DUSKPOOL
β The hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood. β
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Duskpool is a creature carved from grief and the wreckage of promises long broken. He carries a weight to him in the way he moves with broad, battle-worn shoulders that never quite rise like he's been carrying too much for too long. His body a map of ruin, marked by the ghosts of failures he can't forget, as each scar tells a chapter in a story he doesn't speak out loud. He's stubborn to the boneβa storm-scarred soul who'd rather bleed quietly than burden others with the howling cries clawing at his skin.
His gaze carries the weight of things never said, horrors buried in silence, and memories too sharp to hold gently. There's something ancient within him in how he stares at the world like he's already lived a hundred lives and left pieces in his wake. A father. A husband. A soldier shaped by loss. And maybe that loss is what will undo him in the very end.
A warrior who deserves rest but refuses to take it because he sees nothing but a monster when he looks in the mirror. -
PAST NAME β
Youkai
MEANING β Cruel Ghost
CURRENT NAME β Duskpool
MEANING β Intelligent; Quiet; Collected
NICKNAME(S)β Old Man, Gramps, Dusk
AGEβ 82 Moons75 Moons
D.O.Bβ March 15th
GENDERβ Male
PRONOUNSβ He/Him
SEXUALITYβ Demi
ORIENTATIONβ Demi
P.O.Bβ The City
CLANβLonerSkyClan
RANKβSun GuardSenior Warrior -
There's no softness in his shape, built like a mountain born from wild blood. Of Maine Coon crossed with Norwegian Forest. The kind of lineage that doesn't bend easily.
A bulky, broad-shouldered frame anchors him with thick fur, coarse like wind-whipped bramble. His mane hangs jagged around his throat like the tangled crown of somethin' that's never kneltβa lion in the skin of a ghost.
Every scar carved into his body tells a story no one dares ask about. And if they do, it's one filled with achin' horrors of days long carved into flesh and bone. One drags across his brow, crooked and brutal. A slash that missed his molten copper eye by a whisper, and the rest of him left smoldering. That eye? It doesn't shine. It burns like something alight deep in his skull.
His jaw tight like he's bitin' back the ghosts of a hundred names he's failed to protect. His ears were notched and torn around the edges like the pages of a book too often read in blood and rain. A weight to him not from the bulk of his body, but in the air that ghosts when he enters. The earth seems to remember every step he's ever taken as forests hush when he passes.
He's the kind ya don't forget. Not because he asks to be remembered, but because somethin' about him clings to yer ribs like smoke in a burnt-out den. A survivor.
A relic from a time when monsters weren't just stories. A time when he was the story they warned ya about.
Short Desc: A massive scarred obsidian-smoked ghost mackerel tabby maine coon / norwegian forest mix and a molten copper eye with low-white.
ACCENT β Duskpool's accent rolls in like slow thunderβsouthern, deep-set, and rough-hewn, carved straight from old country roads and smoky saloons. It isn't close polished, somethin' you'd find from a preacher, but weathered, weary, and steeped in grit like someone who's lived through more storms than stories can hold.
There's a gravelly, thick drawl whenever he drags his vowels out low and lazy, soundin' like it's been chewed on before it ever left his mouth. His consonants drop like dead weight, clipped or slurred in the back of his throat with a beat of silence between thoughts, almost like he's given each one the weight it deserves.
"Ain't nothin' worth sayin' if it don't come from the gut."
"Ya don't get wisdom 'less ya bleed for it."
His tone is so low and rumbly, it feels like the ground's talkin' back. The kind of voice that echoes down someone's spine, makin' ya straighten when he speaks, even when he's bein' kind. It's an accent of old scars and older promises, southern and twisted in grief, pride, and a slow-churnin' rage he keeps tucked behind his teeth.
He drawls each word out low and deliberate, almost like he's got all the time in the world, but none enough to waste on bullshit. He ain't one to fill the silence, but like he's lived every syllable. His words were heavy with memory, regret, and grit. Much like Sam Elliott, Duskpool's voice cracks like old leather, smokey like aged whiskey that drags through the dirt with the dignity of a man who ain't ever asked for sympathy.
With Sam Elliott's signature Western cadence that's slow, weathered, but firm. It's exactly the kind of earthy thunder Duskpool's tone carries.
VOICE β His voice rolls out slow and deliberate like molasses over gravel. Thick, weathered, and unshakably sure. There's an intimidation baked into the way he speaks, not because he's tryin' to scare ya, but because he's the kind of man who's seen too much to flinch. Every word weighs like it's been dragged through the dust and smoke of a thousand miles. It's confident, yesβbut not the polished kind. No, his is the confidence of a man who's earned every scar and doesn't care if ya like how he got 'em.
There's a smoky tinge, like he's been breathin' campfire ash since he learned to talk. It scratches the ears just rightβgravelly, raw, low in the gut. The kind of voice that feels like it was meant to echo across canyons or cut through the silence before a storm hits. It carries a raucous pitch when he gets riled. A growl that rattles the air like boot heels on old wood. But even at its softest, it never loses that edge. Soothin' in the way thunder is just before it hits.
There's somethin' fatherly in it, tooβnot tender, but solid. Dependable. The kind of voice that could calm a cryin' child. His drawl is slow and steeped in that old Western grit like he's got tumbleweeds coiled around his tongue. Guttural. Earthy. Like the last sound ya hear before the sun dips behind the mountains and the coyotes start singin'.
EXPRESSION & POSTURE β Duskpool carries himself like a boulder, broad-shouldered, heavy-footed, and rooted deep in the earth. His posture is naturally imposing. A quiet threat in the stillness. He stands with his shoulders rolled back, tight with the weight he never speaks aloud and with a slight forward lean. There's a groundness to him. The way old trees look just before a storm hits. Weathered, but unbending.
His expressions are carved from stone. Most days, they're unreadable, set in a flat-lipped line and a half-lidded gaze that could freeze fire. When he does, they're in flickers like the slow grind of his jaw, the faintest flare of his nostrils, or the subtle quirk of his lips. His eye does most of the talking, burning with quiet grief and hard-won wisdom.
When angered, Duskpool isn't loud, but his head lowers, shoulders square, and his stare sharpens like a blade's edge. When sorrow creeps forward? It's quieter. His chin dips with the slump of his shoulders like a house buckling under years of wind. He ain't one to weep openly, but his grief is loud, almost encompassing as it howls in the silence.
Scars:
α―β DOG BITE.
His right shoulder bears the savage imprint of a dog's bite. The sunken flesh crescent where teeth had once locked in with torn muscle that healed to become thick, gnarled scar tissue.α―β NICKS & GASHES.
Beneath the dense, matted fur lies a map of old violence with nicks and gashes scattered like forgotten war songs. The kind that's healed without mercy. Misshapen and rough like memories too stubborn to fade, reminding him of his failures to protect. Near his brows and cheeks lie tiny nicks, some so close to his right eye that it's a wonder he can see from it.α―β BRIDGE OF NOSE.
A scar runs thick over the bridge of his nose, jagged and pale like a lightning bolt cutting through the war-torn sky.α―β MANGLED EARS.
His ears tell stories all on their own. His right was shredded and torn, with edges jagged as if some beast had ripped it and left him half-whole. His left ear is damn near gone and what was left is a stumpβtorn away in a fight he dares not wish to remember.α―β LEFT EYE.
His left eye is scorched with an old, violent memory. The flesh was warped and marred from a vicious dog attack in an old, brutal starburst splayed across his face like a mark of some divine strike lookin' for vengeance. It's the kind of injury that doesn't just wound the body, but changes the way shadows fall across him.α―β MUZZLE.
Two deep gashes on the right side of his muzzle. One of 'em slicin' clean through the lines of his dark lips. The other hoverin' just above his top lip, saddlin' right next to the other, offset.α―β CLAW MARKS.
Three claw marks rake down the left side of his face, starting at the corner of his mouth and moving outward like surgical stitches. The cruel signature left behind by somethin' meant to kill.α―β RIGHT FOREPAW.
His right forepaw's crooked from a breath that never quite set right. It doesn't slow him much, but it's a visible limp that's noticeable upon closer inspection.α―β DOG BITE.
Another dog bite runs down the back of his right hind leg. Smaller than the first, but just as vicious.α―β DISLOCATED SHOULDER.
And somewhere deep in the mess of it all, Duskpool's shoulder has been dislocated. The implication makin' it ache in places, remindin' him of the pain coursin' through his body till it'd been forcefully reset makin' it susceptible to bein' dislocated again with the right amount of pressure.α―β DOG BITE.
A third dog bite wraps like gnarled wire around a delicate throat. His life was nearly taken from the very beasts that murdered his wife and kits.α―β BELLY.
Like a cruel reminder carved beneath his ribs. The scars rake across the vulnerable skin of his belly, jagged and uneven.α―β FLANK BURN.
A burn that winds down his flank in a twisted sprawl like a blackened silhouette of a lightning-struck tree. Scarred into his hide by searing flames, where the fur won't ever grow quite right.
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Ambitious, Wise, Adventurous, Practical, Creative, Calm, Rational, Analytical, Caring, Passionate, Reliable, Troubleshooter, Open-Minded, Tolerant, Kind, Self-Aware, Adaptive, Flexible, Supportive, Even-Tempered, Assertive, Observant, Independent, Compassionate, Mysteroius, Blunt, Enigmatic, Strict, Logical, Quiet, Contemplative, Honest, Reserved, Reckless, Stubborn, Aloof, Relatively Easy-Going, Introvert, Stoic, Diplomatic, Determined, Insensitive, Cold, Impatient, Ruthless, Isolated, Withdrawn, Hardworking, Self-Critical, Protective, Secretive
Duskpool is an old soul wrapped in a body that never quite mended with scarred bone and bitter memories as each step echoes a quiet pain he learned to carry like a second skin. His sins weigh like iron chains draggin' through the dirt leavin' a bloody trail in his wake, convinced he's beyond savin' with ghosts and demons alike hoverin' over his broad shoulders like buzzards over a man too stubborn to lie down. He's been countin' his sins since childhood. He ain't about to start countin' what little blessings he has, biddin' his time until death comes knockin' like old friends long overdue.
Maybe it's because he lived all these years while kin dropped like fliesβone after another without remorse. Unable to do anythin' but watch as vultures tear into viscera with blood drippin' from bony beaks. He ain't too sure he'd be strong enough to lose another person. His gut curdlin' with guilt at havin' to bury another friend when he's nothin' but a sinner just waitin' for damnation.
He's civil when he has to beβdiplomatic, sureβbut that doesn't mean he likes you. He'll tip his hat and grit his teeth till yer outta earshot 'cause he knows better than most how folks'll crawl under yer skin if ya let 'em. He ain't got the patience for pretense, and sure as hell don't want sugarcoated words. Tell him he's an old manβbitter and rugged, Duskpool'll just crack a smirk and shrug weather-beaten shoulders like it's the truth.
Duskpool walks with a presence that steadies the room, whom folks naturally look to when things go sideways. He's calm, nearly distant. His voice a gravel-warmed baritone that commands silence without tryin'. He ain't one to speak about his emotions like somethin' sacred or dangerous, but when things go sideways, he's on the frontlines as a steady, unflinchin' figure. Stoic in the storm. He'll take the hits, lead the charge, and damn well bleed if it means keepin' his people alive.
He doesn't take kindly to strangers, keeps 'em in his sights like a hawk watchin' somethin' from the skiesβsilent, patient, and measurin'. Prove yerself, or move the hell on. It ain't handed out like candy, but earned through hard work and resilience. And if ya so much as threaten his kin? He won't just warn ya. He'll make damn sure ya don't get the chance to try again.
Whatever the job demands, ugly or brutal, he'll shoulder it without complaint because someone has to. And Duskpool was made to carry the burden the moment death struck him across the face.
Loves & Likes:
α―β Family.
α―β Checking in on others.
α―β Creatin' memories.
α―β Family.
α―β Quiet companionship.
α―β Mentorin' kids.
α―β Teachin'.
α―β Sound of laughter.
α―β Watchin' kits play.
α―β Bein' trusted.
α―β Sharin' tongues.
α―β Sound of another's heartbeat.
α―β Bein' needed.
α―β Quietness after a fight.
α―β Kits.
α―β The feel of a smaller body tucked against his frame.
α―β Hard-earned loyalty.
α―β Memories of voices long gone.
α―β Home.
α―β Sunrises.
α―β Forest terrain.
α―β Sunsets.
α―β The stars.
α―β Flower crowns.
α―β Solo hunts.
α―β Keepin' to the shadows.
α―β Adventure.
α―β Early mornin'.
α―β Smell of smoke & pine.
α―β Pearls.
α―β Sound of rain.
α―β Bein' alone.
α―β Blunt honesty.
α―β Watchin' the storms come in.
α―β Creak of old trees.
Hates & Dislikes:
α―β Abusive parents.
α―β Targetin' his family.
α―β Leafbare.
α―β Tight spaces.
α―β Open fields.
α―β Bein' stagnant.
α―β Huntin' rifles.
α―β Huntin' traps.
α―β Dogs.
α―β Prideful cats.
α―β Cowardice masked as cruelty.
α―β Bein' helpless.
α―β His own reflection.
α―β Cats who don't protect their own.
α―β Parents abandonin' kits.
α―β Sound of screamin'.
α―β Kits cryin'.
α―β Manipulators.
α―β Wasted death.
α―β Trauma dumpin' on kits.
α―β Pointless arguments.
α―β Greenleaf.
α―β Sugarcoatin' the truth.
α―β Self-sacrificial morons.
α―β Caves.
α―β His fur.
α―β Climbin'.
α―β Idle chatter.
α―β Bein' coddled.
α―β Wasted potential.
α―β Cold mornings.
α―β Bright, artificial lights.
α―β Unfinished business.
α―β Bein' underestimated.
α―β Folk approchin' his blind side.
α―β Thunderstorms.
α―β Foxes.
Goals & Dreams:
α―β Dyin' without regrets.
α―β Seekin' redemption for his sins.
α―β His entire family beneath one sky, one last time.
α―β Keepin' everyone he loves safe
α―β Protectin' the younger generation.
α―β To finally forgive himself.
α―β His teachings and lessons be remembered after his death.
α―β Peace, not just survival.
Secrets & Fears:
α―β Losin' his loved ones.
α―β Dyin' with regrets.
α―β People seein' him how he sees himself.
α―β Goin' entirely blind.
α―β The future ahead of 'em.
α―β Extremely tight spaces.
α―β Failin' those who depend on him for protection and guidance.
α―β Doesn't believe he deserves a lick of happiness.
α―β Hidin' how tired he is.
α―β Terrified of dyin' alone, but knowin' without a doubt that he'd deserve it.
Quirks & Mannerisms:
α―β Talkin' in a southern, deadpan drawl.
α―β Standin' toward the back of a group.
α―β Callin' everyone kid/kiddo despite some bein' a moon younger.
α―β Known to call kits various nicknames like small fry and squirt
α―β Commandin' presence.
α―β Watchin' the fireflies.
α―β Serial adopter.
α―β Growin' soft around the youngsters.
α―β Observin' his clanmates through people-watchin'.
α―β Enjoyin' the little moments.
α―β Sittin' quietly in nature.
α―β Sleepin' with his back to the wall.
α―β Talkin' to himself.
α―β Huffin'.
α―β Shakin' his head.
α―β Chuffin'.
α―β Raisin' an eyebrow.
α―β Sighin'.
α―β Rubbin' a paw over his achin' eyes.
α―β Hummin'.
α―β Wrinklin' his nose.
α―β Rollin' his shoulder (previously dislocated).
α―β Pausin' mid-sentence to sigh, or debate on his next words.
α―β Snorted instead of laughin' in amusement.
α―β Pinchin' the bridge of his nose.
α―β Mutterin' profanities.
α―β Breathin' deeply.
α―β Sweepin' a wooly plumage across the ground.
Hobbies & Habits:
α―β Stargazin'.
α―β Trainin'.
α―β Spendin' time with the kiddos.
α―β Listenin' to the rain.
α―β People watchin'.
α―β Collectin' broken items and tryin' to fix 'em.
α―β Carvin' wood with his claws.
α―β Takin' late night walks.
α―β Visitin' Mason in Twolegsplace.
α―β Barely sleepin'.
α―β Workin' himself into an early grave.
α―β Trainin'.
α―β Withdrawin' into himself durin' times of grief.
α―β Sleepin' in the hollow of a dead tree when lookin' to grieve in solitude.
α―β Standin' between others and danger.
α―β Keepin' himself busy.
α―β Idly touchin' a scar when deep in thought.
Extra:
α―β MBTI is ISTP
α―β Tarot is The Emperor
α―β Faction is Dauntless & Abnegation
α―β Element is Earth
α―β Archetype is The Hero & The Ruler
α―β Alignment is Lawful Neutral
α―β Enneagram is 5w6/9w8
α―β Temperament is Phl
α―β Love Language is Quality Time & Words of Affirmation -
Parents: NPC x NPC, Gen 1
Siblings: Outlawbite,Ryuji,Smokefang,Shadowfire, Thistlestrike, Flowercloud
Mate:Sakura,Havardur
> Relationship Status: SingleChildren: Ume, Shiori,Yuki, NPC, NPC,Yukio, Lostmoon, Wolfstorm, Russetfang, Nightwing
Other Relatives: Downypaw, Cherrydawn, Ponywhistle, Lavenderpaw, Cygnetscratch, Rosebelly, Teaselfeather, Crowpaw, Lotuskit, Echokit, Mistkit
Friends: Answer
Dislikes: Answer
Enemies: Answer
Apprentices: Zukopaw
Graduated: Answer -
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Trivia:
α―β Duskpool is sensitive to cold weather, especially because past injuries and bones that never healed right will lead to extreme joint pain and feel as if he ain't in his body with how the skin stretches almost painfully.
α―β Duskpool's left eye is sensitive to bright lights and can result in violent headaches.
α―β Mentally, Duskpool suffers from PTSD, insomnia, nightmares, and survivor's guilt.
α―β Duskpool is most like David Rossi & Aaron Hotcher (Criminal Minds), Vander (Arcane), Mike Ehrmantraut (Breaking Bad), Maximus (Gladiator), Rip Wheeler (Yellowstone), Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher), Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead), Bucky Barnes (Marvel), Bruce Wayne (WFA), John Wick, Leroy Gethro Jibs (NCIS), Tom Chandler (The Last Battleship), Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption), Aragorn (Lord of the Rings), Optimus Prime (Transformers), Jean Valjean (Les MisΓ©rables), Verso (Expedition 33).
α―β His symbolism include cane corso (protector, guardian), forget-me-nots (true love, remembrance, respect, promise), wolf (loyalty, strong family ties, good communication, understanding, intelligence, leadership), raven (death, darkness, wisdom), vulture (cleansing, rebirth, insecurity), amethyst (peace, calm, protection, power, royalty).
α―β Duskpool has an old western, mercenary, mafia boss aesthetic with hints of special forces.
α―β Life's too short to second-guess, so grab life by the horns and hold on rather than worry about the what-ifs, because it's better than dying with regrets.
α―β A strong tendency to hide or downplay his injuries.
α―β Takes his oath as a protector seriously.
α―β A hulking shadow who doesn't say much, but despite his deadpan tone, Duskpool breathes warmth and safety.
α―β Appears in control of the situation, oozing an unwavering calmness/assertiveness, practically unmovable, that people can look toward in life-or-death situations.
α―β Dislikes anyone whose pride is more important than others.
α―β Hard to anger, but when he is then it's every man for themselves because he will be your worst fucking nightmare.
α―β A family man, there isn't anything Duskpool wouldn't do for his family and those who need it.
α―β "Ya hurt my kids, and I'll make sure ya don't see the next sunrise."
α―β Because of his bluntness, Duskpool will admit to things as he sees them and not how others see them, like when he mercy killed his younger brother and admitted that he killed him with no further context.
α―β He isn't a big fan of grooming the matted mess that's become his fur, grumbling about sticks and misc items nestled within its wooly depths.
α―β Never one to ask for help, even if he needs it. He's always been someone who'll pick himself up after he falls and move on, whether that's working himself to death or withdrawing into forced solitude while trying to shove it all into the darkest parts of himself.
α―β Duskpool's TV tropes are Papa Wolf, Anti-Hero, Quiet One, Old Soldier, Father Figure, Knight in Sour Armor, Cynical Mentor, Deadpan Snarker, "You're Better than You Think You Are", Last Stand, Tank, & Berserk Button.
α―β He will agree to something even if it harms him. His lack of self-preservation shines through when it comes to helping others.
α―β He is extremely weak when it comes to kids, even allowing them to ride between his shoulders or paint his nails.
α―β Isn't afraid to tell someone they're wrong, regardless of rank. He ain't here to coddle people's pride. If they're doing something he knows will cause more harm than good, Duskpool will call 'em out.
α―β Duskpool can offer non-biased opinions even if he's biting his tongue on what he thinks of the issue.
α―β He doesn't punish failure, even expecting it in some instances, as long as people are willing to rise to the challenge and prove themselves, but that doesn't mean that Duskpool won't expect the absolute best out of them.
α―β His favorite flower is forget-me-nots because they carry the weight of remembrance.
α―β His favorite bug is fireflies because they remind him of his adoptive son, Yukio.
α―β His favorite time is late mornings, not too cold or hot.
α―β Cannot stand the sight of his reflection. Opting to go without mirrors because Duskpool cannot fathom why people see him as trustworthy when all he sees is a monster deservin' of punishment.
α―β His speech is #846122, thoughts are #cda33d, and physical interactions is underlined.
α―β Here are some build and stature descriptions: broad-shouldered, barrel-chested, heavy-framed, bulky, iron-framed, weather-hardened, wrought like ironwood, anchored, rooted like an old oak.
α―β Here are some scar and marking descriptions: obsidian, scar-marbled skin, wind-tossed fur, battle-worn, war-marked, scar-laced, mottled with history, fur like tangled smoke, face weathered by claw and time, mangled flesh, snarled shoulder, claw-marks like jagged rivers, scars like lightning.
α―β Here are some face and feature descriptions: weather-beaten, hard-browed, ruggedly handsome, weary, leather-skinned, timeworn, withered but fierce, molten-eyed, molten ember.
α―β Here are some neutral tone descriptions: gravel-backed, smoke-laced, dust-worn, rumblin' like distant thunder, the sound of fire over coals.
α―β Here are some threatening tone descriptions: rattlin' like boot heels on old wood, low like boomin' thunder, sharp as barbed wire, like wildfire whisperin' through dry brush, a growl full of grit and fury, a drawl that can split silence like a whipcrack.
α―β Here are some protective tone descriptions: earth-warm, weather-soft, solid as old oak, a steady hum against a storm-wracked world.
α―β Here are some phrases: moves like an old ghost through blood-tinged woods, vultures circlin' around weary shoulders, carryin' himself like a war relic, voice a growl buried in stone.
α―β His anime human faceclaim is Boss (Papa Wolf and the Puppy), Vander (Arcane), and Shouta Aizawa (BNHA), whereas his realistic human faceclaim is Henry Chavill as Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher). His younger faceclaim is Geto Suguru (JJK).
α―β Duskpool's younger voiceclaim is Jason O'Mara as Batman.
α―β In Human AU, Duskpool is often depicted as a mercenary and or a well-known mafia boss known to be an anti-hero in the most crime-ridden cities. He is also considered a blacksmith in a fantasy era, though in some AUs, Duskpool is a special forces soldier as a POW. But almost always, Duskpool is depicted as a single father struggling with survivor's guilt.
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