Berengar

Constance (Adoptive Mother, NPC)

Doba (Sister)

Kekoa (Brother)

Zodiac (Nephew)

Aurora, Kira, and Cordelia (Nieces)

## Application Sheet

Berengar was a dark brown male wolf with a snaggletooth and lemon-yellow eyes. He was the brother of Kekoa and Doba, and lived with them in Fellfang, along with his sister's children: Zodiac, Kira, Aurora, and Cordelia. His story is ongoing alongside his familiar, an osprey named Hala. Berengar was conceptualized by Willowbyrd, and created and RP'd by Pakkuun.

## Personality

* ***Gentle and Kind.*** Berengar has always been the gentlest of his siblings. While he enjoyed playing his games and play fighting with them, he always pulled his hits and apologized if he felt he'd been too rough. Even now into adulthood, despite the cruelties in his past, he still manages to be a kind and gentle wolf. A smile almost always adorns his face to cover up emotional damage and mental scars from his past. He is a wolf that will go out of his way to cheer others up, and often does his best to keep a somewhat warm attitude despite his clear tenseness of this new home.
* ***Careful and Protective.*** Berengar is a wolf that always thinks before he acts. His brain works quickly most times, making him a formidable opponent on the battlefield. He knows how to use his weight to his advantage and often seeks to fight with those similar in size to himself. He has also developed a knack for coordinating during battle, taking the lead, and urging others to act with him.
	+ He is also extremely protective of those around him, and will not leave a battle until he has ensured every one of his comrades is safe. This protective nature goes double for his family, or anyone he considers to be family. He will stop at nothing to ensure their safety, even if they don't ask for that protection.
* ***Reclusive and Fearful.*** After everything he has endured, Berengar has extreme difficulty in forming relationships. Reconnecting with his siblings was easy, as he's in a way always known and cared for them. But allowing new wolves into his personal bubble isn't easy for him. He has lost everyone close to him at some point or another, and he is terrified that this may happen again even in Fellfang.
	+ A small part of Berengar fears he may have even been cursed, cursed to lose anyone that gets too close. This is not something he speaks of, not even to his siblings, and it would take great care and time to get such a secret out of him.
* ***Quiet and Sensitive.*** Preferring to stay silent and alone with his emotions, Gar isn't much of a talker. When he does talk, he has a tendency to lay his emotions and thoughts out for the world to see. He prefers to try and keep things close to his chest, and so more often than not, he simply stays silent and away from others.
	+ However, he is emotionally sensitive and prone to sudden outbursts if pushed too far. He has a high tolerance, especially for those that may not know better. The outbursts can range from tears to an angry shout and him storming away. He does his best to never allow this more sensitive side to show, but it cannot be helped on occasion. Please note that he is not aggressive during these bouts of emotion, and would never lash out or harm anyone. He just gets worked up on occasion due to his habit of bottling up emotions
* ***Hollow and Self-destructive.*** Berengar does not see the same importance of his life that he sees in others. He believes that he is expendable, and would willingly sacrifice himself if it meant saving another's life. He DOES NOT do this as a suicidal means, he simply values his life less than the lives of others. However, believing that he is of lesser value has left his heart a bit empty, and while it is rare, at times he does relapse into the broken state of mind that he was in after losing his Bond-Mother Constance. Again this is extremely rare and is usually triggered by something (loss of life or someone he's close to being grievously wounded).

## Pre-Group History

Born to the illegal pairing of Millaray and Ivan, Berengar was the last born, but the largest and most protective. Even as a pup he held a caring and gentle nature, always looking out for his siblings as best he could.

But he could do nothing when the day came that they were forced to flee their home. As terrified as his littermates, they watched Ivan standoff with their pursuers, the last they heard of their father was the howls and snarls. Millaray ran as far as she could with the trio, but in the end, Ivan was overcome and the pursuers were hot on their tails again. Dumping her pups in the safest spot she could, she screamed for them to run and turned away from them in the same manner that Ivan had. Her screams would haunt him for the rest of his days as he ran, ushering his siblings forwards. Desperate to save their lives, Berengar turned with the same selfless outlook, not but a juvenile faced with the gnashing fangs full-grown killers. He stood little chance and expected to be killed, but even as just a juvenile, he was prepared to give himself up for the lives of his siblings.

He managed a nasty bite on an attacker's nose before he was plucked from the ground and thrown, those fangs chasing him as the screams of his dying mother and siblings rang in his ears. Teeth clamped into his ear, claws reaching for him but he pulled away and ran as he had never run before. The sounds of a river surged ahead, a beacon of hope if he could make it across. But the fates are fickle beasts, and they held little mercy it would seem for Berengar and his siblings. Teeth clamped down over the back of his neck, shaking the little creature violently before throwing him once again. He landed on the stones by the riverside, jaw aching and blood beginning to ooze from the torn lip and displaced tooth. Just as his attacker came for him, he managed to roll away, and into the river he went.

The current raged, deep rapids and frothing white heads dragged him along at a dizzying pace. He was dashed against boulders, fallen trees, sending sent into dizzying spirals, and dunked under the fathoms of water. The last that he remembered from the river was sinking into the icy depths, vision fading as the pain began to numb his body and his lungs ached for air.

He woke to a warm body curled around him, a gentle tongue dragging the twigs, leaves, and mud from his sodden pelt. A gentle, pale-coated she-wolf held him close, warming his body and cleaning the blood from his wounds. Upon seeing he had woken, she gently asked for his name, and where his parents had gotten off to.

It was a slow and painful process to recall the memories, and once he'd finished, the she-wolf decided then that she would take care of him. He learned that her name was Constance, And over time he came to love her as closely as he had loved Millaray.

Under her care, he grew into a powerful young male, and in time, her care for him turned into him caring for her. She had grown old by the time he reached the age of two, still graceful but pelt greying and bones becoming frailer. He refused to leave her side, hunting for her when she could not, and caring for any wounds she sustained. She was the very wolf that had saved his life, and he would be at her side until the minute she no longer had need of him. Seasons came and passed, Constance's health continued to decline as the life of a loner (even with another wolf's aid) was not easy.  The pair dallied on the southern outskirts of the Domain, seeking shelter from the worst winter that had yet to hit, and it struck Constance hard in her age. Berengar scavenged food when he could, but he was not the only scavenger about. After bringing down a sickly doe, he and Constance were attacked by a small group of loners and Berengar refused to give up the food without a fight. it was short and quick, and ambush hid in the bushes that took the powerful, but half-starved, male by surprise. Constance attempted to save him and was attacked in the process. Seeing his mother so grievously wounded, he collected her and fled, leaving the meal behind to the jeering loners.

He dragged Constance as far as he could, and frantically tried to tend her wounds. But the winter had been cruel and he had no herbs for treating infection and pain, no mosses or leaves to staunch the blood flow. Constance told him to leave her, but he refused, in the end trying to use his own body to keep her warm as the winter's cold gripped her more harshly than ever. She passed from her wounds not but two days later, shattering Berengar's already scarred heart. Digging until his paws were bloodied from the sharp ground and permafrost, he dug her grave and buried her that morning. Leaving a trail of bloodied paw prints in the snow, he forced himself to leave her side, mind continuing to slide down a ramp into the darkness. Alone, starving and with no purpose, Berengar buried the only mother figure he'd had through all the years and turned his back on his home, leaving the Domain behind. Time had worn on the young male, leaving him physically and emotionally scarred. He had no hopes for his family to be found alive, and so now he simply wandered, trying to survive himself.

It wasn't until he stumbled upon Kekooa that he thought for the first time in a long time, that perhaps some of his family had in fact survived. As the brothers reconnected, it kindled new hope that Doba and their parents had perhaps survived that fateful day in the lavender fields near Fellfang.

Once the weather had warmed, they began their journey, Berengar requesting that they stop by Constance's grave one last time. He sent a silent prayer to the heavens, wishing her well and requesting that she watch over and guide them on their journey.

Going against everything he had told himself, Berengar followed his brother back into the Domain, towards whatever family might be left for them in the northern territories of Fellfang.

## Trivia

* Despite the large male's affinity for flowers and softer things, Berengar will specifically avoid Lavender when possible. Every time he catches a whiff of the flowers, it tends to bring back the harsh memories of his pup hood that he would rather allow himself to forget. This does make being around Doba a bit harder at first as she also carries a scent of Lavender, but over time he will learn to push past that memory barrier.
* Berengar is a wolf who takes solace and comfort in the grounding touch of someone else. It can be as simple as a paw over his own, or a back against his back while he sleeps. However these acts must be done either while he sleeps or is not coherent, as he fears growing close to someone may end with him hurt yet again, and so he typically denies any form of psychical contact unless it is someone extremely close to him.
* While he tends to avoid rapidly flowing waters due to his pup hood trauma, he doesn't mind still or slow-moving waters and can be found resting in and around the waters on warm days. However the ocean does frighten him a bit, and it will take time for him to grow used to it.
* Berengar is a quiet wolf who would rather sit and listen to others than directly engage. Upon first joining Fellfang, he may have some issues with the number of wolves around him. In time he will warm up, but he may be extremely reclusive in his early days.
* While overjoyed to see his two siblings alive and well, Berengar cannot forget the time spent away, or the scars left not just on his body, but his mind. He will not open up right away to them, and it will take time and gentle words to bring him back into himself. This will not stop him from being protective, however, just at more of a distance.

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