Skotálios Phemoros
Skotálios Phemoros
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Skotálios possesses a lean, sinewy build—muscles forged through years of stalking the wilds rather than battlefields. Though not bulky, his form exudes restrained power, his every movement deliberate and measured. He stands slightly hunched, as if accustomed to keeping low in shadows, yet his stature remains imposing when fully upright.
Body Features
His hybrid form is covered in coarse, black fur with occasional streaks of dark gray. His limbs are elongated and digitigrade, with clawed fingers and toes that allow for moving undetected. His back and shoulders bear the faint scars of long-forgotten hunts and curses, worn like forgotten history beneath the fur.
Facial Features
His head resembles that of a feral wolf with intelligent, almost human expressions. His amber eyes pulsate with a glowing purple aura—a mark of his cursed lineage. His muzzle is long and sharp, filled with jagged fangs, and his ears are pointed and constantly twitching in alertness.
Identifying Characteristics
- His eyes reflect even the faintest light to help him navigate the darkness.
- When his pauldrons are off, his shoulders are covered in numerous scars from various beasts.
- When he moves, his shadow often moves out of sync in a supernatural way.
Physical quirks
- Tends to avoid areas of bright light and open spaces, opting for dark corners and and moving at night.
- Even when wearing armor, he tends to prioritize moving with unnerving silence.
- Tilts his head slightly when listening—an old hunter’s habit, amplifying echoes and scent.
- His fur occasionally bristles when he feels nervous or embarrassed.
Apparel & Accessories
- A scale-mail breastplate resembling the hide of a great serpent, with links designed like overlapping fangs.
- A tattered black cloak that blends seamlessly into the night, rumored to be a living embodiment of shadows.
- Wears no shoes—his feet are clawed, animalistic, and designed for grip and stealth.
- Carries a charm of a massive broken fang, tied to a leather string around his wrist—possibly from the first creature he killed after his transformation.
Specialized Equipment
Skotálios Phemoros carries a Sensory Stone—an ancient, rune-carved charm tied to a lost childhood memory. Though the memory itself has long faded, the stone is locked to a singular sensation: the feeling of running wild and free alongside his siblings, before the curse twisted his form and fate. Through willing contact, others can momentarily experience that forgotten joy—a fleeting glimpse of youthful freedom and laughter. It is his only cherished relic, a rare anchor to the warmth he barely remembers.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Skotálios Phemoros is a descendant of King Lycaon, burdened by the ancient curse placed upon his bloodline. His transformation into a wolf-like creature marked his exile from the civilized world. He roamed the Arcadian wilds for years, driven by the pain of rejection and a hatred for Zeus. Though once hunted, he survived by mastering the art of silence and shadow. Eventually, he crossed paths with mercenaries who hunt monsters and demigod-spawn, and instead of being slain, he earned an uneasy truce—perhaps even a place among them.
Gender Identity
- Identifies as male, but with a fluid view of identity shaped by his transformation. He views gender less as a role and more as a mask mortals wear to navigate the gods’ gaze.
Sexuality
- Skotálios experiences attraction as a deep, soul-level yearning for connection rather than physical craving.
He is demisexual, needing profound trust and emotional resonance before romantic feelings emerge.
Education
Skotálios is self-taught, shaped by nature and survival. He learned to read tracks, patterns in weather, and shifts in magic long before he could recite poetry. However, he also retains ancient knowledge passed through his bloodline—rituals, curses, and invocations whispered under crescent moons. His understanding of divine history, especially regarding Olympus and Tartarus, is intuitive and deeply rooted in personal pain.
Employment
Though not formally employed, Skotálios acts as a guide, scout, or silent protector for those willing to overlook his monstrous form. Among certain mercenary companies and shadow cults, he is known as a harbinger of quiet death or a patron saint of the outcast. Occasionally, he accepts tasks that involve hunting divine monsters or tracking cursed relics—never for coin, but for silence, sanctuary, or insight.
Accomplishments & Achievements
- Survived decades in exile from civilization while hunted as a beast.
- Overcame the pull of savagery, retaining his intelligence and empathy.
Failures & Embarrassments
- Was unable to save a group of lost travelers, his appearance driving them into a fatal panic before he could help. He was blamed for their deaths by locals.
- Once sought entry into a temple of Hekate to find peace but was turned away without a word—a rejection that shattered the last remnants of his faith in the gods.
Mental Trauma
- Carries the weight of ancestral guilt, believing the curse of Lycaon is not just a transformation, but a sentence.
- Loneliness has become his constant companion, and he fears the comfort of companionship will always be fleeting.
Intellectual Characteristics
- Values silence and listening over speaking, but when he offers advice, it is often poetic, metaphorical, and unnervingly accurate.
- Despite his cursed form, Skotálios is deeply introspective, and sometimes more emotionally intelligent than those who claim divinity.
Morality & Philosophy
- Rejects blind obedience to the gods; believes power without empathy is corruption.
- Sympathizes with monsters and mortals alike, seeing both as victims of divine whims.
- Regards pain as a teacher, but not one to be glorified.
Taboos
- Refuses to enter temples of Zeus or consume offerings left for him.
- Will not harm children, even those born of divine blood.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
To the outside world, Skotálios Phemoros seems driven by little more than spite and survival—a grim force haunting the wild edges of the world, striking down threats in the night with no flag, no banner, and no explanation. Most assume he acts out of vengeance or bloodlust, a cursed creature exacting pain on a world that shunned him. And he doesn’t bother correcting them.
But beneath the growl and the shadow, his true desire is far more vulnerable: to be seen as more than the beast they branded him as. He longs for purpose beyond his curse—for a world that judges by actions, not appearance. Yet his kindness is quiet, buried beneath centuries of silence and scorn.
He won’t beg to be understood. He has teeth instead of prayers.
“They made me a monster. I made it mean something.”
Savvies & Ineptitudes
Savvies:
- Master of playing into others’ fears, weaponizing their prejudice.
- Adept at using his appearance to end conflicts before they begin.
Ineptitudes:
- Terrible at accepting gratitude—he expects suspicion, not kindness.
- Struggles to offer reassurance; his presence alone unsettles most people.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes:
- Stories of weary travelers especially about the tragic fate of gods.
- The scents of fresh fallen rain, rockslides, and mountain sage.
- Animals of the wild who survive on their own such as the solitary crow, the lone wolf and any other strays.
Dislikes:
- Priests, especially of Zeus.
- Silvered items especially divine relics.
- Righteous hypocrisy.
- Campfires.
- Unnecessary noise.
Virtues & Personality perks
- Compassionate to outsiders and those shunned by society.
- Loyal to a fault—once he offers protection, he follows through.
- Willing to sacrifice personal peace for the safety of others.
Vices & Personality flaws
- Holds grudges, especially toward the devout.
- Suffers from self-loathing, believing his curse to be the world's justice.
- Tends to disappear without warning when emotionally overwhelmed.
- Has a thirst for blood in battle that he constantly restrains.
Personality Quirks
- Tilts his head when observing others—wolf-like behavior.
- Often runs a claw gently along the edge of his scythe while thinking.
- Refuses to sleep in beds—prefers dirt, stone, or in the branches of trees.
Hygiene
Despite his appearance, Skotálios maintains a deliberate, almost ritualistic cleanliness. He uses scented herbs and river stones to wash himself when alone. His fur is rough but well-kept, and his armor is oiled and maintained with care.
He hates the stench of rot or decay and will visibly recoil from filth, associating it with moral corruption rather than nature.
Social
Contacts & Relations
Morphea and Ásvesti, together with him form his hunting triad. Those he would claim to trust aside from nature itself.
Family Ties
- Bloodline of Lycaon – A cursed lineage. He neither honors nor reviles it—he simply endures it.
- Any direct relatives he is aware of are long lost, either to madness, divine wrath, or the wild.
Religious Views
- Openly bitter toward Olympus, particularly Zeus.
- Shows quiet reverence for chthonic deities and forgotten spirits of nature, death, and shadow. He does not worship, but he leaves offerings to things older than prayer.
- Believes divinity is power—not goodness.
“I’ve met monsters wearing crowns and gods begging to be feared. Show me a spirit who listens, and I’ll kneel.”
Social Aptitude
- Highly intimidating, even when calm.
- Speaks rarely, but when he does, others listen—often out of fear, sometimes awe.
- Avoids social gatherings entirely. Will linger nearby unseen, guarding those he values without their knowledge.
- Disdainful of formal etiquette; considers it a mask for cruelty.
Mannerisms
- Always surveys a room for exits and threats before speaking.
- Keeps his back to a wall or open field.
- Makes no idle gestures—every motion is deliberate.
- When tired, will hunch like a prowling animal and cradle his scythe like a companion.
Hobbies & Pets
Enjoys collecting fallen leaves, bones, and abandoned relics—not as trophies, but as forgotten stories. As he travels he leaves carved runes in trees or stone walls—memory markers only he understands but his allies have come to recognize.
Wealth & Financial state
Carries only what he needs, caring nor for most material items. He views wealth as something the gods can use against you.
- The Black Wolf of Arcadia
- Son of Lycaon
- Another that is only heard in whispers and he does not speak of openly.
General:
- “The curse isn’t these claws or fangs. It is being born into silence, and learning to call it home.”
- “You see a beast. That’s your fear, not my truth.”
- “The gods forgot what it means to bleed. I haven’t.”
- “Every step I take is one the gods forgot to erase.”
- “I’ve known wolves gentler than priests.”
- “Night is the only thing that never judged me.”
To Enemies:
- “You may run—but I do not lose what I hunt.”
- “You see a beast. I see another liar with a crown.”
To Allies:
- “I will walk behind you. If you fall, I catch. If you run, I don’t.”
- “You’re still breathing. That’s more kindness than most get from me.”
- “I bleed red like you. You just refuse to see it.”
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