Ophidian

[Vixen♥]

Other charries: Encore

Name: Ophidian
Nickname: Snake, Ian
Other Name: Cygnet
Age: 5 years
Gender: Male

Height: 32 inches
Weight: 125 lbs
Overall Description:

The black beast is rich with thick coloring, from a far one so naive will assume he is just one’s classic black wolf. His age belied by the white dip of rough fur over his muzzle, springing in hints up around his intense eyes and down the front part of his chest, making him look like the drool had drug the white down his neck. However that is not the only color that assaults him, from a dark brown to a range of red are brushed through his thick coat, appearing more blatantly based on where he is draped across with the light shining down along him. His paws also carry this white, although it seems also to carry hints of grey mixed in in the hairs.

There is no doubt that he is unable to be ignored, with his peculiar expression always placed on his features and his shaggy monstrous coat.His fur so thick around his neck it looks like the mane of a superior beast, and the luxurious stride proves he holds himself at the same height. Tall and broad, the giant male may not be the largest of the large but he is still clearly a formidable opponent in any situation. Almost with the body of one might peg for a bully walking.

Intense orange-brown wolf eyes stare out of his dark face, solid in color without much emotion in them. Sharp teeth are proven, and there is no doubt to be looked upon the lopsided mouth he has; an over bite on the right side shows a long canine that always seems to be making an appearance. It simply adds to his arrogant stroll and grumbling bass voice.

Personality:

As his name suggests, the sly tongue of the wolf is as much a snake as anything else. Curious, intelligent, cold blooded. There it no doubt in the world that the dark eyes of the wolf that will stand and come to power will not be whispered in tales for many years, and that is just the way the prideful male wishes it. There is no need for him to be conscious of other’s needs; what good has that ever done him and what good would ever come from it? No, no! There is never a need for a beast such as he to be concerned with the needs of his fellow mortals. He can be compared, suggested in jest, as akin to a wolf god but what more would anyone know? How could anyone not see how close to the truth such is?

He is a regal beast, he is powerful and ample in his life, he is capable of anything. Perhaps he is not the quickest, perhaps he seems nearly lethargic in his carrying on. Why else would he desire anything but to rule the world an allow others to soil their paws in the matter? While the arrogant words are spoken forever in confidence, the male passionate about his capabilities. All should bow down to the beast who walks the ground, who understands the woes and is here as an avenging force that all he feels is right.

The snake suffers, however. Oh yes! The secret in which they are not to know, no one can know. While the male is truly fearful, it is why he calls to the powers that have allowed him to become so magnificent. While he may be a mere mortal, most assuredly he is favored. Sweet heavens speak to him, speak in whispering tongues and urge him on his quest to victory, to domination!

All that is his, is his. There is to be no debate on how possessive the male is about what he desires, what he must do to achieve what he desires. He enjoys the flesh of the female and male alike, and dreams of a world where they will all stay at his feet, eagerly awaiting puppets. On the other hand, the male is actually consistently stressed when in the presence of others, although it rarely shows. Only the closest win his relaxation, as the male suffers from a desperate need for social isolation and has difficulty making exceptions.

Mental Health:

Ophidian suffers from: excessive night terrors, hallucinations (often his brother who will speak things to him) and severe social problems, which include anxiety when being in the presence of others (which often will present itself in show with his mood swings when the stress gets too high) and inability to bring others close to him, with the exception of the very few and persistent of those who had been in his life for a long time.

History:

Let me tell you the story of the swan and the snake.

Once upon a time, there was a pair of brothers born in a very, very cold place. The winter was long, the days were short. The cold was crisp on the bones of a mother who had never birthed young before, but the calculating, arrogant wolf known as Caustic had given up too much time waiting. The female was ready, and therefore he would take what was his. It hardly mattered that the female would freeze, it was no matter that she would die. When spring arrived, he could take what he had and leave the body that had simply been guaranteed to give the most elegant wolves in all the lands a good set of genes. He had killed the male that had looked after her, and their little pack had gone and been disbanded in terror, fleeing from the brutal male that offered the enriching experience of consuming their former leader in front of them with relish.

One was a boy, the other a warrior. One was named Cygnet, for his weakness and feathery light tawny Northern coat. The other named Ophidian for the sultry black that rivaled Caustic’s. One would rule the world, the other would be a spare. Although there was love in his heart only for the two, the equality was perfectly balanced. As time went on, and ruthless ways instilled in his glorious pair, it angered the beast - the warrior.

Blood battles soaked the land in a courageous war in attempt to defeat the aging Caustic, but none such luck would be had. The male valiantly conquered the naive, brought them under wraps with torn limbs from each. However, rather than bow to the glory of his father the other simply took to take his spot, and what stood in his way was the sickening loyalty of the boy; Cygnet.

Upon the cliffs they did go, their own duel a vibrant one laced in poison and trickery. Blood and fur flew, ripped and patterned along the ground in a cruel, cruel twist of fate. The loving brothers that had trained from day one side by side were surprisingly even matched, but the hunger in the beast took on more. With a torn shoulder, ripe from the tilted jaws of the beast, the boy went toppling over the cliffside.

Death. There could be no other way.

Consuming the piece, the evidence of his brother’s flesh (which would someday come to be the reason assuredly the warrior was haunted), he returned to claim his kingdom. What was not to be expected was a mourning, not proud father. The fury was simple, was blunt. Tricks never shown, never practiced ostracized the black warrior, the pride and joy. The one who was to take everything, banished.

It hardly mattered though, a new horizon was there. Merciful father unwilling to kill the last heir had allowed him to be sent on his way, realizing the brutality of the thing called affection, so it was banished from thought and mind. There was only blood, only death. Only power and possession. And so a land he would possess, a land he could possess, and all would bow - there would be no more weakness, no more mourning of the dead. There would only be him, and his world. Nothing else would matter. Eventually, nothing else did.


Strengths:

• Meticulous
  
• Silver-tongued
  
• Not concerned for the welfare of others
  
• Ruthless
  
• Paranoid
  
• Intelligent
  

Weaknesses:

• Compulsive
  
• Lethargic
  
• Prideful
  
• Possessive
  
• Over confidence
  
• Fearful
  

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