Post by Troyv on Feb 19, 2008 22:42:00 GMT -5
HUMAN[/u]
Name: Atriax
Gender: Male
Age: mid 20's doesn't know exactly.
Appearance: He has scraggly, but manageable dark hair, his clothes are torn to shreds, his body is covered in hundreds of tiny scars.
Personality: He is shy, and soft hearted, but is also strong enough to resist much of the temptation that is given to him from Celentrak. He isn't the swiftest on feet, but by no means is he stupid. Had he been given a chance as a child he may have blossomed and bloomed, but now, he is just as wild as the beast with in him, though kinder to most.
History: When he was very young, around 5. He quickly found that he could no longer be around his family, when he walked in for dinner, as Celentrak and sat down upon the chair as he let himself turn back into the boy he was. His parents were telling him he should not do that, and that, it would be dangerous for any one else to see. Before long, he could not help from wanting to kill the people he was around. These urges drove him from his home, to wild, where he lived off of Celentrak. He kept him alive, in almost every sense. He would hunt down the Cyborgs that weren't rotting, and where barely active, and would eat them. Often getting injured during the battle. But he lived on. Till finally one day, there was on more food. He had to return. He had lived out in the wild, in the old military bunkers that had sheltered him from the cold of the winter. He returned for the sake of survival, and quickly left again. He is now living, out in his bunker, quietly, calmly, talking with Celentrak, and living on, opening his small resources of food.
BEAST[/u]
Name: Celentrak
Gender: Male
Species: Dark Shade
Age: Old
Cause of Death: Had a mass war with it's alternate brethren, the Light shades. Remembers every detail of his old life, and wishes nothing but pain upon this world.
Appearance: A wolf with snake like fangs, and un-hingeable jaw, soft black fur so soft that not a sound is made as it walks, and so dark, that not even light reflects off of him. His tail slicks back like a cross between the snakes and wolfs.
Personality: He wishes for nothing but pain upon the world. He cares for nothing but himself. Not even his host matters to him. They are merely a means to an ends. That means it's nothing more than a way to be alive again, and exact his revenge upon the living. he considers himself a god among ants. For him, injury is nothing more than that enjoyment of battle. It makes him angrier, faster better. Nothing matters then. The world is forgotten and life holds still. He is god.
History: He was born, grew up, lived, married, and commanded his own army. He fought, against other tribes of the dark shades. He was the all general. Whom he ordered to die, did so. He became one of the largest forces in all of Starside, the dark side of the planet his brethren and himself lived on. Life was going rather smoothly till the Light shades could take it no longer, and launched a war upon them. At once, with not a single Harold sent, he was the all god of the war. he was the general that everyone came to. Every harold from every tribe gave him updates, but he would not sit back and watch. He was to be the first to charge in. Him and his squad, they launched against these other shades, who banished the shadows they so dearly needed with their radiance of light. He fought, he killed, but he knew the battle was over as soon as it began, they were to greatly out numbered. He died on that day. On that night, knowing that not a single one of his own kind would survive. He awoke in side a small child. Being unable to take on a full form, he caused the child to flee out to the wild. Where he taught it, that he was it's only friend. Unfortunately, it desired the company of it's own kind to much, and thus began the inner struggle.
Abilities of Beast: Shadow movement, superior strength to that of most other creatures, and incredible speed.
Name: Atriax
Gender: Male
Age: mid 20's doesn't know exactly.
Appearance: He has scraggly, but manageable dark hair, his clothes are torn to shreds, his body is covered in hundreds of tiny scars.
Personality: He is shy, and soft hearted, but is also strong enough to resist much of the temptation that is given to him from Celentrak. He isn't the swiftest on feet, but by no means is he stupid. Had he been given a chance as a child he may have blossomed and bloomed, but now, he is just as wild as the beast with in him, though kinder to most.
History: When he was very young, around 5. He quickly found that he could no longer be around his family, when he walked in for dinner, as Celentrak and sat down upon the chair as he let himself turn back into the boy he was. His parents were telling him he should not do that, and that, it would be dangerous for any one else to see. Before long, he could not help from wanting to kill the people he was around. These urges drove him from his home, to wild, where he lived off of Celentrak. He kept him alive, in almost every sense. He would hunt down the Cyborgs that weren't rotting, and where barely active, and would eat them. Often getting injured during the battle. But he lived on. Till finally one day, there was on more food. He had to return. He had lived out in the wild, in the old military bunkers that had sheltered him from the cold of the winter. He returned for the sake of survival, and quickly left again. He is now living, out in his bunker, quietly, calmly, talking with Celentrak, and living on, opening his small resources of food.
BEAST[/u]
Name: Celentrak
Gender: Male
Species: Dark Shade
Age: Old
Cause of Death: Had a mass war with it's alternate brethren, the Light shades. Remembers every detail of his old life, and wishes nothing but pain upon this world.
Appearance: A wolf with snake like fangs, and un-hingeable jaw, soft black fur so soft that not a sound is made as it walks, and so dark, that not even light reflects off of him. His tail slicks back like a cross between the snakes and wolfs.
Personality: He wishes for nothing but pain upon the world. He cares for nothing but himself. Not even his host matters to him. They are merely a means to an ends. That means it's nothing more than a way to be alive again, and exact his revenge upon the living. he considers himself a god among ants. For him, injury is nothing more than that enjoyment of battle. It makes him angrier, faster better. Nothing matters then. The world is forgotten and life holds still. He is god.
History: He was born, grew up, lived, married, and commanded his own army. He fought, against other tribes of the dark shades. He was the all general. Whom he ordered to die, did so. He became one of the largest forces in all of Starside, the dark side of the planet his brethren and himself lived on. Life was going rather smoothly till the Light shades could take it no longer, and launched a war upon them. At once, with not a single Harold sent, he was the all god of the war. he was the general that everyone came to. Every harold from every tribe gave him updates, but he would not sit back and watch. He was to be the first to charge in. Him and his squad, they launched against these other shades, who banished the shadows they so dearly needed with their radiance of light. He fought, he killed, but he knew the battle was over as soon as it began, they were to greatly out numbered. He died on that day. On that night, knowing that not a single one of his own kind would survive. He awoke in side a small child. Being unable to take on a full form, he caused the child to flee out to the wild. Where he taught it, that he was it's only friend. Unfortunately, it desired the company of it's own kind to much, and thus began the inner struggle.
Abilities of Beast: Shadow movement, superior strength to that of most other creatures, and incredible speed.
