DIED BABIES!!!
11-03-2014, 11:22 AM
![[Image: Srhmo11.png]](http://i.imgur.com/Srhmo11.png) NAME: Toxin - "Tox" for short... (Or Cyanide... Maybe...) Alignment: Chaotic Evil Personality: Obsessive | Manipulative | Aggressive | Dominant Toxin will, from an early age, develop and admiration for those in positions of power. He will lust after their ability to command, to bring others into a prostrate state. To inspire fear to cause others to GROVEL... He will want nothing more. Each punishment will be a learning experience, each interaction of a study of dominance. Oh, he will push his limits. This male will fear no repercussion. He will bear his abuse with stoic hatred, a bubbling resentment that will be taken out upon those he views as lesser. He will stoop low and lower to achieve his goals, and even minor acts against his person or his family will be met with violence. When not overcome with anger, when not worming his way to the peak of the totem pole, he will enjoy roaming. This young man will be an explorer, not one you might expect to stick close to home for any period of time. He will enjoy the night, and the safety darkness brings. Appearance: 33" 95lbs | Lean | Sharp-featured | Amethyst Eyes His coat is a brilliant display of cyan and ice, onyx and diamond. An intense blue melds into a robin's hue, and finally to a pale blue on his hindquarters. From birth he will be blanketed in luscious black from the bridge of his nose down the length of his spine, descending to brush his hips and hind legs. Pure, pristine white accents his slender face, the tip of his tail, slashes his ribs. Each paw is dipped in the pure pigment up to the ankle. His eyes, a brilliant violet, are piercing in their intensity. His build is well-balanced between lithe and broad, each facet well-corded with muscle. He moves with a tranquil grace, which does little to hint at his more savage nature. RP Sample: Winter | 2 A.M. | Appx. 1 Year Old The rogue cowered before him, ears pinned and face oozing with blood. There it went [drip, drip, drip] and he loved every precious ruby. Every luscious garnet that he had produced. He himself had caused this. He pressed into the male's space, his fucking bubble. He loved how he winced, loved the fear. He wanted a closer look at his masterpiece. "This is pack land," his murmured, quiet on the verge of inaudibility. "My pack!" It was a hiss that time, and anger blazed unchecked in his royal-hued eyes. How pathetic, the way the stranger curled in on himself. Pathetic the way he pleaded. Well what did he expect, he was even smaller than Tox himself. "I ought to take you to mother, she would enjoy a new play thing I think," he murmured, more to himself than as a statement meant for the rogues ears. He opened his mouth, to beg or to question him, but Tox lashed outwards with a sudden ferocity, clawing at his eyes. Prisoners did not talk, did not question. Toxin was in charge here, and that was final. He chuckled, an uneasy thing, and pressed down on the male's windpipe. He began to flail, to spasm, and the blood poured forth with a new intensity. A shudder wracked through Tox's body and he reveled in it's presence, allowing his eyes to roll backwards. Sweet dominance... |
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