Katie's Chars
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Katie's Chars
by Borogarria Mon Aug 31, 2009 8:20 pm
Hm. Well, I am finally going to post a character. x3. I'll get more up later. Yeah, just click the thingy ma-boob to read it. xP
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I cannot find the name of the original artist to credit them.
Name: Voran Blesstoc
Race: Dark Dragon
Age: 1649 years. (Old much. o.e)
Alignment: Evil and Chaotic
Gender: Male
Hair Colour and Style: No hair to describe. Heh.
Eye Colour: Red eyes that glow incredibly bright.
Ht. & Wt.: 29'11" at the top of the head, 43'2" at the tip of the wings fully stretched out. 3472 lbs.
Identifying Marks: The glow of his eyes, and his red markings.
Appearance: Moderately sized four-legged dragon that is smoky black, with red tints on the wings and head.
Background:
Arising from one of the 5 eggs that his mother had laid, he automatically was able to use all of his senses. Glancing around at his surroundings, he found it amazing. The air was fresh, the trees of this heavily forested area were greener than green itself, the sky was a beautiful blue, the water in the river nearby was crystal clear, the animals stirring around were quite charming, and the sounds of birds chirping brought light to his fresh heart. He is then encouraged to leave his egg by hearing his mother's voice. When he steps out, his mother licks his shiny, white, scale-less skin as a welcoming to this brand new world. She then reached into a hole, and dropped some partially chewed-up meat on the ground. His natural instincts kicked in; He ran over to the meat and began to eat the first meal of his life, along with his siblings. The flavour rushing into his mouth was a sensation that he would not be soon forgotten. When he was content, he stared up at his mother and smiled. She smiled back. It was a good start from there.
3 years later, still in his infant stages, his mother had brought him and his only brother deep into the forest, to teach them how to hunt. There were quite a few little critters scattering around. She wanted to impress her sons, so she waited until something bigger came into sight or scent. And eventually, she could smell a deer just behind some trees and bushes that were standing in front of them.
"Stay here, boys, and witness your mother hunt this deer," she said to them merely moments before she sprang into the air. She glided moderately high in the air, then dove down, bearing her teeth to grab the deer by the neck. But, of course, it ran off. Determined to impress her boys, she chased after it. She got ahead of it, and stopped right in the middle of its path, forcing it to turn around and head out the way that she had approached it. Voran and his brother, Magzeun, tensed as they saw the deer bolt right past them. They began to cheer for their mother as she also passed by them. But the cheering quickly came to a halt when a dark, large, demonic male dragon jetted down from the sky onto their mother. Instantly, both of her front legs and wings were broken, leaving her mostly immobile. This was so that she could not escape from what he was about to do. He and his brother just stared in shock.
"MOMMY!" Magzeun screamed as he balled his eyes out, "MOMMY! GET UP!!" Voran was too scared to do anything but shiver and tear. The random dragon soon mounted their mother, and quickly began to rape her. The two sons did not know what was going on, nor what exactly to do. Magzeun screamed to the heavens, "HELP! GOD HELP MY MOMMY!!!!," gasping for breath and crying loudly in between every sentence. The random dragon grunted and moaned as he kept going on their mother. Magzeun eventually collapsed under his own weight, having worn himself out from all the panicking. He still sobbed as he laid on the middle of the forest floor. Voran just sat there, knowing there was nothing he could do in a practically deserted forest to save his mother from her peril.
Soon enough, the random dragoon finished with his mother. He withdrew rather slowly, then sighed.
"Even after kids, that is one damn nice pussy," he whispered in her ear, "now, I cannot stand being pressured into being a father, so I'm afraid that death is the only option." All their mother could do was scream as his teeth sunk into her neck. With some force, he tore her head and neck off of her body. Her blood gushed from both her body and the head, which he was currently holding in his very large jaws. He turned to Voran and Magzeun, and dropped their mother's head.
"You children have witnessed something that have put your lives to a very harsh and quick ending," stated the dragon in a tone of satisfaction, "I guess you guys just have bad luck." He stared at Magzeun for a couple more seconds before walking over to him and stomping on his small, fragile body. When he knew he was dead (or at least unable to move), he picked up Magzeun's body in his mouth, and ate it whole. As he turned to where Voran was, he noticed that the young dragon was gone. His nostrils were infested with the scent of Magzeun, so he could not track down Voran by scent.
"Fuck," he muttered, "The fucking brat got away. But I guess it isn't that important. I doubt he'll be able to report my actions to anybody." After re-assuring himself that he could never get caught for his act, he jolted back into the air and flew far away.
Voran was hiding under a large mass of bushes and trees, and stayed there until he was absolutely sure it was safe to come out. When he felt safe, he very slowly crawled out into the small clearing where his mother and brother's lives were lost. Closest to him was the bloodstained grass where his brother and been squished to death. Farther in the distance was his mother's head; even further away being her body. He sulked his head and cried. He cried so hard that he couldn't control it.
"Why, God," he said, "why did this have to happen to them? Why did this have to happen to me!?!" He took a minute to pause, then looked up and yelled "You fucking bastard! You never help the innocent! Do you fucking enjoy watching the fucking innocent suffer, and let the evil get all of the mother fucking perks!?! I may as well sell my fucking soul to the fucking devil!!! Fuck life, fuck God, fuck heaven and hell, fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" He then ran off, in desperation to find his den.
It took him a very long time to find it, but he finally got there, following his mother's scent with the scent following skills that he had.
"Where's mommy and brozzle?" asked Jereizia, one of his three sisters. He just gave her a very cold stare.
"Brother...?" stuttered his second eldest sister, Kaerini. He kept his same stare. Jererzia got up, to try to aid her brother with his assumed problem. As soon as she got a meter within his presence, he snarled and growled.
"Fuck you!" he yelled, as he then tackled her and, with a lot of force, tore off her head. He quickly spat it out, then glared back to his other sisters.
"You guys don't want to fucking mess with me," he stated angrily. As he turned around and began to run away, his youngest sister yelled halt. This made him bolt right around.
"I told you not to mess me with me!" he snapped, his voice cracking in the middle of the sentence to become much, much deeper "Holy shit, can you not listen to one single fucking thing you're told!?! No wonder you were the mother fucking shame of the family!!!" He leaped up high, then pounced on his youngest sister and tore at her chest with his teeth and claws until he got access to her heart, which he tore out and squashed on the ground. He just gave Kaerini a cold look, then walked away, never to be seen by her or any other dragon in that area ever again.
On that day, his skin had become slightly darker. He was slowly turning into what could be a demon, from the pure white dragon of his innocent, youthful years.
Let's skip to about age 508. For the 505 years after the death of his mother and brother, he had transformed into a black dragon from all the bad deeds that he had done. He was then just like the dark dragon that had murdered those closest to him; a soul-less criminal, who was best known for being a robber, murderer, and rapist. He had just finished raping and murdering of three completely innocent dragons, from this point. He now believed that the innocent did not deserve to be innocent, after the experiences that he had had when we was just a mere child.
As he trailed away from the crime scene, flames began to burst from the ground, and eruptions of boiling lava occurred. The image of the devil; just as he had depicted him; appeared in front of him.
"Hello, Voran," greeted Satan, "You are currently the most sinful black dragon on Earth. Congratulations!"
"And...?" questioned Voran.
"I was thinking about stuff and things, then I came across a thought," implied Satan, "I can make you all-powerful, at one price." A scroll randomly appeared in Satan's right hand and un-rolled itself, revealing to be a contract; a pen appeared in his left hand soon after. He then continued his speech, "If you sign your soul over to me, I shall make you a Demon Dragon, and you shall then be one of the most powerful dragons alive."
Voran did not care for his soul at this point; all he cared about was being alive and all-powerful. He swiftly grabbed the pen out of Satan's hand and signed the contract. He smiled at Satan, waiting for his reward.
And quickly it came. He felt much stronger, and his scales went from pure black to scales that were somewhat red tinted.
"Thank you," spoke Satan, soon fading into thin air. Voran's life had changed there, and drastically, too. But he did not notice the difference.
His life has had no other real significant events, it's all the same thing; Rape, murder, robbery, or a combination of them.
Pets: He can conger up demons to do some fighting for him
Special Abilities: Where to begin...XD. He can fly, and breathe fire for one thing. He can clone another living being's shape, as long as they haven't also sold their soul to the devil, and use it for as long as he wants (it also masks his voice). He can make demons come from Hell, and they will assist him with whatever. He can partially read minds, but only bold thoughts. He can move objects with his mind, but he cannot do this when he is in the shape of another person or when he has demons with him. That's it. ^_^
Weapons: None.
Personality: He is cruel and heartless. He will try incredibly hard to find reasons to hate people. It is really hard to get a point across to him if it goes against what he believes. However, if you sexually appeal to him, he may listen to what you have to say and adjust his opinion accordingly. If you bring up deaths of mothers and/or brothers, he will burst out into tears and, at one point of his crying, be open, sensitive, and will actually be able to make friends.
Borogarria-
Number of posts : 6
Age : 34
Location : The cave of dragons. Where else?
Registration date : 2009-05-19
Re: Katie's Chars
by Borogarria Tue Sep 01, 2009 9:31 am
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Name: Toar Fang
Race: White Wolf
Age: 4
Alignment: Neuteral
Gender: Male
Hair Colour and Style: Fur...
Eye Colour: Grey-Blue
Ht. & Wt.: 29" at the shoulder; 152 lbs.
Identifying Marks: A 4" scar behind his left ear
Appearance: Somewhat muscular, of average size whose fur is snow white.
Background: (Prepare yourselves for a really, REALLY short and cheesy bio)
Toar was born into two simple, honest wolves’ family, along with 2 other pups. Together, they formed a pack. At a fairly young age, his mother and father taught him how to hunt. It was when he was almost 4 that he decided to go out into the world on his own, to find a mate and form his own pack.
Pets: None
Special Abilities: None
Weapons: None
Personality: He is honest, simple, and straight-forward. He is a little too honest for the good of himself and people around him.
Borogarria- Number of posts : 6
Age : 34
Location : The cave of dragons. Where else?
Registration date : 2009-05-19
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