Post by smile on Oct 14, 2009 23:42:39 GMT -5
Name:Smile.
Name Meaning:None.
Aliases:None.
Age:three years.
Gender: Male/XY
Species: Messanger Wolf
Deity: Hod
Appearance: Sleek white coat was in all it's glory beautiful; seeming to hold everything angelic. Holding tufts of fluff on his chest, tail, between them shoulder blades making out a fine mane. Black texture spoiled the chalky tones of sweetness if not the crimson color that appeared to leak down the black mess leaving patches. Long muzzle was full of razor like fangs spotted tongue placed between the white fangs. Jaws were like a powerful grip. Moon yellow eyes were placed into his eye sockets black lined the bottoms small lines leaked down from the rim. The front of his muzzle was dipped red splashes of red placed on the sides of the muzzle, red line was lifted up on his face in an eerie grin patten. Every sweet thought could be easily dismissed by now. Long stalky legs were untouched flawless not counting the crimson dipped paws seeming to be blood. Tail held black and white rings easily stealing the coon's markings.
Height: 3' 2''
Weight: 175 lbs
Length: 7 feet
Mate: None
Friends: No
Enemies: None
Parents: Forgotten
Siblings: Forgotten
Offspring: None
Personality: Malicious and sadist could be the least of things on his list. Smile only saw one thing in anyone, he saw anything as a game. Monster? I suppose one could call him that, though he never really thought straight due to his mentally stable condition, lets just say it wasn't the highest. Pain, Blood, Thrill,Death. They were his game. Yet Smile had another side placed with that evil monster, one that sought to do good he could be the sweetest thing if he liked you. Wise and forgiving to any soul.. but lost and scared but wanting to be seen at the same time; wanting a reason to be there. Though that part of him was bound, tied, and gaged. Smile loved to feel pain; he mourned for the taste of blood on his lips. In all creation he was a true monstrosity, a bipolar issue was clearly his problem, that and never really socializing unless he was plotting to kill you.
History: Nothing much..really
Pack: Loner
Rank: N/A
Extra Info: None..
Name Meaning:None.
Aliases:None.
Age:three years.
Gender: Male/XY
Species: Messanger Wolf
Deity: Hod
On The Surface
Appearance: Sleek white coat was in all it's glory beautiful; seeming to hold everything angelic. Holding tufts of fluff on his chest, tail, between them shoulder blades making out a fine mane. Black texture spoiled the chalky tones of sweetness if not the crimson color that appeared to leak down the black mess leaving patches. Long muzzle was full of razor like fangs spotted tongue placed between the white fangs. Jaws were like a powerful grip. Moon yellow eyes were placed into his eye sockets black lined the bottoms small lines leaked down from the rim. The front of his muzzle was dipped red splashes of red placed on the sides of the muzzle, red line was lifted up on his face in an eerie grin patten. Every sweet thought could be easily dismissed by now. Long stalky legs were untouched flawless not counting the crimson dipped paws seeming to be blood. Tail held black and white rings easily stealing the coon's markings.
Height: 3' 2''
Weight: 175 lbs
Length: 7 feet
Relations
Mate: None
Friends: No
Enemies: None
Parents: Forgotten
Siblings: Forgotten
Offspring: None
Deep Down
Personality: Malicious and sadist could be the least of things on his list. Smile only saw one thing in anyone, he saw anything as a game. Monster? I suppose one could call him that, though he never really thought straight due to his mentally stable condition, lets just say it wasn't the highest. Pain, Blood, Thrill,Death. They were his game. Yet Smile had another side placed with that evil monster, one that sought to do good he could be the sweetest thing if he liked you. Wise and forgiving to any soul.. but lost and scared but wanting to be seen at the same time; wanting a reason to be there. Though that part of him was bound, tied, and gaged. Smile loved to feel pain; he mourned for the taste of blood on his lips. In all creation he was a true monstrosity, a bipolar issue was clearly his problem, that and never really socializing unless he was plotting to kill you.
History: Nothing much..really
In The End
Pack: Loner
Rank: N/A
Extra Info: None..
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