Phantasm - Poseidon














12/24/2013 - Cataloging has ceased, temporarily or permanently has yet to be determined. Has categorized those he's stumbled upon though.
Seemingly hasn't changed, but rather fallen back snugly into his usual ways. Might have merely been a 'phase'. Still, potential to be a ticking time bomb.
- Encounters -
Name: Poseidon, Os
Gender: Male
Age: Late twenties
Size: #10
Appearance: Ref
Speaks in: #7c5e43
Voice:

Orient: Asexual, aromantic
Scent: Soil with traces of honey
Diet: Omnivorous
Species: Idfk
... Fickle - Anxious - Selectively Sympathetic - Self-centered - Guiltless - Curious - Charlatan ...
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* Wears a variety of masks and picks up other accessories from time to time. Certain things
are upheld with a great deal of importance, often with names/meaning.

ø Hog skull; Skrymcher
ø Long mask; Troende
ø Father's skull; Wicker
ø Wolf Hide; Pyre
        
× Facts & Summary
ø Can not relate to children.
ø Accepting, stable, and playful to elusive, distant, and boring.
ø Does whatever he wants to do, even if it doesn't make any sense.
ø Doesn't often like touch unless he initiates it, and yet can't seem to fight against attempts forever.
ø Zero sex drive. Absent desire for romantic relationships. Inability to establish platonic and long lasting bonds as a whole.
ø Mostly unsympathetic toward the mental and physical health of others, but certain individuals earn unspoken slivers of it. May do things which suggests that he cares, but it is more likely a coincidental and unintentional illusion.
ø Tends to extend far more respect to males rather than females. Upbringing has it drilled into his head that he is superior to females. His idea of this once started to improve, but has since plummeted and is beginning to worsen. Majorly skewed ideation in terms of gender.
ø Has completely lost touch with guilt. Does not process it. This does not mean that he can not distinguish between right and wrong, but that doesn't mean that he sets out to conform either. An apologetic side may surface purely to avoid further unwanted attention, but is without a doubt blank in this area.


ø Apparitions, their chilling presences and touch are far from viewed as friendly. Most are taken as malevolent spirits, most specifically Wicker; the imaginary shell of a ghost he created in place of his deceased father.
ø Inflicting self-harm is nothing new, in the other world indulged in such a dark desire. It likely revolves around influences and events from his father, and more likely than not done for ritualistic purposes picked up after a strange event during adolescence.
ø While a wide range of mythical beasts and extraterrestrials are believed in, werewolves are Poseidon's primary fixation. Doesn't just believe in them, believes he is one. Has gone as far as to obtain a wolf pelt, acquired via a trade with North, and play the role of a werewolf which is sometimes but not always predatory.
ø Under the impression that he is something of a foreboder. Believes that he can foretell something bad is going to happen. It is never personal to his own being, rather propelled at other individuals. Claims are false and merely a product of subconscious paranoia, which is otherwise not acknowledged. - Extension to 'charlatan'.


ø May desecrate an individuals favorite spot or home if he discovers it. This is done when no one is looking. Despite the weird things that may be found once he finishes, it is more of a blessing than a threat in his eyes.
ø Strong desire to stalk. Used to primarily fixate on females, this has since blossomed. No longer sets a preference when it comes to gender. Changed this once it became evident that the purpose in targeting females was not going to exhume that which he sought.


SoliloquyChryseis's picture

She's always been curious

She's always been curious about him (back then when he stalked Halla). And it always amused her when he ran off when she approached. x3 She went over to Os earlier and sniffed him when he was sleeping at the log behind North. Eye

Edit: Gasp! My page ;D
LilyBlue's picture

iDeer. Is my Rae. :3

iDeer. Is my Rae. :3
Xemi's picture

-weasels in here-

-weasels in here- ♥
Congratulations Os, you're on the top of the stalk menu.
riddledrhyme's picture

This is such an interesting

This is such an interesting guy ^^
Definitely tracking ~
Hraeth's picture

He'd choose the stamps,

He'd choose the stamps, that's a no-brainer.

Interesting. c:

Interesting. c:
Echosong's picture

"Hello?" (It's nice to meet

"Hello?"

(It's nice to meet him. A definite track. c:)

"I hear you,

"I hear you, hello."

(Awesome. ♥)
Echosong's picture

The buck cautiously

The buck cautiously approached, making sure to move slowly so as not to alarm the other. "Sorry if we startled you." He had noticed the other buck seemed to be quite skittish.

"Being startled is to be

"Being startled is to be frightened," brought himself to all four hooves then, an unsteady gaze in the buck's direction, "Avoidance is not being startled." Thought on that for a moment, then, "Or perhaps it is, though it is foolish to think either apply, or maybe they both do. Though I can say with certainty it was not rooted to fear." A shiver rolled over his form, "Maybe the question has a circular nature, if I were to evoke startling in you. It makes its rounds." Enough speculative rambling though, "Your name?"
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Rossamund did not quite grasp

Rossamund did not quite grasp what the buck was saying, the complex terminology sailing over his head, but he did get the gist of it. The buck hadn't been startled, as he wasn't scared- he was simply avoiding the others. "My name is Rossamund. What's yours?" He tilted his head in curiosity.

Mimicked the other with a

Mimicked the other with a tilt of his own head. "Rossamund," he echoed soon enough. "It is pleasant the way it rolls off of the tongue, Rossamund." Put quite a bit of emphasis on the buck's name. Ears flicked forward and flared out before drawing in a deep breath, gaze shooting off elsewhere, well to the side and beyond his smaller company. "A name, sometimes they don't have one, or forget" lids shut, looked back to the other and peeled them open again, a tired gaze, "But you need a name. Os will suffice." Posture grew tall and confident for a moment, reduced soon after, after he shook free some of the snowfall collected in and on his fur. Head low, but eyes forced up to capture Ross's face, "So out in the open, are you not freezing?"

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The horned buck grinned at

The horned buck grinned at his new name. "Os", he repeated "I like it." He shook his head in response to the other's question. "No. My fur is pretty thick, so I don't get cold very often. Unless I get wet." It was quite a handy feature to have- he didn't need a blanket or cape in the winter, unlike some other deer.

Brought his head back up, a

Brought his head back up, a nod given at hearing the other liking it. It was a good name, liked it too. The answer received got a hum in return, an exaggerated and dragged out one, after, "Well, Rossamund, if you ever get wet and you're cold, maybe I can help you there." Not really, and as it were this conversation was likely to elude his memory shortly after they finished up. Took a few steps back, briefly looked over his shoulder, "Until then, pleasant dreams." Ears folded back, posture grew into something almost submissive, a hardly audible gasp parting his lips, "Sweet dreams." Turned, and took his leave.