LAEVINUS | nemilest

The seemingly physical embodiment of brutal strength and ferocity, this is a male of whom uses his intimidating, hefty frame to the best of his ability. He's finely muscled and thickly built, with a broad, sturdy frame of which is capable of wreaking havoc - and, yet, such a physique can invoke a seemingly regal image, as well. His chiseled, alabaster body is littered with varying scars of all sorts, both exceptionally large and subtly minuscule, making the male appear exceedingly rugged, his brutal and immoral history the only possible excuse for such a tattered and weathered appearance.

Now, Laevinus’ body is rather athletically built, crafted evidently for a divine balance of agility and strength, and, though the male is capable of gathering great speed, he is hardly built for lengthy runs or weaving rapidly around tightly-knit obstacles of any sort. Instead, his body has been manufactured more for brutal force. He stands at a staggering 29' and weighs in at approximately 111lbs.

This male adorns a very shapely, large visage, with wide-set, cerulean eyes and a very profound and squared jaw. His appearance is brutish, rugged, brooding - and yet, somehow, dauntingly handsome in a very masculine, rough, and aggressive manner.

egotistical. One of the most blatantly prominent traits within this weathered individual is his nearly inevitable sense of self-worth which displays itself as a rather obnoxious, rudely evident arrogance. Though this trait may be charming to a certain degree, Laevinus has come to believe that he is, quite literally, one of the most magnificent creatures upon the planet - not only does he embody everything a female would look for in regards to a fierce mate, but he holds worldly knowledge of which grants him the advantage. Without a humble bone in his thickly muscled body, this is an individual of whom is surely not afraid to flaunt what accessories to capturing other's attention he has been adorned with - whether this is his looks or personality is hardly his concern - and use it to the utmost of advantages.

lustful. Laevinus has come to the point within his life where he sees love as nothing but a far-fetched bout of fiction, and thus has taken to using females solely for the pleasure of which they may bring. This brute is a feverish sex fiend, his love of female company nearly reaching what most would refer to as an exceedingly powerful addiction; Laevinus lacks the self-control of which most males are equipped with as far as the opposing sex are concerned, and is quick to over-step boundaries no matter what the consequences. He loves a challenge with every fibre of his being, though he must constantly be reassured that his goal of satisfaction will be achieved. He is a male of whom prides himself upon his skill and experience, as far as the wooing and perusing of females is concerned, and it shows with the way he conducts himself.

suave. An undeniably polished, sociable, and charismatic individual, Laevinus has long perfected the tedious art of charm and elegance, manifesting both in the way he conducts himself, as well as his wonderfully crafted language. Laevinus was born in a place where manners, sophistication, and dignity were a very big factor in how one was perceived - and, though much time has passed, he has hardly strayed from such traditions.

manipulative. An excruciatingly vengeful, deceptive being, Laevinus is hardly one to keep other's best interests within the forefront of his mind. Should he deem another as deserving, he will wreak all sorts of havoc upon them without so much as a hint of hesitation. He's very cold, in this fashion, and has little to no mercy for anyone of which has irked him, no matter how overly-severe or ill-fitting his chosen punishment may be. As well, manipulation is a part of his daily routine - threaded delicately into the quilt of his very character, Laevinus manipulates the ones around him without even realizing it. Be it lying, scheming, or deceiving someone, it's all a part of his gloriously rude character.

greedy. Another very clear trait of which Laevinus has unfortunately inherited is his savage lust for anything he can get his hands onto. Be it power or a female he wishes to bed, a hunger for anything held beyond his grasp has devoured all sense of righteousness and hesitance, as far as his accomplishments are concerned. He will take what he wishes, when he wishes, in whatever manner he deems appropriate - as long as he gets whatever he's after, that is all that matters.

dignified. Perhaps another one of the most evident aspects of his personality, Laevinus is an undeniably regal, stately, and unhurried canine. He is composed, collected, and inevitably precise in his actions - like that of a ruler, he holds a certain sense of respectable authority and a very insolent magnificence. He harbors no hint of childishness or immaturity, and, from a glance, may even appear exceedingly honorable; distinguished, aristocratic - though only to a fraction of which is shattered once you begin to grow closer to him. He is particularly refined, yet eerily grave. Never would he allow his emotions cloud his reasoning - lust aside, that is.

curt. As far as Laevinus' immediate disposition is concerned, he is often initially perceived as a very abrupt, terse, and out-rightly concise being - never is he willing to partake in unneeded or senseless jabber, and though he does not appear rushed, per say, he hardly seems the type to live his life in any casual, leisurely manner. Laevinus will converse with others, especially if female, but he holds little to no restraint in dismissing one, should he deem their conversation or character unimportant to him. It is not out of arrogance that he does this, though he certainly carries the emotion, but simply a very pungent distaste towards pointlessness and time-wasting. He is everlastingly abrupt in this fashion, both concerning his mannerisms, speech, and general demeanor.

dominant. Yet another excruciatingly obvious trait of Laevinus' is his assertive, domineering, alpha-male type personality - he only feels comfortable when all possible threats presenting themselves are annihilated, thus allowing him to flourish in the path of their perishing. He's commanding and condescending but, as nature would have it, holds very strong animalistic instincts; what belongs to him is his, and, should another attempting compromise that, he will react with the utmost severity. Should an unfamiliar be standing straight, eyes narrowed, body flexed, Laevinus will immediately turn assertive, feeding off of such offensive behavior and only able to relax into himself when said individual turns submissive. Laevinus is very keen on details, such as body language, as it is this of which allows him to be impulsive in the most correct manner possible.

sexist. A rather discreet part of his personality to say the least, Laevinus is extremely critical of the opposing gender, as far as performance and ability is concerned. He believes that males are born to flourish and excel above and beyond what females are capable of - however, this certainly doesn't mean he will underestimate one of the opposing sex.

remorseless. Seen repetitively within the gruesome events of his past, Laevinus is a mongrel of whom has lost nearly all ability to feel remorse or compassion for other living beings. His intimate interests are, if lucky, sole exceptions - anyone on the outside are hardly treated as mercifully. Some may call him sadistic in this nature, in the fact that he relishes in seeing others in both physical and emotional anguish, though he doesn't get excited about such thoughts; simply put, the male enjoys revenge being dealt where he sees fit - no matter how unfair his punishment may be.

Laevinus, just as most children, was born a physical embodiment of both purity and inevitable innocence, neither his character nor mind having been soiled by the contamination and corruption of what was modern society. Birthed within the mountainous hills of Argentina, he was intended to serve the purpose of which his breed was crafted for; hunting big-game, and providing exceptional protection. He was born to a small family of hunters, and was trained accordingly—the Dogos of which the family owned, seven in total with Laevinus’ parents included, were disciplined to hunt boar, most primarily, however they were not limited to the species alone. As the litter of puppies matured, muscle and sharpness of mind having successfully developed to an adequate degree, they would take on more forbidding catches, such as pumas or varying species of primates. Laevinus’ masters were believers in allowing their dogs extensive freedom and therefore the animals knew not of boundaries, instead rapidly grasping at the values of keeping a secured territory. Pertaining a rather feral and animalistic view on the concept of home because of this, Laevinus, along with his siblings, quickly took to the chore of guarding the barriers of their unfenced property that sat, quite literally, in the middle of nowhere. It was a quaint life, but a good one of which taught Laevinus skills that he would be in dire need of later in life, such as how to hunt, slaughter, and keep a good family system running.

Even still, it would hardly last long.

On Laevinus’ first birthday, having been labelled as a proficient hunter and thus considered exceptionally valuable for such skills, he was set as for sale. His owners only wished to keep a female Dogo from the litter for breeding purposes, and thus put the rest up for purchase, should the right owner come along. It was a mere three-weeks into the adoption process when someone finally decided to sign off on the juvenile pup, offering a moderately suspicious display of bills in a take-it-or-leave-it offer, after having bargained his way down to a cheap $2000. An intrigue-invoking display, perhaps, though the stranger seemed like a generally pleasant individual, albeit a wee rugged and weathered. He assured the woman with the utmost sincerity that he would take splendid care of Laevinus, however—he had an extensive plot of land, and, due to the coyotes within the area, was in dire need of hardy, trustworthy protection for his livestock.

What a load of perfectly executed bullshit such a statement was.

Even still, Laevinu’s owners remained entirely oblivious to his falsities and thus allowed the stranger to take Laevinus, his hand softly caressing his head as the two made their way towards the vehicle, as though he cared; as though he was a considerate, affectionate, and gentle individual.

And, it was as the man was loading Laevinus into the car that he became a wee too excited, and his weak bladder only made the situation worse.

That was the first time his master hit him.

Unfortunately for the brute, that single, swift hit was hardly the last. It was but an indicator as to how the rest of his life would unfold, despite how chilling, how unfathomably and undeniably gruesome.

The world is a cruel place, even to those of such innocence.

Laevinus had wronged no one nor had he done anything remotely deserving of such immoral and blatantly disgusting treatment—he was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, and had captured the attention of a frighteningly wrong individual. He was a strong male, certainly, but his aggression towards humans had not yet blossomed—

that, however, was quick to change.

With the gruesome memory of his body bloodied and stinging, the young canine quickly came to learn that rebellion in any way, shape, or form around his master was far from a good idea. Instead, the animal began to lose his seemingly distant sense of self, rapidly shifting into a feral, animalistic, and angsty being; one of whom relied on primal instincts to keep himself safe, and one who could take the physical pain of constant beatings solely because of how mentally strong he had forced himself to become.

Over the course of the months and years to come Laevinus was kept within an extremely small enclosure, except when removed to endure his harsh daily exercises, where he was tested to ensure an endless amount of bubbling, unfathomable rage. He stayed entirely untouched by human hands of any sort, and was only trained to accept a choke-chain, leash, and muzzle, due to how savage he would become when neared for any other purposes.

Laevinus had rapidly become aware of the fact that violence was the only answer to get his master's attention, and adding the strenuous activity of which he was dealing with was simply a recipe for disaster—but, that was the intention.

He was to become the perfect machine.

It was when Laevinus reached the age of two, by then nearly impossible to touch and deranged to a point hardly relatable, that he was introduced to the horrifying sport of dog-fighting.

He would be thrown into a grungy, usually-circular pit or cage with another male as well as a female of who was tethered and usually in season, and was expected to fight valiantly for the pleasure of the spectators that came oh-so willingly, bills in hand.

To say that Laevinus excelled at the "sport" would certainly be an understatement.

He raced up the leader-board like none had seen before, slaughtering each and every one of his opponents, no matter what their skill, size, or age. Seeing as he had long inherited the skill of slaughter due to his past life, he began to relish in each and every victory, in the taking of the whore that awaited his assault, and it soon began to encompass his entire life—when Laevinus fought, he was free. He could do what he pleased, in whatever manner he felt appropriate. Laevinus matured to flourish within the pen, but even after years upon years of expelling his anger in such a viscous and horrifying way, his relationship with his master was hardly mending.

When Laevinnus had just turned six, having been fighting for nearly five years, he finally snapped. After his opponent was dead, the female left tainted and broken, his anger refused to boil away, as it usually did after such a win. It encompassed his mind, his body, and even when several men made their way towards the enclosure to attempt to restrain him, he lost all sense of composure, thus creating one of the most significant, mind-blowing canine incidents in dog-fighting history. Laevinus raced blindly towards the pit's wall, and, using the cage of which they had lowered down, leapt out of the enclosure and into the stands.

He didn't stop until two men were dead, four injured, and he was on the other side of the property fence, racing out off into the vastness of the wilderness surrounding the secluded area. The end of the world was winding to a close and, due to his trainings as a child, survival came oddly easily to the male. He was quick to pick up on the blatant lack of a pack that appealed to him, and therefore Nemilest was created, him the self-proclaimed alpha.

Laevinus has been an innocent, a hunter, a victim, a predator, a murder, and a leader—

what impressive diversity.