| ╔ ——————————————— ╗ | • > M Y S T I K Ó < •| ╚ ——————————————— ╝ ⇒ | Roughly 4 Years | Masculine| Slicker| ⇐ Secret ⇔ GREEK ⇔ Arcanum "STYX"   
⏣ Desired Role None | Doesn't care in the least. ⏣ Pack Pack Two ⏣ Breed "American Dober-bull Terrier" American Pit Bull (32%) ✠ Doberman (68%)   
⏣ Appearance His fur is short and soft, though bristles if combed the opposite way of the fur flow. His pelt consists of four colors and their combined offspring. The black and brown of a Doberman, the white and cedar of an American Pit Bull Terrier. His base dances as black and white, cream combing through here and there. The entire right side of his face starting at the eye is the color of cedar and wood browns, brightening features. The rest of his sculpted face is cream and white, the edge of his ear the same color as the right side of his face. A cedar patch of fur resides on his forehead. Black streaks along it all. The cream and white reach out to his flanks, stopping and going back up again, streaks of color amidst the variety of his palette. A saddle-patterned marking decorates his spinal area, a lighter brown blending with the wood color marking his face. The majority of his body looks as if he were splashed with a bucket of black paint in different areas, the markings floating on top as a garnish. His pelt is relatively simple, occasional speckles of his fur dotting other colors, small and insignificant, though adding onto the full picture. His nose is a deep cedar color swirled in with black, the color dropping from a line of fur behind his nose to the lip. The ears at the tip of his head stand straight up, long and proud, the interior of them a soft pink with few furs protecting the weak flesh. The eyes in his sockets are murky, shaded by his emotions on top of that. They appear to be either a gray-tinged brown, or a brown-swirled green. His pupils splash out, spiking and fading into the irises. His eyes are relatively larger, narrowed into focus a huge majority of the time. Fur slightly darker than the cream above his right eye plants itself, and similarly, a patch of fur darker than the cedar splashes at the right side of his face, relaxing above his right eye. He does not have a collar, having been born as a stray and being shoved into the safety of other feral creatures. Styx bears close to no visible scars, a deep handful of claw marks digging into his left hind quarters. His face is usually pulled into a nonchalant expression, careless and detached, as if not even in the present, but somewhere else entirely. Styx isn’t one to zone off, though, always in a state of alertness, eyes darting around for danger as if nowhere is safe, though he isn’t far off in that regard. To add onto his short list of scars, a bite of his ear is missing, and he has no idea when he got it, or who gave it to him, but Styx suspects one of his littermates tried to see if they could eat his ear when they were younger. Styx stands at a tall 28 inches, his body a muscular lithe and lean build. He has the build of a slightly bulkier Doberman, but the colors range from both his heritage breeds. His legs are long and thinner, built for running. The black color and markings fall down until abruptly stopped, becoming a light brown, similar to many other Dobermans. He stands, nimble and confident, looking as if he could take off any moment at full speed without much effort. Styx’s claws are a deep gray, grappling at the ground without his knowledge whenever he sprints ahead, hardly even slipping with his purchase onto the dirt floor. His tail is a stump, black and sticking up. He has no use for the short thing, not a care in the least if he doesn’t have a long, soft tail. His figure is tall and seems to take up more space than what it genuinely does. It could be his actual, towering size, or it could be the dark, irritated look in his eyes. ⏣ Laugh A low snicker that comes often, as he has learned to mimic the sound easily. It's rather hard to decipher the difference between his genuine laugh and his faked one. The simplest way is to watch his eyes. They glow up when he's amused, excited, or cheerful. He hardly ever laughs loudly enough to attract attention, preferring to keep his emotions in the down-low without others really knowing. ⏣ Walking Gait His steps are powerful in a way, calm and collected steps that stay the same whether he's in a tornado of fury or if he's in a stagnant mood of peace. Styx's pace is brisk, though he tends to keep a trot or a fast walk. He walks at his own leisure, casually strolling around as if he doesn't have a care in the world, or as if he can overpower all without trying. His confidence spikes through the roof, though he is well-built with a seasoned speed. ⏣ Short Personality Pessimist · Realist · Introvert · Brash · Careless · Unlikeable · Arrogant · Irritable · Shut-Off · Harsh · Blunt · Honest · Hard-Working · Responsible · Soloist · Independent · Headstrong · Passive Aggressive · Attitude · Audacious · Grim · Detached · Laconic · Of Few Words · Dark · Contemplating · Intimidating · Confident · Sarcastic · Bold · Cocky · Calculated · Sharp · Cunning · Good Leader · Adaptable · Oddly Enjoys Creating · Cherishes Stories · Rare Laugh ⏣ Personality His demeanor can be quite brash and careless. Such a careless act that it’s almost as if he wouldn’t mind if he were to pitch face-first off of a cliff. Styx is not a very likeable creature in the least. He has a built-in mask, practically impossible to pull down as it’s been standing for so long. It depicts him as arrogant and irritable, a shut-off character whose words are harsh and thrown out without thought. Styx does his duties and jobs that he needs to do, but he prefers to be a soloist, independent and hard-working to all extents. He genuinely does work rather hard and does his best, though it’s probably a good thing, as most don’t enjoy working with the headstrong male. Styx isn’t outright aggressive with his words, knowing his positions are precarious due to his attitude. He tends to be relatively passive aggressive, his words becoming more and more formal and proper as his irritation spikes. Styx commonly talks in shorter sentences, his words sharp and blunt as if he’s cutting off his words. His eyes are always darkened and staring as if contemplating everything, but just in a more annoyed tone. His personality can be rather intimidating, matching his tall appearance. In the most simple terms to describe his whole array of emotions, he's a realist and a pessimist. Styx sees the worst in things, and has learned to not hope for better times or dream of them either. He’s also a sarcastic introvert, preferring to stick to himself and not depend on others. Jokes rarely come from him, and when they do, most are shocked and can’t tell if he’s being serious. Styx is confident and has his emotions under lock and key, his face a blank slate. When he walks, it’s a relatively quicker speed. With his confidence and hard-working mindset, Styx only sprinting when it’s needed. His walk is a swagger, bold and cocky, though his eyes are calculated. However sharp and cunning he is, his empathy and charisma nonexistent. He can be a rather good leader though, with strong adaptability skills. Styx doesn’t really enjoy leading others, and due to the fact, most don’t know that he enjoys organizing things and putting them into place to go into motion. He enjoys creating things, in actuality, and enjoys hearing stories, whether created in another’s imagination, or a genuine memory. If he were to be placed in a new environment or a difficult situation, Styx would change to fit in order to survive or stay a blank slate of stone cold emotion. Similarly to his shut-off personality, Styx’s laugh is low and rare, though he does mimic the sound numerous times, most likely more than when he genuinely laughs. His eyes brighten up, though, when he’s actually chuckling and feeling that light-hearted glow. Styx sleeps easily, finding it without much hardship, though he is easily awakened, and when he doesn’t wake himself up and some outer force does, he tends to get a tad bit defensive and much, much more frustrated with the world. He prefers taking short bursts of naps during the day and guarding or working at night. The male is a reliable guard and scout, silent and foreboding with a sense of intimidation added on. He has sharp eyes and works hard, being relatively good at his job. Styx is horrible at hunting, simply because he can’t take down larger prey by himself, and he refuses to work with another, as it would not go well in the least. There are fighting genes in his blood, though he doesn’t enjoy violence or conflict, however many believe the large, brooding male is a sadist. If Styx ever had to attempt to compromise with someone, it would be filled with him trying his hardest not to insult them, and his formal words sharpened with layered harshness. Attempting to insult Styx would only result in the insulter’s pride damaged, and their dignity shattered as if it were a frame of glass. He doesn’t take kindly to offensive words, his responses to the words short and calculating. If another were to be insulted, he wouldn’t do anything unless it was getting far too out of hand. He just doesn’t have a mindset to seek out conflicts that are unnecessary. ⏣ Strengths Adaptability | He easily changes to the surrounding enviorments and situations, calling up past memories to help him in the present. Calculating | His sharp eyes don't miss a beat when they swoop around looking for potential threats. He is a character reader, and carefully inspects body language and tone of voice. Hard-Working | He tries his hardest and works relatively well, and thank the gods, or else he would be forced to work with another. ⏣ Weaknesses Shut-Off | A closed, locked personality gets him nowhere and closer to no one, but that may very well be the exact reason he acts so detached. Irritable | Easily annoyed and frustrated because of his few, long interactions with others. He sees those who don't get the concept he understands right away as weaker than him. Such is his mindset. Passie Aggressive | Formal words that seem like bites are his only way of outwardly attacking someone, as his "attitude" doesn't put him in very good standings. ⏣ Likes Stories | He quite enjoys listening in to stories and recallings of past memories. Styx cherishes them, and is rather embarassed about this fact. Creating | One of his few happy places in which he can create stories or invent some time-passing endeavor. Peace | The calm and the quiet soothe him, and his emotions don't have to be sheltered, wonder and awe fill his face when he chances upon rare encounters, a small, rare grin sparkling. ⏣ Dislikes Insults | Offensive words and disrepect isn't something he tolerates. Styx doesn't stand up for others being attacked with words, but he will firmly stop it if it happens to get out of hand. But be warned. Styx's responses are fire to the ice. Surprises | He loathes being surprised, not prepared to shoot up his defensive walls. Styx would prefer even the slightest hint, so his emotions aren't on display. Heat | Styx bathes in the cold, soggy days, and the warm breezes of autumn, but he hates the burning sun shining down. The male would go so far as to hide in the shade of a tree all day, or sit in a lake to avoid the burning sensation. ⏣ Reputation Seen as a dark, confident character who doesn't have a care in the world. He's generally disliked on both sides of the packs, having been born in Pack One, abandoning at a relatively younger age, than coming back into a pack, this time Pack Two, after roaming as a nomad. ⏣ Affiliations TBA - PM me Name | Role Pack | Relationship nickname description ⏣ Theme Song(s) Iris - Goo Goo Dolls ⏣ Other Was born as a stray then came into Pack One at a mere few months old due to his mother needing protection. His mother was killed as was all of his littermates besides one who ran away. Styx abandoned Pack One and wandered as a nomad temporarily before recently joining Pack Two. |
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