Post by Razor on Feb 16, 2008 18:51:32 GMT -5
Character © Razor
Sheet © Razor
Lineart © -
You walk through the dead forest. So cold... It's so cold. A sudden stench over takes you, causing your eyes to water and your nose to sting. Death swarms around you, overtaking you, causing you to sink to your knees and scream in agony. A pain has come to you. It feels as though you are awake during an open heart surgery, only much worse. You wish yourself dead and scream out the wish. "Please, let me die!" A voice comes to you, washing over you like ice. You feel dead and like you'll never lose this dispaire you now feel running through your veins. "That can be arranged."
Name: The Grim Reaper.
Nickname(s): "I have many nicknames that have flooded history to continue scaring others, however, the one I go by most is Reaper."
Age: "I am ageless. There is no limit to when I shall die. Of course I was born along with my siblings, but I won't die. I can't die, but oh how I wish I could."
Gender: Male.
Father: Blood.
Mother: Mist. "Damn this female. She is the reason for what I go through every day."
Brother(s): Grave Escourt. Xen. Zafer. Zac.
Sister(s): Xendra. Scythe.
Offspring: Disoto. Spear. Vear.
Likes: Nothing.
Dislikes: Many things.
Fault(s): "My faults are beyong what I can decribe. I am a hated wolf by many and crushed on by other idoitic females who believe they can reach inside of me and find me. It is my fault, I suppose? I can control my emotions, but I am annoyed by so many things. Perhaps it is easier for you just to stay away."
Personality: "...I cannot describe myself very well, but I shall do my best. I like to be alone and therefore some call me mysterious. I'm an angered wolf, hating the world and everything in it except one being."
This creature, one that cannot be described, though it has been attempted by many others. He is a creature of unknown proportions and with such power comes the lack of patience with wolves that know nothing though act like they do. He cannot stand the thingyiness that comes from wolves who believe they are strong and believe they can kill what is already dead. A cold being. He opens up to no one other then one female that will remain unnamed. It's been a long while since he had felt the warmth of true blood running through his veins and he longs for that feeling again and he longs to die for good, though he knows it shall never happen. He's easily annoyed by rudeness and snootiness. Though he cannot attack, his time of freedom is dawning. The night arrives very soon that he will be able to run free with the feeling of true blood and kill who he wishes.
Quote: "Allow me to walk you to your grave."
Special Abilities: "I can see and feel death. For example, if one were dieing, I could see that and I would feel their pain and whatever emotion it is that is going through them at the moment. I can also feel life. If you were to walk on the ground miles away, I could feel your pulse, your emotions, and at times your thoughts. There is no sneaking around me. I have other abilities that you need not know about."
Pelt Color: Black. Maroon. Gray. Purple.
Eye Color: No eyes.
Teeth Color: Onyx.
Markings: See photo.
Build: Strong. Tough. Tall. Muscular. Swift.
Species: Dire Demon.
Apperance: The Counterpart (There's going to be a small plot that I'm doing with Reaper. No one is really needed, it's kinda just a conflix between himself. He's still black for now and I'll let everyone know when he goes white. :] If you'd like to hear the plot and maybe join in, just ask. I'm always happy to have people join.)
Other: "For years I have been haunted by the image of one female, though I dare not speak her name. For so long I have thought of raising her back and bringing back what once actually made me feel close to being alive, but I can't do that. I won't. These emotions I feel are not real. Excuse me for bothering you with it."
Past: Snarls. "Don't you dare ask me about such a thing!"
His head turns and you see his hackles begin to stand. "Those d**n twins are back! Razor and Blade should know better then to show their faces around me. Oh, right. To take care of you. He returns his attention to you and walks towards you and your skin begins to crawl, literally. Your skin is boiling and melting from you, revealing pure bone and you scream out in agony and fall into a world of darkness. --- You wake a few moments later to find a note next to you reading, "Tell no one what you heard and saw." You feel a seering pain on your chest and you pull away your shirt to find an odd marking across your chest that is bleeding, only to heal over quickly and disapper. You're sweating and paint and you stand, running for your life away from this place, vowing to never return.