Post by Alucard on Jul 23, 2006 16:50:51 GMT -5
((OOC: i didn't follow the exact form, but boredom does things to you))
Name: Alucard...the monster. The title given to him by his father
Age: He lost count but when asked, you either get a deadened stare or 418 winters. A falsehood of course, but to watch the other's expression amuses him
Gender: Male
Light, Neutral, or Dark: Darkling
Personality: Emotionless in all honesty. He keeps his features carefully blank and the only flicker of an expression is when he kills. Glee distorts his handsome features and the crazed face is all one sees before it fades to black and death is upon them. He could care less what happens to the world, he lives for and loves only himself. He is a servant to be used. He sold his soul the night he was created, loosing everything that would tie him to being a normal wolven
Pelt Color: An ebony pelt of the darkest hue covers his massive frame. Not a scar marrs it's black perfection, seeing as he kills his victims before they ever get a chance to lay tooth or claw upon his hide
Eyes: Twin pools of blood. In all reality, they are red, either from a pigment malfunction in his gentics or because they're so bloodshot
Height: Three feet seven inches at the shoulders, seven and a half feet nose to tail. Freakish genetics that gave him his cursed blessing also made him massive. He has yet to find a wolf that can rival him in size...and if he did, he probably just slaughter him out of anger
Mother: Unknown, a grey she-wolf that was Alphess
Father: Unknown, a white brute that was Alpha
Siblings: He left none alive, but there were three others
Place of Birth: Unknown, some densite that had been used by "his" pack for generations
History: A kekkei genkai (ŒŒŒpŒÀŠE, "blood inheritance limit" or "[an ability] limited to blood inheritance," also called a "bloodline limit," "advanced bloodline," or "bloodline trait") is any property passed down genetically through a specific clan that cannot be imitated or duplicated by any method, although it might be possible to copy it using genetic manipulation. Kekkei genkai are often beneficial, and are employed commonly by packs to improve their chances in battle or other challenging situations. At least, it was common in the pack Alucard was whelped into.
Once the most powerful and feared pack in the history of the vargs time on earth, they had been defeated and rouined into mere fragments of their former selves. In a last ditch attempt to bring glory back to their paws, through selective breeding, Alucard was birthed. He was to be their saviour, to lead them to glory that had evaded them for so long.
For the first few months of life, everyone adored the ebony pup as he staggered around the den, his red eyes making him seem demonic. His growl was already strong and he was picking fights with his siblings. But there was something freakish about the brute. He was easily twice the size of the other pups and when they began to get sickly from the lack of milk, he turned on them. At a mere two months of age, he already had his first kill under his belt. Pack members were wary of him now, avoiding his gaze and moving off as he drew near. He killed the remaining siblings as they tried to push him away so they could eat. At six months, he had the appearance of a yearling, so large was he. His muscles were still small but his eyes had changed. Once just red eyes they were now blank crimson orbs, emotionless. He must have have poor eyesite for they were always wide open, giving him a surprised, crazed look.
The pack trained him dutifully and he became fearfully strong. No one dared to look him in the eye for fear of raising his anger and resulting in their death. His parents thought they held some form of control over this growing monster seeing as they brithed him, but he paid no attention to them. But when the time came that they wanted to turn him on their enimies, no one had to nerve to order Alucard to do anything. He was the unoffical Alpha and he lived how he wished.
But someone spilled the secret that he was only a tool to be used while he was near. In the blink of an eye, they were dead and he began to slaughter the pack one by one. Within minutes, they were all dead, save his "parents". Tongue hanging from his maw, sides heaving, fur painted with the blood of others, he words were simple.
Is it true?
His mother shuddered and looked away. How could she had created such a thing? He was supposed to help, not hinder them. But her silence was an answer enough. His eyes locked with hers and with a shriek of pain, the fae tumbled to her side. Withering and screaming in agony, her eyes never left Alucard's. Finally, her lifeforce slipped away and her eyes became a milky white. His father's fur seemed to pale as his beloved was killed before his eyes. His words were spit at Alucard, laced with hatred.
You Monster!
A grin mocked his sire.
I get that alot.
His father didn't suffer the same as his mother. No, he was much worse off. Tearing his hide from him, he slashed every part of flesh. He tore through the tendons, removed his ears, gouged out his eyes, crushed his lungs. He looked like a skinned carcass when Alucard was finished, but the aura had not died. With a withering glace at the flesh, it faded and Alucard padded away. Something to be feared.
His gaze had the ability to show other's all their sins. Perhaps it is like an all seeing eye. He could show them their fate, how they would die. But often it was only an image of him, followed by their last breath. For those who know of this power, currently none, would have the commen sense to fight him with closed eyes. But then they cannot see him either. He even mocks them when they run blindly at him, closing his own eyes and staggering around blindly. He takes such pleasure in another's misfortune. Something of a vampire perhaps, he can only drink blood to become stronger and to satisfy his hunger. His canines poke through his lips, the white a contrast against the black. Devil's spawn perhaps? It was a gift, though he was unsure who had blessed him with this fearful power. God? Pfft, if there even is one, have mercy on their souls. He is only here to remove those he deems worthless of living. He's an undead freak that wander's the night. He sold his soul the day his parents created this monster of the night. Such careful planning all gone to waste.
He will not lower himself to ask for anything, he'd rather do without then ask for assistance. Although his soul is gone, his pride remains. He must make his master proud of him. He is meerly a tool to be used and to those who know the key, he is a valuable weapon. But misuse or mislead him and death will be swift. Promise him slaves, a wench to be forcebred, blood and he'll do your bidding. He respects none and his arrogant, uncaring attitude has gotten him into trouble. He would make a good beta but is unsuited for the role of alpha, seeing as he cares not what happens to the rest of his pack. To the darkling that can use him successfully, victory against the others is certian.
Picture: see sig
Name: Alucard...the monster. The title given to him by his father
Age: He lost count but when asked, you either get a deadened stare or 418 winters. A falsehood of course, but to watch the other's expression amuses him
Gender: Male
Light, Neutral, or Dark: Darkling
Personality: Emotionless in all honesty. He keeps his features carefully blank and the only flicker of an expression is when he kills. Glee distorts his handsome features and the crazed face is all one sees before it fades to black and death is upon them. He could care less what happens to the world, he lives for and loves only himself. He is a servant to be used. He sold his soul the night he was created, loosing everything that would tie him to being a normal wolven
Pelt Color: An ebony pelt of the darkest hue covers his massive frame. Not a scar marrs it's black perfection, seeing as he kills his victims before they ever get a chance to lay tooth or claw upon his hide
Eyes: Twin pools of blood. In all reality, they are red, either from a pigment malfunction in his gentics or because they're so bloodshot
Height: Three feet seven inches at the shoulders, seven and a half feet nose to tail. Freakish genetics that gave him his cursed blessing also made him massive. He has yet to find a wolf that can rival him in size...and if he did, he probably just slaughter him out of anger
Mother: Unknown, a grey she-wolf that was Alphess
Father: Unknown, a white brute that was Alpha
Siblings: He left none alive, but there were three others
Place of Birth: Unknown, some densite that had been used by "his" pack for generations
History: A kekkei genkai (ŒŒŒpŒÀŠE, "blood inheritance limit" or "[an ability] limited to blood inheritance," also called a "bloodline limit," "advanced bloodline," or "bloodline trait") is any property passed down genetically through a specific clan that cannot be imitated or duplicated by any method, although it might be possible to copy it using genetic manipulation. Kekkei genkai are often beneficial, and are employed commonly by packs to improve their chances in battle or other challenging situations. At least, it was common in the pack Alucard was whelped into.
Once the most powerful and feared pack in the history of the vargs time on earth, they had been defeated and rouined into mere fragments of their former selves. In a last ditch attempt to bring glory back to their paws, through selective breeding, Alucard was birthed. He was to be their saviour, to lead them to glory that had evaded them for so long.
For the first few months of life, everyone adored the ebony pup as he staggered around the den, his red eyes making him seem demonic. His growl was already strong and he was picking fights with his siblings. But there was something freakish about the brute. He was easily twice the size of the other pups and when they began to get sickly from the lack of milk, he turned on them. At a mere two months of age, he already had his first kill under his belt. Pack members were wary of him now, avoiding his gaze and moving off as he drew near. He killed the remaining siblings as they tried to push him away so they could eat. At six months, he had the appearance of a yearling, so large was he. His muscles were still small but his eyes had changed. Once just red eyes they were now blank crimson orbs, emotionless. He must have have poor eyesite for they were always wide open, giving him a surprised, crazed look.
The pack trained him dutifully and he became fearfully strong. No one dared to look him in the eye for fear of raising his anger and resulting in their death. His parents thought they held some form of control over this growing monster seeing as they brithed him, but he paid no attention to them. But when the time came that they wanted to turn him on their enimies, no one had to nerve to order Alucard to do anything. He was the unoffical Alpha and he lived how he wished.
But someone spilled the secret that he was only a tool to be used while he was near. In the blink of an eye, they were dead and he began to slaughter the pack one by one. Within minutes, they were all dead, save his "parents". Tongue hanging from his maw, sides heaving, fur painted with the blood of others, he words were simple.
Is it true?
His mother shuddered and looked away. How could she had created such a thing? He was supposed to help, not hinder them. But her silence was an answer enough. His eyes locked with hers and with a shriek of pain, the fae tumbled to her side. Withering and screaming in agony, her eyes never left Alucard's. Finally, her lifeforce slipped away and her eyes became a milky white. His father's fur seemed to pale as his beloved was killed before his eyes. His words were spit at Alucard, laced with hatred.
You Monster!
A grin mocked his sire.
I get that alot.
His father didn't suffer the same as his mother. No, he was much worse off. Tearing his hide from him, he slashed every part of flesh. He tore through the tendons, removed his ears, gouged out his eyes, crushed his lungs. He looked like a skinned carcass when Alucard was finished, but the aura had not died. With a withering glace at the flesh, it faded and Alucard padded away. Something to be feared.
His gaze had the ability to show other's all their sins. Perhaps it is like an all seeing eye. He could show them their fate, how they would die. But often it was only an image of him, followed by their last breath. For those who know of this power, currently none, would have the commen sense to fight him with closed eyes. But then they cannot see him either. He even mocks them when they run blindly at him, closing his own eyes and staggering around blindly. He takes such pleasure in another's misfortune. Something of a vampire perhaps, he can only drink blood to become stronger and to satisfy his hunger. His canines poke through his lips, the white a contrast against the black. Devil's spawn perhaps? It was a gift, though he was unsure who had blessed him with this fearful power. God? Pfft, if there even is one, have mercy on their souls. He is only here to remove those he deems worthless of living. He's an undead freak that wander's the night. He sold his soul the day his parents created this monster of the night. Such careful planning all gone to waste.
He will not lower himself to ask for anything, he'd rather do without then ask for assistance. Although his soul is gone, his pride remains. He must make his master proud of him. He is meerly a tool to be used and to those who know the key, he is a valuable weapon. But misuse or mislead him and death will be swift. Promise him slaves, a wench to be forcebred, blood and he'll do your bidding. He respects none and his arrogant, uncaring attitude has gotten him into trouble. He would make a good beta but is unsuited for the role of alpha, seeing as he cares not what happens to the rest of his pack. To the darkling that can use him successfully, victory against the others is certian.
Picture: see sig