Post by Murder on Jul 8, 2010 19:51:57 GMT -5
We were young;;
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[/center][/font]One is to assume that the game has three possible outcomes.
To follow the light, to follow the path of darkness, or to follow neither.
The third is to be damned to suffer without purpose on earth.
No one has followed the first or second outcome with success, thus,
No one has ever won
On the path of light or darkness. All are bound to Earth.
With a smile, we were born. Well adjusted children, slowly aging;;
Here's a little about me..
[/font]Here's a little about me..
--- But you can call me Nothing but my name. Unless you're feeling lucky.
--- I've been around for Twenty two summers.
--- And I was born on October 21st.
--- Last time I checked I was Male.
--- I am ten feet tall, and I weigh 620 pounds.
--- I prefer Anything with an available hole as my partners.
--- You may notice that I am a Warsfeil.
--- Hey, I'm definitely able to have children.
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Born of age, replace our youth with logic. Then slowly the child, that child, is tragic;;
How you will recognize me..
[/font]How you will recognize me..
--- My markings can be found Everywhere. My pelt is not one solid shade. Red and black take up most of my large body. Black masks my features as hugs my feet, while mingling with the red and white that splash along my form. My scalp is a dark auburn, and the color runs down my back and over my tail, gnarled only by a splash of crimson between my eyebrows.
--- I have a bulky, impenetrable form.
--- If you look in to my eyes you'll notice they're an eerie orange with they're crimson outline around my slitted pupils.
--- My pads are dark brown.
--- And my tongue, teeth and gums are all mismatching. My gums are a deep gray, nearly black, that makes the blue of my tongue almost striking and luminescent (and it glows in the dark). My teeth were once white, but have been stained off-yellow from countless years of feeding from corpses full of blood.
--- wouldn't call them deformities, but on my body I have two very large ram horns spiraling out from my skull, along with sharp spikes down the back of my neck and at the base of my tail. My tongue is long and expandable and constantly coated in drool. Whereas my canines are longer than that of a normal wolf's, and hang just below my jaw.
--- Ouch, I've got scars littered all over my body, though only easily visible on my muzzle and the short fur of my legs.
--- I'm cursed with Nothing but this wretched life.
--- To you, I probably sound like the male in this video Link
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With the progression of, an obsession with time. Make it mine, to say Goodbye;;
Everybody has a personality...
[/font]Everybody has a personality...
--- The Good;; )Good? I am a merciless bastard with no favorable emotions. My purpose in life is to end yours. Pray that the darkness does not call out your name to me, for I will not pray for you when your blood spills upon the earth. However, I can be forgiving. I can be strong for my pack, and loyal to those who give me the same respect. I am fearless and I will cut you down if you appose me.
--- The Bad;; There really isn't that much to say, aside from you do not want to get too close to me unwelcome. I will crush your meaningless existence between my jaws if you so much as blink wrong. I have a very thin temper, so do not test it and you may escape my wrath unharmed. I desire many things from the creatures that stalk this earth, and I pity those that do not meet my expectations. Make sure that you somehow end up on what you could call my good side, though do not expect any miraculous respect on my part because it will never come. You are inferior whelps that serve as nothing more than vessels for your damned souls, and I, the keeper responsible for unleashing hell upon earth, will see that you never find peace wherever you may end up.
--- The Dirty;; Sex is inevitable. Lust is something that we all witness, even myself. I will take anything and will do what I have to, to sedate this ridiculous demand of my body.
- Screaming is a delectable noise that I live to hear. If you are lucky enough to feel my claws tearing at your flesh, scream for me, darlings, and I may choose to end your life quickly.
- Blood is something I crave. I will find it when I need it, no matter whose veins it runs through. You should find yourself fortunate if you manage to avoid me during my blood lust.
- Darkness. The shadows that engulf the world are only mere glimpses of the future. The sun will cease to rise and I and my lord will rule these vulnerable lands with nothing to aid us but the shallow light of Luna.
- Murder. My name speaks volumes about my personality and what I do for a living. If you ever hear the word, pray that it has no relevancy to my presence.
--- I'm not fond of:
- While I do not melt under the sun as some would think by my vile nature, I do not favor the warmth or the light that it gives off, and find myself remaining within the shadows where I belong.
- Snow is inconvenient for hunting down those I seek. I have no problem using my senses in a blizzard, as most do, but it unfortunately slows me down and leaves my body numb and occasionally immobile until I find a source of warmth.
- Signs of affection repulse me, especially if it is shared between a mother and child. My own mother was destroyed before she could show me any of these disgusting emotions.
- Although it does not happen very often at all, once in a while some fortunate creature will be saved from my wrath by luck and the blessing of their own pathetic God. Failing my duties piss me off more than anything and undeniably put me in a rage.
- Celestial beings are my opposite, and unfortunately, are untouchable. They are too favored by the heaven's for me to approach. If i find myself in the same area as one or more of them I find myself losing control of my temper and slaughtering any other living creatures in sight, which is against the laws of my master, and the oath I have sworn.
--- I have a few quirks and habits:
-I have a tendency to throw my weight around, especially that of my horns. I constantly knock things over just to please my insatiable lust for destruction.
-I have a unique tongue and I love to use it to add a spark to my mannerisms. Drool is abundant, especially since I constantly run the muscle over my flawless teeth.
--- My strengths would probably be:
- I don't know how to back down from a fight. Even if it kills me.
- I don't mean to sound conceited, but I am a leader, and I am good at it. I will do what I must to keep those loyal to my laws under protection.
- I know how to act appropriately, though don't count on me holding my tongue. I'm a manipulative bastard, and that will never change.
--- My weaknesses would probably be:
- Although I consider myself fortunate for how I am, I often realize that I shall never find love. My malevolence will forever assure that I am alone in my physical body, aside from the whisperings words of the damned.
- My lust for blood, among other things, throws me off track and disrupts the balance I strive to maintain. While I cannot avoid these feelings, they make me.. Weak. A disgusting thought.
- I can often get caught between relationship ties, and what my instincts tell me to do. For this reason, there are very few I consider important to me, just in case it comes to something gruesome later on. I can kill what I feel nothing for.
--- Shh, I have a secret:
- I am a consort for the equivalent of Satan. I kill, I steal, I destroy for him. Very few know anything other than I am, in fact, a reaper of souls.
--- I have to admit, I'm afraid of:
- Fear? What an odd thing for you to ask me of. While I do not enjoy admitting it, I do have fears of my own, which I believe makes me stronger. Even if it relates me to the body in which I am trapped. I should grimace at the thought of losing my vessel to the jaws of another. Death would mean an internal prison for me, and so, it is not an option.
- Failing my purpose. My Lord is more cruel in his ways than myself, and I should not like to find myself the object of his rage.
(List their fears. At least two)
--- Hey, I'm proud of my accomplishments, and I'm ashamed of my failures:
- My best accomplishment was surviving. By surviving, I have pledged allegiance to my God, Osyrus. Birth was the start of it all, as I was chosen with a very hefty title on my shoulders. Unknowingly, out of hunger and lust, I closed the deal and became that consort. I regret nothing.
-Failure? It is a very rare thing for myself to come across. I very rarely fail, in the account that I never give up. I will do anything to please my God, whether that means tracking a damned souls to the other side of these plains. However, occasionally, a creature will die before I can get my grubby jaws on it, which regretfully means that it's soul has passed on peacefully. This is failure.
--- Oh, and you should probably know that:
My jewelry is sacred to me, and dare you touch it, I will end your miserable life. The wolf that gave these silver pieces to me, the hoop in my nose and the clamp on my ear.. He was a great, powerful creature, and the first and only living being that will ever gain my admiration.
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You're only a moment away, a severed dream to live. Well, nights like these it strikes me, I could only quit breathing;;
My past is a window..
[/font]My past is a window..
I could care less what my mothers name was. She is dead. I fed from her body, her blood, myself upon my birth., and they forever be dead to me, spiritually, physically, and even in my memories.
Relic is also walking the plains of the after life, and every now and then I will hear his voice whispering to me from the shadows, but he will never truly exist in my life anymore.
--- I was born along side:
No one. I was meant to be an only child, and so the unborn fetus alongside me in my mothers womb never had the chance to obtain life.
--- Other significant people in my life are/were:
I have no one worthy of mentioning that still walks this earth.
My tutor shall remain nameless.
--- I would have to say my best memory so far is:
Obtaining my strength as a powerful necromancer. The training was endless and excruciating. However, I was destined to become a creature of death and corpses, and so it is no surprise that I was given the strength to pass the trial. I surpassed my tutor and he was no longer needed, and so, I put him out of his misery.
--- I would have to say my worst memory so far is:
My worst memory was probably the first time my instinctual emotions kicked in. Love, fondness, appreciation.. These are very natural emotions, and I had been unable to control them in the beginning. I fell in love, and undeniably, it got in the way. I was forced to reap her soul in the end, and that proved to me that this world is nothing but piss and shit.
--- Let me tell you a story about myself:
I guess I should start from my birth...
I remember It was cold and the heavens thundered with cracks of light against the violet sky. A cry of objection to the creation of my life. The rain exploded from the dark clouds hanging over head, tossed right and left with the howling currents of the wind. The storm was relentless, Hell on earth as it's fury was placed upon the land in the form of the mighty elements. I was conceived beneath very little shelter. A shallow crevice in a rocky cliff side. An old badger den, or maybe it was fox? My nose was not attuned to it's purpose yet, and I was left, shivering and blind in the darkness. My father did nothing to assure my safety against the aggression from above, my mother was too weak to even lift her head. As the drought kept up, I felt water for the first time. And with it, the bitter feeling of the cold. It was Autumn, I was later told, but I haven't gotten that far yet.
I remember waking up. There was no warmth from my mothers flesh now. Her fur even seemed without any luster of life. This strange essence filled me, the scents from the world around hitting the back of my throat, suffocating me. I opened my eyes and struggled with my blurry vision as my skull seemed to be swimming with the unknown. I didn't know it then, but it was blood that made me dizzy, the smell, the sight, everywhere. My father spoke and I turned to him, a large creature with bright red eyes, blazing compared to the flood of color pooling around me. His eyes were a bright contrast against his dark pelt, the fur thick and dotted with gray and white. I'm still unsure if the markings were always there, or if it was the beginning of his winter coat shedding the unnecessary fur.
I found that I could move my legs now, stand on them. It took a few tries, but I managed, all the while oblivious to the substances sticking throughout my pelt. Until that dark creature before me told me to taste it. The blood from my mothers body. That was my first impression of death, and my first meal. Except, it came with a catch.
"You bathe in this blood. You taste it. To drink it, seals your fate. Will you become the Reaper, my son? I creature damned to serve only one God?"
I didn't quite understand everything that, that one sentence portrayed back then. I couldn't grasp it at such a young age. I could barely understand the voice, or who it belonged to. But I was hungry, and so I drank and fed from my mothers corpse. A battered, bloody mess of flesh and fur that I did not recognize as the creature that had birthed my very existence.
That was a long time ago. Back when my father assured that I would live long enough to make my first kill. I did with flawless grace at the age of two. The very first creature I took down without the aid of that larger, black beast constantly at my back. He watched from the sidelines and let me feed from the warm cadaver of my prey, and when I had filled myself with the tender, moist flesh, he approached me. He gave me advice. The title of a powerful Warsfeil, whom I should seek out for my own training to become something greater. This man would become everything to me, he had said.
And then, he left.
I never physically saw my father again after that night. However, I have spoken with him since my third birthday. The day I found my teacher. It was no surprise that my father had found himself eternal rest. He had been old, and now that he had been given a son, his purpose in life had been filled.
My tutor was a merciless creature who had given me a name, a reason to kill, unimaginable powers. A wolf who had put me through hell. That's all that really needs to be said about that. He helped me awaken my gift. Taught me how to speak with my God; the creature I solely live and kill for. Osyrus.
Now that I had been given these powers, I managed to surpass the proud wolf that had given them to me. And by his law, the way of life he had taught me throughout that year, I killed him. Those that did not benefit you were better off dead. That was what I had learned, and I would follow that path.
Until..
I found Kaza'rhun. This was the perfect opportunity for me to work in numbers. These fools had willingly chosen to the wrong side and the wrong business to deal in. These creatures, these wolves, were unknowingly condemning themselves. Who was I to defy them a little guidance?
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We walk in bright colors, like we were only born to fade away;;
Just a little more..
[/font]Just a little more..
Indeed.^^
--- * If I had to choose a theme song, it would be: Undecided, as of now.
--- * I almost forgot!:
He's an asshole? C:
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I know, those bright eyes. A reflection of mine, that were slowly fading;;
My loving master..
[/font]My loving master..
Ghost
[/center][/size]Age;; Seventeen.
Experience;; Seven to eight years. Off and on.
Characters;; Murder is the only one, as of now.
Aliases;; Ghost. Noctis.
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