namebo harbinger

aliasesblack mamba
grim reaper
bub

date of birth / agenovember 21 / 15 years

gendercis male + he/him

speciesmelanistic tiger

occupationmafia boss
businessman

professionpolitician (+3 int & chr)

marital statussingle

sexualityhomosexual

biography PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION bo is a beast to behold. he stands at three and a half feet tall, with wide shoulders and rippling muscles beneath his dark fur. his face is shaped handsomely, not too wide but not slim either, framed by ruggedly attractive fur that droops down ever so slightly. his pelt is a deep gray, almost black--not at all common for a typical tiger, nor are his stripes. black stripes much thicker than normal wash over his coat, the markings caused by abundism. both ears are notched and torn, and a particularly large scar drags from bo's chest all the way up to his left brow, slicing over his lip and eye. another dashes across the bridge of his nose, a third dragging alongside the other on his chest. over his lower back, another large scar trails from one side of his flank to the other. the last and least visible scar rests on his right shoulder; in the right light, or should you dare to get close enough, one could just barely make out a triangle against the black of his stripes. underneath clouds of white, bo's eyes are a deep brown, but they appear at best a light gray.

PERSONALITY
RELAXED + INTELLIGENT + REALISTIC
APATHETIC + RESERVED + UNCONCERNED
MANIPULATIVE + HAUGHTY + NARCISSISTIC
bo looks at the world and sees it exactly how it is. some would call him cynical, he calls it being realistic. he does not think everything is all sugar and spice--no, the world is hard and cold and will swallow you up the moment you let your guard down (he speaks from experience). he does not sugarcoat things, and doesn't make plans by hoping for the best, but instead preparing for the worst. bo is a very intelligent and charming man; he has a way with words, a talent that he could talk his way out of a fire fight if he wanted to. he is experienced in the ways of the world, and though his experience and ways of teaching others is rather harsh, it's valuable information. he is renowned among his followers. aside from a perpetually angry expression, bo is very relaxed--his demeanor is the equivalent of a business casual outfit. he knows how to keep his calm in stressful situations.

though being a rather reserved person, bo does not bother to hide his lack of empathy, whether it be in the eyes of his followers or the eyes of the public. he lacks concern or sympathy for the wicked and ugly people of the world, and though some may classify him under those words, he believes himself to be above such petty things. before, he had never imagined that killing would result in him being worshipped by the poor, misguided souls of ofrale. the fame led to an ego, and his ego grew into a god complex. he is highly narcissistic, thinking himself better than all those around him. he uses and manipulates them, shaping gullible creatures into puppets to do his dirty work for him. he feigns love, kindness, endearment--all to use them in his grand scheme.

he is a beast to be feared. he is a god to be worshipped.

he is a man to be avoided.

HISTORY WARNING FOR EXTREME VIOLENCE
to say the very least, bo's history is not known among most creatures. one day he simply appeared in the city of ofrale. he was not particularly well-known, his existence only acknowledged through word of mouth about the new guy that had something vaguely off about him. he was cold, antisocial, and rarely seemed to say anything to the locals aside from fuck off. he was quiet for some time, never seen much outside of the occasional stroll. the city, meanwhile, was in unrest. their government was corrupt, filled with animals that cared for nothing but money and their own welfare. the citizens, more specifically those in poverty, were taking the brunt of their actions. despite their protests and petitions, nothing was done. it was time for a change.

bo was the first to act. dozens of animals wearing delicately crafted masks stormed the home of the top official, dragged him into the streets for all to see, and in the midst of the chaos a great beast emerged and slaughtered the corrupt politician before the public. he was intent on taking power with fear, but to his surprise, a majority of the city supported him. many in the poor population took action after, and for close to a year, the city-state was in turmoil. officials were forced to change their ways under the threat of being lynched.

bo and his gang eventually managed to seize control and bring some order to ofrale. bo and his followers operated as a small syndicate for some time before growing into a very powerful mafia group. he never officially took up a position in the city-state's politics, but nearly every politician elected after the events was owned by him, as was the city's police force. bo has been at the top of the food chain for close to seven years, operating with few attempts to stop him or his band of criminals.

prior to entering the cube, bo was preparing for a significantly important business meeting.

FEARS
SHOWING VULNERABILITY - bo is not a very openly emotional man. he rarely shows anything but anger, and due to how far he's come, the things he's done for power, he fears showing any signs of vulnerability will cause him to lose control. he despises feeling weak and goes through extreme measures to ensure that he is never seen slipping up. the last time he showed weakness, he lost everything. that will not happen again.
FALLING IN LOVE - he has already fallen in love once. he does not want to lose anyone else to his actions.
DEATH - though described as a fear, it is not entirely the truth. bo does not fear death because it is an end of things--he fears the feeling of helplessness that comes with it. the lack of control. for eight years, he has wanted to die, but what keeps him going is the fear of being weak or vulnerable in his last moments.

misc info
  • ultron voiceclaim (sample)
  • he never expected to gain so much of a following from his actions, but such was the first step of developing a god complex
  • although he’s a considerably wanted criminal in several places, he takes no measures to hide his identity, and yet is incredibly hard to get a hold of
  • outside the cube, he wore a half mask--not to hide anything, but simply as an intimidation tactic
  • he has a collection of pelts of the animals he's killed
  • he genuinely believes he can do no wrong
  • doesn't actually hold a position of political power, but it's well known that his city is his city
  • bo is completely blind. he can see very vague black and white shapes
  • playlist + pinterest
  • will add more later
stats
  • str 11
  • dex 5
  • con 13
  • int 10
  • wis 5
  • cha 12
    33/33 HP AVAILABLE

    ABILITY: reason
roleplay sample
In all his years of cycling through life and death, there had always been one constant. The sweet embrace of the darkness of death was comforting; to feel the void envelop him, whisper to him, distract him from all the tedious things of the world--such was Bubonicplague’s peace. Though this time around, there was no sinking into the arms of his love. No sweet nothings. They’d been quiet as of late, as though they had gone dormant. It was almost painful to sit in the void and feel so empty. He had not felt like this in a long, long time.

When the light finally appeared, Bub could only describe his feelings as eager. Eager to get out, to feel something again. To think a demon of his status would be afraid of not feeling anything… he could almost laugh. For so long he had not experienced feelings such as love or happiness, or even contentedness with his life. For so long he had been an empty shell of a being whose only purpose in the world was to do his creator’s bidding. Lirim had given him purpose, and now without even a reminder of them being with him, he was once more an empty shell.

Massive paws struck out from the depths of a swampy pond, claws tearing into the wet dirt of a small island. The beast hauled the rest of his body out, dripping from the water. He heaved air into his blackened lungs, having not breathed the air of any world for what seemed like an eternity, and finally exhaled. Deep black smoke billowed out from the gaps in his teeth and swirled into the air. Though he could not see himself, it was obvious that he was nothing close to what he had looked like before. His head was heavier, bearing a pair of antlers with strings of moss and algae and velvet dangling from them. Moss clung to his coat, draping over his back, some hanging over his face and obscuring his empty white eyes from the world. He was horrible--a monster, a beast most wretched. The demon’s lips peeled back in a sneer as his sightless eyes stared into the swampy water, one paw lashing out at it. "Ugly bastard."

It took him some time to gather himself and to get a grasp of his surroundings. This world had changed, but it was the one he was most familiar with. He knew this. A tug in his chest urged him on, and though the feeling was one he had not felt in quite some time, he knew well enough not to ignore it. The beast lumbered on, following the direction of the strings being pulled, and eventually found himself standing over the edge of a canyon. One taste of the air and he knew where he was. He just couldn’t get away from this place, could he? It was a part of him. The place he always kept coming back to, no matter how much he hated it.

Bubonicplague’s nose wrinkled. "This place has gone to shit, hasn't it?" He muttered, and turned to make his way down into the gorge.

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