Post by lidarose on Jul 18, 2011 16:27:27 GMT -5
BASIC INFO
Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
Name
Lethario Lecher.
Alias
Rio, Leth, Lech, or Stud!
Age
Four years.
Gender
Male.
Rank
Alpha.
Pack
Gurando.
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
APPEARANCE INFO
Brief Appearance
He has well-groomed dark brown fur and sea-blue eyes.
Appearance
Lethario spends more time on his fur than most females do, grooming himself obsessively until his black pelt is shiny. He sniffs himself to make sure he smells good, like honeysuckles. And when he doesn't smell absolutely delicious, he rolls around in flowers, then shakes the dirt and flower petals off. He makes his pelt just slightly poofy, because making it look completely slicked down is something that takes more time, and he only does his fur like that for special occasions. He makes his tail especially slick and curled at the tip, for the ladies. His eyes always have a mischievous twinkle in them, as if he is always preparing to pull a prank. The fur on his chest and paws is a slightly darker black than the rest of his fur, and he goes the extra mile to make that smooth. He goes the extra mile to make his fangs gleam, and his breath smell minty fresh.
His voice is very sweet, like hot caramel. However, when he growls, it sounds like the audio embodiment of damnation. His sea green eyes are usually soft, but could quickly turn icy. He laughs a lot, a sound which sounds like wind chimes. The tone of his voice is usually very warm. He likes to paint himself as a gentle giant, as he is very tall and muscular. He likes to show off the length of his reddish-pinkish tongue to the ladies. He has the three dots of a master right on his butt, which he will show off to any lady who is interested. His pointed ears are always cleaned and perfect, like the rest of his coat. Since he takes so much effort to be hygienic, he can actually hear slightly better than most wolves, especially those that don't clean inside their ears as carefully as he does. He has even made a brush out of bones, and has other wolves use it to brush him until there are no tangles in his fur whatsoever. He only looks completely evil when he is enraged, as that is when his eyes seem to glow red and his body grow to twice its normal size. His pearly white fangs look at least 10 times sharper as well. This is the only time you can tell just by looking at him that he is of the death element.
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
PERSONALITY INFO
"Everything about woman is a riddle, and everything about woman has a single solution: that is, pregnancy." - FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE
Brief Personality
Lethario Lecher is a charming womanizer who is a capable fighter and strategist.
Likes
- Women, especially sex with them. (Sorry for the vulgarity...it's his thoughts, though.)
- Showing off.
- Grooming.
- Attention, good or bad.
- Spanking.
Dislikes
- Males challenging his authority.
- A dirty coat of fur.
- Fighting a girl.
- The smell of death and decay.
- Blood when it gets caught in his fur.
Personality
Since becoming an Alpha, Lethario has become very cocky, and treats all women like objects, rather than equals. The way he figures it, he can have any female he wants, and there are plenty within the pack. He might change his attitude if he ever truly loved any of them, but so far, he hasn't fallen for any woman. Despite this, he is worthy of his Alpha title. He is really good at strategizing, and not bad at attacking or defending, either. There is a reason no one has managed to take the Alpha title from him, after all. He is completely ruthless with his enemies, generally not killing them, but torturing them. He seems to get a somewhat sick pleasure out of it, especially if it involves having sex with his enemy's mate right in front of his eyes.
In general, Lethario is an okay wolf, despite his disposition toward women. He likes to joke around a lot and show off his skills. While he can be really mean, he's usually charming and nice. He makes friends easily, and is quite popular among them. Nevertheless, all the faes know him as a slime ball. It's almost as if it's his personal goal to breed with all of them. Lethario won't deny that he wants pups of his own. He's actually quite good with pups, showing off to keep them entertained. However, he does have a fear of commitment, and would not be able to stay with just one fae. If she did have pups, he'd help her raise them, but he wouldn't stay with her for long. As soon as the pups grew up enough to take care of themselves, Lethario would be gone.
Lethario is actually a sex addict. He wouldn't do male wolves because he's not attracted to them at all, but if he even so much as sees a female, his mind immediately jumps to sex. He is never quite satisfied, and he thinks of himself as a monster. No, worse than a monster. However, he simply can't help himself, and he came to terms with that long ago. Now that he is the alpha, he feeds his desires so much easier, so he acts far worse when it comes to women than ever before. He still wouldn't force a fae to do such actions with him, but he isn't far from stooping that low.
In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back
HISTORY INFO
Family
Mother, father, sister.
History
Lethario won't talk about his past unless he thinks it will help him score with a woman. If it would, he will embellish it and make it seem so much worse or better than it really was. His mom and dad met through the pack. They grew up together, they loved each other, and it seemed like a classical wolf love story. However, when his mother became pregnant with him and his twin sister, there was speculation that his father wasn't really his father, and his biological father was, in fact, someone from Inu pack. Whether this is true or not, none can really say, but his mother's life got so bad after the rumor spread that she left and had him and his sister somewhere else.
Lethario isn't sure what happened to his mother and sister. They found him and their corpses nearby. It is speculated they died from sickness, but Lethario is quite sure it was something else that killed them. He tries to remember what happened, but fails every time because it was so long ago. Of course, he pretends he remembers it all, when it's convenient for him. In fact, if it's convenient, he'll say, "They didn't die from sickness. Do you know that creature, the one that sucks blood? Well, he sucked both of them dry, but he left me be because I was such a good fighter, even at such a young age!"
Whether that's true or not is unclear. He believes it now, but he has no real memories of that night. His father, biological father or not, took him in and raised him, grooming him to be alpha. Now, his father's death is something he remembers very clearly. He was still quite young, but making the transition from pup to full-grown wolf, when his father was assassinated. His father was alpha of Gurando pack, and pulled some strings to make his son, Lethario, the beta below him. Once he died, Lethario attempted to make the assassin pay, but he wasn't anywhere near skilled enough to do so, and they disappeared, leaving Gurando pack in Lethario's paws.
"I remember seeing my father, dead, blood pouring from his neck," he'd say, when convenient for him. A tear would form in Lethario's eye. "I couldn't believe someone would execute such a wonderful wolf!" Of course, his father was really strict with him. He wouldn't let Lethario feed his addiction, and he insisted on discipline while training. It was clear, however, that he did love Lethario as his own, whether or not he was really the father, and he did raise him as such. He tried to make Lethario turn out better than he did, but he couldn't. He had no control over that. "He was such a good father to me." When he says that line, he isn't lying. He has made it hard to tell, though, when what he says is truth or fiction.
"I became alpha after he died. I hope I can do him proud," Lethario would say in one of his more classic moves to make women like him. Women were suckers for that sort of thing. Deep down, Lethario wishes he'd have turned out differently, more like his father than himself. He wishes he was able to kick his sex addiction. He wishes he could commit to one fae and only one. However, he knows he can't, and it eats at him inside. After his dad died, Lethario trained harder than ever and mastered the Death element. His god, Darlos, even bestowed him a master mark, though he has not seen the god since. It freaked him out the first time he saw his daemon, who was completely cold and refused to have sex with him, even though she was only a figment of his imagination. Now, he feels he can take on the world, but at the same time, he isn't sure he's ready for it.
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
ELEMENT INFO
Element
Death.
Spells
Skeletal Army: He can make corpses rise from the ground and can manipulate them to make his own army. However, trying to control too many at once is taxing on him both physically and mentally. The more he makes, the less control he has over their actions, and the more energy it costs. It isn't worth making a large army unless he is in an absolutely dire situation.
Shield of Bones: He makes bones rise from the ground in a protective shield around him. It causes a massive amount of energy to make this shield, but it is well worth it if he is protecting multiple people. If he's just protecting himself, the energy it takes just isn't worth it. In fact, he'd prefer to use another spell to protect himself.
Bone Armor: He makes the bones of the dead attach to his fur, making armor out of them. This will often protect better than his shield and cost less energy. However, it does slow him down.
Corpse Grab: He can make corpses rise from the earth and grab at his enemy. What do they do when they actually grab them? Just hold the wolf in place. Even if they don't actually grab the other wolf, it is enough for them to think twice before attacking him. However, it does take a lot of concentration for him to do something like that, and if he is already in the heat of battle, chances are, he won't be able to do it.
Spike Attack: The bones around him become sharp spikes and are thrown at the enemy wolf, or come up through the ground at them. This attack is only used as a last resort to get away from the enemy, and should not be used otherwise. It seems to be disrespectful to the dead to Lethario, and it always tears him up inside when he uses this spell.
Master Mark
Yes.
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
ROLEPLAY INFO
Name
Lida.
Age
20.
Roleplay Experience
Just under three years.
Other Characters
Bilious, Vicki, Perspica, Sembla and Souldier, and Warren.
Roleplay Sample
"Oh, you are so hot, Love," Lethario said, spanking the fae who was walking by him as he made his way to the den. "And you, you could melt the fur clean off my face." He spanked that one, too. It was his nightly ritual to spank every fae in the pack. Did he ever have to do that? No, but he certainly enjoyed it. Once he finally made it to his den, he plopped down, exhausted from all the work he's done. He had to actually pretend to be respectable. The nerve! It was about then that he felt eyes on him and he turned around to see a fae in his den, one he'd never seen before.
"Why, hello, good-lookin'," he said with a wink. "Have you come to tuck me in tonight? Or are you feelin' frisky?"
"Neither," the fae said coldly. "My name is Perspica Adroit. I'm here to kill you."
"I see. Well, you have fun trying to do that. I promise I'll go easy on you," Lethario said, flashing his charming smile.
"Do you dare suggest--?"
"I wasn't suggesting anything. Just that I'll live and you, my pretty, will wind up bedding with me." That did it. Perspica lunged and Lethario stood perfectly still, knowing full well he could avoid the attack if he wanted to, but why not let her tackle him? The closeness would be sure to make this fae change her mind, as all women eventually did.
