DIED BABIES

APPEARENCE --
There is no denying the perfection of such a beautiful creature of horrors. The non-existent Gods blessed the faithless being before you without a single doubt. As eyes would flow down his beastly body you would feast upon a base fur color of obsidian. That of the rock made from molten lava itself. Upon his back would be four moderate slips of neon blue. Light and firm. Such colors would contrast with perfection. They would be thickest upon his broad spine and thin out upon the middle bits of his sides. They would only spread out from the top of his shoulders to almost the middle of his back. As his head would end, right at the beginning of the chest, alabaster would invade his under bits all the way down his belly to the tip of his tail. His front two legs were matched with white paws, the back of his paws being spread with the white more so then the front of his legs. On the top bits of his front legs, just above each knee would be a little stripe of the same neon blue upon his back. Though, his hind legs were more plain. They would begin with ebony at the thigh ending with alabaster socks starting above each hock. Upon the upper bits of his thick tail would be a bit of white that filled only the middle bits, the rest being ebony until you flipped it over to see all white. Upon his face Anthrax would posses beautiful blood red eyes that seem to flash with the ever most dark emotions you could ever think of with only a glance. The boy would stand at 35 inches and weighing at 150 lbs. His form would be at a larger height but he would remain stocky, it obviously being muscle rather then fat. You could often see the behemoth slinking around like a snake. He would not come off as dominant nor would he wish to draw attention to himself, but when you get the beast riled up you would instantly notice the common dominant gestures. He would be one of shadows rather then outward dominance instantly.
PERSONALITY --
At a young age the creature would be subjected to horrors. Constant bi polar abuse from his mother. One moment licks of love the next shameless abuse. He would not dwell in his past nor would he ever feel bad for himself. For he was enraged. Due to his mother's abuse he would grow up to be a daemon. Anthrax would grow into a misogynistic being. Complete resentment of woman. Anything with the female organs would be hated instantly by him. Their voices, their looks, and their attitudes. He would see nothing but waste. The only femmes he would ever be able to handle would be his mother and his sisters. Though, that would not make him anything but heterosexual. Anthrax would find a deep love for the pleasure a woman could give him. Therefore when he sees a female the first thing he sees {other then waste} would be sex. The only woman he would honestly divulge in would be one of divinity and perfection. Then he would bless them with his royal seed, as if it were a gift. Or try to at least. Though, he and his mother would be involved in an odd relationship. At a young age he would often submit to her horrors but as he grew the boy would retaliate. Attempting to snap back, calling her horrible names, anything really. But, he would never leave his family for he has a feeling of debt to them. Dione brought him into the world therefore he would forever owe her the debt of life. Due to his mothers teachings he would be a die hard cannibal. Anthrax would aim to devour as much flesh from females he could. If just a bite. It brings him pleasure, to taste the blood of another. He would grow up to believe it was the only way of life. Yet, that would obviously not be his only way of life. The boy would learn the way of poison. He would train himself to learn the art of silently killing, assassin of sorts. Yet, he would also know how to slaughter paw to paw, per usual. He would never fear scars of death for he believes life in Alactrica is hell anyways. Anthrax would find complete joy in battle even if just a spar. He would love the feeling of his own flesh being sliced for it would make him feel only that more alive. He would never be calm, he would constantly be a pit of fire. No one could ever see him as normal for the scarring of his childhood would haunt him with each step. Yet, if a female would prove herself to him with the art of battle, sex, and feasting he could possibly take her as a mate, not saying he would remain faithful. Though, some of the more alluring traits of the boy would be the way he moves and acts. Each word would be dramatic and each set of vocals theatrical. Pauses, heavy breathing, and snapping of teeth would be evident. He is obviously completely full of himself and he would not care one bit. Anthrax is a being of horrors, commence at your own risk.
RP SAMPLE --
Alabaster paws of the daemon would slam upon the earth with complete rage. Crimson eyes were constantly full of rage but in those moments he would be full of any horribly emotion you could even think of. His eyes were locked onto the whore that crossed his path so rudely. He was furious. Her disgusting stench filling his nose as she rushed past him to catch her little prey. She even had issues catching it like the imbecile she was. But, when she saw him and just ran away with her gluttonous meal, he took it as a slap in the face. The large man bubbled with anger, how dare such a foul creature defy him of even the common courtesy of a nod. Though as he caught up to her she turned around to face him, obviously fed up with the simple chasing. Anthrax rolled her broad shoulders, his head held high and his tail completely erect in dominance. The venomous horror listened to her putrid words, "Why do you follow me, sir?" The mangy boy snorted as his words flooded from his inky jaws. "You are disgusting." The man paused for a moment, his bodice turning beginning to pace. He would look at the ground as he spoke, only looking at her when he finished with a snarl. "How dare you act so arrogant in the presence of someone who could tear you a part within a blink of an eye?" He paused, snarling once more. "I do not take kindly to such behavior, wench." He stopped, looking at her, the boy spat on the ground. The girl looked completely shocked, appalled. Her voice cracked with a loss of words. The boy would take a single step to her. "Drop the meal, creature of gluttony." She would do so, obviously frightened. The boy would snort before speaking again, "Run now, I shall seek you later, whore. You will pay for this." Anthrax could easily track her, for now he would lean down, pick up the meal and saunter back into the shadows.