Krysis Zarithe

[Krysis]

* OOC Info*

Name : Mew
Age : 16
Experience : Bout 8 years.
Other Characters : None

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Character Full Name : Krysis Zarithe
Age : 4 years
Gender : male
Birth season : summer
Species : Macka
Moral Alignment : Chaotic neutral
Magic : DISCERN MOTIVE and DETECT MAGIC
Main Magic Discipline : Misc
Minor Magic Discipline : Nature

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The man possess an aquiline, defined bridge of a nose. Sloping to meet his facial features in an almost delicate way. A body of the purest of marble, adorns every inch of long tousled fur. He is tiny, and lithe. The man carries himself in an almost regal elegance, teeming with his selfish ego. His body nearly reaches the maximum regulations of his breed, which might might him typically larger then others of his line. He is much more able to run, and be agile and evasive rather then fight another wolf. Krysis also owns a gentle demeanour that often masks his personality.

Fur Color : white
Eye Color : Green
Mutations : none
Diseases : none
Markings : none
Height :4'4
Weight :100 lbs

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Krysis is a man of high quality, and only expects the very best from his company, he is an acquired taste. The man is of a abrasive reckless quality, he plays rough and expects his company to as well. Yet he is the ever-charming arresting gentleman. A ravenous man, with a passion that vomits it's entirety. He is passion, ambition, drive, and want. It is the self-gratification that he seeks, filling himself with it. He feels little, but wants everything; like a disease, his narcissistic wiles threaten to spill out from his very being. He views wolves as a price that must be earned, his selfish antics are the very bane to his existence.

The titan is an impulsive wolf, acting upon whim and fixation, with a voice as dangerous as himself. An excellent strategist, with a cunning brain and a fickle heart, he is in love with flesh, by life. He owns the façade of gentlemanly endeavours, but is naturally barbaric by nature. Amplified with the testosterone that courses through the behemouth, he is poison- slow and painful death.

But really, Krysis is an empty shell, for what he takes in must be spilled back out. He feels nothing, and once he is done, he cares for nothing. It is his curse, his drive and passion diminish and leave behind the man hiding under such emotion, a stoic warrior who is calculating, and deceitful. A snake in it's a true form.

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What can you say about him that hasn't already been gossiped about in lowly whispers?

Krysis was a picture of perfection to some, but something about the press ure of this image got to him. The man had everything he could ever want, a pretty lady by his side and some pups that were on the way. However he always felt some desire to have more- as if he didn't have the world already. This slowly made him become depressed, and Krysis began to think that; for whatever reason- his reality was not real. It got so dangerous that he nearly killed the very woman he loved before. The man became an empty shell, bits and pieces of the wolf that he once was.

Now he masks himself in the barrier he has created, hiding and not letting anyone fall for him too long; for he has never been able to truly return love and affection. Now he sees life as a game, something that can be ended just as easily as it is turned on.

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Family [black];;[/black]

Vatican duke Zarithe- Brother, Seraphim- mother, and Duke Zarithe- father.

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RolePlay sample :

It is not a malice intent that brings her here, walking crpytically amongst the shallows of river. The sun is high, and streaming it's heat upon the earth, giving her a dull dragging feeling. Her limbs threaten to fail, and she shivers; but not from cold, but drear. It whispers it's madness in her ear, but she is fine. Vixen cringes, and allows her paws to slip into the pools of liquid for seconds. Until retracting them and allowing her nose to take in a new trail of scent. It is then that she is aware, the horned lady can sense the other. Alone she is, and Vixen wishes to join her, but not for friendly wiles. She has no clue who this rival female is, and if she is of a high rank? Vixen's thoughts and curiosity threaten to spill over, threaten to overwelm her fragile mind.

She decides on a whim to move toward the smell, Vixen is not afraid, but curious. There are little others in the pack she resides in, and the lady is not fully acquainted with others. Not that she wishes to be, they have not earned her respect. She has always been fast on her feet, and advancing towards the other wolf was an easy feat. Vixen could already see the bodice of the she-wolf, gleaming in the sunlight. She is confused at first, by the way this girl speaks; as if praying for salvation. It is funny, and her mouth, adrip with saliva- pulls back and curls into a snide grin. Although she does not emit a giggle, as she wishes not to be noticed by the other.

Vixen had heard of the sightings of things- the deaths. But it only fuels the excitement she already has, how she wishes to see something so scary. Her eyes narrow as the she-wolf closes her eyes. Vixen is displeased, and wishes to know more of this odd female, and why she is clearly, crazy. Vixen decides to approach the girl, letting her paws glide forward with a gentle elegance. Vixens voice threatens to spill forth, but she will not allow it. The horned lady simply moves, silently but clearly noticeable now. Would the she-wolf, with her closed eyes see her? Vixen emits a throaty bark, partly to alarm her, but to also introduce her presence.

Vixen dearly wishes to remain unspeaking, but her voice decides to whisper, who might we have here? She coos in a gentle purr, circling the crazy one. Vixen does not wish to appear dangerous towards her, but she is oh so curious.

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