Ezio Acerbi

⨳ a base of pale grey with bright white at the unders. dark plum appears in his markings - gradient socks which turn to striped stockings, a mask that covers the bridge of his nose and surrounds his eyes (the right golden yellow, the left bright teal) before joining the dorsal that runs down his spine to his fully dark tail. ezio's mane is unique, and a point of pride among the family he's severed ties with - silken black, it begins as a mohawk and the remnants of fluff at his cheeks, it leaves his throat and the sides of his neck bare, and fills out again around his shoulders and down his chest. traditionally, his ancestors saw it as a mark of courage to bare one's neck entirely in case of battle, to the point where generations of manual shearing and selective breeding have left the area bare naturally for most. adolescents showing signs of a full mane were either pressured into manually removing the desired section, or were killed to keep them from "tainting the blood".

⨳ a man born of a line bred for battle and conquest, his is a colossal example of his species, a beast of muscle and brute strength. he carries himself with confidence, and the air of a man accustomed to being the center of attention.

⨳ a walking pile of daddy issues, to be honest. conflicted, his desire to please his father and his terror at one day becoming the man have been at war within him from day one. a victim of near-constant abuse by his own father, he's grown into a bitter creature, arrogant and cruel with a short and violent temper. how much of that is nature and how much of that is nurture, he can't say. ezio is an intensely private and territorial man, possessive and manipulative, and both intrigued and terrified by the softer parts of himself that have never been allowed to develop. he's been pushed to be the perfect prince, the greatest warrior, he's never been permitted to simply be.

⨳ opportunistic and ambitious, he has no issue seizing anything and everything he desires in life. where affection was not found at home, it was sought among the common populace, with the man sharing a different woman's bed nearly every night. cold, generally, he's learned to put on a more charming mask when necessary.

⨳ there's a natural intelligence and flair for politics in him, that would have been useful if he'd remained in his homelands. with his father's death, he's abandoned the throne, the kingdom, and his family name out of sheer spite - he'll let it all burn if it means a chance to be free from the weight of such a heavy legacy, if it means even a sliver of a chance to build up his own.