Name: Gethin
Pronunciation: GEH - thin
Meaning: Dark, swarthy
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Rank: Alpha
Generation: 1
Song: 'Monster' - Skillet
Colorist: Teigra
Inspiration: Vampire Auction - Halloween '08
Territory: West
Pack: Yo-Kuro
Parents: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Mate: Possibly...
Children: Not at the moment
Likes: Sand, the moon, night time, pleasant conversation
Dislikes: Blood, slurred speech, being labeled as a "monster", having to feed
Personality: The self-titled "Lord of Darkness", Gethin is a helix of many facets. For the most part, he is quiet, observant. He likes to know what is going on, how things work... A knowledge seeker, at best. Normally when in conversation, Gethin will take a moment to think of his answers; and his answers are usually spoke in a refined tone. He pronunciates his words, never one for abbreviations or slurs.
Though, underneath the fangs, the cape, the name and the evil appearance, Gethin is actually a sweet character, who cares for his pack deeply. He may seem a bit distanced when you first meet him, though not many trust a Helix who's canines stick out so prominently. There is little that truely ruffles the dark Helix's fur, and those few seem to ruffle his fur quite well, surprisingly.
There is... a dark mark upon Gethin's conscience, however. Due to his history, Gethin requires to go out and feed... upon the blood of the living. It becomes a necessity in his life, one that he can't ignore. The longest he's ever gone was a full week without feeding; but ravenously attacked whatever came into his path once the evil in won over. Now he sticks to a day or two inbetween feedings. The only way to tell is his eyes and attitude. He gets snappish and irritated easily as days go by without feeding. But his eyes glow a more bright gold as the days rack up without feeding.
History: Gethin was born as a normal, happy pup to a pair of normal, happy parents. Or, so he seems to remember. His background comes in snaps and flashes, as he can't remember it all the way through. Caches of his past haunt his dreams at night, of a life he could've had if he hadn't made some bad choices. The one dream that visits him frequently is one of the night he was attacked, of how his life had changed so dramatically he would never regain that status again...
All he truly remembers of it was the pain of his body hitting the ground; the stinging pain of the long fangs in his neck; the bitter taste of the blood as it was force-fed through his open muzzle, a taste he would soon begin to crave... Then waking with the sunrise, blood on his tongue and his red cape covering him like a blanket. He had adorned it quickly, and has set out from there. From there, it only continues to rise and fall.
Has met: Melpomene, Kega, Ashi, Kishan
Friends: Melponene, Kega, Kishan
Enemies: Ashi
Extra: Requires the physical need for blood, to quell the need in himself.
"It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster"
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster"
