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General

IDENTITY
Name >> Cicero
Age >> Adult
Gender >> Cis Male [he/him]

BUILD
Height >> 86 cm | 34 in
Weight >> 39 kg | 86 lbs
Description >> A devilishly framed fellow whose fluid body has been likened to that of a snake. Slightly underweight of his own volition, taut musculature covers his body giving it the feel of a reptile—all muscle and no fat. Bristles the shade of dry blood slick inline along each dip and curve accentuate Cicero's sleek form. Relatively ineffective against the cold, he would never betray how it vexes him. His only scar is a torn left ear. A minor injury to some; a major wound to his vanity.
Gait >> Sedate and smooth or swift as an adder, it all depends on his mood.

DETAILS
Voice >> Deep, full and sultry. The emphasis trailing his words comparable to a hiss.

Scent >> Blood-tinged notes of bitter herbs. It's faint, blending into his surroundings enough to move without detection. But at close proximity it pricks the nose.
Moonphase >> Oak, The Leader
Abilities >> None

FACTION
Pack >> Kol
Rank >> Varen
Task >> None

Personality

CLASSIFICATIONS
Alignment >> Lawful Evil
Personality Type >> Executive [ESJT-A]
Temperament >> Choleric

TRAITS
Positive >> Cordial, Resilient, Sanguine

Neutral >> Hedonist, Sadistic, Zealous
Negative >> Conceited, Egotistical, Imperious

MOTIVATIONS
Drive >> Ascension.
Fear >> That he is not among the chosen.

PREGAME
Vitriolic sybarite, embodiment of the serpentine. Cicero seeks the means to satiate his desires. Manipulation is second-nature; ill intentions obscured beneath honeyed words and veiled smiles. Polite when it suits him, vile as he pleases—the sanguine male's mercurial manner can be construed as charming. When he wishes to pry a prize from unwilling lips he is decidedly cordial. However, individuals that cross him are not privy to his acrid attempts at decorum. Having a penchant for inflicting pain renders him prone to lashing out if provoked past his limit; an inclination that has cost him the physical perfection he once sought.

His body is a temple. A vessel honed in the name of a higher power. Acquiescent to the allure of authority he displays deference toward his betters and condescension against those beneath him. Order is necessary. A measure of accomplishment. Dominance. Cicero covets status, yet languishes when its conditions are unappealing. Pride compels him to act only on terms he considers commendable. While not adverse to becoming a tool fulfilling another's agenda he will not abide treachery. Despite the cultist's more unscrupulous aims his word is binding—a distinction he does not lavish lightly. For even a villain must have his virtues.

History

PREGAME
CW: None

Lesser minds fear what they can't understand. Cicero’s progenitors were skeptics—relics of a bygone age. They believed magic was mere fiction. Immaterial entertainment for elders to frighten the young. Yet, despite their disbelief he refuses to speak ill of them otherwise, nor can he abide implications that their actions are responsible for his disposition. The viper was reared in a nurturing environment. His folks close to pure as people could come. Samuel was a mighty protector; Ursa a compassionate caretaker. The couple raised their children right. How one son could go so wrong was an enigma to any who knew them.

Having no interest in serving the united pack he was perceived as indolent. Insubordinate and worse. His parents’ attempts to engage their son fell on deaf ears. What reason had he to toil when they could already fulfill their every need? There were scores of wolves better suited to completing the menial tasks they endeavored to assign him. Being a single head among many leading a life of monotonous drudgery—the very idea was an affront to his sensibilities. He’d rather die than subject himself to the mediocrity of the status quo. But he was destined for a greater calling.

Whispers of magic enthralled him. Dominating his thoughts. Whetting an inexhaustible appetite for the unattainable. He dreamed of glory. Of a realm beyond his comprehension, and the prophet who would lead him there. Attending the gathering of enlightened on the beach to bathe in the blood of mankind solidified aspirations of godhood that were sown in his youth. As a devotee of Malaysia he eagerly abandoned what would become Tundes to participate in the founding of Kol. Intent on ascending to his promised position among preeminent peers.

Cicero dutifully assumed the mantle of an adnos. The station suited him; naturally, seeing as he was one of the island's chosen. Who more suitable to safeguard the seat of their faith than a true believer? An undertaking worthy of his efforts, the crimson wolf performed admirably. Earning the rank of kilti with ease and the respect rightfully owed, it appeared as though he'd found a glorious purpose of his own. But even among allies there were enemies abound. For not all Kol were created equal.

Temptation is an unfortunate aspect of enlightenment. The burden of always needing answers. Innumerable hours spent attending to Remiel merely exasperated his affliction—feeding a festering desire to see its interior for himself. Surely he'd proven himself worthy. He was well aware of the consequences should he falter; unable to abandon his aspirations entirely, he began sneaking closer to the sacred monument than was typically allowed. Hoping he might catch a glimpse of the temple and what lay inside. But instead of finding the knowledge he sought, his activities were exposed by an impertinent underling; a mere varen. As a result he was divested of his standing, reduced to the same sad stature as his betrayer.

Despite that significant setback, Cicero was determined to restore his reputation. And after a brief period of profound introspection he was prepared to do just that.

INGAME

Words

BONDS
Arax >> Lovely little sister that she is, Arax has diverged from her brother's confidence. Any endearment he harbored for the virulent virago renounced. Exuviated surely as she'd shredded his ear, spilled his lifeblood and damned his mortal shell to a fate of irrevocable imperfection.
Kratos >>
Kuromori >>
Andras >> A frivolous fling—the ideal noncommittal engagement far as he's concerned. It was superficial, fleeting and convenient. He appreciated the simplicity of their interactions; the freedom to be himself without worry of reprisal over wayward words. A difficult demand considering his rather egregious ego.
Heel >> Conniving weasel would be a kindness compared to the curses his presence provokes. The varen who reported the transgression resulting in his demotion, he has assumed personal responsibility for making the insignificant worm suffer.

Other

PALETTE
Coat >> Deep Crimson
Eyes >> Snake Eye Yellow

TRIVIA
>> An avid assigner of pet names as means of affection or irritation.
>> Partakes in intermittent fasting, believing it a demonstration of mastery over his carnal desires.

OOC
Contact >> Discord [databull#7174]
Random Events >> Yes
Design >> @/data-bull

EDIT NOTES
07.11.2021 >> Draft created.
06.29.2021 >> App completed.
12.23.2021 >> Yassifies your Cicero.

Description

<< Soul Log >> << Gallery >>

General

IDENTITY
Name >> Cicero
Age >> Adult
Gender >> Cis Male [he/him]

BUILD
Height >> 86 cm | 34 in
Weight >> 39 kg | 86 lbs
Description >> A devilishly framed fellow whose fluid body has been likened to that of a snake. Slightly underweight of his own volition, taut musculature covers his body giving it the feel of a reptile—all muscle and no fat. Bristles the shade of dry blood slick inline along each dip and curve accentuate Cicero's sleek form. Relatively ineffective against the cold, he would never betray how it vexes him. His only scar is a torn left ear. A minor injury to some; a major wound to his vanity.
Gait >> Sedate and smooth or swift as an adder, it all depends on his mood.

DETAILS
Voice >> Deep, full and sultry. The emphasis trailing his words comparable to a hiss.

Scent >> Blood-tinged notes of bitter herbs. It's faint, blending into his surroundings enough to move without detection. But at close proximity it pricks the nose.
Moonphase >> Oak, The Leader
Abilities >> None

FACTION
Pack >> Kol
Rank >> Varen
Task >> None

Personality

CLASSIFICATIONS
Alignment >> Lawful Evil
Personality Type >> Executive [ESJT-A]
Temperament >> Choleric

TRAITS
Positive >> Cordial, Resilient, Sanguine

Neutral >> Hedonist, Sadistic, Zealous
Negative >> Conceited, Egotistical, Imperious

MOTIVATIONS
Drive >> Ascension.
Fear >> That he is not among the chosen.

PREGAME
Vitriolic sybarite, embodiment of the serpentine. Cicero seeks the means to satiate his desires. Manipulation is second-nature; ill intentions obscured beneath honeyed words and veiled smiles. Polite when it suits him, vile as he pleases—the sanguine male's mercurial manner can be construed as charming. When he wishes to pry a prize from unwilling lips he is decidedly cordial. However, individuals that cross him are not privy to his acrid attempts at decorum. Having a penchant for inflicting pain renders him prone to lashing out if provoked past his limit; an inclination that has cost him the physical perfection he once sought.

His body is a temple. A vessel honed in the name of a higher power. Acquiescent to the allure of authority he displays deference toward his betters and condescension against those beneath him. Order is necessary. A measure of accomplishment. Dominance. Cicero covets status, yet languishes when its conditions are unappealing. Pride compels him to act only on terms he considers commendable. While not adverse to becoming a tool fulfilling another's agenda he will not abide treachery. Despite the cultist's more unscrupulous aims his word is binding—a distinction he does not lavish lightly. For even a villain must have his virtues.

History

PREGAME
CW: None

Lesser minds fear what they can't understand. Cicero’s progenitors were skeptics—relics of a bygone age. They believed magic was mere fiction. Immaterial entertainment for elders to frighten the young. Yet, despite their disbelief he refuses to speak ill of them otherwise, nor can he abide implications that their actions are responsible for his disposition. The viper was reared in a nurturing environment. His folks close to pure as people could come. Samuel was a mighty protector; Ursa a compassionate caretaker. The couple raised their children right. How one son could go so wrong was an enigma to any who knew them.

Having no interest in serving the united pack he was perceived as indolent. Insubordinate and worse. His parents’ attempts to engage their son fell on deaf ears. What reason had he to toil when they could already fulfill their every need? There were scores of wolves better suited to completing the menial tasks they endeavored to assign him. Being a single head among many leading a life of monotonous drudgery—the very idea was an affront to his sensibilities. He’d rather die than subject himself to the mediocrity of the status quo. But he was destined for a greater calling.

Whispers of magic enthralled him. Dominating his thoughts. Whetting an inexhaustible appetite for the unattainable. He dreamed of glory. Of a realm beyond his comprehension, and the prophet who would lead him there. Attending the gathering of enlightened on the beach to bathe in the blood of mankind solidified aspirations of godhood that were sown in his youth. As a devotee of Malaysia he eagerly abandoned what would become Tundes to participate in the founding of Kol. Intent on ascending to his promised position among preeminent peers.

Cicero dutifully assumed the mantle of an adnos. The station suited him; naturally, seeing as he was one of the island's chosen. Who more suitable to safeguard the seat of their faith than a true believer? An undertaking worthy of his efforts, the crimson wolf performed admirably. Earning the rank of kilti with ease and the respect rightfully owed, it appeared as though he'd found a glorious purpose of his own. But even among allies there were enemies abound. For not all Kol were created equal.

Temptation is an unfortunate aspect of enlightenment. The burden of always needing answers. Innumerable hours spent attending to Remiel merely exasperated his affliction—feeding a festering desire to see its interior for himself. Surely he'd proven himself worthy. He was well aware of the consequences should he falter; unable to abandon his aspirations entirely, he began sneaking closer to the sacred monument than was typically allowed. Hoping he might catch a glimpse of the temple and what lay inside. But instead of finding the knowledge he sought, his activities were exposed by an impertinent underling; a mere varen. As a result he was divested of his standing, reduced to the same sad stature as his betrayer.

Despite that significant setback, Cicero was determined to restore his reputation. And after a brief period of profound introspection he was prepared to do just that.

INGAME

Words

BONDS
Arax >> Lovely little sister that she is, Arax has diverged from her brother's confidence. Any endearment he harbored for the virulent virago renounced. Exuviated surely as she'd shredded his ear, spilled his lifeblood and damned his mortal shell to a fate of irrevocable imperfection.
Kratos >>
Kuromori >>
Andras >> A frivolous fling—the ideal noncommittal engagement far as he's concerned. It was superficial, fleeting and convenient. He appreciated the simplicity of their interactions; the freedom to be himself without worry of reprisal over wayward words. A difficult demand considering his rather egregious ego.
Heel >> Conniving weasel would be a kindness compared to the curses his presence provokes. The varen who reported the transgression resulting in his demotion, he has assumed personal responsibility for making the insignificant worm suffer.

Other

PALETTE
Coat >> Deep Crimson
Eyes >> Snake Eye Yellow

TRIVIA
>> An avid assigner of pet names as means of affection or irritation.
>> Partakes in intermittent fasting, believing it a demonstration of mastery over his carnal desires.

OOC
Contact >> Discord [databull#7174]
Random Events >> Yes
Design >> @/data-bull

EDIT NOTES
07.11.2021 >> Draft created.
06.29.2021 >> App completed.
12.23.2021 >> Yassifies your Cicero.