Post by &&Roach.. on Feb 10, 2009 20:35:52 GMT -6
Roach
alias:
age: 3 wicked years
gender:
breed(s):Border collie x Golden Retriever
height:22 inches
weight:65 pounds
physical:
dainty. beautiful. Elegant. Monster.
Let's dance first upon her build, muscles over muscles. Power ripples throu her bod', like a fish trhough water. Her build follows along the gold more than the collie. Her pads are large, webbed, skull is set on her grand neck, and shaped in such away that air just pushes past it, and it slices the air. Her pillars are long, and built to run, like those of the collie, but with the power of the retriever.
Next we move to the shine, her pelt. It is the color of sun, of gold, with ebonite dashes intertwined here and there. Front, right pillar, is the solid color of ebonite, while her back right pillar is only ebonite on the paw. The same midnight color lightly taints her muzzle, and lips. Nares are struck a dark color, darker then the rest of her pelt. Her pelt is long, and gives the appearance of having layers, but not making the she-dog look fluffy.
Now, we run to her optic. It is the same creamy brown of her half sister's, with ebonite gently circling and painting it's way in. Now, we turn to dance onto the other optic, and stop in fear. A ghastly pit shines, darker then midnight, and seeming to contain within, nothing but promised evil. Staring into it, you feel as if your being sucked into the madness, insanity..You want to turn, to stop staring at the wretched hole, but you can not, and beauty shimmers.
You look past the right side, and onto the left, and attempt to not lose sanity. Her facade on the left side has been torn away, scared skin, if it can be called skin, replaced what was once fur, beauty. It's gone now, and in the center of it, the black hole of madness.
You look closer, but no other features stand out like that of her facade.. The audit on that side, it torn and shredded, like a ribbon.
character:
When God and the Devil fight, who do you think whispers in their ears...
So let's look, take a glance..Vain, insane, murderous, blood-lusting, power hungry, and words can not describe it.
I look at you with disgust, I see a worm, though you are a canine, you are not me,you are not Zuka, you are worthless.In what we can describe, she is the God of Evil, El' Diablo shys away from the mention of her name, and he// is nothing compared to her. When she sees another caninie, one that does not follow her, she sees nothing but a waste of air. OR a new toy, to torture, and then eat alive..If she takes pity on you, perhaps she'll finish you quickly, but that is slim...
Insanity, has no tags on me, I am beyond it, I have broken that defination and replaced it with my own.
Everything must be as I see it, nothing is right in my head, or atleast they say..
The one's that whispered it with their last breath..I laughed..I love killing, killing, it's a joy, it's my life. I could not go a day without killing, I love the lifeless bodies, the eyes locked in fear, it makes me laugh, that perfectly insane life.
Power hungry..Me..Beyond..I will nto stop until I am more then a god, more than feared. Every dog will bow to me, every canine will flinch at my name, except Zuka. Zuka alone will not flinch, she will nto flinch, she will stand still below me, and I will rule, but she'll do as I please..She will do that, or she will die.
am I a nightmare? No.. I am the worst nightmare, I am the one you can not ever dream of, you know how it will end, you know you will die, if you do not bow..
Blood..I crave it, I worship it..It is the only thing equal to me, the only thing, that will not stand below me, but beside me..I will bathe in it, I will run it, I will drink it..You will bring it to me.
history:
My past? My past...Oh..Well, let me tell you a little scary story, to get you to sleep.
The wind it did not howl, ti screamed, it moaned, the lightning it lit the sky. What a perfect night to start my life, right? It was like an omen, welcoming the bringer of evil into the world, welcoming the goddess of death. My mother, for all her worth, which wasn't much, will never know what happened to my darling little sister...and Pleasant little brother, thought a wolf got them..
I laughed, she glared, I killed them, once I could see, once I could move, I grew faster then them, my mind was sharper, and I knew for me to be worshipped they had to die. My mother, pleased to at least have one pup, did worship me, adored me...She too lost her life when I lost intrest in her.
Then came Zuka, I was around two already having murdered so many, I have lost count, liek that of the days go by. Zuka needed a leader, someone to guide her, and I did, I molded her, I knew what she had done, adn I knew she would make the perfect, loyal deputy at my side. SHe did, and is, her mind is mine to control, she knews what to do and what not, she obeys me, and I know she always will.
Oh, how I lost my face..Yes..Yes..Well that my dears is my favorite story.
The two-leg saw me killing, and wanted me dead...IT could not touch me, so it threw fire, fire touch me, fire though it hurt, only wounded me, it did not kill. Scarlet washed down my facade, scarlet washed away in water.
Stained the water, my optic, so beautiful was gone, burned to ash, my facade, was left scarred, and even more beautiful..I was made hole, It fit me, it fit who I was,,,
Short, little story dearies, but if I told you it in detail, Well I fear your brains might collasse.Oe you'll die of fright.
relations:
Zuka. Half Sister.
out of character name:
Scarface
role play example:
age: 14
where'd you find us?:
Broken
experience:
alias:
age: 3 wicked years
gender:
breed(s):Border collie x Golden Retriever
height:22 inches
weight:65 pounds
physical:
dainty. beautiful. Elegant. Monster.
Let's dance first upon her build, muscles over muscles. Power ripples throu her bod', like a fish trhough water. Her build follows along the gold more than the collie. Her pads are large, webbed, skull is set on her grand neck, and shaped in such away that air just pushes past it, and it slices the air. Her pillars are long, and built to run, like those of the collie, but with the power of the retriever.
Next we move to the shine, her pelt. It is the color of sun, of gold, with ebonite dashes intertwined here and there. Front, right pillar, is the solid color of ebonite, while her back right pillar is only ebonite on the paw. The same midnight color lightly taints her muzzle, and lips. Nares are struck a dark color, darker then the rest of her pelt. Her pelt is long, and gives the appearance of having layers, but not making the she-dog look fluffy.
Now, we run to her optic. It is the same creamy brown of her half sister's, with ebonite gently circling and painting it's way in. Now, we turn to dance onto the other optic, and stop in fear. A ghastly pit shines, darker then midnight, and seeming to contain within, nothing but promised evil. Staring into it, you feel as if your being sucked into the madness, insanity..You want to turn, to stop staring at the wretched hole, but you can not, and beauty shimmers.
You look past the right side, and onto the left, and attempt to not lose sanity. Her facade on the left side has been torn away, scared skin, if it can be called skin, replaced what was once fur, beauty. It's gone now, and in the center of it, the black hole of madness.
You look closer, but no other features stand out like that of her facade.. The audit on that side, it torn and shredded, like a ribbon.
character:
When God and the Devil fight, who do you think whispers in their ears...
So let's look, take a glance..Vain, insane, murderous, blood-lusting, power hungry, and words can not describe it.
I look at you with disgust, I see a worm, though you are a canine, you are not me,you are not Zuka, you are worthless.In what we can describe, she is the God of Evil, El' Diablo shys away from the mention of her name, and he// is nothing compared to her. When she sees another caninie, one that does not follow her, she sees nothing but a waste of air. OR a new toy, to torture, and then eat alive..If she takes pity on you, perhaps she'll finish you quickly, but that is slim...
Insanity, has no tags on me, I am beyond it, I have broken that defination and replaced it with my own.
Everything must be as I see it, nothing is right in my head, or atleast they say..
The one's that whispered it with their last breath..I laughed..I love killing, killing, it's a joy, it's my life. I could not go a day without killing, I love the lifeless bodies, the eyes locked in fear, it makes me laugh, that perfectly insane life.
Power hungry..Me..Beyond..I will nto stop until I am more then a god, more than feared. Every dog will bow to me, every canine will flinch at my name, except Zuka. Zuka alone will not flinch, she will nto flinch, she will stand still below me, and I will rule, but she'll do as I please..She will do that, or she will die.
am I a nightmare? No.. I am the worst nightmare, I am the one you can not ever dream of, you know how it will end, you know you will die, if you do not bow..
Blood..I crave it, I worship it..It is the only thing equal to me, the only thing, that will not stand below me, but beside me..I will bathe in it, I will run it, I will drink it..You will bring it to me.
history:
My past? My past...Oh..Well, let me tell you a little scary story, to get you to sleep.
The wind it did not howl, ti screamed, it moaned, the lightning it lit the sky. What a perfect night to start my life, right? It was like an omen, welcoming the bringer of evil into the world, welcoming the goddess of death. My mother, for all her worth, which wasn't much, will never know what happened to my darling little sister...and Pleasant little brother, thought a wolf got them..
I laughed, she glared, I killed them, once I could see, once I could move, I grew faster then them, my mind was sharper, and I knew for me to be worshipped they had to die. My mother, pleased to at least have one pup, did worship me, adored me...She too lost her life when I lost intrest in her.
Then came Zuka, I was around two already having murdered so many, I have lost count, liek that of the days go by. Zuka needed a leader, someone to guide her, and I did, I molded her, I knew what she had done, adn I knew she would make the perfect, loyal deputy at my side. SHe did, and is, her mind is mine to control, she knews what to do and what not, she obeys me, and I know she always will.
Oh, how I lost my face..Yes..Yes..Well that my dears is my favorite story.
The two-leg saw me killing, and wanted me dead...IT could not touch me, so it threw fire, fire touch me, fire though it hurt, only wounded me, it did not kill. Scarlet washed down my facade, scarlet washed away in water.
Stained the water, my optic, so beautiful was gone, burned to ash, my facade, was left scarred, and even more beautiful..I was made hole, It fit me, it fit who I was,,,
Short, little story dearies, but if I told you it in detail, Well I fear your brains might collasse.Oe you'll die of fright.
relations:
Zuka. Half Sister.
out of character name:
Scarface
role play example:
age: 14
where'd you find us?:
Broken
experience: