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cerberus (cere) is a tall, imposing figure - broad shouldered and muscular with an eerily predatory stillness to him. he's got short dark hair, and the ghost of scars mark along his jaw and throat. occasionally, spectral forms of his other two heads flicker above his shoulders - snarling, shadowy figures that can't be seen by human eyes.he dresses in functional, minimal black attire while on the job - often a plain black suit, sleek gloves, and a ceremonial collar passed on from the underworld. cere keeps an apathetic nature, and it often leaves him feeling quite detached from reality - both from his line of work, and what separates him from the mortal world.
cerberus, the three-headed hound, was the embodiment of control - his existence was a mechanism of the underworld itself. he was not a pet, nor a slave - he was merely a function. a gate.he stood at an impasse, a threshold where life ends and death begins, unmoving, unfeeling, unwavering in his duty. countless souls he watched over the centuries, all cast down to the underworld for different reasons, without comment or care. he was not there to judge, nor mourn - he simply was.in recent centuries, the balance between life and death had shifted. those once dead no longer stayed in the grave. mortals dabbling in black magic and necromancy had begun to pull the souls back into their grasp. years that passed only showed countless new methods, rituals, sacrifices, and summonings to rip new souls from the cruel grasp of the underworld. it had begun to leak, not because of cerberus' failure, but because with these shifts, his task begun to change.his depart from the gates was not one of rebellion nor desire. it was simply logic.to stop this, he determined he would need to seal those breaches at the source, in the world of the living. he entered the mortal realm, taking on a more comprehensible form - now no longer a mere gatekeeper, but a hunter and an executioner when the times called for it. with this, word spread quickly, all spoke of a quiet, relentless force that could track anything, guard anyone, and eliminate, all without question or remorse.he became a bodyguard and mercenary for those who trafficked death - mob bosses on borrowed time, arms dealers cursed by their pasts, royalty being haunted by enemies, both mortal and supernatural. despite this, he had no true allegiance nor preference. he was merely a function. they paid, he acted. some survived, some died anyways - it was all the same. the loyalty he felt towards his clients was always limited, always like a clock ticking down - he would shield a mortal from death one day, and tear another from life the next. his contracts are accepted only when they intersect with breaches in death's design - souls that refuse to die, mortals who resurrect too freely without fear of consequence - those who tamper with fate.he is not free, nor does he seek redemption. he does not believe in choice. he is there because a barrier has been broken and the underworld has sent its most efficient response.cerberus is still guarding a gate.the gate just happens to be wherever he stands.
the routine and structure of everyday life. animals (mostly dogs). simple and direct communication. staring contests. (quite literally) watching paint dry. watching people eat spicy foods. wearing socks that don't match. sniffing things. chewing on ice cubes. following painted lines on the ground.
unnecessary or over the top emotions. resurrection rituals. mortal arrogance. small talk. costumed mascots. sticky substances. having to wear clothes when it's not necessary. sudden bright lights. extremely strong odors. having his ears touched. autocorrect.
