The Abraxas Brood

DAEVAS
male, lawful evil, homosexual, 45", 200lbs

Personality: Being the first born weighs heavy on the shoulders of the young man, but he wears it proud. He goes through a lot of extra effort to ensure his place at the top of his fathers list of favorite and perfect children. He wants to be the first choice for everything, including the first chance at passing on his genes when he's of age despite his urges and feelings swinging the other way. He chooses to keep this as a secret, afraid to tell his father, but hates himself for keeping it from him, as if Amon will punish him horribly or outcast him. He's very afraid of his father, but he's also very loyal to him.

That doesn't mean the yearling doesn't have a spine however, because Daevas will fight for what he believes or die trying, even against Amon if he has to. Amons' wants are Daevas' wants, but Daevas has other, more personal wants as well. He's just as sharp tongued, intelligent, and a refined young man for his age as he is protective and stoic for his age. Because of his massive size and personality, he appears older than he actually is.

Plans: first born, largest???,  v gay (he will sire a litter or six tho to pass on the name, dont worry), wants to please amon so bad, believes in incest to make a perfect bloodline and to weed out mortal flaws.

RP Sample: His body ached after the days training and blood oozed from some wounds he earned in a practice spar before dinner. They were all harmless and he was sure to see a healer before bed to get them cleaned. He could afford weakness, but pain made him stronger. They ached as he walked towards the healers den, wondering if he'd meet his sibling here or if he won the unspoken race.

There was no winner to the spar, as it had been stopped before it got too bad. Daevas has been known to be hard to drag out of a fight, even against his own family in a practice spar. It was nothing against his family, he loved them, but he often saw red and lost most of his control to stop before anyone got hurt. Thankfully no one had to drag him off today; he was getting better.

He arrived at the healers den and walked to the enterance and stopped. "Healer? Are you home? I require your assistance." He spoke, looking around. It appeared as though his sibling hadn't made it here yet. Great. First as always. He smirked at the thought, patiently waiting for the healers reply should they be home.

* once my tax return comes in tomorrow/this week, ill pay for the dire pass!