crínán. • physical. • about. • isms. • aesthetics. • connections.
aaron taylor johnson, gay, male + he/him → isn’t that crínán na tuaighe? i hear that they're (prince) mor'du from brave. i hear they’re 35 (unsure how old bc he didn't age while being an evil bear). they seem to be strong & proud, but also greedy & jealous. their aesthetics include starry nights outside, arrows and bolts deeply lodged inside festering flesh, shoulders drooped with the heavy weight of guilt weighing them down.
BASIC INFO
full name — Crínán Na Tuaighe also known as — mor'du, prince age — thirty-five (his soul is much, much older) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) orientation — homosexual fairy tale connection — brave clothing style — furs and leathers
PHYSICAL INFO
face claim — Aaron Taylor Johnson hair — brown / eyes — blue height — five foot & ten inches build — broad af T. scars — one scar over his right eye, scarred tissue across his upper back from arrows, bolts and fire over the centuries he spent as a bear tattoos — n/a piercings — n/a special characteristics — old-fashioned, quiet, doesn't turn his back to people
PERSONALITY
positive traits — strong, determined, proud negative traits — greedy, jealous, egoistical, careless hobbies — other than trying to find redemption, he.. doesn't know
MEDICAL INFO
mental — healthy physical — healthy, though the vision on his left eye is not good phobias — witches eyesight — 6/20 (left eye), 18/20 right eye dominant hand — right hand alcohol use — yes diet — mostly meat, but he doesn't care
SPICY INFO
sexual preference — bottom (probably) kinks — breeding, scents, hair pulling, rough, edging, collars + leashes, restraints anti-kinks — gore/scat, blood play
BACKGROUND
birthplace — in a kingdom in the highlands parents — king duncan (deceased) siblings — 3 brothers (deceased) notable skills — bear shapeshifter
BIO
in the rugged and mist-shrouded highlands, where ancient stones spoke of long-forgotten tales, there lived a king who ruled a great and prosperous kingdom. this king, wise and just, had four sons, each fierce and proud in their ( and his ) own way. as the king grew old and felt the weight of his years, he knew that the time had come to pass on his crown. to keep his lands united and his people strong, he decided to divide the kingdom among his four sons, sharing the power equally.
but his eldest son, crínán, the strongest and most ambitious of them all - a warrior unmatched in strength, and in his heart, the seeds of pride and greed had already taken root. he refused to share his crown. he wanted the kingdom for himself, believing he alone deserved to rule. when his father passed away, crínán defied his brothers, shattering the unity his father had hoped to preserve. the brothers, unwilling to bow to his tyranny, rose against him, and soon the once-peaceful kingdom was torn apart by a brutal war.
the battles raged, and crínán's rage and lust for power grew ever fiercer. desperate to claim victory, he sought out a dark witch deep within the ancient forest of the highlands. she was a mysterious figure, a woman of shadow and power, known for her wicked sorcery. with cold eyes that saw through to his hungry soul, she listened to his demands. crínán wanted strength beyond that of any mortal—strength that would allow him to crush his brothers and take the kingdom by force.
the witch, seeing the darkness within him, agreed to his request, but she warned him that this gift would come with a price. but the kind, blinded by ambition, ignored her words and accepted the deal. she handed him a potion, a brew thick and black as night, and as he drank it, a terrible change came over him.
his body twisted and stretched, his bones grew and snapped, his hands became paws with claws sharp as daggers, and his face turned into a monstrous snout. he roared in agony and fury, but the spell had worked - granting him the strength he desired — he had become a gigantic, ferocious bear, towering over any man, but he had also lost his humanity. consumed by his thirst for power, he had become a beast, cursed to walk the earth in monstrous form, unless he mended the broken bond with his brothers.
with the strength of ten men or more, the bear wreaked havoc across the land, his brothers were no match for his might and one by one - he crushed them, leaving the kingdom broken and bleeding, sinking into darkness. the years turned into centuries, and the legend of Mor'du— the king who had become a black bear— grew into a tale told to frighten children and grown men alike. he became a shadow in the woods, a creature spoken of only in whispers. some said his eyes still held the rage of the man he had once been, burning with the regret of his choice.
generations later, in the kingdom of dunbroch, a new story was unfolding. a headstrong prince named ivor - with fiery red hair and a spirit to match, had set out to change her fate. in his struggle to save his family and his kingdom, ivor encountered the same witch who had once cursed mor'du.
he learned the story of mor'du—the tale of the prince whose pride had destroyed him and everything he owned and loved. but ivor made the same mistake he did and had to pay the price. to fix his mistakes, he's led by wisps to the castle that once belonged to the man only known from legends anymore. he found him, his rage unbroken and his fury endless.
he escaped his mighty claws, but when they met again half a lifetime later -- ivor no longer the young fearless prince he met once upon a time , mor'du would not give up that easily. this time they fought in a stone circle - the one mor'du performed his spell in and exchanged his humanity for power and greed, his soul bound to the stones forever. together with his brothers, they took the great black bear down, squashed under one of the stones - the very stones that held onto his humanity for centuries. a change in the air shook the earth and a bright glow eradicated off the fallen giant, but when it subsided they would no longer find a bear slain underneath. instead, they found a man - drenched in bright blue light - just like the wisps.
he ..was alive.
his heart drowned in sorrow and regret, his eyes glazed over and empty, though at the same time… gratitude.
the curse was lifted ...it seemed and after centuries of hopeless wandering, the prince was human once more, even if lost in a time and world that was not his own. or so they thought. the bond with his brothers could never be mended, so regardless of his very soul being back where it belonged, every full moon, mor'du would return and wreak havoc upon everybody in his path.
maybe one day he could earn their forgiveness, in life… or in death.
