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death is a desirable end

P. Time and experience has taught him patience; many a lesson was learned after following the path to instant gratification. (That is, to say, he's been bitten in the ass one too many times to allow his impulses to overpower him anymore.) Rather slothful now, he is careful in his interactions and deliberates heavily on major decisions. There's always something to second-guess, and there's always an ulterior motive buried deep down. For one, the other, or both. Always. This can make it difficult for him to form strong social bonds, as sometimes it is he who is having a game of things, and other times it is they who play. Mistrustful, the type to pointedly avoid sharing personal things about himself. Dispassionate, it is often obvious that he is pretending to be easygoing. The smile just doesn't quite meet his eyes.

Amicable though, a manner-minder or whatever. Momma raised him right, at the very least. Might be why he doesn't particularly enjoy initiating conversation- usually the shit he actually wants to say offends folks. Isn't particularly fond of confrontation, definitely the type to slither into a compromise when possible. Will attempt to defuse tense situations to avoid a physical altercation. "It's called being civilized." Quite the charmer. Definitely not a shit-starter. No way. Slow to anger, not an aggressive bone in his body, but is not a pushover by any means. Will bite back. Holds grudges. Revenge isn't his schtick but if the opportunity presents itself he won't pass it up. Believe you me, bother him enough and he'll regularly contemplate your demise. Chaotic Neutral.

Loose in quite a few ways, morals are circumstantial. Quietly indulges in the gods. Enjoys fur paints and perfumes. Perhaps a little vain. Hasn't met anyone he'd call life partner despite going through a stage where he actively "tried". Don't let the sweet talk fool ya, he's like this with everyone. If he's going to endure social interaction, he may as well have a bit of fun about it. When rarely it happens, he is very possessive of the things that he lays claim to. Never been the type for land, but resources are a discussion unless otherwise offered. Selfish. His time doesn't come for free. Nor does his effort. And he's one of those good ol' boys that believes that jobs left half done or half-assed are better not started at all.

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Tall and artfully sculpted but by no means regal, he can be described as a handsome mongrel, at best. Chiseled features and a lazy, arrogant saunter, always accompanied by a smirk that might lead one to believe he's planning something devious. Low-hanging is his neck and tousled are his locks, a natural scent reminiscent of smoldering hickory and Bartlett pears. With a basecoat of the deepest gray, it can sometimes be difficult to distinguish whether or not he is merely black. Russet seeps through the thick fur in various places, highlighting the end of his tail, the rims of his ears, the upper portion of his muzzle and those lengthy limbs. Adversely, a pale gray powders his chin, dots his eyebrows, paints a diamond in the center of his forehead and splatters a patch onto his chest.

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Considering his eyes, they are nearly the same color despite one being blinded. Sterling silver, iridescent or steely based on his emotions, is prominent in his right eye. The left was once a match, but now is a milky white with copious scar-tissue surrounding it. Other places, most obvious on his forelimbs and muzzle, show the classic signs of scars beneath his fur. During the winter, he can be seen wearing a bandage across the left side of his face, as the cold irritates his dead eye and the scars around it.