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Shirt bloodstained and yet it was not Abel but Cain who got to hear
The voice that for so long had been a stranger

Name: Antoine

Nickname[s]: Ant, Tony?

Alias[es]: none yet

Age: 2 years

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: bisexual (closeted)

Faction: Volaire

Rank: inferi

Task: n/a (aspiring volíel)

Height: 35’’

Weight: 140 lbs

Scar: none that are noticeable.

Scent: faint smell of grass, with rosy undertones.

Voice: soft and monotone- he speaks rather fast, on the edge of stuttering. (Gregoire Leprince-Ringuet)

Physical Description: tall but lanky, he’s all legs, with thin, wavy fur that hardly adds volume to him. He’s built for running, essentially. He has a long face with lidded eyes, which gives him a contemplative expression.

Family;
Anne (mother) and André (father), both alive [NPCs]
Faon (half-sibling), alive

Mate[s]: none

Offspring: none

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Personality

[astute] [diligent] [reserved] [sly] [melancholic] [unstable]

The second born to a shattered family. Deep down, Antoine is a kind, good wolf; closer to the surface, he lives solely for the approval of a cruel father. And, secretly, a dissident sibling.
The thorny boy is an amalgam of opposites. Commanding yet shy, ambitious yet yearning for quietness. He wants to be known, his valor to be recognized, but compliments make his skin crawl, and he can never be satisfied with his current skills. Only criticism is tolerated, everything else is spoken to the wind- his only way is up, tailing his family and his prestigious pack.

He often seems tired, and has gentle manners. He's a good conversationalist, with quick wits and quippy replies that catch others off guard. He’s aware of his intelligence; he’d be proud, even, if it wasn't for his self deprecation. He sometimes alienates others his age with his solemnity, and his high expectations that extend from his parents to him, then to all his surroundings.
Despite his apparent sweetness, he’s easily frustrated and angered, but he’s always careful to not show it. His rage is a vicious, viscous force that gets directed inwards. He’ll hurt himself first before hurting anybody. He is not allowed to fail. He is not allowed to be weak.

Most of his actions are a means to an end, and he’ll bend words and actions to spin things in his favor. He learnt that words should be veiled, and emotions toyed with. He’s studious about it, retaining details and mannerisms in others that could later be turned against them. His mind is a camera with which captures the world, exerting as much distance as possible; but his heart is too big and hollow, and he cannot help but slip some of these images in there, not to use, but to look at fondly.
It shows with his sibling- Faon is everything to him. He acts far more playful with them, pokes at their cracks, snivels his way over to them. Tests the limits, jumps back, comes again. In a tender bond, he’s an avid listener, a warm presence that leans in more with each story told and game played. He becomes a fleck of light, a big silly boy who enacts a childhood he’s tasted then lost. It’s what he yearns for the deepest. A kind family, a safe home, and soft days spent in the sun.

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Backstory
TW for parental abuse and neglect.

Antoine was born to André and Anne, at dawn, with high hopes. His father had remarried after the passing of his previous mate, and Antoine never got to know about her. But he did know her child; Faon, his half-sibling.
His beginning was bright, with loving parents who doted on him. Too young yet to catch the unrest in the family den, he basked in the attention of his heroic father and kind mother, and turned a hopeful gaze to his distant sibling. They never seemed happy in his presence, yet Antoine still felt drawn to them.
He was a month old and already tailing Faon as much as they’d allow. Sometimes, when they were missing, he’d look for them, and rarely succeed, but there was one time where he secretly witnessed their Daiseur training. He watched them leap and twirl like a petal in the wind, and tucked this sight in their heart like a treasure. To outsiders, his incessant quest for an absent sibling seemed absurd, but perhaps Antoine could see beneath the ice, a heart neither his parents had.

Things got more complicated when he grew. His father took him under his wing, told him that he’d make him the greatest volíel. Antoine, starry eyed, was eager to learn.
He doesn’t really know when he first got hit by his father. It was early enough that it seemed normal; that he’d be surprised if no other parents did this. He was barely a juvenile when he began training with André. Antoine was studious and clever, but also meek and sensitive, and generally just far too young to be even doing most of what his father asked. So he nipped and slapped, and Antoine folded for him.
It got worse as months flew by, and André’s guise of a perfect father cracked to show a monster. His son was at his mercy, gripping to the shows of love he’d give when the youngster would succeed, even if he’d be lashing again in the next hours. It was never deep enough to scar- no need to make this known- but the blunt hits and harsh words seeped under Antoine’s skin like venom.
This is normal, he’d tell himself. I’ll do better.

But this was not normal.
He read it in Faon’s eyes when they stood at the mouth of the family den, his ears ringing from the harsh blows André was landing on his head. Ashamed to be seen in a position that his father had insisted should never be known, he expected them to leave.
Instead, they leapt forth.
There was a crack, and a silence. Blood- Faon’s blood- splattered on Antoine’s face, and something changed.

Nothing would ever be normal again.

Faon recovered, slowly, and Antoine often came to them. First, heavy with guilt- the hit was for him, and now they’d never dance like he saw them dance as a pup. The rose was split on its own thorn. He expected retribution, but instead he got a quiet, gentle truth: André and Faon seemed the same end of the road he followed, but they were actually opposites. They connected the pieces for him, shedding light on a broken story his father never spoke of, and his mother spun lies over. They told him of Fleur, their mother, and how André hurt her, and hurt them. He curled near them and listened, trying to make sense of it all, to no avail.
His sibling turned away from their father, and when he called to his children, expecting to be forgiven, only Antoine came, with a heavy heart.

His apprenticeship under André had stretched for longer than he had wished for his son- he was not the prodigy he wanted. But good enough, he said, maybe hoping to keep his paws on his last child. He’d let him go join the ranks of the volíel, to prove himself in the face of action. I’ll see you there, he told him.
Antoine had just nodded. He thought of his sibling.
He loves his father, he loves his mother. He loves Faon.

He walks to the frontlines, and wonders if it's the right decision.

Group history

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Trivia;

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- Antoine’s design and initial character concept was made by laureltan

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Description

moodboard / relations / tracker / playlist

Shirt bloodstained and yet it was not Abel but Cain who got to hear
The voice that for so long had been a stranger

Name: Antoine

Nickname[s]: Ant, Tony?

Alias[es]: none yet

Age: 2 years

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: bisexual (closeted)

Faction: Volaire

Rank: inferi

Task: n/a (aspiring volíel)

Height: 35’’

Weight: 140 lbs

Scar: none that are noticeable.

Scent: faint smell of grass, with rosy undertones.

Voice: soft and monotone- he speaks rather fast, on the edge of stuttering. (Gregoire Leprince-Ringuet)

Physical Description: tall but lanky, he’s all legs, with thin, wavy fur that hardly adds volume to him. He’s built for running, essentially. He has a long face with lidded eyes, which gives him a contemplative expression.

Family;
Anne (mother) and André (father), both alive [NPCs]
Faon (half-sibling), alive

Mate[s]: none

Offspring: none

-

Personality

[astute] [diligent] [reserved] [sly] [melancholic] [unstable]

The second born to a shattered family. Deep down, Antoine is a kind, good wolf; closer to the surface, he lives solely for the approval of a cruel father. And, secretly, a dissident sibling.
The thorny boy is an amalgam of opposites. Commanding yet shy, ambitious yet yearning for quietness. He wants to be known, his valor to be recognized, but compliments make his skin crawl, and he can never be satisfied with his current skills. Only criticism is tolerated, everything else is spoken to the wind- his only way is up, tailing his family and his prestigious pack.

He often seems tired, and has gentle manners. He's a good conversationalist, with quick wits and quippy replies that catch others off guard. He’s aware of his intelligence; he’d be proud, even, if it wasn't for his self deprecation. He sometimes alienates others his age with his solemnity, and his high expectations that extend from his parents to him, then to all his surroundings.
Despite his apparent sweetness, he’s easily frustrated and angered, but he’s always careful to not show it. His rage is a vicious, viscous force that gets directed inwards. He’ll hurt himself first before hurting anybody. He is not allowed to fail. He is not allowed to be weak.

Most of his actions are a means to an end, and he’ll bend words and actions to spin things in his favor. He learnt that words should be veiled, and emotions toyed with. He’s studious about it, retaining details and mannerisms in others that could later be turned against them. His mind is a camera with which captures the world, exerting as much distance as possible; but his heart is too big and hollow, and he cannot help but slip some of these images in there, not to use, but to look at fondly.
It shows with his sibling- Faon is everything to him. He acts far more playful with them, pokes at their cracks, snivels his way over to them. Tests the limits, jumps back, comes again. In a tender bond, he’s an avid listener, a warm presence that leans in more with each story told and game played. He becomes a fleck of light, a big silly boy who enacts a childhood he’s tasted then lost. It’s what he yearns for the deepest. A kind family, a safe home, and soft days spent in the sun.

-

Backstory
TW for parental abuse and neglect.

Antoine was born to André and Anne, at dawn, with high hopes. His father had remarried after the passing of his previous mate, and Antoine never got to know about her. But he did know her child; Faon, his half-sibling.
His beginning was bright, with loving parents who doted on him. Too young yet to catch the unrest in the family den, he basked in the attention of his heroic father and kind mother, and turned a hopeful gaze to his distant sibling. They never seemed happy in his presence, yet Antoine still felt drawn to them.
He was a month old and already tailing Faon as much as they’d allow. Sometimes, when they were missing, he’d look for them, and rarely succeed, but there was one time where he secretly witnessed their Daiseur training. He watched them leap and twirl like a petal in the wind, and tucked this sight in their heart like a treasure. To outsiders, his incessant quest for an absent sibling seemed absurd, but perhaps Antoine could see beneath the ice, a heart neither his parents had.

Things got more complicated when he grew. His father took him under his wing, told him that he’d make him the greatest volíel. Antoine, starry eyed, was eager to learn.
He doesn’t really know when he first got hit by his father. It was early enough that it seemed normal; that he’d be surprised if no other parents did this. He was barely a juvenile when he began training with André. Antoine was studious and clever, but also meek and sensitive, and generally just far too young to be even doing most of what his father asked. So he nipped and slapped, and Antoine folded for him.
It got worse as months flew by, and André’s guise of a perfect father cracked to show a monster. His son was at his mercy, gripping to the shows of love he’d give when the youngster would succeed, even if he’d be lashing again in the next hours. It was never deep enough to scar- no need to make this known- but the blunt hits and harsh words seeped under Antoine’s skin like venom.
This is normal, he’d tell himself. I’ll do better.

But this was not normal.
He read it in Faon’s eyes when they stood at the mouth of the family den, his ears ringing from the harsh blows André was landing on his head. Ashamed to be seen in a position that his father had insisted should never be known, he expected them to leave.
Instead, they leapt forth.
There was a crack, and a silence. Blood- Faon’s blood- splattered on Antoine’s face, and something changed.

Nothing would ever be normal again.

Faon recovered, slowly, and Antoine often came to them. First, heavy with guilt- the hit was for him, and now they’d never dance like he saw them dance as a pup. The rose was split on its own thorn. He expected retribution, but instead he got a quiet, gentle truth: André and Faon seemed the same end of the road he followed, but they were actually opposites. They connected the pieces for him, shedding light on a broken story his father never spoke of, and his mother spun lies over. They told him of Fleur, their mother, and how André hurt her, and hurt them. He curled near them and listened, trying to make sense of it all, to no avail.
His sibling turned away from their father, and when he called to his children, expecting to be forgiven, only Antoine came, with a heavy heart.

His apprenticeship under André had stretched for longer than he had wished for his son- he was not the prodigy he wanted. But good enough, he said, maybe hoping to keep his paws on his last child. He’d let him go join the ranks of the volíel, to prove himself in the face of action. I’ll see you there, he told him.
Antoine had just nodded. He thought of his sibling.
He loves his father, he loves his mother. He loves Faon.

He walks to the frontlines, and wonders if it's the right decision.

Group history

x

-
Trivia;

- x

- Antoine’s design and initial character concept was made by laureltan

-

google doc bio
toyhouse profile