IN THE END, IT'S STILL YOU.
I. CHARACTER
| NAME | SKOLL ( █████ ) |
| HEIGHT | 6FT / 183CM |
| WEIGHT | 195LB / 88KG |
| HAIR COLOR | RED/BLACK |
| EYE COLOR | RED |
| BIRTHDATE | ██/██/██ |
| AGE | ████ |
| RACE | MORTAL(?) |
| BLOOD TYPE | O+ |
| BUILD | ATHLETIC |
| GENDER | MALE |
| BITE FORCE | 100K PSI |
| This character is a ruthless individual, often missing for days at a time and crime tending to happen when he is within the same country. His most active time is during the night when most are asleep, preferring to stay away from any and all people. Most times in public spaces where many eyes reside, he would have a half cloak to conceal himself or move along the lesser known paths. What he does in his time is never known, but if you ever encounter this Hound, you are in danger. Interacting with him is strongly advised against, as his tendency to harm individuals for simple things or showing kindness is commonplace. A history unknown, and a duty best left to the unseen shadows of the night. Pray you are not next to be devoured. However .. appearances are deceiving, whether for fortune or hell. |
| DISLIKES | WITCHES, GODS, MORTALS, CATS, WASTING FOOD, ARCHERS, MOONS AND SWEETS |
| LIKES | STEWS, JEWELRY, FLOWERS, BIRD WATCHING, SMITHING, BUNNIES |
| TRAITS | LOYALTY, STUBBORN, ANGER, STRESSED, DEPRESSED, SINFUL, RUTHLESS, DEFIANT, SPONTANEOUS |
| STRENGTHS | COMBAT AND COOKING |
| WEAKNESSES | WATER, ARCHERS, CURSES, EMOTIONS |
| FAVORITE FOOD | RABBIT STEW |
| SPECIAL SKILLS | BEING REALLY ANGRY |
| LANGUAGES | ICELANDIC/JAPANESE/ENGLISH/██████ |
| FAVORITE CHARACTER | HIS TEACHER |
Fun Fact!
Each scar on the Hound's vessel is a sign of how he passed in his previous time.
II. ACCOUNT
BURNED VIA; NATTO
— 21+ / MDNI
— NON-LEWD
— Serious/Fluff/Crack/etc
— DM's open for just about anything
— Feel free to @ Hound or me
— Please have manners
— I may mute or unfollow if I see lewd/hentai/disturbing discussions. I'm sorry.
— May be slow at times, muse and mood vary, please understand.
— MULTI-SHIP ; 2/3
III. SKILLS
| SKILL/ITEM | DESCRIPTION |
|---|---|
| FLAME ARISE (ACTIVE) | A flame that can be summoned from the user's will and mind. It's control and potential relies on the users imagination and pathways, though it is not his own. A false flame; originating from a source not of his own heart. |
| SILENT CASTING (ACTIVE) | Words that are mumbled under his breath, yet no sounds are ever made, shall bring forth the magic he conjours. Yet none ever see it, for it happens in the mere millisecond between time itself. The problem inherently is the focusing and memorization before casting it. It must be precise, otherwise, it will backfire. |
| DEVOUR (ACTIVE) | The Hound shall devour all. It is a grand-level spell that devours any being that enters the maw of the Hound when it is cast. From the physical form to the soul, it entraps it to the stomach of the Hound; permanently. The souls follow him beyond timelines, yet these souls are bound to curse him eventually. A fate worse than death .. A place of agony. |
| WRATH (PASSIVE) | The curse powers him .. it drives him mad, and grants him wrath against his enemies. It is what gives him the ability to chew into metal, to punch stones to pebbles, extending the mortal vessel beyond normal capabilities. |
| CHAINS BIND (ACTIVE) | Unholy chains that are summoned from the very earth to bind, pierce or capture his opponents. It's origin is not of his own, yet it is likely a fake copy of the chains that once bound Fenrir from Nordic Mythology. It works along with his will and basic hand gestures via silent casting. |
| HOUND'S EYE (ACTIVE) | The Hound was cursed for blindness, blurred colorless vision that he cannot comprehend anything in sight. He forged an ability to perceive from his eyes through the use of mana, though it's drawback are bloody eyes from excessive use. |
| SWEET SCENT (PASSIVE) | Nothing escapes his nose. Mimicking his favorite Hound, he unnaturally developed the ability to smell akin to a great wolf. From mere shampoo to the smallest of traces, it is befit a hunter. |
| FIRE RESISTANCE (PASSIVE) | His own flames and that received from others are seemingly immune on his vessel and clothes. It is a byproduct of the flames produced from the curse in his heart. He can consciously turn this ability off and on if needed. However, it is only resistance. If enough fire is used against him, his shield will wear off, or if the intensity of the heat is immeasurably strong. |
| BROKEN TALISMAN (PASSIVE) | He swallowed a talisman at one point of his life, that bound itself to the insides of his stomach. It was used to negate the effects of the curses somewhat, but it does cause stomach problems occasionally. It's effect is negated when the Hound is damp with water. |
Another Fun Fact!
Often times when he is not on duty, he will spend his time alone in flower gardens or fields in the wild. Passing the time by remembering the past.
IV. CURSES
| BATS CURSE - Loss of color, and heavily blurry sight. |
| CURSE OF GLUTTONY - Most things consumed by the Hound as sustenance is eventually hurled up. |
| CURSE OF NUMBNESS - He has partial numbness in parts of his body, so he does physical checks from time to time. |
| SEEDBEARERS CURSE - A dark and evil seed has attached to his vessel, soul, and being. It provides strength, but it is slowly killing him the more his lives, making the vessel it's own eventually. This curse makes him vulnerable against any holy or divine attacks. Praying will also make his skin feel like its burning, hence why he keeps a low profile. This curse is also the source of all his magic. |
| BERSERKERS CURSE - Occasionally will he start to feel as if he's burning from the inside, an urge to create destruction in every corner arises. The Hound resists with enough concentration, but it may happen at unfortunate occasions. |
| CURSE OF THE LAKE - If he becomes damp and drenched in water, he will lose the ability to cast any magic and his resistance to the curses until he is dry again. So, he becomes a blind and rabid mutt. |
| SHARKS CURSE - The Hound cannot sleep, his vessel does not allow rest due to this curse. Though at random intervals of weeks will he end up collapsing and enter into hibernation for a few days to make up for his lack of rest. It is not by choice, but the curse forces him in the end. The shark must keep swimming. |
| TOOTH FAIRIES CURSE - Occasionally, he will lose a random tooth. |
| TASTELESS CURSE - He lost the ability to taste a long time ago. If he ever says anything about taste, it's a blatant lie. |
| CURSE OF AGONY - Pain that is received is amplified. |
| YUKI ONNA'S CURSE - If he is placed in a cold enough environment, he will not be able to cast any of his flame magic. |
| MOON GAZE CURSE - He is typically weaker during the presence of the moon. |
| HEART'S CURSE - If a mortal forms a close relationship with the Hound, an unknown entity will appear to tear that person he cherishes away from him beyond his control. It grasps their hearts and destroys them from the inside. This is why he never forms connections, and hates everything. |
| ORGAN CURSE - This is a curse that occasionally arises from the blue, putting one of his random organs in a state between failure and alive for a short while. This can result in numerous side-effects for the vessel temporarily. |
| SINNERS CURSE - A curse that affects his typical moods and train of thought, diverting his attention to one of the seven sins at random. Sloth is hopelessness, Wrath is anger, etc. It happens occasionally, hence certain mood swings in his patterns. |
| MASTERS CURSE - The curse from devouring his very own teacher. A curse that binds his very fate to rotten luck. A destiny of suffering .. Yet it is the closest he'll ever be to his teacher. |
| BREATHLESS CURSE - He was once impaled through one of his lungs, a curse implanted on the blade before he perished from it in the end. It is a curse that locks his lung from running at full capacity, always making his breathing hurt and burn. He has gotten used to it over the centuries. |
| ( ? ? ? ) CURSE - An unknown curse even to him. He will forever be bound at the hands of a being far greater than any other god, devil, or entity in the space far and near. It's thread runs to the unknown .. and it is a thread that only wishes to see the Hound's triumph and failures especially. For he is never alone. Always watched. Always haunted. Always resurrected. |
| ILL-MAN'S CURSE - He is far more prone to becoming sick, although he powers through it most of the time, in his down time he is mostly spent in agonizing pain from the disease that plagues him. It also explains why he functions better in the warm weather rather than cold weather, apart from his Yuki-Onna's curse. |
| HUNTERS CURSE - If the Hound does not hunt, he will go mad. Since he hunt's daily, it doesn't go into effect often, but if he goes without a hunt for a week or more, he will start to lose his sanity and act more like a rabid wolf. |
| DREAMER'S CURSE - If he ever does fall asleep, he will always dream, and those dreams will always consist of horrid nightmares of his past, the souls that haunt him from within his stomach, etc. So, he never has a splendid sleep. |
| CURSE OF WAX - If the Hound remains in a cold environment for long enough without proper heat, wax will build up on his flesh and start to tear his skin apart. It is a long process, but he must always stay warm and dry. |
V. LORE / FACTS
| I. The Hound is typically a mercenary in the shadows. He does not show his face unless on the last moments of his prey. In such, the Hound hunts the mortals he deems sinners by his own standards. He takes the mortals money for kills sometimes if the moments are right, as any mortal would want revenge or the suffering to stop, and some pay a pretty gold coin for it. So, the hunt begins. The observations grow vast and he often watches his prey waiting for the right moment to devour them. |
| II. Once upon a time, the Hound ate a talisman that forever remains in his stomach. It aids him to combat some curses at times, but it only works so much as the curse overbears it's power. It's also part of the reason he gets stomach aches occasionally; because it's a holy object stuck in his gut. |
| III. The Hound can tell when anyone is lying to him by an acidic saliva filling the bottom of his tongue. Though bare note that this does not work on witches. |
| IV. Each scar the Hound bears is a sign of how he died in his previous lives, or something he sustained during his current one. |
| V. Often times he finds comfort amongst flowers, especially in open fields alone. It is bittersweet times, but better than being bitter. It reminds him of someone from long ago ... |
| VI. Once long ago, he had a teacher in his very first timeline. The one who discovered him from the nothing he was in the beginning, she was the one that guided him for years .. Until one day, she vanished overnight. Hound became distraught, spending his time searching the lands for his teacher, even after his first death and understanding of his reincarnations. Yet, later in another timeline was his same teacher discovered, only bound in corruption of the very curse that holds his own heart hostage. In brutal combat and sorrow, he was forced to put down his teacher he had spent his life searching for. In due time, he too will succumb to this curse. The Alternate Hound .. |
| VII. Hound once died at the hands of the moon goddess and her followers in the depth of the earth. Whilst he searched for an escape, he unfortunately fell down deeper into the pitch black chasm. Once there, he navigated for hours and days trying to find the exit before coming across the gaze of the moon from between the cracks of the sky. This is where the servants of the moon ambushed him in the dark, cutting off escape routes before serving him his last few moments. His prayers to the moon went out, since it was a rather popular religion in this world, yet it was answered with only a curse upon his vessel. He now loathes the moon and any of it's followers, since the moon is also a symbol for a witch. He deems it heresy. |
| VIII. The fighting style of the Hound varies. Typically he fights with a loose form, large and powerful swings and pierces while keeping a wide stance to bend away narrowly from oncoming attacks. Another style mimics that more of a knight's stance, derived from his very own teacher. His final stance is when he wields all three of his blades at once, using chains attached to his blades as he hurls them with extreme speed, never keeping a steady foot. This last one is more of a last resort of wrath, however. |
| IX. The Hound boasts all about how much he hates lies, yet he lies to everyone he comes across himself, making him the biggest hypocrite around. He will keep his secrets safe, he will say he hates you, he will curse you, threaten and even follow you .. But it is no guarantee that he hates you. Behind all his words and lies is a truth unwilling to be spoken, afraid how what is to come. In truth, he still yearns for love and friends as much as anyone else so desperate. But if achieves his love, he knows it will be ripped away from him in the end, from the curse that binds his fragile heart. |
| X. The Hound is a master of disguise. The ability to shift his hair color to complete black locks, even blending in with crowds while displaying a completely different attitude and expression. Anyone wouldn't be able to recognize him very easily at the least, hence how he is able to collect intel rather easily. Albeit, this method is typically used for lurking amongst the mortals in preparations for one of his assassinations for the heretics. |
VI. SHORT TALES
CHAPTER I; Moon’s plague.The religion of the moon is an olden group, one that follows the ancient witch, also known as the goddess of the moon. She has gone by many titles before, but they all return to the same individual being that many mortals pray to. From blessings to guidance in the dark, the Moon served as the symbol for light in dark times, and to ward off the evil in sight. A silver trinket of the moon’s faith rests upon one’s side, faith prevalent in its signature look and pride betwixt the individual known as (REDACTED). There is no Hound, not yet. Now we come to the present, digits of the Hound trace along the coarse paper of a map, navigating the wild and distant plains of the south. He has traveled far and wide through these lands, it is almost too tiresome how massive the world is. Sighs eventually came from his lips as he crouched down to get a better focus on the map, navigation always so difficult in its own way. From the previous town he visited, there were always legends of a cave network that used to worship the stars near the southernmost plains. It is said these stars signified two things: clairvoyance and the worlds between. Further into the legend it said that some mortals in this cult crossed from different worlds, but they long since died out ages ago in the ancient wars. Fate would have it that he came across these details, much less a map of the old times that could help guide him. It almost seemed too convenient but … “ Baaaah, the lands sure have changed from so long ago, it’s difficult comparing them to present-day maps. Must have been that brutal war, changing the landscapes … “ More and more did he feel lost, maps side by side and eyes scattering back and forth from the paper and dirt afar. If his knowledge is right, the entrance to the caves should cross right where he’s sitting, but .. Scratching the back of his head, he stretched out his back then to lay back on the ground as he gazed at the dimming sky with his bright red eyes. Sunset is nearing with each passing minute, faint clouds dancing in the sky in various forms, it reminds him of other years .. other lifetimes he once lived in. While he dwells on reminiscing thoughts, sounds of cracking echo to his ear awfully quietly. It then began to get progressively louder before he turned his attention to the ground beneath him and the gear he carries. The dirt suddenly seemed to crack, dirt sinking into a seemingless unknown void forming below him before he was swallowed by gravity, cutting off his escape. His gear and himself sliding down old rock walls at alarming speeds as if it were a slide, there was no current way to slow down. Quickly did he find himself free falling down into a cave of rapid waters, with no time to rest as he blindly searches for a stop to this landslide of problems. Flesh and skin cut against rocks many between, only after he found himself a rock he could grip upon without sliding away, he could finally pull himself up to the shore. Hair and body shook like a dog, sliding his damp red locks from covering his sight. It seemed he fell pretty far down, faint glimmers of light from where he originated came in contrast to the darkness surrounding him. It seemed his discovery was correct, but he certainly did not expect such dire things to occur, even losing some of his gear that wasn’t directly attached to his belt. Fighting against rapids to get back was not wise, so he readied himself to venture deeper into the caves to find an alternate route, and to find the answers he came for. Quickly did he pull out a half-broken lantern from his waist, pushing his finger between the broken glass to light the wick with a chant spoken proudly with his lips. A dim source of light guides the way as he makes his way through the cave network, mentally mapping the twists and turns it takes. So much darkness, he was rather surprised at how massive it was, remnants of older times clearly present throughout the grounds he walked upon. Soon did he come to a halt, raising his lantern high up as the light glimmered upon a piece of cloth hanging on the wall. It was the symbol of the Moon’s religion and her followers. “ Huh … I suppose even the older generations still shared the same faith throughout all of the time between us … But I thought this was a place for the stars, not the moon? Well .. “ He did not think too much about it after, assuming it was just someone’s faith from long ago, one that survived time as the same symbol hangs as a pendant at his side. He too was a follower and believer in this lady of the Moon, from the very beginning of his knowledge’s awakening. He carried on deeper into the system of tunnels, echoes of footsteps and faint flame reminding him how truly alone he was down here, yet it felt uneasy. There wasn’t a hint of insects, webs or any animalistic beings down here at all. Would it be safe to assume it’s been well sealed off from the surface for anything to ever survive down, he is unsure. Yet here he comes to a wide open room with a slight ray of moonlight shining from the cracks in the ceiling, looking around in curiosity and security. It seems the network loops back to the surface from somewhere around here, yet the map he read before only stated one entrance .. Yet he carried on hugging the pathway of the wall to find any other routes before coming upon a rather suspicious looking tunnel. It’s path looked like it was carved too perfectly for natural formations, sharp corners fit for mortals to walk through. Could this be where those ancient cults resided? Perhaps he can finally find some answers— “ … Huh? “ Something .. echoed. He was no longer alone down here. Without warning, a force suddenly enveloped him and threw him back into the center of the room, moonlight glimmering into his eyes from the ceiling. Quickly he came to his senses as his blade was drawn without second thought, coming in contact within the next second with a magic shot at him head on. Metal to magic, it was cut and deflected off to the side, crashing into the rocks and disrupting the structural integrity of the room. Behold, the emergence of a female figure in white, ghostly and beautiful in her appearance, yet quickly cut short once mana rings of white came at him with haste. He was quick to react, moving across the floor to avoid the attacks skimming past his fleshed vessel as he dashed with intent to take down this attacker. The first wild swing was taken to this figure, yet it only dispersed into thin air as soon as the metal made contact with it, vanishing away. Only then did he witness a battle axe emerging from the darkness, yanking himself back with the edge of the metal slicing across his cheek. He was quick to make distance, checking his surroundings with a cast of embers from his hands into the air, dimly lighting the area. Numerous figures in armor entrap him in this room, symbols of the moon’s crest laid upon the iron they bore. But they did not give him time to think, only to survive, with sheer numbers of melee attacks, magic casts, and traps were made to solely target him. Adrenaline rushes through his system, casting flames of his own to counter as he clad steel against iron, blood eventually spilling from his blade. He was quick, proficient, the stance of a knights footwork was excellent, but the combat became endless. It took 14 minutes of struggling in combat .. sweat unravels from skin and fatigue is bound to occur, yet determination was more prevalent than those. Heels shoot him back skidding across the stone floors, making a safety net from his targets to catch his breath before realizing … He fell for it. Rings of white rise and fall from the ceiling and the floor, clashing together around him as a bone breaking force binds him in his place, forcing the man to his knees. Yelps and cries from the pressure emerged from his lips as he sat there helpless to the core now. No magic was forming from his mutterings and chants, mana circuits cut off from on another here. It angered him, so he shouted; “ How .. How could you people do this!? I’m a follower .. of the same group! The moon .. I carry it’s crest damn it! “ Silence struck them like rain, footsteps of bare flesh echoing in place of any response given to him. That same figure of white approached him, that heartless gaze locked upon him as she stopped to speak to the man: ‘ Alas, time told of your presence to be here. The dog .. of destruction. We caught you early. ‘ Bafflement came to him, wonders of who she was and this cursed group of Moon followers. “ You have some serious explaining to do, damn it! Who are you, why are you doing all of this?! I’m a follower of the moon, why are you attacking one of your own?! “ ‘ … You don’t understand, do you? ‘ She spoke with shame placed upon the captured dog as rattles of his moon amulet echoed, snapping off from his belt and into the hands of the mysterious woman in white. ‘ Blind to the core. I am the moon in mortal form, and you .. are the dog of destruction. ‘ “ You .. you can’t be the moon .. this is nonsense! “ ‘ Dare to oppose my words? It is the truth you cannot accept. It was foretold after all .. the reality of your very being. ‘ Wrath enraptured him, struggling with his body as he forced his way against the magic as a means of escape, alas, futile in the end. “ Curses .. I’ve done nothing wrong against you! Is this how you treat one of your followers?! “ ‘ .. You have not done anything wrong, yet. After all, you are bound for a calamity upon worlds, I have seen it. I heard your distant prayers each night I rose into the night sky, your wishes .. But I do not remember granting you my blessing or permission. ‘ “ Bound for .. Calamity? I’m not here to destroy, I’m only here searching for someone! This is all nonsense, were all my prayers and faith for nothing?! What kind of guiding light are you?! “ ‘ .. You yell more than you think. A toxic trait. One must die so that many may survive the day. Your faith was unwanted in the end. No more shall come from you tonight, traveler. ‘ “ Trave–What do you mean .. You won’t get away with this! I will get out of here and make it– “ Words cut short as those same rings of white binding him closed in instantly, severing him in half, top and bottom half dropping against the ground as blood splattered out everywhere. He laid there without limbs, legs, or stomach, pooling red coming from every hole in him .. First, his hearing went. Then, the taste was gone. No more breaths could be taken, everything was in agony, then it all felt so .. cold. He .. has died. He begins to rot from the inside out in the form of ash peeling from the vessel he once had, laying upon the puddle of blood he spewed. There was no more story to be told in this world. Like the rest, there is a fate of suffering to be awaited in each and every one. Then, soon enough, he shall one day awake in another world, shouting in the pain he endured .. all of that effort, for naught. Faith, determination, strength, all failed where it must prevail. Betrayal from the Moon .. a guiding light that only brings pain.
VII. TIMELINE
| TIMELINE | YEARS SPENT | KILLS | CAUSE OF DEATH | CURSED |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| I | 4 | 8 | ENVIRONMENT | NO |
| II | 2 | 25 | WAR | YES |
| III | 1 | 89 | ASSASSINATION | YES |
| IV | 5 | 1 | BETRAYAL | NO |
| V | 2 | 296 | ASSASSINATION | YES |
| VI | 3 | 503 | SUICIDE | YES |
| VII | 5 | 1,024 | WAR | YES |
| VIII | 3 | 4,001 | WAR | YES |
| IX | 10 | 14,000 | WAR | YES |
| X | 1 | 300 | MOON | NO |
| XI | 4 | 17 | CURSE | YES |
| XII | 8 | 40,000 | EXECUTION | YES |
| XIII | 3 | 839 | SUICIDE | YES |
| XIII | 0 | 1 | SUICIDE | NO |
| XIV | 0 | 1 | SUICIDE | NO |
| XV | 0 | 1 | SUICIDE | NO |
| XVI | 3 | 145 | BETRAYAL | YES |
| XVII | 5 | 17,692 | MURDER | YES |
| XVIII | 4.5 | 14,244 | EXECUTION | YES |
| XIX | 0.1 | 245,001 | REVENGE | YES |
| XX | 3 | 8,000 | MURDER | YES |
| XXI | 1 | 504 | WITCH | YES |
| XXII | 2 | 942 | WITCH | YES |
| XXIII | 7 | 43,259 | BETRAYAL | YES |
| XXIV | 2 | 784 | ASSASSINATION | NO |
| XXV | 1 | 1,027 | ENVIRONMENT | NO |
| XXVI | 5 | 1 | HUMANITY | YES |
| XXVII | 3 | 11,641 | SMITE | YES |
| XXVIII | 8 | 23,015 | ASSASSINATION | YES |
| XXIX | 3 | 4,525 | EXECUTION | YES |
| XXX | 2.5 | 859 | HUMANITY | YES |
| ++ | ++ | ++ | ++ | ++ |
VIII. SHIPS
IX. ARTIST CREDITS
X. UPDATE LOG
| Date | Reason |
|---|---|
| 08/14/2025 | Added lore VII-X and Index |
| 08/17/2025 | Fixed grammar and added short story I. |
| 11-01-2025 | Added account rules, and more curses. |
| 11-24-2025 | Added new looks, and minor details. |
| 12-02-2025 | Added ships, so pretty, I LOVE THEM—— |
| 01-21-2026 | Updated carrd, artwork, credits, added minor changes and details. |