Post by Cerberus on Dec 31, 2008 0:37:22 GMT -1
Name: Cerberus
Species: Guardian of the gates of hell
Age/Gender: Has been around as long as hell as has been/Male last time he checked
Description:. Cerberus has dark brown hair that falls to just above his shoulders in a more rugged style of cut. He has brown eyes that are always twinkling with whatever devious thing he's currently thinking of. His nose is the perfect size for his face and flawlessly straight. Cerberus has facial hair surrounding his full mouth. He is tall even for a man and his body is naturally tan and well muscled. He dresses in whatever suits his mood at that particular moment whether that be t-shirt and jeans or leather, he refuses to wear suits..ever.
His dog form is massive, towering above any known animal on earth. He has three heads that are around the size of T-Rex skulls, each one with a mouth full of teeth sharper than even the diamond blades scientists use to slice atoms. He has a lion’s mane made of snakes (much like medusa’s hair) and a snake’s tail the length of a small building. His body is that of a massive dog with four feet and the hunched posture. His fur is the sleek, shiny fur of the dogs like a pitbull rather than the shaggy fur of a collie.
Personality: Cerberus is vain, he looks good and makes no attempt to hide the fact that he knows it. He is deviously playful and is more likely to send you on a wild goose chase just for the hell of it than tell you anything worthwhile. He loves watching people scramble and playing mind games with anyone stupid enough the listen. He talks in circles, lies and cheats every chance he gets and if he can’t get a chance the old fashioned way, then he’ll create one. Cerberus lives in the moment with no thought of past or future. The sound of screams is music to his ears. Mischief is his bread and butter and if he can cause a little suffering along the way then that’s just icing on the cake. He is fiercely loyal to absolutely no one, although will gleefully take orders from whoever is running hell at any given period of time, and is ferociously protective of hell and the damned souls who reside there. He is calculative and deceptively intelligent despite how he acts and looks, nothing goes on in hell without him knowing about it and he is almost as on top of things when it comes the other realms. Cerberus is a gambler and a risk taker, he’ll strike a bargain with most anyone if it’s in his best interest, the exception being angels, he views the winged beings are more of chew toys than intelligent life forms. He is by no means cold or distant. If you ask him a question then you’ll get the truthful answer whether you’re prepared for it or not.
History: While his exact history is not known, several theories exist as to what it might have been. Some mythologies suggest that he was the first damned soul ever to enter hell. The pain combined with the fact that no other voices answered his screams drove him far past the brink of insanity. It’s said that in his madness, his soul contorted and sprouted two additional heads to scream along with him and his body changing to that of a dog to accommodate the weight of the additional heads and keep him balanced. It’s suggested that he spent centuries that way, the three heads talking to each other and screaming in unison. When other souls began to enter hell, Cerberus became overwhelmed with the thought of having others to suffer with him. It’s said he crawled to the gate of hell to make sure his new companions could never leave him alone again.
Other human scholars have theorized that Cerberus was never human at all. They say that he was created along with hell, his only purpose being to guard its gates and keep the souls of the dead from returning to the world of the living. It’s said that he is neither a negative or positive force but a neutral party in the ongoing struggle between good and evil. These scholars say that he is more dog than man, with little intelligence, and like any dog is simply territorial. They say that Cerberus in fact thinks that he runs hell and won’t allow any of his subjects to abandon him and his realm.
The final of the more popular theories is that Cerberus was once a demon, a general in the armies of hell. This theory suggests that he was the most powerful of all demons, dwarfing the king in size, power and number of possessions but refused to try and take the throne, reasoning quite logically that the king never saw as much action as the rest of them. It’s said that he held a special love for the realm of hell, so much so that he wanted to become a part of it. They say he struck a bargain with Satan, promising service for all eternity in return for a position as the gatekeeper. It’s said that Satan then turned him into the ferocious multi-headed beast that nearly all mythologies recognize as the guardian of hell.
While all three theories have some sort of sound reasoning, no one but Cerberus himself really knows which it was or if it even was one of the three. Some say that it’s a combination of all the theories, that there is some truth in each one. Of course, even if his origins are unknown, there are records of his actions since then even if those records only exist in hell. To keep this from turning into a novel, I’ll keep this section rather short.
It was his influence that gave birth to the idea of the Trojan Horse. He had some say in the death of Julius Caesar. His competitive nature gave birth to the Olympics in ancient Greece. He’s the reason no one really knows who killed JFK, or how Marilyn Monroe died. He is also the reason why the crew of the famed ‘ghost ship’ was never found even though their breakfast was still warm when the ship itself was discovered. Cerberus is also the truth behind the mystery of the Bermuda triangle.
Powers/Training/Experience: He can take on the shape of either a man or the famous three headed dog from legend. He can see ghosts and spirits. Cerberus can teleport and walk in both hell and on earth. He always knows when souls are entering or attempting to leave hell no matter where he is. He is both considerably faster and stronger than a human. When in dog form, Cerberus can tear apart souls as well as flesh with the razor sharp teeth of his three massive heads. He has countless centuries worth of fighting experience, though you couldn’t really put a name on the style of fighting it is. He is ageless in that he will live forever unless killed. Cerberus is extremely difficult to kill, a stab wound or a stray bullet won’t do the job.
Weaknesses: He can only take on dog form in hell. It is possible to kill him, though no one has ever figured out a way to do it.
Family/Ties: None really, his only tie is to the realm of hell.
RP Sample:
“Excuse me? Sir? Could you tell me how to get to the nearest pharmacy? I’d be forever grateful.” The woman who approached him was short, thin and looked to be about in her mid-fifties. Cerberus grinned wickedly and turned around to face the woman. He loved when people asked him directions, it was one of the simple joys of his life.
“Of course, it would be my pleasure.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and turned her to face the opposite direction, using his finger to draw lines in the air in front of the woman’s eyes. “Now, what you’re going to want to do is take that main street for exactly ten miles. Then you’re going to turn right and follow that for half as many. Once you’ve gone twelve miles you’ll turn southwest and then immediately after, northeast.” He ignored the woman’s confused protests. “After that turn you’re going to go the same distance as the first two roads combined and then the pharmacy will be on your left.” Cerberus smiled and patted the woman on the shoulder. Of course he was full of bullshit, he had no idea where a pharmacy was within a hundred miles of here. “Got that?”
“Uh…so…main street for ten miles? Then right for five? Then southwest, then northeast? Then fifteen miles, pharmacy on the left?” She asked, obviously not confident at all even though she’d remembered a majority of his meaningless directions. Cerberus shook his head. “No, no, weren’t you listening at all? Yeesh.” He rolled his eyes. “Ok lady, it’s very simple. Take a left off the main road, then a right, then go exactly ten miles. Then you’re going to turn southeast, then northwest. Go twelve miles, take a left and then go fifteen miles. The pharmacy is on your right.” He sighed dramatically. “Now, any questions?”
“But you said before..” He interrupted her. “Look lady, I know what I said, it’s not my fault that you can’t seem to follow simple directions. Here I’ll draw you a map.” Cerberus pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of his back pocket and drew the woman a very detailed picture of a naked man. He folded the paper and handed it to her. “There, that should help clear a few things up for you.” He said and walked off chuckling merrily to himself.
Pictures: (Jason Behr)
www.beasts-and-beings.co.uk/images/downloads/wallpapers/cerberus_1024x768.jpg
Species: Guardian of the gates of hell
Age/Gender: Has been around as long as hell as has been/Male last time he checked
Description:. Cerberus has dark brown hair that falls to just above his shoulders in a more rugged style of cut. He has brown eyes that are always twinkling with whatever devious thing he's currently thinking of. His nose is the perfect size for his face and flawlessly straight. Cerberus has facial hair surrounding his full mouth. He is tall even for a man and his body is naturally tan and well muscled. He dresses in whatever suits his mood at that particular moment whether that be t-shirt and jeans or leather, he refuses to wear suits..ever.
His dog form is massive, towering above any known animal on earth. He has three heads that are around the size of T-Rex skulls, each one with a mouth full of teeth sharper than even the diamond blades scientists use to slice atoms. He has a lion’s mane made of snakes (much like medusa’s hair) and a snake’s tail the length of a small building. His body is that of a massive dog with four feet and the hunched posture. His fur is the sleek, shiny fur of the dogs like a pitbull rather than the shaggy fur of a collie.
Personality: Cerberus is vain, he looks good and makes no attempt to hide the fact that he knows it. He is deviously playful and is more likely to send you on a wild goose chase just for the hell of it than tell you anything worthwhile. He loves watching people scramble and playing mind games with anyone stupid enough the listen. He talks in circles, lies and cheats every chance he gets and if he can’t get a chance the old fashioned way, then he’ll create one. Cerberus lives in the moment with no thought of past or future. The sound of screams is music to his ears. Mischief is his bread and butter and if he can cause a little suffering along the way then that’s just icing on the cake. He is fiercely loyal to absolutely no one, although will gleefully take orders from whoever is running hell at any given period of time, and is ferociously protective of hell and the damned souls who reside there. He is calculative and deceptively intelligent despite how he acts and looks, nothing goes on in hell without him knowing about it and he is almost as on top of things when it comes the other realms. Cerberus is a gambler and a risk taker, he’ll strike a bargain with most anyone if it’s in his best interest, the exception being angels, he views the winged beings are more of chew toys than intelligent life forms. He is by no means cold or distant. If you ask him a question then you’ll get the truthful answer whether you’re prepared for it or not.
History: While his exact history is not known, several theories exist as to what it might have been. Some mythologies suggest that he was the first damned soul ever to enter hell. The pain combined with the fact that no other voices answered his screams drove him far past the brink of insanity. It’s said that in his madness, his soul contorted and sprouted two additional heads to scream along with him and his body changing to that of a dog to accommodate the weight of the additional heads and keep him balanced. It’s suggested that he spent centuries that way, the three heads talking to each other and screaming in unison. When other souls began to enter hell, Cerberus became overwhelmed with the thought of having others to suffer with him. It’s said he crawled to the gate of hell to make sure his new companions could never leave him alone again.
Other human scholars have theorized that Cerberus was never human at all. They say that he was created along with hell, his only purpose being to guard its gates and keep the souls of the dead from returning to the world of the living. It’s said that he is neither a negative or positive force but a neutral party in the ongoing struggle between good and evil. These scholars say that he is more dog than man, with little intelligence, and like any dog is simply territorial. They say that Cerberus in fact thinks that he runs hell and won’t allow any of his subjects to abandon him and his realm.
The final of the more popular theories is that Cerberus was once a demon, a general in the armies of hell. This theory suggests that he was the most powerful of all demons, dwarfing the king in size, power and number of possessions but refused to try and take the throne, reasoning quite logically that the king never saw as much action as the rest of them. It’s said that he held a special love for the realm of hell, so much so that he wanted to become a part of it. They say he struck a bargain with Satan, promising service for all eternity in return for a position as the gatekeeper. It’s said that Satan then turned him into the ferocious multi-headed beast that nearly all mythologies recognize as the guardian of hell.
While all three theories have some sort of sound reasoning, no one but Cerberus himself really knows which it was or if it even was one of the three. Some say that it’s a combination of all the theories, that there is some truth in each one. Of course, even if his origins are unknown, there are records of his actions since then even if those records only exist in hell. To keep this from turning into a novel, I’ll keep this section rather short.
It was his influence that gave birth to the idea of the Trojan Horse. He had some say in the death of Julius Caesar. His competitive nature gave birth to the Olympics in ancient Greece. He’s the reason no one really knows who killed JFK, or how Marilyn Monroe died. He is also the reason why the crew of the famed ‘ghost ship’ was never found even though their breakfast was still warm when the ship itself was discovered. Cerberus is also the truth behind the mystery of the Bermuda triangle.
Powers/Training/Experience: He can take on the shape of either a man or the famous three headed dog from legend. He can see ghosts and spirits. Cerberus can teleport and walk in both hell and on earth. He always knows when souls are entering or attempting to leave hell no matter where he is. He is both considerably faster and stronger than a human. When in dog form, Cerberus can tear apart souls as well as flesh with the razor sharp teeth of his three massive heads. He has countless centuries worth of fighting experience, though you couldn’t really put a name on the style of fighting it is. He is ageless in that he will live forever unless killed. Cerberus is extremely difficult to kill, a stab wound or a stray bullet won’t do the job.
Weaknesses: He can only take on dog form in hell. It is possible to kill him, though no one has ever figured out a way to do it.
Family/Ties: None really, his only tie is to the realm of hell.
RP Sample:
“Excuse me? Sir? Could you tell me how to get to the nearest pharmacy? I’d be forever grateful.” The woman who approached him was short, thin and looked to be about in her mid-fifties. Cerberus grinned wickedly and turned around to face the woman. He loved when people asked him directions, it was one of the simple joys of his life.
“Of course, it would be my pleasure.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and turned her to face the opposite direction, using his finger to draw lines in the air in front of the woman’s eyes. “Now, what you’re going to want to do is take that main street for exactly ten miles. Then you’re going to turn right and follow that for half as many. Once you’ve gone twelve miles you’ll turn southwest and then immediately after, northeast.” He ignored the woman’s confused protests. “After that turn you’re going to go the same distance as the first two roads combined and then the pharmacy will be on your left.” Cerberus smiled and patted the woman on the shoulder. Of course he was full of bullshit, he had no idea where a pharmacy was within a hundred miles of here. “Got that?”
“Uh…so…main street for ten miles? Then right for five? Then southwest, then northeast? Then fifteen miles, pharmacy on the left?” She asked, obviously not confident at all even though she’d remembered a majority of his meaningless directions. Cerberus shook his head. “No, no, weren’t you listening at all? Yeesh.” He rolled his eyes. “Ok lady, it’s very simple. Take a left off the main road, then a right, then go exactly ten miles. Then you’re going to turn southeast, then northwest. Go twelve miles, take a left and then go fifteen miles. The pharmacy is on your right.” He sighed dramatically. “Now, any questions?”
“But you said before..” He interrupted her. “Look lady, I know what I said, it’s not my fault that you can’t seem to follow simple directions. Here I’ll draw you a map.” Cerberus pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of his back pocket and drew the woman a very detailed picture of a naked man. He folded the paper and handed it to her. “There, that should help clear a few things up for you.” He said and walked off chuckling merrily to himself.
Pictures: (Jason Behr)
www.beasts-and-beings.co.uk/images/downloads/wallpapers/cerberus_1024x768.jpg