Kratos|Yagi|Male [complete]

[KRATOS]

General

OOC Name: Mr. Who?
Name: KRATOS
Alias:
Species: Yagi
Gender: Brutally Male
Age: Four Winters
Pack: Lone Ranger
Rank:

Physical
Height: 50 Inches
Weight: 220 Lbs

Appearance:

Kratos is one massive beast of pure monster muscle, and like a freight train he will run you down flatter than your mom's chest. Years of self training and clear persistence shaped him into a what he is today, in both appearance and personality.

Multiple savage horns of a dirty creamed hue stand in a twisted formation along his spine, a formidable and intriguing sight to behold. His shaggy, but surprisingly well groomed pelt consists of mostly the deepest of murky green, flowing around his well toned bodice like the eerie waters of a stagnant swamp. Lighter green accents highlight his thick paws, and sickly softens his underside.

With a broad muzzle riddled with bloodstained, yellowed fangs as sharp as razors, his conniving sneer falls well short of a warming smile. His eyes are of the brightest ruby red, seeming to glow in the darkness as the moon strikes them. His voice rumbles from his rock-solid chest, a deep, barreling tone than can send shivers down your spine even at low key.

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Mental

Strengths:

• Brute Strength: There is no denying this brutes sheer picture of power. Thick, well toned muscles aid his every movement, every strike. His battle tactics reside between in your face, and low, callous shots. Hit the ground, and Kratos will almost always kick you while your down.
  
  
• Cunning: Make no mistake by this brutes outer impression. On the inside, though clearly unstable, Kratos is quite the clever fella. He can easily asses situations, and get things done just by the words that drip off his tongue. He is no fool, and trying to trick him will only lead to your demise.
  
  
• Attention To Detail: Kratos can pick up verbal and physical attributes that can aid him in many areas. The slightest change in tone, or the brief flicker of a fearful brow, can give him the upper hand in many situations. Still somewhat learning this technique, he might sometimes get the actions wrong. Either way, he will act accordingly and without hesitation.
  

Weaknesses:

• Stamina: Because of his utter bulk, it is clear to see why Kratos lacks in stamina. Hunting can also be difficult, but lucky for him, Kratos is cannibalistic. Many a time he has befriended a fellow wolf, and ate them alive in the night. Most times, he scavenges, on anything dead. Be it game or his own kind, Kratos delights in both delicacies.
  
  
• Short Temper: This pretty much explains all of Kratos' sticky situations. His mean streak is easily awakened, causing the raging beast inside to swell and heave at the slightest provocation.
  
  
• Vain: There is no denying that Kratos is in love with himself. And why shouldn't he be? He is the perfect picture of Yagi stature, his genetics well sought after by many females. Its his personality that makes this guy terribly ugly. One might be able to admire the brute from afar, just don't taint your first impression by letting him open his mouth.
  

Personality:

Ruthless: Kratos knows nothing of feelings, of pain, of mercy. He will do whatever it takes to get his way, and that's just about anything. He would not hesitate to mentally, verbally, or physically abuse you to get what he wants.

Corrupt: Don't expect this brute to do anything nice for you. Favors, don't even think about it. Unless, he gets something out of it of course. He has no conscious, therefore could stoop to the lowest form if the price was right. He frequently, however, commits foul acts when he wants too, how he wants too, and when he wants too. Deny him of his intentions, and you best be prepared for the severe, and unjust consequences.

Vicious: Kratos has no preference when it comes to hurting others. Tooth and claw are his favored approach, but beware the venom that can spit forth from his thick tongue at all times.

Cruel: He is not afraid to slap around a bitch or two. He is not afraid to piss you off. And he is not afraid to shit in your freshly crushed skull and wear your skin like a trophy coat. If you don't want this happening to you, then best you turn in that pretty little tail of yours and head in the other direction.

History:

When Kratos was born, his father, Arkham, did not know anything about him. He was the result of a rape, and his father was long gone before anything about the pregnancy could be known.

His mother, another traveling gypsy was not so lucky. At first she tried to kill Kratos by throwing him off a cliff, but by some strange miracle, the chubby pup managed to land in the safety of a deep lake without her knowing. Upon closer inspection to make sure she had rid the world of this misake, she learned that Kratos was still very much alive. She became mad with rage and then tried to drown him. (in her defense, she did not want to raise a pup that was forced upon her) Fortunately, Kratos managed to evade his cruel mother, and escaped.

Somehow, another miracle befell onto the unfortunate pup, and he was picked up by a very old, loner female. She would feed him, but that was about it. There was no affection exchanged, no training, no information on life. She was just there for the important months before she passed away in the chill of winter.

After those few key months, Kratos was able-bodied and old enough to manage on his own, and so he lived alone wherever he could seek shelter, and fed on anything he could find. After a year or so of this, something broke in Kratos' mind, and finally faded away from the charming, happy puppy he was born to be. It was replaced by hatred for both his parents, and hatred for everything else. His sanity slowly slipped from his grasp, and all his mind reeled with was anger, revenge, and spite. One day they would see him again. And on this day, Kratos vowed to make them suffer.

The next few years Kratos grew into the beast he is today. He trained his body and mind vigorously, strengthening both parts beyond breaking point. He made no friends, but plenty of enemies, and became the perfect picture of his father at the same age. He raped, fought, and manipulated his way through the territories, making quite the name for himself. He hadn't just become his father, he became more, and much more deadly.

Other: Unknown spawn of Arkham.

[Cy]

My only qualm is how he survived with out his mother so young. Pups need mothers milk for a while, and even then the need help with meat for a while. Perhaps he was taken in by an unsuspecting mother that was so grief stricken by the loss of he own litter she took in a beast?