Cerberus - Male - God

[Loki]

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Name: Cerberus
Gender: Male
Pack: God
Rank: God
Power: Control over fire and spirits
Siblings: Cronos, Einarr
Mate: Saga
Offspring: N/a

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Appearence: Most see Cerberus as a hulking monster made of shadows and evil. Lost souls scream from the dark confines of his pitch colored pelt and hopelessly call for help as they wail from their prison. The demon has eyes that pierce your soul and freeze you to the spot, two hues of emerald that suck your life straight out of your body. His very presence leaves the taste of ash on your tongue and a nervous bleeding in your brain. Hell incarnate perhaps? He is death made tangible and very, very real. And yet for those that have come to love the God of the Underworld he is merely a gentle giant.

A teddy bear with fur colored a soft black, like shadows that only wish to wrap you in their gentle embrace. His eyes are an intense green, yes, and they are unsettling, but they bring comfort in the form of knowing that a single glare from their fiery depths can chase off even the darkest of the Underworld's inhabitants. His hulking mass is the perfect pillow and cushion, his fluffy pelt a warming blanket great for snuggling into during those frigid winter nights.

None will ever be able to give you a definite answer on what accessories the shadowy God wears as they are never the same. A skull with empty eye sockets and gaping jaws could obscure his features and leave his face in shadow. A single needle of bone could pierce his ebon aud or perhaps a chain of barbed thorns could cut around his throat. At night some can hear chains that hang from his frame and rattle like chittering ghouls, other swear to of heard screeching as blades of metal dragged behind the God from knots of flesh within his fur. Others still claim of seeing riches in the forms of gold and gems tied into his pelt while others claim there is nothing at all; just the shadowy form of the Soul Collector. At times nothing else is needed to scare ones life right out of their body in a scream of terror.

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Personality: Cerberus. The name brings about a scary image, yes? Slavering jaws filled with ivory daggers viciously waiting to tear into your soft flesh, a tongue lolling between split lips and eagerly awaiting the chance to taste spilt blood. A massive figure of shadow that puts the word monster to shame, as this creature is so much more. He is a demon, you think, a devil that steals innocent souls and damns them to the pits of Hell for his own amusement. Adorning his large paws are curled and gnarled claws that utter a soft tap as they hit the brimstone beneath the demonic being. Narrowed eyes of acidic green freeze you to the bone and wilt away your inner self much like a rose within flames. This is what many think when the name Cerberus is uttered on those dark chilly nights. The wolf himself doesn't mind the foolish descriptions said of him, they only serve to amuse the giant and keep many an agitating mortal away from his home of the Underworld; which is much preferred by him anyhow.

Yes, the massive ebon brute can be quite menacing, but he doesn't go out of his way to seem evil. Usually. Cerberus isn't known for his social skills and is definitely known as the silent type. He speaks rarely and softly and that's only in the presence of other Gods, Goddesses, and Souls. Mortals who have spoken with the God of the Underworld are few and far between and more than eager to keep hushed on topics involving said communication. The God of the Dead's frigid silence and dead panned stare make most creatures unsure of him and fidgety when in his presence. While you may be eager to seek him out, once you have his attentions things quickly become awkward and tense. Most who have spoken with the hulking coal colored wolf wish they had just decided to leave him be. Who enjoys being stared at like their very soul is on display for all to see and judge?

Then there are times when the Keeper of Souls does intend to threaten and intimidate you, and those are the moments when all above mentioned rumors seem very true. Though it happens rarely, as Cerberus is known to be a wise and patient God, his anger is a terrifying force to be faced with. The God of the Underworld holds no qualms with taking a life early and tormenting said soul to his hearts content. Allowing arrogant and defiant mortals to catch glimpse of their own death is usually punishment enough in the massive charcoal wolf's mind, and occasionally an exceptionally quarrelsome mortal may find themselves hearing the exact date of their death whispered in their ears and forced to bare that horrifying knowledge for the rest of their short lives. It is no light thing to know when your life will be extinguished and that your days are numbered down to something tangible and no longer unknown.

And yet there are whispers of a large ebon wolf that sings softly to the spirits that reside in his realm and gently croons to lonely souls that have yet to find company among the rest. Of a hulking wolf that is more teddy bear than beast, a coal colored wolf that wraps two ravens within his protective embrace much like a father to his child. A wolf that, while holding an air of danger, gifts light kisses to his mate and holds her in the highest regards. And rarer yet are the hidden stories of the God embarking out of his realm to personally collect souls that he holds dear to him, of a massive wolf that plays with spirits too young to rightfully inhabit his Underworld. Whispered nothings of a shadowy figure that represents a father, a brother, a lover...something lost but now found, something to hold close to your heart knowing it will always be there to keep you safe and protected from any that wish harm. Cerberus could be all of these things...or he could be none of them at all.