Illimar did not always behave so royal, and once was an innocent soul trapped in a world of sin and plight. His life story is something he has never wished to share, nor have experienced, yet everyone knows exactly what made Illimar who he is today. He was born during the time his Father's Pack was at peace, with not a foe in sight to bestow hate and crime upon them all. Second born of the second litter between Kyrillos II and Kataklysm, Illimar was easily impressionable from a young age and was constantly picked on by not only his littermates, but other pups around him as well. Older wolves thought him an absolute cutie, but it wasn’t so much that way with his peers. He was extremely lanky and not cut out for the position of Alpha with his immature stature even upon maturity, and the role was left to his older brother as usual. Though, Aragorn’s true side came out and Kyrillos II became too wary to leave his pack to such an arrogant, blunt Wolf, and the position of Alpha was Illimar’s. Constant bullying and being pushed around shaped Illimar into a hard shell to crack, with emotional issues and even social anxiety. He was scared to get close to another, but this all changed when his first mate and true love Nymphadora came into the light. He fell head over heels for her in no time, and it was not long before the two love birds became inseparable. Wherever Nymphadora went, Illimar followed, and due to this he even began to neglect many of his duties. Kyrillos II soon cracked down on the male, telling him that if he did not get serious, he would choose a mate for the young wolf. Too in love to allow Nymphadora to slip from his grasp, the male became induced in his training and duties to the Pack, being conditioned into an excellent Warrior and Protector under strict training from his parents. Illimar soon found himself ignoring Nymphadora, blowing her off to train in hope for their future together, which she did not understand. Upon Illimar’s initiation into the Warrior Ranks, the pack was blindsided and a Rogue killed off three of their members, one being Nymphadora. Illimar was heartbroken and what little of his happy nature soon faded into a dark abyss, leaving what once was loveable Illimar to the dogs. He became unreachable emotionally and became angered if he was forced to spend time with the Pack, locking himself away in his Den upon the Mountain High at all times of the Day. It was rare to see the heir outside of his dark dwelling, but no one would speak to him either way. He was broken, lost, hopeless. It wasn’t the last he saw of Nymphadora, though, and her arrival on the territory one day left him shocked. She wasn’t returning for good. The small time they got to spend together in private developed into a small blip of romance, and a litter of pups resulted from this. The pups grew fast due to their lineage of large breed wolves, and Illimar was able to sneak them into camp one day. No one noticed anything awry about two random pups appearing one day, purely because they had Spirit Bane scent all over them as they’d spent the majority of their days playing with Illimar. The Pack labeled them “Mystery Pups” since they’d never been noticed before, yet smelled and looked like the offspring of Illimar and Nymphadora, and they left it be. For a long time after Nymphadora’s depart, Illimar could not bare to be around his children because of their striking resemblance to Nymphadora, and his loss of his Mate once again brought great despair upon the Alpha. Upon his Father’s death, Illimar only worsened and spent the majority of his time in his cave, plotting the death of Kimba with his arranged mate, Aurora. After stepping up to his duties as Alpha, Illimar buried his emotions deep within.