Praetor Imps
Which design? #1: Design 1 #2: Design 2 Personality: family oriented// From the moment he opens those brilliant eyes, he will love his family wholeheartedly. Filled to the brim with loyalty to them, bursting at the seams. It could even turn doting, when it comes to his mother. If it came down to it, he wouldn't think twice to kill for any of them. Slaughter droves, drive out armies, if it meant they would all be safe. Perhaps it is a weakness of his, but he wouldn't trade it for all of the apathy in the world. loyal// A rock amongst raging rapids, he will be all but unflappable. Nothing will shake him from those he has attached himself to. Friends, family, lovers. They can all count on him, no matter the hour or the need. When it counts, he will always be within arms reach. Just a call away. wise// Something old resides in this boy. Somehow, he picks up all the little things that others may forget. Picture the classic stereotype; cigarette in hand, taking long drags as he dispenses wisdom oh so offhandedly. It may take many moons to achieve a mind that can be so easily relied upon to offer solutions in times of need, but it will develop nonetheless. mercurial// A crux of his lineage. His mood can shift from moment to moment. Wholly unpredictable. The shifts will be quick, like a viper's strike. Not always violent. Sometimes, he will simply slide from a jovial mood to a depressive episode. The triggers will vary from time to time. He will do his best not to allow these mood swings to affect his duties, nor his ability to help those around him. However, there is no promise that he will not become aggressive and/or cruel at some point. dutiful// He will always do what is asked of him. Without fail. Such dedication may one day be the death of him. Working himself to the bone to make sure that what is asked is done. Quickly and thoroughly, without breaks in between. Perhaps he is desperate for validation, and seeks it out in the oddest of ways. Following orders will be a priority, before nearly all else. charming// There's something to be said about being well mannered. It serves him well, when interacting with others. A dip of the head here, a compliment there, and he becomes quite good at getting what he wants. Wooing others will quickly become a weapon within his repertoire, earning him a few kind words from his superiors. Beneath the aloof, easygoing demeanour, he's desperate for attention and love. It's what drives him to behave this way. domineering// A byproduct of his surroundings and his upbringing, there are times where everything about him becomes immense. Booming voice, fearless flashes of sharp ivories. Generally, this is how he puts others in their place. Not his favourite aspect of himself, but a necessary evil to assure that those below him are aware of their status. All of the charm and smooth talking only lasts to a point, and once that rope snaps, an arcane beast emerges. Skills: Intellect and Navigation Ambitions: .:This might sound.. weird? But I kind of want this kid to turn into a Succuba/muse, full of charm and honey. Always ready to rally the troops with a few gentle words and sweet nothings, more than happy to lend his body to the cause. (However, it looks like the rank might be exclusive to females?) .:Otherwise, I think those charms would suit a Zepar pretty well in terms of reaping souls and whatnot .:Pretty much always lurking around to offer a good time or a way to get someone's mind off of their troubles .:Will almost certainly learn every inch of the home territories before a year old, desperate to see everything and know what's out there Plot Ideas: .:Accidentally mouth off, become the first to illustrate to the rest of the kiddos just what happens when dear old dad gets mad at you (scar that child, physically and mentally!) .:Assert dominance over an unruly lamb? .:Get knocked down a peg for being a bit of a stuck up hoe? "I'm the prettiest! Look at me" .:Constantly be trying to lure strangers to Ruina, honing his skills from the point that he's.. 6 months? Something like that Eye Color: Red Appearance: (37-39" - Medium build) V.1 Youth// An entirely average pup, with little to draw him from the rest. At least, in terms of build. Among the sooty, ashen children of his litter, he will be a beacon of hellfire. Brilliant crimson, with eyes like smoldering coals. Mottled mahogany across his back, but no real definition to his form otherwise. Oversized paws and floppy ears. A toothy grin. Covered in downy fluff, and a thin layer of puppy fat. Far from the biggest of children ever conceived or born. He will bloom as he grows, growing lanky. Joint pain will not be uncommon, after he settles down to sleep. The proportions will fill out over time, an allusion to the man he will become. v.2 Youth// Nothing special. Just like the rest, and far from spectacular. Sooty fur mottled with fine, choking ash. Darker at the underbelly. Marked with only the vaguest hues of his future brilliance. Perhaps even a runt, comparatively. The margin between sizes is so minute, it could only be a theory at all. Bearing all of the trademark signs of youth; large paws to hint at great size, a hint of fat, and big ears. His teeth come in remarkably fast, but with quite a bit of pain on his part. As he grows, he will become a leggy creature. Prone to rather intense growing pains. It will take much time and training for him to be molded into the glorious creature he is to become.
Build// Where many others are immovable creatures, steel bones and titanium musculature, he is slender. Chiseled angles and elegant curves. A shrine to brimstone charms, birthed from the smoldering coals of hellfire. Alluring to any who dare lay eyes upon him, and intoxicating to any who pursue their desire. Well built shoulders, slender hips. Like fine wine, only getting better with maturity. Strong legs to carry him far and wide. His spine curves into a thick, plush tail. A long, curved neck to support that serpentine crown.
Coat// Lacking in the density of a northerner, and the short coat of a southerner. Perched easily on the fence, neither here nor there. Thus, he finds himself avoiding the most extreme ends of the weather spectrum. It thickens up ever so slightly around his neck and shoulders, a luxurious shawl draped languidly over him. Along his topside, it is coarser than his underbelly. v.1 v.2 |