Post by Hatchet on May 11, 2012 19:15:56 GMT -5
[/center]HATCHET
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"When I want your opinion, I’ll beat it out of you. Until then, why don’t you slip into something more enjoyable…like a coma."
------------------------------------------------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 Cries of Luna. I have 1 (Hush)other crazies in this place.
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Full Name -- Hatchet Kaiser.
Nickname -- Hatchet.
Age -- 2 ½ years.
Season of Birth -- Summer.
Gender -- Male.
Sexual Orientation -- Homosexual.
Class -- Mage.
Magics -- Heal .&. Regenerate.
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Likes -- Hatchet, being the vain little sprite he is, loves his own name. He also loves the sun and the scorching heat it brings, much like his own temper. And, while he may not admit it, he loves healing others (even if all he ever does is complain about how much of a pain in the ass it is).
Dislikes -- He loathes winter with its frigid chill and idiotic ice. Morons, he hates those too, though Hatchet has a different word he likes to use when describing them. He also hates any that dare insult his obvious BA attitude by calling him…cute.
Fears -- He may spit in their faces, but big wolves do scare the ever loving daylights out of him; especially when they’re all snarly. Females also tend to frighten the little imp, though he’ll play it off as disgust and act like a total ‘get off my lawn’ old fart.
Strengths -- His courage (stupidity *cough, cough*) actually makes the devil quite a force to be reckoned with. Especially with all those freakin’ needle teeth! His ‘mad skillz’ with healing make him an asset to any wolf. And , in his mind, his obvious sexiness is a total strength…when the arse doesn’t ruin it by opening his trap.
Weaknesses -- He’s a prideful sun demon, and he won’t let you forget. How so? With his temper that’ll flare up like tinder soaked in gasoline. Throw in a stick shoved so far up his but it’ll never find its way out and you’ve got a few of the more obvious down-sides to the golden eyed devil.
Overall Personality --Despite what Hatchet so determinedly believes, no, he is not 6” and 250ibs. No, he cannot ‘beat you down until your begging for mercy’. And, no, he cannot, nor will he ever be able to, ‘stun even the most crude wolf with his alarmingly glorious smexyness’. In short, Hatchet is far from being the total bad-ass he thinks he is. Though you’ll never hear me tell him otherwise: the little spit-fire packs a heeluva bite.
Vain is an understatement when it comes to the little sun demon Hatchet. You’ll have a raging inferno on you paws if you dare describe his obvious sexiness as merely ’pretty’ or ’handsome’, and if you dare refer to him as cute he’ll ‘knock you block off’. He truly does believe that he is a gift placed upon this world to bless the lives of those less fortunate, to bring warmth and happiness to the poorly neglected souls of the ‘uglier’ persuasion. He fails to realize that, with his temper, it’s rare that anybody can find happiness within his presence.
The petite devil may only be roughly two years of age but anybody would believe he was a senile old man with a stick shoved way to far up his arse. Hatchet’s wrath cannot even be properly hinted at with words like rage and fury because his ego induced anger is so much more…blazing…and much, much more violent. He may not be able to rip into you like he thinks he can but the speed demon has no problem showing you just how much of a pain he can be with his impish bites and needle sharp claws. Many a bigger brute will admit to knowing the lingering pain of an enraged Hatchet’s fangs as the tiny fiend has no problem with taking on the big guys. Hell, if he had it his way he’d face off against Ackay himself just to show the ugly piece of crap who was really in charge around here.
A spiteful imp is he in every manner. Hatchet, being the prideful dolt he is, cannot refuse the wondrous temptations of the primitive instinct called lust. Many a male has found the little sun demon flouncing before them with teasing rolls of his hips and flirtatious battering of his large golden eyes, and many more have found out the hard way that, typically, that is all Hatchet is willing to indulge in. Hatchet has bed only a miniscule (in both size and amount) total of wolves and would fancy keeping it that way: he is no ‘cheap whore ready to ravage any male with a pulse’. He has high, self-set, standards and no wolf will be excused from them.
While the number of those he has spurned is much larger, there is a small pool of wolves who know the more gentle side of the spiteful medic. Of course his vain and short tempered ways do not simply disappear, but they do, mercifully, calm into something slightly more bearable. If you can manage to get onto that small sliver of space called Hatchet’s good side you’ll find yourself with a playful and, dare I say it, lovable squishy wolf of cuteness. Yes, it has been said. Cuteness. Hatchet is no stranger to emotions that range on the more kind side of the spectrum, he just prefers to refrain from indulging in such ‘silly feelings that bring about nothing but wet, sniffly, snot-ridden flee bags’. Still, even the righteously named ‘Hatchet’ cannot withstand the urges of…kindness.
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Fur Color -- A red dark as rose petals.
Eyes -- Two golden suns set within his fiery features.
Height -- 2’5”
Weight -- 80 ibs.
Mutations -- Poison -located in those little razor sharp teeth-.
Overall Appearance --There’s a lot of swagger packed into this little hellion (and a lot of vinegar too). He’s as small as they come and probably won’t grow much taller in his life though that doesn’t stop him from acting like he’s a thug of 6”. His wanna-be badass act is even tougher not to laugh at due to the fact that, while being small, he’s also unbearably feminine and cute. He’s a delicate looking thing though is facial features are usually that of a sour lemon. His obnoxiously fluffy coat only adds to the insane urge to cuddle him into oblivion, what with his thick plume and feathery pelt. If only the little demon didn’t look so damn enraged all the time!
His pelt and eyes are what slowly got him the reputation of being a ‘sun demon/devil’. His thick coat is colored a dark red, like a Redstone canyon’s walls at sunset. The color lightens to more of a scarlet along his paws whilst darkening to a drying rose petal red around his spine and ears. Peering from his face are two eyes that are wasted on the usually grumpy devil. They big and wide, the long sought after eyes that give any wolf that ultimate pout and look of innocence. And they’re gold: gold like the sunrise. They’re perfect art of looking adorable is never taken advantage of by the scowling sprite that is Hatchet. Though there are times when a certain emotion will cross his face…and then your totally screwed, cause those pretty golden hues will look up at you with all of their prettiness on display and it’s near impossible to form any word resembling ‘No’. Circling around his left eye is a pale white-gold outline of an Aztec sun.
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Birth Pack -- Rio.
Overall History --The Rio pack was more of a giant bundle of medics truthfully. They were a congregation of wolves that all possessed the power to heal; teaching each other new magics and breeding more powerful healers for future generations. Of the founding members of the Rio pack, each had to give up one of their children, send them off into the world to help others. Hatchet was one such child.
His original name was Solaris and it was noted early on that he was going to be…difficult. He was always a cranky sour-puss and not many choose to remain around the spitfire youngling. When he reached the age of one it was a relief for the pack to send him off (though the vain little demon had no idea their eagerness for him to be gone). He happily left to become the ‘all dominating healer of ultimate proportions’.
During his year away from home the little imp gained the name Hatchet (told to him often enough by the loners he periodically healed). It stuck, mostly because the deviant really was a hatchet in his personality and healings.
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