Feb 1, 2018 7:35:50 GMT -6
Axel Timore | |||||||||
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Axel is a youthful twink who closely resembles his mother in the quality of his facial features and even in the small, thin stature of his body. It's a wonder if he even had a father. The skin complexion he possesses is a healthy color; soft, smooth and yet tainted with the scars of impurity. His facial features are leaning slightly more feminine, his jaw being smaller and his thin; with somewhat more signified cheeks. Subtle stretch marks are on the inside of his thighs, still in the process of fading away; and he's rather embarrassed of them. In total, he's quite unfitting for his species as a hellhound; appearing innocent though he is continents away from such a noble label. With a difficulty in hiding his hellhound blood, he has two pointed ears and a long, voluminous tail extending from his head and rear, both seeming to depict a jet black color. The canines of his teeth are unnecessarily long and sharp, indicating a need to file them down, and his claws are long and sharp with a heavy need of clipping and even further filing. | |||||||||
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Axel is a fun-loving hellhound that actually evades the malicious stereotype of hellhounds and the rest of the hell species. Rather than dangerous, he is more mischievous in the things he does and the actions he takes; at times unintentionally resulting in environmental destruction. As a homeless hellhound, he does whatever he needs in order to survive: seduction, prostitution, vandalism, petty thievery, breaking-and-entering and even taking what's coming for him be it bad or good. He's quite known to be lacking in the department of shame, lawfulness, moral and general standard. Tradition and reason both flee him entirely, leading to him become quite a deviant as well as a inappropriate figure in society. Nudity is nothing short of normalcy to him while drugs and alcohol limitations don't seem to matter either. The same disbelief in censorship applies to his lips as well, leading him to speak his mind without holding back most times. He'd openly compliment someone on their body or face and even make it lewd. Without a good role model to raise him, he's been unable to find conformation with society. With this shamelessness comes a love for humor. Axel eats up the satisfaction received from making himself and others laugh, even if it means getting the worst response possible from another person or the people around them. His favorite thing to do is to disturb someone; cause them to cringe at his antics and words. Most types of humor he enjoys, but suggestions of sexual abuse and shortness of consent inspire anxious energies and even depression in him; thus showing he does have his limits as every living being does. Despite the amusement he gets from humor, nothing pleases him more than affection. Fondness is something he has never experienced as a growing child, and he was more of a tool or a toy than anything else. To receive someone's hugs, kisses, pats, rubs, or even things like respect and praise is the greatest possible reward to him. It settles him, makes him feel special and genuinely like his existence is significant. Not to mention closeness in itself comforts him best; especially in his most dire of needs. | |||||||||
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Fire Manipulation: Axel is incredibly amateur of his fire manipulative powers. While he can unconsciously tap into it at times, usually in times where his emotions are at it's peak (elation, sadness, anger, shock) or even when sneezing, he has little to no control of it and so the flame tends to control him more than he controls it. Oftentimes, Axel's flames are incredibly combustible (explosive), thus implying that his fiery magics are of a more destructive property. Hexes: No experience whatsoever. Transform (Hellhound): Axel has fully mastered the process of transforming from human to true-form, and back again since it is required of him in order to survive. Synchronize: All-Fours (Passive): Lowering down on all fours while in his human form, he reaches a halfway point to his true-form and gains increased mobility, agility and movement fluidity while mobilizing on all fours. Fire Immunity (Natural) Heightened Senses (Natural) High Endurance (Natural) | |||||||||
History | |||||||||
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Father: Unknown Mother: Axia Timore, a female hellhound who was a proud whore working in a brothel; and the reason for Axel's dark past Sibings: unknown | |||||||||
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Reader Discretion is Advised! Unpleasant Content Ahead! Axel had never had one plausible role model in his life; nor had he been able to experience a childhood of prosperity, success or comfort. At a young age where Axel could hardly retain memory, his father had vanished from his life without a trace; nor has his existence ever been mentioned to him. It left him living with his mother, who had no other way of supporting the both of them than taking on the occupation as a whore in a brothel. This same brothel had been the environment the young hellpup would grow up in. His mother, the most popular whore in the sinful underground establishment, brought men into their insecure little apartment by the day. Each day, a different male had bedded her and Axel, despite being so young, had a vivid understanding of the activities that took place between male and female. It was nothing short of revolting to him. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to ever speak up about it. He'd merely smile and think of other things while the central ambiance of their apartment remained to be the disconcerting music of erotica. Mother always told him to let his mind drift towards what made him happy rather than what brought him down. Often times, a boy older than Axel would come over to their apartment; a boy in a similar situation as him. Both their mothers were whores yet at least this boy had a father as well... one who was also common face in Axel's own apartment. Together, they'd talk, interact and play. However, as a older boy, he always found it his duty to fill in the younger Axel on subjects he was too young to understand. One of these was the exchanges both their mothers would engage in. The way the older boy described these activities to him made the hellhound pup shudder from the disgusting suggestions, and it had become a topic of terrible humor between them. Of course, it went further than mere humor eventually. What would be teasing in jest soon became curiosity. The both of them reenacted these activities the older boy had been witness to, and this would become both their first experience with each other. It was a considerably life changing experience for Axel, as it had altered his view of sexual activity at such a immature age. Adolescent curiosity of the modern day, at it's finest. Bearing little shame for his actions, he had informed his mother of what he had experienced with the older boy. At first, she was baffled at the idea of her own son having participated in adult activity so early, but at the same time it had given her an idea. "That's... wonderful!" he clearly recalls her saying. "You take after me, don't you? You like boys? That's good. You could even help us out," she claimed. At the time, Axel had no clue what she meant by that. As far as he knew, there was nothin he could have helped with. Axia Timore, the most seductive lecher, was one most desired for her features. Her own son shared such close features to hers and yet he was better for one reason: he was much younger, a fresh fruit for the picking. By herself, she was just able to support the both of them. However, with "two of herself", they'd be able to live well off with more income on the daily. That's when it had caught him off guard when one day, his mother had introduced him to a man he had never seen before, and informed him that he'd be spending time with this stranger for a period of time. The events of this night had tore into Axel, conceiving a weakness that he'd be unable to ever shake off. It was after this night that every day, he'd be spending time with a different man he had never met before or had seen often. The remainder of what little innocence he had vanished from existence and was never to be seen from again. The grip on his frail delicate flesh, the muffles and stifled growls soon to be whimpers, the feeling of helplessness drowning his nerves; it consumed who he had been before and forged an inferior creature from mere embers. The marks of a whore that he'd find on his squishy shell after every break of dawn; bruise, scratch, bite. It was memory foam to the muzzles and collars which fit his role as a bitch of hell. It became his life. "Childhood" was a word no longer familiar to him, and he had endured this new lifestyle he was trapped in. Eventually, he had grown so used to it that he had merely submitted to the reality and could only find comfort in the words that his mother would say to him: "It'll get better, baby. Look how popular you are. You're just like me, and look at all the things we can get now all because of you. Keep it up, hon." It was fine. It was all fine. What he was doing every day was a good thing, otherwise his mother wouldn't have said those words to him. Right? Eventually, his mother had begun to fall ill, leaving her son in her stead to support them. A newfound struggle had foreboded over them, and it'd be the most painful experiences that Axel would have to endure. A burden on his shoulders; one a youth should never have to haul. Luckily, it this period had ended with the passing of the one who stripped him of his purity. Axia lived a whore and died as a whore; from the disease that passed judgement. It left Axel alone, and upon this revelation, he found himself a potential victim to the brothel's immediate demand. Wise as to not be the once in a lifetime opportunity, the teenage hellhound had vanished from existence. No one in the brothel would see or hear of him again. A man had happened to stumble across a young teenager in an alleyway; a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a mischievous grin smeared across his features. The sharp, pointed ears and the long voluminous tail he had was as alluring as the seductive eyes he gazed. Though his clothes were tattered and his feet uncovered, such a face was far too tempting for a male in desperate need. Shorts lowered to his waistline, flaunting those vulnerably hip; and his head raised to expose his neck generously. His pursed lips parted to utter a single hushed suggestion. "Show a bitch some cash, and your dreams will come true... cutie." | |||||||||
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Axel has never truly recovered from his experiences when he was younger, living in a brothel with his mother. The experiences are supposed to be haunting him in present day, however his optimism has resulted in his mind creating an isolating barrier in his mind excluding the agonizing memories of his dark-days. This occurs through the psychological process of repression. At the same time, this repression is harmful to him at the same time due his subconscious mind still bringing it up in his sleep; and him thinking it was entirely okay due to the conditioning that he deserved it and that it was completely necessary. | |||||||||
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