Post by Arathorn on Sept 17, 2010 7:30:20 GMT -5
[/img][/size]Royalty runs through our blood lines. We are the superior beings. Bow down to usIMAGE GOES HERE
They come across the sea from the island of eternity
Dark ships with banners high, the whole world in their sight
They are the Godly race, suppressing every place
Occult powers reign of fear invincible technology[/center][/font][/size]
Name? Sindri
Meaning: Little Sparkle
Nickname? Sin
Age? 2819 approximately, though the age cannot be exact....
Birth date? December 21st
Gender? Male
Breed? Gray Lord
Fae Species Txeru
Hybrid? The mere thought is insulting.
Full breed or half He is pure fae dear fool
Height? Roughly 3 Feet
Weight? 90 Lbs
Orientation? Heterosexual
Sterility? Yes
Scent? At first, the aroma clinging to Sindri is musky and exotic, alluring and inviting. He smells bittersweet, like orchids and lilies. The solid, fresh scent of water and ice seems to cling to him as well, but after his departure, the smell of death and decay seem to linger.
Voice? His voice is eloquent, his speech, that of a gentleman. But do not be fooled, Behind his teeth lay honeyed words that turn to poison without effort or thought of the others' will or feelings. (Brad Pitt) www.youtube.com/watch?v=yT49uOXHKiU
The bloody way on their quest
Day by day they never rest, triumph is eternal
Hail, superior race
Obey superior race now.
We'd love you know more about you, You seem like a fine Fae, too, care to elaborate?
Day by day they never rest, triumph is eternal
Hail, superior race
Obey superior race now.
We'd love you know more about you, You seem like a fine Fae, too, care to elaborate?
It is never wise to judge a book by its cover, especially a Gray Lord. Within the angelic frame and behind his lovely eyes, lurks the heart and soul of a murderer. Only one thing matters to Sindri: himself. He can taste drams of the Fae's returning to earth, and he would and will do anything to make those dreams a reality. Often he abuses first impressions, toying with his prey before he ends the game.
Appearances are everything to Sin. If you appear weak then you are and all will take advantage of it. If you display your power frequently and strike fear in the hearts of followers, then none shall bother you. But it is not only the appearance of power that drive Sindri, it is also physical appearances. Sindri may be shallow and vain and proud and arrogant, but he is also cunning and deceitful, which may be all you see at first glance. But underneath are qualities and traits that may surprise many unsuspecting beings.
Haunted by nightmares of a world that no longer belongs to him, Sindri's mind is just one step away from insanity. His obsession with revenge is bone chilling, and his desire to regain his former glory is so powerful that its presence could leave you breathless. Behind his front of arrogance and power is fear. Fear that he will never again see the Fae's returned to glory. Sindri knows he is the last of his kind, and the in itself is an immense weight, for if he dies, its all over.
Oh, my adoration. Charismatic and persuasive, Sindri has a silver tongue that can convince even the most devout to commit a most terrible crime. He gives the appearance of sympathy and understanding and compassion, but they're only masks. But he is cunning and bold, as well as brash and yet patient.
The shame is my drug. Sin is apathetic, misleading and unfaithful. Sindri is self centered and self motivated, and will do nothing unless it benefits him. He's vain and proud as well as conceited.
The pleasure brings pain. Let us simply say that Sindri enjoys his partner's pain. He very much so likes to be in control.
I love the way you... While he so does love chaos, Sindri can enjoy the simple pleasures of solitude and silence. But above all others he enjoys to instigate conflict that most especially lead to someone being hurt - whether that hurt is emotional or physical. He doesn't quite care which!
I hate it when... More than anything Sin had no love of peace, but what really infuriates the Gray Lord are the devout who worship the heathen gods who stole the Earth from the Faes. He hates every single lupine that calls his world home. But his hatred is not purely limited to them, he's also a homophobic who will often lash out against those who stray from the natural way of things, but he also hates Heaven wolves, for he feels that they have the closest connection to the ones that stole his Earth.
I cannot get enough of... His appearance and of course, his home world
My hearts races when... Losing his abilities, falling from power, and losing his soul.
This I believe... Sindri believes that the Earth rightfully belongs to Faes, most notably the Gray Lords. He finds comfort in the belief that all usurpers are doomed to die and that one day the Fae's shall live on their beloved earth again.
My imperfections are clear... Shallow and two faced, Sindri is conceited, vain, and above all, proud.[/size]
I'm wearin' myself a t-shirt that says "The world is my ashtray", Our hearts pump dust and our hairs all gray...
You're looking mighty fine, most of the time, care to enlighten us?[/center][/i]
Crystal vision? The left eyes is a solid and brilliant gold, the other is a ghastly shade of lavender.
Oral hue? White
Canvas? Covered snout to tail in hard, scale like diamond that glisten in the sunlight and smolder in the darkness, Sindri's pelt is multiple shades of bright blue. Ranging from aquamarine to sapphire all across his body.
Markings less inviting. None
Markings more prideful. Brilliant white diamond star on his chest.
Don't stare too closely. None
I'm sick, infected with... None
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I was given a gift... Can change appearances and has rapid speed
Sensing things far too odd... Aura Reading
I bear the gift of angels. Yes, little dragon fly wings that are more for show, but can be used for flight if necessary.[/size]
Godlike dominance over other tribes
Inhuman malice in their mystic eyes
In a world of chaos human race is lost
Assumption of power, empires fall to dust
Fall to dust.
[/font]Inhuman malice in their mystic eyes
In a world of chaos human race is lost
Assumption of power, empires fall to dust
Fall to dust.
Now that we know of your marionette, we'll learn about your silhouette, wanna explain?[/center][/i]
MADELINE
You can also call me... Maddie, Madzi, iWin, Arathorn
I've seen the world for... 17
I've played with puppets for... -refer to Arathorn's post-
I also pull the strings of... Arathorn & Dune
It's been divine, friend. Thanks for your time, friend.
CHARACTER COPYRIGHT TO;; Madeline
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LYRICS COPYRIGHT TO;; Tiny cities made of Ashes- Modest Mouse
TEMPLATE COPYRIGHT TO;; SKYE & DARK?[/size][/blockquote]
