Post by vampire on Sept 7, 2006 17:52:17 GMT -5
± Your Name| Vampire
± How you heard of us| Banner
± Password from rules| Sinner
± Character Name| Vampire
± Nickname| None
± Age| 3
± Gender| Stallion
± Breed| Andalusian
± Family| Dark
± Alignment| Dark
± Height| 16.5
± Color| Albino
± Markings| albino
± Eye Color| Red
± Personality| a corrupted Soul
± History| He has no history, for he came from draks. Fights everyday, just for him to breath. All he knows, is fire as the terrain. Maybe something else, but he'll find that out.
± Rp Example| meddling virile composed a refined promenade towards the fleeced articulation of this kingdom deemed a meeting ground. where every sex and breed can wander without foreboding no return. fights here and there. scarce to witness a death. for the wise would only drag their petty victims to their dominion - where the spilt blood could be trophied to the residents and expose his or her's dominantce. to assasinate over paramount here - would only arise rumor - which could twist your mere reputation. Hefty limbs threw the masculine closer to the onxy lit aqua; only a mere brilliance of the lunar cloud accenting to the liquid's ripples. Bronce stood - motionless as if he were a deer caught in head lights - yet it was for show - he didn't pressume any danger. Tounge was replenished hours ago; the water beneath his gaze only a scene at which he could admire - not taste. Twin pinnacles pulled forth with his satisfaction of his atmosphere; yet his aura prodded him a visator - demanding his regards. If anything - he wasn't in the humor to hunt. Come out come out where ever you are - or hide your morsel life. Labias bantered - assuring his courtesy to this unknown ungulate. His daggers hit the ground, peircing the roof of hell.
Albino coat hitting the rays of glows. For he didn't have a past, Maybe he'll just have to make one. Red eye's resemble fire down below his mass lays. Death took part at times, which he grinned at everytime. Maybe he willchange into less evil.... Nah, he'll never change.
(ooc: here's some more info..)
angels scream
v a m p i r e
angels followed
three
angels fall
16.5
angels scar
a l b i n o
angels watch
a corrupted s o u l
angels gasp
m a s c u l i n e
angels feel
his malicious intents
± How you heard of us| Banner
± Password from rules| Sinner
± Character Name| Vampire
± Nickname| None
± Age| 3
± Gender| Stallion
± Breed| Andalusian
± Family| Dark
± Alignment| Dark
± Height| 16.5
± Color| Albino
± Markings| albino
± Eye Color| Red
± Personality| a corrupted Soul
± History| He has no history, for he came from draks. Fights everyday, just for him to breath. All he knows, is fire as the terrain. Maybe something else, but he'll find that out.
± Rp Example| meddling virile composed a refined promenade towards the fleeced articulation of this kingdom deemed a meeting ground. where every sex and breed can wander without foreboding no return. fights here and there. scarce to witness a death. for the wise would only drag their petty victims to their dominion - where the spilt blood could be trophied to the residents and expose his or her's dominantce. to assasinate over paramount here - would only arise rumor - which could twist your mere reputation. Hefty limbs threw the masculine closer to the onxy lit aqua; only a mere brilliance of the lunar cloud accenting to the liquid's ripples. Bronce stood - motionless as if he were a deer caught in head lights - yet it was for show - he didn't pressume any danger. Tounge was replenished hours ago; the water beneath his gaze only a scene at which he could admire - not taste. Twin pinnacles pulled forth with his satisfaction of his atmosphere; yet his aura prodded him a visator - demanding his regards. If anything - he wasn't in the humor to hunt. Come out come out where ever you are - or hide your morsel life. Labias bantered - assuring his courtesy to this unknown ungulate. His daggers hit the ground, peircing the roof of hell.
-Your blood Is Mine-
-you'll be fine-
-your body - soon to be mine-
-you'll be fine-
-your body - soon to be mine-
Albino coat hitting the rays of glows. For he didn't have a past, Maybe he'll just have to make one. Red eye's resemble fire down below his mass lays. Death took part at times, which he grinned at everytime. Maybe he willchange into less evil.... Nah, he'll never change.
(ooc: here's some more info..)
angels scream
v a m p i r e
angels followed
three
angels fall
16.5
angels scar
a l b i n o
angels watch
a corrupted s o u l
angels gasp
m a s c u l i n e
angels feel
his malicious intents
