Fallon. ocelot. WIP

[I L Y I C H]

Name: Fallon.
Gender: male.
Age: 2 years 4 months.
Species: Ocelot.
Pride: Esson.
Rank: hunter.

Eye color: pale blue with brown accents.
Body Build: slim almost emaciated.
Fur Length: short.

Mother: Clementine.
Father: Fallon.
Siblings: Valaria.
Friends: N/a
Mate: Harlequin.
Children: N/a

Do they know what a human is?: Yes.
Personality:
-almost silent
-highly intelligent
-logical
-realist
-blunt
-cold
-crass
-dependable
-disrespectful
-grating
-loyal
-selfish
-cynical
-depressed
-desperate


History:
Born to a young mother Fallon was never aware of the creature for whom he was named. Mother acted as if it didn't matter. Daddy never came home, and so the two young ocelot cubs began to forget. Their mother watched with sorrow as her children forgot the man who had left them, unknown to them at the time. It was during these early months that Fallon began to understand the world. He had always had a small depression problem, a thing he'd been born with. It was with this that the young boy struggled for a long time, reverting to self destructive behavior every now and then in response. Sister Valaria was his savior in that manor, whisking him from the deeper of the tar pits. Halting the more cruel behavior. Mother never knew. It was too easy to hide it all form her, and Valaria wanted nothing to do with the woman. Young Fallon saw only the responses to his desperation for attention and was pleased with any sort of contact. He was just as unaware of the source of his genetic depression as his mother was of her son's faltering paw steps.

Valaria was always so angry. So blisteringly furious towards everyone. She could gentle at times, and this is what kept Fallon so close. Desperate for the softness of a loving family. These times where however few and far between, and the sister began to become a bitter thing in her brother's mind. As angry as she was she was still stronger. Faster. Better. And what did he have then? A clever mind? The young man grew cold and despondent towards those around him. It was easy to see, and in the face of it all the man couldn't help but grow cruel. A sister who had once been his savior became his source of hatred. A mother once placed upon a pedastool let her throne crumble and mold. Gone cold inside the spirit of a young man turned to ice and grew old within a growing body. By the time he was fully grown the bitter resentful man had placed himself into a cage and swallowed his only key.

When Folami came, he hid away in silence watching with critical cruelty as the beasts took over their home. A land that Fallon had never truly connected to. With his sister dead and his mother chased off the ocelot stood before the murderers and smiled his cold little grin. It was in truth a first suicide attempt. One that did not work. One of the older males looked to him with amusement and in he was taken within their folds. Or else within their cruelty. It did not last long, this stint as a training doll. A small girl found herself permanently disfigured and Fallon found himself enough time to escape wile her brethren were distracted by the whiff of blood. It was a swift escape and one that the ocelot never truly cared about. It simply added a new level of depression. A new silence.

It was in this manor that Fallon stumbled upon the newly created Esson. And with a crafty smile joined ranks. Just in case. It was always best to have numbers after all, especially when one was as small as himself. And he lied. Lied through his teeth to himself and all those around him. He had joined to give military support. He was crafty he wasn't warm. He never would be. Coming to this place had had nothing to do with that buried desperation for companionship. It didn't.