Oberon

[OBERON]

OBERON
Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked
There ain't nothin' in this world for free

Nickname;; None
Age;; 4 years
Gender;; Male
Species;; Aduro Elemental
Appearance;; 

He has a large resemblance to a maned wolf: his legs are long and account for all of his height; his body is small and thin, only looking as large as it does because of his large amount of fur; his ears are long and his snout is thin. Even his coloration is similar. His body itself is orange, but from a distance the dark burgundy of his mane, socks, and snout look black and the light yellow of his tail looks like an almost white.
His flamboyant coloration doesn't help him much, especially given that he's not liked in many places. Wolves don't really notice red as an unusual color and usually look on; it's hunting he has a problem with. Animals look for the bright colors of the native wolves and, even if he does manage to sneak successfully, his thin body type usually makes any large kills impossible or highly unlikely. He has scars from several failed attempts, but none of them are serious enough for specific mention.

Personality;;
The first thing one may notice about him is that he's a little... shady. Despite not being able to give a clear, straight answer, he's charming while he does so and usually avoids too much suspicion. His lifestyle accounts for both of these; he unintentionally looks like he's up to something all the time and has found that being as charming as possible is a good way to get out of those situations. Of course, in the past it has led to other situations with female wolves, but he doesn't exactly complain about that.
First impressions behind, Oberon is fond of knowing everything. Every little lick of gossip around the land, every scandal and feud. Everything. He has a semi-large connection of loners who keep him updated whenever he happens to run into them and is possibly one of the best informed wolves around; getting information from him will cost you, but he also has some of the best. He doesn't just sell rumors and gossip. From his travels, he's been almost everywhere at least once, and if a pack pays enough he'll tell the exact location of a rival's dens and where in the territory to stay away from. He usually gives discounts if a pack wants to raid somewhere he might have unwanted children in.
Speaking of children. He isn't a kid person. The thought of father scares him, just because he never had a father. He doesn't know what it's like to be a father and refuses to actually find out. As a general rule, he tends to avoid things he doesn't understand, one of which is romantic feelings. Oberon won't touch those with a ten foot pole.
He enjoys his own cleverness and word games. He plays them often and usually in business deals. The benefit is all his if he can manage it. His games are mostly for him, though, because it amuses him. In a not all together unrelated matter, he tends to respect people more if they can figure out his word games or can play them just as well as he. The few females he had been somewhat fond of had seen through his tricks. The rest of the females had more or less been a product of his acting abilities; when he feels like it, he can put up quite the act.
If there's one thing he can't stand, however, it's pack systems. He despises how they're so limiting to everyone but a select few. In his few stays and interactions with pack, outside of business deals, he becomes annoyed almost instantly, especially when everyone begins looking at him like he should submit to their glorious alpha. His ego and arrogance may be responsible for this, but the one thing he refuses to do is to show respect for anyone with a high position in a pack unless they show they're worthy of that respect.


History;;
Oberon has had quite the colorful past. He was the product of an illegitimate relationship between a pack wolf and a lone female. When news of her pups reached him, he severed contact, and left her on her own. It was fine with her, at the time, though she didn't know what was coming. The pack was organizing a raid: collect the pups and kill her if possible. She escaped at the last moment, in the confusion of the raid, with one pup held in her jaws. That was Oberon's first few days.
His next few weren't overly exciting. His mother, forever saddened by the loss of her other pups, raised him the best she could. She stressed that he should know how to make logical decision and to make spit second decisions, whether he may or may not later regret them. He realized very quickly that she was speaking of personal experience.
When he turned two he went from his mother's son to his mother's equal, and eventually to his mother's leader. This concerned him greatly, especially since no part of him was fit to lead anyone, and he slipped away in the night. Oberon is sure his mother heard him leave. He went on his own, wandering, experiencing the world and learning more than he could ever have with his mother. He did fairly well by himself and by his third year he'd met several packs, and following in the path of his father, probably had several illegitimate children. Whatever he did, he kept moving, and made sure to not show his face in places where he wasn't welcome.
In the past few months he's begun to slow down and to do something he was always good at, but never did: sell information. He made an ideal scout and spy, even with his distinctive pelt. He does it as more of a hobby for those who can actually find him in his now almost nonstop wanderings.

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I know I can't slow down, I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
Oh no, there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good
-Caged the Elephant

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