Bluemist Vale: Conan Meaney

For A Harvest Moon group!!
Thanks for accepting me! It's been awhile since I've RP'd, please go easy with me~

Full Name; Conan Meaney
Age; 19 (assumed age anyway)
D.O.B; Fall 11
Gender; Male
Height; 5ft 8in/172.72 cm (runt)
Weight; 155lb/52.1631 kg


Occupation; Forager (secondary: Shipper/Delivery)
Aspirations; Saving his and the wild animals’ homes from being demolished! Having human friends he could talk comfortably with…
Finding a mate of his own. He's bisexual, ladies and gents.
Hobbies; People watching from afar (creeping), cooking using wild ingredients, roaming the forest/mountains.

Loves; “This is my favorite... Thank you.”
-Hot Milk

Likes; “For me? Thank you..!”
-Rice Ball, Kitsune Udon, Egg
-Milk, Apple, Chocolate Banana
-Fireflies, Grasshoppers

Dislikes; “I don’t like this at all…”
-Pickled Items (Cucumber, Onion, Carrot, Radish)
-Beer, Tofu Burger, Cabbage Rolls
-Cows (easily daunted by them)

Hates; “Get that away from me!”
-Mixed Pickles


Personality;
Cautious/Skittish- Withdraws from mingling and would rather stay back and watch, shy towards strangers or people he’s not familiar with, but he’s trying to fix that.

Beastly- Sniffs everything unconsciously, growls and snarls when provoke, sometimes forgets he can use words and uses grunting noises instead. Uses canine body language heavily.

Naïve/Kindhearted- Inexperienced in general! Even with his apprehensiveness, Conan can't turn a blind eye to a person in need, it’s what his folks taught him to do.

Prude- Doesn’t appreciate meaningless or half-hearted gestures, especially when it comes to finding a ‘mate’.


Bio; The mountains of Bluemist Vale is the home of Conan as far as he can recall. He can’t remember the face of his real parents, but he remembers fondly of the pack of wolves that took him as if he was a pup of their own. He doesn’t know how long he was raised by wolves until an elderly couple took him into their cottage in the mountains and gave him a name. They were kind, patient, and forgiving until the wolf-boy could learn to trust them and smile at them as he called them his Pa and Ma.

Eventually Conan had a decent vocabulary and managed to walk on two limbs instead of four; he sometimes accompanied his human family to the town of Bluemist Vale and was pushed to interact with other humans. He learned his family trade, selling foraged items and made business relationships, but still averted away from casual relationships with others.

Ma passed away peacefully from old age when the village had started to fall, but Pa stayed strong for the both of them and put himself forward into helping the town rebuild itself with the assistance of his son. Ultimately, time too caught up with Pa and he joined his wife, leaving Conan to continue his Pa’s work and help save the only home he’s known.

Extra; Most of the wolves have grown distant of Conan now he’s fully grown into a man, but one particular wolf is still close to his human brother and bears a matching red bandanna proudly.