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Registration Date: 06-18-2013
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Dexter Alistair Verbic's Info

"The one thing I've always been good at. Vetting, Stalking, and Killing... "

general information

Age 3 years	Gender Male
Species Halfling	Sexuality Straight
Mate	Pack
Rank	Alignment

Relations:

Father Silas Verbic	Mother Emma Verbic
Siblings Salvatore Verbic	Pups None

Other Info:

Dexter has two sides to his personality, Though he has no personality disorders, he often keeps his real self hidden behind a gentle facade.

appearance

Reference

Height 5ft. 11inch.	Weight 309Ibs.
Eye Color Acidic Green	Fur Color A deep, dark burnt charcoal.
Markings Dexter is the smaller of the brothers. Salvatore got the massive size and weight of the brutish family, his body is large with a decent amount of meat and muscle stretched over the thick bones beneath his skin and fur. Deeply embedded into the skull of this murderer is a set of cauldrons boiling acid dangerously, the color burning from the darkness of his face as orbs burn dangerously with the pooled liquid. Resting on the large skull of the male is a pair of horns, thin, long points curve backwards slightly before curving towards the sky, points sharp and dangerous as they threaten silently from their cranial post's. From his lips protrude two long points, curving downwards from underneath their fleshy prison's, free in the air as they giggle in the rays of any light. Below those oh so delicious daggers, a pair of hidden blades rest inside the large knuckles of the beast, these weapons are a secret to all, with the exceptions of family and those that fall victim to this dark beast. Amongst all the darkness of this beast, a pair of large magestic wings rest, gleaming feathers float their way long strong bones and muscles, dusting the feathers in a bright white coat of freshly fallen snow. These wings give the otherwise dreary looking male a sense of vunerability float around the male, though do not let his appearances or facade fool you, Dexter is nothing more then a cold blooded killer hidden behind kind and compassionate eyes.	Scent Dirt Air Ash

personality

Inner Personality

Dark: "sinister; evil; sullen or angry"
Serious: "of grave or somber disposition, character, or manner."
Numb: "incapable of action or of feeling emotion; enervated; prostrate; lacking or deficient in emotion or feeling; indifferent."
Sadistic: " pertaining to or characterized by sadism; deriving pleasure or sexual gratification from extreme cruelty."
Dangerous: "full of danger or risk; causing danger; perilous; risky; hazardous; unsafe."
Murderer:"manslaughter Compare homicide the unlawful premeditated killing of one human being by another."
Deadly: " fatal; lethal."
Conflicted "to come into collision or disagreement; be contradictory, at variance, or in opposition; clash."

Outer Personality

Charming: Pleasing; delightful.
Nice: "amiably pleasant; kind."
Calm: "free from excitement or passion; tranquil."
Friendly: "Showing or expressing liking, goodwill, or trust."
Playful: "full of play or fun; sportive; frolicsome."
Humorous: "having or showing the faculty of humor; droll; facetious"

Uncatogorized traits

Difficulty connecting with others: Self explanitory.
Collected: Not perturbed or distracted.
Detail Oriented: Paying particular attention to detail.
Intelligent: Having good understanding or a high mental capacity; quick to comprehend.
Cunning: Skill employed in a shrewd or sly manner, as in deceiving; craftiness; guile.
Witty: Amusingly clever in perception and expression.
Strong: Having, showing, or able to exert great bodily or muscular power; physically vigorous or robust.
Socially Awkward: Akward in most social situations.
Orderly: Arranged or disposed in a neat, tidy manner or in a regular sequence.

history

Dexter was born to a hateful father and a mother who spent every moment of their childhood defending their lives. Salvatore and Dexter were both born to a mother who was of the blood drinker descent, having seduced their father, she gave birth to two very obvious spawn of her bloodline. Though the boys were not the cause of pain and suffering to those around him, his father saw them as nothing more then parasites that the world needed to be rid of. His mother was constantly protecting their lives from the monster that helped to create them

As young boys often do, they wanted to be accepted by their father. Pining for a man to be there when he had no desire to even exist in the same area as them, finding them nothing but tainted meat in his bloodline. It was a constant struggle for life and death, as they grew older, the boys grew closer, always defending the other if the need arose.

As they came into their bodies, their father began to leave them alone a little more, still making attempts to destroy them in their sleep. Salvatore had given up a long time prior, Dexter however continued to seek acceptance, always finding nothing short of disappointment and often small injuries of snaps at his hind legs. It was a dark night when his darkness emerged.

Their mother had taught them ways to control their blood-lust, but Dexter always suffered from such sever cravings, often times finding the pain physical in his head. One night he went to his father, seeking the acceptance he longed for, but when his father laughed in his face this time, it was different. There was that pain, only this time is was excruciating this time, unbearable and he winced, in that second his father saw the opening in the defenses and lunged.

Dexter knew this was coming, sadly the intelligence of his lineage resting heavily within his cranium and it was quite unfortunate for this poor beast. He flashed acidic pools at the man and snapped his jowls roughly over the mans muzzle, biting into the flesh roughly, holding it in place as the cauldrons in his skull burned deeply back at the bi-colored eyed monster. Now, Dexter was the monster.

The blood seeped through the puncture wounds and into the males mouth. His palate absorbed the crimson liquid and that was how he broke. His brain felt like it was on fire, an itching, burning, ripping feeling, like bugs burrowing he needed to make it stop, it had to stop. The only way he knew how, was to feed his beast, as the need rose like wildfire in his throat he bit harder and released the man with a rough shove, sending the older male sliding a few feet from him.

More. He needed more, the boy felt his eyes glowing with hunger, his brain was screaming inside his head and it took everything not in his power to scream at it. Dexter had always been one to exercise extreme self control and now was the best display of such a talent. He stalked forward, his father scrambling to his feet to face the much larger male, growling he bared sharp fangs as he stretched those beautiful wings outwards. As if an angel of death stood before his father Dexter snarled and took heavy steps forward, his dangerous pools held the man still as the powers of the serpents held the man still. Thank you Momma.

He neared and as he approached the man he pressed his forehead against the others with almost painful force. I'll make you proud daddy... But not while your still breathing... He sneered as he ripped jowls open wide and clamped them down around the throat of his first victim, biting down in an almost artistic way, drinking him dry, bit by bit, the man became lifeless and limp.

He knew not what happened that night, or on any of the other nights these bouts happened. He had learned to control them for the most part, but the need can be unbearable sometimes, Salvatore and Dexter have been close since childhood and remain that way today, though the pair may separate, they are always 'in tune' with the other.

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