Dunamis adopts

if I wasn't a narcissist I wouldn't like me either
Name: Erotas "Eros" Castor Dunamis
Gender: male
Appearance:

42" - Heavy Build
Coat & Build: Burdened with a thick, downy undercoat originating from generations of warriors whose flesh was spared the gouge of myriad fangs by its meagre protections. Thus Eros' fur is quite plush, voluminous. A delight to touch and bury oneself into, drawing the admiration of many who envy the subtle richness of texture. Creating a luxurious ruff about his neck and chest, disguising the burgeoning musculature of his thighs and shoulders with ever-so softened edges.

A palette of abyssal hues adorning a body built for war. A shadow born on a moonless night given freedom to grace the day with that cthonic figure. Eros is dark as a raven's wing, with only the vaguest hints of the oil-slick iridescence gracing his form in the light of the sun. From head to toe, only a keen eye might spot the telltale marks of his lineage. Most noticeably adorning the right half of his face, Eros wears a partial mask of charcoal grey made of elegant curves and sharp points tracing over his temple. Mismatched ears atop his crown, the right aud swallowed by the phantom's mask etched into his pelage. A few more scattered marks with the ephemeral twisting essence of trapped wraiths litter his form- upon the lower portion of his left foreleg, a digit of his hind right paw, right elbow, the underside of his tail tip, and a few streaks through the plush fur upon the right of his neck. Each of his toes are lightly painted in alabaster, the only symptom of paleness upon his unholy figure.

Above all, Eros is a veritable colossus. Standing 42" at the shoulder with the kind of bulk that lends itself easily to the grotesqueries of violence, to gaze upon him is to understand the horror of war. He was built for it, destined for it. Every infernal inch of him drips intimidation and menace. With each pull of limbs, latticework of taut musculature ripples over his body like the roiling waves at the base of a rocky cliff. His heavy skull and thick neck are almost bear like, a manifestation of power that promises incredible suffering to those who would dare incur his wrath. The planes of his face are broad and sweeping, a subtle kind of regal dignity in the angle of his cheekbones and sharp brow. Eros is handsome, in the way that a gladiator would steal the breath away after removing a blood-soaked helm and reveal features stolen directly from a Renaissance portrait. Chiseled, refined, and altogether removed from the kind of ugly brutality that he reaps.

Eyes & Voice: Betraying the soul of a lover more than a fighter- heterochromatic eyes of maroon and magenta. The hues of passion, with which he his undeniably brimming. Wreathed in lashes that should be a sin in and of themselves, such a brute is wholly unworthy of such luxury adorning his face.

Gravelly vocals wielded with the same efficiency and enviable skill as any sword. Eros speaks with the low cadence and rumbling baritones to be expected of a beast such as himself- yet he does so with the kind of enthralling gentleness and passion that demands attention. He only raises his voice on the battlefield, only cries for gore when there are no other options available. The man utilizes a type of sonorous drawl which begs others draw close, lean in to hear more. All of these core traits come wrapped in a heavy Greek accent, wavering its intensity to suit the moment as any good manipulator would.

Personality: lawful evil
Orderly & Disciplined: A place for everything, and everything in its place. Eros is an organized creature above all else. Well suited to orchestrating large moves or planning a harvest, or something as simple as a family dinner. His living quarters are tidy at all times, and his fur well groomed. In equal measures, he displays incredible self restraint. The kind of careful discipline that one could only observe in equal measure among monks sequestered in distant shrines.

Shrewd & Mistrustful: Eros' specific brand of intellect comes with a great deal of carefully placed trust. Guarded and wary at his core, though one would not know it from the way he throws himself around various social circles. It's all in the subtleties. Tactfully chosen words and half truths, personal information consistently withheld and skirted around. One must put in a great deal of legwork to wriggle under his skin, and hearts must be laid bare for careful inspection before he would consider revealing his own.

Intelligent & Calculating: there's always a scheme cooking, always a few steps ahead of the rest. Eros is smart, and he makes use of those brains at every possible turn. Socially and emotionally intelligent, which is a useful trait among his kinfolk. What are instruments without a maestro to conduct them? The man is a true Machiavellian, and has no qualms when it comes to using every dirty trick he can concoct in order to get his way. Manipulation is never off the table, though he does make a point to pick and choose his moments. Mostly for personal gain- he would never risk one of his schemes backfiring when his family or its reputation is on the line.

Charming & Lecherous: they don't call him Eros for nothing. A beacon of sensuality in spite of his carefully contained urges. He draws attention with hooded eyes and half smiles, all carefully conveyed breaks in the hardened armour of his stoic bearing. Easy on the eyes and well versed in flattery all for the sake of keeping himself entertained. Underneath all of that rigorous discipline, he is a beast of primal hedonism. He craves physical touch as a lifeline, and gathers numerous lovers as quickly as he can in order to satiate his desires. In an ideal setting, Eros would have no shortage of partners with which to occupy his time and attention. His tastes border on depraved, and so he utilizes his charms to ensure he will get his way when the time comes.

Dignified & Morally Righteous: manifesting as a regal bearing and eloquent pattern of speech, there is an air of refinement about the man. Treading the fine line between haughtiness and neutrality in order to exemplify the ideals of his lineage. Despite his manufactured image of neutrality and sociability, there are many instances in which his belief system meet with offensive notions. Those who nurture weakness, who rebuke their kin, among many others. At times, it becomes difficult to maintain his poised demeanour in the face of such repulsive ideals. Eros will not tolerate them for long. At the end of the day, the goal is to dominate and conquer, and he will ensure his lineage prevails.

Loyal & Family Oriented: at the end of the day, all that he does is with the goal of enshrining his family as one of the greats. Eros wants the clan name to echo through history until the end of all things. He works tirelessly to ensure that their lives will remain as privileged as they deserve, and that those who would stand in their way are crushed mercilessly. With his kin he is a doting, affectionate creature who tends to their whims as readily as any servant. He squabbles with his siblings as often as any other brother, but he endeavours to smooth over conflict as quickly as possible. Spars are always in good spirit, and free time is shared equally among those he cares for. There are very few sins that any of his family might commit that he sees as truly reprehensible, and will overlook far more among his kin than he would with outsiders. Rose tinted glasses, as it were.

RP Sample: Long limbs pulled cthonic form through the ever-lengthening shadows of dusk, his bulk disguised by the ephemeral nature of the waning hour. Perhaps the brute had taken a more meandering route to their destination, his attention wavering in the face of myriad distractions and allures along the way, but nonetheless he had arrived. Seeking the familiar scents of many kin who had made the same journey, preparing to regroup and be sent out on new missions by the up and coming Patriarch.

As the moon rose, a sliver of pale light ascending the bruise-dark sky, the landscape morphed and shifted with each passing minute. Yet no signs of the rest of his siblings or cousins thus far. As his paws grew weary, the Greek colossus growled quietly to himself and abandoned the useless wandering for the night. Most of the clan were dark furred, harder to pinpoint from a distance in the low light. Better to make use of all of his senses- he would resume the search in the daylight. Heavy skull lifted towards the star speckled heavens, nostrils flaring as he filled his lungs with the various scents of the area. He couldn't pinpoint any settlements that he could take advantage of for shelter, and so it would be yet another night of sleeping rough. Shaking the fatigue from thick shoulders, the titan scanned his surroundings for a suitable alcove where he could settle. The plains were largely unbroken, rolling hills and tall grasses for quite a ways in all directions. All around, the scents of large herbivores. Bison being the most notable. He hadn't seen any for quite some time in his travels, and certainly none seemed to be nearby.

The nagging concern over being trampled by a wandering grazer bade him pick his way to the scraggly scrub brush that had managed to eke out an existence at the top of a hill. A natural obstacle, something that most creatures would prefer to walk around rather than through. As good a spot as any to rest for a few hours. Heavy footfalls betrayed his arrival, fearless and unbothered by such trivialities as disguising his approach. If something had been sheltering nearby, it wasn't there when he rolled onto his belly beside the prickly shrub. Offering one last sweeping search to his surroundings, always on edge in the absence of the familiar, he tucked his legs close to his body and rested his chin on the cool ground. Tomorrow he would find out where they'd all ended up, he was certain of it.

Future plots and ideas for them: would love to take the slot for one of Erebos' siblings, but also happy to have him be a cousin who takes up a role as an advisor and diplomat. Kind of the "send the scariest looking mf we have and let him surprise everyone with his good manners" type of envoy. Also he's going to fuck. Eros fucks. Its in the name. Thinking Fighting & Intellect for skills for him? Might opt for Hunting & Intellect, who knows!