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S T A T I S T I C S
|L O Y A L T Y⠀(9/10)
|K I N D N E S S⠀(6/10)
|S T R E N G T H⠀(9/10)
|C O M P A S S I O N⠀(7/10)
|G E N E R O S I T Y⠀(3/10)
|S P E E D⠀(8/10)
|H E A L T H⠀(10/10)
|L E A D E R S H I P⠀(9/10)
|H O N E S T Y⠀(6/10)
|P O W E R⠀(8/10)
|B R A V E R Y⠀(8/10)
|C O N C E N T R A T I O N⠀(7/10)
|D E F E N C E⠀(6/10)
|C O N F I D E N C E⠀(7/10)
|C O - O R D I N A T I O N⠀(7/10)
|E N D U R A N C E⠀(9/10)
|A G I L I T Y⠀(6/10)
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A B O U T
|N A M E⠀Astaroth
|N I C K N A M E⠀Astar, Little Rabbit
|P R E F E R R E D⠀N A M E⠀Astaroth
|M Y U S E R⠀Vraska the Unseen
|R E A L A G E⠀19
|A G A A P E E A R E N C E⠀10
|B I R T H D A Y⠀10/31
|H E I G H T⠀Seven foot five
|G E N D E R⠀Male
|S C E N T⠀Lavander and stone
|T H E M E⠀Run Rabbit
|A E S R H E T I C⠀Goth cottegecore
|B U I L D⠀Small, lean
|A T T I T U D E⠀Calm
|S T A B I L I T Y⠀Stable
|P H O B I A S⠀Spiders, slimey things
|M O O D⠀Indifferent
|E X P R E S S I V E N E S S Fairly expressive
|A L L I G N M E N T⠀Chaotic Neutral
|+ T R A I T S⠀Dutiful, loyal
|- T R A I T S⠀Brash, liar
|F E A R S⠀Loosing his power
|S T R E N G T H S⠀Hunting, ruling
|L I K E S⠀Emerald, warm light
|D I S L I K E S⠀Rose quartz, still water
|N O T E S⠀WINNER MAY NOT KEEP MY ART
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║╚═════════════╝ H I S T O R Y
You know that saying, "Throw me to the wolves, I'll come back leader of the pack"? That's kind of what happened to me. I was born to two completely normal parents, happy parents but they weren't necessarily the best Simas. My father was cutthroat business man and my mother came from newer, tainted money. They were odd people, coming from new blood that seemed to just appear. Other Simas looked at they with slight fear but oh how their silver tongues pulled them in, granted them friends and power the likes that even now I can't imagine ever holding. Though there was still the overpowering note that something was particularly wrong in our home, what with all the... softened or ground jewels we ate. I'm not saying they weren't good parents, I was meant to be their heir and I was spoiled in the time they kept me. Lavish parties, good food, anything my little heart wanted, and the best schools. I was raised a rabbit, and when I was very young my parents took me cave exploring. Oh how fun it was, how strange the Simas with jewels that resembled Geodes... At least the trip was wonderful until we discovered Simas as big as us, and... oddly hungry as us. We were fine with them, I even befriended a few little ones that were around my age and played with them. We stayed in the caves as planned with our vacation party for a long while, a small cane-in having trapped us for the time being but we had plenty of food and fresh water. Slowly we explored these massive, shiny Sima's home, finding out that they... Had no special underground farms or little critters to harvest. That's when our party began to go missing, first with the ones nobody would notice then the tour guide. I noticed from the beginning, I think my parents noticed too and just didn't say anything to keep my little self calm. The party seemed to grow worried, but simply assumed that the missing members vanished down the massive maze of tunnels and caverns, looking for and finding a way out. Our numbers dwindled, my new friends coming to play less and less until one day I heard the whisperings, soft and absolutely haunting. "Run rabbits, run... run... run." They said, bouncing off of the walls in a soft melody that sent a chill down my spine. I couldn't follow the melody, my instincts driving me to bold down the nearest cavern with my heart pounding in my chest. My parents didn't follow, and I couldn't fathom why until I could hear their voices join in on the melody. Mom had a clearly identifiable tone and so did dad, one high and smooth like the sound of wind chimes and the other deep and warm like honey. I still didn't turn around, I ran until I came upon the cave-in and managed to squeeze into a crevice before a few Simas with brown jewels came through the rubble. I still didn't come out, watching as they ventured into the melody bouncing off of the walls never to return. My parent's voices no longer bounced with the others, I couldn't hear them and would never learn where they vanished to.
I stayed hidden until my stomach screamed at me, crawling from my hidden nook and journeying down the darkened cavern with my ears pinned t the back of my head. Lost I lifted my glittering gaze to the darkness, opening my dry maw ti call out for my parents but only my own scared voice echoed back. At some point I could hear footsteps behind me, but every time I turned to look there was absolutely nothing there. Finally, after what seemed like forever I came upon out long empty camp, digging water out of my family tent and guzzling a whole bottle before I realized I was drinking too fast. Unfortunately none of our food seemed to be left, leaving me to dig through other tents until I actually heard footsteps. With my head snapping upward and my ears pinning themselves to my skull I eyed the source, a terrifying yet beautiful sight; A sima with a skull for a face, a glittering, beautiful skull and bones made of the same material jutting from their sides. They chuckled but their chest never moved and their mouth never opened even when they spoke. "You run and scavenge like a rabbit little one... You are a wolf, you know this do you not?" His voice was scratchy, wheezing and in between high and deep. I rapidly shook my head, slipping my paws back in fear while continuing to growl... Until the strange thing held up a gem, offering it to me. It smelled so sweet, like my favorite drink and candy put together. They must have noticed the look in my eyes, because they chuckled again. "You are a wolf, deep down little rabbit... Come join the pack." They tossed the gem to me, and I hesitantly took it only to gobble it rather quickly. When they turned to leave, long tail dragging against the floor, rounded jewel hitting the rocks gently. I don't know why, but I followed him deeper into the caves.
We walked for what seemed like days to me, my belly growling softly as it wasn't quite full but also wasn't quite empty. He didn't seem to acknowledge this, and I couldn't necessarily tell if the hauntingly beautiful creature before me was looking at me unless he turned that glittering skull towards me. Finally, with aching paws, we came upon a massive cavern decorated in impossibly large glittering gems, my jaw gaping and that odd but now oh so familiar chuckle echoing in my head. "Ah little rabbit you've entered a den of wolves... What ever shall we do with you?" The strange Sima turned, facing me fully only to sit with a filter head and his too long tail draped delicately over his paws. I shuffled mine, nervously shifting my gaze to my shuffling feet. With another chuckle the Sima shook his head, stretching slowly while he did. "I suppose we can start with names, yes?" He paused while I noded, I'm not sure how he saw me nod or even knew where he was going, he had no eyes, but not long after he continued. "My name is Typhon. I'm essentially the shaman of these caves, and these Simas. I commune with our spirits, our ancestors and those that guide them." He nodded again, almost like a sage. "What's your name, little rabbit?" It took me a moment before I could reply, slowly opening my maw to speak. "Astaroth..." My tone was very soft, just above a whisper while my gaze remained glued to the ground. "A fine name for a fine man. Come, Astaroth. I'll teach you the ways of the wolf."
Teach Typhon did. He taught me how to be who I am, how to navigate the caves and how to hunt. I learned slowly but efficiently, growing physically, mentally, and spiritually. I eventually made friends with the kits I played with at the base camp, growing and learning alongside them. But as all good things must do, our friendship came to an end the day ranking trials set the clock in motion for what I would eventually become. The day was particularly cold, I remember that feeling well. The bite of stone slick with ice against my hardened pawpads. We were lined up, tested and the eventually thrown into a pit to fight for dominance with each other. Our rankings in these fights as well as our scores in the tests would determine what ranks were open to us. I beat both of my friends, and nearly everyone else. This... Angered them, pushed them to shove me away and leave me in their dust. At least I had my new father in Ty, he believed in me and pushed me to my limits, watching from his post a rung above me on the ladder where I landed as an herbalist. Now our ranking trials and tests could be redone at any point, but it was excessively rare for it to happen as typically whatever rank you picked would be the one you kept. But not me, I wanted more. The nickname Ty gave me, Little Rabbit, it had become a taunt. Something used to describe my weaknesses, my timid nature and my lack of self confidence. My empathy was cause for teasing, my kindness bringing mockery. "A Jewel Eater who cares. How pathetic." They said. Well... Through my dedication and hard work, with the guidance of Ty, I seem to have managed to best even our alpha in the retake. I rose to the top and bested them, proved to them that strength and brutishness isn't everything. Though I've learned to be confident and strong as a leader I've grown to show my tribe that it's not all brawn or harshness, sometimes kindness is welcome and necessary.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Astor is a determined fellow, ambitious and cunning. He grew into these traits from a friendly, self conscious kit. He is strong but doesn't lack empathy, intelligent yet he seems to hold this above those he's left behind to chase his current leadership position. He knows what it feels like to be at rock bottom and will pull others out of that feeling as best as he can so long as they deserve it. He's judgemental yet fair in the judgements he makes. Astor is loyal to his core, and will not let his small stature or young age get in his way. He's learned to be confident, his presence in a room alone demanding attention and respect- he doesn't need to announce that he is the alpha of his tribe, a true one never does. In private he is soft, gentle and excessively kind. He deeply enjoys cuddling, and showing affection however he can yet he hides the vast majority of this from his tribe. He'll do anything for his people, and strives to create a careful balance between his small tribe and normal Simas. Astor enjoys nature and spirits, as well as the coolness the caverns offer but more often than not he can be found lounging in the warmer forested sinkhole the caves connect to, simply listening and reading the rare book Ty brings back. He may be above drastic, often harmful measures of defense but he is not opposed to them. A rabbit through and through, but a rabbit that leads a pack of ever hungry wolves.
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