MONTY TROYA // 22 // WOLF
❝ When we get to the pearly gates, you'll get the green light, i'll get the old door in the face ❞
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BIOGRAPHY
The world of magic, witches, and wolves was never a secret to Mondago. He knew of the animal lurking beneath his skin by the time other children were learning to write their names. Elena, his mother, made sure of that. After the deaths of her husband and pack at the hands of hunters, she hid her broken little family in a small, nondescript town surrounded by woodlands and fields, marrying the local sweet, soft spoken mechanic once she was settled. There, before bed, she crooned stories for him of events she’d witnessed under the full moon, back when she still had a pack to run with. Mondago’s heart always leapt in excitement at the twists and turns of her tales, eyes round and sparkling with wonder as she recounted the past. His mind remained full of howling long after she’d kiss him goodnight, welcoming echoes of hunts and sharp teeth into his dreams.
Not once did Mondago resent the wolf he shared a body with, never worried beyond what he considered reasonable about the instincts coiled inside him like a viper, waiting to spring upon those who, unsuspecting, wandered too close to the pit. He took precautions before the shifts of course, as did Elena, but the picture his mother had so carefully painted of their heritage throughout his life made it so that, when the time came, he felt at peace with his transformations. For years he successfully balanced his humanity and innate wildness while still keeping his and his mother’s secret from neighbors and friends. It had its ups and downs, as most things do, but they were happy. Shortly after his eighteenth birthday, the witch hunts ended life as he knew it.
Before the first full moon of that month, a hunter caught him by surprise walking the wooded outskirts of town alone. Mondago, for all his supernatural advantages, didn’t stand a chance against the heavier, more experienced fighter. The struggle ended with Mondago unconscious and taken away from his family and the place he called home. He awoke to a bitter taste in his tongue, still in a daze, sore, bound, helpless to do all but look up at the faces of his captors and wonder if they meant to be his executioners as well. Once he came to realize what had been done to him, Mondago wished they had.
The eccentric group of hunters didn’t bother to explain the specifics of their experiment, so Mondago never understood exactly how they did it. Only that it burned, that it hurt, and as he writhed on the floor of his prison, he felt his curse stir despite the moon’s absence.. Through the pain clouding his thoughts, a will that wasn’t his own pressed against his mind, grabbing the threads of his identity and twisting who he was into a complicated tangle of knots impossible to unravel. Then, almost passing out from agony greater than any he’d felt on transformations prior, the wolf took over him completely. Mondago became a passenger in his own body, an expectator watching behind the eyes of a beast.
They made a hound and butcher out of him. He tracked witches with them, chasing them out of their hiding places into the open as well as their grave. The burning never stopped. It ate away at his insides, from nose to tail, maddening him further into an animal mindset. One who would do anything to lessen its torment. For four years, Mondago burned and killed and burned and killed and burned and killed and once there was nothing left, his captors would lock him away until he was needed again
Had it not been for an accident, Mondago may have never gotten out. The hunters misjudged the strength of a coven they’d thought to be small and puny. Both sides suffered heavy casualties, but it ended when a mortally wounded witch took down the couple hunters remaining in a final burst of adrenaline fueled anger before Mondago finished her off. Now alone, Mondago slowly, slowly, put himself back together. He remembered his name, his mother, and every single horrible thing he had done. Try as he might, the pieces of his identity didn’t quite fit together the same anymore. Too much wolf still. As much as he longed for the comfort of home, Mondago couldn’t bear the thought of going back before he began to better resemble some of the person he used to be. He needed somewhere to recover from those years lost to bloodspill, somewhere he’d have the time to heal.
Mondago dragged himself to the Blacks manor after some consideration. The pack there accepted him only some questions he wasn’t willing to answer. Now he keeps his head bowed, nodding and smiling and desperately trying to ignore the constant burning inside of him.
______________________________________________PERSONALITY/TRAITS
Mondago retains most of his original personality: pleasant to be around and usually looking for ways to be helpful where he can. Sometimes to the point where others may end up annoyed and think he’s trying too hard to be liked. He quickly forgive and hands out second, third, fourth chances to those he feels deserve it with no strings attached. Mondago never gets angry. He fears it. He’s certain the moment he lets loose and gives an inch to the anger it will take a mile and turn him monstrous again. Instead, he’s willing to put up with anything. Although the closer the month is to a full moon, the harder it is.The burning becomes almost unbearable, making the transformations more painful than ever and the wolf harder to control, so he restrains himself with his weight in chains in the deepest basement he’s able to find.
DETAILS
STATUS: TAKEN [Original Character]
Related bios: n/a
Species/Family info: Born Werewolf
Faceclaim: Alex Wolff
