Soiled Blood - Egyptian Lineage

OOC Name: spec
Contact Info: skype: rachael.dunch or dunch.rachael@gmail.com (I think?)

Design: realistic reference, cartoon-y/color reference
Character Name: Anubis Ithuriel
Character Appearance: Anubis is the black sheep of the family. Plain and simple. This statement encompasses the brute in all aspects of his life, not just his coloration and size. For starters, Anubis was born a rather large pup, definitely not lithe and frail-looking like his siblings. As being the first of his litter, the eldest, he was expected to be the patriarch of their family, his genes passed down from pharos themselves. Of course, once he began growing, it was no surprise that he was not in fact one of them. He stood at an alarming forty-inches high, and on his best days weighed in at about one-hundred eighty-five pounds. Rippling muscles and sheer height wrought him as being an outcast, a mistake an abomination. Anubis is also shockingly ivory, his base pelt being the purest of whites. On top of that, the lightest of tans encase his front legs above the paws, taint his back paws, and crease his tail until the tip. On his back, a saddle of deep brown resides. It reaches from below his neck fur, stretching to his shoulders, down toward his legs, and running down to his hips. The color seems to be confined to simply his back, his stomach still encased in alabaster, and his tail still tanned. There is also mark of a stone-gray color piercing the tip of his tail. Blistering red eyes stare out at any and all, watching, learning, devouring. The deepest of reds are softened by the palest of pinks. This brutes' nose is oddly a pastel shade of pink. It's obvious this boy was different, this boy was unique, and when he grew, his size was something to be feared. Perhaps this was the reasons for some of his... deformities.

Years before he reached his maximum potential, a fight ensued between brothers, and a few blows knocked Anubis into his place. Both ears, once beautiful, are tattered and torn. Ripped from the tip almost to half-way through the ear, gone. After this assault, Ra, his younger brother, took on the ownership of this dear fool. Countless scars riddle the brute, being merely a pawn for his brother, Anubis was nothing more than a battering ram, a mercenary, a battle-born blood-thirsty killer. I mean what deity would want to get their own paws dirty? Outspoken, or how he used to be Anubis had to learn harshly that his tongue wagging was not something that was valued. It was seen to his brother to rip the vile snake almost completely out of his mouth. His opinions were no longer of value, and his title of anything more than a tool was stripped from him. Due to this, Anubis speaks rarely, if at all. His once gorgeous deep baritones little more than a gurgled and gruesome attempt at speech. Usually, it's left to his companion to fill in the gaps that he himself cannot express. Anubis is generally accompanied by his eldest friend, a Northern goshawk named Rasputin. Rasputin is rarely away from Anubis, but also rarely gets involved in Anubis' life beside speaking when he needs to. It's a strange relationship they share, and Rasputin is consistently a bother to the older male.
Character Personality: War-dog. Anubis is riddled with scars all over his body, all from fighting. Under his brothers' thumb, the boy became a mercenary of sorts. Born, and beaten into battle, his lust for blood is an inevitable plight. Granted, the male does take great pleasure in fighting, his own desires are fueled by the blood, gore, and damnation of those around him. Alike so many of his kin, he is one to view the world as his oyster, and he is the rightful heir to that throne. A claim to those below that he can unravel and ravage as he seems to view fit. Beaten into this life by a manipulative and vile serpent, and his brother, it is no surprise that this is all the male knows.

Gentle. Despite being a criminal, a killer, a vile scum below the earth... Somewhere deep below lies a caring soul. Once, he stood up to those who put others' down, once he spoke of being equals with the 'servants' below the Egyptian clan, but he was silenced from doing so ever again. Despite this, when he is alone, off on his own travels, the brute is nothing more than an old soul searching for the softness of those around him. He is also a hopeless romantic, but too shy to do anything.

Shy. Killing someone would take a vast amount of strength, but interacting with females who may be interested in the brute is something on another level. Anubis is not a looker, so not many have approached him for more than protection, but anyone to show the male some kindness is to be met with a silent sheepish killer. Vicious by nature, nurtured by those who wanted nothing more than destruction it is no surprise that kindness is hard to reciprocate, and love... love is a foreign hope. He's not above wanting a commitment, but it's beyond his grasp.

Quiet. After his mutilation, it is no surprise that Anubis is rather stoic. He's rare to speak, and if he does, it is to the point, usually a garbled "yes" and a definite "no", but it is not impossible for him to do so. Anubis was granted the ability speak, but at a grave price. His attractiveness in responses repulsed even Anubis, so silence was a stance taken to eliminate any ill thoughts about the brute. In their home pack, it was believed that Anubis was a bit "special" but very few knew what really happened to him. Beside Ra, Anubis wasn't even sure his parents or sister knew of their own bloods' vicious nature. Above all else, Anubis is quiet. He is an exceptional listener, and a great watcher, but rather a poor sport for deep intellectual conversation.
Character History: What more is to be said about this mystery of a brute? There is no surprise that he is against the ways of the family, but what more could he do? After being mutilated, and sworn to a sort of secrecy that was essentially able to cost him his life, he aided Ra into power. His duties simple; war, kill, protect the family, stay hidden. Perhaps most wouldn't even let him call himself by the Ithuriel name, but Anubis knows what he is, an abomination that wanted to bring down the pharaoh. It's a surprise he's even alive for his heinous acts. Of course, during their separation, Anubis has been able to experience more of the world, and determine that Ra's dream is not quite all there can be. Perhaps this is a turning point, coming to a new land where the world can change for the stoic beast of bloodshed. Can a tiger change its stripes?
Plots/Ideas?: He's the black sheep, he's gonna wreck stuff, fall in love, and burn the empire down. Or perhaps he'll die trying.
RP Sample: "I don't see why you're still trying to find a paradise." The words were of little importance as the wolf continued his journey. His eyes were heavy, his paws were sore. He'd traveled quite a distance, and the chance he'd wash up on a shore like this was as good as any. With a heavy sigh, the male stretched out, his fur gaining sand and stone as he beached himself. Sides heaving from the effort, those rubies he called eyes glanced toward the wriggling mass he was going go call "lunch". It was one hell of a catch, that's for certain. He watched the fish for a few moments, marveling at the will it had to flop about still, hoping to edge its way back to the waters he pulled it from. Rasputin hopped from the stone he'd claimed, and pecked greedily at the fish's eye. Anubis watched as the fish coiled and flapped, smacking the bird in the face with its' still wet tail. Screeching, Rasputin took flight, and was now leery to re-approach the thing. "You'll be like that fish you know," His words a cautionary tale to one who had already experienced so much, and been ostracized before.

Without a response, Anubis heaved his massive soaked body back up on all fours, and he padded toward the fish, his eyes glowing maliciously. One chomp and life would end for this fish. With a sneer, the brute spoke, his tone garbled, but still enough for the bird to tilt its head at, and remain silent, "No." Not this time. He mused silently, leaning his head down around the fish's head, his jaws closing around it, severing the last shot it had at life. This time I'm not near any of them, I'm free. Free to be myself. He stepped on the fish, now all one-hundred seventy-ish pounds of his weight and claws gripping into the body as he tore the head off savagely. Scales, bones, and blood flew as his mouth jerked away from the still-jerking fish. The end results to its' life being snuffed out. He turned to Rasputin then, his eyes searching the deep gold-brown of the birds before spitting out the head. Your reward, friend. Anubis bowed his head to the bird, and watched as he hopped toward the gift.

With a strained chuckle, the bird spoke, before driving his beak into the eye, "You're just as stupid as when I found you, you know that right." It wasn't a question, it was merely a statement, and Anubis grinned, not bothering to lick off the blood that dripped from his jaws. His stomach churned, and he padded over to his catch. With a moment of hesitation, a stray breeze carrying a forgotten memory, Anubis froze, and let out a soft growl. I'll find you, brother. He shrugged and dug in, spraying blood, water, scales, and bones all over the sand. It was no time or need to be clean, for the beach of sorts was not clean to begin with. It was littered with others' feasts, and scavengers pecked greedily at their trash. You're either eaten, or the one eating - there was no in between.