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Post by [Taboo. on Sept 16, 2010 1:27:53 GMT -5
 CYRUS”Part of being sane… is being a little crazy.”
Name: Cyrus
Nickname(s): Cy
Gender: Male
Age: 5 years
Species: Iberian Wolf
Eye Color: Gooseberry (pale green)
Pelt Color: Tawny
Physical Description:
Cyrus is a large, tawny hued brute, his pelt being intricately composed of many different shades of tan, brown and black. Dark gray and black dust across his back and tail, fading into a lighter brown and becoming marred by a slight off-white tone under his muzzle and down the underside of his neck to his belly. He had large, clawed paws and a thickly muscled body trained and conditioned for fighting; scars of past brawls lay hidden within the dense coat of fur. His eyes are a narrow, and suspicious looking, painted a bright, cat-like gooseberry green. Only a collar graces his neck: a thick chain that was slipped over his head as a young pup.
Personality:
To put it in the simplest form possible, this brute is crazy… cracked, loopy, sideways, mad, insane… the list goes on, but there’s no doubt about it, the boy has lost it. There are times when Cyrus can seem sane, like he knows what he’s doing, but in all honesty, he gets through life by walking on the edge, just barely skirting by … in other words, he wings it; no skill required, just raw instinct and a twisted sense of what is right and wrong. There’s no real moment when the baron is truly angry or upset, there is no wrath behind any of his actions, only disappointed and mildly amused.
History:
Mother: Ayla
Father: Ugo
Brother(s): --
Sister(s): --
Past/Current Mate(s): --
Offspring: They’re out there, Cyrus just doesn’t know where… or even who they are
Cyrus’ puppy hood began normally, maybe even lovingly. He was born to a lovely Iberian femme and though he was the product of herself and unimaginable evil, she still cared for him, still loved him. He was named Celahir Carnesîr, a sweet, gentle name meant for a timid, tender being… and maybe he would have been gentle or sweet if his mother had been able to keep him.
He was only six months old when his father--an unruly, unholy, Iberian hell breed--came to claim him. The beast didn’t what any spawn of his growing in such a disgusting fashion. As the son of such a beast, he would grow under the strict laws and supervision of his demon like band of rogues, not some silly placid way of life. Who wanted that?!
The whelps name was changed to Cyrus and he was taught to not only be a killer, but to be a lusty, sex-crazed fiend. It was the way of his kind--his father‘s kind. And when his sire thought he had thoroughly taught him all there was to know, he left Cyrus to his own devises.
The brute began to enjoy hunting down innocents, the unsuspecting virgins that ventured to far into ‘his land‘. He enjoyed raping them, enjoyed the thought of him being their first. There was something about essas in heat that he likes as well. The thought of them carrying his bastard children made him giddy.
Time passed by and Cyrus was aware of spawning many children; hell, he had even tried to raise a few. But the norm had grown boring and old, he was ready for something new, he needed a little more excitement. So he tried to join a pack, even tried to take a mate; but in doing so, the wild part of him began to reject his new mindset. It would make him think things. Like that Acura (his mate) was playing him, that she was using him, making him want to use her. It got so bad that one day, when Acura disappeared, the brute snapped.
This beastly half had finally awoken, the mortal half shrinking back within him, cowering in fear of this new side of himself. Traits from his fathers side began to show and his mind no longer worked in the way a proper, normal lobo mind would. He was more than a little crazy, more than a little demonic. But the strange thing was… he liked it… He liked it a lot.
Bio Sheet Created by Rachy
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Post by §Tank§ on Sept 16, 2010 9:51:29 GMT -5
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