CHARACTER SERIES: Ravenous
Backtagging: Yes please!
Threadhopping: With good reason
Fourthwalling: Yeah, like anyone's seen his canon
Offensive subjects (elaborate): I'm good with most things, although smut isn't that interesting
Hugging this character: He might bite . . .
Kissing this character: He will bite.
Flirting with this character: He doesn't mind flirting, and is even somewhat vulgar--for his time period. Just don't get too close.
Fighting with this character: A good way to get someone killed.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): He's highly resistant to harm, so injuring him would be difficult, but feel free to try. Nothing permanent, though.
Killing this character: Again, difficult to harm--and he's usually the one doing the killing. Plus, I like the bastard too much. So nah.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Only if you really want to see the mind of a cynical, insane wendigo. Plus, even the mun isn't sure what he's thinking sometimes.
Using aura reading/soulgazing: Have a frozen, emaciated werewolf thing with horns! Thorny crown and colonel uniform optional.
Warnings: . . . he's a wendigo. If you're human he'll either want to eat you or make you into another wendigo, but probably eat you.
He's also very cynical about religion and everything related to religion, considering Christians to be nothing but cannibals in better outfits and having some deeply disturbing thoughts about things like Communion and the Crucifixion. He seems to think of himself almost as some dark Messiah, a god that devours the unworthy--that is to say, almost everyone.
As an added bonus, he is a strange mix of highly patriotic and deeply embittered about the expansion of America: he happily refers to colonialism as one country eating another and believes that his nature is the nature of society in general. As far as he's concerned, the theft of the natives' land and the Mexican-American War are cannibal cults writ large, and who is he to go against it?
All in all he is a terrible person and you should run for your lives.
(His canon also includes references to lethal illnesses, suicidal thoughts and various other nasty things.)
*The cave is mostly filled with bones. Skulls, jaws, fingers, the occasional arm or leg bone sucked clean of marrow. More complete skeletons deeper in, showing how his food preferences have evolved over time--or perhaps he simply learned more recipes.
*In the back of the cave, where the old bodies are deepest, a tree has grown. It exits through a hole in the roof that was undeniably carved by human hands--or what most people would call human, at least, no matter what their owner had to say on the matter.
*A farmer could tell you that the tree is an apple tree. The superstitious would have reason to think it the very tree of good and evil knowledge that doomed mankind to die. If so, however, it came from a most sinister Eden.
*Ives, being what he is, sees nothing wrong with sitting against the tree and eating the apples. They are by far the best he's ever eaten.*
*As Ives leads Dante to a cabin he may notice bits of gold ore, a stray nugget or two in out-of-the-way spots, worrisomely humanoid bones, a bloody hatchet and various other strange things laying around. Before long, however, they arrive in Dante's new room.*
It's a bit small, I'm afraid, but it has a bed and a wardrobe at least. What would you like for breakfast?
*Said friends know this, of course. He has found in his long life that honesty makes for better friendships. Which may explain why people he is friendly towards tend to have more nightmares than the average.
*Nightmares like this . . .*
We can go fishing tomorrow, if you would like? Or just swim, one way or the other.
*The best method of hunting was always to make the prey come to you, in Ives' opinion. When it came to prey like this, that meant bait--and the best bait for a petty monster like this one was poor, sad, pathetic Colqhoun.*
Is there anyone out here? I'm lost . . .
*That soldier is still here. At the moment he is unbarring a side gate to let in a visitor, the first proper visitor in some time. Stranded passersby don't really count . . .*
Welcome to Fort Spencer.