Lander Papatonis | Manticore

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✧ Charming, when he wants a screw
✧ Strong
✧ Excellent Stamina

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Full of himself
✦ Short tempered
✦ Violent

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Parents: Aegeus Papatonus (father), Agape Galanis (mother deceased)
Siblings: Unknown, father was horny bastard
Other Family: Unnamed kids
Important Others:
History: He was born in the backstreets of an old Greek town, so old he can no longer remember the name. His father had been hovering at his birth but offered no help to the woman. Lander couldn't remember much of his childhood but he vaguely remembered being treated different by the village folk. There were rumours about his father but none of them held true at first. His father kept disappearing for years at a time until one day Lander was out in the woods and was hunting when suddenly he felt great pain. His body twisted and deformed turning into a lion like creature with bat wings, and scorpian tail. His father returned then in the same form only much larger. The father Aegeus killed the mother when she had gone looking for him after he had been missing for a day and a night. Aegeus taught Landor all there was to be a manticore, turning him into a human gigolo. He was one as a teen but now he was worse. As they went from town to town, they both screwed whatever woman they could and hung around the wenches they had screwed was pregnant. Of course Landor's kids were girls so he ate them and the babies. Eventually when Aegeus' brood was too big Lander wandered off on his own path, screwing whatever woman he could find, actually getting some sons after a few centuries of trying.

Finding himself in old England after some exploring, he spent his time in manticore form since he had seen dragons roaming about. Those overgrown lizards just got on his nerves. They acted like they were high and mighty but to him they were just pesky things that took the virgins he may might want. During his time there though he had an encounter with Lord William Hastings, 1st Baron of Hastings, back in 1470. During that time he had boar horns sticking out of his maw after being caught eating it. With his stomach too full at that moment he had spared the hunting party and just flew away. Because of him that inspired the royal's manticore badge but with tusks. He still had not left England that century, or the next, or the next. He travelled the united kingdoms screwing any good looking woman that caught his eye trying to breed, More than half of them though ended up victim since the bitches gave birth to girls, not a noble male manticore. Sometime in the 16th Century, he had made his true form known again being caught eating his latest woman and baby girl. His image was used once again as an emblem/badge for Robert Radcliffe, 1st Earl of Sussex and Sir Anthony Babyngton.  During his time there he had encountered an ice dragon of the name Delwyn.  Both were in human forms but they could smell each other, that they were not human.  The more time they spent together the more they hated each other.  Anytime Lander went after a woman, Delwyn would say she wasn't a virgin and was welcomed to her.  That got on his nerves.  It didn't matter to him if they were first timers or not, just as long as they were fertile.

One time though he had found himself prisoner in ancient India. The townfolk had caught him just changed into human form where he is at his weakest. Someone had spied on him feeding and changing back into human in the woods. So he was captured on his way to a brothel. Somehow the primitives held him even when he changed into his true form. They tried taming him, whipping him constantly, across his back, tail, hindquarters, anything to stop the quills from regrowing. His tail was always kept covered so its scorpion stinger could not strike out. Evenly he acted docile, like they had tamed him. Saddled and bridled they rode him along their grounds, him obeying their every order. Until they took him out one day out to the open sky. There he freed himself, flying off and eating the man on his back after shaking him with a few barrel rolls. He scratched off the bridle and saddle, dumping them and flew off to the new world where the humans seem to be migrating. To North America.

In the western frontier ages he rode with the outlaws of the area not confined to any rules or law of the civilised world.  He took advantage of the brothels and women that fell for his looks and bad boy side.  Some of these woman though he never kept track of so who knows if he had any spawn or not.  These days he didn't really care.  But as the world was slowly being taken over by the cultured humans, he had learned to adapt and blend with the lowlife mortals.  He learned to curb his instincts.  One good thing about humans they knew how to invent items for that.  He stayed in one place until his age came into question.  He would up and leave to a new place.

Of course civil war came and he fought for both sides, faking his death on many occasions.  It was all free meals for him.  Some rumours spread of a lion escaped from a circus since all they ever saw was dried patches of blood and lion footprints.  He always ate everything.  Lander didn't risk changing into his feline form with how many humans there were in the world now.  




Alias: Singingdoughnut
How did you find us?: Spirit guide
Experience: Dont kiss and tell
Other Characters: Make me
RP Sample:  "Don't do that." called out over the top of her computer without even looking at a teen trying to dog ear a page in a library book. To her that was sacrilege. Tamara looked over the top of the monitor staring at the teen coldly until he merely shut the book and pushed it aside. Nothing was more sinful than a damaged book. She was angry before, but that just added to it. It had been more than a week since she heard from Matt. She was mad and worried that he had not called. It was not the first time he had gone more than a month without making contact. Either it was for her protection, or he just forget, she still couldn't help but worry. Worried that the next news report was of his body being found, or locked in prison for protecting someone.







Finally it was closing time. Tamara just locked the doors when someone grabbed her from behind. Gasping in fear, she spun around, trying to go for the mace in her bag when she saw it was one of Matt's hunter friends and shut her eyes, putting a hand over her racing heart. "Wear a bell next time." she said, looking up at him calming down now.







"And give up on these nights? I don't think so." Rick said with a smirk.





She lightly slapped his chest, pulling the strap up higher on her shoulder. "Got plenty of left overs, just needs to be reheated." With a grin, Rick walked Tamara to his car. He stopped by every couple of weeks for home cooking, otherwise it would be nothing but noodles and take out, which littered the floor of his car. "Still living clean I see." she said arching a brow as she lifted an empty burger wrapper and threw it over to the back seats.





"You know if I clean, you'd have nothing to complain about." he said with a cheeky grin. She scoffed, climbing into the car. "No wonder you and Matt get along so well." The smile slowly drained from her face. "Has there been any word?"







Rick had to look at the road as he pulled out from the side and started driving. He heard nothing from Matt either. "No. Not a word or peep. I'm sure he had lost his phone or been busy and lost track of time. " They were close friends, even been on a few hunts together when they came up against something more than one alone could handle.



She looked out the side window, lightly chewing on her thumbnail in worry, trying not to let her imagination get the better of her. Tamara was sure Matt was safe, just being his usual forgetting to call self. When he came home, he was going to be grounded until he turned forty.



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