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Description

| Basic |

  Name :: Rhaegar

      Nickname :: Rhae, Rhaa, Prince, Brightness
  Age :: 7 Years
  Year of Birth :: 548. Year of the Eclipse
  Gender :: Male
  Sexuality :: Homosexual
  Fertility :: Low

  Slot Used :: First
  Profession :: Rigel

      Tracker -> Stalker -> Slayer

| Appearance |

  Eye Color :: Violet
  Build :: Stocky
  Height :: 32.7in [83cm]

  Additional Details ::

| Personality |

  Likes ::

    Company
      Singing
      Music
      Perfection
      Usefulness
      Affection
      Authority figures
      Shiny things

  Dislikes ::

    Leadership
      Fish
      Loneliness
      Darkness
      Nightmares
      Smell of herbs (allergy)

  Strengths ::

    Noble
      Forgiving
      Witty
      Charming
      Seductive
      Silver-tongue

  Weaknesses ::

    Obsessive.
      Stalker.
      Unable to say goodbye.
      Afraid of the dark.
      Allergic to the smell of herb brews.
      Easily hurt emotionally.
      Has a difficult time letting go of a broken heart.
      Spoiled
      Sensitive

  Personality ::

Rhaegar is an excellent example of how spoiling a child can leave them ill prepared for the hardships for life. From the moment was born he had been given whatever he wanted by his mother and those in the nursery, and once he left the nursery he was left without challenge from many, as he was the only son of the Rigel. He was expected to be Vega once he was bigger. His best friend Rossi was also by his side for support, which Rhaegar leaned on heavily as they grew older, becoming quite submissive to the much smaller dog, much to the dislike of his father. Rossi also provided his first experience of love outside of his immediately family, and Rhaegar treasured it greatly. He was happy but always sensing the shadow of his father looming over him. The Rigel expected perfection from him, and Rhaegar was constantly pushed into doing things he would rather have no part in, such as executions...

He was not allowed to be flawed, he got whatever he wanted so long as he was perfect. But being perfect was what ultimately shattered him inside. Growing up, he could always find release from the stresses of life with his Rossi, but after an incident and slip of tongue, that crutch was cruelly ripped away from him. Rossi no longer wanted anything to do with him, and would shout and get others to drive him away whenever he tried to apologize.

This was the first time Rhaegar felt loss, and he had no defense or resistance to it even at three years old. It shattered him. Now there is a wound in his heart that refuses to heal, and he tries his very best to hide it like a wounded animal. Outwardly, Rhaegar can appear quite happy and very sensual, falling back on what he knows and what others expect him to be. However, though he will happily form harems of admirers and lovers, he is reluctant to keep any of them for longer then a week or so. Any longer and he risks messing up again, and having another hole torn into his heart.

This hole in his emotions shows itself clearest when Rhaegar thinks he is alone, when there is no one to impress or seduce, when he allows himself to think on what was and what might have been. He can't blame his Rossi for leaving, can't hate him for the pain or anything the other dog does. He just wishes Rossi would come back to him, be his best friend again. He tells himself he could be happy again if only he could get the other to forgive him. He will sit and ponder this, unmoving and silent almost to the point where he becomes depressed with life and the whole of his existence. It does not help that the curse of the Eclipse looms heavy on him, as it does other pups born on the year of the eclipse. He has been plagued with night terrors all his life, and the best he hopes for in the night is to sleep without dreams. Not an easy task unless he exhausts himself thoroughly before sleep.

Rhaegar can never be alone for to long, he does not want to dwell on topics that hurt him further, so he tries everything he is able to in order to be surrounded by dogs who can adore him, dogs that see him as perfect.
Perfect prince, now perfect Rigel.

He needs to be perfect.
| Attributes |

  Experience :: 173 Exp

      Breakdown
    173 Experiance :: Home-RP Carryover

| Inventory |

  Weapons ::

      High Quality Obsidian Spear "Starfall" [Leadership]

    Low Quality Obsidian Knife [Initiation]

  Armor ::

  Accessories ::

      Astari Obsidian Crown [Leadership]

  Companions ::
  Craft Materials ::

| Backstory |

  Sire :: Rigel Narook
  Dam :: Caregiver Wilina
  Siblings :: Agon and Valer [Deceased] Leila

Uncles :: Calder [NPC] Akarr
Aunts :: Meara [NPC]

Cousins :: Nyul , Cain [NPC] Cyrus [NPC] Ezra [NPC]

  Mates :: None
  Love Interest :: Many
  Offspring :: None
Not long after the death of Rigel Kraft, his second born son, a black male with a white mane, took up the mantle as Rigel. This caused a stir in the tribe as the Vega had been his older half-brother; a chimera male named Akarr. There were rumors as to why the Vega had been showing sever signs of weakness lately and several wounds upon his face refused to heal, though nothing could be proven. Black Widow Narook became the new Rigel and he was swift to set about commanding his new position. His brother held position of Vega while he had no sons of his own, but after some time and many wives attempting to give him an heir, he finally managed with his favorite wife, Wilina.

However, all was not well in the Tribe. Jealous at the favoritism displayed toward Wilina, another wife sneaked into the den of a bane acolyte and left with a few herbs. She didn't know what they did specifically but that whole profession was know for its poisons. She slipped the herbs into Wilina's food and waited. The dark red female experienced fits of nausea and vomiting, but it didn't seem to have permanent affects.

Until the pups were born.

The litter was decent size, with three pups, but two of them were horribly ill right out of the womb, one struggling to breathe and the other born with a deformed spine. Wilina keened pitifully at the sight of them, knowing very well what their fate would be. She named them Agon and Valer, not wanting them to pass nameless, and prayed to the spirits that they find peace and an existence without pain in the stars. When the cleric came in to check the brood, Wilina clung to her only healthy pup as the other two were taken away. Part of Wilina was broken by this, but another was grateful that the healers didn't make the mothers watch their pups die.

Rhaegar, as the only survivor of the poisoned pregnancy, was doted on heavily by Wilina and Narook, and by extension the rest of the caregivers and tribe. He was fed all he could possibly eat in his first months and met a fellow pup who quickly became his best friend, the petite male Rossi. As pups, and indeed in the years to follow, the two of them had many adventures, and misadventures that helped to strengthen their bond to each other.

When it was time for his Choosing, Rhaegar left with all the other yearlings to travel to the other tribes across Fortem, learning their ways for a short time before moving on to the next. He liked the idea that he would not have the expectations of leadership pushed onto his young shoulders within these other tribes but his heart longed for the chilly forests, the soft pine needles under his paws, the sight of the glowing rivers that the camp was built upon. So, he returned home only to have to face the perils of initiation, even though he was the heir.

He was never more terrified in his life then he was during that month hiding from dragons. It made little differance whether he was in a group or alone, the constant sight of those flying beasts sent them scattering if they were smart. Some were not and Rhaegar never saw them again when he finally returned to the tribe, successful if somewhat traumatized.

Once he returned, Rhaegar was pushed into trying to be a mercenary by his father. The Rigel believed that pups should do what suits their natural abilities best, and while he could not quite enforce this through the whole Tribe, he could shove his son into becoming a soldier. Unfortunately, being exhausted from his half finished initiation and general nonexistant motivation for the class his father picked for him, Rhaegar nearly failed. Only the risk of his son and heir becoming a drudge swayed Narook to let him become a ranger instead, like Rhaegar wanted. He never received the marks of a tracker, instead being given his Vega paint as was tradition. He still got to enjoy the class responsibilities and job, but he also had to be avaliable on the rare occassions Narook wanted to teach him to lead the tribe.

For a time, Rhaegar was genuinely happy. He had his family, his Tribe, and many love interests among the tribe. Even though his nights were full of terrors, he was convinced this was all he needed in life and he could be happy till the stars rained down from the heavens.

Until it all came crashing down around him one late night. He was woken up by the comotion outside the palace, and as he investigated, he saw his father dead in the waters of the river! The murderer, his own uncle Akarr, fled and the tribe gave chase, though... none of them seemed all to driven to catch him. Exiled as a murderer, all the other male could do was flee, and Rhaegar was left as the new Rigel of Astari...

Character/Background (c) me

Fullbody (c) ThistleHare

Description

| Basic |

  Name :: Rhaegar

      Nickname :: Rhae, Rhaa, Prince, Brightness
  Age :: 7 Years
  Year of Birth :: 548. Year of the Eclipse
  Gender :: Male
  Sexuality :: Homosexual
  Fertility :: Low

  Slot Used :: First
  Profession :: Rigel

      Tracker -> Stalker -> Slayer

| Appearance |

  Eye Color :: Violet
  Build :: Stocky
  Height :: 32.7in [83cm]

  Additional Details ::

| Personality |

  Likes ::

    Company
      Singing
      Music
      Perfection
      Usefulness
      Affection
      Authority figures
      Shiny things

  Dislikes ::

    Leadership
      Fish
      Loneliness
      Darkness
      Nightmares
      Smell of herbs (allergy)

  Strengths ::

    Noble
      Forgiving
      Witty
      Charming
      Seductive
      Silver-tongue

  Weaknesses ::

    Obsessive.
      Stalker.
      Unable to say goodbye.
      Afraid of the dark.
      Allergic to the smell of herb brews.
      Easily hurt emotionally.
      Has a difficult time letting go of a broken heart.
      Spoiled
      Sensitive

  Personality ::

Rhaegar is an excellent example of how spoiling a child can leave them ill prepared for the hardships for life. From the moment was born he had been given whatever he wanted by his mother and those in the nursery, and once he left the nursery he was left without challenge from many, as he was the only son of the Rigel. He was expected to be Vega once he was bigger. His best friend Rossi was also by his side for support, which Rhaegar leaned on heavily as they grew older, becoming quite submissive to the much smaller dog, much to the dislike of his father. Rossi also provided his first experience of love outside of his immediately family, and Rhaegar treasured it greatly. He was happy but always sensing the shadow of his father looming over him. The Rigel expected perfection from him, and Rhaegar was constantly pushed into doing things he would rather have no part in, such as executions...

He was not allowed to be flawed, he got whatever he wanted so long as he was perfect. But being perfect was what ultimately shattered him inside. Growing up, he could always find release from the stresses of life with his Rossi, but after an incident and slip of tongue, that crutch was cruelly ripped away from him. Rossi no longer wanted anything to do with him, and would shout and get others to drive him away whenever he tried to apologize.

This was the first time Rhaegar felt loss, and he had no defense or resistance to it even at three years old. It shattered him. Now there is a wound in his heart that refuses to heal, and he tries his very best to hide it like a wounded animal. Outwardly, Rhaegar can appear quite happy and very sensual, falling back on what he knows and what others expect him to be. However, though he will happily form harems of admirers and lovers, he is reluctant to keep any of them for longer then a week or so. Any longer and he risks messing up again, and having another hole torn into his heart.

This hole in his emotions shows itself clearest when Rhaegar thinks he is alone, when there is no one to impress or seduce, when he allows himself to think on what was and what might have been. He can't blame his Rossi for leaving, can't hate him for the pain or anything the other dog does. He just wishes Rossi would come back to him, be his best friend again. He tells himself he could be happy again if only he could get the other to forgive him. He will sit and ponder this, unmoving and silent almost to the point where he becomes depressed with life and the whole of his existence. It does not help that the curse of the Eclipse looms heavy on him, as it does other pups born on the year of the eclipse. He has been plagued with night terrors all his life, and the best he hopes for in the night is to sleep without dreams. Not an easy task unless he exhausts himself thoroughly before sleep.

Rhaegar can never be alone for to long, he does not want to dwell on topics that hurt him further, so he tries everything he is able to in order to be surrounded by dogs who can adore him, dogs that see him as perfect.
Perfect prince, now perfect Rigel.

He needs to be perfect.
| Attributes |

  Experience :: 173 Exp

      Breakdown
    173 Experiance :: Home-RP Carryover

| Inventory |

  Weapons ::

      High Quality Obsidian Spear "Starfall" [Leadership]

    Low Quality Obsidian Knife [Initiation]

  Armor ::

  Accessories ::

      Astari Obsidian Crown [Leadership]

  Companions ::
  Craft Materials ::

| Backstory |

  Sire :: Rigel Narook
  Dam :: Caregiver Wilina
  Siblings :: Agon and Valer [Deceased] Leila

Uncles :: Calder [NPC] Akarr
Aunts :: Meara [NPC]

Cousins :: Nyul , Cain [NPC] Cyrus [NPC] Ezra [NPC]

  Mates :: None
  Love Interest :: Many
  Offspring :: None
Not long after the death of Rigel Kraft, his second born son, a black male with a white mane, took up the mantle as Rigel. This caused a stir in the tribe as the Vega had been his older half-brother; a chimera male named Akarr. There were rumors as to why the Vega had been showing sever signs of weakness lately and several wounds upon his face refused to heal, though nothing could be proven. Black Widow Narook became the new Rigel and he was swift to set about commanding his new position. His brother held position of Vega while he had no sons of his own, but after some time and many wives attempting to give him an heir, he finally managed with his favorite wife, Wilina.

However, all was not well in the Tribe. Jealous at the favoritism displayed toward Wilina, another wife sneaked into the den of a bane acolyte and left with a few herbs. She didn't know what they did specifically but that whole profession was know for its poisons. She slipped the herbs into Wilina's food and waited. The dark red female experienced fits of nausea and vomiting, but it didn't seem to have permanent affects.

Until the pups were born.

The litter was decent size, with three pups, but two of them were horribly ill right out of the womb, one struggling to breathe and the other born with a deformed spine. Wilina keened pitifully at the sight of them, knowing very well what their fate would be. She named them Agon and Valer, not wanting them to pass nameless, and prayed to the spirits that they find peace and an existence without pain in the stars. When the cleric came in to check the brood, Wilina clung to her only healthy pup as the other two were taken away. Part of Wilina was broken by this, but another was grateful that the healers didn't make the mothers watch their pups die.

Rhaegar, as the only survivor of the poisoned pregnancy, was doted on heavily by Wilina and Narook, and by extension the rest of the caregivers and tribe. He was fed all he could possibly eat in his first months and met a fellow pup who quickly became his best friend, the petite male Rossi. As pups, and indeed in the years to follow, the two of them had many adventures, and misadventures that helped to strengthen their bond to each other.

When it was time for his Choosing, Rhaegar left with all the other yearlings to travel to the other tribes across Fortem, learning their ways for a short time before moving on to the next. He liked the idea that he would not have the expectations of leadership pushed onto his young shoulders within these other tribes but his heart longed for the chilly forests, the soft pine needles under his paws, the sight of the glowing rivers that the camp was built upon. So, he returned home only to have to face the perils of initiation, even though he was the heir.

He was never more terrified in his life then he was during that month hiding from dragons. It made little differance whether he was in a group or alone, the constant sight of those flying beasts sent them scattering if they were smart. Some were not and Rhaegar never saw them again when he finally returned to the tribe, successful if somewhat traumatized.

Once he returned, Rhaegar was pushed into trying to be a mercenary by his father. The Rigel believed that pups should do what suits their natural abilities best, and while he could not quite enforce this through the whole Tribe, he could shove his son into becoming a soldier. Unfortunately, being exhausted from his half finished initiation and general nonexistant motivation for the class his father picked for him, Rhaegar nearly failed. Only the risk of his son and heir becoming a drudge swayed Narook to let him become a ranger instead, like Rhaegar wanted. He never received the marks of a tracker, instead being given his Vega paint as was tradition. He still got to enjoy the class responsibilities and job, but he also had to be avaliable on the rare occassions Narook wanted to teach him to lead the tribe.

For a time, Rhaegar was genuinely happy. He had his family, his Tribe, and many love interests among the tribe. Even though his nights were full of terrors, he was convinced this was all he needed in life and he could be happy till the stars rained down from the heavens.

Until it all came crashing down around him one late night. He was woken up by the comotion outside the palace, and as he investigated, he saw his father dead in the waters of the river! The murderer, his own uncle Akarr, fled and the tribe gave chase, though... none of them seemed all to driven to catch him. Exiled as a murderer, all the other male could do was flee, and Rhaegar was left as the new Rigel of Astari...

Character/Background (c) me

Fullbody (c) ThistleHare