Post by Black Joker on Aug 8, 2007 15:47:29 GMT -5
Your Character's Name: Black Joker
Their Special Abilities: Venomous Fangs and The Ability To Make The Area Where Her Paws Have Touched Die.
Weaknesses: Water
A Description of Your Character: Hellhound cloaked in odd drapes; stunning emerald gaze the beast's most beloved standout characteristic. Monotone pelt blessed with unique shading of bright crimson, audits dipped in light twilight, silver jewelry adorning the creature’s left ear. Hellish creature indeed, seemingly giving off an eerie glow, but nothing could describe the beast better than her personality and demonic traits. Indeed, a true spawn of Satan himself, old dog tags with worn numbers clearly giving off the impression that she was a type of experiment. Was this hellhound a spawn of Satan, or just a failed experiment gone mad?
A Picture (optional): None At The Moment
History (again, optional): N/A
A Log Post (can be of any character): :nostrils flared as the experimental beast made her way through the terrain, bodice weaving its way around clumps of animals and more importantly, the river. Light huff would be given, surrounding scents within the area being inhaled and identified so the beast could avoid any unwanted contact. A trail of dead grass and plants was left behind, the areas where her mitts had touched had killed the life that was there, leaving a dried and dead trail. Hellhound had been traveling for most of the day, only stopping every few hours to lap up some water from the river that she had been following, always cautious as not to get herself wet in order to keep herself hydrated. Draconic whipcords lashed about, the three tails resembling that of a kitsune, eerie emerald gaze focused upon what lay in front of her as she moved on. She wasn’t quite sure where she was heading, but she would indeed know when she got there.
Their Special Abilities: Venomous Fangs and The Ability To Make The Area Where Her Paws Have Touched Die.
Weaknesses: Water
A Description of Your Character: Hellhound cloaked in odd drapes; stunning emerald gaze the beast's most beloved standout characteristic. Monotone pelt blessed with unique shading of bright crimson, audits dipped in light twilight, silver jewelry adorning the creature’s left ear. Hellish creature indeed, seemingly giving off an eerie glow, but nothing could describe the beast better than her personality and demonic traits. Indeed, a true spawn of Satan himself, old dog tags with worn numbers clearly giving off the impression that she was a type of experiment. Was this hellhound a spawn of Satan, or just a failed experiment gone mad?
A Picture (optional): None At The Moment
History (again, optional): N/A
A Log Post (can be of any character): :nostrils flared as the experimental beast made her way through the terrain, bodice weaving its way around clumps of animals and more importantly, the river. Light huff would be given, surrounding scents within the area being inhaled and identified so the beast could avoid any unwanted contact. A trail of dead grass and plants was left behind, the areas where her mitts had touched had killed the life that was there, leaving a dried and dead trail. Hellhound had been traveling for most of the day, only stopping every few hours to lap up some water from the river that she had been following, always cautious as not to get herself wet in order to keep herself hydrated. Draconic whipcords lashed about, the three tails resembling that of a kitsune, eerie emerald gaze focused upon what lay in front of her as she moved on. She wasn’t quite sure where she was heading, but she would indeed know when she got there.