↳ " HELP ME MAKE THE MOST OF FREEDOM / AND OF PLEASURE / NOTHING EVER LASTS FOREVER / EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD“
♕ — Please follow and welcome Seth Zephyrus Wolf to Escoria ! Seth is the nineteen year old descendant of The Big Bad Wolf attending La Cours De Merveilles ! Residing in Amaterasu #406 the Soccer Team member strives to achieve excellence in order to make their parents proud and carry out their legacy!
↳ CLASS SCHEDULE
WRESTLING
GUITAR
REMEDIAL GOODNESS
PSYCHOLOGY
ACADEMIC READING AND WRITING
↳ CLUBS & SPORTS
SOCCER TEAM
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↳ TRAITS OF THE PARENT
Like his father, Seth is ruthless. He wouldn’t even blink an eye if he were to point a gun at a victim’s temple for money, because whatever he wants, he gets. He takes pride in the graffiti of his father that fills most of the walls in the alleys, and always has a stash of spray cans just to embed his father’s signature name and figure onto clean, empty walls. Seth seeks comfort in instilling fear in others, something that the Big Bad Wolf himself has always taught him to do.
↳ TRAITS OF THE HEART
The exterior Seth is evil. The interior is unknown. He is secretly jealous of his brother, the way he obtains cash in a legal way without having to point a gun or threaten anyone. Deep down, he’s tired of living under the shadow of the Big Bad Wolf. With his older brother out of the picture, he’s next in line to the label of the biggest, baddest, wolf and the pressure is on his shoulders. Does he really want to be bad for the rest of his life, have his name etched onto the walls of the dirty Isle streets for no one but fearful people to view?
↳ ‘ TELL EVERYBODY I’M ON MY WAY— ’
Fog clouded up the grey skies, and smoke wafted through the air in the streets of Isle. Cigarette butts strewn carelessly on the ground, guns that stuck out of backpockets, empty wallets discarded into a pile of trash was a common sight.
Seth stands in the middle of an alleyway, head tilted upwards to look at the piece of artwork that had been spray-painted by his younger brother. A pair of green, sly eyes stares back at him, and he smiles. His father looks a lot better in person.
“You’re getting there,” he glances at his brother, “it’s not as good as the ones that his followers have done over the years, but you’re improving.”
At that moment, the more he marvelled at the imprint of the Wolf, the more the green eyes seemed to glow.
