Post by Albino Black Panther on Sept 17, 2008 22:44:31 GMT -5
Character's Name:Blood Brood
Poems or Slogans:Blood is the Rain, Cruel and Insane
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Frisian, Clyde, Arabian mutt
Color of Character: Black
Description of Character:Looks like a large Frisian. Black pelt, feathering, and very long and wavy mane and tail. One eye is red, the other black. Has very large black feathered wings.
Background Description:
Basically he is an equine possessed by the devil, and his first male offspring will in turn carry the devil’s soul once he dies. He is very evil and cares not of hurting others, and has been known to feast upon equine flesh. This is his fourth Host, Blood Brood, my favorite of all. Sample scritp:
Evil is some fixation that cannot be calculated, can not be taken in your hand and weighed. You cannot perceive it, you cannot listen to it. Only a solitary of your sanity knows it’s there, and in the midst of every degree of your being you aspire it wasn’t so. You can suffer it, from the incline of your toes all the line of attack to the boundaries of your heart and sanity. The very blood in your twitching corpse seems to scuttle bitter, your psyche loses its periphery, and your inhalation becomes haggard. It is the sentiment that you are acquainted with unfathomably in your heart, the exceedingly insane verity that drives you to psychosis. That you are in the attendance of the true iniquity, the devil, the most malevolent of all beings, and the destructive force of lives. You don’t know what he is departing to do to you, so your imagination runs untamed, leaving you with no more than your darkest reservations and uncertainties of what he might do to you. You see in your mind's eye the pain, and even though he hasn’t done anything, you experience it. You see him do violence to you, even despite the fact that he hasn’t stimulated. You see him wane in to the shadows, desertion from your already imprecise apparition, but it is in actuality only you concluding your fear filled eyes. The very trepidation, that causes you to disintegrate in despondency, and prattle your cries and pleas for him to spare you, the detail that you cant do any thing about it.
Some people say that violence is the greatest act of evil. That killing or harming another brings you down to hell and shows you for the true demon that you really are. But what about those that harm or kill in defense? Just because they kept themselves from being killed they are now the evil one. But is it really fair to say such that so easily one can be evil by doing a simple act to preserve his or her own or another’s life? For if this is what we are going to say, then we are calling all of those that fight in a war those of evil. So in this way it is easily proven or brought to the point of confusing you to the point of idioticy that not all acts of death or harm create evil, some times it rids the world of it. But then what would we classify as true evil? True evil is finding out what will cause another the most pain, for the longest amount of time, and then killing them. Some times this is not in a physical manner, more of a mental in which you enthrall another’s mind into believing and feeling the way you wish. Then torqueing their world as if ripping the ground from underneath them, causing their entire world to shatter in to thousands of little pieces that will never be able to be put back together. Only the truest of evil beings are able to do this, carefully picking through what makes a person tick then tugging at the strings of their reality and heart.
So it was and so it always would be, as he would carefully take apart and destruct every thing they all thought of. Destroying them from the inside out, taking what they thought was theirs and theirs alone, their beautiful minds that they thought could not be taken from them……..Oh how so not true. Delicate frail little beasts, they all were, easily taken but what they wanted and hoped for. For if a promise was dangled before you, giving you some thing more than you had ever imagined, would you take it? would you not leap for it greedly with plans of making yours and those you care fors lives better than they had been? Now don’t act like some assanine moron that would of course not do some thing so stupid, for that would be a lie, we all know you would take it. Just as the mare before him had taken it many years ago when he had offered it to her, a chance at a life time by his side with no promise of love only power and protection, and she had taken it.
Color Theme: Dark, very evil, maybe firey.
Font(s) of your choice (please supply us with a link): Any
Anything else you feel is important: He also has the ability to control and create fire, and telepathy. IF you would like to include fire that would be cool.
Avatar {yes}{no}: Please
Preferred Personalizer: Any
URL to the site this image will be used on: thoseintheshadows.proboards83.com/index.cgi
Poems or Slogans:Blood is the Rain, Cruel and Insane
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Frisian, Clyde, Arabian mutt
Color of Character: Black
Description of Character:Looks like a large Frisian. Black pelt, feathering, and very long and wavy mane and tail. One eye is red, the other black. Has very large black feathered wings.
Background Description:
Basically he is an equine possessed by the devil, and his first male offspring will in turn carry the devil’s soul once he dies. He is very evil and cares not of hurting others, and has been known to feast upon equine flesh. This is his fourth Host, Blood Brood, my favorite of all. Sample scritp:
Evil is some fixation that cannot be calculated, can not be taken in your hand and weighed. You cannot perceive it, you cannot listen to it. Only a solitary of your sanity knows it’s there, and in the midst of every degree of your being you aspire it wasn’t so. You can suffer it, from the incline of your toes all the line of attack to the boundaries of your heart and sanity. The very blood in your twitching corpse seems to scuttle bitter, your psyche loses its periphery, and your inhalation becomes haggard. It is the sentiment that you are acquainted with unfathomably in your heart, the exceedingly insane verity that drives you to psychosis. That you are in the attendance of the true iniquity, the devil, the most malevolent of all beings, and the destructive force of lives. You don’t know what he is departing to do to you, so your imagination runs untamed, leaving you with no more than your darkest reservations and uncertainties of what he might do to you. You see in your mind's eye the pain, and even though he hasn’t done anything, you experience it. You see him do violence to you, even despite the fact that he hasn’t stimulated. You see him wane in to the shadows, desertion from your already imprecise apparition, but it is in actuality only you concluding your fear filled eyes. The very trepidation, that causes you to disintegrate in despondency, and prattle your cries and pleas for him to spare you, the detail that you cant do any thing about it.
Some people say that violence is the greatest act of evil. That killing or harming another brings you down to hell and shows you for the true demon that you really are. But what about those that harm or kill in defense? Just because they kept themselves from being killed they are now the evil one. But is it really fair to say such that so easily one can be evil by doing a simple act to preserve his or her own or another’s life? For if this is what we are going to say, then we are calling all of those that fight in a war those of evil. So in this way it is easily proven or brought to the point of confusing you to the point of idioticy that not all acts of death or harm create evil, some times it rids the world of it. But then what would we classify as true evil? True evil is finding out what will cause another the most pain, for the longest amount of time, and then killing them. Some times this is not in a physical manner, more of a mental in which you enthrall another’s mind into believing and feeling the way you wish. Then torqueing their world as if ripping the ground from underneath them, causing their entire world to shatter in to thousands of little pieces that will never be able to be put back together. Only the truest of evil beings are able to do this, carefully picking through what makes a person tick then tugging at the strings of their reality and heart.
So it was and so it always would be, as he would carefully take apart and destruct every thing they all thought of. Destroying them from the inside out, taking what they thought was theirs and theirs alone, their beautiful minds that they thought could not be taken from them……..Oh how so not true. Delicate frail little beasts, they all were, easily taken but what they wanted and hoped for. For if a promise was dangled before you, giving you some thing more than you had ever imagined, would you take it? would you not leap for it greedly with plans of making yours and those you care fors lives better than they had been? Now don’t act like some assanine moron that would of course not do some thing so stupid, for that would be a lie, we all know you would take it. Just as the mare before him had taken it many years ago when he had offered it to her, a chance at a life time by his side with no promise of love only power and protection, and she had taken it.
Color Theme: Dark, very evil, maybe firey.
Font(s) of your choice (please supply us with a link): Any
Anything else you feel is important: He also has the ability to control and create fire, and telepathy. IF you would like to include fire that would be cool.
Avatar {yes}{no}: Please
Preferred Personalizer: Any
URL to the site this image will be used on: thoseintheshadows.proboards83.com/index.cgi
