Erebos|M|E.Loner

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OOC Name/Nickname: JEEENEEEFURRR

Calling: Erebos

Age: 4 Years

Gender: Male

Species/Breed: Gray Wolf

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Pelt/Hair color and length: Completely black around most of the face with the rest sporting various tones of brown and black. A small white tuff of fur rests in the middle of his chest. In the winter, his pelt becomes very dense and fluffy, making him appear quite larger than he is. In the summer, his pelt remains longer in length than most wolves of his kind but loses it's denseness.

Eye color: Before his abduction, his eyes were a beautiful yellow colour. After being brought to the laboratories, the testing that was done on him resulted in his eyes turning a pale blue colour which could easily be mistaken for blindness, although he can see perfectly fine.

Build (height, weight, overall structure): Erebos reaches around 32 inches at the shoulders and weighs in around 79lbs - Thin with long, lanky legs and a large head.

Detailed Description (or picture):

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History: Anymore, Erebos' history seems all a blur. So many things have happened in the past year or so that what he once knew seems almost foolish. Nothing extraordinary happened in his previous life, the one he now knows was nothing but a dream. Born and raised in a small pack of wolves whom were all mostly neutral in demeanor, he grew up with a silver tongue and a semi-dark attitude. Although he was friendly for the most part, there had always been something inside him that knew there was something wrong with the way he was living his life.

On the day of his capture, he remembered, he had been traveling with a young wolfess. They had been in search of her origins. Although Erebos didn't volunteer for this task, he was appointed to it and tried to make the best of it. It must have only been, Erebos thought, a few short days that he spent in the faes company before he walked straight into a humans trap. Foolish. Erebos assumed at that point that this was his end. He imagined the hunters coming for him, stripping him of his dark pelt and finding little else of worth in his body.

In the end, he had only wished this was what had happened.

The humans didn't kill him, no. They did things far worse. Tests. Injections. Painful surgeries. Mutation. The humans were trying to bind their own self with the canines in the laboratories. They were also experimenting with binding other things, hoping to find the key. Two headed dogs lasted no more than a few days. Feline-like creatures with the body of the canines no more than a few hours. When the idea came about of binding bird with canine, Erebos was unfortunately a semi-success. Thick dark wings were fused to his own skeletal system and although they were able to connect all the wires just right to allow him to move these appendages as if they were his own, they never had the chance to succeed in making him take flight. Useless. From everything he was put through, his eyes lost their illustrious yellow shine. They are now covered by a thick pale blue film, appearing as if he were blind. This isn't the case, though. His vision is perfectly acceptable.

Until the explosion, that is. Erebos reckons the right amount of unnatural chemicals seeping into his body allowed him to lift his whole 79 pounds of weight from the earth with the mass of feathers that extended from his shoulders. But it would still take time before he could lift himself more than a few feet off the ground. Muscles must be built, afterall. Practice. Practice. Fools. Practice.

Personality: Erebos remains mostly silent, only speaking when he feels is necessary. He stays in the dark shadows of the forests, avoiding the gawkers who want to understand his disability. A ray of dark humour resides within his heart although for the most part he believes the tasks of everyday life are meaningless anymore. After going through the laboratories, he came out something totally different. What was the point, afterall? There are few things he finds pleasure in, but one of those things is quite sexual. Rape is a big part of his routine. He feels a uncontrollable desire for females, making drool drip from his maw while in their presence. The blank stare that emerges from his seemingly blind eyes is.. well, creepy to them. But they always stare back. He lets them believe he is blind, watching their every move without causing fear to boil up within their hearts. His wings have proved to be quite the help in these situations. They want to feel, look. All of which turns him on and makes him furious at the same time. The power that comes from them allows him to thrust his weight on top of them. He sees this not as a flaw, but still keeps it hidden, trying to control it. Although he always seems to fail.

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Parents: Does it really matter anymore?
Siblings: I'm sure they've been granted the privledge of death.
Other Family:
Friends: Could I really consider someone I knew for such a short period of time a friend? Caela?
Half of the Island Character Resides: East... and now West
Group: Satya (soon)
Rank: Spy (soon)

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