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Name: Morning Star
Species: skeleton dragon demon
Age: endless Appearance: What form could a demon have that was more primal, more wretched yet powerful, than that of a dragon? A massive creature, he is twice as large as a school bus, but much more graceful than that, even despite the ugly, asymmetric form of this two-faced, chimera monstrosity.
The beautiful side of him is striking indeed. His smooth white scales glow faintly, not harshly reflective, but with the delicate beauty of pearls or bone china. Locked tightly tgether, flowing almost seamlessly across his skin, they look deceptively thin, almost translucent. His body is lithe, with the faint outline of sinewy muscle beneath pale skin. He is slender but not to the point of being serpentine, achieving a delicate balance between Western and Eastern dragon. A ragged wing hangs limp, the thin skin between the joints torn to shreds, but the hooked claws are still clear and sharp. His legs are somewhat stout compared to his body, with massive white talons, tipped with curved and vicious looking, though rather dull, claws. His long tail has a tip covered in fine white fur, like that of a lion's. His neck too, has a neat line of fur, from the back of his head down to between his shoulders.
Where the horror begins, is on the other side of him. The right half of his body has nothing, nothing except a bare skeleton with nothing but a crazed eyeball stuck to his eye socket. No skin, no flesh, no organs, Only fragile looking bones, with secret resilience, bleached a perfect pearly white. The joints seem stuck together by a magical force, as they slowly creak with every movement. From a side view, one can see through the spaces of his sharp ribs, all the inner workings of his body are revealed. The flesh is rotting beneath the once pretty skin. Turning dark and festering, yet the blood never clots as it steadily drips between the divide of his two halves.
Nothing shows the anguish of his irreconcilable, pained body more than the expression stuck on his face. His jaw is forever pulled into a forced smile, or rather, a psychotic grimace. Curved fangs neatly line the edges of his maw. Though not blunt, they are far from sharp, having the dullness of a used pencil, and are only painful if pressure is applied. What's sharper are the two slender horns that protrude from the back of his head and curve upwards in dancelike curls. Two large, round, deep red eyes, shine faintly, like pools of blood, one of them bulging out of his skull socket. Unlike typical dragons, his dark brown pupils are circular rather than slits. His eyes glisten with such intense emotion, usually, either one of despair or ecstasy. Personality: wretched and divine WIP Strengths: He has survived the longest fall. What else is there that cannot be overcome? He does not need to eat or drink. He is immune to fire or any type of heat. His bones cannot be broken, nor will any injury or cut last for long. Every bodily damage can heal within minutes, though the same cannot be said for the psychological. It is not his choice to do so, but it will always happen. With uncanny vision, he can see far and near, in the total dark or in the blinding light. In fact, his eyes can stare straight into the soul, captivating the audience into a horrifying trance... not one of fear, but of a sick attraction, that despite the wretched hideousness, one could love a monster like him. If you didn't, perhaps the stench of rot would be enough to make one faint. Even more nauseating, he can cry blood, nosebleed, or vomit at will. For every part of his body except for wings, his strength is immense. If he can catch you, the grip of his claws or jaws are like steel,inescapable by force. Weaknesses: No, he doesn't breath fire (where would that even come from??). Yet the cold is unbearable to him, ice can freeze his bones and flesh, though without permanent harm. He's terribly unbalanced, of course, due to his assymetrical build. He is very slow in any physical movement and cannot be stealthy, not with his bones rattling and bloody trails dripping all over the ground. His wings are also useless, unable to fly but merely dragging behind him as a heavy hindrance. Thus, he is a terrible fighter, preferring to avoid any physical struggle. He also cannot smell at all, though perhaps that can be a good thing as he is immune to his own stench. The Pain. He is extraordinarily sensitive to pain, physical or emotional. Even if his body nor his countenance showed it, the right touch or the right words can trigger his dark memories, bad enough to make him let go and leave. In fact, he is almost always on the verge of a breakdown and prone to crying. Worst of all, he is immortal. A life of suffering is far worse than eternal death. Other: I see him in my dreams |
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Name: Mr. JackalSpecies: demon, sort of anthro but not really Gender: masculine Appearance: With a vague resemblance to his name, Mr. Jackal has the head of a canine. Like a jackal, he possesses a long, slender, jaw but the characteristics are too bizarre to be of any known species. Furless, smooth, and hard, his head is entirely ebony black, with contours too angular and geometrical to be that of any true animal, and instead appears as if it were carved out of onyx but had somehow lost its bright lustre. His large, broad, triangular ears are have razor sharp tips lined with serrated edges. His long jaws are lined with meticulous rows of small, triangular teeth, running in several rows like a shark, held together by white strings. Even the lifeless eyes are angular, with pitch-black irises in the shape of diamond slits. At intermittent intervals, they leak tears of diamond that trail down his face and clatter below on the floor, only to vanish mere minutes later. From the neck down is the vague figure of a masculine human, skin concealed by the many layers of his tattered black clothes. They change slightly from day to day but usually manifest in the form an old, worn tuxedo with a velveteen bow tie. Covering his hands are white gloves with small holes at the fingertips, openings from which glistening, curved black claws protrude. Had anyone miraculously gotten a chance to look at what's beneath his attire, they would find not flesh but rather, the surfaces of wood, stone, and plastic, forcibly patched together in a mis-matched collage. Mr. Jackal size can change at will, from a looming, twenty-foot tall monstrosity to the size of a small adult human. What is more shocking is his strange power to flatten, for his body to become nothing more than a two dimension image projected onto a surface, a haunting shadow as shallow and insubstantial as his soul.
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Name: Irisen Species: demon Appearance: Irisen is only emptiness in the shell of a humanoid female body. Unnaturally pale, alabaster, skin, smooth and tinted with a faint silver instead of beige because her blood is blue instead of red. She has luscious, silvery blue hair, perfectly straight and reaching down to her waist. Silver markings swirl across her limbs, like tattoos, but more refined and with an almost ethereal shine. They curl and spiral symmetrically across her arms, legs, and hands, but not her face. Despite their color, these markings don't glitter metallically, but instead have a smooth dullness to them. However, they can glow brightly in the dark if she wills it. Her vaguely oval face, smoothly sculpted and gently contoured in all the right places, is fairly attractive, though not in a sexual way. Perhaps she seems too cold and distant for that, with dull eyes and a unchanging, neutral expression. Her pointed chin matches her broad, pointed, almost triangularity shaped ears. She has thin, straight eyebrows, and bright sky blue eyes, with the irises streaked with darker greyish lines, forming a contrast, brilliant like gemstones. There's something about her eyes that seem lifeless, too unnatural, as if she were wearing colored contacts. Standing at 6 feet tall, she has rather prominent muscles for a female figure, though it is unlikely to be noticed as she usually wears loose fitting clothing. She has few natural curves. The exact nature of her clothes is fickle like the water, but they are usually, white or greyscale, occassionally accented with brown, but rarely colorful, and is easily forgettable since her exotic appearance. Overall, although she's shaped very close to a human, something still looks unreal, too meticulously designed, smooth, and flawless, more mannequin than flesh and blood. Personality: The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. Irisen is as cold as her icy looks imply. Nothing but blank stares and monotone voices could ever come from her face. On a special day, her demeanor is weakly flavored with the occasional hint of contempt or the brief flicker of surprise. Despite her glitzy exterior, Irisen is as dull as dirt. Her soulless existence can't feel anything at all. Neither love, nor fear, nor anger, can touch her. Apathy is her strongest emotion. She is enslaved to the will of hell itself, and her only role is to preserve evil, to freeze it into a cryogenic state against the fiery wrath of justice. She exists merely so that others more depraved than her can exist. But the cornerstone of her blank personality is her intense stubbornness in her duty. Strengths: Weaknesses: Backstory: Other: Name: Irisen 366 Alien Gender: female Age: ? Sexuality: ? Appearance: Unnaturally pale, almost albino, skin, smooth and tinted with a faint silver instead of beige because her blood is blue instead of red. She has luscious, silvery blue hair, perfectly straight and reaching down to her waist. Silver swirl markings swirl across her skin, like tattoos, but more refined. They curl and spiral symmetrically across her arms, legs, and hands, but not her face. Despite their color, these markings don't glitter metallically, instead having a smooth dullness to them. However, they can glow brightly in the dark if she wills it. Her vaguely oval face, smoothly sculpted and gently contoured in all the right places, is fairly appealing, though not in a sexual way. Perhaps she seems too cold and distant for that. Her pointed chin matches her broad, pointed, almost triangularity shaped ears. She has thin, straight eyebrows, and bright sky blue eyes, with the irises streaked with darker greyish lines, forming a contrast, brilliant like gemstones. There's something about her eyes that seem lifeless, too unnatural, maybe as if she were wearing colored contacts. Standing at 6 feet tall, she has rather prominent muscles for a female, though it is unlikely to be noticed as she usually wears thick and/or loose fitting clothing. Her body is large and overall, thick, but far from fat. Yet she has few natural curves. Her clothing is never determined by the weather or occasion; it's always comfortable and flowing, angelic in a simple style. It's usually white or greyscale, sometimes accented with brown, but rarely colorful, and is easily forgettable since her exotic appearance detracts from her attire. Overall, although she's shaped very close to a human, something still looks unreal, too meticulously designed, like a character out of simulation... Personality: Irisen exudes grace. She holds her head proud and high, with an impressive dignity. And indeed, she is a very accomplished woman, having been chosen to be a part of this innovative project. Very rational, she thinks in unbiased, simple calculations and connections. It's her job to figure things out. Without the tangle of confusing emotions, she has also become adept and blocking others from reading her thoughts. However, she rarely has anything to hide. Certainly, no malicious intentions, nor any indulgent could distract her from her duty. Unlike humans, she simply isn't wired for the pursuit of pleasure and the avoidance of pain. To be like such would be quite a disappointment. Of course, without empathy, she is capable of sinister acts, but carefully, the best measures have been taken to ensure that such would not happen unless utterly necessary. Although she holds an icy exterior and is hard to impress, she is calm, almost gentle. She doesn’t like fighting or conflict, but if anyone stands in her way, or (somehow) angers her, it will quickly be over, with her as the winner. Irisen is not one to be humiliated.Despite her glitzy exterior, she is quite dull in reality. There isn't much too her, she's empty inside, with more job experience than life experience. She's programmed to do, not feel. With her i's hard to carry any conversation that isn't about business, . But in the presence of others, she’s willing to accompany them quietly, which most do not mind. Perhaps it's her gentle smile, her angelic appearance, or her reputation for tolerance, but she has a calming aura that typically eases any awkward tension that comes with silent strangers. History: Mysterious. Discover more... nah nah I'm just too lazy now. Maybe we should work on building the setting and alien society first Strengths: The silver markings can glow at will, bright enough to create a light invisible to the human eye, allowing her to see in the dark. She’s also unusually resilient to the cold, even for one of her species. She's skilled at hiding her true thoughts beneath a mass of calculations, schedules, robotic processing. Her calm inducing skills actually comes from the ability to inject relaxing chemicals into your brain via her touch. Yeah, creepy. Weaknesses: She isn't the most adept at getting past her own mental barrier and using her telepathic powers to read others. Slow in conversation and languid in understand words. A low emotional capacity and understanding. She can be too self absorbed sometimes, often neglecting others, not foreseeing their strengths or flaws. Rough terrains, assymetry, haphazard surroundings and general untidiness disorient her. Too cautious and unused to new environments. Preferences: none, really, it doesn't show. Maybe you'll find out later.ces: ...none really, or at least it doesn’t show. Other: She doesn't speak using her real voice...You don't want to hear that. |
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Name: Benny Valencia Species: human Gender: male Age: 12-14 Appearance: Benny stands at an average height for his age, though he may seem younger due to his childlike appearance. Baby-faced, with round cheeks, he possesses a curiously innocent aura and a slightly feminine softness that makes him look almost androgynous. His facial features, though delicate, are well-proportioned, giving him a cherubic appearance. Despite their gentleness, his eyes are startling: owlishly large, they seem to be permanently dilated, with little of the whites showing. The irises have the unusual color and luster of emerald gemstones, giving him an unnerving quality, inhuman to say the least, and with the sort of piercing insight that only children can have. His curly hair forms dark, chocolate colored ringlets. Thick, luscious, and enviable, he is unwilling to have it cut, instead letting it run freely as it brushes down his neck and across his forehead, falling into his eyes. His mouth is usually ever-so-slightly open, thin yet pouty due to his downturned lower lip, which often twitches as if a smile, or a question, were dancing on the edge of his mouth. Frequently, but slowly, it spreads into a large, heartwarming smile, revealing bright white, but slightly crooked teeth, including small, yet particularly sharp, canines. Usually he looks somehow content yet confused at the same time, and itÂ’s not difficult to tell when his emotions are otherwise. He likes to exaggerate his facial expressions, bordering on histrionics. Benny has a slender frame, not in a lanky manner, but with a graceful agility, unusual for one of his awkward age. However, it is his figure is usually hidden beneath his baggy clothing, usually something haphazard-looking and doused in bright colors. His skin is smooth and slightly tanned, the color of sand. His dexterous fingers are always fidgeting, and his hands are either in his pockets or holding some random trinket (thank God for fidget spinners). Wings add-on: Flexible, eagle-like wings protrude from his shoulder blades, sporting cream-colored feathers speckles with chocolate brown. They're just large enough to allow him to glide but can't fly for long distances. His wingspan is slightly shorter than his height, just below 5 feet when spread, but his wings are retractable and can be folded into neatly compact, flat sheets against his back. Always smooth, downy, and carefully-groomed, his wings are his pride and joy. Personality: A more-than-cheerful, sunshine and rainbows kid, Benny has a vivid personality, to say the least. He presents himself with bubbly cheerfulness and an unwarranted confidence. Benny is very easygoing and rarely a complainer. An eccentric (or maybe just stupid) child, he carries a fascination with the frivolous, and the mundane: doors, chairs, buttons, mountains. Though he may make a foolish impression and often pretends to be gullible, he is a lot more clever than he seems at first glance. Enthusiastic even without a good reason, he is ever the optimist, almost to an unrealistic extent. He probably would be an anachronic hippie, except heÂ’s not actually that peace-loving, because then, nothing fun would ever happen. Benny enjoys being around people, although itÂ’s doubtful whether the inverse is true. He has strange patterns of speech, which includes a habit for stating the obvious, and otherwise spewing whimsical nonsense. He speaks quickly and smoothly, yet leaves unfinished sentences followed by long periods of silence, as if a stream of sounds had leaked out of his mouth, exhausting his supply of words. He likes to repeat phrases, often in different contexts, and invent “witty maxims” that actually make little sense. Because of his age, no one believes them anyways, but he is certain they sound sophisticated enough to be taken seriously if he were older. Though not a liar, heÂ’s not the most honest, either and he delights in confusing people. ItÂ’s doubtful that he himself knows whatÂ’s going on most of the time, but he always seems certain that heÂ’s correct. He possesses a good deal of curiosity, ambition, and just the right amount of slyness. He has a decent intellect as well as a large vocabulary for his age, but lacks common sense. Reckless, he too-often lets his impulses take the wheel, confident enough that he can escape should anything go wrong. Although exasperatingly stubborn on a few points, he is prone to changing his mind on most things, being flexible in his viewpoints. He easily attaches himself to those he takes a liking to, and proves to be strongly loyal. He isnÂ’t quick to anger, unless someone he loves is at stake. Brief and blunt when it comes to dealing with meaningful emotions, he might seem insensitive, but he is actually very capable of empathy, and does his best to be comforting. Despite his generally open-hearted personality, he is surprisingly well at keeping secrets, of both his own and of others. Though not a liar, he’s not the most honest, either and he delights in confusing people. It’s doubtful that he himself knows what’s going on most of the time, but he always seems certain that he’s correct. He possesses a good deal of curiosity, ambition, and just the right amount of slyness. He has a decent intellect as well as an expanded vocabulary, but lacks common sense. Reckless, he too-often lets his impulses take the wheel, confident enough that he can escape should anything go wrong. Although exasperatingly stubborn on a few points, he is prone to changing his mind on most things, being flexible in his viewpoints. He easily attaches himself to those he takes a liking to, and proves to be strongly loyal. He isn’t quick to anger, unless someone he loves is at stake. Brief and blunt when it comes to dealing with meaningful emotions, he might seem insensitive, but he is actually very capable of empathy, and does his best to be comforting. Despite his generally open-hearted personality, he is surprisingly well at keeping secrets, of both his own and of others. Strengths: Weaknesses: Backstory: Other: Based off a friend. Green eyes if using for realistic RP. |
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Name: Twelven Mareau Gender: female Age: 17 Sexuality: pansexual Wolf Appearance: Twelven is a slender wolf, with longer than average legs and fur windswept, ruffle tufts down her neck and on her chest. She maintains a graceful, wild, yet haughty air that surrounds her rebellious spirit. Her tail, like a brush in the air, is always subtly moving. Thin, cream colored bands lace around her lower legs and ankles. Her paw pads are a dark, rocky blue-grey color which are hard and sturdy from years of running along the rocky edges of the beachside cliffs. Her almond eyes are a pale greenish yellow, closer to a cat's than a canine's. Aound her eyes lay unusual and complex markings. The inside of her mouth is a pale green, and she has more teeth than normal, small but neatly lined and wicked sharp, like a dolphin's. She has large ears, the tips of which are a dark cobalt blue. From the back of her ears, down her neck, back, and tail, are a marking, draped across the length of her body like a cloak, manifesting as an enchanted waterfall cascading down her flanks, the solid color devolving into swirls and twirls, hues gradually lighter colors the further . Across her chest lay two pale teal markings, vaguely crescent-shaped but facing upwards, the lower one slightly larger than the upper. They are similar to the color of her pelt, . rugged and free-spirited. Human Appearance: Twelven is blessed with a uniquely intriguing appearance. Her oval face is somewhat long but not unhandsome, with a healthy glow and the faint outline of high cheekbones. Below her tall, slightly ridged nose are full lips, gently puckered and usually fashioned into an uncertain pout. However, her stunning features are the almond, hazel eyes that glimmer with innocent curiosity yet have the capability of an unnerving stare when confronted. If one looks closely, her irises are composed of a myriad mish-mash of varying shades of green, brown, and even flecks of yellow, not smoothly blended together but instead splintered into minuscule polygons of a chaotic fashion. Her skin is pale but with a tinge of gentle peach. Oddly enough, it is reluctant towards tanning but is not easily sunburned. Her hickory brown hair is shaped in subtle waves and usually worn loose, though sometimes braided or in a simple ponytail. The fine fibers half cover her delicate, almost elfen ears and cascade down her back like a river, stopping just short of her hips. Her tall height is only emphasized by her strict posture and she has a decent build. She is not curvy by any means, but has a narrow waist and legs long and shapely enough to nearly rival that of a Barbie doll. She is fond of wearing jewelry and gear such as feathers, more natural than blingy. Perhaps it is still not the most appropriate attire for a president's daughter, but she has always been rebellious in her own discreet way. Although she takes pride in her appearance, it is not in her nature to be glamorous or flashy; she instead prefers simple but suave, free flowing dresses or blouses of cool colors. Personality: Twelven may be quiet, but she is far from shy, carrying an easy confidence in her demeanor. When she does speak, there is a distinctly commanding quality to her airy voice: alluring with a hint of eeriness, smooth but strong, which only emphasizes the forcefulness of her words. However, she is too fickle and stubborn to be a natural leader yet. An intensely private individual, she is strangely awkward to be around outside of a formal setting, though she may not realize it. Eccentric, she has the unnerving tendency to lie unmoving in the same pose when deep in thought. And despite her clever way with speaking, she is clearly introverted and would greatly offense to any prying into her personal matters. Any supposed loyalty she professes should be taken with a grain of salt. If she finds a common goal or a quality to respect, she would be glad to help you. But it takes quite a while to gain her complete trust, if at all. This distrust doesn't stem from cynicism, but rather from wary self-reliance. Strong-willed and independent, Twelven hates accepting help unless absolutely necessary, but she will always repay her debts, no matter how much she dislikes it. On the other hand, wrong her and she will surely take revenge. Mercy will not come easy in such a situation. Twelven may look like a calm, peaceful hippie, but, contrary to her free-spirited appearance, she is surprisingly cold beneath her politely charming exterior. Her aesthetic isn't a pretense of seeming sweet, it's merely her creative expression. Not the most virtuous in character, Twelven hovers on a moral ambiguity. Perhaps she does hold a faint sense of justice, but her capability for kindness is hampered by her emotional indifference. She is also reluctantly indulgent and selfish, maybe not completely, but her selfishness is still strong enough to dictate most of her decisions as she gives little care for others' opinions. However, is not depraved, and would not intentionally exploit the innocent. Although she has the potential to be cruel, it is only used when angered. Anger is a weapon she chooses carefully, a cool blade to sharp words and magic fight you no qualms about fighting and cowardice not even crosses her mind. Twelven prefers to be blunt and get straight to the point; she harbors an intense dislike for frivolous gossip. Although easily annoyed, she can't bring herself to be petty because she's too weary of mundane squabbling. Resourceful and pragmatic, Twelven may not seem organized, but she can manage efficiently using her own methods. She is also clever with her hands and enjoys crafts. Artistically inclined, she has a deep fascination with things she finds beautiful or intriguing. She is also quite talented which leads to subconsciously thinking highly of herself. One shouldn't ever boss her around, even if she may do so to others. Others tend to annoy her, so if she doesn't mind your company, take it as a sign of goodwill. However, she does have a particular affinity with animals and children and is more tolerant of them. Strengths: + excellent swimmer + She has a specific but useful skill of important information within a barrage of useless filler (just like in politics!) Weaknesses: - She sleeps a lot. It might seem to be a waste of time for her busy age, by for your own safety, don't interrupt her sleep - a lack of empathy Other: Birthday: June 16 |
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Name: Kira London Gender: male Age: adult Human Appearance: Wolf Appearance: Kira is a medium sized canine with an ordinary frame, leaning slightly on the slim side. Still, the outline of his lithe muscles are subtly visible beneath his glistening pelt and he sports particularly long legs. His paws are large for his size and well suited for running and balance, but the claws are quite small, in fact, almost nonexistent and useless, an impractical appendage that he dislikes. With average length fur of a tannish brown hue, his coloring might be considered rather plain if it weren't for the darker brown colored markings on his back: a fluid cape that drizzles down his flanks like melted chocolate. His points are colored in lighter hues, with his his underbelly, paws, inner ears, and muzzle are a creamy beige and the tip of his fuzzy tail is splotched in white. He keeps his pelt well groomed, as his meticulous personality deems it necessary. Kira's jaw is slender but well-defined, encasing sharp, pearly white, and perfectly aligned teeth, a feature he is quite proud of. His muzzle is topped with a small nose of dull, matte pink, the same color as his paw pads. His eyes are a pale, cool blue, like the water of a mountain stream, and just as cold and clear, holding an aloof, almost bored expression. Three small dots of descending size trail from besides his left eye like dark, chocolate-colored tears, markings that dirty his otherwise blemish-free face and give him an aura of shadowed cynicism. Optional: Due to his Vitiligo defect, he has some whitish patches throughout his body, the most noticeable ones being a triangular shaped marking on the center of his back , and a dollop on his muzzle. His vitiligo gives his pelt a slightly messy appearance, which he is not pleased with, as he believes the random placement of those white markings it clashes with his pelt's colors. This makes it harder for him to blend into the environment, unless it is snowy. Personality: At first glance, Kira conveys the exact portrait of what a wolf should be to a human: silent yet tense, wild yet peculiarly clever, free-spirited yet calm, with some brooding quality of his composure imposing a rather intimidating air despite his average size. Aloof and possessing an almost callous disregard for the affairs of others, he conveys a slight disdain in the expression of his eyes which he likes to hide beneath smooth and witty, if often meaningless, articulations. Despite his imposing stance, he is typically passive in his behavior and never one to lead or give orders. Yet, while he has no wish to dominate over others, he despises being talked down to. Strong-willed and independent, he is neutral towards authority and only follows orders if he deems them to be practical, or if he is in need of something productive to do. Thus, he is not the most ideal model of pack unity, and does get into disputes from time to time. Yet, he would never think to leave this pack: For not only is this territory a lovely place, it would be too difficult to find another purpose in life worthy of his dedication. As a meticulous and hardworking individual, he takes pride in his work for the pack and sets high personal standards. Duty is something he can respect, and even if he does not care much for morals or emotions, he has appreciation for fellow contributors. Kira may act friendly enough to the ones he takes a liking to, but it is mostly an act of polite courtesy. In reality, he has an almost crippling inability to form meaningful relationships, resulting in few friends and an unwillingness to confide in anyone, at least with matters of personal importance. Undeniably, it is extraordinarily difficult to gain his trust. This is because of no particular reason at all, and while he has searched within for the cause of his distrust, he has not yet found an answer, only coming to the conclusion that there are merely some traits determined by fate. For what else could explain the following contradictions of his personality? His identity fluctuates between what he perceives himself to be and what a more primal he truly is, and can come off as hypocritical. He is usually methodical yet tends acts on impulse: not in a bold, loud way, but in a secret, sly manner. He believes he can read others like a book, but in truth, he is (as you may have already perceived), emotionally insensitive. He is caught between the desire to discuss something profound, and an adversity towards deep-rooted, sincere communication. Kira is actually quite content and generally satisfied with his lot on life, though he doesn't show it well due to his inability to voice gratitude. Yet, despite his sharp tongue and sometimes bitter words, he possesses a surprisingly optimistic character deep within his heart. Truly a philocalist, he is appreciative of life and its little beautiful things, be it the vast wildness found in the scenery of a dusky forest or the trivial mysteries of trinkets found in the human village. However, being selfish in nature, he treasures these realizations as his private joys and has no desire to share them, believing others to be either unworthy or unable to understand. One of Kira's strongest traits (and greatest flaws) is his pride: a double-edged sword that is simultaneously his greatest motivator and a spur for selfishness. Embedded in his soul is a hidden arrogance that is rarely seen unless provoked. And once tempted, he is prone to release a bizarre form of anger that is at once cold, yet simmering, a dangerous predicament like the boiling of blood in space. While logically thinking, he wishes no harm to anyone, truly. But if someone stands in the way of his wishes, his priorities are strictly determined... in favor of himself. Strengths: + quick, agile runner + excellent swimmer + strong-willed and independent + a clever and experienced thief Weaknesses: - Does not always take well to authority - Would rather run than face a head on fight with another wolf - Cannot bear the sound of motor vehicles - Judgmental and somewhat haughty Other: He enjoys windy weather and has developed an affinity for human food: from bread to to candy. Oddly for a wolf, he relies on his sight more than his nose. He will have a human form too. Based on a ref by Dash Attacked. Insert later clean up: Stubborn and determined to stay on his territory at all costs. Kira's agreeable demeanor hides a strange pride, and when he sets , he will not ever lose. As one of the more physically healthy of the pack, he takes responsibility. He finds as no one will try to dominate him. 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Aldehyde - Alan RoshikovGender: MaleVampire, werewolf, demonHuman(oid) Appearance: Although his hair is naturally black, he sometimes dyes it a dark crimson. Dark maroon eyes, just a few shades of red mixed in mostly brown. A face thin and gaunt, like the rest of him. almost triangular shape, sloping down to a pointed chin, with the scruff. Though he is slightly taller than average, he is not large. Pale, almost fragile skin, the veins prominent in certain areas. Spindly fingers that are surprisingly strong. A haggard look, offset by his classy clothing, like a failing businessman.Wolf Appearance: Alan is a heavyset wolf, covered head to tail in Black, sooty speckles which vary in size across his body: small but numerous on his face, surrounding his eyes in the vague form of an almost- mask, larger across his neck and shoulders. The dark golden eyes under his heavyset brows are not outright menacing, but hold eeriness in their perhaps too-small pupils.Personality: WIOStrengths:+An adept liar and secret keeper+Clever and convincing speakerWeaknesses:Quirks~always smells like maraschino cherries, sickly sweet~favorite color is burgundyBackstory:Other: Originally based on a character ref by Dragon's Fire. |
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