[hider=Roog, Death-Wolf] [center][b]Roog[/b][/center][center][i]Death-Wolf, Eye of Fenris-Wolf, Progeny of Katharsos and Kalmar[/i][/center] [hr][hr] [b]Parentage:[/b] [indent]It was from the lost eye of Fenris, taken in battle by the beast known as Vakk’s Monster, that the creature that would be Roog was created. Though the eye was inert upon its finding, a great deal of power had been poured into the beast from whence it had been lost and where power resides, creation can persist. This potential surprised and interested the Hunter-God of manly shape, so prodigious he was in the creation of the life that now flourished across the continents of the Center Sphere. The beat of something deep inside that lost eye called to him, promising potential in its depths like no other. It was from this eye that Kalmar formed life in the body of the young wolf to be born. Despite his considerable power, the ability to bring life from where there was loss was a difficult thing; a life forged from corpses is, in many ways, not life at all. But the empty vessel had seemed to pull to it great power and within the period of its creation the body of the young wolf had filled with a soul notably different from those that entered the hearts of the other creatures in Kalmar’s creation. Even as the young whelp drew its first breaths its body shuddered and form gave no thanks to its creation, rebelling against the life it had been granted. In a desire to not only protect this new life he had created but, as well, to assuage his own curiosities, Kalmar brought the small life to Katharsos, Lord of the Sky of Pyres. In the eyes of the Prince of Astral Fires the vast soul of the wolf-to-be blazed with potential; in this creature Katharsos saw purpose, potential that aligned well with future plans. A blaze of cleansing, divine flame entered what would be Roog and burned him from heart outwards as his very veins were inflamed. The cleansing nature of that divine spark mixed with the power of Kalmar’s blood so offered as sustenance, coalescing into a divine essence unique and distinct from its parentage. His birth came as a blast of black flame, singing hair and scorching the sky. Thus was Roog born, mighty and aware, and with one name burning in his mind. “I am Roog.”[/indent] [hr][hr] [b]Portfolio:[/b] [u]Demise[/u] [indent]With panicked minds and hearts racing, all things dread the end. Roog, Eye of Fenris Wolf, Progeny of Katharsos and Kalmar, personifies such an end in the eyes of sheep and shepherds alike. In the vein of his illuminated father, Roog stalks the mortal coil as a figure of death and a herald of endings. Unlike his heavenly father, however, Roog does not simply guide the dead. As the wolf he was sired from or the man-god who gave his blood, Roog is ultimately one who brings death and who ends lives prematurely. His Portfolio is Demise, the end that all things must one day suffer. But in the eyes of the great wolf, what he heralds is mercy. He is the merciful end of the elderly, who’s joints creek and eyes falter, and whom burden their families with their frailty as no creature wishes. He is the final sight seen by the wounded and sick, who’s life before them begets only pain. He is the end of wailing babes and weak children, who would spend their lives in agony before winking out in their mother’s arms. Roog is the finality of a cycle born of nature, with no amount of cruelty borne by its solemn purpose. In that way, Roog’s portfolio relates not to the afterlife, but the moment before the end. Where his heavenly creator is a protector of souls, Roog is a destroyer of lives. His strength is violence and destruction, as is the way of Kalmar’s wolves, and his movements are swift and silent before his inevitable arrival. He is empowered in acts of death, particularly the ending of life in swift and merciful ways, and has a distinct connection with souls and entities of their ken. The young wolf is, above all things, a creature of struggle and endurance as all strong creatures in nature must be, prone to conflict and resistant to suffering of all kinds. Demise, as a portfolio, imparts considerable power to end lives; increased skill in individual combat, the ability to sense the suffering and dying, and the ability to calm and ease the passing of those he finds. Beyond these more direct abilities, Roog's portfolio provides for more esoteric powers. Roog may bless objects to me more deathly, such as imparting a painless end through a glass of water. As well as these more physical qualities, Demise allows for Roog to interact with souls easily. The recently departed may be brought back temporarily, to communicate to their loved ones or the demigod himself, or even perhaps be returned to a body temporarily to recount their tale. Other such powers over souls exist to Roog, but none are permanent and last no longer than several days without considerable effort by the deity. Much like Katharsos, Roog can actively perceive souls both occupying mortal forms as well as those released from such constraints.[/indent] [hr][hr] [b]Persona:[/b] [indent]Roog is, first and foremost, a young godling spawn of vastly different progenitors. His personality is defined by the source of his creation, that of the wolfkin Fenris, and the two gods that went into his formation as a demigod. A dour sense of purpose was grafted onto the mind of the young wolf, particularly by the imposition of the portfolios held by his two godly sires. As such, he often behaves in his role his instincts defined for him. Despite this predefined, relatively narrow instinctual perspective imposed on Roog by his heritage, his existence as a sapient demigod leaves considerable room to grow. The young wolf is blessed with immense curiosity for the natural world and the things that inhabit it, and in many ways is an empty vessel waiting to be filled with experiences. For the moment his ideology is in flux, generated and altered by the world around him. Roog is typically cool tempered and patient, prone to observation over action in most cases. Cruelty for the sake of itself is anathema to him and the wolf deity looks on most living things with a level of sympathy for their plights. Most notably, Roog carries much of his two creators’ personalities within him. It is from Kalmar that Roog’s more naturalistic bend emerges, providing for a sense crude, animalistic honor and a strong sense of right and wrong. From his heavenly creator Katharsos, Roog receives much of his deference for life and death as well as his considerable respect for what he perceives as the natural order of things and the creatures that occupy it. To Roog, the entire cycle of life and death that persists between organisms unmoderated by the actions of deities is one of continual creation and destruction, characterized by eternal rebirth and regrowth of all things. From Roog’s perspective, life is perpetual and defined by this apparently necessary cycle.[/indent] [hr][hr] [b]Appearance/Form:[/b] [indent]At his core, Roog is a large, black wolf. As a young spawn of Fenris-Wolf, he stands considerably higher than natural wolves but considerably smaller than the flesh from which he was born. At the withers Roog measures just over two meters, with a length from nose to the tip of his tail at around five meters. A mane like collection of fur jostles from the middle of his cranium, down to where his neck meets his back, and circles down into a gentle tuft of fur at his neck. These hackles appear to move as flames would though remain jet black, giving off no light. His eyes flash golden bronze in color, though they are only reflective and emit no light of their own. In his veins black blood flows, an oily liquid that produces a sheen of light as if his illuminated creator had begat some of his brightness into the beast’s blood. Wounds on the creature burst into licks of flame while his blood boils forth, and his ichor often sets ablaze in the black flames of his bodily harm.Two ears both stand tall and proud, unbowed by command or lash, and each stretches long and pointed, even for a wolf. A maw of fangs, uncomfortably white, seem to produce a pale, white light akin to that of the moon and bathe his face in a baleful, pale sheen when his muzzle remains opened. Though capable of full ranges of speech, Roog does not manipulate his lips, tongue, and teeth to speak as would mortals. Instead, Roog’s mouth opens even partially and the sound simply pours forth from his throat, filling the air with surprising efficacy.[/indent] [hr][hr] [hider=Musical Theme] [indent][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jM8dCGIm6yc[/youtube][/indent] [/hider] [hider=Something of Note...][hider=Warmer...][hider=Nearly there...]Entropic Entropic[/hider][/hider][/hider] [/hider]