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 Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 10:16 pm
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Character Name: Sangre
Age: 17
Physical appearance: Sangre has a lean tall figure. He has muscles stacked on his body neatly, they are extremely defined. His face his sort of long, with a slight protruding chin. He has a thick scar right below his left eye and he has scars running all up and down his body. Most of his face is covered by hair. But his eyes when ever they are out in the open are a bright scolding red. His long flowing hair that his thick and black goes down to his shoulders. He found in travels a white jacket with long sleeves that go over his hands. Parts of the sleeves are torn to shreds and just hang as loose flaps of a cloth. In has buttons going down the center of it and it has a collar that cover’s his neck. He wears white pants that go with his jacket. He doesn’t wear shoes. The bottoms of his feet are black and hard and full of cracks but this minor pain doesn’t seem to affect his mobility.
Personality: Most of the time Sangre is a mellowed out person, he can be seen just looking up in the sky and watching the clouds and some times blowing in the wind with the clouds. He keeps a cool head most of the time but when in the heat of battle he often shouts insanities and just thrashes about, even hurting him self for no apparent reason. When his comes in contact with another people he mostly keeps to himself and hardly speaks to them but when a dire situation is needed, like going to the bathroom he will talk. He talks to himself and can have deep meaningful conversation with himself. He also sees people that don't exist and they can even be himself. Sangre doesn’t have a lot of interest in people other then himself. He has a strange unique thirst for blood; he doesn’t even care if it’s his own. You can never tell just by looking or talking with Sangre but he is diabolical deep down inside, one reason why he likes the metallic taste of blood and the wonderful thrill of eating live flesh from humans. Can be extremely cocky and arrogant at times.
Occupation: Sangre doesn’t have a job cause he never was a expected piece of society.
Biography: When Sangre was born, he was simply a strange child. He would never cry, never seek any attention other than his own. He would have blood stains on his crib and clothing. All he was eve seen drinking was his own blood. He would have several cuts on his lips and he would be sucking on them. One time when his mother first tried nursing him, he bit her n****e and just giggled while drinking the fountain of blood. After that day, his mother gave up trying to be his mother he just slept alone in his crib till the age of five. He lived on his own blood and was able to function better than normal cause of this. At the youthful age of five he decided to leave his old tattered room, he opened the door it just fell down on the ground and dust blew from it. He stepped out and saw every one was gone. His mother and father, his sisters and brother he never had. Most of the house was beginning to fall apart; roots and a giant tree filled one section of the house. He stepped out into the world for the first time in his pajamas. He was not afraid or aware of the terrors that awaited him in the dreadful world. He walked and walked and kept on going, meeting new people, killing them and then eating them only because he had the ability to. He never learned right from wrong so he did many things out of the simple nature of innocence, if you could call it that.
Eventually he grew up and sought new pleasures in the form of training his body and learning how to battle amongst the greatest of warriors. He would win then he would eat them. This went on for years with his power steadily rising. Once he battled a man who was able to tame fire, Sangre was fascinated by this and he asked the man to teach him this ability. He learned it fast and soon killed his teacher with what he learned.
When Sangre was 15 he was walking on train tracks, a train came rushing by. He waited in the bushes then when it passed he hopped in one of the carts, he so happened to land in a cart full of people that were all tied down in beds. He nibbled on a few for a midday snack. He burnt a few a made quiet laughs to himself. The train arrived at a mental hospital. He was given a straight jacket and locked away with the crazies. Sangre didn't bother to do anything about it. He went a long with it for some time, he mostly sat around, looking at the other people and just laughing quietly. A young girl about Sangre's age talked to him. This was his first encounter with women. He was excited, and he got what ever he wanted and they did what ever they wanted and for years there life was good in this sanctuary of insanity but eventually she died of a stroke, a serious one. He didn't weep, he just burnt down the building and left. .
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Elemental magic:
Fire: N/A 40
Water: N/A 0
Wind: N/A 0
Lightning: N/A 0
Earth: N/A 0
Light Or Dark: N/A
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 6:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 9:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 9:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 4:45 pm
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astui okami slave Character Name: Sangre
Age: 17
Physical appearance: Sangre has a lean tall figure. He has muscles stacked on his body neatly, they are extremely defined. His face his sort of long, with a slight protruding chin. He has a thick scar right below his left eye and he has scars running all up and down his body. Most of his face is covered by hair. But his eyes when ever they are out in the open are a bright scolding red. His long flowing hair that his thick and black goes down to his shoulders. He found in travels a white jacket with long sleeves that go over his hands. Parts of the sleeves are torn to shreds and just hang as loose flaps of a cloth. In has buttons going down the center of it and it has a collar that cover’s his neck. He wears white pants that go with his jacket. He doesn’t wear shoes. The bottoms of his feet are black and hard and full of cracks but this minor pain doesn’t seem to affect his mobility.
Personality: Most of the time Sangre is a mellowed out person, he can be seen just looking up in the sky and watching the clouds and some times blowing in the wind with the clouds. He keeps a cool head most of the time but when in the heat of battle he often shouts insanities and just thrashes about, even hurting him self for no apparent reason. When his comes in contact with another people he mostly keeps to himself and hardly speaks to them but when a dire situation is needed, like going to the bathroom he will talk. He talks to himself and can have deep meaningful conversation with himself. He also sees people that don't exist and they can even be himself. When he talks to himself, he usually expresses a plethora of personalities, like being sad, angry, childish, acting superior to everyone, being a baby, almost anything. Sangre doesn’t have a lot of interest in people other then himself. He has a strange unique thirst for blood; he doesn’t even care if it’s his own. You can never tell just by looking or talking with Sangre but he is diabolical deep down inside, one reason why he likes the metallic taste of blood and the wonderful thrill of eating live flesh from humans.
Occupation: Sangre doesn’t have a job cause he never was a expected piece of society.
Biography: When Sangre was born, he was simply a strange child. He would never cry, never seek any attention other than his own. He would have blood stains on his crib and clothing. All he was eve seen drinking was his own blood. He would have several cuts on his lips and he would be sucking on them. One time when his mother first tried nursing him, he bit her n****e and just giggled while drinking the fountain of blood. After that day, his mother gave up trying to be his mother he just slept alone in his crib till the age of five. He lived on his own blood and was able to function better than normal cause of this. At the youthful age of five he decided to leave his old tattered room, he opened the door it just fell down on the ground and dust blew from it. He stepped out and saw every one was gone. His mother and father, his sisters and brother he never had. Most of the house was beginning to fall apart; roots and a giant tree filled one section of the house. He stepped out into the world for the first time in his pajamas. He was not afraid or aware of the terrors that awaited him in the dreadful world. He walked and walked and kept on going, meeting new people, killing them and then eating them only because he had the ability to. He never learned right from wrong so he did many things out of the simple nature of innocence, if you could call it that.
Eventually he grew up and sought new pleasures in the form of training his body and learning how to battle amongst the greatest of warriors. He would win then he would eat them. This went on for years with his power steadily rising. Once he battled a man who was able to tame fire, Sangre was fascinated by this and he asked the man to teach him this ability. He learned it fast and soon killed his teacher with what he learned.
When Sangre was 15 he was walking on train tracks, a train came rushing by. He waited in the bushes then when it passed he hopped in one of the carts, he so happened to land in a cart full of people that were all tied down in beds. He nibbled on a few for a midday snack. He burnt a few a made quiet laughs to himself. The train arrived at a mental hospital. He was given a straight jacket and locked away with the crazies. Sangre didn't bother to do anything about it. He went a long with it for some time, he mostly sat around, looking at the other people and just laughing quietly. A young girl about Sangre's age talked to him. This was his first encounter with women. He was excited, and he got what ever he wanted and they did what ever they wanted and for years there life was good in this sanctuary of insanity but eventually she died of a stroke, a serious one. He didn't weep, he just burnt down the building and left. .
Weapons:
Name of weapon:
Number of Points:
element:
Weapon Skill:
Description:
Talent(s)/Ability(s):
Name of ability:
Amount of points:
Description of ability:(because this is broad, you should describe your n.)
Elemental magic:
Fire: N/A 40
Water: N/A 0
Wind: N/A 0
Lightning: N/A 0
Earth: N/A 0
Light Or Dark: N/A
Name of custom element:
Number of points:
Description of element:
Signature Attacks:
Name of Attack:
Number of points:
Description of Attack:
Combination attacks:
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