HOUSE OF OLYMPUS: LINE OF CRONUS

Welcome to the Olympus Reboot! We all know the Olympus family has a pack of their own, but their story is diverse and complex. They believe they originate from the gods, and are run on a system of succession with a matriarch and a patriarch, with the patriarch's oldest son taking over, the matriarch's oldest daughter taking over, etcetera. After their initial adoption (information can be accessed here) some players have gone inactive, so some of the main family branch will be put back UFA (mostly Selene, Virgil's mother and would-be family matriarch if she were not sick, and Demeter, daughter of Atlas and Virgil's cousin). More siblings from existing litters listed there are possible as well, if you like the description on the original adoption thread.
However, I am here to introduce the lesser house of Olympus, or what can be called "evil Olympians". Modern Olympus family dates back to Gaia, a renowned conqueror who brought the family name to glory after decades of living like vagabonds. Her littermate, Cronus, fell to shame due to rules of succession and an ailment that made him unable to fight or do much but sit and speak crazily.
Cronus's line is considered a cursed line, and being put under the main house with no hopes of controlling it has made them bitter. Cronus's original three children Theia, Coeus, and Rhea initially sought to stage a coup which ended in their deaths and the death of Uranus, Gaia's mate. This created dissatisfaction within Romulus and Remus, the younger siblings of those three, especially considering Rhea had been Remus's sister-wife. Tensions are currently high, especially considering this smaller branch refused to follow the main branch to Alacritia...until now.
Now the Olympus family of Cronus's line is coming, and they're coming with new plans for a coup. The plan is to marry a main branch Olympus family member and thus force their hand into power in the main branch. The leader of this group of Olympians is being determined, but they are adoptable. In general these family members will be bitter and angry towards the other Olympians, although this can vary depending upon the individual.
I intend for the Cronus line of Olympians to be darker in nature; more prone to violent crimes and bloodlust. They don't have to be this way, however, it's just a suggestion. Appearance wise they'll be quite a contrast to main house Olympus; they'll have dark brown to black fur with gold markings and trimmings. My hopes are they will join the Olympus pack and perhaps bring about civil war, their leader likely to force a marriage onto a main house member to attempt to seal the legitimacy of their power.
To apply for either a main house Olympus (where it be an addition to a main house litter or for a re-adoption of a main house character) or a Cronus-line Olympus, please give an appearance, personality, and role play sample. Also recognize that if you fall inactive with these characters that I reserve the right to adopt them back out! Alright guys, let's get cracking!

deceased, adoptable, taken, unavailable, married in*


CHAOS OLYMPUS x AETHER OLYMPUS

10 YEARS OLD: GAIA OLYMPUS, CRONUS OLYMPUS


URANUS OLYMPUS* x GAIA OLYMPUS

5 YEARS OLD: ZEUS OLYMPUS, SELENE OLYMPUS, HELIOS OLYMPUS

3 YEARS OLD: ATLAS OLYMPUS, PHOEBE OLYMPUS


HELIOS OLYMPUS x NATALYA OLYMPUS*

2 YEARS: HERMES OLYMPUS, APOLLO OLYMPUS


ATLAS OLYMPUS X ESPERANZA OLYMPUS*

2 YEARS: DEMETER OLYMPUS



ZEUS OLYMPUS x SELENE OLYMPUS

2 YEARS: VIRGIL OLYMPUS, EROS OLYMPUS


VIRGIL OLYMPUS x ANTHEM DESTRUCTION

EIGHT MONTHS OLD: GAIA OLYMPUS, ANDROMEDA OLYMPUS, HEPHAESTUS OLYMPUS, NEMESIS OLYMPUS


CRONUS OLYMPUS x COSETTE BOURBON*

EIGHT YEARS OLD: THEIA OLYMPUS, COEUS OLYMPUS, RHEA OLYMPUS

FIVE YEARS OLD: ROMULUS OLYMPUS, REMUS OLYMPUS


ROMULUS OLYMPUS x PERSEPHONE*

TWO YEARS OLD: HADES OLYMPUS, CHRYSEIS OLYMPUS


REMUS OLYMPUS x RHEA OLYMPUS

THREE YEARS OLD: NARCISSA OLYMPUS, CHARON OLYMPUS, HECATE OLYMPUS

Name: Chryseis Olympus - means 'gold' according to the Greek name site

Appearance: The woman is swathed in a cloak of rich ebony, a color is that uninterrupted throughout her entire body, except for a select few areas that are wrapped in gold. Her gold coloring shows up in two slender bands that surround both her upper forelegs, around the elbow, these bands can also be found around her muzzle. Her eyes are delicately outlined in the same gold, that extends to a point at the edges of her eyes. Eyes will burn with the brightest of oranges, giving her an eery look in the dark. Her stature is tall, around 34 inches, and her build is narrow, weighing only about 100 pounds. Built like a runner, the woman will be agile and quick on her feet. Lean muscle wraps her frame, though her curves aren't entirely accented in a feminine way. (Will be making a ref for her later)

Personality: With a heart of stone, the woman in unfeeling. She cares for very few and wouldn't even spit on you if you were on fire. Her loyalty is tied to her family, but mostly her brother and father. She is typically never far from either of them and would defend them both with her life. With a tongue of silver, she spins stories to fit her needs and persuade others to bend to her will. Power courses through her veins that desires to be fed, it pushes her to the edge, demanding that she take her place on a throne. She is skilled in the art of poisons and is not above leaving a poisoned carcass behind her for others to devour. Seduction is second nature, lust dangles from her jaws. Her body beckons others like a siren calls to those at sea. Her promiscuous natureay deter some, while others fall Into her trap, realizing only when it's to late. The temptress is not above using her body to get what she wants, to climb the ladder until she sits on a throne. However, there a is a soft spot in her heart that is soley for her father. No one seems this part of her, ever.

RP Sample: The shadow moved silently along, disappearing as she entered each new shadow of the forest. Delicate paws pressed into the ground, muffling her approach. Orange optics settled on the black was before her. She had come to these lands with her family, in search of what was rightfully theirs. They would all sit on a throne soon enough. But first they needed to take those who thought they were so much better. Dark lips lifted in a silent snarl at the mere thought. She was no peasant, she was a goddess. She deserved a throne. Tongue rolled angrily behind fangs, hackles threatening to bristle.

Her visage would remain contorted until a masculine scent assaulted her nose. Nostrils flared, eyes darkening as the goddess brought herself to a halt. "Come out and play dear." Sultry words rolled off her lips with ease as her crown lifted to survey the terrain that surrounded her. She would take a step forward just as a pale figure slide into view. A wicked grin curled her lips, tail swaying at her hocks as her fiery gaze searched the brute that stood before her. A cocky grin curled his own lips as he lunged forward, jaws parting, intending to grab a hold of her. He was smaller than herself, and a fool for that. Inexperienced rang out from his exposed throat.

Ebony jaws parted as the goddess dropped low to the ground before shooting upward, fangs sinking into the poor boys throat. He seemed to finally recognize the danger he was in for he began to panic. Her victim thrashed about uselessly, only ripping his own throat. Blood flood her mouth, her grip out tighten, slowly suffocating the boy until he passed out. His limp body would fall to the ground as the woman rose to her full height, peering down at him curiously. dark haunches reclined towards the earth as she settled in to wait for his regain consciousness.

Just as she was beginning to grow bored, her victim out stir. A growl of pleasure reverberated in her chest as a sneer peeled back her lips. "Oh baby, I'm afraid your in for a long night." Whispers of promise rolled off her tongue like sweet nectar. Darl crown lowered, jaws grabbing a hold of his ankle, dislocating them one at a time. A howl of pain shattered her ears, causing them to pin against her skull. Leaning back, she would peer down at him, looking rather thoughtful. She would grip his throat once more, allowing fangs to puncture his jugular before releasing her victim. A giggle would roll off her tongue as she rose, she would step over, his gurgled cries following her as she left him to scavengers.


Done

Name: Remus Olympus

Appearance: http://i59.tinypic.com/1553qdv.jpg
39 inches --
The man is your normal behemoth. His body is packed full of intense muscle and his fur is covered in delicious tones of tan and obsidian. His base pelt color is a deep ebony that spreads across most of his large body. As your eyes slip across his face you would see his ears are dipped in a dark tan color that constants with his normal black. Above each eye at the beginning of the brows would be a speck of tan as well, that fades to the side into black. Under each eye, right at the point would be a dot of alabaster that stood out delightfully. To the side of each eye, on the outside, would be a smudge of tan as well. Though, along each side of his muzzle up to the very end of his lips would be the same tam smeared across. His fore paws are dipped in tan as well, ending at about his knees. The upper bits of his belly fur is also dipped in tan, but only the very ends, it stops near mid belly, fading back into black. His hind paws are met with the same tan but it slips up the back of his legs and thighs until it reaches the very back of his body. It slips into his tail, which is a base color of tan, tipped with ebony and white. Though, along his back you see tan that slides into a little bit of white, the same white spotted upon his face. His eyes are two different colors, the left one being a soft emerald and the right one a soft sky blue. He is a beautiful wolf.

Personality:
BOLD - STUBBORN - ARROGANT - OBSERVANT - INTELLIGENT - GUARDIAN - RUTHLESS
The man has grown up to be bitter. His sister and wife was murdered. His family slaughtered. Both of his parents are dead, leaving only his brother, Romulus. This granted Remus a very sour outlook on life. He rarely spoke to outsiders. He thought very highly of himself, knowing he is of royalty. The man does not have a playful bone in his body. Rarely would you see a smile upon his firm lips. His eyes are usually full of distraught. Thoughts of his slaughtered family haunted him with each step. He had a hatred for the higher house of Olympians. The lighter bunch that thought they were something special. But, in reality they were just as pure as the rest of them. They killed his mate and his family, he could never look one of them in the eye again. Remus is horribly angry at the world. His temper is like a ticking time bomb. A single word, a single act, or breath could cause him to snap. Though, he is very intelligent. He observes situations. He gets others to do his dirty work. But, everything he does, good or bad, is for his family. The daughters and sons of Cronus. Remus has them on his mind at all times. He would kill for his family. Yet, only his children and his brother has seen the caring side of him. The side that would sacrifice his life for them. The man was a mask of anger.

RP Sample: Massive paws hit the ground below with fury. With each step the Kings and Queens above chanted his name. The man was a wrecking ball. His fur shook with each movement. He was tall, his long legs thundered with excitement. Remus had just entered the lands. He was alert and aware. The man was usually paranoid, due to the importance of his life. He had children who were soon going to have their own kids. They needed him. He was a leader. The man stopped through the lands of battle. Stale scents of blood and flesh filled his ebony nose, which was hued with brown. His daughter, Narcissa was behind him. She slithered along with her beautiful body. She looked of his mate, Rhea. His tail was erect and his ears pointed. Yet, when a flash of silver caught his eye the man stopped his steps. A form of a Wolf sauntered their way. Blood swept across its muzzle, eyes flashing of insanity. Remus rolled his broad shoulders as he curled up his tan lips. Remus growled lowly as the male approached, he heard his daughter growl softly as well. The ebony and tan man snorted and let forth his very deep vocals, "One more step and your entrails will be spilled, filth." His body was in front of his daughters, he would never see her get hurt. The man dug his claws into the ground as the other Wolf growled as well. "I do not look for a fight." Remus stepped forward a step and puffed up his hackles, "Dismiss yourself, heathen." The silver male then slithered off with his tail between his legs. Remus flashed a look to his lovely daughter before they sat off once again.

completed.

? NAME Hades Olympus ? APPEARANCE Swathed in the hues of obsidian, darkness in all it's glory throughout his thick framework, lightening and darkening at random points, but remaining a dark coal. To sharply contrast against these values, two burning coals rest in his eye sockets, purely of flame, a coal-black pupil outlined in a burning red fading to a calmer flare. He is not of any delicate frame, standing at a bulky height of thirty-eight inches, teeming with strength and muscle, most of which creates his one hundred fifty-six pounds. He is, in fact, a rather lithely built, rather than your average tank of a wolf. ? PERSONALITY "Stone-cold and wicked." Find no emotions of love, kindness, or empathy within the black heart of the obsidian brute. He is purely of sick enjoyment of the pain and suffering of others, and often will find himself to be the cause of any such chaos, which will drive him to his darker side, of a wickedly cruel mastermind. Expect no mercy, and expect no real kindness from this wicked brute. "A manipulative mastermind." Fear, pain, and suffering fuels the obsidian brute's wicked mind, which he has honed from many of his devious schemes. The male is not to be trusted, and in turn, he doesn't invest trust within another, simply if they are to turn his plottage to a different direction than he insisted upon. Blackmailing and manipulation is common in his vocabulary, and is often seen by many who appear crucial to his branch's scheme to reach into the main branch of the Olympus bloodline for greater power. ? RP SAMPLE { 210 words } Crack... pop... snap... At home the obsidian brute was, slithering amongst the shadows in the heat of a pulsing cauldron of fire, reminding him of his descendant's homeland, the land of hell, guarded by Cerberus at the gates, the throne owned by Hades himself. Throne... One that should belong to the child of the Olympian god, rather than a simple child, such as the golden bitch residing upon the current throne in the main branch of Olympus blood. Chronus had sinned his spawn, but he had not sinned the child of Hades. Blood would be shed if it meant claiming his rightful spot amongst the gods of Alacritia. He had heard rumors of children spawned from the Empress of Olympus, and they could be useful for his plans. "K?lasi̱ tha tr?xei el?f̱thero se prothym?a, perim?nei na apelef̱thero̱the? ." Fluent Greek lyrics would flow from his inky lips, with burning orbs sweeping across the cauldron of fire, as he would dare to traverse yet even closer to the hungry flames, standing about a foot away, a wicked smile morphing his face into that of a hellion. Plans would form, and they would not expect the sinned to become the true gods, and those once thought of as gods, will become the sinned...

So forgive me if I am doing this wrong or overstepping my bounds, but i'm a little fuzzy on how well established the pack history is and had a clever idea. if its to out there I apologize but I figured nothing ventured nothing gained.

Olympus territory seems to be, on the map, on the southern tip of Alacritis near the silver and scaled islands where Batari was born. I did not give her a specific family, and although she thinks they are dead her memory is unreliable at best. Selene Olympus is 5 years old... Batari is 5 years old... Batari's name is indonesian for goddess and she chose it herself from the tongue of the lizards.

What I am getting at is, would it be possible that Seleene got lost from the family at a young age and presumed dead, but would turn out, in fact, to be Batari? I mean I'm not 100% sold on the idea either but I thought it was an interesting notion and wondered if anyone else would be open to consider it... if im going about this all wrong, i apologize.

Well the Olympus pack hasn't always lived in the Olympus territory. They only moved there about 8 or so IC months ago, during which time Selene has been played (: Also Selene has two almost three-year old daughters, so she would have had to have them at about 2-3 years old and still know who she was at that point. It's certainly an interesting plot, but unfortunately not likely.

HERE'S A FREE DESIGN

NAME: Narcissa Olympus

APPEARANCE: {I used design #3 from We Are Titans thread}

Quite a contrast to the dark colors of her family, or her side of the family, Narcissa is possibly the smallest of all of Remus' children. At only 36 inches, and 136 pounds, being quite tall, yet slender. Muscles ripple beneath her slender frame, and it is obvious that she is no weak wolf. She keeps her head raised high. Her face is always full of expression, and she can never hide anything from her family at all. Her head is quite large, but it makes sense that she is so large. She is a large wolf, after all, and it only makes sense. Narcissa carries herself like a goddess, which she knows she is. If she snarls, her fangs are large and ivory in color. Her claws are ebony in color, tinged with a stripe of cream. Her eyes flash like mercury.

Narcissa's base coat is a mix of brown and russet, tinged with lighter and darker colors. One ear, her left ear, is coated in the lighter colors. The tip of her snout is also coated in the light colors. It starts at the scruff of her neck, where it is broken off, and then speckles it again. The color coats all four paws, and the base of her tail. Darker fur coats her right ear slightly, and it looks as if it has been burned. A few large speckles of that color coats around her eye. It speckles her body, the light and dark colors clashing beautifully. It speckles her front legs, making her seem more beautiful than ever.

The goddess's eyes are silver, shining like mercury against her fiery colored fur. She is beautiful, from top to bottom.


PERSONALITY:

Narcissa is cold and heartless, caring nothing for those good Olympus wolves, and hardly even her family. She only really cares for Hades, and has a slight crush, if you can even call it that, on him. She only uses it whenever she wants something from him, like for him to hunt deer or prey for her. She tries to hunt them herself, but has found out by now that the deer will be afraid of her because of her cheetah markings, and run away faster. She is one of the few wolves that sees her father's kind side, and she dislikes it, in a way, thinking that her father should show no kindness.

Narcissa demands to be put on a throne, rather than the good Olympus wolves, and will kill them all if she has to, to become a queen herself. Like Chryseis, the girl is skilled in the art of poison, and killing from behind, and is not the type to just leave a body behind, instead presenting the poisoned prey as a gift. The wolf dislikes the fact that her father always tries to defend her, and can be quite aggressiveness when she refuses to be defended.

RP SAMPLE:

Silver eyes opened in the darkness of her cave as her father walked in, his strange eyes seeming to glow, but Narcissa was not impressed. She pulled herself to her light paws, and glared at her father, before speaking, her voice cold. "Are you coming to make sure I'm alright again, father?" Remus paused, at a loss for words at that, and Narcissa told his hesitation for a chance to continue. "I'm not a child anymore, you don't need to watch every move I make. I can get hurt without dying. I will get hurt, at some point. You need to understand that." Remus stared at her, then whipped around and dashed out of the den. Narcissa closed her mismatched eyes and let out a low sigh, her brown and russet body lowering to the cave floor again.

Suddenly, a strange woman was peering into the den, and the dark spotted girl opened her jaws quickly. It was one of those good Olympus wolves, but Narcissa didn't know which one. She jumped to her paws, and let out a loud bark, unlike any other she had ever made. She lunged at the wolf, her jaws opening wide as she aimed to bite into the woman's throat. A screech went through the air, and blood splattered Narcissa's fur. Long fangs pierced the woman's throat, and she went limp after a few moments of struggling. Narcissa dropped the body of the wolf, only then noting the blood dripping from her eyes. What was going on? Why was this happening? Narcissa panicked, racing back into the den.

Sorry for the bit of delay, but okay! Romulus is going to be the leader of these guys, and will be played by the magnificent Aly!!! Canty you may have Remus, SAF you may have Chry/Hera, and Starry you may have Hades. Yayyy for adopting things 8D

NAME: Apollo Olympus

APPEARANCE: Unlike the rest of his line, Apollo sticks out like a sore thumb from their dark coats and gold tints. He is on the far opposite of the scale, a stark white that no colour can penetrate. A slight pinkish hue shines under his fur, telling the tale of a true albino wolf. His eyes are without pigment, seeming to blend in well with their shades of dark pink. To make him further stand out, he is not big and strong like most Olympus family members, but tall and lanky. He was one of the only ones build for speed and endurance, not bulk and brute strength. He stands taller than most wolves at 38", weighing in at only 105 lbs.

Apollo's legs are long and skinny, his fur seeming to hang off his bones at his lack of weight. His tail seems to stand apart from his body, a long and fluffed out tail that almost appears to be feminine on him. However his large paws and impressive tail mixed with his lanky form make him a god of speed. There are not many wolves that he have met that can out run him.

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PERSONALITY: Being born the way that he was, Apollo believes that he was cursed by the gods. Even though this thought always lingers in the back of his mind, he has not given up his faith. Instead he falls even more heavily into the knowledge of the gods, wondering if he was different for a reason. Did they have some sort of plan for the albino demon? He tries to focus on that and not the sullen facts that never quite seem to leave his mind. Because of this he can come off as a bit standoffish, even more so if you catch him in the middle of pondering his existence.

Once in a better mood, Apollo is quite the talker, but his words are usually spoken in rhymes or riddles. Its rare to hear him speak without his rhyme, its a big part of his speech and who he is. Its almost as if he is singing when he speaks, is vocals well versed and flowing like music. But from this musical tongue can slide words that are not so nice, this male is easy to anger and slow to forgive. He fights with himself, trying to keep a clean and clear mind, but darkness often over takes him, lyrics picking up to a faster and darker tempo.

Apollo is a strong willed wolf, as well as a passionate lover towards females and his family. He tosses a lot of energy into his worship, feeling that he needs to make up for the doubt that he holds for them. He tries to keep his guard up, making him hard to read and even harder to understand. That guard does slip from time to time, showing his more passionate side.

The albino beast would consider it a great honour to lay down his life to protect his family, after all, he is the cursed son.

RP SAMPLE:

Night had spread over the lands, its dark cloak wrapping everything in its shroud of darkness. Not many souls wandered about at this hour, but one opaque beast sat under the star filled sky. Their soft blinking light calmed him as thoughts of the gods filled his mind as always. He was unlike those in his family line, he was not blessed with the same colouration of either branch of Olympians. He was all out on a limb of his own, his coat holding no colour what-so-ever. Apollo was cursed with the albinism gene, stripping all colour from not only his coat but his eyes as well. He looked like a soft pink demon, and although he looked like a scrawny being he made up for it with his fierce mind. His lyrics were hard and bitter as he snapped out at the sky, a growl rumbling within the still night. "Why was I born like this, not even a single colour on this soulless abyss? Is it a curse or a warning, is it a hint of future mourning? From my family I have been shunned, and for that I cannot be stunned."

Apollo let out a deep sigh, his breath fogging before his pink eyes. Were the gods setting him up for something great, or was he simply cursed to be cast away from all those he cared about? It was bad enough that he was not born of the full Olympian line and into power, but he had to be born as an albino? He was the only known one to be born as such, but it did not make him feel special at all. He was the cast away, the accursed son. He couldn't let it stop him from being great though, he just needed to work even harder to prove himself to his line. Raising to his pink tinted paws he cast his eyes away from the glittering stars, allowing himself to wander and leave his thoughts behind him. Anger coursed through him, and he just wanted to sink his teeth into something.

Lanky legs carried him to nowhere in particular, the quiet demon keeping an eye out for anything with a pulse. Maybe that would sate this endless hunger within him, maybe it would calm his raging heart. He wasn't usually like this, not that he was ever a fun loving type. He was passionate, in both his anger and his loving. Mmm, maybe that is what he needed, a different kind of action for his teeth. Moonlight illuminating his coat, he shone like his own brilliant star. Yes, perhaps a good old fashioned love session is what he needed.

Done~

Croa: I like your app, but Narcissa is born with complete Olympus blood as she is born from a brother/sister pair, so it's highly unlikely she would have cheetah markings. So, I would like it if you could edit her appearance <3

Eve: I love it :DD He's all yours! I'll go change the account password to password really quick and you can log in and get to applying.

I think i shall give Remus back do to the lack of plots going on D: aly said she isnt getting rom and no one is adopting any of rem's kids.

NAME: Charon Olympus

APPEARANCE:

Charon Olympus is no small man. He stands proudly at a height of 40 inches and weighs a solid 192 pounds. His entire figure is sculpted with thick and unwavering muscles, evidence of the training he has done to get where he is today. This Olympus brute has mastered the arts of torture, fighting, killing, and seduction. He wasn't trained in the art of seduction, though. He picked that up on his own. But with a strong back, wide shoulders, and a regal head, it's no wonder the man holds so much confidence in himself. However, most of his dark charm lies in the coat that covers his brawny figure.

His coat is entirely ebony, uninterrupted save for a few gorgeous markings. This midnight color helps him blend into the dark, so only his eyes (and sometimes his markings) are visible. His fur is of average length, and he only bothers to keep it clean and polished because he considers himself a god. And isn't cleanliness next to godliness? His silky black coat travels over the expanse of his body, trimmed with shining gold. These gold markings appear in strange stripes beneath his eyes and a full lining beneath his tail. They also reappear on his legs in the form of narrow tongues of fire climbing up his long pillars. His ears are trimmed in the shining hue, as are the outermost hairs on his face. He has the total and complete appearance of a god. Women bow to him. Men envy him. His sexual appeal is absolutely unparalleled. And to wrap it all up in a tidy golden bow, that luxurious color shows up one more time in his eyes. They burn like two hungry golden lanterns, claiming everything they see. They shine viciously in the dark. Everything about him will be etched into your memory. Just wait until you read his personality profile.



PERSONALITY:

Twisted - This brute has a mind that is a labyrinth of darkness and chaos. His thoughts are often sick and disturbing, and his motives are never pure. It's hard to escape his wicked grins. Those golden eyes will haunt your nightmares. Charon is truly a twisted being, and nothing is below him. Like many of the lesser Olympians, all he wants is to be placed on a throne. And he will do whatever is necessary to get there. Including a few things that aren't as necessary.

Violent - It doesn't come as much of a surprise that Charon is violent. He uses brute force to get what he wants, and never shows mercy in battle. His lashing fangs are always craving some flesh to dig into, and his claws seek to be stained by the blood of his enemies. This trait of his - the ruthless violence - actually comes in handy when you're striving for power. Charon aches to tear down those above him, climbing the ladder until he arrives at the top.

Unstable - This is another trait that may have been expected. With such twisted thoughts and violent tendencies, how could Charon be anything but unstable? His mood swings crash like angry ocean waves, never failing to cause damage with the changing of the tide. His sanity is shaky at best. It would be wise for many to stay away from him. As collected as he may appear at times, there is always a bit of turbulence below the surface.

Mischievous - Charon's attitude toward others is always mischievous, coming across as flirtatious at times. He has a snarky sense of humor and a lopsided grin that is almost charming. These are his tools. He uses his cunning and wit to draw people in. And like the lesser gods of legend, Charon always seems to have a few tricks up his sleeve. Just another helpful trait in clearing a path to his throne.

Thoughtful - His instability and violence would lead you to think that Charon always acts on a whim, but this is not true. Many of his heinous acts are carefully planned and thought over again and again. Because while his sanity may be failing him, Charon is a very smart young male, and like all of his other tools he uses his mind to his advantage. He plans acts of revenge slowly, with incredible precision. He rarely leaps into a fight before thinking rationally first. On the outside it looks as if he hadn't given it a second thought, but in reality, that's just how quickly his brain works. For him, the most entertaining part of hurting someone is planning their demise. Imagining exactly how it will be. Then he executes those plans with care, torturing his victims slowly and painfully. His intelligence is just another gift that he uses for the wrong reasons. But like I said before, his motives are never pure.

Possessive - Charon is greedy and thirsts for power, so he is very possessive of the things he gains along the way. Contrary to what you would believe, he is also possessive of his family, and would give his life to protect them. His family is the only thing he can stay loyal to. Other than that, his allegiances are always changing. And if Charon were ever to find a lovely little temptress to call his own, he would definitely own her. She would never go anywhere alone, would never have the right to speak with another male. She would be eternally his, until he found something better and got rid of her. With Charon, his possessions belong to him, and him alone.

Arrogant - Charon's final trait is one of his most dominant ones, so it is definitely worth mentioning. This brute is arrogant. You can feel the confidence rolling off of him as he saunters about, and in his piercing golden gaze you can see the recognition he holds for his own skills. He rarely accepts help from others. He knows how strong he his. He knows how sexy he is. In his mind, there is no one better. Charon is the highest and most worthy god in the entire Olympus family. And no one will be able to tell him otherwise.




RP SAMPLE:

Night had fallen in the forest, draining the color from everything. The cold moon sent down its eerie, lifeless glow, sharpening the shadows and making everything look that much scarier. What a perfect scene. Charon gave a low chuckle as he lowered his stance, claws biting the earth as they protruded from large ebony paws. His strong shoulders rolled under his pelt as golden lanterns became fixed on his next victim. He'd been following the two creatures all day, and finally the mother deer had left, leaving her baby all alone. It was a useful tactic, leading her scent away from the fawn. Little did she know that the predator was there all along.

Muscles rippled beneath his midnight pelt as he crept closer, approaching the fawn with incredible patience. His stomach rolled, threatening to growl. But this would be over quickly enough, and then there would be warm meat in his stomach. The boy grinned, fangs shining with a deadly light, and then he pounced. His massive form smothered the babe, even as it woke and began to scramble away. Charon would never let it get that far. He pinned the creature down and clamped his jaws around its throat, groaning with pleasure as its blood poured over his jaws. He didn't do quite enough damage to kill it, though. He was experienced in the art of torture, and knew exactly when to stop. He pulled away, licking his lips, and then latched his jaws onto its foreleg. Bones snapped easily under his bite, one after another, and then the creature was screaming for mercy. Charon smiled, letting the pain endure for a minute longer. Then he ended its life.

Violent splashes of red covered the forest floor, as well as fragments of bone and other evidence of his carnage. The moonlight caught it all, putting his marvelous work in the spotlight. Just as Charon was getting ready to eat, however, his sister came and appraised his kill. "Disgusting," she grunted. "Why can't you ever make a clean kill?" Charon turned, the gold trim on his tail flashing as he waved it at her. "What fun is there in killing painlessly? Make the creature suffer for its incompetence. No pain, no gain."

Hecate rolled her eyes, eventually giving a sly smile to her younger brother. "Save that attitude for when we take over Olympus. It will come in handy then."

Charon nodded silently, that sick grin still painted on his visage. Then Hecates turned away, her feminine figure retreating to the darkness, and the smile disappeared. His bright eyes took on a look of twisted greed, and he altered her words in the confines of his mind. When I take over Olympus, he thought, no one will be able to escape the nightmare. I will take my rightful throne, and all will know my name.

Charon Olympus.

aww sad to hear that canty, but I understand!


And love it Req! all yours 8D

ACTUALLY I HAVE DECIDED TO KEEP HIM <3 lol. my muse has shifted tides. sorry. :3 i hope that is ok. plus plots with his son! amg

croa, narc is all yours =)