Canis RPG - Profile of Dire

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Dire

the behemoth

Played by Dodge

Name
Dire Sanguis (daɪr san-ɡwis)

Height
Very Tall

Fur Color
Dark russet, reddish black, and warm grey

Sex & Gender
Male

Weight
Extra Heavy

Eyes
Topaz gold

Age
6 years (2018-03-08)

Build
Stocky

Species
C.L Occidentalis

though it's me to blame, there is no more shame in me

He’s a large, monstrous man standing well above most other wolves, and his insanely dense fur only adds to his bulk. He has long, extra thick fur that frames the wide, masculine features of his face, and along his neck and back. Even the fur on his tail and paws is long, giving him a feathery appearance. Beneath this mountain of fur, he is insanely muscular, with a deep, barrel chest and massive shoulders perfect for ramming someone with full force, while his thick, sturdy legs keep him planted on the ground. His neck and core are thick and compact, giving him an incredibly heavy weight nigh-impossible to topple over. His eyes are small and sharp, deeply set beneath a heavy brow and broad cheekbones. Like topaz pools, they are a bright golden color, greatly contrasting with his dark pelt. The black lower lid is thick, giving him a more wolfish and sinister look. Though the behemoth is intimidating an may seem an unbeatable force to be reckoned with, he has his flaws both inside and out. A massive scar stretches across his chest and each shoulder - one of the few places not protected by heavy fur. But on the inside, there are days when he is superbly weakened by arthritis. Carrying his massive weight around hasn't done his bones any good, and this will slowly worsen as he ages. It makes him quite slow on some days, and even unwilling to go faster than a walk. Other days, he just doesn't want to waste his energy - he has horrible endurance and stamina, able to gallop for only a few minutes before he must stop. He is a vicious flame one shouldn't trifle with, but a flame quick to burn out.

I just feel the same, immune to all this pain

True Neutral/Neutral Evil · Ambivert · Omnisexual

The Monster
A beast, a devil, a monstrosity, he walks the lands as an ominous omen - a boulder in the open plains, a bear within the forests, a ghostly shadow whispering your demise shall you wander too close.

The Sweetheart
A kind, warm soul, wanting nothing more than to be understood. Boundless patience made for listening, endless soft fur, and a deep voice as rich as honey. This is what he used to be…

The Old Man
A calm, steady man; wisened in his skills and content to take things slow. A jaded stone weathered and battleborn; as he is large and sturdy as the mountains, his knowledge is like their all-seeing power.

There is so much to Dire Sanguis that he can be difficult to explain. While deep down inside he is a compassionate, patient man who thrives to share his knowledge and step into leadership roles, his previously noble self has been locked tightly away behind a cold, hard shell. He keeps others at a distance - used to being considered a terrifying beast, and even considering himself a monster. He views himself with a self-destructive mind, knowing that he has wronged and will wrong again, and hurt many. He is a monster, and as he's aged, he has accepted that as who - or what - he is, in a toxic way. He can be blunt and harsh, often letting others learn the hard way and demanding respect for his experience, and though his first instinct won't be to fight, he will quickly become aggressive if provoked. He is a good teacher and a good leader, and could even be a good friend or mate whose loyal to no end - but, he's an even better harborer of destruction.

Wise · Loyal · Self-destructive · Aggressive · Cold · Distant

And the scars don't write a song for me at all

A prince slated to become king, fallen from grace, exiled from his own kingdom… now only a monster, the shame, and darkness within him an internal conflict, a hell of his own device.

His name was Blackburn Toretto, a formidable young fellow full of confidence. Born to a large pack, Fire Valley, he was destined to become the strong chief as his forefathers had been. He was arrogant, but he had a kind and loving heart that truly cared for his whole pack. He viewed every one of its members as a family - all except for one. Talianne. She was his cousin, the daughter of his father's brother, and she craved respect. Talianne believed that her father Archer should have been the heir to Fire Valley, with her being next in line. They hadn’t been very close during puppyhood, but as they grew older and their roles in the pack began to take place, Talianne provoked a constant rivalry between her and Blackburn. She would taunt him, challenge him, and push him to ruin his image as a leader.

His trainer had instructed him to mind his own business, to ignore Talianne and her jeers, but he was a
young man with a big ego; he couldn’t stand being disrespected, and while he didn’t want to fight, he couldn’t control his arrogance. One day, as the two were in the large valley of their territory, Talianne went too far.

Snarling and snapping her teeth, the young female degraded Blackburn and his leadership with words of acid and a tone of ice. She despised him, and she couldn’t stand to see him take over the pack that should be rightfully hers. As she called him soft and pusillanimous, Blackburn had heard enough. Losing his temper he attacked, ramming his chest against his own cousin and biting for her nape. Talianne was large and compact, but not nearly as muscular or heavy as her cousin. Blackburn easily overpowered her, but he didn’t break her determination. She kept trying and trying, her teeth tearing at his thick fur and legs, managing to rip a large gash on his across the front of his chest and shoulders. But, despite her desperation to end his rule, Talianne was no match for the huge wolf. In a blind rage, Blackburn gripped his jaws around her throat and didn’t release her until she gave in to his power.

He stepped back, gazing at her lax form with a bloodstained muzzle and glaring gold eyes. Finally, she seemed to accept her place, but why wasn’t she moving…? Blackburn, confused and now concerned, slowly began to realize what he had done. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, he didn’t want...to kill her. But, she was dead, mauled, and suffocated. Dazed, the would-be leader was unaware of the scouts and guards that watched over the territory, and his crime was quickly reported.

His reputation was ruined, and his good image was stained. Blackburn, with his height and dark exterior, had always been seen as intimidating and frightening, and now he too could see just how monstrous he was. The pack of Fire Valley banned him from ever being their leader, and with all of his trust ruined, Blackburn soon left their ranks completely. He wouldn’t put the rest of his family at risk, for if he stayed he would only hurt them more. He was a monster, too large and dangerous to be close to anyone, and for the sake of others, he wouldn’t ever let himself forget that.

Blackburn changed his name to something more accurate - Dire Sanguis, meaning “bad blood” as he was. He traveled for years, but how he got to Canis is beyond him. He remembers everything leading up to his arrival, but nothing of how he actually got here. Must've just lost track of his wandering...