Rimmed with Fire - Latros

| Name: | Latros

| Pronunciation: | Lat-rohs

| Name Meaning: |  Highwayman, brigand.

| Age: | 5 Quests 10 Journeys

| Gender: | Male

| Species: | Mule deer

| Rank: | Lord

 

| Herd: | Ita Ut Deum

| Religious Beliefs: | Deum follows the old gods, as does Latros.

 

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Personality:

(+/-) - Explanation

| Summary: |

| Major Traits |

Hidden traits are rarely displayed outwardly, and thus few know about them.

Loyal {Cardinal} | Brave | Severe/Strict | Sensitive | Lonely (Hidden!) | Philanderer | Aggressive | Paranoid/inferiority complex (Hidden!)

( + )Loyal - The herd means a lot to him, and he is determined to protect it to his last breath. He'll always keep a promise that he makes, though he admittedly doesn't promise things often. 

( + )Brave - When something of his is being threatened, he will not hesitate to step in and fight. While he is self-centered and will not always put his life on the line, if he thinks he will win he will always protect others.

( = )Severe/Strict - Insolence, insubordination, and laziness are not traits that Latros tolerates. In his herd, rules must be followed, as they exist for a reason. Anyone who breaks a rule will be punished. If their actions put the herd in danger, he will not go soft on them, and has in the past laid the death penalty in extreme cases.

( = )Sensitive -  Latros can sometimes be touchy, and a casual comment can have a much bigger effect on him than the speaker may have intended. Criticism sometimes angers him or sends him in to depression. 

( = )Lonely -This trait is hidden, meaning that he keeps it to himself and may not even be aware of it.
As a result of his paranoia and inferiority complex, Latros is terrified of being alone. He is afraid that some day he will wake up and his herd will have left him, or someone else will have taken power in his sleep. This leads him to surround himself with others, even if they are false friends. Just being around others comforts him.

( = )Philanderer - Latros can't settle for just one deer. He doesn't trust anyone enough for that. Due to his constant need to be around people, he often adopts many mates and refuses to marry. 

( - )Aggressive - While this was a trait that he always had, it became more dominant when he became leader and had to defend his claim. Winning fights boosts his ego, and though he's not foolish enough to start a fight with the other herd, he has no qualms about settling fights with battle. Any challengers are met with brute force and a quick defeat. He refuses to back down unless he senses imminent death.

( - )Paranoid/Inferiority complex -  While Latros is incredibly large and strong, he knows that mentally he may not be the best choice for leader. As such, he's always wary of usurpers, and sometimes sees threats where they aren't. He hates to come in second to anyone, and is afraid of losing. He has many fears of abandonment or of losing his power, as well as being afraid of betrayal. 

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History:

| Birth/Fawn: |

Latros's father was the leader of Deum before him, and the two were similar in many ways. Like Latros, his father was never content with one mate, until he met his mother. Latros's mother wasn't the prettiest or cleverest doe in the herd, but she was the first to bear a son, and for that, his father loved her. When he was born, his father celebrated, and he was immediately the favorite child. 
Latros's father trained him personally to act a prince. He was taught manners, diplomacy, and especially how to fight. From the moment he was born, he was groomed to be a prince. 
Latros was always a large deer. His mother later swore that she had almost died birthing him, and people tended to believe her. As a fawn, he was already nearly half a foot taller than the others, but nobody dared to make fun of him for it, because they knew it'd start a fight. Nonetheless, he didn't mind helping out where he could, and could often be found with the Elders, listening avidly to their stories. 

<li wytiwyg="1">Born to the Lord of the herd</li>
<li wytiwyg="1">Groomed to lead from a young age</li>

| Adolescence: |

When he finally became a Greenhorn at one year old, Latros was very excited. Finally he would be able to become an adult. He resolved to himself that he would become an adult faster than anyone else in his age group. He threw himself at challenges, working his way through until his wish was granted. He graduated at half a year with two other young deer. Although not quite what he wanted, it was still a respectable achievement.
He wanted to be a Battler, and luckily for him he was. As a large and strong deer, he was practically built for the job.

<li wytiwyg="1">Became a Greenhorn</li>
<li wytiwyg="1">Desperate to train and grow stronger</li>
<li wytiwyg="1">Trained as Battler</li>

| Adulthood: |

Everyone expected the strong young stag to become a Battler, and that he did. His considerable strength and size made it easy for him to win fights, and he rarely had qualms about fighting. While this worried some, his father was proud, and that was what mattered to Latros.
When he was two years old, half a year in to his adult life, his father had another son, with a different doe. His name was Virtus, and suddenly Latros became the second child. Everyone coddled him. He was cuter, smarter, and much more sociable. Latros was respected, but suddenly he was out of the limelight. He became bitter. Nonetheless, Virtus looked up to him, at least at first. But as he grew up, Latros was spurred to become stronger.
It was about this time that Latros noticed another fawn, one near the same age as his half brother. He was bullied for his small size, in much the same way that Latros had once been bullied for his large size. Latros had to step in. It surprised even him. For someone so devoted to strength, why should he care about weakness?
Latros's father was an aging stag, and it only took one infected wound to bring him down. He left his sons, Latros and Virtus, in line for leadership, and Latros would not let that opportunity slip by him. Maddened by grief, he fought his brother for the position of leader, and due to his size and strength, easily won.


<li wytiwyg="1">Became Battler</li>
<li wytiwyg="1">Younger brother born</li>
<li wytiwyg="1">Fought brother for dominance and won</li>

| Lord: |

Finally, Latros was safe in his dominance. All eyes would be on him, right? And it was so. For a while, he was content. But it wouldn't last. He became more and more worried. His brother was so much more noble than him. He needed somebody to tell him he was perfect, that he was better, and so he started courting others. Eventually, he had a few close does to him, and one or two stags, but still he wasn't content. He was consistently gripped by paranoia, knowing that at any moment, his life might fall apart. But he covered that by an outer, braver shell, because he knew he needed to be a leader, not a pathetic fawn.
When it was time to choose a buck, he looked before him at the herd. There were many strong stags, and a few strong does, but to him, all of them seemed a threat. Lost in thought, he studied the deer before him, before his eyes fell on a light stag the color of the sun. He was the fawn he had helped when he was younger, and he had grown in to a strong young buck. And unlike the other deer, he gazed at Latros with something more like devotion than respect. 
And so it was that Solaris was his right-hand man.

• Became Lord
• Paranoia grew
• Selected Chiefs

| Notable Features: |

Huge face scar

| Size: |

<li wytiwyg="1">[Height at Shoulder:] 13 hands</li>
<li wytiwyg="1">[Length Sans Tail:] 2.1 m</li>
<li wytiwyg="1">[Weight:] 150 KG</li>

| Build and description: |

<li wytiwyg="1">Latros is extremely large and strong, with bunched muscles everywhere under his ash-toned pelt. He has scars in many places over his body, and his antlers are wide. His eyes are bright green.</li>

| Scars: |

<li wytiwyg="1">[Temple Scar:] A deep scar lies on his temple from one of his dominance fights. </li>
<li wytiwyg="1">[Chest scar:] An attack from a predator etched this one on his skin.</li>

| Voice: | His voice is very deep and conveys the sense that his orders are meant to be followed.

| Facts: |

<li wytiwyg="1">He is quick to anger and will fight if he feels threatened.</li>
<li wytiwyg="1">He doesn't really understand love.</li>
<li wytiwyg="1">He just wants friends.</li>

| Fears: |

<li wytiwyg="1">[Replacement:] This is the reason he fights so much. He refuses to be alone.</li>
<li wytiwyg="1">[Being alone:] He is sure that one day everyone he knows will leave him.</li>

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Relationships:

| Romantic relationship status: | Open

| Sexual orientation: | Anyone who gives him affection.

| Relationship Statuses : |

Neutral/Aquaintance

Unsure/Confused

Respect

Friend

Close friend / Best friend

Love

Mate

Crush

Annoyance

Discomfort

Hate

Like Family

Family

Name | Relationship

Bullets |  |

"~~"

Chemo | Leader of other herd

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"TBA"

Solaris | Cheif

 |  |

"TBA"

Balius | Cheif

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"TBA"

Jasper | Cheif

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"TBA"

| Role Play Sample: |

The ferns parted as the pale apprentice slid through the undergrowth. This part of the territory was particularly forested, which made it more difficult to catch prey. However, the squirrel he'd been chasing had seen fit to escape to this grassy area. The grass tickled his nose, laced with the tantalizing scent of a young squirrel.

The grass was sparser up ahead, and the squirrel was on the ground, a pine nut clamped in it's jaws. It was trying to fit the nut in to it's cheek, and evidently having trouble. As it scratched at it, Ashenpaw shifted his legs, preparing to leap. Just as he did, it fit the nut, and looked up to see him moments away.

Ashenpaw straightened up, the creature clenched in his jaws. It was fat, and would do well feeding the elders. And hopefully his mentor would be proud of him.

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Contact and Roleplay availability:

| Timezone: | Eastern Standard Time (EST) (GMT-5)

<li wytiwyg="1">[Chat:] Yes, ask to set a time! </li>
<li wytiwyg="1">[Note:] Yes (Preferred if you don’t know me!)</li>
<li wytiwyg="1">[Skype:] Yes (Preferred if you’re a friend)</li>
<li wytiwyg="1">[Forum:] No</li>
<li wytiwyg="1">[Email:] Not unless you’re a very close friend</li>
<li wytiwyg="1">[Google Docs:] Maybe (Ask!)</li>
<li wytiwyg="1">[Comments:] No</li>