OLYMPUS REBOOT

NAME: Apollo Olympus

APPEARANCE: Unlike the rest of his line, Apollo sticks out like a sore thumb from their dark coats and gold tints. He is on the far opposite of the scale, a stark white that no colour can penetrate. A slight pinkish hue shines under his fur, telling the tale of a true albino wolf. His eyes are without pigment, seeming to blend in well with their shades of dark pink. To make him further stand out, he is not big and strong like most Olympus family members, but tall and lanky. He was one of the only ones build for speed and endurance, not bulk and brute strength. He stands taller than most wolves at 38", weighing in at only 105 lbs.

Apollo's legs are long and skinny, his fur seeming to hang off his bones at his lack of weight. His tail seems to stand apart from his body, a long and fluffed out tail that almost appears to be feminine on him. However his large paws and impressive tail mixed with his lanky form make him a god of speed. There are not many wolves that he have met that can out run him.

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PERSONALITY: Being born the way that he was, Apollo believes that he was cursed by the gods. Even though this thought always lingers in the back of his mind, he has not given up his faith. Instead he falls even more heavily into the knowledge of the gods, wondering if he was different for a reason. Did they have some sort of plan for the albino demon? He tries to focus on that and not the sullen facts that never quite seem to leave his mind. Because of this he can come off as a bit standoffish, even more so if you catch him in the middle of pondering his existence.

Once in a better mood, Apollo is quite the talker, but his words are usually spoken in rhymes or riddles. Its rare to hear him speak without his rhyme, its a big part of his speech and who he is. Its almost as if he is singing when he speaks, is vocals well versed and flowing like music. But from this musical tongue can slide words that are not so nice, this male is easy to anger and slow to forgive. He fights with himself, trying to keep a clean and clear mind, but darkness often over takes him, lyrics picking up to a faster and darker tempo.

Apollo is a strong willed wolf, as well as a passionate lover towards females and his family. He tosses a lot of energy into his worship, feeling that he needs to make up for the doubt that he holds for them. He tries to keep his guard up, making him hard to read and even harder to understand. That guard does slip from time to time, showing his more passionate side.

The albino beast would consider it a great honour to lay down his life to protect his family, after all, he is the cursed son.

RP SAMPLE:

Night had spread over the lands, its dark cloak wrapping everything in its shroud of darkness. Not many souls wandered about at this hour, but one opaque beast sat under the star filled sky. Their soft blinking light calmed him as thoughts of the gods filled his mind as always. He was unlike those in his family line, he was not blessed with the same colouration of either branch of Olympians. He was all out on a limb of his own, his coat holding no colour what-so-ever. Apollo was cursed with the albinism gene, stripping all colour from not only his coat but his eyes as well. He looked like a soft pink demon, and although he looked like a scrawny being he made up for it with his fierce mind. His lyrics were hard and bitter as he snapped out at the sky, a growl rumbling within the still night. "Why was I born like this, not even a single colour on this soulless abyss? Is it a curse or a warning, is it a hint of future mourning? From my family I have been shunned, and for that I cannot be stunned."

Apollo let out a deep sigh, his breath fogging before his pink eyes. Were the gods setting him up for something great, or was he simply cursed to be cast away from all those he cared about? It was bad enough that he was not born of the full Olympian line and into power, but he had to be born as an albino? He was the only known one to be born as such, but it did not make him feel special at all. He was the cast away, the accursed son. He couldn't let it stop him from being great though, he just needed to work even harder to prove himself to his line. Raising to his pink tinted paws he cast his eyes away from the glittering stars, allowing himself to wander and leave his thoughts behind him. Anger coursed through him, and he just wanted to sink his teeth into something.

Lanky legs carried him to nowhere in particular, the quiet demon keeping an eye out for anything with a pulse. Maybe that would sate this endless hunger within him, maybe it would calm his raging heart. He wasn't usually like this, not that he was ever a fun loving type. He was passionate, in both his anger and his loving. Mmm, maybe that is what he needed, a different kind of action for his teeth. Moonlight illuminating his coat, he shone like his own brilliant star. Yes, perhaps a good old fashioned love session is what he needed.

Done~