Post by tank on Jul 17, 2010 13:24:45 GMT -5
We were young;;
[/size]The Aggressor Tank
[/center][/font]"I don't have to wait any longer to become king"
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 Tank, Tankie(Kash only), T
--- I've been around for 5 summers.
--- And I was born on Oct 30th
--- Last time I checked I was male
--- I am 198.12 cm tall, and I weigh 200 pounds.
--- I prefer females as my partners.
--- You may notice that I am a Secular.
--- Hey, I'm 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 on my shoulders and my hips are white dots, my face is all white , along my paws are two stripes of white and red. And behind my head is a large red X.
--- I have a (Body type) form.
--- If you look in to my eyes you'll notice they're red with a dark red round pupil pupil.
--- My pads are a dark red color
--- And my tongue, teeth and gums are Long sharp teeth like a deep sea-fish, very deadly and ghastly, they can cut threw bone, they are made of the same essence as ivory, My ton is pitch black that reminds me of a reptile it is long and thin, but it is rough like a cats tongue, my gums are oddly soft pink color and my teeth are a nice pearly white
--- wouldn't call them deformities, but on my body I have scars that lace my under side as well as my right front paw
--- Ouch, I've got a swirl like scar on my front left paw from an accident that i had when i was younger as well as small scars that cover my body from fights
--- I'm cursed with Cri Du Chat, Chronic Depression and Sadism
--- To you, I probably sound like Darcia from Wolves rain
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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;; There really is nothing good about tank, other then he is an awesome fighter and a rather excellent hunter[. This male is someone you do not want to cross path's with./b]
--- The Bad;; Psycho. This brute knows nothing about the word: Normal. Tank is a lean, mean, killing machine. If something crosses his path, there are no second thoughts. Tank lives in his own little world, what he sees is far different than what it really is. In other words: Reality. Almost as if he lives in a nightmare. This wolf feels no pain, shows no fear, and doesn't hesitate to attack. When depressed, angry, nervous, any of those negative emotions... Tank will harm himself to frighten others. Little known is why he gets a kick outta harming himself. Tank gets pleasure from self-inflicting pain. If blood was a drug Tank would be addicted. Doesn't matter if its another' blood, or his own... He can't live a day without the bloody sensation in his mouth. Tank stalks around the land with bloody legs and a bloody maw, and is always on the lookout for a fight.
--- The Dirty;; Tank has not been with a female yet to have pups. He has only been with one female that is Kashmore.
- Kashmore
- Blood
- Fighting
(List your characters likes above. Please, three or more)
--- I'm not fond of:
- young wolves
- Rain
- Males
(List your characters Dislikes above. Please, three or more)
--- I have a few quirks and habits:
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(At least one.)
--- My strengths would probably be:
- my shear will to fight
- the fact that i will never back down from anyone
- and the ability to not feel pain or show any fear
(Three please)
--- My weaknesses would probably be:
- the ladies sadly enough
- Snow
- grassy feilds
(Three please)
--- Shh, I have a secret:
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Kashmore, the love i hold for the female. I keep everything bottled inside and i show no one the feelings i have for the female by being aggressive and mean towards her when everyone is around, But then when we are alone i am soft and gentle.
--- I have to admit, I'm afraid of:
- Never finding Kashmore
- heights
(List their fears. At least two)
--- Hey, I'm proud of my accomplishments, and I'm ashamed of my failures:
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One of my greatest goals in my life was ruling many packs that ended up ruling over the entire lands, though i am ashamed that i can not seem to be able to show the love i want toward Kash
--- Oh, and you should probably know that:
Just plain NUTS
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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..
Nali is unknown if to be alive or dead, and unknown to where she is now, though she is not where i am to this day
Rapture is Dead, and he will never come back again
--- I was born along side:
(Do they have any siblings? If so, follow the same procedure below)
My brother, Zombe is Alive, and I do not know where he is and i am sure he will never show his face around here
--- Other significant people in my life are/were:
Kashmore- My one love
Nahani- Adopted Son
--- I would have to say my best memory so far is:
Meeting kashmore and never wanting to leave her side though i was forced to due to the fact she was chased off by her father. She is the only thing that keeps me sane
--- I would have to say my worst memory so far is:
losing kashmore, it kills me to know that i can not see her stunning face ever again
--- Let me tell you a story about myself:
There once was an Alpha, the king of the pack. It was him who chose his queen. The king's brother had a pack not to far away from their land. It was then, when the queen was pregnant... That it was time for the two packs to join as one large pack. This litter of pup's would be the king and queen's first litter, and the new start of their pack. Legend was held that every seventh generation of pups would be a great one, and if only one pup was born... It would be the former king or queen.
The entire pack chanted the night the queen went into labor. The entire night, they chanted, "The Tank! The Tank!" By this time, all hope was on the resurrection of the new king or queen. When the pup was finally born, their legend had been fulfilled. A small male pup was born, therefore, he was the prince of the pack, and the formal king.
Six months later, the prince had grown nearly half his father's size. The king and the prince did everything together. The pack had their suspicions when the young prince acted differently from the rest of the pack. One day, the king and the prince went out for a hunt. The king led him into the forest, this was going to be the princes first hunt. A herd of deer caught the sight of the two wolves. The king told him everything he needed to know about hunting. But the young prince only smirked, an evil aura forming around his body. The king left off first, and the prince followed.
A large white-tailed buck darted off, the prince knew he could out run his old father, and so he did, flying past the king. The prince leaped onto the deer, biting down in his neck, just to hold on. The prince chuckled, shouting for the king to save him. The prince waited, the evil glare attached to his face as the king approached to save his beloved son. The buck reared up, kicking its hard hooves right into the king's skull. The king fell, laying on the cold dirt motionless. The prince continued to chuckle, jumping off the deer and padding to his injured father. "I don't have to wait any longer to become king..." The prince killed his father.
Not long after the incident, the pack approached the prince, asking about the king. The prince said the prey kicked his father, automatically killing him. The pack was distressed, but knew what had to be done. With the king perished, the prince would have to take his place.
As the new king now at the age of two, the entire pack had to obey him. They were not aloud to do anything without the king's orders. The new king only watched as his pack suffered. He wouldn't allow them to eat or drink. The queen pleaded her son for food, but the desperate cry only brought her death. The new king killed his father, and his mother, and was now watching and waiting for the rest of his pack to diminish. Any of his pack mates who tried to stop him were on deaths row. It wasn't too long until the entire pack perished. The only one standing was the king, who was now called... Tank.
Years passed and Tank still held the title of King, even though there was no one to rule over. He didnt care. He loved the power and loved the authority. He soon went off and went to find something to play with but he was suprised by a loud bang and as soon as he turned around something had hit him right in the back of his skull. the massive brute fell to the ground. His eyes rolling into the back of his head the last thing he seen was blood flowing over his face. He didn't wake for many months and in those months something had happened to the male.
He awoke to bright white lights and tall figures standing above him with sharp objects. as soon as they noticed he was coming to they quickly injected him with a sedative. He went back into a heavy sleep and awoke in a pin were there were tall fences, buildings, and many other things. the male stood ad was unstable and walked a little bit tryin to get his footing. He soon gained it and was walking around the large pin. He snarled and lunged at the walls and would rip his jaws open and would just laugh at the pain and continue to do so till the humans cam in with a cattle prod and shocked him. He snarled and would go back into the darkness till dark and would continue to rip open his jaws just to taste the blood.
He came across a small puddle and seen his looks. what did they do to him! He was a monster! He had a white face and a black body, blood feel from his mouth as he stood there looking at himself. He snarled and then slashed the water and padded away. He slammed his head into a rock and snarled some as the marking on his back which was an X opened up and began to bleed all over the ground. He laughed and let out a demonic and horrifying howl.
"The new meaning of The Tank was the resurrection of the devil...."
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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..
have you read the rules? YES
--- * If I had to choose a theme song, it would be: The animal i have become
--- * I almost forgot!:
Nothing
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I know, those bright eyes. A reflection of mine, that were slowly fading;;
My loving master..
[/font]My loving master..
I am known by many names, Ax, Axers, Aerin, tank, Nyxxie, Nyx
[/center][/size]Age;; (How old are you?)
Experience;; 7+
Characters;; Aerin
Aliases;; Aerin Or Ax
Give credits!
Character copyright to;;Tank
Design copyright to;;Tank
Quote copyright to;;Tank
Image copyright to;;Flickr
Oh, hey. This template was created by Noctis for Memento Mori's uses only. Do not steal this, it is considered plagiarism. All lyrics in this template are copyright to the band Mass Undergoe. I do not take credit for them.
