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OOC Name: molotovkisses
Character Name: Malum Tenebris Dunamis

Design/Appearance: I instantly loved this pre-made design: https://www.deviantart.com/stash/012nth9f5d3h
Malum is an imposing wolf of unusual size and striking appearance. His coat is primarily jet-black, broken by stark white markings, and his eyes are mismatched - one amber, one ice-blue. Larger than average due to his dire wolf lineage, Malum moves with a predatory grace that hints at his formidable strength and agility.

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Personality: Malum is a master manipulator, a soul who thrives on power, control, and maintaining rigid order. Though outwardly disciplined and composed, his true nature is ruthless and calculating, using fear and manipulation to maintain his dominance. His sharp mind and strategic insight make him dangerous, while his lawful nature ensures he uses systems of power to his advantage, bending them to suit his ends. In relationships, Malum is charming but ultimately self-serving, using those closest to him as tools in his pursuit of dominance. He thrives on conflict, fear, and secrets, making him a terrifying opponent who is always several steps ahead of those who challenge him. In a world where order is power, Malum will stop at nothing to ensure that he’s the one pulling the strings.

Any other info: Compulsively collects secrets, an intolerance for imperfection, and a touch aversion

Roleplay Sample: Malum stood at the edge of the crumbling parapet, the cold wind weaving through his thick, onyx fur, ruffling the silken strands as he surveyed the valley below. The moon hung low in the sky, a sickle of pale light cutting through the darkness, casting its faint glow over the barren landscape. From this height, everything seemed insignificant—the twisted trees, the winding rivers that had long since dried up, the distant flicker of wildfires clinging hungrily to the forest's edge. He was the embodiment of his lineage, a scion of the Dunamis, born into a legacy that demanded both reverence and fear.

He felt the weight of silence pressing down, thick and smothering, yet it was a silence he craved. In the stillness, he could think. Plan. Control.

He turned his gaze back to the valley, where the silhouettes of his kin moved like shadows, each step deliberate and charged with purpose. Loyalty was etched into their very being, an unspoken oath that bound them together, but Malum understood the delicate balance of power. He was not merely a participant in this game; he was a player, always calculating, always observing. The weight of expectation hung heavily upon him, but he wore it like armor.

As the night deepened, the howl of the wind grew sharper, and he felt the stirrings of unrest among the packs. Rumors of dissent had reached his ears, whispers of discontent that threatened to unravel the carefully woven fabric of their society. He relished the thought; chaos was merely another tool to be wielded, a means to assert his dominion.

In the shadows of the night, Malum smiled, a slow, cold expression that barely touched the edges of his amber eyes. The game was shifting, and he intended to be at the center of it, as always. His bloodline had promised him greatness, and he would seize it—no matter the cost.

In the world of the Dunamis, strength was paramount, and Malum intended to rise above all, a dark star in a constellation of power.

Plots for them: I was thinking that he gets some major character development at some point and let's some of the blades in his artillery dull a bit over time. Perhaps striving at all costs for a title or some form of power, only to realize how far he's truly gone (that line he crossed is like...miles behind him) and make some sort of shift. Or maybe something else if a really smooth plot unfurls naturally!