Character Sheet for Midas
Character Description
Midas is the kind of OC who walks into a scene and makes everyone else’s pulse spike. Not because he’s huge or loud, but because he radiates chaotic inevitability—the sense that something is going to break, whether it’s a bottle, a jaw, or someone’s carefully guarded pride. He’s not stable, but he is unforgettable.
He is built on contradiction—bred for beauty, consumed by rage. On the surface, he’s egotistical, cruel, and almost flamboyantly confident. But beneath that polished coat and sharp grin lives a gnawing, festering complex. Being the “only female” in his litter branded him, in his own mind, as an imposter prince. He became obsessed with proving he was more than what his bloodline had written for him. Every glance, every word of doubt from others—even imagined slights—feeds the fire that tells him he must snarl louder, fight harder, glitter brighter, or else collapse into nothing.
He is clinically insane, yes, but it’s not the hollow kind of madness. His insanity is methodical, ritualistic, almost artistic. He spirals in patterns—loops of obsession where he will fixate on a word, a gesture, a mistake, until he’s gnawed it down to the bone. His mind never rests, and when there’s no external enemy, he turns inward, chewing on his own sense of inadequacy until he lashes out just to silence it.
Ego is his armor, but it’s fragile. He’s constantly daring others to puncture it—provoking, mocking, pushing—for if someone does pierce it, the collapse is catastrophic. He fears humiliation more than pain, and would rather bleed out grinning than be seen as small or weak. In this way, every snarl, every arrogant flick of his ears is less bravado and more self-preservation theater.
He carries his family’s bloodline like a chain around his neck. He knows he’s beautiful, knows he was “made” to stand in a ring and be adored—but he feels corrupted by his birth, by that cursed designation of “female.” To him, it was fate’s cruel joke, the first betrayal. Transition gave him power, gave him the right body, but never erased the knowledge of what he was supposed to be. That bitterness drives his cruelty—every insult he spits at others is a distorted echo of the things he tells himself in the dark.
And then there’s Winston: the bastard child of a malinois, half-brother and mirror. To Midas, Winston embodies everything wrong and shameful about their father’s legacy. Yet he’s drawn to him in ways he doesn’t want to name. Their dynamic is a twisted ouroboros of rivalry and reluctant intimacy—Midas hating Winston for existing, but needing him to reflect back the ugliness Midas already suspects about himself. Together, they spiral into cycles of violence, obsession, and toxic camaraderie.
And yet, for all his cruelty, there’s something tragic about him. His mind runs like an engine with no brakes, overheating until he burns himself and everyone near. The saddest truth is that his nastiness isn’t just for dominance—it’s a plea. To be seen, to be feared, to be believed as the king he was supposed to be.
Personality
Midas exudes the aura of a creature who was told all his life he was destined for greatness but denied it at the finish line. The resentment curdled into madness, leaving him with a grin too sharp, a laugh too loud, a presence that’s both magnetic and dangerous. He’s got that “star gone feral” quality—someone who should have been applauded but instead stalks the back alleys, teeth bared at anyone who dares look too long.
His ego is monstrous, his temper ruinous, yet there’s a theatricality to his madness. He’s dramatic even in rage, never letting a moment pass without ensuring it leaves a mark. He’s quick to bite, but quicker to gloat, carrying himself like a king despite the wreckage in his wake.
Background/History
The Litter: Born the only female in a prestigious golden retriever line, a fact that gnaws at him even after transition—because in his mind, his bloodline and gender were fated to collide in mockery. His fury at this “wrongness” fuels his obsessive need to dominate and outperform.
The Rivalry with Winston: When he meets Winston—the malinois bastard, proof of their father’s indiscretion—their kinship is poisoned from the start. They recognize each other instantly, not just as brothers, but as mirrors of what they despise. Their relationship is addictive in its toxicity, always veering between alliance and violence, devotion and betrayal.
Relatives/Family
Winston (half-brother)
Jewel (son)
Body
Midas wears his golden coat like a crown, every strand of fur a reminder of what he was “meant” to be—Best in Show, gleaming under stage lights. But the gloss is broken up with ragged edges and unruly waves, especially around his mane and tail. His base coat burns with warm ochres and caramel, accented with deeper mahogany at his ears, muzzle, and paws, and a pale blaze that streaks down his chest and belly. His markings don’t whisper refinement—they snarl personality.
His violet eyes are startling, luminous against the earth-tone backdrop, heavy-lidded with arrogance and disdain. They glimmer as though he knows something cruel about you already.
Accessories
Aside from his piercings and titanium fangs, a spiked collar circles his neck, softened only by the incongruous amethyst pendant that dangles below—a strange mix of menace and mysticism.
