Plagam Extremam Infligere

[General SigmaButt σ]

"[smear:ff0000]And while the law has many penalties for the atrocities we inflict on others,
there are no punishments for the terrors that we inflict on ourselves[/smear:7b19e6:1]"
• S Ι G M Λ •
ALSO KNOWN AS:
<sup>General Dick Biscuit
Major General Dick Biscuit
Mogar Sexysticks Del Rey
Does Not Compute
Gog Noggler
Fog Goggler
Gog Noggling Fog Goggler
Farfigschiter
Feggle Dong
The Diddler
Diddler's Delight
Did Squiddler
The Squiddler
Orifice Squiddler
Officer Hot Pants
President Diddlez
President Dick Biscuit
President Norkington
boobs (courtesy of Flighty)
The Funk
Funkmeister
Dongle Throng
Dongzilla
Fod Woggler
Wick Diggler
FUBAR
Long Dong Silver
Scaramouche
Bruh
I HATE
The Dick Brigade
Tuna Town Transit Authority
Peef Rimgar
Disappointing
The Bosom of Understanding
General SigmaButt

SIGMA'S THEME SONG
(Composed by Beg Deggler Befera)
"[smear:ff0000]We deggle-ate but I guess we're really diddling ourselves
roughing up our squids so we're ready when the diddle time comes[/smear:ff8800:1]"

Legend has it, if you chant that whilst spinning around three times at the midnight hour,
The Diddler will appear behind you and diddle you.</sup>

- - MALES
^{---THE META - the mercenary - The Syndicate - Reach
--- HARKNESS - the android - The Syndicate - Reach
--- THANE - the spiritual assassin - Altus
--- CYCLONE - the anchor in the storm - The Syndicate - Reach
--- CHURCH - the alpha - Altus
--- ANIKETOS - the dragon king - Imperium}

FEMALES - -
^{VITTORIA - the mobster - The Syndicate - Reach ---}

- ON HOLD -
^{--- JOHNNY GUITAR - the prodigal son
--- OPHELIA - the free spirit}

^{Click names for their biographies.}

[General SigmaButt σ]

we are
^THE Μ Ξ Τ Λ

Character Name: The Meta
Breed: Belgian Draft x Appaloosa x Percheron
Gender: Male
Height: 18.2hh
Age: 6
Color: Palomino
Markings: Blanket; Blaze
Mane & Tail: Ivory
Eyes: Gold with red around the outside.
Health:
--Mental: 50%
---Severe Multiple Personality Disorder
---Anger Issues
---Schizophrenia
---Bipolar
--Physical: 99%
---Large scar carved into his face
Allegiance: The Syndicate
Sexuality: Pansexual

Genetics: ee/Aa/nCr/nZ

History: The Meta had not always been 'The Meta'. No, he had gone by a different name what seemed like eons ago. That name died with all those who knew him. He was always an intimidating figure, even as a colt. There was something in those fiery eyes that set others on edge; a hunger, undying and fierce. His family feared he'd grow to become a 'Dark'.

They left his grandmare to care for the quickly growing yearling and to this day, she is the only being who could strike fear into his heart and bring out his meek side. She was not evil, nor was she abusive. No, she loved him dearly, but she was a strict teacher. He was kept busy with tasks to keep him from causing trouble, and on the off chance he did do wrong, she would pile more work on, teaching him responsibility. He could never lie to her or hide a thing. Truthfully, he did not want to lie to her or disappoint her. From her, he got his strong disposition and drive.

When he turned two, he joined his alliance's equivalent of an army. It did not take long for him to become adept in the art of warfare. He was put in a division with other talented soldiers. All were brutal in efficiency and absolutely ruthless. He was among the top six for quite some time, though he never did reach number one and he was quite alright with that. He could respect those who could best him in battle.

It was during the end, before the collapse of the entire division, that things started going wrong. Their leader seemed to disregard them as living individuals and drove many of them to death and insanity with the tactics used to make them more efficient killing machines. Meta was one of those who began to lose his mind.

The madness began with one voice, Sigma. It had a lulling, yet eerie tenor to it. There was a heat, a fire, the enshrouded the voice, made him almost tangible to Meta. The voice spoke, gave Meta migraines, and slowly began to take control. It told Meta it needed the other 'fragments', the other 'pieces' to become whole. The voice often spoke of 'Metastability', which is where he got his new name. But most often, it spoke of 'the Alpha'. It was obsessed, practically worshiped the unknown entity.

Sigma infected Meta's mind; poisoned him from the inside out. Meta fought the voice, but he was not strong enough to withhold forever. Sigma pointed out Meta's teammates, told Meta who to kill to gain what fragment, and so Meta listened. First was the Number One soldier. She would gain him two. He could not take her head on, she was superior in combat. Sigma, however, would not relent. So, at her weakest moment, he struck, knocking her off the edge of a precipice. Somewhere in his subconscious, where he could still think clearly, he was mortified and mourned for her. She had been one of his closest friends. From her he gained Eta and Iota.

Eta and Iota hardly spoke, yet were always intertwined. Meta learned each fragment had a representation. Eta and Iota were Love and Happiness. Sigma was Creativity and Ambition. To gather all would be to create a whole other being. That was Sigma's goal. Just like Sigma, Eta and Iota were entirely obsessed with the 'Alpha'. It was all they spoke of, where he was, how to get him. Alpha, Alpha Alpha, ALPHA! Meta began to crave the Alpha, wanted the Alpha for his own. He became obsessed as well. It is how he got the symbol carved upon his face. With the direction of Sigma, Meta cut it into his flesh to show his dedication to the enigmatic figure.

The next on Sigma's list, and perhaps the hardest morally, was the kindest soldier he knew. Meta got to him after the collapse of their division. The target was with his twin sister, who was a bitter and selfish bitch, so unlike her brother it was shocking. He attacked them, focusing on bringing down the brother, but watching the sister as well. It was heartbreaking, for the brother constantly tried to protect his sister, and she merely wanted to show him up. When it began to look bad for the twins, she turned and set her own brother up for death, knowing Meta wanted him. His subconscious wept for the brother as the pain of betrayal and sadness of defeat glared in his fading icy eyes. With him, Meta gained Theta.

Theta was, and perhaps still is, the hardest to handle, not for being volatile or particularly strong, but for the fact that Theta represents innocence. No innocence could survive with Meta, so the child-like voice suffers endlessly. Hearing the voice of colt weeping and screaming in pain is one thing Meta finds difficult to handle.

Next came Delta, the logic. His voice is always calm, if not a bit in the dry humor range. He most often stays with Theta, surprisingly. Meta finds Delta one of the only he likes. Then came Gamma, who represented deceit. The voice was robotic in tone, and, naturally, Meta could not trust a word it spoke. However, it did have a knack for knock knock jokes. Omega was next. He is perhaps the worst, as Omega is the rage 'fragment'. His voice is raspy and he wants nothing but to kill all who he notices, including the other voices and Meta himself. It is almost impossible for Meta to control him.

Finally came Beta. Meta had taken down the strongest opponent he had ever faced. With her demise brought the Beta fragment, who seemed more like the ghost of her than a fragment. There was no controlling her. She is the only who Omega cannot overpower. He was so close to Metastability, to his goal, and he was never in more pain. Eight voices, some more like entities than just voices, took refuge in his head and drove him more and more mad. There was but a sliver of his own person left. He was more of an empty husk, a vessel, than a living being. Just like the first, the rest were utterly transfixed with 'The Alpha'. It's all that ever roams his mind. Finding 'The Alpha'.

He's missing only two fragments, Epsilon, the memories, and The Alpha. That's why he's here, to find Epsilon, and more important, Alpha.

Personality: Meta used to be somewhat kind, if not funny when he felt like it. He was always a bit offstandish and intimidating to others. Growing up virtually around only his grandmother didn't exactly prepare him for communicating with others. To avoid embarrassing himself, he simply kept silent in the background, which only made him more frightening to some. It always amused him to see how others assumed he'd eat them for so much as looking at him wrong.

Before the voices took over, he was a team player and incredibly loyal. He would throw himself in the line of fire and take damage meant for others. He was never much of a leader, to be honest. He's good at following orders. Perhaps that's why the voices could take control of him like puppet masters. Now, he's no team player. He's a rogue, and if it'll get him closer to his goals, a 'gun for hire'. Despite his insanity, he's still a damn good fighter.

Many don't notice his madness upon meeting him, as he still retains his stoicism from his past. However, it can be apparent when he gets into conversation, as the tenor of his voice may change, as well as how he acts, which personality has taken over. It is nigh impossible to get close to him as he has no loyalties to any other than the voices and 'the Alpha'. It's Delta, Theta, Eta, and Iota that keep Meta from becoming a sociopathic killing machine.

Without them, he'd probably kill any who he believes knows anything of the Alpha after torturing the information out of them. Gamma, Sigma, and Omega fuel that particular fire. Beta is neither here nor there. She does as she pleases and doesn't give a flying fuck about any of them. She seems to hate yet love the Alpha and knows more than the others about him.

Because of his personality and mind being so fragmented, he may seem like he can only feel one particular emotion at a time, rather than a mixture of them. When he meets others, it is usually Delta, Sigma, or Meta himself who greets his company.

* Picture: Click

Relationships:
Wicca (aka Bitchzilla) - unexplainable - You insufferable fucking bitch. I can't go one day without you attached to my goddamn hip...and I can't believe I might actually be okay with that.
Dietrich - broship - Bros before hoes, amirite? No need to be jealous, D. I've got enough dick to go around.
Harkness - broship - I still don't know what the fuck is going on in your head but hey, your fights with D are entertaining, so keep it up.
Furatis Vox - broship (bromance?) - 'Eyyyyy, Foxy Voxy.
Satanael - love - my son. I might be hard on you, but I do it for a reason. You might not see it that way, but I hope you will one day.
Cyclone - love - my son. Please, keep an eye on your brother. He trusts you more than me.
Vittoria - uncle-ish love - Hark's daughter. You picked up his attitude, no doubt. You're a sassy little shit, you know that? Better watch who you run that mouth to, kid.  The Family won't always be there to back you.
Condonarre - uncle-ish love- Tori's brother. I see you got the attitude too. Jfc, three of you. Please, just make sure you and your sister don't bring an angry mob back to Reach.
Parents: Not Here
Home: Reach
Allegiance: The Syndicate
Rank: Mercenary Leader || Founder
Mate: Witchcrypt
Children: Cyclone [x Witchcrypt; twin; male]
Satanael [x Witchcrypt; twin; male]
Guillotine [x Harkness x Dietrich; twin; female]
Gallows [x Harkness x Dietrich; twin; male]
Breeding Spots: 
x Witchcrypt [completed]
x Beta
x Harkness x Dietrich [completed]
x Witchcrypt x Selven 
x Witchcrypt
x
Biography with Example Post: Click

<sup>Plot Thread:
Threads:

Client - Contract - Payment
Pending Contracts: Withcrypt - Combat Training - Undetermined.
Active Contracts: None
Completed Contracts: None
Terminated Contracts: None

Link to his Résumé: Click
Link to his Contract: Click


Other: 
Wicca has his manly bits under lock and key. You want to touch Meta, speak to her. In the meantime, he sincerely hopes this works.
(Thanks Beg Deggler! :'D <3<3)

Awards: Stallion OTM - May-June 2014</sup> 

[General SigmaButt σ]

ON HOLD

_{And in the flames}
O P H E L I A
^{Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire}

<sup>*Adopted from Fallen*

Name: Ophelia
Breed: Brabant X Shire X Anglo Arabian
Gender: Female
Height: 16.2hh
Age: 2
Color: Smokey Black
Mane & Tail: Gray
Eyes: Left: Silver Right: Black
Markings: Two silver markings in the shape of circles on the forehead, in between nostrils.
Health:
--Mental: 100%
--Physical: 100%
--Genetics: Ee/aa/nCr

Heart: Light

History: Ophelia was born here to the well-known dark mare, Vendettra and the dark stag, Charybdis. Despite her shaded heritage, Ophelia has strayed from that path and has chosen to walk the way of the lights. Whether that is a personal preference or merely a result of her being shielded from the evils of the world has not yet been determined. For a long time, she followed her brother, Triton, and he, in turn, protected her. He kept her from being led astray and saved her child-like innocence and naivety from corruption. For that, she thinks the world of him. Unfortunately, she could not always be protected and with time, they seemed to have drifted. Ophelia cannot recall when it is she last seen her dear sibling. It is bittersweet, but understandable. All must grow up at some point.

Despite her brother's constant vigilance and attempts to keep her from the darkness of her own blood, Ophelia grew close with her mother, Vendettra, and feels no ill emotions toward her. She loves her just as she is and would not hesitate to heed her dame's call.

Personality: *Original* Very shielded from the world. Although Ophelia knows of the darkness, she does not acknowledge it. She adores her mother and brother and has decided to stay alongside her sibling.
With time, Ophelia has matured, but she has never lost her sense of wonder with the world and still maintains her callow view of life and its inhabitants.

As she grows, Ophelia will become more and more free-spirited. No ties can hold her down and no bars keep her from running. She has a wanderlust sense of adventure. Naturally, she will see darkness and experience pain, but it cannot keep her from loving life and all it has to offer.

In her own way, she will try to help others. It is a weakness of hers. She cannot turn a blind eye to a being in need. She also believes that, in turn, none can turn a blind eye to her; that someone will always be there to rescue her if she needs it.

She is cheerful and open, exuberant and proud. There is no downing this dove. She is as free as the wind and as wild as her heart desires. To her, there are no limitations. There are no excuses for time wasted and no sin worse than keeping your heart locked away, your dreams cast in chains. To her, that is just a result of fear and inhibition. Never take 'No' for an answer if it is blocking your path to your soul's desire. She never lets others make decisions for her and expects others to respect that.

* Picture: Click

Kinship:
Vendettra x Charybdis
Triton >full sibling
Omen & Onyx>- V x Zero
Geb, Cairo, Lacrymosa>- V x Bastet
Lucretia & Ramses>- V x Akashka
Apology>- V x ?
Dallas>- V x Bane

Associations:
Vendettra. Mother, I can see why Triton despises you... but nonetheless, I will always love you like you have loved us.
Charybdis. Triton Despises you as well...
Triton. Dear brother, I see why you despise mother, but she loves you boundlessly as do I.

Liaisons:
None.

Offspring:
None.

Home:
Allegiance: Undetermined (put on hold before decided)
None.

Rank:
None.

Script Hues:
Main : 7a3b45
Words : 99627a
Biography with Example Post: Here
Plot Thread: None
Threads: &bullet; the logic of all my dreams &bullet; |Open - Open</sup>

    

[General SigmaButt σ]

ON HOLD

You say I'm a FREAK I say I am FREE
come take a shot at me
I love the way you hate me
i don't care if i'm not good enough for you
i don't care if i don't live the life you want me to

[smear:008080]J O H N N Y . G U I T A R[/smear:cc0000:1]

I don't care what you wanna think of me

'Cause all you are is everything that I don't wanna be

You say I'm INSANE I say you're AFRAID

I get stronger from the pain

I love the way you hate me

Name: Johnny Guitar
Breed: Appaloosa x American Quarter Horse x Anglo Arabian
Gender: Male
Height: 16.3hh
Age: 3
Color: Bay Splash Roan Blanket
Mane & Tail: Mixture of Black, Crimson, and White
Eyes: Silver-Blue
Health:
--Mental: 95% - Masochistic, slight Authority Issues, mild Depression
--Physical: 100%

Heart: Light

History: Johnny G was born a dark. His parents were the King and Queen of the alliance. He was not the first born between the two, and as such, was not given much attention. His older brother was the heir and far more privileged. Being darks, they felt that love was more of a hindrance than anything, so that, naturally was neglected to be given as well. Johnny wanted to get the approval of his parents, wanted them to at least notice him, because he seemed too unimportant to give the time of day. But no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, they just didn't care. He wasn't good enough for them. They already had their heir. Johnny was just a contingency plan. He was never meant to be born, but now that he was, he may as well be made useful.

The only mind paid to him was the scholars who schooled him, teaching him how to act. He was not, by any means, to shame the family. Even if he was useless, he could not act or show it. If his brother were to pass before he could bear a suitable heir, then Johnny would take his place. However, that seemed unlikely, as his brother was the epitome of perfection; everything Johnny wasn't. Johnny started out adoring his brother, just like the rest, wanting to be like him and gain his approval. He tried so very hard to emulate his big brother, but, again, he just wasn't good enough. That idolization turned into bitter resentment. He did not envy his brother, not really anyway. The only thing he envied was the attention he got from the rest of his family.

Sick of it, he started rebelling. He went out of his way to disobey his parents and brother. He would look for fights, cause problems, and just be a nuisance. His parents did not take this lightly, not at all. He was punished severely, but he did not stop. They were finally paying mind to him. Granted, they weren't happy and were hurting him more, but at least they noticed him. So, he continued being a trouble maker, if for nothing more than to have them look at him for more than ten seconds at a time.

No matter the punishments, he kept going. But, he couldn't keep up his act. It was wearing on him. His young frame couldn't keep taking pain upon pain. Soon, and part of him tried to deny it, even though he knew it to be true, his parents would just dispose of him. They'd only put up with his trouble for so long. After all, he wasn't really worth the trouble, was he? That was what they, everyone called him. Trouble. His name wasn't Johnny Guitar at the time, nor was it Trouble. It was Profligate. He was the Prodigal Son, always shamefully wasteful and immoral; immoral in a Darks' sense, anyway. He would not hurt the innocent or condemn the lights. He went against everything a dark was, spit on their traditions and ways, just to spite his family. That was the last straw.

The only thing that saved him from a cruel execution was a guard who had more heart than the others. He swept Johnny G away the night before the gallows. The guard knew his life was on the line. Once they found both of them missing, the family would know exactly what happened and would hunt them relentlessly. He protected the colt for as long as he could, but the militia caught up to them eventually. Sending the foal off, he faced them alone. Johnny wanted to stay, but he couldn't. His heart broke as he watched his savior facing the soldiers he once stood beside. Johnny did the one thing he's good at; he ran.

Personality:
Bitter
Johnny is a very angry individual. He doesn't let his anger out on those who don't deserve it, but he doesn't try to hide it either. He's incredibly bitter because of his neglect, and as a result of that, he has also become quite...

Rebellious
It's a miracle if he willingly follows orders. He has an intense hatred of anyone in power because of his parents. Johnny G doesn't like any royal or high-ranking and powerful person on sheer principle, but he's willing to give them a chance to prove him wrong. It's rare if they do. He goes out of his way to do the exact opposite of what they want. In fact, he is exactly the opposite of what his parents wanted of him. He's spiteful like that.

Masochistic
He seems to be a glutton for pain. He'll pick fights he has no chance in winning, enter situations that will only harm him, and take risks that are out of his favor. Perhaps he's just waiting for the moment when he doesn't get lucky and get out of it. Perhaps he truly gets pleasure from the pain. All anyone knows is that he will actively seek ways to cause himself harm without actually harming himself. He seems to attribute receiving pain with getting attention.

Driven
Johnny's a very, very determined individual. No matter how many times he gets knocked down, he'll get right back up and keep fighting. If he wants something, he'll get it eventually. Nothing can stop him.

Cold
Due to the cold treatment he was given, he gives that coldness right back to everyone. He is distrusting of others, so he hardly gives them a passing courtesy, despite being light. He's cool, but he's not cruel or mean. Johnny's simply....broken.

Strong-Willed
Along with being driven, he's incredibly strong-willed. He refuses to conform to others ideals and cannot be pressured into doing anything he doesn't want to. That's one of the few things he's kept from his parents. That and his tendency to be...

Prideful
Yes, he's very, very prideful, almost to a fault. His parents were narcissistic and even more prideful than him. He, thankfully, did not inherit their conceit, but the ego did not pass him up. He takes slights personally and could be rather easy to prompt for a tussle because of his pride.

Independent
He's incredibly independent, perhaps fatally so. That, mixed with his pride is a deadly combination. He'd rather writhe in pain and die than ask for help. It makes him feel weak. If there's any chance he can do it himself, he will. If offered help, chances are he'll decline. Even if he knows he needs help, he won't take it. It needs to be forced upon him for him to take it.

Afraid
This is one thing he won't show or tell. He's an ostentatious creature by nature, but underneath it all, he's really just afraid. He's still only a colt, after all. He's afraid of death, afraid of living, afraid of becoming his parents. Afraid of being hurt. He may like pain, but he can't take betrayal. There's just been too much instability in his life already.

Hurt
He's hurting something fierce. From the time he could understand the warmth of approval and cold pain of rejection, he's been hurt. Left and right, those he sought guidance and approval from shot him down harshly, and that left a huge impact on him. All his rage and bitterness stems from his pain.

Fighter
No matter how much he's been tossed around and hurt in every sense of that term, he will keep kicking. Against all odds, he'll keep fighting. He's a scrapper, liking to pit himself against others, feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins of a good rumble. He's tasted his own blood more than is health and may even be missing a tooth or two from the numerous brawls. He's got scars flecking his young hide and he wears them with pride.

Searching
Johnny G is searching for many things. He's searching for a new beginning, a permanent end, meaning to his life, safety, glory, but perhaps most definitive, a mentor. He might deny, but subconsciously he's looking for someone to guide him, teach him right from wrong, give him approval, and maybe even the warmth of acceptance.

* Picture: Click Nothing fancy this time. :| I'm lazy.

Relationships: None
Parents: Not Here
Home: None
Allegiance: Undetermined (put on hold before decided)
Rank: Rogue
Biography with Example Post: Click
Plot Thread: Click
Song: Love the Way You Hate Me by Like a Storm

[General SigmaButt σ]

_{But I'm done with that life.
I'm through with being someone's property.}

[smear:00ccff]H A R K N E S S[/smear:ffffff:1]

^{I am not malfunctioning!} 

^{Since when is self determination a malfunction?}

^{Character Name: Harkness (aka A3-21)}

Breed: Lusitano x Paint x Quarter Horse X Mustang x Shire x Friesian

Gender: Male

Height: 17.2hh

Age: 5

Color: Grullo Sabino/Splash

Markings: Sabino/Splash

Mane & Tail: Bright Flaxen with White Tips

Eyes: Piercing Bright Electric Blue

Health:

--Mental: 90% - Delusions, Photographic Memory

--Physical: 100% 

Heart: The Syndicate
Sexuality: Asexual

History: Harkness believes he was manufactured, a living android. His product tag was 'Android 3-21', or A3-21 for short. He believes his memories as a colt are fake; merely memories inserted into his head to make him more like a real, living being than a machine. He was created in a place called 'The Commonwealth', a place where androids were created, sold, and essentially used as servants. He was programmed to obey every order his master gave him, no matter the ethical and moral dilemmas. If he were ordered to kill, he would kill. If he were ordered to rape, he'd rape. He may not have wanted to, but his programming prevented him from denying. 

One thing Harkness was unable to do is look up to the sky. His creators believed that looking up into the vast, limitless expanse would inspire a desire for freedom, that if the prisoners could only look at their boundaries and limitations, it would instill a sense of docility. They were servants, after all. Their eyes should never drift up from the ground and their targets. He was made incapable of looking into the eyes of his master and higher-ups unless his master told him to. He could not fight back. He could not speak unless ordered to. If his master told him to stop breathing, he would. There was no freedom for Harkness.

One of his jobs was to hunt down escaped prisoners. They were deemed 'malfunctioning' and 'rogue'. There was something wrong with them if they did not follow their masters orders. At least, that's what his master had told him. And everyone knows a rogue AI has to be either brought in to be fixed or simply brought down. Whenever he caught one, they would cry, plead, try to get him to see it from their perspective, get him to overcome his 'programming'.

Eventually, he did. His complex systems started to enable him to think for his self. One day, he found himself looking to the sky, taking in the moon and the stars. It was....beautiful. Beautiful and inspiring. He finally understood why he had never been allowed to look up. One day, while hunting down a rogue, he ran and never went back. Other hunters were sent after him, for surely his master would not be pleased he escaped.

There were a few close calls, but he has so far evaded capture. He's seen many lands, met many faces, and now he's in RLTW, looking to be free once and for all. He changed his name from A3-21 to Harkness to signify his start of a new life and end of being someone's property.

Personality: 

Deluded

First and foremost, Harkness, formerly A3-21, believes he's an android and his memories were tampered with. He believes he's made of metal and wires on the inside, simply made to look and act like a real equine. When he bleeds, he believes it is synthetic, that everything about him is synthetic. No one can dissuade him otherwise.

Serious

He's incredibly serious. Some think he lacks a sense of humor, which isn't true. He does have a sense of humor, it's just not very prominent. He faces every person and every problem as if it were life and death.

Intelligent

Harkness is a very intelligent being. He is not a genius, but not much at all can stump him. Usually, the things that confuse him are emotions and anything that does not coincide with what he believes is 'normal' and 'protocol'.

Observant

He's also incredibly observant. Nothing gets by him unchecked. Being that he believes he's an android, he systematically checks everyone and everything around him as if it were part of his programming.

Stick in the Mud

Another thing about him believing himself to be an android is that he doesn't know how to have fun. He isn't tempted to do anything even remotely enjoyable. He likes to sit back and observe everyone and everything, filing away the data and making calculations. If others try to get him to have fun, his answer is: 

That's Against Protocol

That's his catchphrase. When someone wants him to do something he isn't 'programmed' for or something he deems inappropriate, he tells them 'No. That's against protocol.' He will stop others from doing anything they're doing to remind them of that as well. He will try and keep everyone in line and on track.

Stoic

Harkness has very few facial expressions. The main, default expression is completely blank; straight-lipped and serious eyes. Hardly anything surprises him. One could do magic right in front of him and he'll just give them his 'no-nonsense' look and his phrase 'That's against protocol. Knock it off.' If something manages to catch him off-guard, he'll try and get it to compute in his head, or file it away for further examination. He takes everything with a clinical perspective.

Paranoid

He's also incredibly paranoid. Not in the sense that he thinks everyone's out to get him, but in the sense that he's wary of his surroundings and those in it. Due to his past as a runaway prisoner, he's always looking out for anyone who might try and capture him.

Guardian

He's a terrific guard, whether it be because someone hired him or because it's his job for where he lives. His photographic memory combined with his robotic tendencies and unwavering sense of duty makes him an ideal guard. He has a tendency to be a bit rough with any prisoners or trouble makers if they irritate him, but nothing out of bounds.

* Picture: Thank you Trin! :3

^{Relationships:} 

^{Dietrich - Hatred - You irritate the shit out of me and one day I WILL get the chance to beat your face into the ground. I will have immense fun doing it.}

^{Parents: Not here}

^{Home: Reach
Allegiance: The Syndicate}

^{Rank: Guard}

^{Children: Vittoria [x Donna Capo (offsite mare); twin; female]
Condannare [x Donna Capo (offsite mare); twin; male]
Guillotine [x The Meta x Dietrich; twin; female]
Gallows [x The Meta x Dietrich; twin; male]}

^{Breeding Spots:}

^{-NONE- (unless for a plot)}

^{Biography with Example Post: Click}

^{Plot Thread: N/A}

<sup>Threads: N/A

Client - Contract - Payment

Pending Contracts: None
Active Contracts: None

Completed Contracts: None

Terminated Contracts: None



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^Other:

^{Awards: Stallion OTM - Feb. - March 2014}

[General SigmaButt σ]

[smear:19e652]T H A N E[/smear:cef308:3]
^{“The measure of an individual can be difficult to discern by actions alone.”}

^{Name: Thane}

Breed: Paso Fino x Missouri Fox Trotter x Westfalen x Racking Horse

Gender: Male

Height: 17.2hh

Age: 8

Color: Silver Dapple Roan

Markings: Dapples

Mane & Tail: Silver

Eyes: Seafoam Green

Health:

--Mental: 95% - Eidetic Memory

--Physical: 70% - Cystic Fibrosis (Will eventually kill him)

Allegiance: Altus
Sexuality: Asexual

History: Thane was raised to be an assassin from nearly the moment he could stand. The people that raised him were not his family. His ancestral herd, the Drell, were driven from their home, a beautiful, but ultimately desert-like place. They had adapted to live in such a dry, hot climate and found it difficult to adjust to the more humid and temperate lands they passed through. Their numbers began to dwindle due to illness. Then, they came across lands that were similar to their homelands, but the lands were occupied and they were in no condition to fight. As luck would have it, however, the equine already living in the territory, the Hanars, were peaceful and kind. They allowed Thane's people to live with them in peace.

The two herds got along marvelously. Some of the more bigot-like Hanars would refer to the Drell as low-class and some of the Drell agreed, but the majority of both herds lived together happily. As payment for for their kindness, the Drell would often offer themselves as servants of sorts to the Hanar. The Hanars were pacifists for the most part and completely untrained in battle, so they found great use in using the Drell as protectors of their people. Thane was offered up as a trainee. The Hanars may have had no physical knowledge of combat, but they were highly intelligent beings who taught Thane about basic equine anatomy and even the potential weak points of different breeds and what to look out for. The older, more experienced Drell trained him in the art of fighting and assassination. He was also a pupil of the Elder Drell religious teachings. To this day, he still prays before each mission and after each kill. It is odd, as many Drell switched to the beliefs held by the Hanar, but he maintains his ancestral ideals.

At the age of four, he grew to love another Drell and the two were to become mates. But then people seeking vengeance for a hit he had done sought her out and killed her. It almost drove him made with anger and guilt. Immediately, he left the herd and for three years he tracked down and killed everyone associated with her death. It was difficult and he left with his own gracious amount of scars, but he avenged her and to this day, he still mourns her and blames himself.

Around the time he hit five is when he started noticing something was wrong with him. Breathing was becoming harder and he often found himself becoming breathless after easy assignments. Then, he started to cough up blood. He knew what was wrong. It was a very common disease among his people. They thought it was from the change in climate from their dry and hot homelands to wet and cool foreign lands. He didn't know how it came about, but he knew he had it and he knew the chances of surviving for long with it were slim. So, he went about making peace with himself, mentally preparing himself for what he knew was to come. Thane visited quite a few healers, but none of their prognoses were comforting. There was no known cure and no way to really easy the pain.

Now, he simply wanders, picking up contracts if he so desires and keeping himself as healthy as possible as to prolong his life just that little bit more. He's not deluded, he knows he will eventually succumb to his disease, but he feels there is something left he must do first.

Personality: 

Religious

- Thane is surprisingly religious. Before each mission, he prays to Amonkira, Lord of the Hunters. After taking a life, he prays to Kalahira, Goddess of the Ocean and Afterlife. When defending another, he prays to Arashu, Goddess of Motherhood and Protection. He does not attempt to force his beliefs on others and does not get offended when others mock or question his faith. It is their choice, and he can respect it. He is odd among his people as he is one of the few Drell that maintain the polytheistic beliefs of his ancestors.

Absolved

- One thing he and his people believe in is that the body is an entirely separate entity from the soul. What the body does does not affect the soul. If the body kills someone, the soul is not to blame. The body is merely a vessel, a tool, and in many cases in his profession, a weapon. Just as a gun is used by another to kill, his body is used by someone to kill. He is merely the weapon, not the one pulling the trigger. 

Conflicted

- Even with his beliefs though, he is deeply conflicted. His eidetic memory makes him remember every moment of every kill, every wound obtained and every blow delivered with such startling clarity, it's almost as if it's happening all over again. He can feel every touch and smell ever scent again. So, even though he believes his body seperate from his soul, he still can't help the shame and regret for the pain he has caused.

Remorseful

- Thane seeks to redeem himself for the crimes he's committed in the past. Even if his religion absolves him of the sins, he still feels guilty and believes he must make up for what he's done. So, he's taken to killing only those who have committed heinous crimes and helping those in need if he could. These acts of redemption are not prompted by the fear of Hell after death, but sheer guilt and remorse. He already believes his soul is going to be punished for what he's done, no matter how much he tries to fix his mistakes. It's only a matter of coming to terms with himself now.

Calm

- He's incredibly calm; always has been. Little can ruffle his feathers and almost nothing angers him. The act of rage after learning of his love's murder was one of the few times he truly felt such strong emotions. Usually, he can keep his cool, rationalize everything around him and understand the views of others. He does not make rash decisions, nor does he jump from emotion to emotion. Thane has to see the evidence before he makes a decision or takes a contract.

* Picture: Click

Relationships: None

Parents: Not Here

Home: None

Allegiance: Altus

Rank: None

Children: None

Breeding Spots: 

x 

x 

x

Plot Thread: 

Threads: 

Other:

[General SigmaButt σ]

^{There has to be faith, which is not expressed, in things to which you cling
in ideas and opinions, to which you cling in a kind of desperation}
[smear:7319e6]C Y C L Θ N E[/smear:ff8800:3]
^{faith is the act of letting go,
and that must begin with letting go of  God}

Name: Cyclone
Breed: Lusitano X Arabian X Brabant X Friesian X Irish draught X Shire X Clydesdale X Percheron X Suffolk X Rhenish German Draft x Friesian x Gypsy Vanner x Appaloosa x Belgian
Gender: Male
Height: 20 hh
Age: 2
Color: Silver Buckskin Appaloosa // Chestnut Chimera
Markings: Black Blanket that starts from withers and extends to tail, going beneath barrel and extending to hocks on back legs, spotted; Silver Buckskin lacing that extends from withers to tail base and to mid-barrel.*Chestnut markings on the top of the wings, along the main bone, markings extend onto spine and extend from poll to tail tip; markings branch off in abstract swirls around tail, Markings extend twelve inches down the sides, and extend farther down flanks and shoulders, branching off in abstract designs and looping back to connect back to original line. Markings extend down poll, to nose as well, branching off at eyes and extending down cheek to disappear at throat latch.*
Deformities: Large silver Osprey wings with chestnut details, lion's mane that grows as he ages; starts at poll and extends to withers and down the neck and chest and goes beneath the belly, stopping in the middle of abdomen, mane is silver with black and chestnut streaks, 6in saber tooth fangs, form of Gigantisim that allows for larger height than normal, does not effect health, 12ft Javanese cat tail, eyes can glow at will.
Mane & Tail:  Silver with black and red streaks
Eyes: Gold with Red rims
Health:
--Mental: 100% 
--Physical: 100%
Allegiance: The Syndicate
Sexuality: Homosexual

Genetics: Ee/Aa/nCr/nZ/nLp

History: Born to Wicca x Meta; twin to Satanael. 

Personality: Very caring, especially toward Satanael. Will be there for him no matter what, through thick and thin. Always has a shoulder for others to lean on and cry. Will always be a leading light out of the darkness. Picked up his father's linguistic skills and can speak several languages, though he only does so on occasion. Sings lullabies to his brother if his brother gets upset. Has a penchant for speaking in lyrics and song. Despite being kind and caring, he has absolutely no issue whatsoever roughing up and killing someone for a job or in the name of his family. His family comes first, always. When older, will find out he's gay.

* Picture: (Stock photos or credited manips only. If you do not have a picture, provide a written description that is at least 185 words.)

Relationships:
Wicca - love - you are my mother and I adore you with all my heart.
Meta - love - you're my father and I look up to you for guidance.
Satanael - love - my twin brother. I can't imagine my life without you. I will always be there for you, brother.
Uncle D - love - you and Uncle Hark fighting is funny. I love playing with you. At least you let us have fun.
Uncle Hark - love - I'm not really sure if you sleep or just wait, and you never change expressions, but I still love you. I'll get you to smile one day!
Parents: Witchcrypt x The Meta
Siblings: Satanael [twin brother]
Home: Reach
Allegiance: The Syndicate
Rank: Pupil
Mate: Condonnare (eventually)
Children: None
Breeding Spots:
-too young-
Example Post: Click

Plot Thread: None
Threads: None

Client - Contract - Payment
Too young to take contracts.
Pending Contracts: None
Active Contracts: None
Completed Contracts: None
Terminated Contracts: None


Other: 
Companion Name: Red
Companion Breed: Red Panda
Gender: Male
Weight: 14lbs.
Length: 42in.
Age: Newborn
Colors: Red, white, black
Markings: Normal Red Panda markings
Eyes: Brown

[General SigmaButt σ]

[smear:202020]V I T T O R I A[/smear:773061:3]

» - - - YOU GOT THE MOTHERFUCKING RIGHT TO REMAIN V I O L E N T

^{Name: Vittoria}

Breed: Lusitano x Paint x Quarter Horse X Mustang x Shire x Friesian x Andalusian x Italian Trotter x Lipizzaner x Sella Italiano x Sardinian Anglo-Arab

Gender: Female

Height: 17hh

Age: 2

Color: Amber Cream Champagne Dun

Markings: Extensive dun markings; masking, shoulder bars, dorsal stripe, ear tips, leg barring, shoulder shadow, mottling, cobwebbing, barbs off of dorsal stripe. Markings are very light and visible in certain lighting.
Deformities: Born with no pupil or sclera and does not affect vision, mane is like that of a fo-hawk, 3 in spikes run down canon bones on all four legs.

Mane & Tail: Brown

Eyes:  Bright Electric Blue

Health:

--Mental: 100% 

--Physical: 80% (Foal is born premature and suffers from breathing difficulty, will grow out of at the age of two.) 

Allegiance: The Syndicate
Sexuality: Bisexual

Genetics: EE/Aa/nCr/nCh/Dd

History: Born from a hookup between Harkness and an Offsite Mare, Capo Donna. Born premature, along with her twin brother. Will seek out their father and join him at The Syndicate.

Personality: Vittoria is a violent, spitfire little shit. She inherited her father's sassiness and only seemed to multiply it. She's as likely to smash someone's kneecaps in as she is to hug them. She's highly protective of her family, especially her brother, Condannare. As an adult, she is going to be quite the tease, but never easy. She likes to run the show and be the boss. If someone gets in her way, she'll find a way to remove them from the picture. If someone insults or harms her family, she'll make sure they're sleeping with the fishes in no time flat. She's like a little mobster. Vittoria doesn't sugarcoat anything and she doesn't enjoy lying. She considers The Meta, Dietrich, and Wicca to be her Uncles and Aunt and Cyclone, Satanael, Zsadist, and the rest to be her cousins, even though they aren't blood related. She will defend her family to the death. She also often refers to her family as The Family, calls Meta Capo dei capi, Harkness Capo Padre, Dietrich Capo Dee and Wicca Capo Crypt or Capo Cagna. Can be sarcastic, foul mouthed, uncouth, unladlylike, volatile, and harsh. Has a somewhat dry and vulgar sense of humor.

Relationships:

Parents: Harkness x Capo Donna [not from here]
Siblings: Condannare [twin brother]
Home: Reach
Allegiance: The Syndicate
Rank: Pupil
Children: None
Breeding Spots:
x Too young to breed
Example Post: Click

Plot Thread: None
Threads: None

Client - Contract - Payment
Too young to take contracts.
Pending Contracts: None
Active Contracts: None
Completed Contracts: None
Terminated Contracts: None

Other: Nothing    

[General SigmaButt σ]

ALL PRAISE CHURCH, THE BEST, JUST ADMIT IT
[smear:4a91e2]C H U R C H[/smear:ffffff:3]
CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT ME, SO YOU GOTTA LIVE WITH IT

^{Name: Church}

Breed: Thoroughbred

Gender: Male

Height: 17.1hh

Age: 7

Color: Light Gray that appears White (Blue Roan Base)

Markings: Extensive Bloody shoulder markings; small bloody shoulder just under the bottom lip in the form of a Soul Patch, large patch across each shoulder, reaching down to just above the legs, small patches over each eye

Mane & Tail: White

Eyes: Emerald Green

Health:

--Mental: 70% - Minor Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Nymphomania, Mild Narcissism, Anger Issues, Psychic ability (Can hear/see The Meta's voices in his head)

--Physical: 95% - Nearsighted

Allegiance: Altus
Sexuality: Bisexual

^{History: Church goes by many names, such as Alpha and Epsilon, but those close to him just call him Church and he prefers in that way. He acquired that name after joining his herd's military. By no means was he a skilled combatant. In fact, he was quite terrible at fighting. His aim was always off, probably due to his nearsightedness. He had joined with his lover, Beta, but they were quickly seperated due to their vast difference in skill. She was possibly the best fighter in the entirety of the military, and he was one of the worst. But, he was also very intelligent. Intelligent enough that it caught the division leader's attention. He was soon recruited to help run logistics and plans. It was how he got dubbed 'The Alpha.' He was in charge of all their operations and he was second only to The Director himself.}

^{Often, he would sneak out to the soldiers' barracks to see Beta, even when he wasn't supposed to. While he was primarily the brains of the group, he was still looked down upon, particularly by one brute name Wyoming, for his lack of combative skills. That didn't stop him from going to see Beta. The two had the very definition of a Love/Hate relationship. They would often fight, curse each other out, and Beta would not hesitate to kick his ass. When she thought he was asleep, she would run off to sleep with other males, but he knew. He cheated once on her as well, and she still won't let him live it down. They fight worse than cats and dogs, but they never can stay away from one another for long. Church loves her more than life itself. After much pursuit, he finally convinced her to commit to him. He couldn't have been happier.}

^{Then, he got news that she was killed in one of the operations. One of his operations. It tore him to pieces. The Director noticed and got struck with an idea. Under more and more pressure, how would 'The Alpha' perform? If The Director were able to break 'The Alpha's' mind into shards, how would he work? If he were able to direct that insanity, those shards, would it be for the better? Surely Church would lose his emotional connection to the soldiers and create more efficient strategies. It was worth the risk. After all, all of the soldiers, Church included, were merely expendable pawns in The Director's game. He could find another intelligent being to help with the plans. And, if need be, he could find time to devise them himself. He certainly was smart enough for the job.}

^{So, in the midst of his mourning, Church was all but imprisoned under the guise that 'it was his fault the top agent had been killed.' There, The Director gave him false missions to make plans for. Then, he would come back and tell Church how the plans had failed and how even more soldiers were dead because of him. It began driving Church mad with guilt and grief. He became sick, refused to eat and grew emaciated. Depression hit him hard and he would often times beg for death. Yet, it never came. The Director would just keep coming back, demanding more plans. Plans that would always, always fail and lead to death. There was no way around it. The Director watched Church spiral down into insanity with clinical interest. Just as he predicted, Church's mind began to shatter. He was slowly losing himself, repressing memories and growing to become just a shell. It would be better to feel nothing than feel all this pain and guilt.}

^{Eventually, all the trauma forced upon him drove Church to repress so much of his memories that he got a sort of amnesia. Much of his past was forgotten. All he could recall was being with Beta and joining the military. He couldn't remember the division, her death, being a strategist. Nothing beyond being seperated from her after enlistment. It was just like he went from being enlisted to this moment, and he was confused. Seeing what had been done, The Director had Church shipped off into a smaller division, putting false memories into his head, saying he had been assigned to that squad.}

^{It was there that he met some of his closest companions and worst enemies. Which were the companions and which were the enemies often varied on Church's mood. He was closest to a stallion named Lavernius, yet he often stated how much he hated Lavernius and the two would bicker. That's when he met Caboose, the rookie. After nearly killing Church, Caboose seemed determined to be his best friend, and that drives Church absolutely crazy. Now he's caught wind that Beta's here and he's come to search for her.}

Personality: 

Angry

The most obvious trait about Church is that he's angry. He seems to be perpetually pissed off about one thing or another. He's usually got a scowl on his face for some reason. He has an incredibly short temper. Many things irritate him, particularly stupidity. The angrier he gets, the more he yells, and the higher his voice gets. It's been something his old 'frienemies' used to tease him about, especially if his voice cracked.

Snarky

Church is also very snarky. He has to have the last word, even if it's something incredibly stupid, just as long as it's his word that's last heard. 

Narcissistic

Upon meeting him, one would find out that Church thinks very highly of himself. He once had a group of equine that spoke a different language than him worship him as if he were a God, and that only further inflated his ego. He likes to think he's smarter, cooler, and better looking than those around him. Even then, that isn't a very prevelant facet of his personality. It only shines through at certain points.

Germaphobic

Surprisingly, Church is quite the germaphobe. If someone is sick, he won't go near them. He doesn't like getting sick and he would prefer not to take the risk of getting sick, if at all possible. If he can avoid it, he won't step foot near anything that has even the slightest chance of getting him sick.

Addictive Personality

He has an addictive personality. If he likes something, he'll basically become addicted. The thing he is most addicted to is sex. It's what led him to cheat on Beta, that and jealousy. Even though he enjoys sex a whole lot and would have sex at any given point, he isn't known to be flirtatious. In fact, he hardly ever shows his nymphomania except for some coarse lines every now again, such as saying 'I didn't get you a pony for christmas, but I got something you can put down your throat that'll make you real hoarse.' That's about as sexual he gets in his words.

Masochistic

Being in a relationship with Beta pretty much makes this a requirement. He doesn't exactly like getting hurt, but definitely doesn't mind Beta getting rough with him. He's also been known to have a fetish for violent females with bad tempers, which is another point he's teased on. He likes being dominated, so strong females that literally put him in his place are a surefire way to bring his nymphomania to light.

Psychological Repression

Church can't remember quite a bit of his past, though it is slowly coming back to him. Very slowly.  He thinks he just recently joined the military and that Beta was never 'killed'. When asked about his past, he'll recall everything up to that point. He doesn't even know that he's missing some of his history. There are some memories that scratch at the back of his mind that he tries to get to, but he thinks they're probably just insignificant.

Surprisingly Caring

Despite what he says, Church really does care for those close to him, especially Beta. Even though he calls her a 'raging bitch' and 'completely unbearable', he loves her. If someone or something threatens to hurt those he secretly cares for, he does his damnedest to prevent it. If he could turn back time to keep them safe, he would. He often says things like 'I fucking hate you' and 'just die already' and they say things like that to him too, but he does care.

Sensitive

The Meta's voices are facets based off of The Alpha, of him. The Meta has been chasing him for ages, and Church is completely unaware of it. When around The Meta, Church is known to get headaches and he can hear and see The Meta's voices.

* Picture: Click

Relationships: 

Beta - Love/Hate - God, I fucking love you, you insufferable bitch. You make me want to just beat my head in.

Caboose - Annoyance - I AM NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND. 

Parents: Not Here 

Home: None

Allegiance: Altus

Rank: Wanderer

Children: None

Breeding Spots:  

x 

x 

x 

x 

x 

Biography with Example Post: None

Plot Thread: None Yet  

Threads: None Yet

^{Other: None}

[General SigmaButt σ]

_{SOME [smear:ffb800]L E G E N D S[/smear:800a0a:3] ARE TOLD}

SOME TURN TO DUST OR TO GOLD

[smear:ffb800]A N I K E T O S[/smear:800a0a:3]

BUT YOU WILL REMEMBER ME 

REMEMBER ME FOR [smear:800a0a]C E N T U R I E S[/smear:FFB800:3] 

Name: Aniketos
Breed: Quarter Horse x American Saddlebred x Standardbred
Gender: Male
Height: 17hh
Age: Eight
Color: Red Dun Roan // Deep crimson starting at his head that fades to gold ending at his tail
Markings:  Metallic gold dorsal stripe, two metallic gold crescents on each cheek, several metallic gold and silver dots lining the cheek and ribcage, metallic gold points. Three large metallic gold stripes going from the underbelly up to his upper back; stripes are filled in with metallic silver.
Mane & Tail: White, fading to yellow, orange, and red
Eyes: Completely black
Health:
--Mental: 100%
--Physical: 100% - Extensive body scarring (no negative effects)
Allegiance: Imperium (Cocytus)
Sexuality: Heterosexual

History: Aniketos was born into an extensive kingdom; Kleisthenes. Several kingdoms resided there in relative peace under the watchful and strict eye of the martial hierarchy. Things ran a bit differently in those lands. The king and queen were appointed by a senate based on who they believed to be best suited for the position. The stronger, faster, smarter, and more merciless a being, the more likely they are to become the leader of the lands. The king and queen would not pick an heir. When they passed on or stepped down from the throne, the senate would put forth a new ruler. And in times of indecision, the military general would step in as a temporary leader. If the general refused to step back down upon a decision being made, he or she would be tried and, more often than not, executed.

War was an uncommon thing for the lands of Kleisthenes. Not because they were particularly peaceful beings, but because the sheer number of residents and rigid, militaristic nature of the kingdom deterred most hopeful opponents. The lands were not spared from the wrath of the Great Disaster. Great chasms opened up all over, leading to a seemingly endless abyss beneath the hearth. The several volcanoes pocking the terrain ruptured in lethal explosions, producing dirty thunderstorms. Radiation from long buried human constructs leaked into the environment, poisoning the residents. Soon, deformities of every sort were commonplace and creatures long thought dead were awakened to see what had rocked them from their slumber.

But that occurred generations before Aniketos' birth. He was a product of an arranged coupling; a common enough practice in the lands. His appearance was obviously corrupted by the toxins in the lands and generations of deformed ancestors. Still, he was not seen as particularly remarkable, though his appearance did garner some appreciation from the more aesthetically inclined residents. Just like many other products of arranged couplings, he was sent off after being weaned to be trained and raised as a member of the military. His shrewd mind and keen eye for military stratagems coupled with his strict and traditional mindset put him in the First Division; a group of equine high in power and well respected among others.

As he grew older, he led the soldiers under his command to many victories using wit and cunning trickery. Somewhere in the ruins of a conquered tribe's lands, his troops and him came upon an unstable volcano. That volcano was referred to by residents as Pyrrhus. It was the largest in the lands, visible from every kingdom and capable of mass destruction. It hadn't erupted in ages. The ground trembled with tremors and plumes of black smoke clogged the atmosphere. In attempts to avoid being caught in the eruption, he pulled back the soldiers and ordered them to wait at a safe distance. For twelve days and thirteen nights, they camped out and waited, but the status of the volcano never changed. Tired of waiting and assuming the volcano was giving off a false eruption, he ordered the group to move out.

When they got closer, they heard a roar, so ungodly, it made the most battle hardened soldiers shiver. Bursting through the trees came a beast black as a nightmare and eyes red as the depths of Hell. The monstrous creature stood taller and longer than Aniketos, though not by much. It bared it's teeth; long, charcoal black, and serrated. The squad was staring in the eyes of a dragon; The Gods of the Old. It had been centuries since a dragon came so close to their kind, and for good reason. Their people worshipped the dragons as Gods and started wars in their honor. It nearly wiped out Kleisthenes long ago. But now, it seemed The Old Gods had returned.

Aniketos, and the rest of the squad, did the only thing they could in the face of one of their deities; they bowed. This dragon was young, he could tell, but that did not mean they could disrespect it. Their act of submission seemed to appease the beast, and it stopped it's growling. Taking this as a sign from their Gods, Aniketos invited the dragon to join them back to their kingdom.

There was an uproar upon their arrival with the dragon, whom Aniketos dubbed Theophanes. Most believed it a divine sign; a blessing. And since it was Aniketos who led him back, they believed he was chosen by the Gods to lead them all. Through majority vote, he was announced as the new High King of Kleisthenes. He was to watch over the several separate kingdoms and independent herds. However, the leaders of the kingdoms, as well as the old High King, denounced Aniketos' claim to the throne. They did not believe in the lores of old and even spit upon the names of their Gods. This blasphemy did not sit well with the rest of Kleisthenes' residents, however.

The lands were on the verge of a civil war; leaders and their followers versus the independent tribes and residents of Kleisthenes. Aniketos seen this, heard the impiety and slander of his Gods, and he made a plan. He announced war against the traitors and said where and when the battle was to take place. On the day of the alleged war, the traitors arrived, only to find themselves surrounded, but no sign of the High King. Aniketos stood atop a cliff and watched them fall into his trap. He had been watching the volcano ever since it's first false eruption. Day after day, it grew more volatile until it could only erupt. His original intention in watching it was to warn others when it grew too unstable so they could evacuate, but then his motive changed.

He watched as the the two sides fought, and watched as the volcano erupted. Watched as the lava destroyed everything in it's path. Watched the ash blind the fighters and the fires engulf them. He watched all of Kleisthenes burn. Then, he turned away and left with Theophanes. In his eyes, those lands had become Ungodly and deserved to be destroyed. At the first whisper of blasphemy, he knew they needed to burn. It was a poison, a disease that would inevitably infect them all. It was only a matter of time, so, he destroyed them all. After all, it was His kingdom and he'd watch it burn before he gave it up to such taint.

Personality: 

Brutal
-- Aniketos is the definition of brutal. For the sins of a few, he condemned an entire land comprised of several kingdoms and a few independent herds, to death by fire and lava. There is no punishment too harsh to him. If you deserve to be punished, then you'll get the harshest punishment befitting your crime.

Cunning
-- He is not the strongest, nor is the fastest, but he certainly makes up for it in wit. He is good at improvising and planning. In battle, he works more on precise strikes and in the moment cunning than brute strength. In everyday life, he focuses on Machiavellian tactics to further himself.

Hypocritical
-- While he is ruthless in action and shrewd in his mindset, he is also an unwitting hypocrite. He speaks of justice, yet he burns innocents for the crimes of another. His sense of righteousness is too strict and harsh. By his standards, he should have burned for the crimes against his people.

False Messiah
-- Aniketos sees himself as a bringer of justice and voice of The Gods of Old. Theophanes is with him at all times, and he uses that as proof of his ascended status. It isn't even so much that he uses that as leverage to get into high ranking positions, but that he is honestly convinced it's true. If others try to denounce him, he simply won't believe them. He understands not all worshiped The Old Gods, so he understands their disbelief, but that won't stop him from thinking it to be true.

Strict
-- He is incredibly strict. Being raised in a militaristic herd, he believes that such strictness is commonplace and has a distaste for any who don't adhere to it.

Unforgiving
-- Aniketos, obviously, is utterly unforgiving. Everyone gets one shot and one shot only. Mess it up and that's it. He gives no second chances and has no mercy in him. Such ideals were not taught to him in his youth.

Fanatical
-- He is utterly devoted to his worship of the Old Gods. No one can drive away that level of loyalty. He knows not all worship them, but he won't stop. He treats Theophanes as a walking deity.

* Picture: click

Relationships:
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Parents: Not Here
Home: Cocytus
Allegiance: Imperium
Rank:
Children:
---
Breeding Spots:
x
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Bought: 3 Adornments; Breastplate, Headpiece/crown, Cape, and 1 Mythical companion; Theophanes the Dragon.

Companion Stats:
Name: Theophanes
Species: Dragon
Scale Color: Black
Eyes: Red
Gender: Male
Height: 6 Feet.
Length: 12 Feet.
Wingspan: 16 Feet.