Post by pastafarian on Oct 26, 2010 23:19:02 GMT -5
[/font]All the performers are so happy, though their appearances are bizarre
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Tonight, well be showing
The sad fate that some of this world carry
Children that God has abandoned, restlessly creeping out
It's not that we wished to be born into these forms. Why are you looking at us like that? What a rotten face.[/center]
Name? Ulquiorra
Nickname? Spectre
Age? 4,157
Birth date? January 17
Gender? Male
Breed? Manitoba wolf
Allegiance?Spirit Wolves
Hybrid? No.
Sub-species Rhinospectre
Height? 2' 7"
Weight? 79 lbs
Orientation? Bisexual*
Sterility? Not via regular means[/size]
Scent? The cool scent of mint mixed with the bittersweet of the raspberry
Voice? Jeremy Irons. If you haven't heard him, click here.
The body is distorted in order to bend to that twisted figure
To crawl on the illuminated street with paper lanterns
Everyone knows the feeling of walking down the street
This child has to cower alone
[/font]To crawl on the illuminated street with paper lanterns
Everyone knows the feeling of walking down the street
This child has to cower alone
I want to die, want to die
Get me out of here, please
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Foolish wisdom is often best taken with sarcasm. Not always the most clear saying, but it is true for those that know Ulquiorra. His remarks are often playful, though there is often a subtle wit to them that makes its way into one's memories and appears just when needed. He's not the most courageous of characters; he'd much rather wait for the storm to pass over than to attempt to poor oil on troubled waters. He tends to take to the phrase of letting sleeping dogs lie, literally. He sleeps away most of his endless life, traveling aimlessly whenever he is awake. He was really a social creature once, though years of isolation slowly extinguished the flames of social desire that once illuminated his eyes and gave life to his voice, though the right group could always bring with it the chance of a rekindling.
Oh, my adoration. Ulquiorra has the voice of a god, or he likes to hear he does; he's actually not very confident in how his voice sounds, liking the much higher, sharper sounds of his youth. A couple thousand years tends to make your voice deeper, though.
Another one of his more favorable qualities is his ability to easily read the body language of others and manipulate conversations to his advantage by reacting accordingly.
Ulquiorra also has sharp claws that seem larger than those of the average wolf, though he refuses to state why they are like that. He dislikes fighting, though will easily defend himself.
The shame is my drug. Ulquiorra, having lost his desire for social acceptance, tends to steal from others before running away, taking a morbid satisfaction from angering others. He often only does such when stressed, however. The skull/bone mask that covers his face cannot be removed, either, as he would die. It is difficult to separate from his face, though it still remains a large weak spot. Ulquiorra also has the tendency to break bones if in a fight with a much larger wolf, though he can heal them. When traveling long distances, he often has to look out for areas that would prove hazardous to walk through, though he has roamed long enough to avoid many of them by finding alternate routes.
The pleasure brings pain. The usual; he does not sexually reproduce, nor find things sexually attractive, so everything's pretty much for looks.
I love the way you... He loves when he is complemented before entering a conversation, simply because the welcoming gestures gives him a since of acceptance that he was once used to. He also loves cold things, found sitting in the snow silently, waiting for others to pass by so he can startle them. He enjoys the feel of fur and like when others are near him, though he will become weary and back away if his face is touched.
I hate it when... Ulquiorra despises having his face touched; the feel of it not only is uncomfortable, but tampering with his mask is annoying and could result in his death. This is something he doesn't tolerate. He also hates it when people mess with his tail or comment on his apparition-like appearance, as well as mistaking him for a demon.
I cannot get enough of... Flowers. He will collect at least one of whatever flower he finds and stores them somewhere, though he often doesn't stay in one place for long, ultimately resulting in the abandonment of the flowers. Don't let him see you if you have flowers in your fur, he'll near instinctively tackle another wolf just to sniff a flower. He also has a strange habit of making nests out of feathers, claiming they help him sleep. He will actually follow flocks of birds for days to collect shed feathers.
My hearts races when... Another Rhinospectre is seen. Ulquiorra hasn't been attacked by another Horned Horror so far, and he doesn't intend to be, preferring isolation from others of his kind. He is also frightened by the thought of his eyes being cut or pierced.
This I believe... Uqluiorra stands firm in his belief that the mortal are the happiest of the brings, for their inability to detect their deaths results in their ability to live a life with more spontaneity. He also believes that he will one day be the last of his kind, a curse to the others that they'll just have to deal with; he isn't dying any time soon.
My imperfections are clear...He cannot handle stress well he turns to various, often random addictions in his bouts with depression and rage, though he eventually returns to normal only to feel like an idiot for ever having such a state of mind. He often feels as if he never reaches true happiness and won't until he can regain a connection to others, though he fears the very connection he needs.[/size]
Everyone knows the feeling of walking down the street
This child has to cower alone
This child has to cower alone
I guess the shadows reach long
But the friends that talk have their waists aligned[/center][/i]
Crystal vision? Bright, glowing green.
Oral hue? Cobalt/neon blue.
Canvas? A black mist; a night sky glistening with the stars of dust and bone. The fog seemed to lack a definite end; the fur blurring and distorting its shades to become fluid in nature. It looks as if darkness came in contact with a ray of light, and the small spark of chaos scattered glowing specs of debris across the miniature universe. When disturbed by some alien god, the strands of time are fine to the touch, though they are often left to continue without interference. Each time line is long and detailed, though the heat of a new eon often shortens them.
Markings less inviting. None
Markings more prideful. Being a Rhinospectre, Ulquiorra has a long horn that extends out out about the length of his nose and then curves sharply downwards at a near right angle, his also splits at the peak into two small horns, however. There is a thin green streak that runs through the middle of the horn.
Don't stare too closely. His tail has a slight hook in it near the very tip, and though it isn't very noticeable, he worries about it frequently.
I'm sick, infected with... Sorrow.
Pack? Valcantia
The power within me... Spirit Acknowledgment.
Sensing things far too odd... Excluding the spirits, no.
It's a birth thing... Ulquiorra can heal himself rapidly by absorbing parts of the bones that appear magically attached to his body, as well as absorbing the bones of other Rhinospectre to become stronger, this is used most frequently for battle, though he seldom fights.
It doesn't take much for me to fly. Being a Greater Rhinospectre, Ulquiorra does have wings, though they are large and membranous, similar to bat wings. Due to his high magic power, he can fly even when these are damaged or torn, but it is more tiring, as the magic is more frequently used to simply hid the wings rather than complement them.[/size]
Their shaking tongues even accidentally cry out
The crowns of their head that caress the dark clouds.
[/font]The crowns of their head that caress the dark clouds.
They smile as they dream of their mothers embrace
Oh, the deformity!
DEFORMITY!
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YOUR NAME HERE. Pastafarian
You can also call me... Pasta, Clipseh
I've seen the world for... 14 years too long
I've played with puppets for... 5 years
I also pull the strings of... Do you have any other characters?
Drop by and see him.
Drop by and see him.
Drop by and see him.
CHARACTER COPYRIGHT TO;; Pastafarian
IMAGE COPYRIGHT TO;;
LYRICS COPYRIGHT TO;; Dark Woods Circus - Vocaloid
TEMPLATE COPYRIGHT TO;; SKYE ?[/size][/blockquote]
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