Cyberpunk Galaxy Puppies [Closed]

OOC Name: you already know who it issss (Virgil)

Character Name: Faustus Dalta Antonis
Gender: male
Alignment: True Neutral
Appearance:

less cyberpunk, more goth as option two (I'm so outrageously down for a twin-ish thing if someone else wants to use one of these designs, hmu)
Build & Coat: A strange looking creature, distinctly canine. However, the specificity of what type of canine is ambiguous. Faustus is a strange mixture of domestic and wild, Canis familiaris meets Canis lupus. There's every possibility that even more oddities exist within his bloodline, given the extent of mutations present in his lineage.

Starting from the top, those ears. Just a little bit too big for his head, with a propensity to flop forward at the tips when he runs. The cartilage isn't quite as sturdy as it is in a pure-blooded wolf. Though they stand straight upright like a wolf, they are surrounded by silky tufts of loosely curled fur, which mingles with the similarly textured fur of his cheeks to frame his angular features. The next most notable feature of his is that absurd snout. A direct manifestation of sighthound genes, it's a very long and angular muzzle set upon his narrow skull. With those sharp cheekbones and delicate brows, Faustus wears his mixed-breed lineage well.

The canine oddity has a slender and swan-like neck, with surprisingly strong and defined shoulders. He's a runner, he's a track star. He lacks the barrel-shaped chest of a sighthound, and the lung capacity that comes with it. Even the dramatic tuck of the waistline is lacking here, instead there's a subtle upward curve of tummy into waist. Faustus' thighs match his shoulders stacked musculature, rippling with each stride. The pretty canine is less dainty than one would expect with such a leggy physique, standing 40" tall. Faustus is a svelte, strong creature designed for speed and agility. He's got the narrow chest and big paws from his lupine genes, alongside sleek musculature from his mother. A distinctively dog-gene abberation from his father's lineage, Faustus has the double-dewclaws on fore and hind limbs one might see in a Beauceron.

Faustus inherited the dense, downy undercoat of a wolf to add bulk to what would otherwise be a thin, silky smooth coat. His fur is long, bordering on entirely unmanageable for a scatterbrain like himself. It curls at the ends, and often needs to be braided or pinned up when he's out and about to avoid catching every bit of debris he happens upon. It's the longest around his throat and along his tail, accentuating the curving lines of his neck running down to his chest and shoulders, and dragging on the ground when his tail is lowered.

(describing coat colours depending on design go here)

Eyes & Voice: Those eyes of his, they're all wolf. There's something intangibly wild in them, despite the warmth that radiates from within. One couldn't look him in the eyes and deny his lupine heritage, they're the most distinctly wolf part of him. Where most eyes could be likened to gemstones or fathomless pools, Faustus' gaze is nothing short of lightning in a bottle. The striking cyan blue of electricity, with the intensity of a storm lingering in his stare. Pale enough to be silver in some lighting, but undeniably electric.

Faustus has a lilting, sonorous voice. Deceptively deep, with a surprising baritone tombre. He's rather quiet, soft spoken. There's some of the telltale rumbling of a wolf's voice when he speaks, a hint of a growl.

Stance & Gait: His posture varies depending on the setting. Faustus tends to retreat into himself among strangers, shoulders slouching and ears tipped back nervously. Cautious movements, head held low to try and avoid the attention of those around him. Not that one can really hide.. any of that. Furtive eyes, searching for anything to distract himself from the presence of those around him.

Among friends and family, or simply when he's on his own, Faustus is a whole different beast. Head high, practically prancing along. You can really see the ears flip flopping around when he's in his element, and get to admire the way his wavy-curly fur moves with the motions of his strange body.

Quirks & Mutations: Blessed by a mysterious force beyond his ken, Faustus has inherited the curved ram horns of his mother. They look out of place on him, accentuate his angular features and oversized ears as they curl around the upright auds. Dark as night, but slow growing. When he's born, there's no sign of them. It takes a few weeks before the first little nubbins of keratin break through the flesh of his crown, and then the entirety of his first year until they can even be properly characterized as ram's horns. It won't be until his second year of life that Faustus' horns reach his jawline.

His second obvious oddity is only noticeable when he opens his mouth. His tongue isn't pink like usual, instead mottled with grey throughout. When he smiles, when he's content, one can't help but notice the strange colouration.

Personality:
Reserved: One might call it being mistrustful, wary even. For the most part, Faustus is a buttoned up individual. He tends to keep his thoughts to himself under most circumstances, and holds back on speaking up. He tends to keep his emotions close to the chest, and would prefer to avoid emotionally volatile situations. In the interest of self-preservation, he maintains an even-keeled demeanour and feigns apathy in most situations in the hopes that no one will look too closely at the marshmallow-softness at the core of his being.
Curious: The boy is a scholar at heart, eager to learn and know and understand. He loves nothing more than his books and his scrolls. It's a unique privilege to be able to learn from books, and he doesn't waste a moment of that opportunity. Faustus eagerly accepts any lessons offered, and soaks up information without bias. It's part of what makes him enjoy travelling, as it grants him the ability to interact with strangers who can potentially impart new wisdom and knowledge.
Empathetic: He's a softie. Ill-suited to the cruel world in which he was born. Fond of rescuing little creatures and watching sunsets. He takes on the pain of his loved ones readily, often to his own detriment. Faustus is brimming with love, and he can't help it. To his credit, his empathy makes him very quick to befriend others, and he forms networks of friendly connections everywhere he goes.
Affectionate: perhaps a bit of a mama's boy, but also undeniably just a sweet boy in general. Faustus is eager to impart affection on his friends and family. He's a huge fan of cuddle puddles and sharing time with those around him, and prefers to spend his free time with someone else within arm's reach.
Gentle: not a mean bone in his body, really. Honestly, Faustus isn't even a pacifist- he's outright harmless. Even in childhood, the playful wrestling that comes with having siblings doesn't involve much bloodshed. He'd prefer to lay in the grass and watch the clouds, or read his books. Hunting is s difficult thing for him, and he's easily dissuaded from targeting prey by witnessing acts that demonstrate a soul, a consciousness, anything that triggers that empathy response in him.
Dedicated: there's something that lives deep in his marrow, vestiges of a hellbent, work-driven lineage that demands Faustus pursue his goals and see his tasks to their completion. He forgoes food, drink, sleep. All in the interests of whatever project he's most recently picked up. He will go for weeks, months, it doesn't matter how long he needs to be holed up in a cave, or marching endlessly across vast swathes of landscape. If it is not finished, it must be seen to its conclusion.
Scatterbrained: almost as a direct act of spite on behalf of the universe, Faustus is forgetful to a fault. There are so many things in his head at all times, he isn't able to manage all of that information in a neat and efficient manner. He leaves things laying about, walks into rooms and promptly forgets why he entered, and quite often misplaces his tools. Hygiene tends to go by the wayside in the depths of his research-driven madness, as he simply forgets that his long fur needs regular tending. Poor thing, it's hard being so smart and also so incredibly smooth-brained.
Self-Conscious: Being a mutt, he struggles with his own self image. He's such an oddity, and Faustus often finds himself under scrutiny by those around him. It makes him nervous, uneasy. He hates the judgement, the disdain. By the time he's grown up, he tends to steel himself whenever he encounters anyone new. Leans into that stoic expression and standoffish demeanour, hoping that having his guard up will prevent the stares from feeling like knives. (This is heavily dependent on whether or not he actually gets bullied as a kid, so it may get scrapped after IC interactions throughout his youth!)

Skills: Intellect & Navigation
Plans: be a goofy little scholar-type, roaming around and collecting fun and funky experiences and knowledge and stuff. Basically be a disappointment to his lineage for being dogshit (badumtiss) at fighting. Gonna get him some glasses because I gotta, and have him hang beads and stuff from his horns and braids. Also I'm good to cover canine pass & fullbody odd colour & mutation!