Perfect Scars Upon My Wrists
10-22-2013, 10:04 PM
Name: Misha Vladislav L?cuyer
MISHA (Миша): Pet form of Russian Mikhail, meaning "who is like God?"
VLADISLAV (Cyrillic: Владислав): Slavic name composed of the elements vlado "to rule" and slav "glory," hence "rules with glory." In use by the Bulgarians, Russians and Serbians.
Gender: Male
Apperance: Misha is nothing short of a giant in his adult age, worked hard by his father the male is built of muscle and not much else. He is a jet black, a color that races along his entire body save for a patch of white on his chest that trails off sharply between his front legs, his chin dusted in a soft white, almost a teasing reminder to his victims that it was really over. In his eyes sets a pair of eerie green eyes, a supernatural force living deep within the dark fur.
Adult height: 42"
Personality: Cold, empty, mean, slightly mad, vicious, temperamental, dominant, Loyal to his father.
Alignment: Chaotic-Evil
RP sample:
Massive paws pounded through the snow, heavy thundering pads sent up a flurry of snow as he lowered his head. He was going for speed now, the filthy beast had stepped paws on his Cepheus' land, for this the thing would die. He snarled as he gained on the trespasser, for many years his body was made for stamina, he could do this all night. The muscles rippled under his fur as he gained on the victim, he could hear them panting, hear the tiny whines of defeat as he easily matched the dogs speed.
He smiled at it for a moment so it could realize just what was abut to happen. He easily bumped the dog over, sending it tumbling through the snow. Crashing into a rock it was momentarily stunned as he took slow paw steps towards his victim. This was the fun part.
please! please dont kill me!
What would your mother say?
The other stared at him for a moment, confused and paralyzed with fear. As the dog realized what was happening Misha bent forth and tore his throat out, gurgling the other wolf sputtered as he flopped onto the ground. Staring up at Misha the black wolf laughed as he spat the contents of his mouth before the body, chuckling and shaking his head, Guess we'll never know...
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MISHA (Миша): Pet form of Russian Mikhail, meaning "who is like God?"
VLADISLAV (Cyrillic: Владислав): Slavic name composed of the elements vlado "to rule" and slav "glory," hence "rules with glory." In use by the Bulgarians, Russians and Serbians.
Gender: Male
Apperance: Misha is nothing short of a giant in his adult age, worked hard by his father the male is built of muscle and not much else. He is a jet black, a color that races along his entire body save for a patch of white on his chest that trails off sharply between his front legs, his chin dusted in a soft white, almost a teasing reminder to his victims that it was really over. In his eyes sets a pair of eerie green eyes, a supernatural force living deep within the dark fur.
Adult height: 42"
Personality: Cold, empty, mean, slightly mad, vicious, temperamental, dominant, Loyal to his father.
Alignment: Chaotic-Evil
RP sample:
Massive paws pounded through the snow, heavy thundering pads sent up a flurry of snow as he lowered his head. He was going for speed now, the filthy beast had stepped paws on his Cepheus' land, for this the thing would die. He snarled as he gained on the trespasser, for many years his body was made for stamina, he could do this all night. The muscles rippled under his fur as he gained on the victim, he could hear them panting, hear the tiny whines of defeat as he easily matched the dogs speed.
He smiled at it for a moment so it could realize just what was abut to happen. He easily bumped the dog over, sending it tumbling through the snow. Crashing into a rock it was momentarily stunned as he took slow paw steps towards his victim. This was the fun part.
please! please dont kill me!
What would your mother say?
The other stared at him for a moment, confused and paralyzed with fear. As the dog realized what was happening Misha bent forth and tore his throat out, gurgling the other wolf sputtered as he flopped onto the ground. Staring up at Misha the black wolf laughed as he spat the contents of his mouth before the body, chuckling and shaking his head, Guess we'll never know...
Ref image:
BORROWED IMAGE
http://www.123rf.com/photo_4278683_european-wolf.html