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▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ xk e r b e r o s x h a r b i n g e rx ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
xx"beware, beware, be sceptical."
username;;
GressgrinAST
You can call me Gress! I'm a non-owner,
and I've been in the plumerian
community for nine months now.
I'm loving it so far!
plumerian's name;;
Kerberos, a Greek name meaning
"demon of the pit." In mythology,
this is the name of the three-headed
dog that guards the entrance to
Hades, or the Underworld.
His surname is Harbinger.
'a person or thing that announces
or signals the approach of another'
plumerian's gender;;
Kerberos is a male. He was born
male, and has no troubles with that.
Many consider him lucky for being
able to take the issue of gender
identity so lightly.
plumerian's orientation;;
Kerberos cares not for the gender of
any potential partners. He does not
take into account gender whatsoever.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"of their smiles, their smiles, of plated gold."xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxplumerian's personality;;xx
In public, Kerberos is a very pleasant, if a little quiet, individual. Never one to voluntarily interact with strangers, he
actively seeks to avoid large crowds, sometimes straying off of a path to do so. However, when put up to the task,
Kerberos seems to be quite the gentleman, his manners always immaculate and incredibly polite. Not one person whom
he has talked with has come away with a negative opinion of him. By doing this, Kerberos avoids getting into trouble
with anybody. He's not a fighter, and would not like to be on anybody's bad side. Everybody knows that somebody as
perfect as he would not mar their reputation with a fight. Despite seeming to be gentlemanly and calm, he's often
cracking jokes. He claims to love to be able to make people laugh and smile.
This flawless public facade simply masks what Kerberos is like by nature. Truly, he is a wolf in sheep's clothing;
a hunter, hidden in the the mask of an amicable young plumerian. The only sign pointing towards this would be
the dark nature of his jokes, though many pass this off as no more than an odd sense of humour. When alone,
Kerberos discards his polite guise, becoming his true self in an instant; sadistic, corrupt, and devious.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"deceit so natural."
"but a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning."xx
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxbiography;;
My name is Kerberos Harbinger. I'm still young, and I've already put my entire family to shame. I am alive, but I have
treated my life like the way I have lived it; like complete dirt. My future doesn't seem all that bright. That's okay, though.
I've always preferred shadows to sunlight. I'm very much used to going about my life, obscured by the lack of anything
bright. I've heard word that you can get used to anything, no matter how painful. Well, I guess that's what happened to
me. I've spent so long hidden in the dark that brightness would probably hurt me.
It wasn't always like this, though. I had hopes once. I had dreams. Foolish happy thoughts that filled my mind before it
became the dark, abysmal void that it is now. Just stuff that all children believe, whether it's something that we've been
told, or that we've come up with ourselves. Of course, I didn't think for one second that I would turn out the way I have.
I even wrote a whole essay on why people like me are bad. Poor, innocent, hypocritical young me. Those visions I had
about my own future were fake. I probably could have made them a reality, but I didn't.
I was a good kid. Never broke the rules, not once. I couldn't bear the thought of getting in trouble. I was desperate for
the appreciation of my peers in school, so I sucked up to them in any and every way I could. I did their work for them,
and never questioned them, not even once. I learned that 'ratting them out', as they called it, would give them cause to
shatter my life and make me rue the day I was born. And so I didn't say anything, even when they started doing very bad
things. That was when I turned from a harmless child looking to gain popularity in school into a lying, cheating demon.
That was when they switched their intents to those much darker. And I changed right along with them.
It was all harmless fun at first. The things we did were stupid, but not a soul was hurt. 'What happens if we break this?'
'Could we take this without being noticed, and give it back later?' 'How much would this hurt if it was thrown at somebody?'
And from there, things went from curious to plain dastardly, and even then, things were still worsening. I heard that
some people called us demons. Creatures that don't deserve to walk the streets freely. Oh, being called those things didn't
affect me. If it happened again now, I'd think nothing of it. If it happened before I changed... it'd have broken me.
I didn't stop to think about what I was doing. Not once did I ever ask myself if how we were living our lives affected others.
That's what I regret the most, I think. It's not the hurting and the laughing that plagues my mind. It's how easy it was for
me to walk past somebody in pain, and pay no attention to their strained cries for help. Looking back, I think that I needed
help, too. Maybe not in the way the people I hurt did, but help to rescue me, to divert me from the road I was blindly taking.
Nobody ever helped me. Maybe that was why I never changed, not even in the slightest.
My eyes never wavered from the dark path I was following; my ears never allowed me to hear reason. My mind ripped
apart all semblance of good in my young body, and my own foolishness burnt the remains. My grades at school crashed
and burned, with my whole life meeting the same terrible fate. I ended up giving up on school, although I did go back
eventually, a few years after the incidents.
Two or three years after I changed for the worse, I did something terrible. If I somehow went back in time and told
myself that just five years from then, I would become what I have, I'd laugh. It would just sound so... fake. I had plans
for the future and everything. I wanted to be a policeman, a soldier, a doctor. A saver of lives. A hero. That was
stupid of me to think somebody so lowly could achieve.
I'm not a hero. I've never saved a life. My missteps have done nothing but cause harm. Harm that I haven't put right.
I've changed the world, just like I wanted to when I was a child.
But not for the better.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"baa, baa, black sheep."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLepidis and Kerberos;;
Lepidis and Kerberos are two very close friends, having known each other for longer than either plumerian can remember. Initially, Kerberos stayed away from Lepi, for he disliked her shy demeanour and believed that being around her would only soften him, as well as worrying whether or not she would accept his less gentle side. Eventually, though, a young Kerberos got himself into a situation in which he had no choice but to make contact with her, and upon finding that she, too, was not as she seems to the public, he loosened up and began to consider her a friend.
Kerberos stalked quietly through the hallways of his school, sticking to the wall and refusing to make eye contact with anybody. His own eyesmwere looking down at the ground, the white trails of light dissipating into the air behind him as he walked. He walked slowly, yet deliberately; his tail was dragging along the ground, and his feathers seemed to almost droop. His mouth was firmly shut, and was twisted into a thin frown. His stride was long, and he never paused in between steps, not even for a second. Several times, he walked into another plumerian, having not seen them due to always looking down at the ground. He apologised politely, and the other plumerians forgave him.
It was all an act. Lepidis had seen it in his eyes, and now that she knew, it seemed to be so obvious, showing in every move he made. That look in his eyes was unmistakably a look of disgust. That frown, likewise. The way he held his body, and his tail, and his ears. The oh-so-subtle way he bared his teeth every time he spoke, and talked in a voice with a sharp, aggressive edge to every last word. Maybe nobody else had noticed. After all, Lepi was known for her observational skills, and Kerberos was showing all the signs of pure hate.
The first day she noticed, and concluded that his politeness was a mere act, she told herself to stay away from him at all costs. And stay away she did; for over half a year, she did not speak a single word to Kerberos, and dared not to even make eye contact. When she was around him, she wouldn't say a word. Rather, she would clamp her mouth firmly shut, even if in the middle of a conversation with her friends, if she spotted him passing by or even looking at her.
One day, though, Kerberos witnessed Lepidis acting differently to the way he thought she was by nature. The usually-shy plumerian was red in the face, though not from embarassment; rather, anger was what was causing the colouration, and goodness, was it powerful anger. She was towering over another plumerian, yelling out words too loud to hear clearly. The other plumerian was cowering on the floor, shivering as Lepi's harsh words pierced through them. Kerberos simply stood silently amongst the crowd of students that had gathered, his glowing eyes watching the violent scene unfold. It was a little while before a teacher arrived to calm Lepidis down, having heard the shouts and screams from her.
Lepidis got into a lot of trouble, of course. As she was being led away by a group of teachers, she turned and gazed back at the crowd. They were all talking with each other, with one notable exception. Kerberos, his usual frown replaced by an amused smile, was standing in front of the crowd, locking eyes with Lepidis as she was taken away. Forgetting her hate for him at that moment, Lepidis smiled back, all the anger from her previous outburst seemingly gone. From then onwards, the two were inseperable, though they were a little awkward around each other at first. Now, they are the best of friends, and where one goes, the other is sure to follow.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"have you any soul?"