- █ █ B A S I C S
█ NAME ▬ Declan Edison
█ AGE ▬ 31
█ NICKNAME ▬ Ed, Eddy, D, Deck, Reggie (
█ RACE ▬ Lycan (Doberman Pinscher)
█ ORIENTATION ▬ Bisexual
█ OCCUPATION ▬ Bodyguard Slave
█ PARTNER ▬ Single as a pringle
█ MASTER ▬ Dane Hart's dog
█ █ A P P E A R A N C E
█ HAIR ▬ Black
█ EYES ▬ Red
█ BUILD ▬ Muscular, Bulky, made to be a wall [6"0]
█ TATTOOS ▬ A hydrogen atom at the base of his neck, because Dr.Manhattan is the s**t.
█ SCARS ▬ A couple scratches on his face from a fight with a dog
█ BIRTHMARKS ▬ none
█ █ P E R S O N A L I T Y
█ THEME SONGS
█ ▬ O1 Victorious - P!aTD
█ ▬ O2 Carousel - Melanie Martinez
█ ▬ O3 Reflections - Mulan
█ ▬ O4 When We Come Together - Goldfish
█ LIKES
█ ▬ Being pet on the head. Yes, it's a stupid stereotype, but if feels good dammit.
█ ▬ Running; it helps to calm him down when he's stressed
█ ▬ Steak. Medium Rare, seared only at the edges, make sure the middle still bleeds. He's accustomed to finer dining.
█ ▬ Danes singing. When it's just him. Alone.
█ ▬ Western comic books. The guy is unabashedly obsessed with them.
█ DISLIKES
█ ▬ Dogs. Being around them is weird and disconcerting
█ ▬ Paparazzi. He got a lot of flack for biting one once, but he tasted pretty good.
█ ▬ Being called 'Reggie.'
█ ▬ Mmmmooost of the music the stupid Label made Dane produce. Do NOT tell Dane that Deck hates his albums!!
█ PERSONALITY TRAITS
█ ▬ Protective; it's what he was made for
█ ▬ Obedient; at least when it's Dane
█ ▬ Snarky
█ ▬ Laid-back
█ ▬ Humorous
█ ▬ Does not have time for your bullshit
█ ▬ Straightforward
█ █ H I S T O R Y
█ BACKGROUND
Declan was born from two well-taken care of slaves, belonging to different households who were on good terms. He was originally born with the given name Regina Edison, a female at birth. As a child, nothing was particularly outstanding or different. She tussled with her sister, a lycan like herself, learning to change her shape at a very young age. She climbed trees and got into scuffles, was rowdy and pushy and loud and a typical child all in all. Both of their parents were lycans, so she and her sister both were somewhat well-built, and their active lifestyles running to and fro constantly kept them in good shape. Regina had fairly typical interests. She loved playing soccer and basketball with her sister in the yards, drawing, and took a keen interest in spiderman comics at an early age. No one thought much of the fact that she hated wearing dresses and stockings whenever her parents wanted her to dress up. She was a rowdy child, after all, and always wound up tearing them when she inevitably bolted to go chase bugs or climb up a tree. Her parents didn't think much of it, and as long as Regina lived with them it was never an issue. But Regins didn't live with them for too terribly long.
Reggie and her sister weren't kennel-bred, but their father was, and they belonged to a well-established household that had a lot of connections, particularly in the entertainment industry. This was how she came to be introduced to Daniel Hind. They were both kids, Reggie a mere two years older, but Danny already seemed more aware of the adult world than Reggie was, and that fascinated him. Whoops. Her. She slipped up like that sometimes, but it just felt more natural somehow. In any case, Reggie and Danny clicked from the moment they met. They just had that natural chemistry between them, if they'd been in the same social caste, they'd have been best friends. But, of course, Reggie was a slave. But, things like that hardly kept children from forming those kinds of bonds. They weren't held back the same way that adults were. For them it seemed like the whole world was open to them. Reggie liked Danny at once, and was always eager to see him whenever his - whoops, her, masters suggested that they might be entertaining that network manager and his family. Of course, during that time, Reggie preferred to greet the boy in her canine form. She tended to wear that shape more often than not. She felt oddly uncomfortable in her own body most of the time, especially as she got a little older each year. It wasn't as bad when she was a dog, but it was still never quite right, and she could never really put her finger on it. But as time wore on it gnawed at her more and more. It was her older sister who helped her. Reggie went crying to her about it late one evening. It was true that things had been stressful lately. His, er, her sister, had been negotiated to sell off to another wealthy family looking for a watchdog, and guardian. Doberman lycans were perfect guards, after all. Of course their parents had talked to them about this, it was normal for slaves, what was bound to happen sooner or later. They were young, after all, had good blood and healthy bodies. They'd fit in so well with another family somewhere. The idea of being separated from her sister was stressful enough, but it seemed there were already talks in the works for Reggie to be sold as well. It was likely the stress that made everything come welling out to her sister that night. Reggie had never been a child in the habit of crying, but she did, when she told her sister that she didn't feel comfortable in her own skin. They sat in their room in the night and talked for hours in the candid manner that only siblings and best friends could. Reggies older sister was understanding, and smart, and Reggie hadn't even heard of the term transgender at that age, but her sister knew. They read everything they could on the internet, found things that did and didn't fit, and when her sister asked if she'd feel more comfortable being called 'he', Reggie said yes. So thats how she started calling him.
But not everyone was as understanding as his sister was. Despite figuring this out about himself at a young age, it would be years before Declan would be able to be public about his gender. They told his parents first, who were supportive, of course, but steadfastly against being open about it. It was just the wrong time, they said. It sounded like their masters had a really good home lined up for him, and they didn't want to smear their image, did they? He should just wait until he was settled and then broach the subject with his new family once the dust settled and they were all better acquainted. Deck didn't like the idea, because s**t, he didn't even know who this new family was. But his parents insisted, and so he went along with it. Everyone but his sister still called him 'she' and a month later, his sister was gone. They wrote letters back and fourth, but it wasn't the same. His masters eventually spoke to him directly ('Regina, sweety, come here') and had him sit in his uncomfortable human shape so they could confirm the whispers that, yes, someone had arranged to buy him, and he was going to go live somewhere else. Everyone acted like he was supposed to be thrilled. Apparently it was some well-off family that had recently come into some good fortune, the ideal place to be. Everyone told him to smile about it, to be happy. No one seemed to understand how he could feel unsure, and frightened, and unwilling. His sister would have understood, but she was already living somewhere else. But his parents helped him pack the few things that actually belonged to him (I mean, nothing truly belonged to him, he was a slave, but the things that his old masters sent with him; clothes, dresses, jewelry, personal effects). And for all they had talked of being supportive, his parents had never mentioned the issue of his gender again, still calling him by feminine pronouns like everyone else, ignoring his wishes completely. He was miserable through and through. They made him wear one of the stupid dresses that he hated the day that his new family came to pick him up, and no amount of coaxing from his family could make him smile. But when the car pulled up and Daniel stepped out, he could have died of happiness and relief then. He immediately turned into a dog, licked Dannys face, and ruined the dress.
Despite still being anxious about the move, finding out he was going to live with (and belong to) his best friend was a huge weight off of his shoulders. The two of them got along famously, Declan eager to trot alongside him in his dog shape everywhere the boy went, too happy to growl at anyone who got too close who Deck didn't like. While it was a little annoying to those working with him, it did prove that Deck was an excellent guard dog. He was fiercely devoted to Danny from the beginning, quickly becoming a very one-person dog and ******** else. But despite how comfortable he was with Danny, he hesitated for ages on telling him the truth of things. True, he basically discarded all of the dresses he'd been made to pack as soon as he was settled, kept his hair cropped short, and even asked Danny to call him Declan, or Deck for short ('It's just a cooler name! Don't you think so?'), but he was worried about what his master might think, when his family had insisted on being so hush hush about it, not even telling his old masters. It seemed like it was something shameful. But as Deck progressed on into his later teens, his body became increasingly foreign to him, and he slowly sank into a deep depression. He became irritable and unhappy even on the best of days, far too eager to snarl and snap and almost perpetually in his dog shape, talking to Danny less and less. He was particularly nasty with certain people involved in the industry who he didn't like getting close to Dane, including his stepfather. Things broke when Danny laid a hand on him the wrong way one evening and Deck actually snapped at him. He immediately regretted it, changing into his human shape at once and apologizing profusely before breaking down and spilling everything to him. His gender, his discomfort, his anxiety about opening up to anyone about it. And once again Danny was a source of comfort and relief to him, at once completely supportive and not once suggesting keeping it a secret or even postponing telling anyone. The very next day Danny and Declan both spoke to Daniels parents about it. The answer was a resounding 'No.' Sure, it was fine if Declan felt that way, but by then Danny was a big deal, and he had an image to think about, and they couldn't exactly sell the 'wholesome, traditional America' vibe with Dannys personal slave being openly transgender. So they'd keep calling him by feminine pronouns and using his legal name, Regina. Deck was crushed all over again, but Danny... well, Danny simply wouldn't hear it. He'd gotten pretty good at stomping his foot to get what he wanted by then, and he threw the biggest hissy fit over this that Deck had ever seen (and that was saying something). The guy was about as willing to negotiate as a domestic terrorist, threatening to halt shows, refuse interviews, the whole nine yards. And oh, he'd do it, they knew it, too. There was about a week of debate, attempts at negotiating and discussing terms, but as their schedule started to pile up they were eventually forced to concede to Dannys wishes. It normally took a year or two of psyche evaluations to begin hormone therapy. But, Danny was good at getting what he wanted, and the beverly hills doctors were already furnishing them with all kinds of meds, so hell, why not tack on hormones, too?
A year and a half later, Deck was practically unrecognizable, and not just because of the beard. He was happy, laid back, quick to laughter and making loud, boisterous jokes. He felt better, looked better, ate better, was just... content. Comfortable, for the first time in his life. Surgery wasn't difficult to arrange, either, and Dannys family happened to know some excellent plastic surgeons. His life since then was fairly straightforward. He continued on with Dane as before, following him everywhere he went, be it on tour or on vacation, always at his side, occasionally chasing paparazzi with teeth bared. He was with him through the height of his fame, and into the decline as well. He never concerned himself much with the things Dane had to do in order to rest himself, and was usually perfectly happy to escort Dannys 'meals' into their ubers when he was done with them. It's hard to argue with a six foot wall of muscle, after all. He was admittedly skeptical when he started seeing that one pornstar on the regular, but he could hardly voice his reservations when the guy seemed to happy about it, even though he had a bad feeling about it from the beginning. But Deck supported Danny with taking the relationship public unwaveringly, like Dane had always done for him. And when the guy inevitably broke his heart, he offered to bite him for him. Frankly, he's still not sure how he feels about Danny continuing to see him on the side.... pretty regularly. Okay he doesn't like it. But, whatever, food's food.
He's not jealous.
█ ABILITIES
▬ DOBERMAN FORM
Like any lycan, Deck is capable of shifting his entire body, or parts of it, into his canid form at any time. As a doberman, he's got a fairly bulky shape even transformed. He doesn't generally ever use his partial transformation, as he isn't very good at it. And despite spending a great majority of his time as a child in his dog shape, he doesn't like assuming it these days, if he can help it. Still, sometimes people want pictures of Americas heartthrob and his dog, so.
▬ SHARP SMELLS
Declan has an extremely sensitive nose, and always has. Nothing puts him in a worse mood than smelling something foul. He's always insisting that the garbage be taken out before it's eve half full, that surfaces be scrubbed clean daily, that laundry never sit for more than a day, all because of the obtrusive smells. Likewise he hates the overpowering odors of incense and those stupid glade plugins, so he spends a lot of time with the windows open to keep fresh air circulating. Most of the time he can smell a person before he ever hears or sees them. If Dane ever went missing, he could (and would) easily track him down by his familiar smell alone.
▬ A LITTLE BIT OF MUSCLE
Dane has, of course, had security detail for years now, those devoted to making sure the crazy fans and stalkers can't pull any funny s**t, but Deck doesn't trust people like that. So he's spent a lot of time bulking up to be the perfect guard dog, utilizing his natural tendency to pack on muscle and becoming a veritable wall to be Dannys last line of defense should anything ever go wrong. He bench presses the singer for fun.
▬ TAI CHI
Yes, ha ha, sure, laugh at the guy in yoga pants on the front lawn slowly going through the gentle, arcing movements of tai chi. See how long you're laughing when the guy uses those moves on you at their full speed. Declan has practiced defensive tai chi for years (since childhood) as another means of being better able to protect Dane from potential threats. And while, yes, it is very beneficial for centering himself, cardio, and keeping limber, it is also great for putting ******** in the ground. This particular fighting style also helps to keep Deck calm and level-headed in dangerous situations. Not that he's encountered many, but there are always the odd ones.
█ EXTRA
- The truth is, Deck was pretty in love with Dane for a good several years. While that affection has (mostly) faded into an amicable friendship, there are still some unresolved feelings there. Dane has no idea. And he's never going to, if Declan has any say about it.
- Declans mother was hispanic, and spanish was her native tongue, so Deck and his sister both learned it growing up. He frequently swears in spanish.
