Ryerson, Niall

Full Name: Niall Ryerson
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Birth Date: 18th September
Occupation/Grade: High school Freshman
Marital Status: Claimed by Irial DeRosier
Dreams: To find some way of being able to stop the lycanthropy gene from transfering when a werewolf accidentally attacks a human.
Life Goals: To become a Doctor.
Origin: Nice, France
Race: Lycan
Language: French, Italian, Japanese, a little bit of English

Appearance

Hair: Platinum Blonde that usually hangs to his shoulders, though sometimes it will be longer if it hasn't been cut in a while, in which he will tie it back in a pony tail.
Eyes: A deep icy blue
Height: 5’7”
Build: Thin with light muscle tone. But don’t let his leanness fool you, he’s stronger than he looks.
Physical Faults: He has three scars that run parallel down the length of his right leg.
Personal Scent: Evergreens
Sexulaity: Homosexual



Hobbies: Reading, keeping watch over Irial, scrap booking old family photos
Likes: Sweets and Spicy foods, Anything Italian
Loves: Irial, Reading, thinking in calm, quiet places
(Strongly) Dislikes: Cheesy music, The DeRosiers
Loathes: Hateful people, bullies.
Fears: Losing control to his wolf side, Having Irial torn away from him by his Family.
Strengths: He is able to take control of a situation and make the best of a bad one.
Turn ons: Taller guys, shorter girls, green eyes
Turn offs: True vanity, cruel, mean hearted people.




Character Personality

Niall has always been the quiet guy, the one to observe the world and learn from it whilst keeping a distance. He likes to keep his life under control, making sure everything gets done when it’s supposed to and would rather do things sooner than put it off for later. Niall has always had a very mature attitude and this helps him priorities and realize what’s important in his life, never taking for granted what he's got.

The only thing that really bothers him is being an infected werewolf. he has more or less accpeted it but often gets quite irritated when Irial seems to be able to shrug it off so lightly. He is however, extremely loyal and protective of those he cares about, and will do almost (if not) anything he can for them. Overall, Niall's quite a nice guy once you get past the shell and get to know him.





Character Background


Niall was born in a small hospital in Nice, France. Growing up, his family wasn’t particularly rich, but they were happy. Niall was a shy child, and often felt more comfortable being off on his own. He interacted well with his peers when it was called upon, but he didn’t have anyone whom he could call an actual friend. It wasn’t until Niall was seven that he would make a true friend. A boy by the name of Gabriel had come to his school, and saw that Niall was always alone, and was bound and determined to become friends. As many times as Niall tried to reassure Gab that he was happy, Gabriel didn’t buy it and kept hanging around Niall until he relented. The years passed and they two grew to be really close, and because of Gabriel’s friendship, Niall also began to open up to more of his peers, even though he still preferred a book and a quiet space over going out with friends.

”I’m moving….”

His life changed suddenly during his ninth year. Gabriel was being forced to move away from the quiet French country side to Australia because of his father’s work. And with his own parents becoming buried in work, if Gabriel left than there would be no one who Niall could really count on to be there if Gabriel left. And since Gabriel refused to leave, the two came to a decision to run away. They packed what they needed and headed out towards the east, thinking to head towards the France-Italy border in search of a better life together. They managed to get a few miles from their house before what they thought as a wolf at the time suddenly attacked them. The copper brown wolf had attacked Gabriel first, and Niall could do nothing more than watch in shock. But after a few seconds he was able to force his feet to move in an attempt to run away. But that attempt was quickly thwarted when the wolf clawed into his right leg, completely rendering the limb useless. It was then that he blacked out from the pain and blood loss.

”...you.....ok?”

He came around to searing pain in his right leg, and noticed that he was now lying on the dirt ground in a small otherwise empty shack. One of the first things he saw was a boy slightly bigger and older than him and very naked. The red head was able to speak basic french and whatever he couldn’t say in french he mimed with his hands. Nial had come to learn the name of his so called savoir as Irial. After waking up, he found that he was too weak to move, and couldn’t keep but the barest amounts of water down for longer than fifteen seconds. And the fever that had come upon him had him shivering despite the warm summer days. Irial stayed with him, though Niall was too sick to wonder why he boy was naked. When he had tried to ask why Irial hadn’t gotten help, Irial hadn’t responded, and at the time, Niall had thought that it was because the boy hadn’t understood him. He had heard Irial talking in Italian now and again.




He soon found out that the only food he could keep down was the random meat that Irial would bring back. In fact he found once he had his first taste, he craved it, often attacking the small strips that Irial would give him with the same ferocity as if he hadnt eaten in weeks. At the time, because of the fever, he didn’t quite understand what it was, and ate it willingly whenever Irial fed it to him. The fever had gripped him until the nightfall of the fifth day. On the first night of the full moon, something happened that Niall never thought could happen. The pain in his leg was nothing to the pain that he had felt during his first transformation. Terrified and confused, he watched the other as Irial transformed as well, becoming what he himself had become. And it was then that he recognized the wolf that had attacked him and killed Gabriel. In the form where logical thought ceases, where instincts ruled all actions and thoughts, Niall had tried to run, but Irial asserted his dominance, being physically bigger and stronger than Niall, giving Niall no other choice than to stay and follow Irial, doing whatever Irial told him. The spell only lasted for the night, at sunrise the next morning; he changed back into the form which he was most familiar with. But the instinctual urge to follow Irial was still there, giving him no choice than to do so.

After he had transformed, his sickness was miraculously healed, as was his leg with no side effects what so ever. The only proof the wound was the very visible scar that ran down the length of his entire right leg. The main problem they encountered was now instead of Irial being completely naked, they were both now without clothing, Niall’s previous clothes now in shreds on the dirt ground. Niall soon learned that the boy was not from France, as obvious by his rather poor French, but from Italy. His hunger remained, and it was after the entire ordeal that he realized the meat he had been eating the entire time had been raw.

Niall had tried to explain to Irial that he had to return home, to reassure his probably panicked parents that he was still alive, but Irial stopped him, explaining that Niall would not be able to control himself and would probably end up killing his family. Not wanting to risk it, Niall conceded and followed wherever Irial went. They headed east than south, going deep into Italy while skirting along the western coastline; spending most of the trip in their wolf forms to cut down the travel time. The trip took three nights, and on the dawn of the forth day, they had reverted back to their human forms, stealing clothes from a random clothes line to cover themselves before Irial brought him to what Niall assumed was Irial’s house.

“You know the rules. We must kill the Impurity. Only the purebred may be blessed.”

“Fuck you, old bitch. He’s mine."

The state of the house upon their arrival was chaotic to say the least. The family elders were infuriated with Irial for not only disappearing for over a week with no word, but for also bringing back what they loved to call Niall, an “impurity”. As much as he disliked Irial for doing this to him, for giving this curse to him, he was grateful to the man for staying by him and keeping his family for killing him. Niall had learned later on that Irial had made a deal with his family: Irial would take up the reigns and become the head like they wished him to be in exchange that Niall would not be touched. The family had no other choice but to agree.

He had felt so lost….being torn away from everything he knew, in a place where no one spoke a language that he could understand save for the person who had brought him here. He had resented Irial for a long time, being forced to stay in a house where the people wanted him dead, and the only person who was stopping them was the one who had brought him here in the first place. But Niall accepted his fate, knowing that there really wasn’t much he could do about it.

”You are mine, Niall. Nothing that you or anyone else says or does will ever change that.”

For the next two years, Niall spent his days learning the local language, and learning about what it meant to be a werewolf and how he could handle himself in his transformed state. It only took him a few short months to learn Italian, being submersed in the language helped his learning greatly, and Irial was always eager to help. A little too eager at times, but Niall really couldn’t complain. As much as he wanted to keep hating Irial for killing Gabriel and turning Niall into what he was today, he quickly learned that the human side of him had no control over what the wolf did during the times of transformation. And slowly, he began to understand that what Irial had done was indeed a complete accident that Irial could not have prevented. That it was he and Gabriel who had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. His new understanding of Irial diminished slightly when the older boy began to become a nuisance. At first it had been hugs, and kisses on the cheeks and stolen kisses on the lips whenever he could before Niall pushed him off. Usually, Niall simply ignored him. But as Irial’s advances became more frequent and more demanding, Niall’s rejections strengthened as well. It wasn’t until just before his eleventh birthday that Niall began to slowly return Irial’s advances.



Despite everything, Irial was still the only one, even after all this time that would actually interact with Niall, treating him as a person instead of a bug that needed to be killed. Just like with Gabriel, Niall found that the affection was becoming harder to resist until he finally just stopped resisting. As the second year away from his family passed, he found that he actually began to fall for the older man. And it made perfect sense that when Irial was sent to Alculard Paradise academy that Niall would tag along. Niall was secretly grateful to be away from the family who hated so much, and which he in turn hated as well. The only other person who he could tolerate and more or less liked besides Irial was Nicholas, Irial’s cousin.

For the past four years, Niall has resided at Alculard paradise academy, studying and training with Irial as well as all the other night time students. Never giving up on his dream to someday find a way to prevent the Lycanthropy gene from being transferred, he is now beginning to study to become a doctor.

Other:

‘Wolf thoughts’
“Niall Speaking”
“Wolf Speaking”