Camden Thomas Lahey

Son of Isaac Lahey and Elena Gilbert, Camden was born in Chicago during their senior year of college and was named after Isaac's fallen brother and Elena's fallen father. He is presently living in Beacon Hills at the Lahey Property. This is a sideblog and therefore can not follow back. No images used belong to me unless otherwise stated. This is a private blog made only for the We Are Pack AU.

[wolfpupxlahey]

scarfboylahey:

Isaac knew how hard the move had been on Camden; being uprooted from the life that was just getting started in Chicago had been traumatic and Isaac wished he could have avoided that somehow. And yet, there they were, and from the looks of it, his son still didn’t hate him from dragging him half-way across the country. He laughed softly when Camden protested that it was still too early, and he shook his head when Elena basically grabbed the child to stop him from running. He welcomed her lips against his own and relished in the way she was smiling, somewhat a rare sight lately. “I love you too,” he replied, resting his forehead against hers for a moment, then looked down at Camden. “Here’s the deal, dad’s gonna go get dressed, so you can finish without breaking your neck. Good?” 

     While it was usually a project to get the boy to wake up on time for school, or to wake up in a timely fashion at all for that matter, today he had been full of energy from the moment sunlight illuminated his face. Holidays were always different, something magical seeming to encase the day and make it easier to wake up. However it appeared that his mother wasn't appreciating this energy levels. Nearly the instant Camden felt his feet lift off the ground he began squirming, legs continuing to move as if trying to run on thin air. There had to be some sort of magic that could make him be able to break free of his mother and continue to decorate. His father had already seen to much too early! Why hadn't his mother used her hand to cover his eyes instead of picking him up?!

     When he had finally been let go Camden covered his eyes with his pack of streamers. "Ew, no kissing." He stated before his attention was drawn to his father talking to him. "Okay!" And off he went dashing around the room again.

[wearepackau]

“Mommy, what’s an Alpha Pack? Are they like the Power Rangers or the Putty Patrol?”

General

↳ Camden Thomas Lahey was born in Chicago, Illinois to Isaac Lahey and Elena Gilbert. Named after Isaac’s dead brother, Camden, and Elena’s dead father, Thomas, Camden has a playful and curious personality. For a five year old, he is highly observant and intelligent, having already skipped past kindergarten, moving straight to first grade. He has a strong sense of what ‘good’ and ‘bad’ are and seems to have inherited an ability to get himself into trouble because of his curiosity. He sees the world with wonder and awe, amazed by the little things. He loves his parents very much and develops strong attachments to people quickly.

⇛ Camden’s aura is reddish-yellow with streams of violet and royal blue light. ⇚

Present (5 1/2)

↳ Having only moved to Beacon Hills with his parents he has proved to have transitioned well. Partly due to the fact that he sees many in the McCall Pack as family calling them ‘Aunts’ and ‘Uncles’ as he has met them over holidays in the past. He is aware that he is a werewolf and must not tell anyone outside of the family about their secret though he has yet to ever transform as he is too young. He is presently attending Beacon Hills Elementary School and living at Wolfhaven.

⇉The only question is: Will Camden’s parents be able to protect him?⇇

Core Connections:

⇝ Margaret Gilbert (Aunt)

⇝ Melissa McCall (Thinks of as a Grandma)

⇝ Chris Argent (‘Grandpa’)

⇝ Kate Argent (‘Aunt’)

⇝ McCall Pack

↘ Isaac Lahey (Father)

↘ Elena Gilbert (Mother)

↘ Allison Argent (‘Aunt’/Cousin)

[rorysmuses-blog]

(WeArePackVerse) Camden and Elena had risen early that Sunday morning. A feat in of itself given the young child's ability to sleep until afternoon. Of course there would of been a few noises downstairs but both had been sure to be as quite as possible in their morning preparations. Whenever Isaac would come downstairs he'd find Cam hanging paper decorations made with paint and crayons spelling out 'Happy Father's Day' and Elena finishing up breakfast in the kitchen. -wolfpupxlahey

Isaac was awakened by the smell of breakfast travelling up to the bedroom, and when he opened his eyes, he realized Elena wasn’t in bed anymore. He frowned, wondering whether he’d overslept, but when he glanced at the clock, he realized it wasn’t really all that late. He stretched his back and took a trip to the bathroom before making his way downstairs. When he walked into the living room, however, he stopped suddenly. “What—” he started asking, a wide smile slowly spreading on his lips as he saw the paper decorations and his son standing right below them. “Camden, you did this?” he asked, feeling his heart swelling in his chest. 

[wolfpupxlahey]

     Moving hadn’t been easy for the five year old. In fact, he had had a major temper tantrum at the notion of leaving his new friends in Chicago. After all, he had only just completed his first year of elementary school. However, Aunt Allison and his parents were here, so was Uncle Chris and Aunt Lydia. Given this, the transition had been easier. People were always over at the house, he was making new friends at school and Chicago had been mostly forgotten until his world had shattered into a million pieces. Until Aunt Allison’s death, the Camden wasn’t aware that anything was wrong, his parents having hidden their tension from him. It had taken him time, to adjust to the idea that his Aunt wasn’t a fixture in his everyday life, that he would never be able to see her again, however slowly, he began to accept it the best a five year old could. Which was why he was making such a big deal about Father’s Day. He wanted his parents to smile again. “Daddy! It’s too early!” Camden exclaimed as she switched into panic mode, nearly tripping over his own feet as he began to try to finish hanging decorations.

[mariapipoca-blog]