Post by WHITE TIMBER on Jul 2, 2015 16:02:51 GMT -5
Balthor Dominus Orpheus
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name;; Balthor
nicknames;; Thor
species;; wolf
age;; 7 years
birthdate;; unknown
orientation;; pimp daddy straight
description;; appearance
Balthor sports a pitch black coat with a lovely sheen to it. Crimson strips run from his muzzle, down the side of his cheeks, along the sides of his neck, and down his rib cage where they elegantly meet near the base of his tale and coat the top of his tail, down to the tip. This omits the underside of his tail, which remains black. His forepaws are covered in the crimson strands as well, where they flow up the back of his legs, reaching to just under his elbow where they dissipate. Again? This omits the areas from his ankles and up, regarding the front of his forelimbs. To match, hell fire eyes express the man's unquenchable rage. In retrospect, the brute is of the larger scale in both muscle mass and height. Intimidating in both size and personality, Balthor is not liked among the majority.
personality
i ride the finest, and highest horse out there. my ego shall only be stroked, not lowered. among the fools and fiends, i'm a rather scary individual. darkness shrouds me, everything i do, everything i say. i am one with lucifer, one with the evil inside, and i just can't help myself because it's so fun to be this way. sure, call me corrupted and insane, i don't mind. i would much rather be this unstable than a punk ass who's only thought is to save the world and be a hero. puh, pathetic.
if i can't rule, i'll be a loner. i am no subordinate, i am no foolish errand boy. i only stake the highest claim, never lowering myself to the likes of others. i would rather die than bow- but who is so skilled to eradicate me? none, that's who.
egotistical;; some say my ego gets in the way, and holds hands with my oh so lovely arrogance. but i say who gives a shit. at least i'm confident.
arrogant;; and i'm supposed to be some other way? of course not. my arrogance comes with titles, titles all should recognized.
sexist;; it's a joke to think females could equal males. they are weaker in every aspect.
brutal;; i kill because i feel like it. if i find the victim unworthy, well. there's just no reason for him/her to stay, now is there.
ominous;; i'm creepy. i'll say it myself, i'm one eeire bastard.
unhinged;; deranged in all the loveliest ways, won't you agree?
history;; upon birth, i knew my rights. being born the only male among three other females, i knew my word held more weight. my status was far more received than theirs. the first couple of months was no different than any other wolf, mainly just eating, shitting, and sleeping. so when i felt strength run through my body, and assertive authority rise within, i was just a young pup. but it was still noticeable. i preyed upon each of my sisters, one by one they perished beneath their big brother's fang and claw. mother thought it was just puppy play, but i was not about to let them steal my glory. they didn't deserve it, little wenches.
within my years of adolescence, i spent my time training and honing my skills. i'd found i was particularly wonderful at stealth and combat. of course i've lost fights, but i've gained so much more. i don't consider them defeats, more of the learning scale of things. i built experience as time seeped by, experience i would use later in my life. i also spent these young years tormenting those who i saw needed it. and when adrenaline would kick in, oh i would thrive off of it. however, these years never peaked the sexual interest, for i was still but a boy. when i reached age two is when all the fun began.
when i had discovered the exciting rights to being a powerful male, i indulged fully and in every way possible. wench upon wench, fool upon fool, sucking up all the fun as i soared through life. but come the age of three, it was time to establish who balthor really was in this world. it was time to expand my name, my reputation, and allow any and all to embrace me in any way they'd choose. so i built my own empire, a pack of which i would only take the finest female to become my so crowned queen. however, she had her flaws, as most females did. she was for breeding purposes, so that i may have the most successful heirs to raise. her pregnancy was a breeze - for me. any whining from the wench and she'd be sent out of the main cavern for the day. i'd hear none of it, it was her duty as a female to bear my children, and she wanted to whine about it? pah. so time passed, and when it was time for her to finally bestow upon me the fruits of my loins, i was ecstatic for heirs. maleheirs. three males born first, but one was stillborn. it angered me, however the two males would do just fine. the last pup, a female. bah, what use to i have of her? none, she was worthless in all ways possible. enraged, suddenly, by the queen's unfortunate output of offspring, i lunged at her vulnerable throat and tore it to shreds. as she lay dying, i scooped up the two boys which remained, trotting back toward the main cavern- the female laying in a blinded, deafened disarray.
in raising the boys, primus and var, i assumed the black female had died when i left her beneath that tree. but instead, to my rather unfortunate findings, she'd been saved, raised to a young adolescent. so i snatched the girl for my own, using her as i saw fit in any aspect of the meaning. but alas, she'd escaped me. so i meant to follow her, if that meant to the ends of the earth, the skies of heaven, or the fires of hell, i would find her. she was a slippery dog, however, always seeming to survive my brutal onslaughts. so when i followed her to arcana, falling from the portal and plopping here in this new world, i knew i needed to catch her soon. so that i may bring her home, where my sweet girl belonged. run, run, run, silly girl.
your alias;;white, timb, Tim, timber, Kalli.
your age;;22, almost 23 ;D
your years experience;; 11.
