Name: Zane Alabaster Thompson
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Physical Description: Zane is tall for his age standing at about 6'7, with long medium red hair which layers out and flares to his waist. His eyes are a deep hazel, flecks of yellow in one eye while the other has flecks of silver. His skin a rich creamy peach perfect in every way. He's not overly vain, but his appearance has been hammered into him by his Mother.
He dresses in high society wear, a patterned vest over a ruffled aristocratic shirt. Maybe an trench coat if he's going outside, sleek dark colors slacks tucking into knee-high black short heeled boots.
Personality: Silent, aloof and withdrawn. Zane never successfully socialized with others due to his Mother keeping him all to herself. He is nearly completely dependent on his mother's words, usually deferring to her in every issue. He's extremely unsure of all things he does and can be seen as a jerk due to his unease of actually doing something.
History: Raised at the only son to a high society family, Zane is the youngest of five children. His mother dotes and shelters the male no matter what her husband or daughters say. Zane rarely goes outside without his mother's presence or anywhere without her. The youth wants to make friends but finds everyone judging him based on his family and personality.
Hound's Name: Lunellis
Gender: Male
Personality: Calm with a underlying temper, the male hound is not one to tamper with. He is protective of his human, Zane and is always seeking to socialize the youth with other humans. He has and will show slight aggression to Zane's mother usually getting a light scolding for the act.
The Summoning: Zane was sitting on the open window sill, humming a nonsense tune he heard one of his sisters humming. He blinked at the sound of...bells. No, just one...it was deep and Zane had been hearing it off and on for a few weeks now. He bit his bottom lip, chewing on it as he thought. He glanced to the door where he knew his Mother would be entering soon for his afternoon classes. He looked out the window. Something deep inside the male took hold and he silently dropped onto the side roof below him. The male somehow...he would never attempt this again, got to the ground before panting with excitement.
He turned once before turning to take off for the woods, the deep tone calling out to the youth. He stumbled a few times, not caring about the bruises he knew were going to form then next day. He had no idea where he was going only that he was close. He stopped at the mouth of the cave...wait..where. It didn't matter. He calmed his breathing before stepping into the dark cavern. He didn't look around, a small amount of fear settling in his gut. Once he got to the end...his whole world was going to be turned upside down. He reached the large chamber. His mind going fuzzy as the magic took hold.
The words were lost as soon as he thought of them, the actions were never going to be mimicked on purpose and the outcome was one of a kind. He needed an offering, "A bond for a bond."
The male fell unconscious, when he woke he saw a...bowl...what?
