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 Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 6:56 pm
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Name: Saku Bordeaux Nox
Age: 13
Eye color: alters colors depeneding on lighting.
Hair color: red or pink, with altering lengths.
Collar: red, purple, pink, white
Charms: black raven, rose, two fists, stage, jester hat, egg, question mark, jewels.
Bio: Saku was made to be never ageing by a bunch of perverted people in a basement though due to that it made her bones rather fragile but her mucels to get much stronger, her mind was always set into different places changing the way that she thought the way she acted all depending on what it was she saw, based on which she could become more like a flurtasious whore, or act like a noble women and everything in between, though when she is able to act herself her mouth tends to go off on it's own using words that most no one would agree with, and in turn she finds violence to be very fun, she likes to bu a bully but never had been on the other end.
Owner: ((yet to be announced.)) |
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2017 7:35 pm
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Name: Vasher (no last name on file)
Age: Appears to be in his mid 30's though he is far older then he looks
Race: meta human
Gender: male
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 169 pounds
Eye color: hazle
Hair color: dark brown
Orientation: straight
Seme,uke, seke: Seke
Personality: very blunt and straight forward, unless he has something clouding his mind.
Bio: Vasher was raised by a hard working family, he worked there farms for several years, and during this time he found out that he wasn't normal, he could see, and hear things better then others, and the more people he came into contact with the stronger his scenes became, not only that, but he could sence other living things that most wouldn't even know was there, such as a dog in the next room that was sleeping, or a bird in a tree. though that was only the beginning, more time went on and he was just coming back from selling goods from the farm and 2 men tried to rob him at gun point, he protested and one man fired the gun, it felt as if time had sown to a dead stop as the bullet crawled out of the gun Vasher was able to move out of the way, and take it from the first asslent, only to shoot them both. Just after doing so he knelt down by them with a shiver going down his spine at his first kill. he placed his hand on one of them, and the body and clothing that the person had worn faded to a stony grey,and the body came to life... just without breathing, he would shutter back and the same happened to the other man as he mistakenly touched his leg. then he realized, his power must have been getting stronger, he told the two... lifeless bodies to go tend the fields in his stead... and they did, as if they were his puppets. several more years have passed and he noticed he never aged, while those that raised him were old and possibly on there death bed. He left the town and went to try to controle his powers on his own, and keep them from working against his will, nearly 30 years passed before he felt comfortable with going near others again, though... it didn't go as intended, a noble man crossed his path, Vasher's hand touched his sword... and it came to life, and had a mind of it's own, the blade possed the noble man, and slaughtered a whole town, each kill gave the blade a brighter sign, though it's hilt and sheath sinked to one of the darkest shades of black. He took the sword, and kept it at his side, noticing if it was sheathed, it seemed powerless, but out of it... one man could become an army himself. about 40 years later he wasn't thinking, he walked through the woods, and steped in a hunters snare, and got knocked out as it pulled his feat out from under him, when he awoke, he was bound and gaged, hanging by his wrists from a chain in the middle of a room that was painted grey, and he was dressed in rags, noticing he couldn't use his strange power on anything, though his hearing and sight was still very strong. he could hear lots of voices as he turned on the chain... a wall of bars... and people walking around, guards everywhere, even a kid pulling a man by a chain... he took a deep breath, and sighed, thinking this was better then letting his ablity go wild, though with each passing person his powers got stonger
Note/other: he has a strong sense of sound, and can see the detail and complexity of most everything. It's still undetermined if he can control his powers, though before he was caught he could turn the dead into cold grey lifeless puppets, and make some objects move of there own will.
Collar: purple
Charms: Black Raven, Two fists. A shield, Sheet of music, Book, pen
Owner: (yet to be announced) |
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