Post by Lord Death on Jul 25, 2006 16:16:35 GMT -5
Calling: Lord death Known as Abraxas
Nickname(s): Ax, Lord Death, axas, death
Wolf Species: death wolf
Life Stage: ...uhh who knows
Birthday: .....Along time ago
Birthplace: Hell
Family: Dead
Enemies: he has none
Mate: .....Was keita.....then Razor
Gender: Male
Description: Reffer to his pic(Siggy)
Personality: Desolate, deep thinking, yet irrational all at the same time. He is a loner, an outcast, one who seeks the moments in life when there truly is no moment. He takes pride in being the way he is, not caring for those around him. Yet, you wouldn't ever here him say so, he's quite mute when coming in contact with others. Though, when a word is needed, he will speak it. If he is enthralled, his mind will be centered upon that one thing.
Advantages(height/strength): He is limber, fast and yet capable of pushing his own weight. He stands at 4.5 feet at his shoulders
Disadvantages(weaknesses): He lacks that of hope, and that of true ambition. His own ambition is far from all else, as such comes with the title of outcast. He has a, "to hell with the world attitude," as it never cared for him, in his cultured opinion; thus, he will and has earned the scorn of many.
History: Ax, the one who chased the moon for his entire life.
His eyes were forever set upon the eclipsing organism far from all. As one who dwells within the darkness of night, Fire was his sworn enemy, and those that followed it would be but upon a thin line. If you were for his cause, then you were no brother to this man, yet there would be no true problem. If you were for the moon, and the central energy it gave you, then you were far from his cause, and a pain in his side. Any pains within his side were his mortal enemy, as it was his opinions, ideals even if so few, that would cause such hatred. And he would be clear to all, through his movements, that he would be against any that didn't take the time, or the will to share his thoughts upon life. As, he took to his life and morales quickly and fiercely, it was most hard to teach him anything that would not share a process with said ideas, as his story, and life wields said ideals in the name of his protectors, and those that died for him.
Even so, such a past is not for today, as it can always been seen within his very movements. The way he shudders in the freezing cold, the way he walks through packs, caring not for their respect, or their lives. Such comes with being that of a wanderer, such comes with being that of a cultured, lost wolf. One that has chased the moon itself, for his entire life. The golden, unearthly object within the sky always would be before him when he was about, as the night itself was what he would dwell in, for the better of others, and himself. But, if even sparsely, he makes his way through day, a sulking look upon his face, waiting for his life, his powers within the darkness that encompasses "night." His only known family died long ago, that of his father, that of his brother. Whether within his own ice blue eyes, or truly moving on to a better place. And to that of his eyes, deeply enriched with that of the northern oceans and its cold, frigid waters. Just like the frigid soul that lurks within the darkness that houses his body. Another mark is upon his tail, it being the same color that can be found within his eyes. It is a marking he has come to hate, yet adapt to..
As you see, Ax comes and goes as he pleased through the night, where all is displayed for him, yet but a bit displayed for his fellow varg. The night is his calling, the night is his game. Which is why he follows the moon, it seemingly appearing within his life, a secret will that his father had made long ago, when he was but a pup. "If one can excel, then they must use that to their advantage, and take the central object within their realm by storm, killing all that follow it mercilessly." Such words were burned into his mind by a master he once knew long ago, who had aided him in his training after his father had passed from his life. Though, where power comes, the scorn of his family is close with it. His shoulders, they can be seen within the darkness. The deep, chilling silver that lurks upon shi shoulders and within his eyes appear only as he makes his way in another realm, one that he wields swiftly. And thus, through his life he has obtained an Element, a style of Darkness, and the hell that came with it..
Song: Down With the Sickness
Can you feel that
Oh, nuts
Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah
Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah
Oah Oah
Oah Oah
Oah Oah
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
Will you give in to me?
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
Will you give in to me?
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no there is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness
You f**ker get up, come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
Will you give in to me?
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
Will you give in to me?
It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes
Oh no the world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon in me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness
You f**ker get up, come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
And when I dream
And when I dream
And when I dream
And when I dream
No mommy, don't do it again
Don't do it again
I'll be a good boy
I'll be a good boy, I promise
No mommy don't hit me, OW
Why did you have to hit me like that, mommy
Don't do it, you're hurting me, OW
Why did you have to be such a pregnant dog
Why don't you,
Why don't you f**k off and die
Why can't you just f**k off and die
Why can't you just leave here and die
Never stick your hand in my face again pregnant dog
f**k YOU
I don't need this nuts
You stupid sadistic abusive f**king sleeper
How would you have to see how it feels mommy
Here it comes, get ready to die
Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness
You f**ker get up, come on get down with the sickness
Madness has now come over me
Images: look at Siggy
Skills
Special Talent: The ability of the night and all that comes with it. Darkness, darkness is what Hati dwells in. After years and years of traveling the dark skies and enduring lands with no sun, he finally found himself upon a sky filled with stars. He gazed into a stream in front of him, and he was gone. During the night, he can appear and go as he wants, dispersing into nothing, his eyes and the mark of blue upon his tail only remaining.
Role Player Information
Role player: abraxas
Age: 18
Gender: female
AIM/E-Mail/YIM/MSN (if any):
MSN: Gortonsgirl18@hotmail.com
Email: Look above and below
YIM: lengnedarybloodhunter16@yahoo.com
AIM:magicwitchamy or satanspet17
Website (if any): To many Sites
Main character: Lord Abraxas
Nickname(s): Ax, Lord Death, axas, death
Wolf Species: death wolf
Life Stage: ...uhh who knows
Birthday: .....Along time ago
Birthplace: Hell
Family: Dead
Enemies: he has none
Mate: .....Was keita.....then Razor
Gender: Male
Description: Reffer to his pic(Siggy)
Personality: Desolate, deep thinking, yet irrational all at the same time. He is a loner, an outcast, one who seeks the moments in life when there truly is no moment. He takes pride in being the way he is, not caring for those around him. Yet, you wouldn't ever here him say so, he's quite mute when coming in contact with others. Though, when a word is needed, he will speak it. If he is enthralled, his mind will be centered upon that one thing.
Advantages(height/strength): He is limber, fast and yet capable of pushing his own weight. He stands at 4.5 feet at his shoulders
Disadvantages(weaknesses): He lacks that of hope, and that of true ambition. His own ambition is far from all else, as such comes with the title of outcast. He has a, "to hell with the world attitude," as it never cared for him, in his cultured opinion; thus, he will and has earned the scorn of many.
History: Ax, the one who chased the moon for his entire life.
His eyes were forever set upon the eclipsing organism far from all. As one who dwells within the darkness of night, Fire was his sworn enemy, and those that followed it would be but upon a thin line. If you were for his cause, then you were no brother to this man, yet there would be no true problem. If you were for the moon, and the central energy it gave you, then you were far from his cause, and a pain in his side. Any pains within his side were his mortal enemy, as it was his opinions, ideals even if so few, that would cause such hatred. And he would be clear to all, through his movements, that he would be against any that didn't take the time, or the will to share his thoughts upon life. As, he took to his life and morales quickly and fiercely, it was most hard to teach him anything that would not share a process with said ideas, as his story, and life wields said ideals in the name of his protectors, and those that died for him.
Even so, such a past is not for today, as it can always been seen within his very movements. The way he shudders in the freezing cold, the way he walks through packs, caring not for their respect, or their lives. Such comes with being that of a wanderer, such comes with being that of a cultured, lost wolf. One that has chased the moon itself, for his entire life. The golden, unearthly object within the sky always would be before him when he was about, as the night itself was what he would dwell in, for the better of others, and himself. But, if even sparsely, he makes his way through day, a sulking look upon his face, waiting for his life, his powers within the darkness that encompasses "night." His only known family died long ago, that of his father, that of his brother. Whether within his own ice blue eyes, or truly moving on to a better place. And to that of his eyes, deeply enriched with that of the northern oceans and its cold, frigid waters. Just like the frigid soul that lurks within the darkness that houses his body. Another mark is upon his tail, it being the same color that can be found within his eyes. It is a marking he has come to hate, yet adapt to..
As you see, Ax comes and goes as he pleased through the night, where all is displayed for him, yet but a bit displayed for his fellow varg. The night is his calling, the night is his game. Which is why he follows the moon, it seemingly appearing within his life, a secret will that his father had made long ago, when he was but a pup. "If one can excel, then they must use that to their advantage, and take the central object within their realm by storm, killing all that follow it mercilessly." Such words were burned into his mind by a master he once knew long ago, who had aided him in his training after his father had passed from his life. Though, where power comes, the scorn of his family is close with it. His shoulders, they can be seen within the darkness. The deep, chilling silver that lurks upon shi shoulders and within his eyes appear only as he makes his way in another realm, one that he wields swiftly. And thus, through his life he has obtained an Element, a style of Darkness, and the hell that came with it..
Song: Down With the Sickness
Can you feel that
Oh, nuts
Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah
Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah
Oah Oah
Oah Oah
Oah Oah
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
Will you give in to me?
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
Will you give in to me?
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no there is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness
You f**ker get up, come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
Will you give in to me?
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
Will you give in to me?
It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes
Oh no the world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon in me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness
You f**ker get up, come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
And when I dream
And when I dream
And when I dream
And when I dream
No mommy, don't do it again
Don't do it again
I'll be a good boy
I'll be a good boy, I promise
No mommy don't hit me, OW
Why did you have to hit me like that, mommy
Don't do it, you're hurting me, OW
Why did you have to be such a pregnant dog
Why don't you,
Why don't you f**k off and die
Why can't you just f**k off and die
Why can't you just leave here and die
Never stick your hand in my face again pregnant dog
f**k YOU
I don't need this nuts
You stupid sadistic abusive f**king sleeper
How would you have to see how it feels mommy
Here it comes, get ready to die
Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness
You f**ker get up, come on get down with the sickness
Madness has now come over me
Images: look at Siggy
Skills
Special Talent: The ability of the night and all that comes with it. Darkness, darkness is what Hati dwells in. After years and years of traveling the dark skies and enduring lands with no sun, he finally found himself upon a sky filled with stars. He gazed into a stream in front of him, and he was gone. During the night, he can appear and go as he wants, dispersing into nothing, his eyes and the mark of blue upon his tail only remaining.
Role Player Information
Role player: abraxas
Age: 18
Gender: female
AIM/E-Mail/YIM/MSN (if any):
MSN: Gortonsgirl18@hotmail.com
Email: Look above and below
YIM: lengnedarybloodhunter16@yahoo.com
AIM:magicwitchamy or satanspet17
Website (if any): To many Sites
Main character: Lord Abraxas
