[EBC] Phobos, The Feared

Name: Phobos
--Meaning: Phobos is the personification of fear in Greek mythology. The name itself means "Fear" and "Panic"
----Nickname/s: Phob, Bo (don't-)

Gender: Male
Species: Barbary Lion (100%)

Age:
--Current Age: 5y 0m (Dec. 2019)
--Starting Age: 5y 0m
--Date of Birth: 19th December, 46 BC
----(Created in November 2019)

Affiliation: Stone Empire
Rank: Gladiator

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Appearance

Physical Description:
Phobos is a large brute lion, due to his Barbary genes having grown taller than normal lions. Unlike his siblings Phobos' color gradients go from light to dark. He too shows the dark and light ticking of small spots across his whole body and the stripes/cub spots along his legs. His thick and long mane goas all the way down to his stomach and to his knees, reaching to the middle of his back and going fown his ellbows, but his tail fluff is of a dark brown color. His eyes have an yellow-orangeish coloration.
Traits:
--Dominant traits (50%)
---- snow ticking, brown siamese markings, striped socks, white mane, cream base fur
--Resessive traits (25%)
----orange eyes, pink nose, striped socks, dark tail fluff, 
--Career traits (5%)
----albinism, long cheek fur, brown eyes, strawberry mutation, piebald, 

Training, Mentors, Apprentices

Past Training Experience: 
Phobos was raised to fight and has been fighting since being seperated from his mother at the age of a few months. He has been illegally pitted in cub fights, which in the beginning were nothing serious, until he and the other cubs grew larger, stronger and more aggressive. After the illegal pitting for years, Phobos was also pitted in the coliseum multiple times. 

Past Mentor: None
Apprentice: None
--Past Apprentice/s: None

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But everyone has their weaknesses, do they not? Everyone craves something they could never have. And deep inside, Phobos wishes to be trusted - but gives every reason for mistrusting him. He wishes to have friends - but hurts everyone. He wishes for love - but only uses everyone. He wishes for family - but his only family he is trying to murder with cold blood. 

Just because he keeps his emotions to himself or decides to completely ignore them, they're still there. And oh, does it make him impulse. Phobos can loose himself fast, and the smallest insult or threath can get the best of the lion. 
And lord have mercy on them. 
Lord oh lord - whom did Stone let into their rounds.

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Biography and Role Play History

Background Information

[Reader's discretion advised for murderer of cubs a human, and other kind of violence]
Phobos, Adonis at birth, was born alongside his three siblings as a result of a business breeding. His mother, who lived up to the meaning of her name, Aphrodite, a beautiful blood red lioness with eyes more beatiful than the sunset and his father, Ares, whose pelt carried a blueish chinchilla color with patches of white. Out of the four, Phobos was the smallest and most fragile at birth, his color gradiation odd compared to his siblings'. There wasn't much time for the cubs to spend together and be kids, and with him being the smallest, Phobos had always pulled the shorter end of everything. It was always his ear being bitten, and his tail being pulled and at the end of every playfight, it was him who was pinned to the ground or sat on by his siblings. 
Despite having rapidly grown in size and weight, Adonis was still smaller compared to his siblings, and therefore dubed not worth and sold as early as possible, being the first on the be seperated from his mother, maybe even a bit too early for a cub. His new owner, a wealthy merchant, bought him for enterntainment and fighting purposes, immediately started to train Adonis, giving him a new name, Phobos. The man's main goal was to make a feared killer out of his new lion and he had his own ways to reach this goal.

Phobos was treated harshly and terribly from the first day on, being beaten and starved to pull the agression out of the small cub, which wasn't a hard task, as agressive nature was already born into the young male, only strenghtened by the way his siblings have treated him. But the merchant wasn't satisified with agression only. He wanted his lion to grow big, be feared for his strenght and ruthlessness. Therefore at the earliest age possible, his owner had thrown Phobos into illegal cub fight. They were harmless at the beginning. Just a bit of wrestling and nibbing of teeth. Their owners hitting them to drive the cubs to fight hurt more than the fight itself. That until the cubs got bigger. And even Phobos had grown larger, the harsh training and seemingly harmless pitting against other cubs caused the young male to build up muscle at an early age. So by the time the cubs have reached the age where blood was drawn during these illegal fight, Phobos was slightly larger than his opponents. 
When someone sees a lion cub, words like adorable and fluff come to mind. But what is it that people think about when they see lion cubs, cowered in scars at a young age, fighting as viciously as their adult relatives did, knowing that winning meant food and loosing meant hunger and beating for long long days. 
It's a cruel world that we all are born into. 
At the age of one and a half years, Phobos' owner had become completely satisfied with his lion, marking his warrior with a hot brand on his thigh and cutting Phobos' already ragged ears off to prevent them from being completely ripped off during a fight. The older he got, the harsher his owner would treat him. He wasn't a stupid man. The merchant knew well enough that the only way to keep a large and feral lion like Phobos under control was through pain, other way, sooner or later, his champion would turn on him and kill him. And Phobos had tried multiple times. Sometimes it was all the ropes around his muzzle that saved his owner's arm or even his life. After Phobos one day got him, clawing open his arm so bad his owner would have bled to death if it wasn't for a friend of his, the whipping started. And the burning pain forced the young male into submission. 
Reaching the age of two years, Phobos had his first fight in the colisseum, which he had won. From then on, it was fighting every other day. Whether in the colissuem, or illegal fights somewhere in the cellar of a rich man's house, where they'd drink and bet on the cats that were tearing eachother appart. The colisseum fights were a great way for Phobos to learn at least a little about the world. To realize that not every human was like his owner. It only built up anger inside the lions chest when he saw felines being pet gently by their humans on the street. He learned about the Hunters and the Empires. 
Time was passing and Phobos was fully grown at the age of three. He was no longer the fragile small cub, but a brute lion, heavier and larger than most of his opponents with a thick white mane protecting him from deadly bites. His owner had become so greedy after having earned so much money with Phobos' victories and his other cats', that every time he lost, the wounds weren't enough of a punishment, but his owner made sure that Phobos knew he wasn't satisifed with a loser. It was around that time when Phobos learned about his brother, Eros, who now went by the name Deimos. That he was a hunter. A free soul. Hatred. Pure rage and hatred was what he felt.

One day, Phobos had enough. The lion spent the whole night, pulling on his chains, trying to make them snap. And after long hours, they did, just before sunrise. But still, he was closed into a cellar. There was no way out for him. He wasn't the only one in the room though. The newest addition to his owner's collection of egsotic fighters was a pair of tigers. Both white, with barely any stripes. Siblings. At that night, they were just around the same age he was when he got here. And really. One could call it mercy as he snapped their skulls in their sleep, that he wanted to prevent them from having to go through the same. But it was pure rage. Pure anger when he bit down. Phobos left the two cubs in their blood and went back to his place, settling down on the ground so his body would hide the snapped chains. And waited. And when his owner entered the room the brute lion immediately lashed at him. And then he ran. Leaving his owner just like he left the tiger cubs on the ground. 
Now it was his chance to get out. Find that place that he had heard about. Where they hated humans as much as he did, where they despised the privileged felines, Hunters, like his spoiled brother Deimos, just as much as he did. 
Hunters were quickly after him as he bolted through the city, but he didn't stop. Not until he was out, not until the city was out of sight behind his back. And then he searched for days until encountering the first feline, who then lead him to Stone.
Now he could rest. Now he could revenge.

Empire History

-- 41BC
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Extra facts

Scent: 
-- Tree bark

Belief 
-- none

Voice actor:
 -- Chris Pine, slightly deeper
Theme songs
 --TBA

Fears:

-- Any kind of chain rattling or loud bang (whipping) triggers Phobos
-- Falling under his brother's paws; failing at ending Deimos

Facts:

-- Phobos likes to keep his mane clean and well-groomed
-- He tends to just stare at cats who caught his interest to see whether they approach him or not
-- He does not know personal space of others, but you better not enter his before catching his interest

Loyalties:

Himself: 90%
Family: 0%
Friends: ?
Stone: 20%

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Mother: 
-- Aphrodite | Alive
Father:
-- Ares | Alive
Siblings: 
-- Deimos | Bounty Hunter | Alive
-- Xena | ? | ?

Mate: 
-- None
Cubs: 
--None

Relationships

Sexuality: Straight - Heterosexual
Relationship status: Single
Open for a mate: No


Turn ons: challenging attitude, dark fur, "pretty but deadly"
Looking for: flirt and flings
Sexual History:

Current Attraction: 
--Past Attractions:

Tracker

Last update: 03.01.2020

 || Disapprove 
  || Dislike
   || Loathe
 || Suspicious
  || Fear 
   || Terrified Of
 || Pity
  || Relates to/Understands
   || Feels Uncomfortable Around 
 || Neutral
   || Acquaintance
   || Rival
 || Like 
  || Friendly Moments
   || Familiar
 || Friend
  || Close Friend
   || Best Friend
 || Respect 
  || Feels Responsible For
   || Dependent On
 || Trust
  || Crush
  || Romantic Feelings
 || Attraction 
  || Lust
   || Obsession

Roleplay example

From WolvesofLunarForest 
Tatsuya let out a slight chuckle, raising a brow. "Oh no, you should know how hard it is to not tear you into pieces right now." He stated, his last words turning into a snarl as he glared back at her.
The male furrowed his eyes, exhaling a deep breath before spinning back around and stepping back to Roan, aiming to shoulder-bump her back a step or two. "Listen to me now!" Tatsuya snarled, glaring into her orange eyes. "I know you well enough to know how stupid you can be when you're desperate. So it's now or never to stop lying or playing games. Surely you don't want me after you the rest of your life. We all know how my chase after your ex ended."

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--Wanted status: Wanted, alive or dead

----Bounty: 375 + 250 + 25 + 50 = 700 Denarii