Post by Elios Vorte on Sept 10, 2006 18:36:08 GMT -5
Name:Malix
Nickname:Monster, Beast, Creature, Demon,Oh my fucking god, and Oh Shit!
Age:3000
Sex:Male??
Race:Crimson Tear Vampire
Job: Vampire Hunter Hunter
Appearence:What was once human in shape is now not at all. His height was around 12 foot when standing fully, though his figure was normally crouched standing only about 8 foot. His skin so old and so pale was now a bluish white color, his hair once black as night was now white as snow falling all the way down his figure. His limbs were twice as long as they should have been, with an extra joint allowing them more movement than normally allotted. His chest was carved with patterns monstrous looking, in the center a huge red fully functioning eye, about 8 inches in height and a foot in width. His legs were covered in black cloth from what was assumed his ankles to what is assumed his waist. Two fledgling wings are on his back, not fully working as of yet. His hands had three elongated digits, two for normal fingers, one for a thumb. Two long black claws served as fingernails. On the palm of his hands was another mouth for each. Both of them worked for speaking and drinking blood. His feet were two large elongated toes in front with two black claws as toenails and a large two in back with the same black talon.
His face was the most gruesome and beautiful thing ever seen. His face was thinner than a face should be, eyes sunken in beautifully with red ruby-like eyes, slits serving as pupils. His jaw jutted out slightly from his mouth, rows of sharp teeth visible. His forehead came up into a crown like shape, moving his hair from his face. His nose was lovely, not too large but not too small and equally as feirce on his face. His ears pointed above his hair in a fearce way.
Personality: A being once human, now not. His only care in the world was feeding and preservation. The three voices he had often scared his prey before they even saw him. He did not understand the word mercy, though he did understand the word death. He felt it his duty to destroy all those who threatened his race and his power was great enough to do so. Though deep within his extremely warped mind, lies the innocent mind of a child whose only wish is to do good.
History: Three thousand years ago, there lie in an unknown region a group of monks who served a goddess most unusual. Her beauty was beyond comprehension, her appetite, Ghastly. She found interest in one young monk, whose name is long forgotten. Malix is what he is called now. He was once a 13 year old boy with jet black hair and feminine features. Over threethousand years he has been the worlds greatest fears, changing his body every 100 years.
He has come to Noveau to be near his own kind, to destroy hunters, and to create a horrendous fear amongst the people of that town. Noone knows what happened to him, some say he couldn't stand being a vampire and lost who he was. Some say it is the blood of the Crimson Tears that did this to him. Among the dark, he is a dreaded legend.
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Nickname:Monster, Beast, Creature, Demon,Oh my fucking god, and Oh Shit!
Age:3000
Sex:Male??
Race:Crimson Tear Vampire
Job: Vampire Hunter Hunter
Appearence:What was once human in shape is now not at all. His height was around 12 foot when standing fully, though his figure was normally crouched standing only about 8 foot. His skin so old and so pale was now a bluish white color, his hair once black as night was now white as snow falling all the way down his figure. His limbs were twice as long as they should have been, with an extra joint allowing them more movement than normally allotted. His chest was carved with patterns monstrous looking, in the center a huge red fully functioning eye, about 8 inches in height and a foot in width. His legs were covered in black cloth from what was assumed his ankles to what is assumed his waist. Two fledgling wings are on his back, not fully working as of yet. His hands had three elongated digits, two for normal fingers, one for a thumb. Two long black claws served as fingernails. On the palm of his hands was another mouth for each. Both of them worked for speaking and drinking blood. His feet were two large elongated toes in front with two black claws as toenails and a large two in back with the same black talon.
His face was the most gruesome and beautiful thing ever seen. His face was thinner than a face should be, eyes sunken in beautifully with red ruby-like eyes, slits serving as pupils. His jaw jutted out slightly from his mouth, rows of sharp teeth visible. His forehead came up into a crown like shape, moving his hair from his face. His nose was lovely, not too large but not too small and equally as feirce on his face. His ears pointed above his hair in a fearce way.
Personality: A being once human, now not. His only care in the world was feeding and preservation. The three voices he had often scared his prey before they even saw him. He did not understand the word mercy, though he did understand the word death. He felt it his duty to destroy all those who threatened his race and his power was great enough to do so. Though deep within his extremely warped mind, lies the innocent mind of a child whose only wish is to do good.
History: Three thousand years ago, there lie in an unknown region a group of monks who served a goddess most unusual. Her beauty was beyond comprehension, her appetite, Ghastly. She found interest in one young monk, whose name is long forgotten. Malix is what he is called now. He was once a 13 year old boy with jet black hair and feminine features. Over threethousand years he has been the worlds greatest fears, changing his body every 100 years.
He has come to Noveau to be near his own kind, to destroy hunters, and to create a horrendous fear amongst the people of that town. Noone knows what happened to him, some say he couldn't stand being a vampire and lost who he was. Some say it is the blood of the Crimson Tears that did this to him. Among the dark, he is a dreaded legend.
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