Post by Wyvern on Nov 28, 2004 12:29:33 GMT -5
Player: Lord Wyvern of Lichtenstein
Character Name: Wyvern
Character type: Fantasy/Steampunk
Species: Dark Elf
Gender: Male
Character Class: Warrior Thief
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
How I view the world: An amoralist who cares little for the proper world. He rebels against conformity and looks upon with great disdain those who would force him to live a structured orthodox existence. He holds in highest esteem his friends and lovers but would crush all others who would insinuate themselves or their beliefs in his life.
Physical Appearance: Tall and muscular but not bulky, defined and athletic. Long stark white silken hair runs the length of this back His fingers lean almost boney end with nails, though not lengthy, that come to a sharp claw like point. Black eyes with luminescent violet pupils stare emotionless into the world beyond and his onyx skin, save for his face and neck, is covered in scars and intricate carvings, the byproduct of his mysterious childhood.
Likes and Dislikes: Loves to live out loud and hates those who would place him in a box. Existing without restriction he gives his love equally to females and males. Prefers the solitude of a few close friends to crowds and openly shows disdain for anything deemed normal.
Quirks and Faults: Quick to anger but equal quick to cool; chaotic in thought, almost Gemini in his moods, given to extreme bouts of joy and passion and with the click of the second hand fall cold and acrimonies; given to fits of bold impulsivity, raging destruction and dark and often twisted humor. Humor in which he is often the only one that giggles for the hilarity is often lost or unseen to anyone but him. He is fast to strike and first to land a blow, often swirled in violence and rancor but he secretly longs for dark silence and serenity from the cacophony of voices which rake his waking mind.
Powers/abilities: Innately metamorphic, currently only has the ability to shape shift into a large feral cat, a jaguar, and an oddly amusing and strangely unique, man sized dancing mushroom. His bifurcated tongue is elongated reaching nearly eight inches from the edge of his lip to the tip of his tongue. The tongues muscles and his control are highly developed allowing him to crisscross, twist, scissor and split, the two halves with complete authority. Extremely nocturnal, his vision is better in the absence of light the noon day sun.
History in a nutshell: Orphaned and enslaved for much of his youth, his childhood is locked deep within the recess of his mind, shielding him from the horrors of his formative years. Faint portraits of a boundless gypsy life bleed into his mind from time to time as his body is a framed testimony to the atrocities painted upon his flesh from a past glimpsed only in nightmares and frightful dreams. He knows little of his past, lives only in the present and lives heedless of the future.
Mulligan: Has a pierced left nipple with a golden circlet. As part of the torturous youth his tongue was split, bifurcated, though the story behind its existence is one of horror he relishes the unique repulsiveness his tongue cause among the normal set.
Character Name: Wyvern
Character type: Fantasy/Steampunk
Species: Dark Elf
Gender: Male
Character Class: Warrior Thief
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
How I view the world: An amoralist who cares little for the proper world. He rebels against conformity and looks upon with great disdain those who would force him to live a structured orthodox existence. He holds in highest esteem his friends and lovers but would crush all others who would insinuate themselves or their beliefs in his life.
Physical Appearance: Tall and muscular but not bulky, defined and athletic. Long stark white silken hair runs the length of this back His fingers lean almost boney end with nails, though not lengthy, that come to a sharp claw like point. Black eyes with luminescent violet pupils stare emotionless into the world beyond and his onyx skin, save for his face and neck, is covered in scars and intricate carvings, the byproduct of his mysterious childhood.
Likes and Dislikes: Loves to live out loud and hates those who would place him in a box. Existing without restriction he gives his love equally to females and males. Prefers the solitude of a few close friends to crowds and openly shows disdain for anything deemed normal.
Quirks and Faults: Quick to anger but equal quick to cool; chaotic in thought, almost Gemini in his moods, given to extreme bouts of joy and passion and with the click of the second hand fall cold and acrimonies; given to fits of bold impulsivity, raging destruction and dark and often twisted humor. Humor in which he is often the only one that giggles for the hilarity is often lost or unseen to anyone but him. He is fast to strike and first to land a blow, often swirled in violence and rancor but he secretly longs for dark silence and serenity from the cacophony of voices which rake his waking mind.
Powers/abilities: Innately metamorphic, currently only has the ability to shape shift into a large feral cat, a jaguar, and an oddly amusing and strangely unique, man sized dancing mushroom. His bifurcated tongue is elongated reaching nearly eight inches from the edge of his lip to the tip of his tongue. The tongues muscles and his control are highly developed allowing him to crisscross, twist, scissor and split, the two halves with complete authority. Extremely nocturnal, his vision is better in the absence of light the noon day sun.
History in a nutshell: Orphaned and enslaved for much of his youth, his childhood is locked deep within the recess of his mind, shielding him from the horrors of his formative years. Faint portraits of a boundless gypsy life bleed into his mind from time to time as his body is a framed testimony to the atrocities painted upon his flesh from a past glimpsed only in nightmares and frightful dreams. He knows little of his past, lives only in the present and lives heedless of the future.
Mulligan: Has a pierced left nipple with a golden circlet. As part of the torturous youth his tongue was split, bifurcated, though the story behind its existence is one of horror he relishes the unique repulsiveness his tongue cause among the normal set.
