Name: Dante Kibakura
Sex: Male
Species: Grey Wolf
Age: 24
Height: 7’ 6 ft
Weight: 543 lbs.
Appearance: A prime example of an ideal specimen among a race that reveres and worships herculean physical strength, Dante is the very picture of male beauty. Huge, monstrously muscled, and clearly defined and toned; he’s a near perfect specimen, groomed for athletic prowess since he was a pup, and quite a catch.
His fur coat is jet black everywhere save a cute white patch around his left eye, his short, white headfur, and a white G-clef mark across his chest. Unusually, his eyes, nose and tongue are all the same shade of cerulean blue.
He typically wears a red and gold sports jersey with the sleeves torn off, worn blue jeans, heavy leather boots and a high-class black collar. Not his only outfit of course, but he prefers sportswear in most situations, anything light and airy that does double-duty of being easy to exercise and show off in.
Personality: Athletic, Earnest, Sweetheart. At first glance, Dante appears to be your typical jock. He indeed has a strong passion for sports, fighting and just about any kind of physical activity, is a bit reckless, and seems just a little too dumb for his own good. But underneath all that lies one of the biggest sweethearts you’re liable to ever meet. He’s outgoing, supportive, highly active, and rarely serious unless the situation absolutely demands it. Very little gets to him because he takes nothing personally, a trait that earns him new friends easily. Though he shows off and flexes whenever possible for whoever chooses to watch, it's motivated less by vanity than by an exuberant love of the physical and a desire to please, sexually or otherwise. Flexing makes him feel good about himself, and if others get a kick out of it, he'll gladly throw up both bulging arms with a silly, puppy-dog smile to top it off. A friend once described him as “the family dog turned into a person” type of guy, which pretty much sums it up.
He has his flaws, of course. He really is a bit dumb and can easily be outfoxed or taken advantage of, not to mention more than a touch spoiled and naive, coming from old money. His sexual appetite is very healthy to say the least, which doesn’t combine well with the fact that he craves physical and emotional intimacy. When it comes to those he truly cares for and loves, he’s almost achingly needy and can be smothering and a touch fragile, which always puts off his one night stands’/potential lovers. When he finds someone he believes to be “The one”, he just can’t seem to let go, straining the relationship. Complicating matters is the fact that he’s a polygamist, though he’s most comfortable with only two lovers at once.
Abilities: Besides the fact that he’s unbelievably strong, Dante has the fortunate...fortune of being a Solfege, one of numerous individuals with bizarre, unnatural abilities. His “Barghest Tempo” allows him to become one with the element of darkness. He can create and control a variety of shadows at will, even becoming darkness itself, temporarily becoming a wispy cloud of ash or inky, slithering puddle of ink. Naturally, he’s almost impossible to fight in dark areas and can be a difficult opponent even in broad daylight.
Random notes:
Almost always works out in a secluded spot, like his dorm or even just any old room or closet, pumping the heaviest thing he can find. He'd rather people see him at his most pumped, and not see him at his most bestial and tense during a good lift.
Positively devours anything dark, rich or blue. Feed him a slice of Boysenberry pie and he'll be your slave for a week. Hell, he'll even spring for the leash(provided it's blue.)
His shadow clones, as some like to call them, act exactly like him, and seem significantly less intimidating than your typical master of the dark arts up until you have a football pack of identically huge wolves stampeding down on you like black thunder. They're also quite handy for cleanup and spotting.
Nagual, with their greater body mass and slightly different circulatory system from that of humans, tend to take the effects of alcohol in wildly varying ways, often to the point of acting completely different or parallel to established character. Dante suffers a little less than most; you'd be surprised the sort of immunity one builds after several raging team keggers; but becomes notably serious and sensitive when so sauced his ears turn red. Luckily, he also becomes quite forgetful. And really sneezy, oddly.
Is missing at least four teeth, most from accidents on the field, but one(the most noticeable; his right maxillary canine) from a messy tiff with a former lover. (They made up, though it ultimately was not to be.) With enough of the finest speech therapy lessons his pharmicutical company CEO father and accomplished surgeon mother could buy, he learned to speak using the other side of his mouth to cut down on this adorable whistling noise(though the adorability of how the other canine now always pokes out from under his lip remains) when he speaks, though get him flustered or frustrated enough, and he forgets and back it comes.
