Registration Date: 06-10-2013
Last Visit: 10-02-2013 07:52 AM
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Played By: Aeon / CC

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Age 5 years	Gender Male
Species Hybrid	Sexuality none
Mate	Pack none
Rank rogue	Alignment Chaos

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The very embodiment of light and darks conflict over the soul. His very fur speaks of it's battle as every hair is neither white nor black and as he moves when the light hits it it tosses whites, blacks, and shades of greys across everywhere. It is never one set color unless both himself and everything around him stands still.

From his eye sockets sit two equally beautiful gems. His eyes neither the same color. His enter eye is black, not even the white remains as it seems the pupil has completely enveloped the rest of the eye. His left eye is a reverse and is as pure as snow, the whites of his eyes absorbing the iris and pupil into itself so all that remains is white. You can never tell where he is looking.

His stance is never sloppy and always holds himself regally. It is not on purpose it is just instinct to him. This is pronounced further by his huge size of 6 feet weighing 350 pounds. His feet firmly on the ground. He is pure muscle.

Does not share any of those traits other then his size. They do however share his mutations. He has a pair of wings, peculiar as such that they are those of a bat but are covered with feathers, the entire wing refracts light so all what is seen is the veins carrying the blood through it all. They are powerful indeed jutting from his shoulders, the front covering is covered in scales that run down to his main body where they race down his back in the form of plates that jut out in sharp spike like protrusions but are actually part of the scales. It runs to the base of his tail where it then envelops the entire top side of the tail.

Even though scales run along his back ad tail fur still grows underneath them as if it was armor. these hairs are longer then the others but only slightly as to keep heat from escaping from the patches under the scales. A single scar runs down from just under the right side of his jaw on his neck to just before his left shoulder.

Chraos is odd in appearance but odder in his personality. It is neither good nor evil. He is neither dark nor light hearted. He is simply there. He does not show emotion to often and can seem dark at some points, cold hearted, ruthless, but he does care. He is the definition of a true born leader. He tries to not let his emotions cloud his judgement ever but hates seeing those he has called friends be hurt more.

His anger although calmed most times is a beast caged within. It is not easy to bring it out since the beast itself seems to not want anything to do with others but once let loose is an unstable ball of rage, savagery, and carnage. It was this anger that was his downfall among his birth place pack. He is very much like his father and seems to be following his footsteps. He has already crossed the bridge to control his anger but still sees himself as incomplete.

His hidden nice guy side is his downside. Most view him as heartless and cold but he has a soft spot for fools and children. He acts like they irritate him and in all honesty they do but he can't bring himself to leave them be. Even his Ironclad will that allows him to go so far as to hold his breath till he faints can't resist his urge to protect and accompany them.

The name Chraos was the name his father, the alpha, gave him after he became a full fledged adult. It was in name of the god Chaos which his pack had believed in. The balance of good and evil in one being. There was indeed a constant shift of sides within him in his earlier years that his father noted but before his name was given he was XIII (treiskaideka) from where the name he goes by when he doesn't trust someone comes from, Kai . All pups were assigned the number in which they were born.

Chraos's father believed in giving his children the choice of what side of the fence they lived on, as he put it. He taught his children both sides. The side to those who are considered evil, and the side that is considered good. Most of his siblings chose a side though more leaned to the good side rather then evil but Chraos did not choose. Neither did his brother. They both chose to take no side. This put them both at risk. His brother VI and himself XIII unable to choose had to fight each other. A tradition of the family, there was never to be allowed more then one pup who chose neither side. For this they had to fight for survival.

It was one day when the moon passed the sun. The sky went dark and in this darkness the sign was given. Their father gathered the two and brought them to the woods where they were both pushed into cave. The floor slippery from the many years of water flowing past it gave them no grip and so they slipped in. The only way out was through this entrance.

The two were only three days from being brought to adulthood and from the top of the cave their father called down. "FIGHT! Only one may survive!" The pair wasted away in the cave for the first day trying to escape but soon they realized the futility of trying. There was only one entrance. "My brother. We must fight. I hold no grudge to you and love you as no other sibling could but one of us must survive." His brother was already at the ready. The cave was more then big enough to fight in though Chraos was hesitant at first but soon he rose to face his brother. The pair battled for almost a full hour but were finally on there last limbs. The pair were bleeding badly. Both staggering to stand but in one final push his brother used his claws to rake Chraos's neck. It caught well enough that to this day it leaves a deep scar but Chraos moved out of the way of the full attack and left his brother stumbling and in that moment he latched on to his neck and twisted.

Blood soaked his mouth and he dropped his brother. He turned to face the entrance where his father had been watching, the whole time. "I HAVE DONE WHAT YOU ASKED!" And without a word his father left. A large vine was thrown in with a loop that Chraos crawled into and let himself be dragged up to the surface. At the surface was his whole family. Everyone was there and had solemn looks. "You have won my son. It is with a heavy heart that this ceremony be taken place. May the god Chaos bless you for you shall carry his name in your ceremony tomorrow."

The next day came and Chraos received his name. He was silent as well as everyone else other then his father who only went through the tradition of naming every pup into adulthood as full grown wolves. A full year went by and Chraos trained his physique again and again to bring about the most strength he could. He wanted to be stronger, revenge on his mind caused him to push harder and harder each day.

It was on the anniversary of his brothers death. Chraos was full height and muscle galore, confronting his father in the middle of the pack meeting place. Chraos had howled and called everyone to this spot to witness this moment. The circle of wolves watched as the pair circled each other, ready to strike. Chraos was too eager though and struck first against his father. It was the wrong move, an as he came in his father slashed with his claws expertly, raking over the same spot his brother had caught before but this time deeper. It was only moments till Chraos was out.

When Chraos came to he was in the den, a pack member over top him healing his wound. It had been healed up for the most part and the bleeding was stopped but Chraos wanted the scar to remain as a reminder of his brother so without another word he rose and exited the den, the other pack member on his tail pleading him to let them finish. His father was sitting outside waiting and commanded the other wolf to leave it be as he wanted. It was a short conversation. His father said he could stay if he wanted but Chraos wanted nothing to do with this place any more. He had lost, humiliated so easily.

Chraos turned his back on his father and began to walk away. "I will return. Stronger. And when that happens I will kill you for what you had us do." Chraos has wandered the lands ever since.