Post by Umbreon on Jul 23, 2017 3:44:32 GMT
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[attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]LONER
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]MALE
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]6 YEARS
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]ROGUE
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]HETERO
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]SABLE ANTELOPE
Syrakko
[attr="class","dropfrumbodytxt"]PERSONALITY Intelligent Brave Sly Confident Protective Calm Collected Explosive Brooding Distrustful
Once the embodiment of Eleos culture, he has now fallen into a shell of his former peace. He still walks with poise and a grace befitting any herbivore but when you look into those amber eyes you see a sadness and a certain unsettling anger. Something is not right with him, something that was once good has been broken and left him in madness. He speaks not like a madman nor is there a shuffle to his walk but his particular insanity leaves him pondering the doom of his enemies and the rise of his own kingdom... if or whenever that shall be.
Syrakko is a patient creature, able to wait years to see his plans to fruition. It was what allowed him to sit quietly while he bided his time for the perfect opportunity to abandon his post. It is what has allowed him to wait in the Badlands and recruit what little herbivores --and a few carnivores-- he can to his cause. He is an intelligent antelope, able to plot and plan ahead before his enemies know what have hit them. He is a strategist and an expert conman, able to weave tales and tie others to his side with a few sneakily spoken words. He could have the birds believing they were fish if he so pleased... but what about when he finds someone distrustful? Someone who holds a healthy dose of suspicion for the world like he does? In those times he may find his insanity unable to be controlled. It is not outside of the norm to see him explode in a fit of anger, to lose his head and attack or force others to do so for him to soothe his anger.
To those that he deems worthy of following him, those that have passed all of his tests of faith will find themselves under his protection. Those that are under his protection will find a creature similar to what he used to be. Confident and a guardian to all those under his rule. His morals may be all but shattered but he would hardly throw those he calls his own under the bus... but the problem is actually becoming one of his trusted. Though you may trust him with his life it doesn't mean that the feeling is mutual. He knows the saying of keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
APPEARANCE
Weight: 540 lbs
Height: (at the shoulder) 57 inches: 4.75 ft
Syrakko cuts an impressive appearance with a coat that seems midnight black until he steps into the sunlight. When in the sunlight he is bathed in a rich dark chocolate brown with the marks on the white of his face appearing a dark gold. He has a strong, sturdy build with a form that is marked in scars. They denote a life of fighting and serving under the Dynasty which he now curses the name of. His most prominent scar is a mark that cuts clean across his face from the bottom of his left horn to the top of the right side of his nose.
His eyes are the most striking thing about him and are amber in color. He is no exception to the massive horns that his species is known for and his own are large and curve large and sharp back towards his shoulders, beautiful and deadly all at once.
HISTORY Born and raised in Eleos, he was an honorable calf that grew into a great warrior that was later picked as a guardian for his dedication. Syrakko had always been a gentle soul, right up until the time he was out enjoying the day with his mother but was attacked by a Skotadi patrol. The felines showed no mercy in killing his mother and seriously wounding him. At the time he had been 2 years old, not even fully into his adult years. The event traumatized him and made him hate the Skotadi. He had never been particularly fond of the other Dynasties but he respected them all the same as he was taught... but them he held no respect for.
He only wanted them dead.
It didn't help matters when the Skotadi picked up their attacks and their patrols, causing grief whenever they could. He argued for more decisive action, a war to show their power. That would put the big cats down... But the rulers would not hear of it. No one would. His reputation was at stake. He would bide his time, he would wait. It was difficult and he grew more and more bitter, more and more angry with each attack and each passing day. It weighed on his heart that he could do nothing. Not even his fellow Guardian would act and she was aggressive just as he was. It hurt him. Could he trust no one?
Apparently not.
He had a plan to set up an ambush, to let the rulers be killed and somehow maybe he could spin this to where they would have no choice but to start a war. He didn't get to finish making his plans as they were once again attacked in one of the bloodiest fights yet. Lives were lost on both sides and in the middle of the chaos the king and his son were under attack. He saw it happening, he could have stopped it...
But he didn't.
The antelope smiled to himself as he saw it happening, saw the heir calling out for him but he simply shrank away and ran. He was done with the thrice-blasted Clan. This was what happened when you were weak. The whole clan was weak, even the ones who wanted to fight were weak for sitting idly by while the rulers did nothing for years. He would run and regroup, start his own Clan.
He would destroy the Skotadi and then the Eleos would suffer for what had happened to his mother.
They would all suffer.
OTHER INFO
-He really likes strawberries
Once the embodiment of Eleos culture, he has now fallen into a shell of his former peace. He still walks with poise and a grace befitting any herbivore but when you look into those amber eyes you see a sadness and a certain unsettling anger. Something is not right with him, something that was once good has been broken and left him in madness. He speaks not like a madman nor is there a shuffle to his walk but his particular insanity leaves him pondering the doom of his enemies and the rise of his own kingdom... if or whenever that shall be.
Syrakko is a patient creature, able to wait years to see his plans to fruition. It was what allowed him to sit quietly while he bided his time for the perfect opportunity to abandon his post. It is what has allowed him to wait in the Badlands and recruit what little herbivores --and a few carnivores-- he can to his cause. He is an intelligent antelope, able to plot and plan ahead before his enemies know what have hit them. He is a strategist and an expert conman, able to weave tales and tie others to his side with a few sneakily spoken words. He could have the birds believing they were fish if he so pleased... but what about when he finds someone distrustful? Someone who holds a healthy dose of suspicion for the world like he does? In those times he may find his insanity unable to be controlled. It is not outside of the norm to see him explode in a fit of anger, to lose his head and attack or force others to do so for him to soothe his anger.
To those that he deems worthy of following him, those that have passed all of his tests of faith will find themselves under his protection. Those that are under his protection will find a creature similar to what he used to be. Confident and a guardian to all those under his rule. His morals may be all but shattered but he would hardly throw those he calls his own under the bus... but the problem is actually becoming one of his trusted. Though you may trust him with his life it doesn't mean that the feeling is mutual. He knows the saying of keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
APPEARANCE
Weight: 540 lbs
Height: (at the shoulder) 57 inches: 4.75 ft
Syrakko cuts an impressive appearance with a coat that seems midnight black until he steps into the sunlight. When in the sunlight he is bathed in a rich dark chocolate brown with the marks on the white of his face appearing a dark gold. He has a strong, sturdy build with a form that is marked in scars. They denote a life of fighting and serving under the Dynasty which he now curses the name of. His most prominent scar is a mark that cuts clean across his face from the bottom of his left horn to the top of the right side of his nose.
His eyes are the most striking thing about him and are amber in color. He is no exception to the massive horns that his species is known for and his own are large and curve large and sharp back towards his shoulders, beautiful and deadly all at once.
HISTORY Born and raised in Eleos, he was an honorable calf that grew into a great warrior that was later picked as a guardian for his dedication. Syrakko had always been a gentle soul, right up until the time he was out enjoying the day with his mother but was attacked by a Skotadi patrol. The felines showed no mercy in killing his mother and seriously wounding him. At the time he had been 2 years old, not even fully into his adult years. The event traumatized him and made him hate the Skotadi. He had never been particularly fond of the other Dynasties but he respected them all the same as he was taught... but them he held no respect for.
He only wanted them dead.
It didn't help matters when the Skotadi picked up their attacks and their patrols, causing grief whenever they could. He argued for more decisive action, a war to show their power. That would put the big cats down... But the rulers would not hear of it. No one would. His reputation was at stake. He would bide his time, he would wait. It was difficult and he grew more and more bitter, more and more angry with each attack and each passing day. It weighed on his heart that he could do nothing. Not even his fellow Guardian would act and she was aggressive just as he was. It hurt him. Could he trust no one?
Apparently not.
He had a plan to set up an ambush, to let the rulers be killed and somehow maybe he could spin this to where they would have no choice but to start a war. He didn't get to finish making his plans as they were once again attacked in one of the bloodiest fights yet. Lives were lost on both sides and in the middle of the chaos the king and his son were under attack. He saw it happening, he could have stopped it...
But he didn't.
The antelope smiled to himself as he saw it happening, saw the heir calling out for him but he simply shrank away and ran. He was done with the thrice-blasted Clan. This was what happened when you were weak. The whole clan was weak, even the ones who wanted to fight were weak for sitting idly by while the rulers did nothing for years. He would run and regroup, start his own Clan.
He would destroy the Skotadi and then the Eleos would suffer for what had happened to his mother.
They would all suffer.
OTHER INFO
-He really likes strawberries
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