EREBUS PEITHO~

[EREBUS PEITHO]

NAME. Fallenblood.
OTHER CHARACTERS. None as of yet.

NAME. Erebus Peitho.
NAME PRONUNCIATION. eh_reh_bus pay_thoe.
NAME MEANING. Erebus (Erebos, Skotos; Erebus is the spanish translation to Erebos) was the Protogenos (primeval God) of darkness. The name Erebus is also used as a referral for the dismissal to the realm of Hades (Hell). Peitho was the goddess or spirit (daimona) of persuasion, seduction and charming speech. In combination with force (bia) she also represented forceful inducement and rape (including bridal abduction). Peitho was a close companion of the goddess Aphrodite.

GENDER. Male.
SPECIES. Savannah Cat.
AGE. Eight years.
SEXUALITY. Straight.

APPEARANCE.
Standing at a comfortable sixteen inches, Erebus can come across as taller than he seems, simply because of his frame. He is not the biggest male, nor the broadest. Rather, he is rangy, though it is not to say he is lacking in decent muscle tone. Defined cords and muscles wrap with nothing short of perfect precision around his limbs, giving him the look of somewhere between an animal built for speed and strength. It is probably not a far cry to say he is simply an all-rounder - well balanced and carefully honed in all areas, like a decent male should be.

He has never had any aspirations to be the fastest or the strongest; he simply is what he is, and provided he survives, he does not mind how he looks. But there is an unusual languidity to his steps, that undoubtably attractive cat grace. It is .. well, sexy. Combined with the coloring of his pelt, it is simply sensual and appealing, in that lazy, badass kind of way.

Concerning his pelt, Erebus comes across as nearly the color of the shadows in which his name is derived from, despite his standard tawny-gold with black markings. Inherited from his late father, his paws are large and heavily clawed, but not so large they are out of proportion with the rest of him. His coloring is along the standard of all Savannahs, his patterning the simply spot scheme that blends them so well with their surroundings.

Scar-wise, Erebus has clearly seen more than enough experience in battle, or in nature in general. Marring the skin of his cheekbone is a long scar, a souvenir of an enemy male's claws who got too cocky before he was downed. Another long scar marrs the passage between lower whither and belly, trickling across his ribs to end in the curve of his flank, and a patch of roughened hide over his chest is the mark of an encounter with a viper's teeth.

If there is anything noticeable and melting about Erebus, it is his eyes. If one knows him or at least knows what to look for, they will know to watch them more often than not. Erebus perceives himself - and he is generally pretty accurate - as someone good at hiding his feelings and assuming a cool, reserved and almost emotionless facial expression that gives away nothing to the outsider, something the hardships of his life have forced him to assume. However, try as he might and even if he succeeds a little, Erebus has never been quite able to mask the expression of his eyes. Even shadowed, they are the secret to reading the male's feelings if one is perceptive enough or knows what to look for (aside from his other little nuances), and the bright, nearly yellow-gold orbs, framed in such a way by his fairly long eyelashes so that they almost appear slanted and exotic; they have, quite simply, an astonishing range and conveyance of emotion and feeling if he so much as allows it through.


PERSONALITY.
Erebus is .. unfathomable; there is just no other word to describe it. Actually, he could be described as rather annoying for that reason too, though his tendency towards being cheeky and a bit of a tease no doubt contributes to that. Which he is - Erebus has an unrepetant cheeky streak about the entire length of North America, and knows just how, where and when to needle someone to the stirrer and a tease, something which is only further helped along by those dark eyes and that air that practically oozes raw sensuality and daring, daring another to try and outwit that tactical genius mind and break past his barriers. As such, he comes across as rather cocky sometimes, almost arrogant, and haughty, which is no doubt emphasized by that lazy, watchful saunter of his.

As aforementioned, he is unfathomable. He is literally the epitome of the bad boy - mysterious, dark, sexy, and with the air that just dares someone to try and get by him. He often leaves even the strictest of minds wondering just what he has done or what he is thinking, even if he has done nothing, and can generally drive anyone to distraction - particularly females - with a well placed, slight smirk and that infamous eyebrow quirk, complete with those glittering, depthless golden eyes, and, now and again, that alluring, husky, almost rough and growl-like tone of voice (Gods forbid the unwitting female soul that actually hears him laugh out loud). He is also deathly patient, able to sit silently in one spot for hours, which can be quite scary at times.

However, Erebus has barriers, just like everyone else, but his are probably a little more controlled and stonier than most, simply because of not only his life as a widow, but the life he led in his childhood, or rather, lack of childhood. He is, in fact, very secretive and closed off from the majority of other people, never letting anybody else see the true Erebus, and only a very select few have ever seen the true Erebus. With the life he had, it is not too surprising that he does act like that - silent and shadowy, watchful and almost wary, secretive and keeping his thoughts and emotions closed up and locked off securely by the strength of his practical, intelligent mind. He is also rather reserved and shy at times of company - head shy is probably a good description, as he acts rather like a startled animal when he is suddenly confronted, particularly where emotions are involved and he cannot just turn off and win the confrontation with physical force or sharp, cold logic. As such, it is extremely hard to get past that, and more than once, he has caused trouble and pain for himself and others because he just is not good at opening up verbally (in fact, given the chance, he hardly speaks at all unless he knows and trusts the person implicitly, something that is further hard to gain with him).

It is not to say Erebus is cruel or nasty, though. Quite the opposite, actually, despite how he may act and speak on the outside. Erebus is in fact rather uncertain of himself sometimes - perhaps not physically; he is aware of his strength and finesse as a fighter - but he can be quite vulnerable if one exposes his inner self and makes him confront it; it is almost sad, really, how much like he can become like the child he never was sometimes. He would never, ever hurt those he loves and adores in any way, or try not to, and rather, the depths of his loyalty and adoration for those special few - from his team mates to his immediate family - is almost on the brink of worship for them - quite frankly, the depths of his love for those select few seem to have no boundaries, and can be rather overwhelming sometimes, though infinitely warming and rewarding, as the implicit trust and surprisingly sweet, warm, protective nature he shows towards you is something to be treasured.

His biggest issues with this is probably that he can be extremely overprotective and possessive sometimes, prone to jealousy if his worry is aroused (though he can generally keep that under control with his intelligent, strong mind), rather fearful of the idea of losing what he loves to anybody in any way even if he will never show it, and now and again, what is an intensely passionate nature both physically and mentally can be somewhat overwhelming even for him sometimes, though in the end, he will give absolutely everything he is capable of giving, even if it is just quiet - no flowery words or extravagant gifts from him, because what you see if what you get, and in the end, if you love him enough, the silence speaks far louder with him than anything else ever could.

FIRST IMPRESSION. Sexy badass, pretty fucking arrogant, bro.


HISTORY.
Though he is not one to flaunt drama and tragedy, Erebus' life has never been lacking in it. When he was nine months old, Khronos, his beloved father, was killed, though he took the passing dog that dared threaten his family down with him. Erebus never quite figured out what happened after that, but something seemed to snap in his mother, and he became the victim of her random rages as frequently as he did the moments when she would let him feed. However, Erebus found a way to combat this, and find little joys .. by protecting, playing with and coddling Khronos' legacy when they were born, the little twins and Erebus' brother and sister, Aither and Kichiro.

Erebus doted on his favorite siblings, probably more than most would, and thus, he was absolutely heartbroken when little Kichiro was killed in a particularly murderous storm, crushed by a falling power-line pole. It deeply wounded the young male's heart, and once Aither, his brother, was old enough, Erebus handed over the responsibility of their mother's well-being, told his brother to take care, and fled their little niche in the forest.

After that, Erebus spent some time wandering, getting some of his scars, and doing everything a lone male did. He kept to the shadows and away from the humans, though he sought companionship now and again, and it was doing this that he would meet a young light golden tabby tom and a fully black male Ragdoll, Dotro and Kuro. They banded together, becoming rather the bane of the bachelor existence, and stayed together for a few years, wandering about before they found their respective homes. Kuro found a young almost grullo-colored Manx female whose name was Halia, and went with her. Dotro found a rather fiery beauty known as Sayuri, and went with her. It was a sad parting, but unlinke most, the males promised to keep in contact in some way and form, even if it was just a passing hello when they saw each other. After this, Erebus wandered some more, before he found a joy of his own.

Nyx was almost as tall as he, willowy, pale cream, shy, but sweet and kind. Probably not a female anyone who knew Erebus expected him to fall for, but Nyx was and still is the love of Erebus' life. He protected her fiercely, and she bore two kits. The first was Kichiro, named after Erebus' long dead little sister, a cheeky girl who was the apple of her sire's eye. Ryomaru followed a year on, as shy and sweet as his mother, with the same wide cerulean eyes. Erebus' life was, quite simply, as perfect as it could be after the heartache he had endured.

However, Heartache clearly was not finished with him. When he was six, a severe winter struck, and Nyx, who had never been particularly meaty, fell gravely ill. As Erebus was injured at the time, he could do nothing to get her elsewhere, and on the night of the winter solstice, Erebus was left with no love and a broken heart without his precious Nyx. It was not over yet, though. Mere weeks later, Kichiro was attacked by an older male when she refused to go with him, and though her sire and brother chased him away, they arrived too late, and Kichiro died of the wounds inflicted on her. Completely and utterly hateful of the world at this point, Erebus began his wanders again, with Ryomaru at his side. However, when he came of age, Erebus ordered Ryomaru to cease following his bitter, wounded father, and find a love and a place of his own. It hurt him deeply, sending his son away, but it was for the best. Since then, Erebus has since .. wandered.

RELATIONSHIPS.
Khronos, father (deceased).
Ananke Kasiona, mother (deceased).
Aither, first brother (whereabouts unknown).
Kichiro, first sister (deceased).
Nyx, first mate (deceased).
Kichiro, first daughter (deceased).
Ryomaru, first son (whereabouts unknown).

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