Name: Ride In'toh Obsession, Obsession being his nickname

Gender: Male

Age: the most people can gather he's either extremely old or extremely young The Obsession has said both before.

Species: Void wolf, part void part wolf

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: This obedient cub may look rather intimidating in looks but he's as cuddly as all the other pups, as long as he doesn't decide to eat you. He's black with deep purple irises that may be startling at first but you get used to them fast, if not you can use him as a guard dog. His wicked grin leaves nothing to the imagination as it leaves all of his bleach white teeth on show. Don't want to shock you with a hidden surprise now do we? Don't get him upset though, that may be the last thing you do.
The obsession is usually wary when it comes to who he will serve, but when chosen he will do anything and everything the other person asks of him, even end his own existence should he find out how.
The obsession is a wary strange critter, ones he's chosen a master he becomes... Well obsessed with them, disliking it when they're apart and getting twitchy when they're with others, he will want his master all to himself and he will kill or eat anyone to have it so, unless he starts to like the other person then he might think before killing and eating.
A master would need to be wary precautions with the obsession, the wrong command, too confusing of a command, something left out all can lead to a bloodbath with the obsession at the middle.
He may not be as strong as he was being reduced to a large wolf that can turn into shadow but he does not slack off when it comes to murder.

Looks: Scraggy black fur, solid colour, He's tall and stands proud, kinda on the skinny side (aka emaciated) with his ribs and bones sticking out but with a sadistic look on his face. The most important part is that he stands tall and proud, not at all beaten down.
He's the wolf form of famine.

Faceclaim: no face claim

Height:4" 6'

Weight: 37kg

Tattoos/Piercings: none known

Unusual markings: several short scars scattered across his body, his lips have been cut off completely and the very back of his maw cut into an upward motion to create a smile, the cuts into the very back of his maw seem to always be fresh and dripping with drops of blood. His fur often looks like it moves on it's own in a smoke like way.

Medical Issues: cannibalistic tendencies, mild OCD, a habit of chewing his right paw to injury, Astraphobia, has a tendency to eat sentient creatures.

Likes: Strawberry cream cupcakes, He also likes obeying his chosen master and clean spaces.

Dislikes: Cruel masters who don't give him cupcakes, The obsession hates being suppressed, he is wary free spirited and would much prefer to do all he wanted so when put in a cage, shackled or collared he will start to get nervous and at first aggressive then scheming. If there are no treats left then you should think twice about promising him one, disappointment is a road to Obsession.

Strengths: obeying everything that is said, high pain tolerance, very strong and fast. Can turn into a living shadow then a form of black smoke before turning into his physical form.

Weaknesses: taking things too literally, afraid of thunderstorms, not good at obeying long commands, tends to lash out at people for seemingly no reason.

At the back of a store.
Away from everyone else.
Alone and forgotten by all but his master.

One had to go out of there way to get to that dark place, though light shines in from the small windows it seemed abnormally faint, in fact, the entire room seemed a shade darker then it was supposed to be.

There was but a single living creature in there, chained, caged, collard and muzzled.
The obsession stared into an old pool of red, all the gore has long gone down his tummy after he got it past the muzzle.
The bones set in a neat pile spot and spangle clean.
He didn't clean the red. He didn't clean the pool. He simply let it grow old and rot in his cage.

The obsessions deep purple Eyes were the only real colour in this dark world, dark purple easily seen in a pit of black.
A tall and malnourished wolf, he stood at 4'6 with his ribs jutting out his chest for all to see.

He was skinny and malnourished seemingly on the verge of death from starvation but he sat tall and proud nonetheless.
Ride In'toh Obsession showed all who he was.
A wicket lipless grin on his face showing bleach white fang-like teeth, his lips having been completely cut off and deep gashes cut into the edge of his maw in an upwards motion to create an everlasting smile.

The edge always dripping with fresh blood no matter how much time passed. A constant reminder that his grin was artificial.
His scraggy black fur often seemed like it moved on its own, his body was covered in many little scars but the most noticeable behind his lips missing were the runes carved into his flesh around his neck behind the collar.

The obsession hid nothing from the world.
He showed all that he was.
Famine In a wolf's guise.

He simply stared at the dried up puddle of blood a crazed cackle escaping his throat.

"WHy ArE yOu sO dOwN mAsTeR? WhY dOn'T yOu spEaK tO mE AnYmOrE? I'vE bEeN waItIng fOr So LoNg. WHeRes mY tReaT? YOu sAiD I WoUld gEt a TreAt If I LeT yOu pUt ThIs On mE...." he said in his wicked tongue. He has been repeating that line and cackle for the past week now. Always staring at the puddle never moving.
His eyes spoke of insanity. This was Insanity.