The Last one we swear(one available)
06-04-2017, 07:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-05-2017, 10:30 AM by Saint.)
Okay, now I'm finished.
Oc name: Chance
Pup's name: Ishmael Agatsuma-Asmodeus
Gender: Male
Personality:
Ishmael was born with a darkness in his heart, a black tar on his mind that only could be understood and sympathized by those who are like him. He feels nothing and everything at the same time, emotions that hide away in the cage of his bones only to be revealed when something pulls deeply at them. It is then that the creature feels, but then he feels too much. Anger is unbridled rage, sorrow is unending grief, jealousy is an envy beyond green and so on. Extreme emotions that invoke extreme actions, Ishmael does not know how to handle the intensity of his rare emotions and likely never will. He will lash out and take out his over sensory of these feelings on anything or anyone around him.
He's a monster is wolf's clothing. The world is upside down for him. Reversed, backward. Morality is relative, what he thinks is right others may think is wrong. His way is always right, he is always right. Everyone else is wrong. His truth is fact, everyone else's is fiction. It is this belief that Ishmael is the "good guy", he's the hero in every story. The creature is not evil, he is righteous, he strikes down all that oppose the truth that is his own. Smites those that would stand against him and his own. For he and his family are always in the right, they are the protagonist, the heroes in this story. He takes offense easily when his idea of reality is fought against, his already weakened self-control snaps and he takes out his frustrations on the one who caused it.
He is greed, he is pride, he is gluttony, he is wrath, he is envy. Ishmael takes and takes and continues to take whatever he can have just for the sake of it. He won't need it, but he'll want it and he'll take what he wants when he wants. He'll want things that others have just because they have it, he'll want to take it away just so they can't have it anymore. He'll be envious of anyone who is his better, jealous of anyone that take the attention of his blood, his family, his father. They are his blood, therefore they are his and everything they are is his. Egotistical, pride runs deep in his veins, for everything he is, has been and will be. An inflated sense of self-importance, everyone else is below him and he is a higher being. When wrath hits him, it's a hurricane, a firestorm that shows that creature beneath his skin. Like some of his familial lines, he is cannibalistic, but only by the nature that he'll eat anything. He'll eat and eat just for the sake of eating. Put anything out in front of him and he'll consume every bit, even when full Ishmael will continue trying to gnaw at whatever is on his dinner plate.
If there's one thing that is consistent with the creature, it is the thrill of the hunt. Nothing gets his blood flowing, gets him so excited than hunting. The adrenaline of stalking, watching his prey and the chase is even sweeter. The catch at the end is never more rewarding than the build up to it. Maybe his love of the hunt is why Ishmael is often seen as a quiet animal. He prefers to watch, to listen to everything else around him. He likes to take in the details of things, give short statements and bits of speech in order to head a conversation in the way he wants. To get whatever he wants or needs to hear out of it. Manipulative and a complete liar, he's not afraid of not speaking the truth to get what he wants, never afraid of adding or subtracting elements out of a truth to get a certain response. After all, it's for the greater good, his greater good which is the good for all.
Appearance:
At a glance, one may assume that Ishmael has a coat of gray, but a deep brown also dusts the back of the creature, such a color that could go unnoticed unless one watched closely. It gets continuously darker the higher up his back, with his ears and tail are the darkest shades on his body. The lower portion of his body is a sandy beige, one that fades to a paler, lighter color the lower in goes down his legs, his chest, and belly. His undersides are outlined by a cedar brown, an outline also appears at the streaks on the sides of Ishmael's neck, where the sandy beige makes up most of the streaks. From afar the marking could give the illusion of gills. Upon the creature's face, are pink eyes and a mask, easily recognized as an inherited marking from his father, except the mask takes a turn, it covers his entire face rather than just the top half. Ishmael is as heavy as his coat is, his fur is long and thick and he walks with slow steps and a weighted head. As if he's always on the prowl, always stalking, on the hunt.
Oc name: Chance
Pup's name: Ishmael Agatsuma-Asmodeus
Gender: Male
Personality:
Ishmael was born with a darkness in his heart, a black tar on his mind that only could be understood and sympathized by those who are like him. He feels nothing and everything at the same time, emotions that hide away in the cage of his bones only to be revealed when something pulls deeply at them. It is then that the creature feels, but then he feels too much. Anger is unbridled rage, sorrow is unending grief, jealousy is an envy beyond green and so on. Extreme emotions that invoke extreme actions, Ishmael does not know how to handle the intensity of his rare emotions and likely never will. He will lash out and take out his over sensory of these feelings on anything or anyone around him.
He's a monster is wolf's clothing. The world is upside down for him. Reversed, backward. Morality is relative, what he thinks is right others may think is wrong. His way is always right, he is always right. Everyone else is wrong. His truth is fact, everyone else's is fiction. It is this belief that Ishmael is the "good guy", he's the hero in every story. The creature is not evil, he is righteous, he strikes down all that oppose the truth that is his own. Smites those that would stand against him and his own. For he and his family are always in the right, they are the protagonist, the heroes in this story. He takes offense easily when his idea of reality is fought against, his already weakened self-control snaps and he takes out his frustrations on the one who caused it.
He is greed, he is pride, he is gluttony, he is wrath, he is envy. Ishmael takes and takes and continues to take whatever he can have just for the sake of it. He won't need it, but he'll want it and he'll take what he wants when he wants. He'll want things that others have just because they have it, he'll want to take it away just so they can't have it anymore. He'll be envious of anyone who is his better, jealous of anyone that take the attention of his blood, his family, his father. They are his blood, therefore they are his and everything they are is his. Egotistical, pride runs deep in his veins, for everything he is, has been and will be. An inflated sense of self-importance, everyone else is below him and he is a higher being. When wrath hits him, it's a hurricane, a firestorm that shows that creature beneath his skin. Like some of his familial lines, he is cannibalistic, but only by the nature that he'll eat anything. He'll eat and eat just for the sake of eating. Put anything out in front of him and he'll consume every bit, even when full Ishmael will continue trying to gnaw at whatever is on his dinner plate.
If there's one thing that is consistent with the creature, it is the thrill of the hunt. Nothing gets his blood flowing, gets him so excited than hunting. The adrenaline of stalking, watching his prey and the chase is even sweeter. The catch at the end is never more rewarding than the build up to it. Maybe his love of the hunt is why Ishmael is often seen as a quiet animal. He prefers to watch, to listen to everything else around him. He likes to take in the details of things, give short statements and bits of speech in order to head a conversation in the way he wants. To get whatever he wants or needs to hear out of it. Manipulative and a complete liar, he's not afraid of not speaking the truth to get what he wants, never afraid of adding or subtracting elements out of a truth to get a certain response. After all, it's for the greater good, his greater good which is the good for all.
Appearance:
At a glance, one may assume that Ishmael has a coat of gray, but a deep brown also dusts the back of the creature, such a color that could go unnoticed unless one watched closely. It gets continuously darker the higher up his back, with his ears and tail are the darkest shades on his body. The lower portion of his body is a sandy beige, one that fades to a paler, lighter color the lower in goes down his legs, his chest, and belly. His undersides are outlined by a cedar brown, an outline also appears at the streaks on the sides of Ishmael's neck, where the sandy beige makes up most of the streaks. From afar the marking could give the illusion of gills. Upon the creature's face, are pink eyes and a mask, easily recognized as an inherited marking from his father, except the mask takes a turn, it covers his entire face rather than just the top half. Ishmael is as heavy as his coat is, his fur is long and thick and he walks with slow steps and a weighted head. As if he's always on the prowl, always stalking, on the hunt.