Post by Razor on Feb 16, 2008 18:50:28 GMT -5
Character © Razor
Sheet © Razor
Lineart © Reva
The world, such a beautiful place to be and to explore. But not to you. Today, you have gone through something horrible and thus, you leave your house in a rush to go to the woods, perhaps walk the trails and clear your mind so that you can think about everything that has just happened. Your head has been hanging the entire time that you'd been walking and you haven't been paying attention to the paths you have been taking. As something moves to your left, you raise your head quickly to look around in alarm. Nothing is seen, but you find yourself to be lost. Above, those dark clouds that had been circling all day finally break and rain begins to fall in heavy drops. You sigh and curse loudly, kicking at leaves. Turning around, you look for a fimilar path or anything of the sort. "This day couldn't get any worse." Suddenly, your throat clamps shut tightly and your hands go to your throat, you can't breathe. Not a single breath passes across your lips and your eyes begin to water, spots begin to flicker across your eyes and you see the most haunting figure come walking towards you. You stand to run, but find yourself bound to the ground but skeletal hands wrenching from the ground. Something snaps and you realize your arms and legs have broken, something else crunching sickeningly and your rips are crushed by a sudden weight. "Oh, I beg to differ."
Name: King of Dire Demons.
Nickname(s): "I have many "nicknames". The Dark Weilder, Oblivion's Key, The Hell Hound, but you may call me Blade."
Age: "I am unsure of how old I am."
Gender: Male.
Father: None.
Mother: None.
Brother(s): None.
Sister(s): Razor. Archa?
Offspring: Chuckles. "None that have lived."
Likes: "I hate everything."
Dislikes: A lot.
Fault(s): "My faults go on forever and I will not say them, for I don't want your pity. It is useless to me."
Personality: Cold. Mean. Ruthless. "I am not fond of too many things in this world and therefore I like to keep myself hidden away in the shadows, but I am one that will let you know who I am and that I have arrived. I do not fear attention, nor do I fear power."
Quote: "I'm not afriad to walk this world alone."
Special Abilities: "Ha ha ha. I have many of these, but my most known ones are my power to raise the dead and to sink inside the minds of others, control their emotions and take them under my control."
Pelt Color: Black. Gray. Red.
Eye Color: White.
Teeth Color: Onyx.
Markings: "The mark of the devil lies on my shoulder, the mark of Oblivators is on my tail, and the scars of the past line my body everywhere. And the flames along my paws, they move constantly, burning and posioning those who touch them, but they do not harm me."
Build: Lean. Strong. Tough. Muscular. Tall.
Species: Dire Demon.
Apperance: Blade's Rise
Other: "There is nothing else to say about me. I am nothing worth much time."
Past: Snarls. "Ask me again and I will kill you."
Still, you cannot breathe, nor can you feel any of your limbs or anything along your body. You are numb with pain and you stare up at what is now darkness and you continue to blink, believing that it will make some color come back, some feeling come back. Something in the world will return to sight, but nothing does. Only your echoing screams ring through your ears and the haunting voice. Another force is felt on your face and your eyes grow wide with shock and you lose the color in you face. Feeling returns, but is it horrible. The worst pain you have ever felt begins. Claws are dug into your skin, taring down.. Down towards your chest and skin. You can hear your own flesh taring as you finally scream out in agony for it to just stop. The pulling stops, but you can feel blood pump from your face and into your mouth, causing you to choke. Nothing happens for a long moment, until you feel a stabbing pain in your chest. A rib has shot through your lungs and there you lay lifeless. Sister, Reaper, how nice of you to drop by.
Sheet © Razor
Lineart © Reva
The world, such a beautiful place to be and to explore. But not to you. Today, you have gone through something horrible and thus, you leave your house in a rush to go to the woods, perhaps walk the trails and clear your mind so that you can think about everything that has just happened. Your head has been hanging the entire time that you'd been walking and you haven't been paying attention to the paths you have been taking. As something moves to your left, you raise your head quickly to look around in alarm. Nothing is seen, but you find yourself to be lost. Above, those dark clouds that had been circling all day finally break and rain begins to fall in heavy drops. You sigh and curse loudly, kicking at leaves. Turning around, you look for a fimilar path or anything of the sort. "This day couldn't get any worse." Suddenly, your throat clamps shut tightly and your hands go to your throat, you can't breathe. Not a single breath passes across your lips and your eyes begin to water, spots begin to flicker across your eyes and you see the most haunting figure come walking towards you. You stand to run, but find yourself bound to the ground but skeletal hands wrenching from the ground. Something snaps and you realize your arms and legs have broken, something else crunching sickeningly and your rips are crushed by a sudden weight. "Oh, I beg to differ."
Name: King of Dire Demons.
Nickname(s): "I have many "nicknames". The Dark Weilder, Oblivion's Key, The Hell Hound, but you may call me Blade."
Age: "I am unsure of how old I am."
Gender: Male.
Father: None.
Mother: None.
Brother(s): None.
Sister(s): Razor. Archa?
Offspring: Chuckles. "None that have lived."
Likes: "I hate everything."
Dislikes: A lot.
Fault(s): "My faults go on forever and I will not say them, for I don't want your pity. It is useless to me."
Personality: Cold. Mean. Ruthless. "I am not fond of too many things in this world and therefore I like to keep myself hidden away in the shadows, but I am one that will let you know who I am and that I have arrived. I do not fear attention, nor do I fear power."
Quote: "I'm not afriad to walk this world alone."
Special Abilities: "Ha ha ha. I have many of these, but my most known ones are my power to raise the dead and to sink inside the minds of others, control their emotions and take them under my control."
Pelt Color: Black. Gray. Red.
Eye Color: White.
Teeth Color: Onyx.
Markings: "The mark of the devil lies on my shoulder, the mark of Oblivators is on my tail, and the scars of the past line my body everywhere. And the flames along my paws, they move constantly, burning and posioning those who touch them, but they do not harm me."
Build: Lean. Strong. Tough. Muscular. Tall.
Species: Dire Demon.
Apperance: Blade's Rise
Other: "There is nothing else to say about me. I am nothing worth much time."
Past: Snarls. "Ask me again and I will kill you."
Still, you cannot breathe, nor can you feel any of your limbs or anything along your body. You are numb with pain and you stare up at what is now darkness and you continue to blink, believing that it will make some color come back, some feeling come back. Something in the world will return to sight, but nothing does. Only your echoing screams ring through your ears and the haunting voice. Another force is felt on your face and your eyes grow wide with shock and you lose the color in you face. Feeling returns, but is it horrible. The worst pain you have ever felt begins. Claws are dug into your skin, taring down.. Down towards your chest and skin. You can hear your own flesh taring as you finally scream out in agony for it to just stop. The pulling stops, but you can feel blood pump from your face and into your mouth, causing you to choke. Nothing happens for a long moment, until you feel a stabbing pain in your chest. A rib has shot through your lungs and there you lay lifeless. Sister, Reaper, how nice of you to drop by.