Post by fear on Jun 15, 2010 1:00:31 GMT -5
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Lead us, lead us
To the Buria
S I N N E R
To the Buria
S I N N E R
Nicknames;; Sinn
Gender;; Male
Age;; 5
Birth Date;; August 18th
Species;; Maned Wolf
Wolf alliance;; Shadow Wolves
Hybrid;; No.
Height;; 3.3ft
Weight;; 50lbs
Orientation;; Bisexual
Sterility;; Sinn is surprisingly unsterile, reasons unknown.
Step aside and watch the lions roar as they rule
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They Gave Me A Body!
[/size] With an iron fist and promise floor’s left to play
Nefendus
Nefendus
Eyes;; Sinn has abnormal eyes; in fact, they are very abnormal. Just detectable is the pupil, though within the clouded folds of an expanded iris they are difficult to actually visualize. Sinn’s eyes are very similar to that of a blind wolf’s in color and pigmentation. A pale grayish blue, they are perfectly capable of sight despite the fact they look as though they shouldn’t be.
Pads;; Dark soot-colored grayish black.
Tongue;; Sinn’s tongue is practically white. A pale gray coloration flickers amongst ivory fangs and parted lips.
Pelt;; Moreover described a scarlet, transcending hues of red vary across a skeletal body. Although, argument could be held over the true coloration of his body. It's almost as though a ghostly apparition has taken over his form, bleached the fur to it's roots though only faintly. Or, as a more fitting description, perchance somebody doused his burning body with ash. Pallid reds, just submerged beneath silvers, whites, and grays there is an intricate beauty held about it. A sort of nondescript appearance that many don't take much notice of, if only due to the fact many others have much brighter bodies. Sinner is eerie in coloration, almost, parts of himself darker than even the most abysmal abyss. His ears, mane, tail, and legs are coated with raven fur. It such an opposing contrast to the rest of him one may ponder as to whether or not he'd stepped through space itself, only to find himself splattered in certain areas with its darkness. More natural than some in coloration, Sinn has a certain amount of oddity held about him nonetheless. He could very easily be described as an "ashen flame".
Scars;; Sinner is riddled throughout his life with scars, though most of which are only minor injuries and can scarcely be seen through his fur coat, tiny crisscrossing lines that look almost as though a spider had weaved it’s web across him.
Deformities;; None
Diseases;; None
Pack power Shadow Manipulation
psychic;; Empath
Power;; Apparition
Wings;; None
Scent;; Upon any who get close enough, quickly discovered is the dry scent of Sinner. It's almost beyond description, but then it is less so. He smells like ash, or bones that had long since had their marrow sucked dry and the blood licked clean. He smells somewhat similar to death, although not in the way one would first suspect. No. This is an entirely different sort of death. He smells of dryness, of barren desolation and dessert sand. He smells of a beating hot sun upon the scarred ground, of a carcass that has long since dried out and become stiff and withered. He smells of a dead fire, of something so waterless that it becomes too hot to stand; deadly. But beneath this full-fledged odor, that sometimes leaves an unseen dusty mark of scent in the air after his tread, there is also another scent to be found. If one were to submerge their nose in his fur they would soon discover that beneath his dry aroma, there is also a sticky sweetness. Thick and strange, it also retains a sort of desiccated fragrance.
Voice;; Below the octave of normal speech, Sinner's voice is a whisper. Similar to a breeze upon the wind, or a liar's unreal promise. He speaks quietly, oftentimes below hearing range or to himself. But do not mistake this as shyness or anything else... also withheld in his tone of voice is a sort of subtle mania. A quickness to words that sometimes leaves him tongue-tied. All and all, his voice is extremely subtle. Unnoticeable if he were ever to speak amongst a crowd, unrecognizable if he were ever to raise his voice an octave. Sweet as a cat's purr, yet as unstable as the wind itself.
Epidemic spread across the floor
Just let me introduce you
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Just let me introduce you
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They Gave Me A Soul!
[/size] To who’s behind that door.
Silver
Silver
-PERSONALITY-
Deathly orbs peer upon the world, stoic visionaries that appear in monotone disposition. A certain amount of eeriness is pertained with each smirk, in each play of twisted words. One could easily compare the creature to a Jack-O’-Lantern. Outwardly projected is an image of whatever anyone wishes to carve into his surface, though inwardly there is a certain amount of hollowness. It is as though someone had long since hollowed out the wolf and left a candle burning within. Wisps of fire still remain, furthermore burning whatever withered remains dwelt within him. A desolate soul, barren of emotion—stripped bare of mortally sensation. There is something horribly wrong with Sinn. Despite his usual monotony, there are many unnamed emotions creeping within him. Sinn is unfamiliar with sensation from years of ignoring such petty things, but despite this dark thoughts fill his mind. Demonic imagery and intellect give the creature a sense of emotion difficult to comprehend. See now, Sinner is actually extremely intellectual. There is a certain intellect held about him, one that is cold and frozen. Raging within is a monster. This monster looks down upon others with coherent calculation, void of compassion. Everything else is a n enemy, and this leaves Sinn constantly paranoid. To him, life is a race to discover weaknesses and strengths. To decide who is dangerous and who is harmless. As a result, Sinner has become hardened. Outer exterior is a twisted, threatening. An opposing skeletal ghost, silent as death itself an ethereal, distant quality has been gifted to Sinn. Unreachable, distant, and somewhat dreamy it is near impossible to deceiver his babble, near impossible to reach into mangled thoughts.
The Good;; Sinn, despite himself, is very intelligent. His observations of the surrounding world have provided a sense of “understanding” and awareness. There is scarcely anything that escapes his keen notice, though occasionally things are misunderstood. The beast attempts to calculate the world around him, and from years of practice he has become quite innate in manipulative nature; as a result he’s a good liar. Capable of crafting intricate lies within a fraction of a notice, his creativity for them is limitless if not, occasionally, profound. And, despite himself, somewhere within that twisted heart of his Sinn is capable of passionate emotion. He is capable of love, but moreover loyalty. Once someone has earned reason for his trust, Sinner is forever loyal. It takes many things to break that bond once it’s been formed, most unaccomplishable.
The Bad;; He believes himself to be very accurate when it comes to his mental-understandings of other wolves, thus providing the illusion of mental interpretation. Truthfully, Sinn has very little understanding of fellow-wolf minds. In fact he is inept when it comes to socializing and conversation. There is constantly a sort of eeriness represented about the wolf, a darkness that creeps just below one's perception and fills him from head to toe with deathly politeness. As a result, he can oftentimes come across as "creepy" without potential meaning too. Sinner is also extremely malicious-- a creature of innate maliciousness that sometimes seems to border upon insanity. He has a very bad interpretation of fellow wolves, and as a result he thinks them to be nothing more than dolls. Marionette dolls that must have strings tied upon them, and are pulled about by the master puppeteer. Hollowed orbs interpret others not as fellow beings, but rather things for him to toy with and manipulate. Sinner has not one, in his entire life, seen eye-to-eye with someone as real.
The Ugly;; Little about his sexual life is know, other than the fact he shamelessly flirts with either genders when in the mood. Sinner tends to be rather modest in this area though, for the first time in his life...
Personal ...
Likes;; Fear is something deeply admired from him, something that he lusts for others to feel in his wake. Although, with this said, one must also realize that Sinnner is somewhat addicted to the sensation of terror slinking it's way across his spine. He loves it... He loves feeling out of control and as though there is something out there. When true fear grasps ahold of him Sinner begins to feel for what he really is; a marionette doll, twisted to the extent most would considering it broken, yet he is still used by tugging strings. Sinner also loves silence rather than the noise of a pack... He likes to dwell in this rather than motion or loud noises. The last thing he likes above all else, is obscurity. He enjoys hiding behind in the shadows, where people scarcely ever recognize him. He can live there, watching them, that eerie smirk spreading across his lips and that deathly look filling his eyes.
Dislikes;; Sinn greatly dislikes anyone similar to himself, or anyone with traits that reflect his own in some manner. From this dislike can oftentimes broom hatred, if simply from clashing personalities. Another thing he greatly despises is people the opposite of himself; those who are fully capable of emotions and life and fearlessness. These people he envies beyond imagination, filled with bitterness and rage for their existences as dark thoughts brim his mind.
Obsessions;; Sinner is obsessed with the study of other's. Those eerie optics of his view the world with keen interest, hidden just beneath that seemingly unseeing gaze. He obsesses with the mental-workings of other wolves, and how easily that clockwork can crack or break. He questions the differences in some wolves, favoring that information for
Fears;; Sinn has an innate fear of himself. One may believe that to be odd, but it's extremely truthful. The mental complexities of his own mind frighten him, and some moral deep within those complexities constantly abides and waits almost patiently, only to rise up and question as to whether Sinn himself is beyond a marionette doll... it asks as to whether or not he has a heart, and if he has one as to when his soullessness will finally corrupt the thing and end it's frantic beating. The second thing that Sinn fears is this exact conclusion. He wonders constantly as to what repercussions death holds for himself, as to whether or not his sins ought to fine catch up to him and drag him down.
Beliefs;; Himself, is one belief, if you can call it that. Sinner fully believes in himself and his assumed invincibility beyond nearly all else. He also believes in some otherworldly power that hasn't made his name, one greater god that has attached strings to the world and now plays everyone for the fools they are.
Flaws;; He lives in fear, or at least sort of. Sinner has a constant paranoia of what death shall bring him, and thus he spends his entire life pretending to be untouchable. A god, almost, though accursed into a mortal body. He distances himself from other's simply because he believes them to be lower, to be dolls of manipulation. String-puppets he can simply twist around. Another thing that is a fracture amongst himself, a flaw in the foundation, is the fact Sinner is oftentimes incapable of emotions. True emotions are unknown to him, and whenever they cross his consciousness he is left baffled and confused, unsure of how to proceed. Stoicism is a favored trait, although it is also one that expresses a sense of his own weakness. That weakness being incapability of "humanity" as one would call it.
That stone bleeds admiration
Backhands and eulogy
In the face of devastation
Gladly they’ll sing our praise
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Backhands and eulogy
In the face of devastation
Gladly they’ll sing our praise
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They Gave Me A Lie!
[/size] For a life of slaving and digging our own graves
Now just let the usher show you to the final resting place
Yeah, what a disgrace
FEARFUL
Now just let the usher show you to the final resting place
Yeah, what a disgrace
FEARFUL
Age;; 13
Experience;; I think it’s about two years, now. Not entirely sure.
Characters;; Just this one as of yet.
Aliases;; Fearful
Character Copyright to –Fearful
Design Copyright to – Fearful
Image Copyright to – Fearful
Quote Copyright to – Fearful
Lyrics Copyright to – story of the year
Template Copyright to - Xennie
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