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M A R S
The long lost prince, escaping a past he refuses to face. A tiger in appearance and personality, there is little of Mars that is not seen upon initial impressions. Once the heir to a mighty clan of naval warriors, his family line now begins and ends with him. Despite that, he seems ever content to flee the past that has slowly caught up to him over the years. A man of means, and a brutal creature in both style and personality. He is a hunter by nature, with a lack of patience for any sort of shit.
Long ago he was a slaver, one who took the unruly and crushed them until they were pretty little gems. He was known for his skill, and his favoritism towards violence and punishment... that was until the ghosts he thought he left behind returned. Now? Now Mars has returned to Guildereim a changed man, fallen under the flag of his once lost clan. Apparently the same skills that made him a fearsome slaver and trainer work very well in keeping his crew in line, and there's oh so much money to be made on the sea. The Deimos banner is his, and he seems to have embraced it, along with the naval heritage of what was long forgotten. Take what you can and give nothing back.
Name Mars Deimos. Appropriate named for both the God of War, and the God of Fear and Terror. The last son of a long line of tigers, all stemming from the Deimos family, in a land far away. He currently rules as the heir to what is left of his crumbling civilization, although he hasn't quite accepted the broken crown given to him by his father's death.
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Gender Male, masculine, and undeniably so. Mars certainly doesn't pull any punches when it comes to his sexuality or his dress. Years of work have made Mars into a beast of a man, and while he may have grown just a little more lean with his time aboard his own vessel, it certainly hasn't caused any of that strength to leech away.Species A proud bengal tiger, from a proud line of tigers. There's little that doesn't just immediately announce the tiger's heritage when looking at him, and the Deimos family line certainly seems to have peaked with him.
Age An adult, certainly and by all means, but his true age is something that the very private tiger keeps rather close to his person. He doesn't seem to have any "Abilities" that might make him age slower or faster, or extend his life, meaning his adulthood is the one and only chance he'll get. Sources close to him say he's pushing his thirties, and close friends will give you an exact number of 29... so long as he doesn't find they told you.Status A free person, and a Lord at that. Mars isn't shy about his status, and he walks with the regal status of someone who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Despite this, there's no doubt that the tiger has seen his share of hard work. In the past he was known as a brutal, yet effective, slave handler, and was more than keen to train the untrainable. While those skills certainly haven't disappeared, he makes his money a little more... illegally now. A privateer of a lost naval force.
Appearance Every inch of Mars is a clear example of the prowess of the bred Deimos line. He is a massive asshole of a man, standing roughly six foot seven, all natural. Once a lean, almost lanky, teenager, the sins of the past he's lived through have caused him to turn into quite the muscled man, and how could it not? The skill of training slaves, especially the ones that need more "help" than others, is a demanding and hands on task.
His muscles are covered by a semi long, and incredibly soft, pelt, the same orange as a red sunset. His chest, the lower half of his face, and the bottoms of his feet are all cut by lines of pale cream. His tail is long, elegant, and just fluffy enough to make one wonder if he intentionally grooms it. Each of those colours is cut by harsh lines of black, scratches and drawn across his skin in intricate, lashing patterns. There seems to be no method to the madness of the black lines that cover his body.
Perhaps the most noticeable features of the tiger are his eyes- red as rubies, and just as harsh. They appear to be natural, burning like hellfire from beneath his dark lashes. They are usually framed by the platinum blond of his hair, long and almost unkempt, but never knotted or tangled. He tends to keep the strands from his face by braiding the left side, and this signature braid was seen most of his life as a slave trainer and in the Tether.
Now that he's returned, a life of a privateering has left his coat just a little less soft, and his muscles a little more defined. Hard work has replaced softness with scars across his face, and only that braid remains as a hint to the old Deimos, salt curled and constantly windswept. With his return, his clothing style has changed, no longer embracing the finery of things as he had before. Instead he sticks to his privateering clothing, occasionally reduced to little more than a shirt with the sleeves rolled up.... perhaps maintaining just a little sense of style still.
