Post by Khronos on Jul 25, 2010 22:27:15 GMT -5
We were young;;
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[/center][/font]Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.
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 Nos ; Khro
--- I've been around for 3 summers.
--- And I was born on December 13th
--- Last time I checked I was male
--- I am 137 cenitmeters tall, and I weigh 120 pounds.
--- I prefer both as my partners.
--- You may notice that I am a Cosmos.
--- Hey, I'm not 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 down my beck and on my crest as well as on my loins and along my tail. They are a mixture of black and gray tints.
--- I have a lean, yet muscular form.
--- If you look in to my eyes you'll notice they're green with gold flecks and with a round pupil.
--- My pads are black
--- And my tongue, teeth and gums are normal, with my tongue being a soft pink, my gums being a mild gray, and my teeth being shiny ivory.
--- I wouldn't call them deformities, but on my body I have an extra two rows of ribs, and elongated claws.
--- Ouch, I've got one scar on my skullery that runs from between my left eye and ear to my jaw.
--- I'm cursed with complete blindness during the day, but unbelievable hearing.
--- To you, I probably sound like Phillip Labonte.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRrU2RFX3_U )
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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;; Khronos is a loyal friend. He is willing to go out of his way for the better good of his companions. He will do everything he can to ensure the safety of those he cares about most, and would give the ultimate sacrifice for the protection of his family and friends- his own life.
--- The Bad;; Khronos has been known to be ill-tempered towards anyone who tends to get in his way or cause him trouble. He is not violent, but can become rude and unmannerly.
--- The Dirty;; Khronos is easily excitable when in the line of seduction. He is not one to rush anything, due to his better judgement, but he is always willing to grow close to a beautiful femme.
- Sunsets
- Swimming at night
- Exploring
- Full moons
- Night birds
--- I'm not fond of:
- Sunrises
- Daylight
- Loud noises
--- I have a few quirks and habits:
- Climbing trees and scaling cliffs
(At least one.)
--- My strengths would probably be:
- Hearing is exceptional during the day
- Small and often looked down upon, but really tough
- Night vision is unbelievable
--- My weaknesses would probably be:
- Glowing fur at night often makes hunting difficult
- Breaks down in severe heat
- Unable to reason with enemies
--- Shh, I have a secret:
- When I was younger, I witnessed my brother being murdered by renegades while my mother and father were out. I tell no one of this because I feel as though it's my fault I didn't save him.
--- I have to admit, I'm afraid of:
- Fire
- Not being able to protect loved ones
--- Hey, I'm proud of my accomplishments, and I'm ashamed of my failures:
- My greatest accomplishment has been surviving after I was abandoned. My greatest failure was not being able to save my brother.
--- Oh, and you should probably know that:
I am very resourceful.
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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..
Varaha is deceased, and Khronos makes sure to visit her burial site before the winter solstice every year.
Italus is missing, and Khronos has never stopped searching for him, despite the likeliness that he has been killed.
--- I was born along side:
My brother, Demothi is deceased.
--- I would have to say my best memory so far is:
watching the sunset from the peak of a mountain as a pup, before my daytime vision was completely gone.
--- I would have to say my worst memory so far is:
Being attacked by a renegade wolf at the age of 4 months and receiving the scar that embellishes my skullery.
--- Let me tell you a story about myself:
I was raised in the belly of the wilderness. I was cared for by my mother alone after my father mysteriously vanished. My mother was always tense, and always watching for my brother and myself, careful not to let us get too far out of sight. When we grew to the age of four months, our mother granted us leniency, and in turn, allowed herself to occasionally go off on to hunt for food, leaving us at home. As time passed on, my mother would stay away for longer periods of time, but would return every night nonetheless. It didn't take many moons before she found herself in trouble, ambushed by a small renegade of hungry brutes. In a desperate attempt at escaping, she retreated to our den, the attackers not far behind her. The drakes cornered her, backing her deep into our den, and jumped. They mauled her, and she had no defense except to fight back. My brother and I watched helplessly, not knowing what to do. As my mother fought to protect us, she had felled two of the three offenders, and had the final attacker in a standoff at the mouth of the hollowed log our small family used as refuge. Demothi and I, horrified, watched as they lashed out at each other, blow after blow striking the each other. Contrails of crimson life arced through the silent air, and after what seemed to the us as hours, the movements of both wolves slowed, and as if by a magnetic force, the last attacker from the ambush was laying flat on the ground. As our mother made her way sluggishly to the deepest depth of the den to rest, no words were exchanged between her and us. Her sustained injuries were severe, and with no medical knowledge, my brother and I were of no use to the remediation of her pains. Lacking critical medical attention, her life darkened, and I was with my brother in the world. I no longer think about that night, and how I found myself in search of a safe home for my brother and I. Only a few months after our mothers death, we had found refuge in an abandoned shed. We resided here until a dreary day in late fall, when we came face to face with a hungry stray dog. It plunged into our shed, lashing out at me and Demothi, until my brother was slain. The scar on my face is my only reminder of that night, aside from the pain, guilt, and longing for my brother. It was many moons before I made the decision to settle down in a safe realm, a member of a pack in a far away realm.
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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?
--- * If I had to choose a theme song, it would be: Blood on my Hands by The Used
--- * I almost forgot!:
My character is a wise guy.
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I know, those bright eyes. A reflection of mine, that were slowly fading;;
My loving master..
[/font]My loving master..
Elizabeth-Marie
[/center][/size]Age;; 16
Experience;; 4 years.
Characters;; No others on this site.
Aliases;; Ellie, please.
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