Post by Razor on Feb 16, 2008 18:48:52 GMT -5
Character © Razor
Sheet © Razor
Lineart © Swiftkill. Mavenshallow. Silverwoot. Rabe.
Your very own home. A place thought to be safe. A haven for you to escape the world and all of its terrors. Oh, how wrong you were. As you step into your room, you feel something wet on your bare feet. It is sticky and slippery. Quickly, you search for your light switch and allow light to fill the room, only for it to go out. A growl comes from somewhere inside of the room and you turn franticly for the door, only to find it closed and locked tight. Your heart jumps to your throat with fear and your breathing dramaticly increases. As you scan the room, you slip and fall, crashing to the floor in the gooey mess on your floor and you soon realize that it is all along your room, on your walls and dripping from your ceiling. Looking up, you see two cold, deadly, haunting white eyes glaring at you out of the darkness. Your voice catches in your throat and you are silenced by a slam of a paw across your head, causing your own warm blood to escape through a cracked skull. Surely death was better then this. "Oh God! Help me!" A voice follows your cries of help and it is not that of help. It is cold, frightening and harsh. "God won't help you now."
Name: Queen of Dire Demons or Lady Shadow.
Nickname(s): "I have many from mythological stores and whatnot, but you may call me Razor."
Age: Chuckles. "You should know better then to ask a female her age."
Gender: Female.
Father: None.
Mother: None.
Brother(s): Blade.
Sister(s): Archa?
Likes: "There isn't much that I have a liking for. Chaos, fire, night, moonlight, romance, killing, fighting, hate. The usual."
Dislikes: Many things.
Fault(s): Laughs. "There are far too many faults about me for me to go on about."
Personality: "Oh, my personality. What is there to say about me? I am a cold, ruthless, heartless creature. I care nothing for anyone else other then myself, my brother and my son. I hate everything in the world and wish everything and everyone dead."
Quote: "Kill me for all it's worth, but just remember that I'll be back."
Special Abilities: "I hold many abilities such as the ability to enter the mind and drive one insane, thus also being able to find out one's fears and nightmares and also knowing of their past and present like their name and offspring and the one they love. I also harness the ability to summon the shadows to do my bidding and I have lovely pets known as Crackels and oh, they are so feared. Wonderful creatures, really."
Pelt Color: Pink. Gray. Stained.
Eye Color: White.
Teeth Color: White.
Markings: "Ah. So many cross over my body, it is hard to keep track. So many scars remind me of my past, but also the mark of Abraxas, though I find that hardly worthy to be on me. I have the mark of the Dire Demons and the Devil."
Build: Lean. Strong. Skinny.
Species: Dire Demon.
Apperance: Current Life
Razor's Honor
Razor's Soul
The Past
Other: "I am always bleeding with the blood that has passed my lips over the years and for that, I shall bleed forever until the Devil wishes to take be back to Hell. It falls from my mouth and pores all along my body."
Past: Cackles. "Oh, that is something far too much for you."
You are sitting in pain, feeling your blood run along your face and sink into your mouth and that same haunting voice goes through your ears and rings there as the last thing you will ever hear. "Sleep tight." Suddenly, a terrible creature emurges from the blood that covers your floor and your eyes go wide with shock and as you inhail, your own blood is sucked into your lungs along with the blood on the floor, causing a burning sensation unknown to anything in the world. You feel as though you were being torn inside out and gag and you realize you are drowning.. In your own blood. "Oh, hello, Reaper, Brother. how are you?"
Sheet © Razor
Lineart © Swiftkill. Mavenshallow. Silverwoot. Rabe.
Your very own home. A place thought to be safe. A haven for you to escape the world and all of its terrors. Oh, how wrong you were. As you step into your room, you feel something wet on your bare feet. It is sticky and slippery. Quickly, you search for your light switch and allow light to fill the room, only for it to go out. A growl comes from somewhere inside of the room and you turn franticly for the door, only to find it closed and locked tight. Your heart jumps to your throat with fear and your breathing dramaticly increases. As you scan the room, you slip and fall, crashing to the floor in the gooey mess on your floor and you soon realize that it is all along your room, on your walls and dripping from your ceiling. Looking up, you see two cold, deadly, haunting white eyes glaring at you out of the darkness. Your voice catches in your throat and you are silenced by a slam of a paw across your head, causing your own warm blood to escape through a cracked skull. Surely death was better then this. "Oh God! Help me!" A voice follows your cries of help and it is not that of help. It is cold, frightening and harsh. "God won't help you now."
Name: Queen of Dire Demons or Lady Shadow.
Nickname(s): "I have many from mythological stores and whatnot, but you may call me Razor."
Age: Chuckles. "You should know better then to ask a female her age."
Gender: Female.
Father: None.
Mother: None.
Brother(s): Blade.
Sister(s): Archa?
Likes: "There isn't much that I have a liking for. Chaos, fire, night, moonlight, romance, killing, fighting, hate. The usual."
Dislikes: Many things.
Fault(s): Laughs. "There are far too many faults about me for me to go on about."
Personality: "Oh, my personality. What is there to say about me? I am a cold, ruthless, heartless creature. I care nothing for anyone else other then myself, my brother and my son. I hate everything in the world and wish everything and everyone dead."
Quote: "Kill me for all it's worth, but just remember that I'll be back."
Special Abilities: "I hold many abilities such as the ability to enter the mind and drive one insane, thus also being able to find out one's fears and nightmares and also knowing of their past and present like their name and offspring and the one they love. I also harness the ability to summon the shadows to do my bidding and I have lovely pets known as Crackels and oh, they are so feared. Wonderful creatures, really."
Pelt Color: Pink. Gray. Stained.
Eye Color: White.
Teeth Color: White.
Markings: "Ah. So many cross over my body, it is hard to keep track. So many scars remind me of my past, but also the mark of Abraxas, though I find that hardly worthy to be on me. I have the mark of the Dire Demons and the Devil."
Build: Lean. Strong. Skinny.
Species: Dire Demon.
Apperance: Current Life
Razor's Honor
Razor's Soul
The Past
Other: "I am always bleeding with the blood that has passed my lips over the years and for that, I shall bleed forever until the Devil wishes to take be back to Hell. It falls from my mouth and pores all along my body."
Past: Cackles. "Oh, that is something far too much for you."
You are sitting in pain, feeling your blood run along your face and sink into your mouth and that same haunting voice goes through your ears and rings there as the last thing you will ever hear. "Sleep tight." Suddenly, a terrible creature emurges from the blood that covers your floor and your eyes go wide with shock and as you inhail, your own blood is sucked into your lungs along with the blood on the floor, causing a burning sensation unknown to anything in the world. You feel as though you were being torn inside out and gag and you realize you are drowning.. In your own blood. "Oh, hello, Reaper, Brother. how are you?"