Post by Dioxide on Dec 16, 2010 18:24:34 GMT -5
` HI, MY NAME IS FIRST !
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[/img][/center]HERE'S ANOTHER PITY AND THERE'S ANOTHER CHANCE !
` FULL NAME ! Nothing more than an Atrocity.
` NICKNAMES ! What more do you want?
` DATE OF BIRTH AND AGE ! Creating living Hells for 4 years ; first breath drawn 10/23.
` SEXUALITY ! He’s all over the place; not really sure where he wants to settle on that matter.
` SPECIES GROUP ! An demon possessed Dire Wolf.
` SUB - SPECIES ! N/A
TRY TO LEARN A LESSON BUT YOU CAN'T !
` COAT COLORS ! Colored like tar and tears he isn’t friendly to the eye. His base pelt is a soft, never ending, black. The solid color seems to swirl and constantly shift on his body, like a mass of roiling dark clouds; ready to release a storm at any moment. He would perfectly blend into any shadow if it weren’t for the fact that he…glowed. Dotting his stilts at regular intervals are florescent neon orbs of blue. They look like they are made of glass, but they are implanted into his flesh; not likely to come out even with a great amount of pulling. Each crystal ball emits a bright and constant shinning of sapphire luminosity, like little nightlights implanted in his legs. These glowing sparkler spheres can be found on other parts of his body as well; like his face, back, and even his tail. On his face they are sunk into the skin right below his eyes; three below each eye; forming a curved line. On his back they are implanted on each side of his spine; creating a double helix of cyan brilliance that travels down his spine. Looking for them on his tail you will only find them near the tip, not even on his flesh but free floating in his silken tresses of ebony fur. If you try touching them to pull them out they simply vanish, either fading into his fur or sinking into his flesh; still emitting a deep throbbing radiance from beneath his tissue. Once you get past those stars you will be drawn to his eyes. They are solid silver, not shimmery though, a darker, deeper, color; like dried silver ink, more of a flat silver then a glittering color. His pupils are long and narrow like a snake’s colored gleaming ebony with very faint hints of violet. Despite what has been said so far, he isn’t only colored azure and black. Striping his stilts are narrow ivory lines that seem creamy. More of this creamy coloring can be found near his eyes; the color outlines his silver eyes and then splatters down his face; like tears or wet paint. Another quality that is very noticeable are the two gleaming cobalt horns that sprout from his head, arching up from his crown elegantly to pierce the air. They are cracked with ebony and lend a dangerous and almost godly air to him.
` EYES ! A monotone silver with slated ebony and violet hued pupils.
` ORAL COLOR ! Ebony tongue with glittering teal fangs; wanna look and see?
` HEIGHT ! Towering at 6 feet.
` WEIGHT ! Lighter for his breed at 185 pounds .
` MARKINGS ! Could markings be is luminescent spheres of brilliance?
` DEFORMITES ! Deformities? You make it sound like a bad thing; what with his cobalt horns reaching 30 inches and his glowing orbs.
` WINGS ! No wings are attached to this nightmares support. [/size]
WITH OUT A CHANGE OUR LIVES WILL NEVER LAST !
` LIKES ! Likes? Let me see what is appropriate to mention; he likes unruly males and females he can break. He likes the glowing luminaries that adorn his stormy canvass of ebony. He adores piercing objects with his elegantly carved horns; hearing the flesh ‘pop’ as he penetrates it. He likes any shade of blue. He loves the night sky when the stars are covered by storm clouds.
` DISLIKES ! Dislikes? Hmm, let me think. To tell you the truth this hellion doesn’t find the taste of blood satisfying though he’s spilled enough blood to grow addicted. He dislikes the snow, especially when he has to tromp through it to get somewhere. He hates it when wolves grovel; it’s pathetic and gives other wolves a bad look. He hates, hates, hates little angelic wolves who think they can breathe goodness into a dark soul.
` STRENGTHS/SKILLS ! Strengths: Atrocity has an influence very parallel to Pheromone Manipulation; he has the ability to mentally prod you towards emotions, whether its to still you, anger you, or even make you feel suicidal. Another skill he harnesses is the knack to invade dreams; he can’t influence your dream or do anything related to that, but he can watch and learn. Any dream will generally inform him of the dreamer’s name, age, and sometimes their greatest fear.
` WEAKNESSES ! Weaknesses include; demented pups, ‘cause he really does care, Snow storms/blizzards, and severe lightning storms because, every so often, the lightning will come along a shock him through his horns.
` FEARS ! Atrocity fears little, but what he does fear is Mr.Death. Who doesn’t though? He also gets wired feelings at times that he is dammed to go to Abadan; why this alarms him he doesn’t really know.
` WANTS ! He doesn’t want much; just total rule and free reign to cause what he was named after.
` QUIRKS/HABITS ! He has the strange habit or arguing with himself and, occasionally, says ‘we’ and ‘us’ instead of ‘me’ and ‘I’. Also at times he lapses into speaking French; though he cannot remember where he learned the language.
` PERSONALITY SUMMARY ! Atrocity is nothing but a disaster waiting to break loose. He has the intelligence to make doomsday strategy and the brute force to carry it out. He was never truly taught wrong from right, good from bad, so his boundary lines are dreadfully indistinct; if they are there at all. His mood is more than shifty, one second he could be tame and, dare I say it?, Understanding, but in a single heartbeat he will readily wrap his shimmering teeth of teal around your throat just to see your reaction. There are times when he can make you feel understood and even loved then tear you apart piece by piece to see how you crumble. He would exterminate you before you could bat an eyelash and he wouldn’t find it immoral in any way; whereas he would find it off beam for a pup to have a hard living. He takes pleasure in the feeling of pelt on pelt, but refuses to be the acceptor of such feelings. He is power-hungry and to shockingly cruel for his own good and he wouldn’t hesitate to make you fall if it pleased him.
YOU CAN SIT BESIDE ME WHEN THE WORLD COMES DOWN !
` PACK ! He uses the Venduus to carry out his chaos.` MOTHER ! Mommy dearest we shall dub you Nyx.
` FATHER ! Daddy we shall identify you as Delos.
` SIBLINGS ! He’s an only child, probably a good thing.
` RELATIONSHIP STATUS ! He doesn’t have an ember to ignite his sub-zero heart.
` HISTORY ! Atrocity’s mommy was a bit of a Harlot; always out and about, never thinking about the consequences of her fun. Until she got that prego look that is. Oh, then it was a big deal; she wasn’t pretty anymore; not with a bulging belly. Atrocity had ruined her, it was all her fault this had happened; bad bad baby. She didn’t know who the father was of course, but she didn’t need him! She was a strong, if not very emotional, wolf. Too bad she couldn’t get over the thought that her mess up was her babies fault. When he was born his mother called him Atrocity: because he was a cruel gift from the gods. Little baby Atrocity didn’t get his luminescent orbs until weeks later; exactly when his eyes opened. His mother was even more disgusted then, but attracted as well. Her little boy was repellent in a striking way; something many wolves would be engrossed in. So she waited until Atrocity was the age of 1 ½; before she put her preparations to effort. She gathered a few of her old ‘friends’ and brought them to see her little lad. Oh, they were interested all right; both males and females. Atrocity’s mother fed off of his ‘success’, earning free meals and a better home; a cozy cave hidden in a warm forest. She never once cared for what Atrocity felt; she was barely even around anymore. It was no surprise when he snapped; ripping the gentleman off his flipside and throwing him to the earth. He didn’t slaughter him, no, he just gouged the sir with his cobalt horns; leaving him to bleed on the flooring of the cavern, after that Atrocity was sickened by most wolves, particularly the fine and innocent ones, didn’t they not realize what a hellhole this world was?! He fled from his old terra, blacking out frequently until he stumbled into the lands of the misused and abused; the lands of the Vinduus. Here he wished to start his own reign, a collection of wolves he could use to stab the world and tear it downhill; make it look like the hell it really was.
IT DOESN'T MATTER THEN JUST TURN AROUND !
` NAME ! Lilith.
` RP EXPERIENCE ! Ehh, a little here, a bit there.
` OTHER CHARACTERS ! N/A.
` ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ! Slender legs of shadow carried the light bodice of Fracture, his nightmarish pelt sucking in the small amount of moonlight that struggled to find a way through the thick blanket of leaves above. Even with so little light reaching him, the two acidic splatters that stained the area above his orbs shone venomously. His large auds were set to fall forward, each step making them tilt to cover his gaze, a blessing for the few creatures that he glanced at. His lope was one of boredom, the tips of his paws grazing the ground with every mild step. Militant crystals scanned the surrounding shadows with curiosity and desire, always seeking and probing for the unknown.
The slender male appeared perfectly at ease in the distressing terra, his movements showing his possibly foolish confidence. Judging his body language one might mistakenly believe that he was the alpha of the realm, patrolling his manor against rogues. Many would believe that he was a weakling, barely stronger than a whelp, his bodice being so light weight. As if to goad others into fighting him, he didn’t merely trot, he pranced, an elegant array of movements while he paraded, jet streaked plume waving in the air like a convivial pup and moon bleached sentinels flopping playfully. He was a moving target for the more dominant brujos and harlots.
The beast’s movements didn’t falter as he was cast into shadow, all colors becoming bleached and dull. Still his toxic colorings seemed to shine, creating their own glow in the belligerent terra, marking him out to any nearby hunters. His maw slowly fell open, a drawbridge into the dungeon, showing his smoke stained razors, glittering with their star dust. With a slithering sound a long chartreuse tongue toppled from his gaping jowls, forked like a serpents. It probed before Fracture, stroking the air, gory sounds echoing in the silence that followed the nightmare inducing hellion.
With a last lap at the shadows, the prismatic tongue slipped back into the beast’s maw. A sharp grin slowly twisted the male’s kissers, some fang showing in the lurid grin. He may have looked placid before but now the demon looked absolutely garish, a living walking soul harvester. His toxic gaze pierced the shadows above him, the vivid grin still distorting his jowls. His maw opened a fraction to emit a low hissing growl, the sound scrapping up his throat to taint the air. For a brief moment his forked tongue darted out to pierce the air before retreating back to his orifice, the skin-crawling noise still emanating from the brujo.
The flesh-pealing cry was answered with a high pitched screech and a flutter of wings. Feathers fell from the abyss above as something fell from the sky, the miniscule slivers of moonlight that pierced the thick shadows making the falling object gleam with hues of rainbow. With another screeching cry the falling creature righted itself and landed on the appalling wolf, talons piercing its flesh so oily blood flowed onto its pelt. Once it had landed one could see that the creature was a raven with jet feathers and hostile amethyst stars. It screeched once again, the sound sending a racking shiver down the wolf’s body.
“Malachi” hissed the wolf, its voice raspy. The way the devil spoke made each word sound like it was covered in slime, its voice managing to sound raspy and wet all at once, like his maw was filled with oil. Along the brujo’s spine, a crest of spines was rising, standing at eight inches and creating a sound close to a rattlesnake’s tail. “Why are we here?” questioned the bird, its voice like silk. The wolf looked at his familiar and smiled, the action distorting his features into a revolting muddle. “Because I need to find Nightchild and her mate” Fracture hissed wetly, spines rattling in a smooth wave. The sleek bird just stared at the wolf, its gaze acidic.
Fracture laughed, the sound creating a picture of carnage. Slowly he raised his head, pointing his maw to the abyss above. His maw fell open with an audible snap, his exotic tongue slithering out to hang limply past his jaws. His chest expanded as air was drawn in to create a noise that pealed flesh. With a harsh hiss the hellion released his storage of oxygen. The sound that bled from him was, to say the least, filled with madness. It was a mixture of hissing, howling, and wet gloppy noises that bubbled from deep within his throat. The horrifying call echoed loudly before the shadows swallowed it, silencing it swiftly.
“Ventus and Nightchild, I call out for you and you two alone” Fracture growled, chartreuse tongue circling his maw before sliding into his orifice. The demon sat on his spiked haunches, Malachi clawing at his shoulder for better purchase. Fresh blood matted on his pelt from the Ravens piercing talons, looking like oil and stinking of rot. Now all he had to do was wait and see if either of the alphas had heard him, and if they had, would come. It wasn’t everyday you met a hellion like Fracture.
`Lyrics from All American Rejects. !
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