Post by F.inch on Aug 29, 2010 21:12:17 GMT -5
[/i][/center]Royalty runs through our blood lines. We are the superior beings. Bow down to us
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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
Name? Alchemy
Nickname? Al for short, if you must.
Age? 212
Birth date? Psh, he didn't even remember when he was alive the first time.
Gender? Male
Breed? Eastern Wolf
Fae Species Seelie
Hybrid? N/A
Full breed or half Pure
Alliance ---
Height? 4'
Weight? 117 lbs
Orientation? Hetero
Sterility? Fertle[/size]
Scent? Abercrombie and Fitch X3 (kidding, really like fresh rain)
Voice? Sexi as hell Adam Gontier, lead singer of the wonderful Three Days Grace.
The bloody way on their quest
Day by day they never rest, triumph is eternal
Hail, superior race
Obey superior race now.
[/font]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?[/center]
Alchemy is your average high-horsed General type. He prides himself in everything he does and is utterly devoted to anything he puts his sharp mind to. He practices chivalry in a sense, but more than half of the time he can't control his raging, censor-needed thoughts. Al is a confident individual, though he is constantly plagued with the happy memories that were stolen from him in death and through time. He longs to travel back through the realms and sands to see his beautiful mate once again, though it was really the times that she was alive that tormented him so. He his healing now, but he tries his best to block out all memories of his former life.
Alchemy devotes his time planning for the upcoming rebellion against the current Earth-living wolves. It is his main, true passion.
Oh, my adoration. Confident, strong willed, not afraid to let his voice be heard, modest, humble, doesn't quit on something he believes in.
The shame is my drug. Head-strong to a point, can get rough without meaning to, when angry he doesn't have a filter to things he says, and can be a bit of a player when it comes to the females unless he's officially and totally "devoted" to one for life. True feelings always spark memories of his former mate and normally leave him with a sour taste in his mouth, besides the butterflies in his stomach.
The pleasure brings pain. It all honestly depends on his mood, though he definitely like's leaving them begging for more. ;]
I love the way you... Moving around, summertime, loyal friends.
I hate it when... Bratty females, feeling like nothing is getting done, traitors, and anything "boring".
I cannot get enough of... His appearance and reputation.
My hearts races when... Dying again because he doesn't know where he would go the next time and losing the ones he loves.
This I believe... Drown traitors in shallow water.
My imperfections are clear... He can be arrogant if his fire is stoked.[/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? A rich golden hue.
Oral hue? Black with a dark green line running down the middle.
Canvas? Back when he was alive, his pelt was thick like a carpet and just as rough, but when he was reborn it smoothed along the edges. As well, he used to be black and grey, but upon entering his new life as a Seelie his dark, upper half took on a dark green tint somewhat like moss. His lower half is a gentle cream starting along his under muzzle and stretching all the way to the tip tpo of his tail, leaving his board chest the same color as well. His green half merges with his light-hued legs along his shoulders.
Along his ivory legs, one thin, dark green line matching his top half comes from in between his two middle toes and stops halfway up his leg in a sharp point. His inner ears bare the same white tones as his underside, and smack dab between his eyes is a beautiful, intricate white tribal mark. Another runs down the center of his back, halting at the base of his tail and gently sloping down his back hips, ending at his knees.
Framing his handsome face is a ringlet of longer, green-toned fur similar to a lion's mane, though not as long. His green ears bare the trademark of the Seelie, being elongated with a few pieces of longer, white fur at the tip.
Markings less inviting. Yes, a wonderful 'X' across his broad chest. He lacks the regrowth of fur there.
Markings more prideful. His green-hues and tribal marks.
Don't stare too closely. None, really.
I'm sick, infected with... Nope.
Pack? ---
I was given a gift... Pheromone Control
Sensing things far too odd... Tuning
I bear the gift of angels. No wings. [/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]
YOUR NAME HERE. Kali
You can also call me... Finch? lol
I've seen the world for... 16
I've played with puppets for... 6
I also pull the strings of... Finch, Trip, Chezelle, and Remedy
It's been divine, friend. Thanks for your time, friend.
CHARACTER COPYRIGHT TO;; Finch
IMAGE COPYRIGHT TO;; Finch (table)
LYRICS COPYRIGHT TO;; Tiny cities made of Ashes- Modest Mouse
TEMPLATE COPYRIGHT TO;; SKYE & DARK?[/size][/blockquote]
