A man of two-toned auburns, creams, and soot stands in a rather interesting fashion, with golden eyes looking out at the world, devoid of all true thought, with a muted curiosity. He has a peculiar way of standing, back a little hunched almost like a cat’s, with his hindquarters brought in just a little to give a somewhat hyena’s appearance to his body. Why he stands like this is beyond him, and to ask him only gets an ‘it’s comfortable.’ When he runs, however, the strange posture corrects itself, and his body becomes streamlined and average in posture. His gait, because of his strange posture often has an almost prancing appearance, with paws placed with surprising silence.
Conlaed is a creature of intellect and witty comments, filled with… no. No, not really. While it is undeniable to those that know him, that the man is indeed intelligent and can be quite the cunning thing, he is certainly not the prior description. In a previous life, he was, but no more. Conlaed has chosen to be an outwardly thoughtless individual, his behavior and mind encompassing the ‘no thought’ behavior style. It’s a conscious choice that has at this point became an engrained portion of his personality – it’s what he wants others to see and think, and what he truly wants to be.
He is, and always has been absent-minded and impulsive, creating an interesting beast of action rather than someone who will sit there and think and think, and overthink a problem. Conlaed, while he does use his head, often acts on pure instinct with many situations that may arise for him, and thus far in his life – and in the previous one – it has worked quite well for him as a behavior pattern.
It is unclear if he's always behaved like this, or if there was something in his life that prompted it. To ask him, Conlaed would say he's been this way since pup hood, but... it's simply not true. The behavior started somewhere in his second year with his birth pack, although... Conlaed will not speak of them and grows antsy when someone asks of his origin. Regardless, Conlaed is very much a man of ’no thought. Not a single thought, while harboring a sharp little brain that he chooses not to use most of the time.
Conlaed will not speak in great detail about his past, but to get to know him in any great, detailed manner makes it obvious that he hides from his past. The closest companions may even come to learn – or even just figure out – that Conlaed was born to a religious cult. One, if they learn that fact, would certainly learn of his repulsion to their ways, and his rejection of most everything but the cleansing powers of both fire and water. They will learn that Conlaed’s last memory of his previous life was stepping into water, anything beyond that, he claims to not remember. Although… who truly knows, with this strange man.