[River Song]

name:
Demios, the Greek god of terror
gender:
Male. One of the binary genders, represented by the symbol of Mars (♂).
The truth/who he is:
A fallow wheat field, darkened by gray skies and cut by a thin, muddy, river. There is a child, body shrouded by an overly large cloak, his eyes cast downwards, his eyes narrowed, his eyes white and red and stormy like the sky. He knows not what he is doing, yet he knows what he has done. He stops. A single small tear trickles from his eye. Heavy, slow clouds roll and rise, shadowing the stoic hills that keep the rain at bay. The river tumbles over shafts of fallen grain, rolling the small seeds of wheat downstream. The boy walks into the river, his cloak tugged at by the current. He bends forward. His blank eyes stare into his reflection. Neither he nor his reflection knows why he did the horrible deed that led him here. The boy takes a pawful of the dark water, most of it running out between his long claws. He licks the remainder from his dusty skin. He waits for a moment, then steps slowly out of the cold stream. He glances one last time at his solitary reflection, and sees not himself, but the monster he became when he murdered his father. A noise behind him. He turns, a hiss seeping through his lips. A wolf stands behind him, its long tail dripping with blood-like paint. The boy snarls at the stranger, then descends, teeth and claws. Savage with anger, he rips and tears, trying to sate his bloodlust. He feels a sharp pain in his ear as another wolf attacks him from behind. The boy is pulled off the wolf he attacked with such wrath, and he growls at the new stranger stopping him from destroying the other wolf. The boy, Demios, snarls, trying to twist free from the grab. The two wolves hold onto him, and one speaks.
"Child, you are a good fighter. What is your name?" Demios answers by lunging at the speakers throat, yet finds himself restrained so instead speaks.
"Demios," He snarls. "Why do you care?"
"Well, Demios, you are skilled in fighting. We were sent here to kill you, yet I have a better idea."
The boy shrieks and growls, thrashing to get away from the wolf holding him.
"No, I don't plan to hurt you. Simply, recruit you." Demios calms slightly, yet still growls at his attackers. For the first time, the other wolf holding him talks.
"Demios, join our guild, we will train you to become a perfect killer,"
"No," The boy snarls.
"Or we can kill you now."
"I'll join," He hisses, angered at his lack of options.
"Good. I guess I should introduce myself. I go by Ares," The blood tailed wolf spoke. "
" And I am Sasha. We work as assassins." She smiles. " Oh, and sorry about your ear."
It was then Demios noticed the sharp pain in his ear and the wettness running down the left side of his face.

7 years later (present day):

Demios slips through the shadows, a thin dagger clenched in his teeth. He comes to an old oak door, and with a flick of his paw, unlocks it. He creeps through the unlit hall, and comes across his target. The wolf's head is resting on a stack of paper, faint snores escaping his lips. Demios slits the wolf's throat, so quickly they did not have time to register what was happening until it was too late. He grabs the stack of papers in his jaw, slips them into his bag, picks up his knife and climbs back into the night.

Personality: Demios is, introverted and easy to anger. His seven years of training with the assassins guild have led him to be quick on his feet, with his wit, and quick to insult. He is hotheaded and arrogant, and is a "shoot first, ask questions later" sort of person.

Theme-Song:
Ocean of Noise -Arcade Fire.