Genesis

I art thou...

name\\ Genesis
age\\ Four
gender\\ Male
affiliation\\ Earth Pack
element\\ Lightning
achieved position\\ Spy

And thou art me...

apparel\\ Genesis has a build typical of his breed one might assume. His physique is slight without being necessarily dainty but slender enough to offer little wind resistance when sprinting. Height wise one might consider him small if only because of his overall stature. This is not the case at all albeit neither is he large. He sits precariously in mid-range in terms of vertical achievement, elfin, almost feminine frame further emphasized by the fact that he remains half a head smaller than most of his average-sized male counterparts. The majority of the wolf's height is focused from his legs which are long and slim. If anything he has tailored his style of combat around agility and evasion thanks to his lissome frame. His damage output may not be anything significant, but having honed his body he increases his aptitude for destruction by attacking in rapid succession.

Genesis , in a sense, can be described as having an almost supernatural appearance if not from his general build then by his coloring. He is a vision dressed in red. Some might categorize it as blood-red if first seeing it in the summer light and while his pelt is not nearly so saturated that it precisely embodies the term, his thick auburn fur is no less striking to the eye. To balance the weight of his fiery-colored fur his markings are all done in a subdued hue of tan, a sort of taupe that counteracts his coats intensity. A stripe of this light brown travels from the crest of his head to the beginning of his tail, bleeding off onto her sides in the form of three curling stripes. Two spots reside on either side of the middle stripe.

His habit of collecting items has produced a rather curious trinket that he wears with him always. A pendant tied on a piece of rope-like material that is a crystalline blue and gives off a soft glow when in dimly lit areas.

From the sea of thy soul...

likes\\ poetry • running • anything edible • tricking others • seaside retreats • making friends • being feared • collecting things

dislikes\\ loneliness • carrion • corpses • threats to his home • cowards

personage\\ Genesis, for lack of any better adjective, is a conundrum. Or perhaps the better known description of the multi-talented hound would be to say he is a wolf of many faces – none of which and all of which are him. This isn’t meant to imply that he is a sociopath though he is innately deceptive. Simply put the boy is and isn’t himself on any given occasion. A rather infuriatingly fascinating thing for those who attempt to understand him and only come to discover that he merely is whatever the instance calls for. It is a very confusing thing to comprehend but one that is woefully successful in execution, this hiding in plain sight.

If one had to try and detangle him, it would be safe to say that his foundation is a lacking array of virtues. He has few scruples to answer to and what few moral codes he adheres to are, even then, barely enforced. The various facets of his soul answer to none but his own designs and temptations, utterly ignoring societal norms in favor of pursuing things of his interest. Albeit this holds little regard to loyalty because he if that and more, he will never betray an individual who he has decidedly marked as a friend or cherished family, blood or no, unless given reason to. However, it is because of this undying devotion that he is capable of such atrocities as cold-blooded murder, kidnapping, and torture, act of violence that would otherwise condemn a soul and do so without losing sleep over the crime. One might surmise that his devotion borders on obsessive with how utterly vicious he can be but he feels completely justified in what he does and feels no reason to change his course of action.

He is secondly a very candid soul. Not in terms of honesty so much as in conviviality. Rarely does Genesis pass up an opportunity to be social, a result of hard luck and a general lack of manners. He is attention seeking despite his all around evasiveness when speaking about himself or anything remotely personal. The wolf was born with the gift of gab, silver-tongued and an overall charmer who is thoroughly entertained by the sound of his own voice. Humility was never a virtue he practiced in earnest and his vanity is not so short-lived that it is constrained to just primping. Often times his default personality is a chattering flirt, conscientious but seemingly ignorant of ill-effects he may or may not have on others and responds to anything he isn't comfortable discussing with lewd remarks to shift the conversation in his favor.

Many would quickly designate him as an obnoxious brat with his loudness and meddlesome ways, Genesis is also passionately inclined to let everyone within a ten mile radius know that he is gorgeous. He is fundamentally flawed that way. Shouting from hilltops of his magnificence and skill, never letting an opportunity to boast and preen. Though as he heaps chaos upon more chaos it becomes increasingly more visible that the more he talks about his physical appearance, the less confident and secure in himself he is. The frequency of his proclamations are greatly tied to his need for recognition and while he will turn blue in the face with denial it is not unknown to others that Genesis is not all that sure of himself at times and greatly needs reassurance. Unfortunately, rather than seeking civil, meaningful conversation he jokes and pesters others while fixating neurotically on his looks.

The poor dog does not believe that the things he wants out of life will ever be his to possess. Things such as affection and family of his own, are coveted but unattainable due to his status and assigned duties. So, to fill the void that he assumes will never be filled, he goes by rather unorthodox means of self-therapy/self-torture and regularly proclaims his adorations and affections for things that he cannot realistically have or are useless to him. Anything from sparkling baubles, accessories or even other wolves (especially those with mates), all while knowing that they aren’t his to take.

Genesis's many insecurities stem from his inability to control things around him. It is why he enjoys his position to the extent that he does because he can, by some measure, control the situations he plants himself in. He is instinctively manipulative and conniving in the way only a fox might excel at. Better still, is his ability to switch between his chosen guises and fill a different role as it is needed or he can trash them all at once and be nothing but the epitome of seriousness and professionalism. But all in all, he doesn't have a self to lay all that much claim to.

I come forth...

Genesis was born to a world not far different than the one he currently occupies. The colony in which he lived was a moderately sized pack consisting of smaller family groups, lead by a council of hierarchies and statistical ranks. They were an old fashioned group, who believed in hard work, males as workers and providers, and females as child raisers and home makers though this was not always the case. Individual families would do as they pleased with their offspring and instituted their own traditions if they did not wish to follow what everyone else in the community and this was allowed. Occasionally there would be female hunters and warriors but there were not many and some females even dropped such duties at the prospect of bearing pups for their mates. His destiny would have been to become a warrior or hunter had his life not been doomed from birth.

As it stood, their group greatly frowned upon unbalanced coupling. Status was everything within the individual clans, some bloodlines sitting higher then others simply due to age and others more so because they produced healthy, good-looking or ambitious offspring. Genesis' mother was not among these grand Clans, low-born and destined to a life of ill-standing since she had no family history to fall back on. However, a male from a prominent family took a liking to her - even if only a passing fancy and act of rebellion against his parents. Their mating was secret and never meant to be made known, or so he wished. Neither had anticipated the pregnancy and Gen's mother was greatly overwhelmed by the development that she plead her case to her unlikely suitors family.

Naturally they were horrified by the implications and fiercely denied it, her one-time mate shamefully said nothing in her defense, leaving her to fend for herself. She was ostracized and called slanderous names, 'whore' being the most favored. Even still she kept her head high and gave birth to three cubs, all of whom bore a striking resemblance to the family that had refused to believe her. Genetics didn't lie and when word spread of her offspring's appearance, her one-time mate's family took swift action. Their bloodline was threatened by the existence of those cubs and they were intent on keeping their standing within the pack.

Over the course of several months they harassed and bullied the single mother, spread more rumors and fed the fires of gossip and hearsay. They thought if her life was made miserable that she would simply leave. But she did not. Genesis and his siblings suffered because of their mother's stubborn pride. They weren't treated any better, if not worse because they could not fight for themselves. When the female refused to relocate, her enemies turned violent and slaughtered her daughter. Two months later her other son met his end in an equally gruesome fashion.

Now thoroughly terrified and cowed by the injustice, Gen's mother escaped with her last cub and fled, months alter encountering the Earth Pack and requesting asylum. They were not refused but both remained highly suspicious of everyone around them and generally kept to themselves for a while before Genesis decided he would put his best foot forward.

I am Genesis... Master of Masks