[Kenai Penninsula x Arctic x Mexican] Typhon Jun 26, 2015 7:54:51 GMT -5
Post by Typhon on Jun 26, 2015 7:54:51 GMT -5
Name: Sam or Sammy
Years RPing: 14 years or so
Other: You guys are amazing!
How You Found Us: Zen
Species: Kenai Penninsula Dominant Hybrid
Height: 48 inches
Length: 86 inches
Weight: 237 pounds
Coat Color: Base color is a deep brown, with tan legs, underbelly, chest, chin, and black accents--very tips of ears, toes, speckling throughout back
Eye Color: Green
Health Issues: TBD
Other Information: Increased size and insanity inherited from Goliath
Mental Stability: Insane
History: Typhon was born with his five siblings as the son of the great Goliath, a monster of a wolf and descendant of Fenrir himself. Each pup inherited a little bit from their parents--mostly size, in addition to the insanity that makes Goliath who he is. An interesting litter spawned from the huge male and his delicate lover, six pups who would hold the future of the Kairos pack in their crazy paws. Typhon, being one of the largest and most determined, had a promising life ahead of him; the problem was that he would spend it always trying to work harder to be better, to impress both his father and his God. He had very few advantages beyond his size and determination, but with luck that would be enough to, at the very least, keep him level with his siblings.
Personality: Typhon prides himself on... well, himself. He is the king of domination and success, despite his young age, and from the time he and his siblings were able to stand, he was determined to stand the tallest. It wasn't long before Samson and Lilith towered over him, however, which added a resentful spark to an already touchy personality. So, instead of being the largest (which he unfortunately had no control over), Typhon became determined to be the strongest, the fastest, the best hunter--a perfect warrior to serve his God. His genes gave him rippling muscle and a huge frame, but his obsession and his devotion to always being better was what kept him ahead of the others. So strong was his will that, should he be losing a fight to the death, he would surrender not by choice but only when his enemy ripped every shred of life from his body--Typhon would never give up in battle, no matter the odds. Luckily, he had at least the common sense to keep himself just polite enough to avoid running into a trouble he couldn't get out of, and due to his training he learned very quickly what his limits were as well as the skills of others. If he couldn't best another beast, he did not challenge that beast.
Aside from his intense need to increase his standing, Typhon was quite unique among his siblings in that he was perhaps the most average in terms of kindness and love towards his family. Datura he loved as any child should love his mother, but not blindly, and he would not hesitate to sass her or point out holes in any logic if he noticed them. Goliath he respected, with a healthy dose of fear mixed in that kept his mouth shut and his attention focused in the presence of his sire. When it came to his siblings, there were few rules; Typon preferred to sleep away from them, and was not much for closeness, but rough housing and training were always options, as well as playful banter. Strangers would earn respect and kindness based upon how they first treated the young male; same would be met with same, though in the face of a possible adversary above his level he would certainly tread with careful steps.
One peculiar piece of the inner workings of Typhon was his fascination with learning; bettering himself and surpassing others in intelligence as well as physical skill was something he did as often as he could, pestering those in the know with his constant questions, sometimes asked politely and sometimes less so. His desire to learn everything about everything was insatiable, and when he wasn't sleeping, he was working logically through the things he already knew in order to glean more knowledge. Even while he trained, his mind was constantly in motion.
Though he had no physical detriments, Typhon did suffer from a bit of the insanity his father passed down to him--not the harsh personalities of his siblings, but a mental deficit that he had yet to reveal to anyone. At dawn or dusk (and sometimes in the middle of the night), he would sometimes hear a faint but clear voice, not through his ears but running through his thoughts. It was deep, reassuring, and spoke to everything Typhon held dear--becoming great, absolute knowledge, tricks and tidbits. He had no idea who the voice belonged to, but it was a voice that soothed him as much as it geared him up to take on the next challenge.