Post by Shadow on Jul 11, 2008 12:16:29 GMT -5
General
Name: Crest.
Pronunciation: [krest]
Meaning: 1.The highest point or level; climax; culmination.
Nickname(s): None.
Age: Young Adult.
Gender: Female.
Species: Disasters' Reject.
Relations
Mother: Eclipse.
Father Syringe.
Sibling(s): Fathom.
Current Relationship: None.
Off-Spring: None.
Other Family: None.
Appearance[/b][/size][/color]
Eye Color: Blue.
Hair/Fur Color: A very dark gray.
Tattoos/Markings: A strange symbol on her hip, lighter grayed ears, underbelly and claw-like markings on her tail.
Build: Compact, only slightly smaller than usual.
Overall: Crest is a small wolf, as wolves' sizes go, but she is still larger than a mere pup. Her coat is strangely sleek, though bits of it lay in clumps on her back. The she-wolf's flesh is known to rot off, leaving nothing but the white bones underneath. When that happens, white, transparent angels' wings comes from the shoulder blades of her bones. In the light of a full-moon, her fur will grow back, and her wings will disappear.
Other: Crest with fur.
Important
Personality: She possesses a strong desire to die, for she has found that every time she tried to remember something past waking up at the age of seven months she saw darkness; nothingness; an empty feeling where something should be. She rarely hunts for herself, but will for others. She's found being somewhat helpful takes her mind off things it needn't be on. But she is not a saint. She has been known to kill what annoys her, and has somewhat of a temper. Her personality and "kindness" level ranges from her mood, to her depression. Despite this lack of life, when she's not thinking of different ways she could die, she is quite normal. She enjoys the thrill of the hunt, and longs for company. She is also curious. Being at such an age where she must face the strange "puberty" of her race, she has time to develop. Basically, she suicidal, but she seems to be prolonging it the more she lives. Alas, her race was never truly alive to begin with, causing a conflict with her inner-most desires. In truth, the female is afraid of death, as most wolves are, but chooses to face it head-on rather than shy away. It gives her a slightly deranged appearance to others, and she is often out-casted. And if that doesn't keep wolves away, her slowly melting (and rotting) flesh will. P.S., The lights may be on, but sometimes, nobody's home... (She's a bit crazy.)
History: A black and tangled mess, past waking up on a grassy hill at a young age of seven months. At the age of a year, this was all she could remember. But slowly, slowly it came back. Crest is a rare, and somewhat frightening species that originated from when rays of the moon on a half-eclipse, penetrated the ground where dead wolves lay. In the moon's light, their flesh grew, and their mindless corpses walked across the vast earth in search of their purpose. These mindless puppets, much like zombies, somehow attracted other wolves, and they mated. This caused the birth of wolves who were half-dead, but also half-alive. Because of this, their bodies couldn't sustain everyday bodily functions. They rotted like corpses, but thrived as living beings. In the light of the moon, their bodies rejuvenated, and their souls regained a part of themselves. But this species was an abomination; a mistake. The moon had brought forth a horrible, horrible sin upon the world. They were hunted. They were destroyed. They fled. Angels and demons, normal wolves, and those of neutrality alike hunted these strange, though already scarce, creatures. There was one Disasters' Reject (As they were dubbed) for every ten thousand wolves. All in all, there were maybe a total of ten to twenty in existence. But because they lived forever, it didn't matter. The original abominations caused heart-ache and disaster where-ever they went. Simply put, they were not meant to exist, and caused the balance to break. The moon corrected its mistake. All of the original dead wolf zombies were silenced, thrown back into the earth, by the eclipse of the moon by the sun. But their offspring remained. They alone could not be killed by a mortal wolf. They were like ghosts, floating around, rotting, then coming back to life. Some called them redemption, others, the impending Armageddon. Some thought they were angels of death, though most knew better than to assume the (almighty and smexy) Reaper would allow such a thing. The amount of Disasters' Reject in the world was now three. One was Crest, the other was her brother, and the third was unknown. Crest's mother was one of the first to fall prey to being "resurrected". But, because of what she was, Crest longed to die. It was an impossible task. She's traveled a fair distance for any wolf, though she has been barred underground for a few years.
Quote: "What am I...?"
Other: Her personality is very contradictory, as is her logic; angering her is not advised, but sometimes she can act in humorous ways. She is a strange, ghost like-figure. Because of what Crest is, she sees three moons instead of one. In her eyes, the moon is reflected two-fold. That, and because it rules so much of her life, she is forced to obey it as it wanes and waxes.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Character © Shadow
Art © Makita
Sheet © Shadow [/color]
Name: Crest.
Pronunciation: [krest]
Meaning: 1.The highest point or level; climax; culmination.
Nickname(s): None.
Age: Young Adult.
Gender: Female.
Species: Disasters' Reject.
Relations
Mother: Eclipse.
Father Syringe.
Sibling(s): Fathom.
Current Relationship: None.
Off-Spring: None.
Other Family: None.
Appearance[/b][/size][/color]
Eye Color: Blue.
Hair/Fur Color: A very dark gray.
Tattoos/Markings: A strange symbol on her hip, lighter grayed ears, underbelly and claw-like markings on her tail.
Build: Compact, only slightly smaller than usual.
Overall: Crest is a small wolf, as wolves' sizes go, but she is still larger than a mere pup. Her coat is strangely sleek, though bits of it lay in clumps on her back. The she-wolf's flesh is known to rot off, leaving nothing but the white bones underneath. When that happens, white, transparent angels' wings comes from the shoulder blades of her bones. In the light of a full-moon, her fur will grow back, and her wings will disappear.
Other: Crest with fur.
Important
Personality: She possesses a strong desire to die, for she has found that every time she tried to remember something past waking up at the age of seven months she saw darkness; nothingness; an empty feeling where something should be. She rarely hunts for herself, but will for others. She's found being somewhat helpful takes her mind off things it needn't be on. But she is not a saint. She has been known to kill what annoys her, and has somewhat of a temper. Her personality and "kindness" level ranges from her mood, to her depression. Despite this lack of life, when she's not thinking of different ways she could die, she is quite normal. She enjoys the thrill of the hunt, and longs for company. She is also curious. Being at such an age where she must face the strange "puberty" of her race, she has time to develop. Basically, she suicidal, but she seems to be prolonging it the more she lives. Alas, her race was never truly alive to begin with, causing a conflict with her inner-most desires. In truth, the female is afraid of death, as most wolves are, but chooses to face it head-on rather than shy away. It gives her a slightly deranged appearance to others, and she is often out-casted. And if that doesn't keep wolves away, her slowly melting (and rotting) flesh will. P.S., The lights may be on, but sometimes, nobody's home... (She's a bit crazy.)
History: A black and tangled mess, past waking up on a grassy hill at a young age of seven months. At the age of a year, this was all she could remember. But slowly, slowly it came back. Crest is a rare, and somewhat frightening species that originated from when rays of the moon on a half-eclipse, penetrated the ground where dead wolves lay. In the moon's light, their flesh grew, and their mindless corpses walked across the vast earth in search of their purpose. These mindless puppets, much like zombies, somehow attracted other wolves, and they mated. This caused the birth of wolves who were half-dead, but also half-alive. Because of this, their bodies couldn't sustain everyday bodily functions. They rotted like corpses, but thrived as living beings. In the light of the moon, their bodies rejuvenated, and their souls regained a part of themselves. But this species was an abomination; a mistake. The moon had brought forth a horrible, horrible sin upon the world. They were hunted. They were destroyed. They fled. Angels and demons, normal wolves, and those of neutrality alike hunted these strange, though already scarce, creatures. There was one Disasters' Reject (As they were dubbed) for every ten thousand wolves. All in all, there were maybe a total of ten to twenty in existence. But because they lived forever, it didn't matter. The original abominations caused heart-ache and disaster where-ever they went. Simply put, they were not meant to exist, and caused the balance to break. The moon corrected its mistake. All of the original dead wolf zombies were silenced, thrown back into the earth, by the eclipse of the moon by the sun. But their offspring remained. They alone could not be killed by a mortal wolf. They were like ghosts, floating around, rotting, then coming back to life. Some called them redemption, others, the impending Armageddon. Some thought they were angels of death, though most knew better than to assume the (almighty and smexy) Reaper would allow such a thing. The amount of Disasters' Reject in the world was now three. One was Crest, the other was her brother, and the third was unknown. Crest's mother was one of the first to fall prey to being "resurrected". But, because of what she was, Crest longed to die. It was an impossible task. She's traveled a fair distance for any wolf, though she has been barred underground for a few years.
Quote: "What am I...?"
Other: Her personality is very contradictory, as is her logic; angering her is not advised, but sometimes she can act in humorous ways. She is a strange, ghost like-figure. Because of what Crest is, she sees three moons instead of one. In her eyes, the moon is reflected two-fold. That, and because it rules so much of her life, she is forced to obey it as it wanes and waxes.
Likes:
- The moon.
- The challenge killing herself presents.
- Cloudless nights.
Dislikes:
- The quiet.
- Wolves who talk too much.
- Any basic lack of knowledge.
Character © Shadow
Art © Makita
Sheet © Shadow [/color]