Coat

Most of Saracyn's coat is a canvas of rippling scarlet and jet black, the only exceptions coming from the stark white on his front paws, the end of his tail, and tipping his ears. The red parts of his coat are dusted in pale gray speckles. Around his left eye are intricate markings of snow white that appear to form flame-like patterns. In low light or at night, these markings glow an iridescent white on their own.

Eyes

Saracyn's irises are a vivid cerulean blue standing in drastic contrast to his coat. Up close, one can identify flecks of lighter shades of blue in them, almost as if gazing directly into a sheet of ice.

Physique

Saracyn's physique is an athletic build of sleek and taut muscles, taking from the physical strength of his father and the slenderness of his mother. He is built like a sprinter or swimmer rather than a body builder, but make no mistake, he is built for power.

Voice

A smooth and velvety baritone.

Scent

Saracyn's natural musk holds undertones of amber, bergamot, and oakmoss, making his scent a heady, rich, and masculine cologne.

Unique Attributes

The markings around Saracyn's left eye, while unassuming during the day, glow on their own with a white glow in low light or at night. As a further mutation, his teeth are serrated, making every bite a deadly tearing of flesh. appearance

– The Rogue Prince –

Sociopathic - Vicious - Cunning

Saracyn was born with a double dose of arrogance and a nonexistent conscience. Proud and cocky, Saracyn sees himself and his sister as living deities, blessed by his family's higher powers from the moment they were born, as they were spared from the customary death of their beliefs. Nothing in the world can touch him as far as he is concerned, and should something try to tempt that fate, he is all too happy to watch the offender be torn to shreds and removed from existence. In his mind, Saracyn and his family are the ones destined to rule the world, and no one else matters.

Like his father, Saracyn has a love for the taste of blood and a cruel streak a mile wide. Nothing turns him on quite like the taste of fresh blood, the feeling of his teeth in flesh, and the screams of a victim. Life holds little value to him in regards to anyone outside his immediate family, and he delights in finding new ways to hurt, torture, maim, and kill. Cold and calculating, Saracyn is creative and inventive in his ways to inflict pain, a natural born menace on the living world. He has a desperate lust for power and wants only to continue to grow his control over others.

As he grows up, Saracyn with be quite the lecherous little bastard, delighting in the sexual arts with any partner he can get his paws on, consensual or not, and his tastes do run rough. He craves physical pleasures and desires nothing more than ending each day spent and satisfied with a body or three warming his bed. With females in particular, procreation will be the name of his game, as Saracyn strives to leave as many traces of his godlike bloodline in the world for centuries to come.

Saracyn's megalomania is hidden well behind a mask of charm, charisma, and guile. His bravado knows no limits. This also makes him a shameless flirt, able to charm the pants off of virtually anyone. He always seems to know exactly what to say and how to say it, using his sharp silver tongue and good looks to get what he desires. Narcissistic through and through, Saracyn lavishes in his own appearance and presence, and only finds enjoyment in the company of others who match him in looks. The more beautiful you are, the more likely you are to attract the eye of the brute. Just be careful, because once his eyes are set on his prey, his hunt never ends. personality

Possessions / Companions / Mutations

Saracyn has jagged, serrated teeth that aid in rending flesh and muscle. misc