The Abraxas Brood

Name:
Kaine Abraxas

Gender:
Nonbinary (agender) AMAB (uses they/them)

Design:
Link!

Personality:
Hungry// The beast seeks to devour. Land, slaves, lovers, it doesn't matter. It is all theirs for the taking. With zeal, they lay claim to whatever they want. The world of mortals has nothing to soothe the desires of a deity. It is all dust beneath their paws, waiting to be graced by their want. The crave for power is like a vortex in their gut; cloying to be fed and quieted. The ever present want keeps them moving, searching for the next thing to take for their own.
Silver tongue// A wordsmith to the core, tongues are their speciality. With several languages under their belt, Kaine is always eager to learn new ones. Serenading potential lovers with sweet nothings in foreign languages is a trick that is tried and true. Somehow, they simply know how to get into someone's head, or under their skin.
Proud// Head held high through their lowest moments, Kaine knows exactly who they are. Their blood is divine, and it shows. A mottled pelt means nothing of purity, its somewhere in their guts. Mortals, crawling through this realm like bugs to be crushed beneath their paws, are hardly worthy of being anything but wombs to use or slaves to work. Even their leaders deserve no more than a curled lip from the likes of Kaine and their brethren.
Survivor// In this sense, they are comparable to a roach. Always there after disaster takes the rest. No matter the cost, they will outlast the rest. Kaine is a wily wolf, who will not be brought down by anything less than divine intervention. When something goes wrong, they are the one you want on your side. Their hunger extends to a desire to live, and see what the next day will bring. Perhaps, despite what they all say, they are not held by the notion of rising into the afterlife to join the pantheon.
Chaotic// There is little joy in monotony. Every day is something new, and they thrive on exploration and discovery. Many assume Kaine is mad, for there is no order in anything they do. However, they simply are blind to the system upon which they base their life. The minor details are the key, and they are drawn by the whims of the wind. Whatever claims their attention in one moment will most likely have an effect on how they proceed through the rest of their day.
Antagonist// Starting a fight, or even starting a war is something to feasibly be blamed upon Kaine. They cannot help themself. Playing the devil's advocate to cause trouble is all fun and games in their eyes. Pushing back against a force that dares them not to. Even in matters of diplomacy, where a misstep could be fatal, no one is safe from their urge to destroy the peace.
Charming// All smiles and flattery where it counts. Kaine loves to make friends, if only for their own benefit. Getting in good with the locals everywhere they went was high on their priority list. It's more a learned skill than a gift from above, but oh do they ever do it well. It plays well into their gifts with words, and they could charm the skin off a snake if they set their mind to it.
Vain// Part of being a deity is that Kaine believes they are one of the most gorgeous creations under the sun. They take great care in their appearance, and thrive on the affections of others. It's half of the reason they so frequently take lovers. Anyone with positive attention to pay to them is something that must be claimed. Those who believe them to be anything other than divine are but fools to be maimed.
Wicked// There is something broken inside of Kaine, that allows them to casually do harm to others. The act of maiming or harming another is banal in their view, and simply another aspect of life. Some might even describe them as malicious. Rending flesh and breaking bones is far from sinful in their eyes. They see violence with the same absent expression as they would the swaying of grass in the breeze. Kaine finds themself to enjoy violence.

Plans:
Reunite with family members
Find a niche somewhere
Steal some shit
Make a name for themself?
Steal yo girl/man/partner
Start shit
Kill someone?

RP Sample:
Fluid spewed across Kaine's cheek. It smelled musty, not as sharp as blood. The taste of it on their tongue was mild, just a step above water. Only a few seconds later, the sharp tang of blood dripped into their maw. Dark lips twisted into a grin, and they released their grip. The body of the smaller wolf, a simple mortal boy, crumpled to the ground. Bright crimson liquid gushed from an empty socket.
"How about now? Do you see?" they purred, one brow quirking upward in question. The other wolf wasn't quite cowering, but his earlier bravado had fled.
"I see it!" he cried, though his features didn't show the rapture they hoped for.
The smile dropped. "No you don't." they rumbled. Mismatched eyes narrowed, a frown creasing their expression. A plot formed. "If you don't see me, then what's the use in you seeing at all?" Kaine lunged forth, pinning the boy by the neck with both forelimbs. In one swift movement, they clamped their teeth into either socket. The taste returned to their tongue, and it still wasn't as satisfying as they'd hoped it would be. Nothing was. It was like the tales of old, where food would turn to ash in the mouths of the cursed.
Oh, how he screamed now. The boy must feel foolish, for insulting Kaine so deeply. Thanks to his ignorance, he would never lay eyes upon another soul again. What's worse, he would be their new plaything. There was no need to see anyone else, after all. It was a blessing to serve Kaine, as it would be to serve the rest of the family, whenever they found them.
Wailing turned to whimpering. He begged for his life, for the pain to stop. Heat pooled in their belly. "I'll make it stop, αγάπη." They crooned, trading their grip from his eyes to his neck. It was a mockery of a lovers grip. Mounting his small frame was easy, especially when he was so pliant. Losing air did that to you. This one would make a good slave. Penance for his sins against the Abraxas line, by insulting them. Provided he lived long enough.