Profile of Tiberius

To gaze upon Tiberius is to see a monster, without even knowing who it is. He is of behemoth proportions, reaching the height of 36 inches tall. He has a dark mask that starts at his forehead and falls down his muzzle. His most stunning feature would be his heterochromatic eyes, which are mostly golden with a single splotch of green in both eyes. His coat is a mess of earthen tones ranging from browns, blacks, greys, and tans. His coat is a longer length and rather full all year long. His paws are large, able to easily carry him through his travels. Though he is large size, his legs seem to be rather lanky and thin. Do not let this fool you, he is a being of might.

Much of his personality seems to align with a mercenary to a T. He is ruthless to the core, his entire being is saturated with ideas on how he can swing things his way. He is intelligent and uses wit when speaking to others. Being that his is an opportunist at heart, he will speak to anybody. Charisma carries him through life and sets him up for success. When it comes to aggressive issues, he will not back down from a fight. He holds his own and knows how to fight. Should he find beings to align himself with, he will be loyal to them - until they betray him. Once you lose his trust, it is gone forever. But if you have the same goals and aspirations as him, and show respect, he will defend and protect you until the bitter end.

Born to a life of nothing, everything was taken from him even before he reached six months of his life. Raiders killed his mother and father, taking him from his siblings. He didn't know if they were alive or dead. To protect himself, he forced his mind to forget about them. He had nothing and knew nothing. The raiders or bandits, or whatever he had heard them called from their victims - taught him everything he knew. Not for the fact of improving him, but for using his youth as an advantage. In his younger years, he was apart of many plans to steal from others, using his eyes as a way to distract and even sneak around others.

He learned this was the way of life and didn't know any better. He had to do what he could to survive. This meant he fought for his food, stole from those less fortunate than himself, and would do anything to feel better. As he aged through this way of life, he found that he was good at it, and picked up an easy way to trick others - his voice. He has a silver-tongue and often uses it for his gains, whether in wealth or more intimate things. To some has is seen as a parasite, trying to find the best way to steal from others.