Post by Hush on Mar 28, 2012 13:11:24 GMT -5
[/center]Hush {Swindle} Verlorn
" I can tell you lies, 'till you’re left in disgrace
Kick you when you're down, and spit in your face
Lead you on 'till you're lost without a trace
I think bad thoughts"
------------------------------------------------Hello! My name is Blitz. I've been on this planet for 17 years, but I have 2 years of experience. You may know me from The Realm. I have 0 other crazies in this place.
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Full Name -- Hush {Swindle} Verlorn
Nickname -- Swindle.
Age -- 4 Years.
Season of Birth -- Winter.
Gender -- Male.
Sexual Orientation -- Bi-sexual.
Class -- Necromancer.
Magics -- Nightmare .&. Command the Undead.
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Likes -- Rain…Night…Storms
Dislikes -- Seriouseness…Tension…Quiet
Fears -- Abandonment…Punishment
Strengths -- Raising the Dead…Stealth…Agility
Weaknesses -- Bi-polar…Impish…Violent
Overall Personality --Hush has manners, he’s a downright gentleman and always willing to help a fellow out…for a price. Hush bargains in the tricky business of deals and favors, willing to lend a hand if he’s guaranteed due payment of course. He’s quiet the trustworthy little brute too, always carrying out is end of the bargain. The same is expected from the other end of the party and a broken deal with Hush can mean…painful repayment. He demands full guarantee of a promised sale and isn’t afraid to bloody his paws to make sure a deal is properly conducted and carried out. Of course, if a bargain isn’t worded properly…well, it’s not always broken, is it? Hush has a silver tongue, able to phrase anything to make it sound like paradise when that’s only true for him. His promises are laced with landmines, booby-traps that twist words and leave Hush with everything and his partners with nothing. When dealing with the little beast it’s always best to perk your ears and keep your wits about you as one double meaning can leave you dangling off a metaphorical cliff, or maybe even a real one, who knows?
While Hush does press a hard deal he’s never rude or overbearing, always minding his P’s and Q’s when around others, as they say “A man’s manners are a mirror in which he shows his portrait”. Self image is important to Hush, and many a hobo will have found that the best deals are made with those who can present themselves tasteful. A lady who acts like a wench and a male who plays fool are in no way friends, and seldom associates, with Hush. Keep mind that all that glitters is not gold, as is the case with Hush, for this polished hobos exterior hides a thieving, spiteful, imp.
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Fur Color -- Multiple ebon hues and rainy blues.
Eyes -- Hush’s eyes are a blanket of pure white, glowing softly as if lit from within by a candle.
Height -- 2’7”.
Weight -- 95 Ibs.
Mutations -- Glow.
Overall Appearance --His legs are delicate little limbs, like that of a dancers. They give Hush a permanent sashay to his step, a swagger that screams out ‘Bad Bitch!’. He carries himself with certain…feminine haughtiness. His petite little frame and sloping features make Hush seem very delicate. His stomach is tight and shows off a little rib, though not in a starved fashion. His face is gently made, lacking sharp angles and giving him a pouty element. His eyes are tilted in such a way that, depending on his mood, either makes him look awfully depressed or chock-full of mocking glee. They emit a heavenly white glow that leaves light trails behind him as he makes his rounds, glowing ivory orbs like twin moons at night. His ears are a little large and, much to his mortification, tend to flop into his face. Little tufts of fur curl from their tips and tickle his nose causing Hush to sneeze, something that sounds like an endearing minute chirp.
Hush’s coat is as feminine as the rest of him, soft silken tresses of ebon that have a mind of their own. Unlike Hush’s Mickey Mousethey are completely disorderly, creating little spikes and miniature Mohawk ridges in various places along his pelt. Along his throat and scruff this velveteen fur lengthens, creating an even more chaotic picture. Despite his attempts to tame his unruly pelt Hush has had little to no successes and therefore flaunts his hide like a prize, trying to sell off its rebellious style. This rioting coat is of the darkest ebon, dappled with darker shadows and hints of smoky grays. Along his spine is where it is darkest while along his ears and toes it lightens into a smoggy blue/gray/black blend.
The only marking that decorates Hush’s midnight hide is a zigzagging geometric pattern in a diverse amount of blue hues. This marking starts at his maw and makes a sharp curve upwards, giving Hush a permanent smile in cobalt blue. It then randomly curls and twists down his neck and across his flank, backtracking once to form a box-like curl on his stomach. The marking is mirrored on his other side, virtually the same with only slight alterations. At night the marking pulses with ever-changing blue tints, sometimes glacier blue and other times a deep sapphire.
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Birth Pack -- Loner
Overall History --Hush could never figure out why his parents had pups. It was obvious they were unfit for a task that required such dedication, those two were flakier than biscuits. They only stuck around long enough to wean Hush and his siblings before they ditched them. They never even named the little buggers. Hush was called so only because, due to his constant crying, his mother always murmured hush, hush to him. His brother was called Dearest and his sister always told Sweety.
The trio stuck together for only a short while after the abandonment of their ‘doting parentals’. In the short year after they split Hush learned just how valuable deals could be, how a well made bargain could guarantee safety and shelter. He became quiet the dealer, sometimes a swindler. He figured out how to word a certain phrase here and there to gain more in a promise and became aware of self image. Hush made himself into a polished lupine, somebody to be respected. He would never again be left with nothing, he would always be able to bargain into the savvy lifestyle he so preferred.
He briefly housed with small packs but soon grew tired of their unstable safety and decided that it would be best to find his way into one of the larger packs. He began his journey to the Iatia pack and here he hoped to make a deal that would ensure him the safety he sought as he continued to make his trades.
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