Antagonist
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Race
Great Dane
Gender
Very Male
Height
Seven feet
Social Status
Free. Dominant/Master.
Does well enough financially.
Origins
Brittish/Turkish (Kohazzah )
Chinese (Taigoria ) colonie~~ Alias
The Dane
Status
widower to Riji
Marit First wife of Lyall
Poly
Orientation
Unknown
Voice Reference
This
Age
Born April 1st
Appears early 30's
A Dane of a dominance. Voice was dipped in bourbon, rich with depth, clipped with a warning to those under his feet. Chocolate fur with honey silver locks, a dog of finery and good taste. Hazel stare demanded respect and attention, commanding presence in that gaze alone. Not that he wasn’t unkind, but he was certainly a man who knew what he wanted. Muscled figure cloaked in suits and an aura that spilled confidence. His height helped in that imposing nature of his, aiding him in seeking the best of the stock for the House Lyall.
Likes/Dislikes
Likes- opium laced clove cigars
- Spirited slaves that know how to play within the boundaries
- ferals-wild ones
- Soft cuddly things
- Canines
Dislikes - Disrespect
- Most things that aren't canine or relatives of such
~~ Scarring- Two circular almost ripped raw scars around his elbows
- Various scars along his form from swords and a few gun shots
- A marred scar that travels from stomach down to just above his testicles.
- Tattoo of crossed swords against a blank shield upon his right shoulder
~~ Hobbies
Reading, Dog races, Hunting
~~ Mentality
Stability
Situation dependent. This is due to the fact
he suffers form a few issues.
Flaws
* Suffers a high case of PTSD
* Suffers aches and pains from old wounds
* Mild Opium habit forming
Soft Spot
Ferals
~~ Physical
Preferred Hand
Right
Eye Color
Hazel, leaning towards green
Hair Color
Almost white blonde
Hairstyle
long enough for a half top knot
Skin Tone
Rich chocolate brown
Shoe Size
10.
Dress
Sharply, usually a vest over a long
sleeved shirt. Pants, boots.
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Some Background
The blood of the coven is thicker than the womb of the water.
A man of fortune. A solider. Retired now, life had gotten boring within the travels of the world and seeking his calling after having taken so many lives within the..well that war is gone. Similar to every other one that natural greed and strife so often bring, rumors admits the circles he once traveled mentioned an island where he could come to find some type of.. different means. A way to make an old enjoyment something more permanent within his own lifestyle.
Guildereim, the land of slavery, sin, and debauchery. Sounded completely ideal to the ex-solider and as such he has found himself upon the island with his trusted manservant at his side, seeking to turn flesh for profit and slake an old hunger for control and dominance.
Having spent a handful of years upon this land, he has managed to establish himself well enough as Dane or the Sire. Honored by the First Wife's and his Second Wife's walk along side him this Alpha trio leads the prized Hounds and Lanista by their side and are just as well known figures individual as paired or all together. The hunger is there.. being fed by those who know how build instead of destroy...
Lost. The Wife. The son. The Golden predator. Shambles have risen and trials have come. House Lyall has returned to finish the war that took to many in it's aftermath. Let those who rise against us, tremble.
'lo though the House has walked in shadows, fed by the greed of the bloodline. Evil holds no power here. There are monsters built by the trials brought, the cost to high to keep the leash tight. Beware. Even the dogs of war have fled. -
Journal
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Drip, drip, drip January 30th 2023, 7:42 pm
There ought to be a whole lot more
You get nothin' for nothin'
Tell me who can you trust
We got what you want
And you got the lust
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the streets
Blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter
Every last drop
You want blood
You got it
Yes you have
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