Cormac

## Application Sheet

Cormac was a black-and-white male wolf with coral-orange eyes. He lived in the pack of Hintertomb, where his story is just beginning. Cormac was created and RP'd by FVKKAT.

## Personality

* ***Calm, Dedicated, Eloquent, Faithful, and Self-Reliant.*** Cormac was raised as royalty, with a lost prince mentality; he is well-spoken and educated. He has a quiet and settled demeanor and is heavily focused on his faith. There was never a time he was questioning his undying loyalty, only his loyalty to his pack, The Unfaithful. Dutiful, he proceeds through his life focused on his studies and work. When approached in the middle of his many studies, he’s rather calm and still focused, but will spare a glance or two your way. Feels accomplished after doing something himself, providing himself a meal, and dealing with any trespassers. It brought a joy that made Cormac feel humble; his fears of not being enough faded as he proved to himself the worth of his life.
* ***Competitive, Private, and Skeptical.*** Once challenged at anything he may be terrible at or great at, he will take it head-on and put forth his best to win. A quiet man, he doesn’t divulge much about his past outside of mentioning his parents, who are mentioned with a bitter tone. As faithful as he is to what he believes, Cormac is skeptical of anything he doesn’t believe. It trickles into his decision making.
* ***Assertive, Difficult, Intolerant, Obsessive, and Self-Indulgent.*** Cormac has a way of putting his voice first; he doesn’t want to speak second when it comes to a matter he is passionate about. A bit difficult at first, but he is naturally guarded due to the high stakes of his last pack. There’s little he tolerates; he is hot-headed at times when put under heavy stress. Obsessive, he is borderline possessive in the sense that he attaches to someone very quickly if they show any interest. Cormac often doesn’t act on his thoughts when obsession strikes, but it’s hard to ignore, and oftentimes he will say something. Anything to make him feel good, he will do. There are a few things that he finds daily that will bring him some sort of indulgence: food, water, or company.

## Pre-Group History

Born under the Alpha, Gunner is his father, a man he now holds with much hatred. He was young when the training happened: understanding the pack and its dynamics, their gods, and their rules. In one of his juvenile years, he was introduced to Julia as a friend. As they aged together and spent more time bonding, it became clear what his father’s intentions were. The more time Cormac spent by his side, the more he spoke about the future—not his own but Cormac’s.

As a young adult, the truth was in full view—the arranged marriage was brought to both of their attention. Julia was more than ecstatic about the whole situation; at least if she was putting on a show, she had Cormac fooled. Feeling outnumbered in the situation, he hoped to speak with his father privately about it.

That never happened.

Cormac was engaged to marry, and in half a year, he was announced to be married to Julia. Their lives here had been spent moving into their own den and setting up their own lives for the family that they were. Cormac didn’t want any of this. All he did was play along with his father’s life and goals for his son; he was everything that he preached against. As the couple settled in and Cormac tried, his father brought up the topic of kids. Appalled that his father would dictate that part of his life, Cormac interrupted the conversation to invite him to a hunt.

Their way of speaking without the watchful eyes of the pack. They agreed and ventured to the eastern border and half a mile beyond, to an open field of flowers and weeds. The perfect grazing field for a hunt If anyone were to find them, the two would be exactly where they said they’d be. At least there was an hour of privacy before they spotted someone approaching the pair; that’s when Cormac spoke: "I don’t want to be married to Julia."

"You’ve already committed to your part; don't back out of this."

Cormac stood there, and as he went to speak, their claws swiped and ripped the bridge of his nose and cheek, barely missing his eye. Cormac pulls back, fangs snagged at his father’s ear. Tearing it the slightest, he is shoved off before Gunner runs back to the pack. Cormac didn’t follow; he watched until he felt stable enough to leave. After a month of traveling, taking care of his wounds, and seeking out a pack, there’d been an earth-shattering crack in the distance. Birds fled in waves as the haunting rumble floored the wolf; he didn’t understand where or how something so large could happen. He wasted no time steadying himself and rushing onward to where this could’ve happened. What if there had been someone who needed help? Cormac was a better man than to leave them struggling.

After digging through the remains of what was without trapping himself beneath rubble and unstable rocks, Cormac concluded everyone who did live here had left by the fading scents. There’d been a trail on the northern half of the bend, and he tracked the oddly placed rocks with his full attention.

## External Links

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