Post by Erebos on Feb 28, 2015 16:40:26 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Nyx.
Years RPing: Four or five.
Other: Nuh-uh.
How You Found Us: Rita referenced me once upon a time and then Jaienyx was born.
General
Name: Erebos [air-uh-biss].
Birthday: March 1st, 2015.
Gender: Male.
Species: Kenai Peninsula [dominant] x Arctic x Mexican.
Physical
Height: 44"
Length: 84"
Weight: 232 lbs.
Coat Color: Black, Red, and White.
Eye Color: Light Blue.
Health Issues: None.
Other Information: From his parents, Goliath and Datura, Erebos has inherited increased size and insanity.
Mental
Mental Stability: Insane.
History:Born of Kairos blood, spawn of devilish sovereignty itself, comes the one to be known as Erebos; true to his namesake, in that darkness shrouds the handsome glint of his icy eyes, chaos inscribed within his nature. Surrounded by siblings, daughter and son alike, it will be a battle for attention and favouritism that he will seek no part of. There’s something very enticing about not being the center of attention, not having to worry about parental eyes lingering on your every move heavy with concern, wondering what extent of greatness you will achieve, and therefore Erebos will thrive most intensely as he grows when left to his own devices. There will be no jealousy towards another’s praise, another’s accomplishments, because he will require no praise outside of his own. Erebos is out to please himself, and he will seek to conjure his own vision of adequacy in any form that he deems fitted, indifferent to what his father, the King, or his beloved mother who defines contentedness with the word Goliath has to say about it.
Unfortunately, his time will begin in a pack, a powerful one at that, to which he will feel no genuine attachment. Every personality needs to start somewhere, needs to be nourished by the surroundings it’s given; it’s purely coincidence that someone already born manipulative was birthed on grounds that would worsen his darkening mindset. His family, consisting of giants save for the minority, is strong in both size and intelligence. Erebos is not an exception to this fact, and will find ways to press it to his advantage. Everything inside of him is cold, illusive, and ticking, even as a helpless pup, on the brink of erupting and unleashing a monster that isn’t known to live inside of his own head. He is, in his own right, history, born to the founder of such greatness, but it’d be foolish to think that as he grows he won’t make history of his own under the substantial weight of a single paw.
Personality:It shouldn’t be surprising to learn that Erebos is far more cunning, far more darkly intelligent, than he seems, though who would have the opportunity to guess when he’s sickened by the spotlight? Even in his youth, he won’t desire the affections of his mother and father, grossly disconnected from his family. He will obey orders blindly, not wishing to draw more attention to himself than is absolutely necessary, but eventually he will sharpen his talents of deception and manipulation to the point that orders, although still followed, aren’t always followed in the way that they’re meant to be. He will have a way of twisting words, and bending their meaning, in such a method as to ensure that addressing him is no simple task. It will constantly be a game, and he will constantly find a way to be the winner, lest he die trying or, rather, the participant die once they’ve foolishly averted their eye. He will take advantage of opportunities when they’re presented to him; sometimes a grudge will outlive the actual conflict, and he will act upon his hateful, vindictive opinions at the moment when it’s least expected of him. It’s nonsensical to have faith in Erebos, for he’s nothing but a cold-blooded manipulator. Perhaps it’s wise to pay the most attention to those that lurk in the shadows, practicing avoidance, because they’ve learned how to keep themselves positioned at somebody’s vulnerable back.
A male is meant to follow the path of a proud, dutiful warrior - his sister, he will note with grim satisfaction, predetermined to hunt for his meals - and though Erebos will grow to appreciate the thrill of battle, and the way it feels to draw blood from a victim, he will have no interest in sparring to impress a father he’d be more content to disappoint. Truthfully, the only light he will find in sparring will be the proposition to act sadistically and to unleash the serpent inside of him that lies in wait. Even his own blood, brother and sister alike, will be considered prey that he may devour should any onlookers momentarily look away. He doesn’t prize life, save for his own, and finds himself rather intrigued by those around him and, particularly, their mortality. Life and death is a balance that he will genuinely admire. His mind, scientific and calculative as it shall be, will cherish the body and the way that it functions, breaks, and, most important of all, comes apart for his own inspection. The part of him that longs to tear open any nearby chest will crave the opportunity, but will know just as well how to hide his gruesome desires and keep them masked. On the outside, he will appear thoughtful and, when looking into your eyes and secretly puzzling over how you’d look when turned inside-out, a little foreboding and intense.
The relationship between his mother and father is something he perceives as unhealthy obsession as opposed to true love. Because of this mere fact, he will grow up believing that love exists in the form of obsession, not genuine attraction. Should he ever take a liking to a certain female, he will undoubtedly objectify her, viewing their “relationship” as an experiment in which he can observe emotions. Erebos will feel burdened by a female’s affections, but nonetheless he will come to crave it when it’s not present. Should a potential partner so much as kindly associate with another suitor, he will become unreasonably aggressive and hostile within the confinement of his own head. His exterior will portray a lack of concern, for Erebos is not the type to act upon his own sadism until it’s the dead of night and his target has succumbed to slumber, but his obsession will unknowingly intensify, almost, if not to the point that he wishes to do his lover harm.
Despite the path to warriorhood that Erebos will be expected to pursue, he will take a keen, though absurd interest in the art of healing. His desire to handle herbs - rather, poisons - will be a longing that he alone shall humour, for he’ll know better than to voice aloud his wants, able to visualize the looks he’ll get from the Kairos servants that expect him to be nothing more than a brainless drone that will fight and defend, fight and defend, fight and defend. He knows not how long he can keep up pretenses; he’d sooner abandon Kairos than fulfill the duties of a warrior. Physical combat is not his forté, though he’d be the last to claim himself incapable. He likes to kill, but he prefers to do so in a way far less anticipated. As a healer, he’d hold the lives of those around him in his paws, and then he’d be able to do with it as he pleases when they’re at their weakest. That is what he craves: wolves at their weakest. His dark, twisted mind simply adores the rush of power that comes from standing above someone too weak to defend themselves. He can have this right in front him most frequently as a healer, for the sickly will rely on him to sustain their life source. He will, of course, be able to do this for them, but he certainly won’t be given a second glance should the occasional wolf pass due to . . . natural causes.
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