Calan Brecours

once I wandered, now I soar Spring Spree 2020 none have burned so brightly
golden boy
under many a star
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Dog (landrace sheltie/spitz/terrier mutt)
Date of Birth:
27th May 2016
Lupus form: Normal (verging on tall) mixed breed, with white and yellowish-cream sable markings. His long fur makes him keen on temperate to colder climates, and he avoids heat at all possible. Bright blue eyes, soft pink nose and paw pads. The broadness of his chest and upper torso, plus the sharpness of his long, thin muzzle, implies some sort of majority sheltie background, though his dense spitz-like fur and his straight terrier-like posture show the generational offshoots. Whatever the exact mix is, he’s visibly less than 10 percent wolf. His body is lean and balanced, and he carries himself with a hell of a lot of confidence - chest puffed, hips swinging. His coat and attitude make him ill-suited for stealth. He takes this form when tasks require it of him.

Optime form: Taking great pride in standing fully upright, with his hair neatly brushed and braided into one, chest-length braid, Calan’s a pretty boy and he knows it. He takes an obscene amount of time to groom when in this form; any odd tufts of fur are neatly trimmed to match the length of the rest of his pelt, and you could swear his chest fur is back combed for volume. He feels very comfortable going around without clothing, but will often dress up in fine attire when he’s feeling flashy. Favourite colours: deep purple and gold. Up until very recently he wore a simple gold pendant, but this was sold for his starting supplies when he was kicked off of his family homestead. Since moving to New Caledonia, he lives in this form almost exclusively.
Spoiled: Calan is used to getting what he wants, whether from his friends, his family, or his lovers. He’s not ashamed of feeling materialistic. He draws the line at being greedy, however - he has seen how much an unstoppable hunger for more has corrupted those in his parents’ circle. In his opinion, greed only leads to bad choices. Just because Calan has a taste for the finer things in life doesn’t mean he’ll resort to stealing (or worse, begging).

Outwardly easy-going: Unafraid to be the life of the party or the punchline of a joke, Calan thinks disdainful comments are like flies - annoying, but easily swatted away. It takes effort to get under his skin, unless you’re really cruising to upset him. This free spirit might not always truly reflect his inner anxiety, but it’s a part of him all the same. Easy ways to tick him off: clinginess, pressure, insulting his mother.

Accepting of others: He couldn’t care less if you’re Luperci, non-Luperci, or you’ve got three eyeballs. Calan’s mingled them with them all, both in his younger years and since being on the road. It takes a lot to shock him.

Anxious: Having suffered from anxiety all of his life, mostly stemming from the impossibly high pressure his parents pushed on him, Calan can be terse, temperamental, selfish and snappy when under duress. His solutions for high-stress situations are to push everyone away from him, act petty and critical, and burn bridges.

Law-Abiding: Even if he procrastinates, sloughs off his duties to another, or genuinely just doesn’t seem to care, Calan’s not going to go out of his way to break rules. He just.... might fudge them to make them better work for him and his ideas, much like he did as a kid. No harm, no foul. And... yes, he may be a bit lazy too, but he’d never admit it.

Non-confrontational: If it’s not obvious by now, Calan’s not really much of a fighter. He relies on his words and his bribery to win him battles, not his hands. He’s a confident wordsmith with a silver tongue, but it’s clear from his pretty face that he‘s avoided brawling when possible. He’s got enough street sense to avoid getting himself killed (you don’t sleep around without getting in a few jealous fights here and there), but that’s about it.

Generous: Especially with his time and resources. Even if he’s not the golden boy any more, Calan‘s quick to give what he has to others around him. It’s his way of both giving and receiving love. This means, however, he has little sense of when he’s abusing the generosity of others.

Self-destructive: Picking up new lovers at a drop of a hat, drinking himself into a stupor, creating impossible standards for himself only to fail to meet them: Calan doesn’t know how to be kind to himself. This leads to him being unwilling to form deep attachments to others. He is known for quick hookups without wanting a serious relationship, and keeps his cards close to his chest.
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Born the only child to an affluent family in what was once known as the Bas-Saint-Laurent, Quebec region, Calan Brecours grew up knowing that he was the heir to his parent’s local trading company. While his parents - namely his mother - made sure to teach him the difference between right and wrong, Calan was utterly spoiled throughout his childhood. A bountiful territory and a lack of discipline at an early age meant anything was possible for the young canine, and he took advantage of this with gusto, gorging on life’s pleasures and eschewing all authority. As Calan grew older and his place in the community more important, his stern, all-business father tried to pressure him to take on more responsibility. Unwilling and unable to cope with this change, and after a lifetime of worrying that he wasn’t fit for the job, Calan dealt with this new stress by lashing out and disobeying his parents. He found partying easier than the responsibilities of valuing jewelry or negotiating deals, which often made him the talk of the town - the Brecours’ ‘spoiled brat’. His fears about messing up turned into a self-destructive realization, and his inability to handle high-pressure situations created a rift between him and his father. His family disapproved of his laissez-faire attitude, his petty attitude, his sexual freedom, and his selfishness, but his mother continued to chalk it up to young age. However, when his mother died, his father cut him off cold turkey and told him to find his own way in the world. He left his pack lands behind and meandered his way south-east, having heard rumors of a land called ‘Souls. At the very back of his mind, he still believes that, just maybe, his father will take him back, and he can actually make him and his dead mother proud.
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