The Abraxas Brood
Name: Andras
Gender:Male
Design: Up there yo ^
CONCEPT: The prodigal son is here to leech off of Amon's success like a parasite. While he'll pull his weight, and has in fact pulled his weight by wreaking havoc and destruction in other far off lands, he'll mostly live off the success of his family. While Amon and his closer relatives stuck together Andras was off galivanting the world, killing a path through anything and everything in his way. His mad dog tendencies however have caught up with him and now he’s found that several foreign packs are after his head. As luck would have it news reached the wayward son that his brother Amon as well as the bulk of his extensive family had set up camp in a land far beyond the ears of any of his malcontents. The next step of course, seemed obvious; rejoin his beloved family and keep pillaging and raping his way through Boreas.
Personality:
-Egotistical-
Andras believes he is the fallen God's gift to the earth. Born a remarkably handsome dire wolf Andras has every reason to believe everyone wants him and those that don’t just want to be him. He has never wasted an opportunity to tell those around him that his lineage is Godly, and believes that mortal wolves- who he calls “Terrans” are his to use as he sees fit. Any attempt to bring him down from his high-horse is usually met with laughter and the judgment that they’re simply envious of his prowess. Within his own family he believes that he's lived the most fulfilling life by spreading the Abraxas name like wildfire across the world rather than bothering with the next generation
-Calculated-
While on the outside he may seem wildly compulsive, internally, Andras never makes a move until he’s weighed his options and taken necessary precautions. He makes several risky decisions but each of them is carefully calculated before they’re set into motion and he is always sure to minimize evidence as much as possible unless he wants to be found. From years of experience, he’s learned how to react to different situations, and what behavior is necessary to get the result he wants. While his impulses tell him to take what he wants when he wants it, he’s learned to delay gratification for a greater end.
-Detached-
Andras has never had a sympathetic thought in his life. He has never had an emotional connection to anyone and likely never will regardless of their relationship to him. Most of the people he associates with are only in his life because they serve a purpose to him, ulterior motives are the basis for his relationship with his family and anyone else he might keep handy. While he is partial to those that inflate his already inflated ego he will abandon them completely once they have fulfilled their purpose to him or he grows tired of them. He loves no one and defends no one.
-Maniacal-
If pressed for violence Andras will happily oblige. While he tries not to react violently around those that he might need later he is prone to outbursts of extreme violence and occasionally murderous rampages. While these rampages are often done in secret and usually go unfound he is perfectly capable of bringing them into battles and all out fights. The temptation to outright kill is always present in his mind although unless the situation calls for it, is rarely acted upon.
Plans:
-General troublemaker, he would sh*t stir with as many packs as he possibly can as long as he thinks Amon will bail him out
-Will happily use his family members to meet his own ends and cause as much unrest with Amon’s children as possible
RP Sample:
He woke with a start on the beach, his vision spinning wildly before he closed his eyes and dropped his head back onto the white sand. The last thing he could remember was jumping into the Black Bay in Eclya; some shit heel island he had stumbled upon in his travels. His movements there had mostly gone unnoticed; he had debauched himself for a good two seasons before news of his presence reached the local alphas. One of the shits had actually managed to not only capture him- but hold him in man thing they had appropriated specifically for holding criminals. A stone cave with only one exit, covered by a single, solid, metal barrier.
For weeks he was kept there in the darkness, no food except the vermin that had made their way in through holes he was far too big to pass through, water coming from moisture dripping from the roof, and no one else but his thoughts. He simply laid on the floor, waiting for the end to come pondering how these mortal wolves had captured a god, when something miraculous happened; the barrier parted with a loud groan. He heard voices, questioning whether he was alive or dead, and he remained perfectly still, holding his breath, and waiting. “You go check.” One of them had said, and he could feel his heart begin to race as the click of claws drew near. The guard came closer, and closer, his paw tentatively drawn back before reaching out to touch his massive frame. In an instant he snapped into action, his jaws closing around the smaller wolf’s throat with a loud CRUNCH as his larynx was crushed and then promptly ripped away from his body, soaking his russet fur in glorious warm blood. The other guard had screamed and run away from the door, leaving it hanging open as she ran for the exit to the caverns, a warning howl on her lips. She leapt toward the sunlight and was promptly pulled back into the shadows by her leg and thrown in an arch to the ground, her skull colliding with the stone floor and rolling her eyes back into her skull. He eviscerated her leaving her to bleed with her guts strewn across the floor and then filled his belly.
He may have been free but the humiliation he had suffered would not go unpunished. They had incurred the wrath of a god and he would take everything from the alpha that had imprisoned him. Except of course, his life. He would live to tell the world what would happen to those that dared to challenge Andras Abraxas, but the old fool’s pregnant wife would not. He left the alpha’s progeny out for him to see on the floor of his royal den, their frail lifeless bodies torn away from their mother’s gaping womb. The whole of the pack was rallied to chase him and they did, until he flung himself from the cliff over the Black Bay, and swam with all the adrenaline fueled energy he had left.
As he remembered how he had come to the beach, he dried off his fur and moved further inland. Everywhere he stepped seemed to pass through some sort of spider’s web, which was a mild annoyance but one lost on him, as the familiar scent of his family’s blood reached his nostrils. He grinned; the rumors were true, his family had congealed on some forsaken land far from Eclya and Bromos and Parth. It was finally time to meet the family.