In detail, what will you do with this character?
I'll more than likely use him in some interesting pictures I tend to draw or in stories I tend to write. He gives me the inspiring type of vibe, and maybe I can tie him into my fursona's history as well. He would definitely fit the bill for her history.
What will you name him?
Decimus
Will you give him a mate?
If I can find one. <3
Will you edit/give him more items?
Probably not. He's good the way he is. C:
Will edit the rest of the design?
I might, I might not...it depends. Probably won't, though.
What is his personality?
Decimus isn't the type to be messed around with. Like a classical demon, he doesn't tolerate many things, and getting angry is like a hobby for him. He likes to be violent with anyone and everyone, like another hobby of his. He isn't easily impressed, either. To impress him would be like stopping time for as long as you wanted and stay the same age in your own little world. If you could impress him, it would be an incredible feat. To make him fall in love with you...oh, that would be like ripping apart the galaxies and reconstructing them to create your own universe. Decimus is horrible, hard to get to, not a lovey-dovey type of person. The thought sickens him, and for him to think it might tear apart his insides. Love is impossible for him to think, say, or even hear from someone else. Love causes him confusion, and how someone would want it causes him a headache. However, if you succeed in this, he'll probably love you with a passion like fire.
What was his history like?
Decimus was born like any other feral would be. He had a mother, a father, and a brother who was born along with him. The only difference was that he wasn't normal. He was a demon, and they immediately could tell. Right before their eyes, Decimus killed his brother and had him as his meal. Decimus' parents were in such a state of fear that they couldn't move, in such a state that the world seemed to only be Decimus and nothing else. They noticed the blood dripping from his jaws, splattering on the ground with a sickening sound. This wasn't supposed to be how a pup was born, it was obvious.
"His soul is mine," Decimus growled in a deep voice, barring his small puppy teeth. "That's what a demon does, you impudent fools!" He barked, the bark sounding like it belonged to a much bigger and older wolf. It was fierce, almost as if Decimus was going to kill them for their souls right there and then, too. Decimus, however, having rare pity for the ones who brought him into this world, only said, "I will spare you, I guess. Don't cross my path again, or I shall have your souls!" The demonic puppy slowly left, the blood from his jaws steadily dripping and making the sickest sound any mortal could hear. Decimus' parents, of course, were in a state of disbelief and fear. They began to think this was a terrible nightmare and that they would awake, and when they awoke the next morning, everything was cleaned and gone. Decimus had cleaned his birthplace up so they wouldn't set out to find him and possibly try to kill him.
Decimus continued his killing sprees, always making others think they were horrible nightmares and that none of the things they thought they were destined for happened. He was intelligent enough and knew how he wouldn't get caught, and now he just goes around regularly, only killing those who cross him. He doesn't care much about killing sprees, but he will always be a demon no matter what.
What will you do if you no longer want him?
I would either give him to one of those pounds, giving you credit for the design, of course, or back to you.
Other?
This is a great design. <3 :D
Now, a short story~
Nightfire
"La, la, la, la," Sang a she-wolf, giving entertainment to those who happened to pass through. She seemed to act like a tavern girl, a bard, Decimus guessed. Probably the daughter of the head wolf here. Decimus had a fight to pick here, a fight that hopefully would be gruesome. He gave a muffled chuckle to the thought of his enjoyment.
"Days and days, how could I say?
He approaches, the reaper of the night~"
Decimus knew this song was dedicated to him. He had the gut feeling you would get when you knew something was true, believed it was true, would bet your life on its truth. The song matched Decimus perfectly.
"When you hear screams, his dark wings take flight~
Night after night,
Never knowing what's right,"
Decimus stood slowly, gulping down a piece of meat he had gotten earlier. It was a rather small piece, and he needed to move. He had wasted too much time, standing here and being a regular passerby. He wasn't regular, he was completely different. He was a threat, a threat that have been detected and dealt with. However, all wolves were greedy here, it seemed. They only wanted a wealth that no other wolf would ever have. That was always the case. Even though they had the bad vibe from him, their greed took a hold and let him slip by, only later to be greeted by death.
"Tell him, tell him,
How to not act on a whim!
Show him, show him,
How to be like kin!"
With that, the she-wolf's singing ended, and clapping and howls roared in waves around Decimus. His eyes were glued to her as she walked slowly, almost cautiously, but with some sort of grace. Even though he was to kill her, he hesitated for a second before setting his mind on his course. With silent yet alarming moves, he quietly followed the girl, his target. He had learned her name earlier when everyone was howling for her to sing again. Her name? Oh, her name was Nmana (Neh-mau-na). Nmana was gorgeous, someone any guy would drop dead for, but Decimus wasn't falling for it. He probably would like any male, but his determination to keep a clean conscience kept him from doing so. He followed Nmana to her room, slipping out of her sight into the shadows of the unlit room. Nmana didn't seem all that suspicious anymore, even though she should have been, would have been if she knew.
Once Nmana closed the door, Decimus sprang up behind her, standing to her back with the closed door behind him. He held his claws to her throat, breathing in her ear.
"Days and days, how could I say?" Decimus said eerily into her ear, tensing his paw, claws already digging in her throat. He could feel her as she gulped, shaking in fear, a fear all so sweet to feel. He couldn't wait for the moment for her to lay dead. He was that kind of person, the killer, the murderer, the one with no forgiveness.
"He approaches, the reaper of the knight!" He continued the song, all the way to the end, the real end.
"Your days will expire," He sang in his deep voice, painfully slow to Nmana's ears, smiling to himself. His claws had been so close to the point of killing her all this time...now, it was it.
"When comes," Decimus' smile became a grin, a sickening grin. The grin of a true murderer. Nmana trembled, gasped, and fell to his feet, limp, cold, dead.
"His Nightfire~"