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Post by Heaven In A Rage on Mar 19, 2010 12:16:36 GMT -6
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Post by Heaven In A Rage on Aug 21, 2010 21:22:08 GMT -6
ADOPTED!Name: Akuhe Lark
Gender: Female
Species: Hellhound
Age: 1013 years
Pack: Loner
Height: 3’2”
Weight: 62 lbs
Eye Colour: Amber
Fur Colour: Black
Body Build: Emaciated
Markings/Scars: Curving red arrow with looping designs branching off of it around her left eye, Japanese characters for “die” down her right flank.
Accessories: None
Appearance:
Akuhe looks completely emaciated. She has a deep barrel-like ribcage, which then shrinks abruptly into her tiny waist, which is little more than skin wrapped around her organs and backbone. Her paws are huge, and her legs are quite muscular and extremely strong. There is a thick mane running from her neck to her haunches, and she has no tail. Her ears are tall, sharply pointed, and torn to shreds, and her black fur is matted. Dozens of scars riddle her body, and a deep, forever bleeding wound mars her left hind leg. Her ribs are easily visible, and if she stands against a source of bright light (such as the moon) it is sometimes possible to make out the general outline of her organs through her hide. If she is wounded in battle, a horrific sulfuric, burning smell will rise from the wound and the blood that leaks out of it. Her fangs are unnaturally long, reaching past her lower jaw, as well as her claws, which extend out and forward and meet the ground in an arch.
Picture(s): None (may come later).
Personality:
Typical of a hellhound, Akuhe is immensely violent and will usually attack at the slightest provocation. She harbours a deep hatred towards living creatures, and usually avoids them at all costs, though if she despises someone enough she will hunt them down and kill them. She may also hunt others simply for the thrill. Her thousand years of half-life have driven her insane, and she quite often hallucinates, attacks stationary objects or howls in a bloodcurdling manner. Akuhe also acts quite rabid, and there is usually blood staining her jaws or dripping from her mouth. Also, she is prone to self-mutilation, thinking of herself as an enemy, and is extremely dangerous to be around. It is unwise to deliberately anger her, as few come out of it alive and those who do are often haunted by the sight of her bloodstained jaws. It is nearly impossible to make friends with her, and those who do will be lucky to keep her trust.
History:
Akuhe has wandered the expanses of Shinkou Ookami for a thousand years, and knows every area within it, however not much else is known about her save that her long life has driven her insane.
Known Magic: Akuhe possesses no special magic, but she is extremely strong and her fangs and claws are eternally sharp.
Unknown Magic (or unlearned): None.
Skills: She is proficient at tracking through scent.
Friends: None
Enemies: Everyone
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Parents: None
Likes: Despair, pain, moonless nights, fire
Dislikes: Other living things, humans (hates them beyond comprehension), life, happiness
Quote: “Get out before I turn your life into a living hell, just like mine!”
Theme Song: Planet Hell – Nightwish
Picture: Picture done for me by HH. =D |
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Post by Heaven In A Rage on Aug 21, 2010 21:23:02 GMT -6
ADOPTED!
Name:
Vernum Aveilthé [Hehe]
Status: Resurrected
Gender: Female
Species: Half Rodon, Half Demon wolf
Age: 2,000 years old. Vernum has been dead for at least 800.
Element: Fire
Attacks:
Incinerate: Coming soon
Flame thrower: Coming soon
Spirit Fire: Coming soon
Fire Whip: Coming soon
Intense Heat Wave: Coming soon
Color: Red, black, and white
Markings: A pair of red triangles on either side of her face.
Eye color: Red
Height: 4'
Weight: 200 lbs
Language: Common, Morkín
Mate: None, but she was deeply in love with Morókí.
Offspring: None
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Grandparents: Unknown/Deceased
Cousins: Unknown/Deceased
Strengths:
Fighting and fire. She has a horrible and destructive attitude, not to mention rebellious. She never hesitates to destroy anything that is in her way.
Weaknesses:
Water wolves, and those with spiritual powers.
Likes:
Fighting, being alone, contemplating Hwesta's destruction, conquering the world
Dislikes:
The world, everything, everyone, you, Hwesta
Personality:
To top everything off, Vernum is a wolf of bad attitude and a very destructive personality. She is vengeful, with one major goal in mind: To find and kill Hwesta if she is not dead already. If one should meet her, Vernum could come off as a very sarcastic creature. Her very spirit is unbound by anyone - one may capture and enslave her body, but never her soul.
Appearance:
A large demon Morókí wolf. She has a thick, curly red mane. Along her spine she has bits of red curls from her mane, but her red tail is thickest of all and is very curly indeed. The rest of her body is white and black, as if it were charred by her fiery red appearance. Her face has a pair of triangular-shaped markings on either side of her cheeks, which symbolizes a part of her demon heritage.
Wings:
She has no wings.
History: Her story is a tragic one. For starters, she is a demon Morókí. But a thousand years ago, she fell in love with Morókí himself. Morókí was such an arrogant creature, that he only played with Vernum's heart because of her beauty. Morókí enjoyed the presence of beauty around him, but there was one problem - Vernum was not full-blooded Morókí, so he could never have her as his. Thus Hwesta, a full-blooded Morókí came along. Morókí loved Hwesta's beauty more, so he dropped Vernum like hot potato. Vernum became so angry that she planned on destroying Morókí, but Hwesta found out the demon-Morókí's plans. Hwesta came upon Vernum one day and killed her.
Vernum's spirit remains vengeful. When she rises from the dead, she will stop at nothing to hunt down the living Hwesta and kill her. Though now back from the dead she is ready to exact her revenge.
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#1 By Avvey
#2 By Avvey
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Post by Heaven In A Rage on Aug 21, 2010 21:24:27 GMT -6
Name: Rust Orint [Some of you might remember her. She is redone.]Gender: Female Species: Mexican Gray Wolf Age: Three Years Old. Pack: Pending Loner. Appearance: The Mexican wolf has always been on the smaller side for a wild canine. A runt even for the species she is thin and small. Her body is quite lean and small which makes her appear quite younger then she really is. Also on such a petite being you can often see a few of her ribs stretching against her layer of thick fur. Her legs follow this suit and are longer thus giving her body quite a disproportionate appearance. Her long and slim ears and snout doesn't help to balance her size at all. Long colorful fur is quite usually extremely groomed so that is lies fairly flat on most of her elongated torso. The softest and first layer of her fur is a few shades darker then a stark white. This layer gets thicker and shows its face on her under belly as well as her inner limbs, neck, jaw. However most of her body is covered it a dark gray and a reddish-orange. This reddish orange shade is most prominent on the outside of her hind legs and the cap of her. Underneath both light brown-green eyes is where the most defining feature of this fae is. It never will belittle these wondrous iris, though. With their pale green base and light carnmeal ring encircling the end. The fur underneath each eye is a deep reddened clay shade, thus the origin of her name. Other defining features of the female include a small 'x' shaped scar on the end of her long muzzle. This scar merely shows a dark tan against the ebony of her nose. This scar isn't to noticeable to most but is never the less an eye sore with a story cowering somewhere behind it. Other then that she does seem to have a problem with the untamed tail of her, which is quite thin as well and brushes the ground only at it's very tip. Personality:Rust is not an hard wolf to figure out. She often keeps whatever emotion she feels in a expressive look on her figure. Most often her eyes and mouth convey the thoughts running through her mind at that very moment or minutes before. Though she often is quite expressive there is a time when a significant change in behavior will not go as expected. By this I mean that when one thinks that something might make her angry she might show no sign of fury in the slightest. This is possibly one of the most interesting display of emotion from the fae. This pure feeling of apathy and unheeding emotion. Though a clearly quieter being Rust is not at all a loner. Finding it very hard to become engaged into a group she is often in solitary even under the protective eye of the pack. It is however this need for protection and companionship that draws her frequent and hasty pack shifts. In truth Rust can make quite a simple and reliable she-wolf when chosen for the task. Though Rust is quite one to put your trust into her nature often allows for a number of major vices. Among these bothersome and few vices sits the pest of them all. Rust though quite dedicated when she sets her mind on a task is bound to be quite lazy. This sprouts most from her urge to give up if a task becomes to difficult. Because of her lack of hunting skills, or the will to learn how, she is often stuck into the low rank of pup care. As most of the females go on hunts this subordinate is stuck with the care of the young. The easily discouraged and quiet wolven is also a suffer of a great deal of paranoia. This large part of her personality feeds off of being in a lower stats for most of her life. A very submissive canine by nature she takes to becoming quite afraid to what an upper ranking wolf might do. Though she has never really suffered any extreme wrath of another she fears it more then anything else. Even though her tongue is not near as sharp as her father's once was, A wise beta until his premature death, she does have her lapses of venom. A pessimistic and quite cynical being is usually one with a lot of words. However many words or thoughts run through her head she has mastered keeping them all in there fairly well. However when a show of that crud side of her consciousness surfaces it is usually the worst of the kind. This same set of flaws also leads to her being quite a dramatic little creature. History:Sire, Rieo Orint [Deceased].Dam, Esle Lu'el [ Deceased].Siblings, Alain Orint [Deceased] and Dante Orint. At a tender age she was quite sheltered. Her father and mother being the Betas of the medium sized pack she was born into a fairly charmed life. She was the smallest and only female of her mother's one and only liter. Her mother was a kind and gentle female that was known mostly for her mother hen tendencies and sagely ways. Her father on the other hand was known for his outspoken and rude manner, which had also made him quite the enemies. From a young age she kept close to her father. As her brothers took to mock fighting amongst each other she often was found pawing rapidly behind her father. Though her father disliked his small female child being such a nuisance to his daily life he never once bid her away. A thus she learned and adapted more from her father then from her mother. After a year of following her father closely and studying his ways minutely she had become very much like him. It wasn't an unknown sight for the large Mexican Wolf male to be angry at a lower ranked being and the small pup at his side yapping with distaste. This love and admiration for her father was the main reason why his death hit her so harshly. Still early into her pup years her father had began to upset a few key members of the large pack. Though the alpha had a love for the distant cousin that was his beta others had grown tired of the tyrant. Because of this there was a large uprising in the pack. In this uprising her father lost a greatly outnumbered fight. Both her father and the Alpha female and male were killed in the fray as well as several of the rebels. In fear of what might happen to her and her children Esle tore her family away from their only home. This desperate attempt was in the middle of November, the cold season for the region, and took them through the mountains surrounding the packs territory. The next few months were spent in the mountains in an attempt to either let their home settle down or to find a new pack. Unfortunately even after half a year of isolation and near famine they still had no where to turn to. Else soon passed away from hungry as did the eldest of her sons. This was mostly due to the fact that Rust's mother often went hungry while her children ate on what small game she could catch. By the time April rolled around the two pups were near death. Luckily the early spring air brought change to the two pups. They were taken in and cared for by a near by pack that had rivaled the one they had been born into. Rust however soon found herself becoming quite an outcast in this group while her sibling fit in quite well with his new peers. It took six months of this isolation before Rust took her leave from the pack, leaving her brother without a word. Since then her life has been the same routine. She often moved from one space to the next over the period of a week to the span of a few short months. She had made a few friends along the way though she had been the ones to leave them. Romantic interests were quite different. Any show of affection was quickly denied by her cynical manor and cut down at the knees. Friends and these romances alike she often left without warning. Known Magic: Voice: Her howl or speech can alter the moods and actions of others. It can calm a fight, stir one up, or put others to sleep. This is like an advanced Empath which is vocal instead of mental. Only extremely powerful wolves can resist the power of Voice but all wolves can make its effects very, very minute.Necromancer: She can temporarily conjure up the spirits of the dead in order to speak or learn from them. Spirits only stay present for a matter of minutes and are non-substantive, that is to say, they cannot physically touch or alter anything, nor can they be affected by the living. Spirits may only be conjured if they are willing. Pictures:Table 1 by me. =]Table 2 by me. =]Table 3 by me. =] |
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Post by Heaven In A Rage on Aug 21, 2010 21:24:52 GMT -6
Name: Judith Harp Gender: Male Species: Arctic Wolf Age: Four Years Old. Pack: Anarchist Loner Appearance: Judith is not a very large wolf. Actually he is about the size of an average female of his species. Though he is smaller then most males it does not at all mean he isn't built to protect. He has a medium build and a clumsy and unbalanced figure and because of this the wolf is quite often the brute to fall over things. He has shorter limbs and a muscular torso. His under belly is a very light and soft fur the shades of snow. This underbelly marking comes from the bottom of his maw, surrounding his dark blue eyes, all the way to the tip of his tail. It is always on the underside of his body except for his legs where it wraps around the whole top where his limbs meet his torso. This white accent is something that sets him apart from most of his breed, other then his smaller size. His head is fairly narrow for an arctic wolf which shows that somewhere in his line they might have bred with a smaller wolf. However the smaller figure that his whole family has and their thin faces are the only things left of this breeding. Every other trait has seemed to be bred out of their line. This does however make his face quite narrow and his fur really thick. This thick fur however gets strangely thin around his legs. So thin that it is more like bristles and shows a deep ebony skin even though the short fur is a light grey. His legs are quite short and lanky as his mother's were. Though they are small they are quite powerful and are his usual weapon he uses when he gets into fights, which is quite often. Personality:The main trait that effects this brute's decision making would be his great sense of pride. This sense of pride gets in the way of him doing most things that would seem easy to most. Though his sense of pride is soaring through the roof one would never know about it. His pride is kept under wraps most of the time and appears to not effect anything he does. However most decisions he makes are in for the good of his pride. Though most of the time a great sense of pride means a large ego in this case it is quite the opposite. Most believe him to have an unnatural personality for the pure fact that is ego is flat and his self esteem is low. Most comments, derogatory or not, seem to wound his pride. It is very easy to make this wolf feel less about himself. Most suspect that is why he has such a problem with his pride. With his low self esteem and soaring pride he has a few traits that come with such faults. These include him being quite talkative, most of the time just to hear himself talk, and being very protective of what he says. To doubt something he says even if he makes it up on the spot is one of the worst ways to start off a conversation with this small being. He will argue to the death with you about something as trivial as the sky's color. Though most of the time he is wrong, and knows he is wrong, he will still argue until there is proof he agrees with right before his face. When in a fight this wolf prefers mind over matter. His mouth, which often gets him into a physical fight, is usually what wins his fights. He has a knack for angering most with his argumentative manor. Though he is often in fights, and wins them occasionally, he has no fighting ability what so ever. Thus he often taunts the opponent into a fit so he has the advantage and can tire them out quickly. No matter how many fights he gets himself into he never seems to learn how to keep his mouth shut. More of a fool then a scholar he is often caught talking himself into circles of nonsense. Though he truly means well with his speeches he often ends up making himself out to be dimwitted. Not at all stupid this naive male tends to get himself in all sorts of messes. Very thick headed and stubborn also contributes to such factors. His blunt comments and lack of tack also tend to come with this firecracker personality of his and is the wrapper to his bitter-sweet personality. History:I'll add this one day. Sire, Aiden Harp. [Deceased]Damn, Kidhi Leimth [Deceased]No Mate, Siblings, or Pups. Known Magic: Illusion: This is in his mind another part of himself. Usually he is heard talking about something he sees. When he sees such things his mind usually creates them for all others to see in a form of projection. These visions are not real and therefore soild objects pass through them and have no effect on anything other then the abiltiy to see them. Truly a useless Magic. Pictures:Table by me. =] |
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Post by Heaven In A Rage on Aug 21, 2010 21:26:40 GMT -6
Name:Shinigami Reaper
Gender:Male
Species:Demonic Wolf
Age:15 Years.
Height:35 inches from his shoulders.
Weight:190
Mate:None.
Parents:Iblis and Sam{Deceased}
Siblings:None.
Offspring:None.
Appearance-A tan under coat his felt Mostly Grey, Black, and Dark Red. A bulky and tall wolf he has long legs and a bulky body. Most of it is muscle though he doesn't go without his fatty parts. A thick and bushy table the long limb brushes the ground even when he stands up tall. Long feathered wings sprout from his back and can sink into his back only to come out when needed.
When out his wing span is about eight feet when they are fully reached out. These large wings Have an odd shading however. Dark Blue at the point where it reaches his back From there the hues change through a turquoise then a dark green by the tips.
One Yellow Eye and One Red eye. On his muzzle there is a scar moving from the side of his face, under each eye and over his muzzle then doing the same on the other side of his face.
Personality-
Kind. Caring. Loving. Helpful. Grateful. Humble. Wise. Logical. Thinks before he Acts. Peaceful. Protective. Sly. Energetic. Quiet. Strong. Justified. Straight Forward. Blunt. Dense. Emotionless.
Though this brute prefers to spend his time alone when he does find someone that he cares for he protects them with all that he has. He will stand up for what he believes right, no matter how hard it is. He is always one to point something obvious out but also tends to play attention to details most over look.
He isn't one to sugar coat something that needs to be said. Though he does this a lot he is quite dense when it comes to others feelings. He is usually the last one to find out that a female has feelings for him, though he'll notice if she is sad for some reason and won't tell him.
History-
A long life this demonic wolf has lived. Most of it was spend in a pack named Sanguin Luna. This pack he lived in having a total of three mates in his fourteen years of life. After his last mate's death after her inability to conceive pups he went into a state of depression. In this depression this wolf challenged the alpha male, and thus won killing the alpha with ease. With the death of the alpha he was forced to be exiled though he will usually not talk about why he attacked the alpha of his pack.
With this loss it has exiled him from the pack where his ancestors grew and caused him to roam. Without his whole heart in finding a new pack he currently makes no effort to find a new pack or mate for that matter.
Magic and Skills-
Have yet to be found, this will be updated as he finds out about his Magic and his skills.
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Post by Felypsa on Aug 22, 2010 14:43:34 GMT -6
Um...can I ask why you're posting another member's old profiles here? Yes, Justice has been inactive, but even so, I'm pretty sure you can't just take her old characters, unless you got permission from her...but I haven't seen her post here in over 2 years, so I'm just like, "fwa? oO"
Edit: Oh never mind. It's you. Hi, Justice. lmao. Welcome back, I guess, though you've been around for a while now xD
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Post by Heaven In A Rage on Aug 22, 2010 15:56:25 GMT -6
Yaaaaah. Long story. <3 [/size] |
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Post by Aveilthé on Aug 22, 2010 16:35:50 GMT -6
Hey there... please change Vernum's last name... thank you!  |
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Post by Heaven In A Rage on Aug 22, 2010 16:42:21 GMT -6
I will do when I actually create her.
These are here just so I can save them. [/size] |
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Post by Aveilthé on Aug 23, 2010 18:58:48 GMT -6
You're a doll, I truly appreciate it!
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Post by Heaven In A Rage on Aug 23, 2010 23:09:04 GMT -6
Psh, I'm a doll?
You gave her to me. xD
It is the least I could do. [/blockquote] |
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