Post by Gabriel on Feb 26, 2006 10:41:36 GMT -5
Name": Gabriel
Age": Twenty-Three
Race": Lycanthrope
Class/Occupation": Druid (I guess)
Allignment": Chaotic Evil
Personality": A bit arrogant at times, Gabriel can be rash at times as well. Gabriel tends to hide at the back, his dark eyes always watching, always waiting for that one moment to destroy the opposing side. His temper is hardly ever in check, though it doesn't bleed through like some Lycanthrope's might. It stays hidden, bottled up inside of him, tearing him apart from the inside out. His reigning emotion usually is anger, but it portreys to the world as calm and ready to wait for anything. It is only when no one is looking, however, that he lets it out, the wolf blood flowing through his blood to vent his anger like a dormant volcano blowing it's top when they least expect it.
Appearance": Thin and cooly constructed, his body is graceful as a cat, but powerful like dragon and lonely like the wolf. His dark hair is a mohonagy chocolate, his pale face slender with high cheek-bones, a prominant chin, and strong green eyes. His eyes are a swirling mass of green, reflecting only the passion for his love of life, and the sadness that dwells deep within him.
His body is limber and willowy, tall and slim, but oddly powerful. Long legs and a strong chest, muscled arms and thin hands, oh-so-perfectly constructed for playing the piano, their long reach able to play the hardest of parts.
His hair is short and riled up from sleep (and lack of it), but it oddly tends to attract the opposite sex, and the same. He prefered the latter, but settles for either.
Dark clothes usually cling to his fair skin, showing off his naval and the tattoos that spiral up from below it, winding their way onto his arms and up to his neck. Intricate designs flow from the ink just as they flow from his composed music and body- soft, but filled with a ridiculous ammount of power that just makes you want to shout and scream, curse and fight, even... kill.
Weapons": Not a favourite of daggers and poision, Gabriel prefers a long Halibred, feathers and tassesl falling from the lengthy handel to flip around the black base, their golden fringes mixing with the spiritual designs etches with precision onto the wood of his halibred.
History": Not a fan of bringing up the past, Gabriel prefers to let this matter lie, hating to remember the day his life was turned from heaven on earth to living in hell.
Race's Leader?": (Yes/No) Yes.
Other": N/A
Age": Twenty-Three
Race": Lycanthrope
Class/Occupation": Druid (I guess)
Allignment": Chaotic Evil
Personality": A bit arrogant at times, Gabriel can be rash at times as well. Gabriel tends to hide at the back, his dark eyes always watching, always waiting for that one moment to destroy the opposing side. His temper is hardly ever in check, though it doesn't bleed through like some Lycanthrope's might. It stays hidden, bottled up inside of him, tearing him apart from the inside out. His reigning emotion usually is anger, but it portreys to the world as calm and ready to wait for anything. It is only when no one is looking, however, that he lets it out, the wolf blood flowing through his blood to vent his anger like a dormant volcano blowing it's top when they least expect it.
Appearance": Thin and cooly constructed, his body is graceful as a cat, but powerful like dragon and lonely like the wolf. His dark hair is a mohonagy chocolate, his pale face slender with high cheek-bones, a prominant chin, and strong green eyes. His eyes are a swirling mass of green, reflecting only the passion for his love of life, and the sadness that dwells deep within him.
His body is limber and willowy, tall and slim, but oddly powerful. Long legs and a strong chest, muscled arms and thin hands, oh-so-perfectly constructed for playing the piano, their long reach able to play the hardest of parts.
His hair is short and riled up from sleep (and lack of it), but it oddly tends to attract the opposite sex, and the same. He prefered the latter, but settles for either.
Dark clothes usually cling to his fair skin, showing off his naval and the tattoos that spiral up from below it, winding their way onto his arms and up to his neck. Intricate designs flow from the ink just as they flow from his composed music and body- soft, but filled with a ridiculous ammount of power that just makes you want to shout and scream, curse and fight, even... kill.
Weapons": Not a favourite of daggers and poision, Gabriel prefers a long Halibred, feathers and tassesl falling from the lengthy handel to flip around the black base, their golden fringes mixing with the spiritual designs etches with precision onto the wood of his halibred.
History": Not a fan of bringing up the past, Gabriel prefers to let this matter lie, hating to remember the day his life was turned from heaven on earth to living in hell.
Race's Leader?": (Yes/No) Yes.
Other": N/A