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"I heard the truth about you,
And it really doesn't read at all,
A scared woman in a private hell.
Hushed voice like electric bells.

I wish I believed like you do, yeah you,
In the myth of a merciful god,
In the myth of a heaven and hell.
I hear the voices you hear sometimes,
Sometimes it gets so much.
I feel like letting go."

- Why I don't beleive in God; Everclear.

There was a strange attraction to power. He didn't really.. desire to have it. But instead, he was content, even elated to just be around those who did. To be useful to those who did. This included Tsao. No.. especially Tsao.

His mother was not pleased with this, and attempted to seperate him from that world as best she could. This only made him more difficult, and it wasn't long before he got free of her grasp.

Bio

Physical

Name: Pax.
Age: 19.
Race: Lunaris.
Gender: Male.
Build: Somewhat muscular, lean.
Hair: Slightly dark cerulean.
Eyes: Light purple.
Distinguishing Features: None to speak of.

Wolf Form

Breed: Afghan mix.
Build: Smaller then his mother, but fairly muscular.
Appearance: Cerulean fur. Pale yellow mane, and long fur on all legs, as well as entire tail. Gold socks on front paws. Wings are tan, with gold at the top.

Relatives

Parents: Tsao and Troya.
Siblings: Veva.
Mate: None.
Children: None.
Friends: None.

Mental

Personality: Has grown up watching his mother's inability to speak out, and has begun to detest weakness, and idolize strength. See his father as a model to live by.
Sexuality: Bisexual, preference for males.