The Abraxas Brood

Name: Phenex Abraxas

Gender: Male

Design: Built like a badger, there’s little that can stop Phenex. His legs are stocky and powerful, built not for speed but for stamina and strength. The paws that bottom them are wide, toes often spread and black sharp claws giving him traction. His shoulders are wide set and muscular. His hackles stand at parade rest at all times because of the bulk under them. His barrel shaped torso tapers mildly at his hips, but even they are wide set.

Phenex’s pelt holds the same mottled pattern that the Abraxas family was known for.


Personality:

Phenex is proud. He is proud of his family and their heritage. They are demigods. Royal blood runs hotly in their veins, burning up every mortal cell in its path. It is this that pushes him onwards. Phenex is still young at only two, but old enough to be in his adult frame and bring forward a new generation. He has yet to come to terms with the fact that he is aromantic and asexual, for how else will he spread his blood?

He hates ignorance. Either in himself or in others. This leads to him being obsessive about details - he want’s to know every single little thing about every little event, object or being. He does not like being left out of the loop. Phenex understands that he is not the most intelligent wolf around, hates himself for it, but refuses to be ignorant of all the details. Wolves who choose to live their life under a veil of lies are not worth his time either. He has zero respect for the naive, oblivious and obtuse.

He loves the process. Order is important. Phenex is a wolf of habit. He hunts the same way every time because if it ain’t broke, there’s no need to fix it. He eats in the same steps - first the liver, then the heart, before digging into the haunches and finishing with the tongue. He gets up at the same time every day, turning and stretching thirty minutes before sunrise before starting his day.

He is quick to anger. Anything that rubs him wrong (which is a lot of things with his obsession for order and information) causes him anger. Other wolves may feel simple grumbly anger but Phenex finds himself so stupidly angry so ridiculously quick that it endangers all of those around him. He becomes snappy - not so much in words but in actions - when he’s angry. He’s quick to attack, to eliminate the irritation.

He has night-terrors. Maybe some of the reason why he can be so irritable is because he is rarely running on full power. Phenex doesn’t like to talk about it, not wanting to give any weakness away. The terrors range from fires to deep water to unbelievable beasts that swallow everything whole. Sometimes they feature their father’s sharp teeth and blazing eyes. They cause Phenex to wake in panics. Sometimes he doesn’t even realize he was awake, that it was a dream, and continues to defend himself against faceless fears. A part of him believes that these night-terrors are messages from his ancestors on high.

His obsessive tendencies can go haywire. As said prior, Phenex likes order. He has a step-by-step process for everything he does. It’s annoying even on a good day. Sometimes something just flicks off, or twists sideways, or crashes and burns. Sometimes he gets stuck on the same step, doing it over and over again, looping and circling. It isn’t often, thankfully, but can escalate in stressful situations. As he ages, especially once he was pressed out of his pack and on his own, it became worse.

Sometimes he paces, back and fourth, back and fourth. Sometimes it’s a mild sway of his head, a stereotypical repetitive behavior. Sometimes its worse - biting at his own legs, digging and digging and digging and finding no answers to calm him. He tires, eventually, but it is worrying nonetheless. Phenex tries to hide this from others; they would elimate him if they knew he was tainted. He convinces himself that its the result of the messages from the Gods who had banished his ancestor, that his mortal body could not handle it, but he is not stupid enough to let others know. He can handle himself in a fight, but all against one? He understands he would have no chance.


Plans: Phenex would be Amon’s younger sibling, from the litter after him. While he is now mature in body he still has some growing up to do in mind and his problems (the terrors and accidental self-harm) will likely get worse. I fully expect there to be some family drama on this end, because what self-respecting Abraxas would allow such a wolf to exist and possibly pass on his genes?


RP Sample: The grasses had been in the process of hibernating for awhile now, storing as much energy as they could in their roots and taking away resources from their blades. Still they weren’t dead, not yet anyway, other than in a linear stretch. This twenty foot long trail had been beaten down for months. The dirt was compacted hard and not a plant dared trespass.

Upon this stretch of dead land a wolf paced. It was hard to pick out his form in the dark night. The moon was a thin sliver that gave little light to the land below it. Even the red and orange leaves appeared black tonight, so the wolves form was more heard than saw. His deep lungs took in great big breaths, his padfalls thudded against the ground, and every so often a growl would escape him.

Phenex had been at it for over thirty minutes now. Just before then he had been thrust into the real world after a night-vision proved to be too turbulent and rejected him. Flamed had surrounded him, chased him, overcame him. It had consumed his flesh. The smell of burning hair still stuck in his nose. He had woken with a gasp, his lungs still smarting from the smoke.

Then off to his usual pacing spot, back and fourth, over and over again.

”What do you want?” he muttered, teeth flashing as he snarled at imaginary figures. Phenex’s tail raised as he continued his stereotypic behavior, pacing over and over again, beating the ground with his paws, ”What do you want?!”

They didn’t answer. They never did. Phenex could only imagine the Gods laughing at him in their realm. His hackles rose higher and another deep snarl pressed out of his jaws, taking offense at their jeering.

He would continue to pace until the sky lightened, breaking his mind of its trap and clearing out his nose of burn.

Note: Phenex decided to be a little left field and if that doesn't fit into the scheme just let me know ^_^