seraphim&&morphine

name || Szayel (Sah-zay-el) Elysius
alignment || Lawful Evil
physical description Szayel is a creature of masculine beauty all wrapped up in a male body. Thick sinew lies underneath a pristine white pelt. The boy doesn't vary much from either of his parents. When properly cleaned nothing stains his pelt and is the whitest of ivories and some times can seem almost silver under certain lighting. If given the chance he would blend in perfectly with any snowy environment save for his eyes and the little spot of coat on the end of his snout.

The only color the brute has is a a very pale purple color for eyes that almost seem silver if looked at from an angle. If not for his masculine body one might think him to be a female. Rigorous training has prepared him. As an adult he grows to be thirty six inches and weighs a hundred and thirty seven pounds. Not the biggest creature alive, but enough to be absolutely intimidating to those smaller in stature.

A smile is never seen on his face. A serious expression encompasses his visage. It's quite obvious that he is a killer, a warrior, a soldier. His very appearance clearly states "do not trifle with me."
personality || What isn't explained in his body language or posture alone it's definitely apparent in how he talks and acts around others. His personality fits perfectly how he looks. He is everything the perfect warrior should be. He does not question orders. His loyalties are unwavering. Tell him to do something and he will do it, but only if you're someone he respects. Anyone else is low life scum and is to be ignored. He has no feelings, no depth to the world, no soul in a sense. Killing is just a means to survive. it's kill or be killed. If you stand in his way he will strike you down.

Try and crack jokes and he'll A. Ignore you. or B. Insult you where you stand and call you an imbecile. He's a very intelligent creature. Words more deadly than the venom of a snake. His voice alone can make another cringe. They hold an icy monotone to them that holds no friendliness and no compassion. No mercy and no love. He learns quick that there's no time for fun and games. Only death and even more death. The perfect assassin. He refuses to be anything less.
Roleplay sample Lavender eyes watched his next victim as he hid among the shadows. Scent was perfectly disguised. He smelled like one gigantic herb. It wasn't the time to make mistakes though. He could never make mistakes. This was to be perfectly executed. If he failed it would be severely punished, whether he punished himself, or if it was by the one who had given him his duty to begin with.

Lips pulled back and snout wrinkled into a silent snarl as he stared upon the peasant. What an idiot. Standing there without even realizing his death was merely feet away. With one last dirty look from amethyst eyes the man dashed forward. Powerful legs propelled him towards his target. The assassination was quick and painful for the other. The other male let out a blood curdling scream before incisors sunk into his eyeballs and raked downwards while his massive body knocked him into the dirt. Motions remained controlled as he then crushed him with his body weight before his head snaked to his throat. After that it was over in a heart beat.

Trachea got ripped from the male's throat and screams died away into soft gurgles as the blood flowed freely staining his pelt, the other male's pelt, and the ground, before he pulled away content that the idiot was dead. tongue escaped his jowls and swiped the blood away before he left the scene not leaving a trace of his scent behind. No one would ever know who did it. The perfect murder.

[ooc: And of course this is only a brief summary :P If I do get the pup everything will be much more descriptive]