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Post by Cerberus Fortuna on Nov 29, 2020 16:40:28 GMT -5
Cerberus Fortuna
MANOR, feral
MALE
SIXTEEN
Pansexual
Trash Squad
Unknown
MAIN ABILITY
APPEARANCE
Cerberus has dark, royal blue violet hair that is a fairly medium length. He has bright, sky blue colored eyes that occasionally glow when he is about to go feral. He stands at about 5'8" tall and has a lean and athletic build. He is fairly strong and well muscled, but he is thin because of not being taken care of for most of his life.
As for clothing, he wears whatever the hell is given to him. He was found in a dirty, tattered shirt and torn up pants. He tore part of that shirt and made it into a scarf that he wears around his neck to remind himself of where he came from.
As for clothing, he wears whatever the hell is given to him. He was found in a dirty, tattered shirt and torn up pants. He tore part of that shirt and made it into a scarf that he wears around his neck to remind himself of where he came from.
PERSONALITY
MAIN ABILITY: Feral Form - When he does go feral, he takes the form of this shadowy black being with large claws on his hands and viscous fangs. He is capable of tearing people apart with them, and often does. He does maintain his brightly colored eyes, only they glow bright and dangerous. He has no recollection of anything he does while he is in this form, though he knows that it's nothing good.
Cerberus has a quiet personality at the moment. He is still quite afraid of the world, and thinks he's just going to get hurt or punished or attacked. He is a lot like a kicked puppy, and can get aggressive when cornered. He is curious and adventurous and loyal though, and he seems to live to serve those that keep him fed.
He has quite a bit of remorse about the things he does in his feral form, but he is slowly coming to terms with the fact that he can't control it and that it's just something that happens.
Cerberus has respect for Sixteen and Saku as they're the ones that rescued him. He is wary of everyone else though.
Cerberus has a quiet personality at the moment. He is still quite afraid of the world, and thinks he's just going to get hurt or punished or attacked. He is a lot like a kicked puppy, and can get aggressive when cornered. He is curious and adventurous and loyal though, and he seems to live to serve those that keep him fed.
He has quite a bit of remorse about the things he does in his feral form, but he is slowly coming to terms with the fact that he can't control it and that it's just something that happens.
Cerberus has respect for Sixteen and Saku as they're the ones that rescued him. He is wary of everyone else though.
HISTORY
His history is kind of a blur. There was one point in time where he belonged to a family, or at least he thinks so. In all honesty, he had started going feral form a young age, and he knows nothing outside of the forest he was born in.
Cerberus tore apart everything, going feral constantly and having no control over anything he did. Eventually, they just started trying to keep him contained, finding more and more things to keep him separated or tied up. Ropes didn't work, and eventually they managed to find some chain, and that was just how he lived. He always had to keep the chains around himself, and he lived tied to a tree.
People brought him food every now and then, but he only had a twenty foot radius in which he lived his life. He would hunt and catch rabbits or birds or anything that came within that circle.
One day, he went feral and never went back. He lost sight of his humanity and slaughtered anything that came into his territory. He feasted on animal, manor, subhuman, it didn't matter. Food was food. He got water when it rained or snowed, but for the most part, that was it.
He lost hope, and lost whatever he had inside of him, turning instead only to the beast that he was.
For years he stayed this way. Until one day, the skies darkened and the ground shook. He could smell the blood on the battlefield, but no matter how hard he pulled, he could not get free. He screamed, that beastly guttural noise that just emerged from him tore through the area, but nothing responded.
He pulled and pulled and screamed in frustration, but nothing came of it. Eventually he gave up and just lay there, until he heard some twigs snapping. He lunged at the person that encroached on his territory, but he was strung up fairly easily.
It only took a moment of this person's time, but he felt himself changing. Thoughts filled his head, emotions ran through him, and his body went back to being human looking instead of the feral form he had known for years.
The person dropped him to the ground and snapped him free from the tree. "You're free now..." That was all he got before the person disappeared. Why he had stopped and taken the time to do such a thing was something he couldn't understand.
Cerberus just stood there, the chain in his hand. He flopped to the ground and sat there, just waiting. He had never left his area before, and he didn't know what to do about it. He found that he was weaker in this form, the cold was harsher, the hunger came more often. He grew tired and thirsty more often than before too.
It took awhile before anyone found him, chain still around him as he just sat against his tree. He was free, but he didn't know what that meant.
The ones that did find him though, some short kid who looked like hell, and some other guy, who didn't look much better. They went back and forth a bit, but eventually came to the conclusion that they would take him with them.
Since then, he had been calling Kyoken his home.
Cerberus tore apart everything, going feral constantly and having no control over anything he did. Eventually, they just started trying to keep him contained, finding more and more things to keep him separated or tied up. Ropes didn't work, and eventually they managed to find some chain, and that was just how he lived. He always had to keep the chains around himself, and he lived tied to a tree.
People brought him food every now and then, but he only had a twenty foot radius in which he lived his life. He would hunt and catch rabbits or birds or anything that came within that circle.
One day, he went feral and never went back. He lost sight of his humanity and slaughtered anything that came into his territory. He feasted on animal, manor, subhuman, it didn't matter. Food was food. He got water when it rained or snowed, but for the most part, that was it.
He lost hope, and lost whatever he had inside of him, turning instead only to the beast that he was.
For years he stayed this way. Until one day, the skies darkened and the ground shook. He could smell the blood on the battlefield, but no matter how hard he pulled, he could not get free. He screamed, that beastly guttural noise that just emerged from him tore through the area, but nothing responded.
He pulled and pulled and screamed in frustration, but nothing came of it. Eventually he gave up and just lay there, until he heard some twigs snapping. He lunged at the person that encroached on his territory, but he was strung up fairly easily.
It only took a moment of this person's time, but he felt himself changing. Thoughts filled his head, emotions ran through him, and his body went back to being human looking instead of the feral form he had known for years.
The person dropped him to the ground and snapped him free from the tree. "You're free now..." That was all he got before the person disappeared. Why he had stopped and taken the time to do such a thing was something he couldn't understand.
Cerberus just stood there, the chain in his hand. He flopped to the ground and sat there, just waiting. He had never left his area before, and he didn't know what to do about it. He found that he was weaker in this form, the cold was harsher, the hunger came more often. He grew tired and thirsty more often than before too.
It took awhile before anyone found him, chain still around him as he just sat against his tree. He was free, but he didn't know what that meant.
The ones that did find him though, some short kid who looked like hell, and some other guy, who didn't look much better. They went back and forth a bit, but eventually came to the conclusion that they would take him with them.
Since then, he had been calling Kyoken his home.
NORAGAMI - Yato
PROPERTY OF SHUNOJISKI ACADEMY ONLY
