chan, chris, the ghost.

3rd of october (26).

omega.

wolf.

pack leader.

apricot, pink pepper.

— appearance

5'6 / 171 cm.

143 lbs / 65 kg.

dark brown.

one blue-grey, one brown.

curly.

scarred bite mark on left neck/shoulder, scattered scars from other bites and claw marks.

— temperament

blah blah something will go here eventually.

star gazing, long evening walks, hiking, camping, working with his hands, bbq meat, sweet jerky, sweets in general, tummy rubs and head scratchies, loose and comfortable clothes, black, caramel, sunny days, spring and autumn, friendly competition.

small enclosed spaces, nightmares, drugs and alcohol, letting anyone down, coffee and other bitter things because he's a man-child, spicy food, knit-wear and scratchy clothing materials.

stealth, charisma, cleanliness.

hiking, astronomy.

has a volatile temper when close to the full moon, withdraws into himself, doesn't easily trust others or himself, insomniac.

losing his autonomy, confinement, small enclosed spaces.

— aesthetic.01

— background

 

 

Trigger warnings: murder, violence, maiming, ing, grooming, alluded abuse.

chan's family never had much, living in a shabby cottage in the wilderness, but he wouldn't have traded it for the world. especially after it was all taken from him. Chan was seven when a group of rogue hybrids ransacked his home, killing his parents and his older brother. yet chan was young and believed to be malleable, so he became just another spoil for them to take.

it was also a boon that he hadn't presented yet either. the pack lacked omegas to ensure their continued propagation and survival. chan would never know what he would have become had he been allowed to live his life without incident. an omega is simply what he was groomed into. through all the punishments and abuse, he learned to feign obedience. he played the meek, docile thing for seven years - almost losing himself entirely - until the opportunity to strike arose.

once his chains were off, chan murdered his captors and escaped into the night. yet the rogues were hot on his trail and likely would have caught him if it wasn't for the intervention of the original founders of the Hayang pack. he was fourteen when he was taken in by the couple who currently led the group and given the chance of a normal life, though it took quite some time for him to embrace it.

— aesthetic.02

— connections

 

christian yu.

big brother.

it has been nearly twenty years since you last saw your brother. you have long since mourned him and moved on, only to unexpectedly find yourself in a pack run by his ghostly visage. It's just as hard for Chan, being faced with his long dead past, but he's torn between trying to rekindle the bond and pushing you away.

 

second best.

second in command.

Somewhere in the last ten years since Chan joined, you found your own way to the pack. It is your home and you would protect it with your life. Though you and Chan may not have always necessarily gotten along or agreed, he acknowledged your dedication and asked you to stand alongside him when he took over as leader. You have his trust and his ear, so much so that there have been times people wonder if you should lead instead. Yet you don't let that go to your head... do you?

 

assuaging doubts.

doubting pack member.

Chan has led the pack for the last five years, but his leadership has always been a bit tenuous because of the constant influx of new members. While the ones who have been there for a while have come to respect him, others question his mettle and have been known to challenge him. He isn't afraid to put those who threaten the stability of his little pack in their place, though.

 

claustrophobia.

hurt / comfort.

While out on patrol, an unexpected avalanche leaves you and Chan stranded in a cave and there is no telling how long it will take to dig out or for rescue to come. Neither of you are severely injured, but your infallible leader is visibly shaken and not his normally composed self. Being confined in the cramped cave has unearthed some buried memories and you find yourself having to be someone he can lean on for a change to get through it.

 

grim dark terrors.

enemies, revenge.

Sometimes the past follows no matter how far you run. You never thought your parents to be bad people. They shielded you well from their misdeeds. So their murder at the hands of a mere child, not much older than you, turned your world on its head. Now, you have to look upon their killer every day, your soul roiling with questions of why and an unsated thirst for retribution. You've blamed him for your struggles all these years and it's just plain cruel irony that you still can't find peace in this sanctuary so long as he is here.

— NSFW

leans towards submissive/service top & switchy bottom. he is a good pup.

praise, play, vanilla , pet names, , toys, rough , rimming, barebacking, breeding, spanking / impact, edging, denial, forced , scratching, crying, frottage, ing, free use, lingerie, collaring, exhibitionism, voyeurism, biting, warming, marking, nonpenetrative , morning , double penetration, dom/sub dynamics, verbal feminization. receiving only: pain play, degradation, humiliation, dumbification, choking/gagging.

brats, gun play, hardcore (like with breeding benches and such), full cross dressing, hardcore pet play (ex. dog bowls, paw mittens), , watersports, food play, somnophilia.

— tracker

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