DotW | Tommen of Riverfell

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<1 year | Omega | Riverfell

-” | - lbs | Male

❝ I keep remembering- I keep remembering. My heart has no pity on me. ❞

- Henri Barbusse, from The Inferno (1918)

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[5/22/25 - app finally updated to YA art T-T, technically he was a YA last month i think jdfhhs]

﹤ HELPFUL RP-RELATED INFO﹥

✒ First Impressions

• A seemingly unremarkable youth. He’s quiet in the face of strangers but carries an almost thoughtful, gentle air about him in the company of those he’s acquainted with.

✒ Notable Physical Features

• Sports a burning auburn coat that glistens with an almost golden sheen in the sunlight. A sizable curl lays just at the middle of his forehead. Bright red fur across his face gives the appearance of a sunburn.

✒ Posture & Gait

• Rigid in stance and a little lumbering in stride. Doesn’t have particularly straight posture in spite of its rigidity.

✒ Habits & Pastimes

• Spends a great deal of his time following his new guardian around. When he’s alone, he likes to draw in dirt or make little structures from rocks, sticks, and the like.

  
  

﹤ MINI BIO﹥

‣ Name: Tommen

‣ Age: young adult

‣ Gender: male

‣ Height: 34"

‣ Weight: 105 lbs

‣ Build: Burly & dense

‣ Voice: Heath Ledger as Patrick Verona

‣ Theme: TBA

‣ Territory: Riverfell

‣ Rank: Omega

‣ Family: Ma, Pa, Antigone (sister/???/PC), Minerva (sister/???/PC), Vernon (brother/???/PC)

‣ Guardian: Orsu

‣ PERSONALITY: 

{AS A JUVIE…}

On the Surface: Calm, kind, well-mannered, and patient– he’s the perfect child. He treats others well, and though he is a quiet boy, his apparent good-nature makes him a fairly well-liked companion.

Beneath the Surface: Once he had everything, and in an instant, it was all taken away. Nothing good ever lasts, and nothing good will ever belong to him: it is a philosophy he has taken to heart and held tightly to. He represses who he once was in hopes that maybe it will make him deserving of the new home he finds himself in…

[well-mannered]

However brief their time with him, his parents taught Tommen well. He treats his elders, and youngers, with respect and kindness. His elders and superiors are always addressed with their proper titles and honorifics, even if he and the other wolf are more familiar. Profanities are well outside of his vocabulary and he won’t let a swear word pass him by without his verbal condemnation. 

[loving]

There is not a mean bone in Tommen’s body, and even the most undeserving receive only his gentle, thoughtful nature. It’s a quality he’s possessed his whole life, only to further flourish into his juvie-hood. Perhaps it’s his way of making up for all of the love he can no longer give his parents and siblings. 

He has an endless capacity for love for all but himself. When someone has earned his affection and trust, he gives all of himself to them— even at his own expense.

[insecure & uncertain]

Tommen does not believe he’s deserving of much else besides the misery that had befallen him. He took too much of his early life for granted, and now some higher power has sought to punish him. With his family gone, he feels he doesn’t have the right to happiness in their absence. Without his parents’ words of wisdom or the once constant support of his siblings, Tommen is fragile and lost. He no longer knows who he is but a shell of whoever he might have been. His whole identity— that of a son, a brother, a protector— all of it washed away with the rains that changed his life forever.

[patient]

Tommen, unlike most others his age, manages great restraint even in the face of situations that might test even the most saintly. Part of it is due to his insecurity and overall hesitance, while the other is thanks to his laissez-faire attitude. 

[pessimistic & troubled]

The loss he suffered at such a young age has destroyed the optimistic outlook he once held. The world is cruel, and no sooner will it gift you with good fortune before it just as quickly takes it away. That’s just the way the world works. The loss he’s suffered governs his life, as much as he attempts to stow it away. Attempts by anyone to understand what he’s been through only cause him to shut down and deflect.

[repressed / false]

The boy has cultivated a facade of joy and contentment. He maintains a happy air in the presence of others that masks the pain he feels inside. It is best to pretend, for pretending to be happy may be the closest he’ll ever come to feeling its warmth ever again. In his pretending, the line between what is truth or fiction is blurred, oftentimes deluding even himself of what he is truly feeling. This causes him to struggle with closeness, finding it difficult to form deeper connections with others for fear that they will leave him: willingly, or not. 

[selfless / self-sacrificial] – developing

[...]

‣ Pre-Group History:  

Tommen’s life was perfect.

The six of them lived out in the wilds, and while the life of a loner is a difficult one, they were happy. Tommen had all a pup could ever want. A warm nest, loving parents, and a gaggle of lively siblings to keep him company. Bright summer days were spent in the company of his siblings as their parents went off hunting to provide for their family. They spun fantastical tales, caught bugs, played as hunters– all the sorts of things pups could come up with to occupy themselves. At night, after a day filled with play and lessons and trips beyond the den, their whole family nestled together in their den and slept soundly ‘til morning. Even on days where the siblings went to sleep with growling bellies, it hardly mattered to little Tommen. He was happy.

—

Summer storms weren’t uncommon. 

So when rain began to fall as Tommen and his siblings began a game of Hide-and-Seek one summer afternoon, they hardly batted an eye. They stuck close to the den for a while. Ma and Pa had told them to, after all. But as finding new places to conceal themselves grew harder and harder, the pups drifted further and further away.

The soft drizzle from earlier turned to a heavy downpour, but even then the pups continued their game. Minerva was seeker and Tommen knew the perfect spot. He split from Vernon and Antigone, and in the growing fog, Tommen managed to circle back to their den and hide in his favorite corner. It was dry, save for his watery pawprints on the ground. Minerva– No– Nobody would never look here.

And nobody did.

He doesn’t know how long he waited there. In the shadowy corner, he waited. And waited. And waited. His fur had nearly dried completely when Tommen finally left his hiding spot in search of his siblings. The game no longer mattered. With each passing minute, mild worry turned to a fear that chilled him down to his bones. He called out for his siblings until he was hoarse, but the sound of the rain muffled his calls. He wandered through the storm that refused to let up, for so long and so far that he could no longer find his way back. 

He was lost, cold, and alone.  

–

A chill had taken over his body, and combined with exhaustion and hunger that made his head dizzy, the boy could travel no further. 

Miles from home, he collapses. When he wakes, he is somewhere entirely unfamiliar, in a den filled with the sickly sweet scent of herbs, with someone watching over him.

‣ Group History: [HERE]

‣ Other: [go to full application for much more in-depth info!]

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