Post by Eidolon on Jun 13, 2017 18:52:47 GMT -5
EIDOLON
NICKNAME(S). None; loathes having his name shortened.
AGE. 3 years.
SPECIES. Hybrid. (Canine + Unknown)
BREED. Maned Wolf with Ram Horns.
GENDER. Male.
PURIST. Absolutely Not.
APPEARANCE
HEIGHT. 32 in. at the shoulder.
WEIGHT. 47 lbs.
EYE COLOUR. A soft violet.
PHYSICAL. Of willowy build, Eidolon is somewhat small and undernourished for his breed, though what he lacks in stature he more than makes up for with his spitfire personality. If his razor wit doesn’t catch one’s attention, the glaringly obvious set of horns sprouting from his brow certainly should. (Despite how much he flaunts them, they’ve actually caused him more strife than he’d ever care to admit.)
As far as coat coloring goes, Eidolon’s is a soft shade of russet with white and black markings typical for maned wolves. The only thing of particular note markings-wise is that his toes are all white, and he has a few white flecks scattered across his coat.
Additionally, he’s got his fair share of scars as well, though most are hidden by his coat.
PERSONALITY
✔ relaxed, sociable, inquisitive, quirky, spirited, easily entertained, expressive, competent, attentive, perceptive, tenacious, respectful (of certain individuals), (selectively) loyal.
Eidolon is of the ‘devil-may-care’ sort, with a very laid back attitude toward just about everything. Few things faze him, and he is able to remain calm and collected even under immense pressure. Although few actually tolerate his company due to his powers and, ah, unique visage, Eidolon is still a sociable and inquisitive individual with a sharp wit and sharper tongue. Scathing sarcasm is something of a specialty for him.
For those of particular merit that choose to remain on good terms with him, they will find Eidolon to be a surprisingly loyal companion. This loyalty is not freely given, either.
✘ nonchalant, blunt, prideful, ambitious, overconfident, judgmental, melodramatic, fickle, temperamental, conflicted, malleable, impulsive, mischievous, envious, spiteful, grudging, (falsely) apathetic.
Tying in closely with his laid back nature, Eidolon is nonchalant to the point of being rude at times, and can be very blunt when communicating with others. Rather malicious at times, Eidolon uses his powers as a means of both mischief and survival. He also practices apathy, but that’s all it really is - practice. He’s not always as good at it as he tries to claim, and it seems whenever he does give pause and start to give a shit, the situation turns round to bite him.
Eidolon is also rather prideful and overconfident, which has gotten him into more trouble than he cares to admit to. He’s got the scars to tell the stories.
In spite of his ego, however, is a sense of inner conflict and doubt. He’s not always sure the path he’s taking is the ‘right’ one, but it’s allowed him to survive as long as he has, so it’s the one he’ll inevitably keep travelling.
HISTORY
Aside from being born on a moonless night, Eidolon’s story begins as a fairly standard and uneventful one. A caring mother, a protective father, and an elder sister that didn’t pay him much mind if she could help it. Eidolon was a rather quiet pup, but with an inquisitive and adventurous nature that often had his mother, Skala, fretting constantly and his sister Eirian pup-sitting often - much to her chagrin. Impetus, the father he hardly knew, had a tendency to keep his distance. A stoic and protective sentinel to his small family, though not much else.
It wasn’t until Eidolon began aging that things turned from ordinary to extraordinary… or, more precisely, extraordinarily adverse.
It was his mother that first noticed the little stumps beginning to sprout from her son’s brow, and she was mortified. Eidolon, blissfully unaware of any problem, was only concerned with how itchy the little horns on his head were getting as they grew. Skala tried her best to keep them hidden, and it worked for a time - though that was before the rest of their sect began growing suspicious.
Remaining with the sect to raise her offspring was Skala’s decision, as most of her extended family traveled with the group… though most of them were of Purist upbringing, and they were quite good at keeping silent about it. At least, up until they decided it necessary to be vocal.
That time came when they made the harrowing discovery that one of their own had broken one of the sect’s most prevailing laws: Skala had taken an infected mate, and had birthed an abomination. Impetus was a Mage, and a powerful one at that.
It made sense why he’d kept his distance, now - hoping his infection wouldn’t rub off on his family. Turned out that didn’t matter.
The sect fell into chaos. Some members sought to protect Skala and her family, others wanted them all executed, the “horned monstrosity” most of all.
Impetus never gave them any chance to sate their hunger for blood.
As members of the sect began closing in around them, Impetus stepped forth and revealed his powers for the first time, enchanting nearby foliage and trees to bend to his will.
The last Eidolon saw of his father as he and his family fled was a flurry of leaves and light as he surged toward his persecutors.
Skala and her offspring escaped unscathed, though Eidolon had been changed by what he’d seen and heard. Believing himself to be an omen of ill will toward his mother and sister, he chose to leave them in peace and forge his own path. To discover himself, what powers he held, and whether or not he was truly the monster others thought him to be.
Time passed, and when he discovered he would walk within the dreams of others, a new sense of self settled within him. As the insults and curses flew, as he continued to be shunned by those deemed ‘normal’ and uninfected, Eidolon decided he’d give them a reason to fear him.
PLAYER
NAME. Rustic.
AGE. 22.
OTHER CHARACTERS. This loser is my first! :’)
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