Hallucinogen

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[attr="class","smallinfoboxyakidark"]Stoic and matter-of-factly, Hallucinogen strives to impress his superiors. He carries himself with respect and tries to deliver fair and equal treatment to everyone he meets.

At first glance, he may seem intimidating and even unapproachable, but once introductions are out of the way, many will find that Hallucinogen is a gentleman at heart. He is rather patient and is capable of extreme tolerance towards a variety of annoyances, making him a very level-headed individual that is not easily discouraged by daunting social situations.

Intelligent and cunning, Hallucinogen is a master of sly arts, retaining a silver tongue that can beguile almost anyone. Despite his honorable stature, Hallucinogen is not afraid to use any assets at his disposal to reach a certain goal- even if it means playing dirty.

It would be wise to remember that despite how easy it is to mistake his kindness for weakness, Hallucinogen is anything but. He can be unpredictable in hostile situations, and with his tenacity and training, proves a formidable foe for anyone who strikes the wrong nerve.

[attr="class","smallinfoboxyakidark"]Hallucinogen was born into a tribe that contained a diversity of Canidae, all working together to survive. They were intelligent and advanced far beyond their primitive brethren outside of their encampment- they knew how to create fermented ichor, craft accessories from leather, and even use tinder to create torches. All of this knowledge was passed down to Hallucinogen, and he remembers it, even to this day.

Born to a mated pair of Gray Wolves, Hallucinogen, along with brother from the same litter, grew quickly on their mother's milk and soon the boys were ready to explore the outside world. Originally named Maverick at birth, Hallucinogen earned his tribe name by scaring his prey before killing them, allowing adrenaline and fear to give off the illusion that they were seeing things that weren't really there.

Hallucinogen began his training when he was just a few months old, and would continue to do so up until he turned two, which was considered adulthood within the tribe. It was also one of the training sessions that took place within this time period that rendered him borderline infertile, after a misguided blow to his underbelly inflicted serious damage to his nethers.

A celebration commenced after Hallucinogen's second birthday, and he drank ichor and partied with his fellow comrades until they all passed out from exhaustion. At dawn, he fell into his new routine, which mostly involved sparring the younger males and guarding the gate. Raised to accept this lifestyle, the male never found himself complaining often.

At age three, Hallucinogen was promoted two ranks ahead and presented a young female to take as his mate. While he accepted the new titles, he refused the chance for a mate, as he was more focused on his work than his love life. In addition, he knew he would be expected to be fruitful and multiply, which was not exactly an option.

At age four, Hallucinogen was fully grown and had secured his place as a superior ranking general within the tribe. He was now fully grown, and had earned his fair share of scars. He bore the brands of the tribe, along with faded war paint that had been awarded to him for his accomplishments. He was a bachelor, with no mate or offspring to carry on his bloodline. He had nothing but his duties to care for, and life was simple.

Of course, one must realize that the tribe was not exactly high on the morality scale. The females were born and expected to bear pups for the "greater good", and males were expected to train until they were up to standards, even if it meant they dropped dead in the process. Hallucinogen knew these things were not right, but his philosophy at the time wasn't stable, and he accepted it as a way of life. In his eyes, it did not more harm than it did good, and they were safe- and if he ever thought differently, he kept it to himself.

At age five, the serenity of the tribe finally broke, as all good things must come to an end. Huts were on fire, wolves, foxes, and hyenas alike screamed in fear as rebels stormed the camps. Hallucinogen was placed on the front lines, and he was forced to watch his own brother destroy everything the tribe had accomplished. The two fought under the moon on a windy night in late fall, their vision lit only by the raging fires. Hallucinogen gripped his smaller brother into a secure embrace, watching the life drain from his eyes, before dragging him to the woods and giving him a proper burial.

After the fall of the tribe, Hallucinogen left. There was nothing left to keep him there, as his parents were long since dead, and the stain of his brother's death, however necessary it was, was too big of a burden to bear. He thrived on his own for about a year, eating hearty meals of deer and mountain goat. On his sixth birthday, he abandoned his solitary lifestyle and traversed away from the valley, starting a new life elsewhere.