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▶ Year || 502
▶ Season || Spring
▶ Temp || 43℉ (8℃) - 70℉ (21℃)
▶ Weather || The nip of Winter has begun to ebb away, replaced by the gentle embrace of Spring as it ushers in new life. Plant life peeks out from the melting snow and birdsong fills the air once more, calling drowsy residents from their hideaways. Slowly but surely, the continent’s hustle and bustle returns.


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"Like his companion, he steadies himself with the salt on his tongue, the sharp-sour smell of the sea like a fresh-split oyster. The beach, for him, is like an intersection between dreams and reality: endless, lulling, pungent and terribly dangerous. Realer than anything, and a mystery he will never solve. It is the only un-knowing he has learned to be comfortable with." From This Grand Show is eternal

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▶ Age: 9 [Year 493 Spring]
▶ Gender: Male [he/him/his]
▶ Orientation: Demisexual
▶ Breed: belgian x shire
▶ Height: 20 hh
▶ Health: 11
▶ Attack: 9
▶ Experience: 12
▶ Signos: 360 (Donate)

▶ Joined: 06-03-2017
▶ Last Visit: 02-01-2018, 02:10 PM
▶ Total Posts: 48 (Find All Posts)
▶ Total Threads: 8 (Find All Threads)

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gates to hell
first and foremost, leviathan is a rather huge character, carved from a mountain and chipped and damaged over time. he boldly stands at twenty hands of height, all rippling muscle and bulky body. this was always the case when it came to him, but a long time ago, he was far more bulky, and far larger in terms of his body. but he still stands like a powerhouse, thick legs and thick neck, large hooves, and a sturdy body to keep it all together. his nose is only slightly roman, creating a distinct look on the titan's features.

color comes simple with levi, starting with a base of creamy beige and markings of stark white and darker creams. the darker hues mark him in striping that's easily noticed, even under old wounds. scars mar this creature, from his body to his face, evidence to the life of war he has lived through his years. one of the more noticeable ones (other than across the bridge of his nose) is the one over his right eye. it renders it almost useless, causing once gold iris to cloud over and become milky, and his sight is almost gone. it's reduced to only vague shapes (blobs) and perhaps some colors. other than that, he cannot really discern anything from that side of his body, leaving him to usually turn his head to ensure he can see you with his other eye.

one ear is damaged and torn, whereas the other is just fine, showcasing his war-wrought past. he once had two wholesome horns, long and proud, but over time, they became chipped with use, and one (the shorter) finally snapped in half. he makes for an intimidating sight with white and cream hair that tangles along them every so often. his mane and tail are both thick and can be wild and knotted from his ventures among the world.
all my friends are heathens
positive: rational, intelligent, charismatic, direct, honest, hard to faze
negative: aggressive, blunt, somewhat lazy at times, short tempered, grudge holder, stubborn

he's come a long way from where he used to be. leviathan is no nonsense (a majority of the time) character and has come down from the hot head he used to be, to become a warrior forged from the fights and urging of his past. he's been carved from wrought steel and bone, muscles and sinew that wrap him tight. he's not known for being nice, but for the sharp tongue within his mouth, the brutal honest truth that he spits out. the stubbornness that comes with him is something he shields himself with, a firm believer in his ways. while still somewhat temperamental, he isn't as brash as he once was, shedding recklessness and leaving it behind in an old life.

he carries himself with the same posture as one that knows how to fight, though he holds no cockiness in the way he walks. think of him much like a well worn fighter that has smoothed away the surefire cockiness, and is replaced instead with the knowledge that he will win without flaunting it. a creature from a war torn past, your best bet is to simply be up front and honest with him, and he will be the same. he will always come off prickly at first, unamused and namely not affected by most things that could be considered 'shocking' to others. he has gone through plenty over his life, so it's unsurprising that it takes a lot to jar him.

affections do not come easy for such a beast, though when it does, he is not one to shy from it. it's something that takes a while to flicker to life, and even then, his affections and likings are not limited to biological sexes or any sort of gender spectrum. when he likes someone, it will be for them, not for what they have between their legs or not. even so, it's difficult to get down past the grumpy and prickly surface of the man to get down to anywhere that resembles affection, as he's typically not one to be romantic at all save for soft kisses and touches that mean a lot more coming from him.

while he isn't as hot headed as he used to be, he still has a somewhat smaller fuse. his anger rolls like lava instead of a flash of fire, rolling up and out in a mighty wave with no end in sight. it's wise to not anger him, though what angers him remains a mystery. so stepping around him is recommended, though it's unlikely he'll snap for no reason at all. it would take a bit to push that temper to ignite.
to glory
Levi is a character shrouded in the mysterious, coming from a far away land from what feels like centuries ago. He's been king and emperor in many lands, always dragging a wake of heat behind him and an iron fist upon the throne he takes. He was known as a glory chaser and a man of the warrior ways, shaped by hooves and teeth, his edges sharp and his hide tough and thick. Leviathan crawled from the deepest pits of a proverbial hell to rise up to the top, and he's burned his bridges in the past to remain far from his once family. He is a lone creature, one of harsh brutal truth and a sharp tongue, come where now to find his way among others, to grace himself with magic once again. his past still crawls behind him, charred and smoking, but he has begun to rise above it, a proud beast, ready to lift himself once more, though likely take a more solitary life. he has learned his lessons in the past, and while the thrones always haunt him, he will not perch on them any time soon.

THE DETAILS The warrior looked a lot different.

Leviathan was born in lands far from here, with a twin, in to a rocky relationship to a mother that flaunted herself, and his father who was buried in the ways of fighting and war. It wasn't exactly the prettiest thing, their family, and he grew up taught how to fight and how to use verbal weaponry from his mother. However, twisted ideals meant him and his twin sister were involved in fights, one that eventually left him wingless and bloodied. They had been torn from his body, and he had been left to wander as a mere horse, and in his rage, he conquered a throne. Hot blooded and dominated by anger, he was unfit to rule properly, and many hated him, including the two that he had deemed as co-queens at his side. He was challenged more than once, and carried more scars over his body from it. Eventually, however, the two females overthrew him (due to how he treated them), and he was left on his own, loathing all, blind by hatred and anger.

The lands held healers, magic potion wielding individuals, and he managed to convince one to give him a potion that allowed his wings to regrow. They did, and it was the most painful process in his life. He took up fighting afterward, once more colliding with his sister and fighting her. Somewhere along the line, he was erased from his family by magic, his family tree wiped clean and his body becoming his own, his thoughts his own. No longer did he stand in the shadow of a warmongering father. Even so, he kept himself fighting, participating in challenges and spars to those that would take them on, and it was through this that he met Mother Madonna. The golden woman that took his heart and taught him to slow down with his life. He had children with her, and settled, though they grew apart slowly after time.

Levi wandered after his loss, and happened upon another throne with a friend, having two more children by the friend. It was short lived, as he detested the weight of the crown on his shoulders and head, and once more, he found himself drifting, easily detaching and dropping the proverbial crown in to the dirt.

His wandering ways included plenty of fights and wars, and at some point, divine creatures. Deities, perhaps, he still isn't sure what to call them. Upon their whim, he was plucked up and given a 'new life', at his softest wish. What he was granted was a stripping of his old body in a blaze of magic and power, and when he awoke.. he was.. different. Different in terms of appearance and color, but he still held the scars on his hide and the chips in his horns. No longer a winged creature, he found himself staring at his reflection, and slowly accepting himself. Nothing was really considered weird after that.

He wandered, the same as always, bold as brass and prickly at first meeting, but he found himself wandering land to land, coming upon old faces and new ones. After all of his venturing, he hopes that perhaps he can find himself in a land he can actually call home.


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