"All is fair.
This is war.
Say your prayers.
Lock your doors."

Name
Keres
[Greek female spirits (daimones) of violent or cruel death.]

Age
3 Years

Gender
Cisgender Female [She/Her]

Orientation
Demiromantic & Bisexual

Tribe
Sun

Rank
Warrior

Religion
Follower of Elio.

Breed
German Shepherd Mix

【♛】
“Would you get the Devil this dance?
Would you be a part of his plans?
Now you got some blood on your hands.
Well, this can only end one way.”
【♛】

Physical Description
A muscular, aristocratic female — lithe physique and harmonious stature — regality behind a molten gaze and silent drawls. Keres stands at an impressive 24 inches (at the shoulder) and a weight approaching nearly 60 pounds. Her physique is well-balanced, muscular and nimble in equal capacity, bearing a serpentine grace and poised prowess nigh comparable to great nobility. Her gait is outreaching and effortless, possessing a smooth, rhythmic quality befitting of her stature. Head perpetually raised, a proud arch to her neck, a lordly placement of paws. One may say this female is reminiscent of a well-trained, well-oiled queen — a statement she has yet to dispute.

Keres’ coat is of medium length, though thick, suited to both scorching heat and frigid temperatures in equal measure. Full of strong, rich colorations of onyx, ivory, and bone: slivering and dappling together into a medley of various shades. It lengthens ever-so-slightly around her neck and back of legs, neatly groomed and (seemingly) immaculate despite a strenuous lifestyle. Her skull is wellborn and chiseled, held aloft in proud decorum. Her charcoal eyes are deep-set and framed with thick fur. A well-muscled bodice and angular hindquarters betray Keres’ history as a warrioress of the Sun.

Keres bears an average amount of scarification. They slice across the curve of her back, winding around the arch of her shoulders like the wings of a vengeful god. The pelage around these areas has grown back thinner; jagged designs of blood and war to decorate her skin and gild her hide. She dons a thin snake-hide collar lined with sharp prey bones and teeth, winding around her throat like the very serpent it so embodies. Her right ear is pierced with an unidentifiable fang — presumably, a viper, as to fit her motif — wickedly sharp and most evidently built for rending flesh.

【♛】
“There's a serpent in these still waters, lying deep down.
To that King, I will bow, at least for now.”
【♛】

Demeanor
Iron and cutthroat. An intelligent mind with no taste for mercy, Keres oft likens herself to a serpent: a calculating, ruthless creature that uses silken force (in any means) to claw her way to victory. A strategist through and through, her intellect is built for politics and war in equal measure; a brilliant psyche amidst a deadly character to forge a baleful force to be reckoned with. With a cold, aloof demeanor and ruthlessly determined mentality, this lass is a double-edged sword: whoever dares wield her should expect to receive a little bit of pain for their own. Any who think to provoke her righteous fury will do so at risk of becoming another body crumpled beneath gleaming fangs — cunning and indomitable until the bitterest of ends.

- Aloof.
- Will play as an adjudicator if needed.
- Calculates all plans of action. Deliberate and measured.
- Logic > emotion.
- Can and will destroy you with cold hard facts and cold hard facts alone.
- Ruthless punishments. Couldn’t give a shit about your feelings.
- Lawful Neutral and Ready to Beat Some Ass.
- “So she takes the reins with silken force and makes them follow her through brute cunning and charisma, overawing her detractors through her impeccable style, speech, imperturbability, wisdom, indomitable will, disdain for frivolity and — where necessary — utter ruthlessness.”

【♛】
“Do you wanna put up a fight?
Or do you wanna get out alive?
Everybody is picking a side.”
【♛】

History
WIP. She would rise beyond this land of murderers and thieves and horrible, horrible things. Someday.

【♛】
“No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne.”
【♛】

Relationships
Sigurd | [Father] | Deceased
“I am pleased that you lie beneath the sand. I hope you are rotting in Hell with the false god you so revered.”

Aspious | [Mother] | Deceased
“It never should have been this way. I am sorry.”

Theme Song
Play Dirty - Kevin McAllister ft. Sebell
A Little Wicked - Valerie Broussard

Other
She drawls in a smoky, rich timbre.

【♛】
“Pick a hell and rot there.”