rassassin ; masculine ; chief of incadesa.

titled. rassassin reviora.
sobriquet/s. assassin, rass (for close friends.)


aged. five years.
gender. masculine.
sexuality. heterosexual.

ranked. chief of incadesa.

species. wolf.
breed. timber wolf.
coat. black, splotched with white and grey.
eyes. amber.
height. 34in.
weight. 105lbs.
overall appearance. rassassin is a rather slender male, for who he is. His appearance, contrary to his true personality, is rather welcoming and puppy-ish. His muzzle is tinged with an array of grey and white, that continues on down his chest and to his stomach fur. However, it doesn't stop there; the grey and white continues down his stomach and onto the under-side of his tail, faintly tipping it with white. He is very identifiable, with his unique coat-pattern and bright, amber eyes.

His muscle mass is nothing out-of-the-ordinary; he weighs 105 pounds and stands at thirty-four inches. His weight is only slightly higher than the average for his breed, so much that it doesn't -- truly -- affect his appearance. He has long, slender legs and body. He is an excellent combat-fighter and also has great stamina and agility.

His slender body-type and unique coat pattern gives him a more exotic look, than most males have. He has a naturally stout face, his muzzle thick but yet defined. This gives him a playful, puppy-like look but still allows him to look as mature and sophisticated as he is--His body seems to lack of toned muscle in most regions. However, though his muscle mass may seem a bit on the short side, he is talented and strong.

family.
mother . clarrisa . unknown.
father . ragnar . unknown.
brother . tiergan . living ; estranged.
sister . riisayi (rees-aye-eh) . living; estranged.
friends. none as of the moment.
enemies. none as of the moment.

mate. none.
children. none.

persona. He’s a bully, a con-man, and an assassin who plays for keeps. This vapid narcissist takes responsibility and reliability as a game, something that isn’t required. His self-image and ego are something that could throw just about anybody off the bridge of sanity—He constantly comments on how badly others around him act, look, speak – The whole deal. However, if anybody was to comment on him or his ego, he’d play it as if they were speaking of something else, his own greatness. He takes the ultimate amount of pride in his own doings, abilities, and vanity.

Rassassin is a risk taker who will do anything to get in the sights of the public’s eye—He’d literally kill just to have all eyes on him. However, if he were to commit a heinous act, he’d only profit from the fear and panic he has incited. He’d most likely see it as if the reactions were of a good kind—A cheering him on to do more. In this way, Rassassin would betray the best of friends just to get a bit of face-time with the crowds. He’s a traitor with a nasty ego filled with lies and bartering. Some could say he lives on borrowed-time, time that is not his to toy with. All the things that others whisper about are true and they only fuel his conceitedness.

The mere thought of going without notice is the bane of Rassassin’s existence. Or, rather, it would be if the thought were ever able to cross his mind. Rassassin understands that, while others may be whispering terrible things about him, he is loved because of it. As long as he is talked about (and that is undoubtedly inevitable), he will think that he is being appreciated for his worth. He’s backwards and twisted, is what could be said for him. Easily one of the most twisted men you’ll meet in your life-time. Besides the fact that he is basically in love with himself, Rassassin would do anything to keep that sense of self-confidence up. If it ever somehow went down, Rassassin would slowly grow insane, with his lust for appreciation.

Rassassin will weave his intricate lies to get into a high position of worth into everybody else’s heads—and he’ll easily keep track of all of these lies. He is cunningly intelligent, easily slinking his way through life with a wicked smile. He can have pretty much anybody wrapped around his finger within minutes of speaking a first word. His darling ability to speak in a fluent, alluring tone of voice paired with his stunning, pussy-cat looks play well in his favor with just about anybody he wishes to charm. Dastardly, are his ways of consuming others’ lives with himself. He will place a good image inside their heads and then stab them in the backs as soon as they turn their heads—a liar, a con-man, an assassin who plays for only keeps is Rassassin.

Easily others will fall into his web of lies and begin to think of him as a friend, giving him the attention he requires. That is, until the moment the truth shows itself. He will often lock onto one other, giving them his full, undivided attention, and will make them believe in a whole life that is not true. One day he could say he lives on the edge of society, that he is a roaming nomad. But the next he could say he grew up in a small community with a sister and a brother who were killed. His lies will, most likely, be strung together in such a way to gain the sympathy of others—He’ll play into their most protective walls and then, once in, break them down from the inside out.

past. Rassassin grew up to a good family which loved and cherished his presence; he had a brother, Tiergan, and a sister, Riisayi as well as his middle-class parents, Clarrisa and Ragnar. His parents weren't very happy-go-lucky. Rather, they thought they were living on borrowed time and that, if they died, they died--That it was coming to them. However, they made the best of what they had, birthing three seemingly perfect children--From their first litter were three boys. However, one of them stood out, with his black-coat and unique features. He was the only one of the litter to survive the harsh winter. Clarissa and Ragnar were quite proud of their little boy who they named Rassassin. He, out of their first litter, was the only survivor. They loved him more than anything for a year before they tried again for another litter.

Rassassin wasn't very excited for the birthing of his new siblings, Tiergan and Riisayi. He felt this would take away his lime-light, that it would make them the center of attention and Rassassin the gawker on the side-lines. This way of thinking motivated him to lie his way further into his mother and father's hearts, forcing Tiergan and Riisayi out of the way--He would always show up whatever his younger siblings could do and told fantastical stories about himself.

Rassassin was not looked up to by his siblings. Rather, he was hated because they were ever losing their bond to their parents for him. Whilst his parents could not see through his array of lies, his jealous brother and sister could. They tried to confront their parents and Rassassin about it but they both just blew them off as if it were nothing, accusing the two of lying to get in good graces with them. Rassassin was left to watch with a satisfied smirk on his face as the two siblings he so loathed slipped away from his parents' hearts ever further.

After he aged three years, Rassassin set out on his own adventure, trying to find someone or something that would compliment him and tell him how much it loved him as much as his parents did. He found many females who claimed to have loved him but Rassassin turned each of them down and went out to find another, more suiting companion.

He continued his reign of terror on the lonely hearts of females throughout the years, not once looking back to his actions with remorse.