Post by Blight LaReign on Mar 25, 2012 20:59:49 GMT -5
[/center]Blight LaReign
"Every conformist still hides in plain sight."
------------------------------------------------Hello! My name is Harlequiynn. I've been on this planet for seventeen years, but I have seven years of experience. You may know me from Riley or Chris. I have no other crazies in this place.
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Full Name -- Blight LaReign
Nickname -- Blight
Age -- Six years
Season of Birth -- October
Gender -- Male
Sexual Orientation -- Heterosexual
Class -- Paladin
Magics -- Arcane Sight
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Likes -- Any particularly black flower, specifically tulips. Participating in nocturnal behavior. The scent of blood.
Dislikes -- Unusually chilly evenings. Sudden sharp, loud, or obnoxious sounds. Looking directly into another's eyes.
Fears -- Death. Losing a highly important loved one.
Strengths -- Has highly commendable defensive instincts. Rich with wisdom concerning the Otherside (afterlife). Has an unparalleled sense of fidelity.
Weaknesses -- Afraid of the concept of matrimony and love; forbids any personal centering around another in a romantic way. Falters from hostility towards women; finds it difficult to be dominating over them. Shallow in means of conversation; very short-spoken.
Overall Personality --Blight is extremely socially awkward. He has his advances in leadership skills, amongst extinguishing public quarreling and mutiny, but anyone could find it difficult to engage in a one on one conversation with one of his nature. He is highly protective of others whether or not they are strangers or family; it seems his actions are without spoken reason most of the time. Like his father before him, he prefers to keep his life in mystery and his business locked within the confines of his mind and only his mind. He's been particularly adept with concern for the supernatural. He is entranced almost by the possibility of an afterlife, to which he has a large vocabulary for, and connects it strongly to his worshiped God of Death. He does not ally death with evil, as he is in no way shape or form violent without proper cause.
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Fur Color -- Jet black; iridescent with variate shades of purple as the sun reflects from his sleek, shiny fur. Rings of purple back his ears while a single ring of the same amaranthine hue borders his right eye. His nose, pad, tongue and gums are all the same shade of purple.
Eyes -- His right eye is crystalline purple, however his left eye is a piercing, almost otherworldly shade of silver.
Height -- Six feet.
Weight -- One hundred and eighty pounds.
Mutations -- Refer to eye color.
Overall Appearance --Though he is at maximum height for a wolf of his age, his size is not to be accompanied with massive amounts of sinew and bulk. His sleek fur usually emphasizes what tones muscles he does have along his shoulders, and the muscles that thicken the circumference of his legs, however his legs are long and his body is lanky, leaving him more room to be agile rather than robust and powerful. He doesn't throw his weight around too much, but when he is enraged, he isn't too rational to consider the consequences of thrashing his body about in his attempts to tear flesh and bone. Though quite tall, the only short thing about him might be his stout muzzle; one should not underestimate his bite though as his jaws are heavily exercised and power packed.
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Birth Pack -- Loner
Overall History --At the very moments he was old enough to begin developing a personality, he was showing unnatural behavior. His parents noted him popularly amongst their peers as being unordinary, particularly due to his strong preference of feeding along, after all of his litter mates had finished feeding during the weaning period. As he aged and his siblings wondering amidst the world within a small perimeter of their den, he would not explore the outside world for he complained often of the sun being painful on his left, silver eye as it poured in silky rays into the earth's orifice that they called their home. He would be caught several times exploring at night; finding his peace with the world under the touch of the moon and her cold gaze. While his siblings remained under the wing of their parents for training, he found a quick escape from his family, and without any interest to their care for him at all, as he was seemingly without love or attachment to anyone. He found his means of survival through living as a rouge and having to deal with harsh conditions of mother nature through trial with daily life. He's had run-ins with others, indeed, but most don't stick too long with him as his seeming lack of interest in them tended to ward them off. After once finding a possible mate of his selection, and forming some threads of emotion, he lost her in a traumatic accident during a storm. Though burdened by her lost, he was more than intrigued by her death, and the looming sense that she was always with him still. In desperation for her comfort to return, he sought to anyone and anything for answers on how to communicate with her. In doing this, he found his residency alongside the throne of the God of Death, who he believes helped him achieve his goals and answers through witness to various other events and casualties.
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