see a full moon glowing brightly outside. The memories of his last full moon made him shutter, but he shook them away convinced it was all behind him now. While he sat in his office chair, patiently waiting for the morning, the pain he had felt before started again. He fell from his chair and to the ground again. It was like before, only worse. Conall could not keep himself from crying out in agony. When it finally had ceased, Conall again lay very still. When he opened his eyes, the most gut wrenching feeling washed over him as he stared at the fur covered claw laying beside him. Conall calmly and slowly stood and walked to his mirror. His expression was pained, still noticeable under his canine like features. Conall stood staring at himself for several moments before walking to his door and locking it once again. As he approached the window to shut it, he peered outside and noticed that the full moon had now disappeared.
Conall sat in silence for a long time. He pondered the reason behind tonight's events. Then it clicked. When the full moon was out he had become human again, but as it disappeared he was once again a werewolf. Anguish filled Conall as he made a realization. That he would only ever be human during a full moon. A reverse curse.
Conall remained in his room the next few weeks. Dreading the day his parents came home. He still has no clue what it was he would tell them. But it was obvious what their reaction would be. That dreadful day seemed to come all to soon.
As expected, Conall's parents were shocked at the first sight of their son. Conall explained all he had learned and his theories, his parents remained silent throughout most of it. The end result however was not expected. His parents ordered him to leave the house during the cover of night and not come back. Conall did as he was asked without complaint.
His parents were generation enough to send him away with quite a load of money in his pockets, but that was all they gave him. No goodbyes, no apologies. It was after Conall had departed that he saw his families name mentioned in a local newspaper. It read that his family had suffered a horrendous loss, the death of their only son in a boating accident. That his body was washed away into the sea and was never recovered. Conall realized that his parents would rather their peers believe that their son was dead then a monster.
It had been two years since Conall had left home. He has since then adjusted to his new self. His parents continued to wire money to him into his private account ever month, a few grand. Thanks to telephones and the internet, food and setting up living arrangements without ever meeting in person was easy enough. However, Conall is constantly hiding from the public, fearing his appearance would cause panic. He lives alone. Unable to make any person friends. He wanders the globe searching for acceptance without much hope for success.
Other-
Appearance-
Conall's common form
The rarely seen human form
Quote-
