' Revenge is not a fire to be fueled; it is the coldness that swallows the heart, and when it flares, it does so without compassion or hesitance. '
Demas
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Alias/Nickname(s): N/A
Age: 5 y/o[Adult]
Sex: Sire [He/Him]
Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Canine
Pack Affiliation: N/A
Role/Occupation: Rogue
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Height: 42 inches
Weight: 68 lbs
Build: Demas is a tall, slender canine, his figure is a well-toned balance of muscle and dexterity. Cloaked in a deep black pelt, his fur is thick and woolly, rippling with every subtle movement. A soft, almost silver hue brushes across his muzzle, lending a touch of lightness to his otherwise shadowed form. Bestrewn across his frame, subtle splashes of reddish-brown mark his fur—remnants of stains from nature, irregular and splattered like the turmoil within. His limbs are long and straight, built for quick, silent strides, while his face carries a refined, pointed muzzle framed by dark, expressive eyes that seem to see all. His frontal paws are the area that is as white as his face. The tassel is bushy and moderately long and reaches just to his hocks.
Scent: Earthy, with notes of pine resin and cold stone.
Voice: His voice is strained and whispery, with a soft, high-pitched edge.
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Persona: Demas is a warlock of quiet strength, though beneath his stoic veneer lies a mind swallowed by insecurity and fear. He has never been betrayed, yet the mere thought of it haunts him like a monster; feeding an obsessive need for control in every element of his existence. His solitude is not a choice born from strength, but from the crippling unease of imaginable treason, driving him to keep others at arm’s length. Demas most of the time clings to grudges and harbours hatred for those who dare cross him. His fear manifests in his need to observe, control, and fend himself from exposure. He’s calculated, his every move measured as if ensuring that no one can ever have power over him. Though he presents himself as a serene, close-mouthed figure, there is always a deep well of anger beneath the surface, one that he holds tightly in check, only to be unleashed when his insecurities are driven too far. He despises imperfection in others, as it reminds him of his own, and he harbours a distrust of kindness, seeing it as a conceivable weapon.
Weaknesses: He can get obsessed over someone quickly, he's unforgivable and holds resentments for the rest of his existence, and has a lot of triggers so provoking him is simple.
Strengths: Has lots of patience, very perceptive and resilient. He's extremely loyal to those who deserve it.
Likes: He loves crows, the smell of rain, hunting/exploring, nighttime
Dislikes: Affection, betrayal, overly sentimental gestures
Habits: Usually draws symbols in the dirt, stutters unconsciously, imitates sounds
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Allies: N/A
Enemies/Rivals: N/A
Love Interest(s): N/A
Brood: Forgotten
Heir(s): N/A
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Preferred Domain: Oftentimes dense woodlands, mountain ranges, abandoned ruins
Quotes: ''Loneliness is not a void, but a sanctuary. In it, I find clarity; in it, I find truth." ; "The past is a wound I carry, not to heal, but to remind me of who I am. It is my blood, my heart, and my reason to breathe."
Winter 
Night 
Fog Moon: 
