Skulde XXXX Verdandi/Crybaby Skully
✖✖_______|| Call Me By Name
______________Skulde
__________|| Age Is Only Physical
______________I have forgotten but I shall prompt Twenty-three. I like twenty-three...
__________|| My Emotion And Strength
______________Please be patient. I have an urge to cry my sadness away
✖✖_______|| How Do I Look?
______________A oddity that wears only three choice colors. He will wear nothing else, blanketing it away that it is too good for him. Skulde has a passionate side of him that based on color can more often than not directly influence his actions. He is primarily found in a long black coat that swallows all of his being underneath. He believes it to be a 'neutral' version of himself. A bit of a bi-polar as well, he can be find in white which makes him afraid of the world. It is often used as a defense mechanism since he is less likely to attack and a bit more willing to share information. Dark Blue is the most dangerous, where while a bit down in the dumps he will attack aggressivly until there is nothing left in him to execuite a perfect performance. By all standards he is a lackey and obeys orders to the best of his ability, but is prone to random crying fits. He can change the coat colors at will---and it is up to his opponent of source of interest to interpret his motives and mood wings. He has jet black hair that is short and silky-slicked. Aqua-colored eyes and is rarely caught with a smile on his face. He wears boots fit for movement and a black turtleneck underneath that matches any 'color' change. He likes to be with groups of people despite his loner look, but only if he knows them well enough to watch his back. He is a hard man to truly understand as his info at the best of times is only for his self gain...
__________|| Personality Is My True Self
______________Skulde's personality is a hit and miss. In one moment he can be content and obedient as a light switch being flicked on and off. In an instant he can also go into a fitful rage of tears and exhilarating power.he isn't a shy person and more often than not speaks his mind, even when he knows it will upset the person or group he's traveling in. he has an uncanny ability to see ones inner thoughts; guessing their facial expressions and body movements as messages only he can understand. For this reason he despises being told twice to any topic. Sad and drifting it isn't uncommon to see him talking to imaginary people for conversation. It may be more than he lets on...
__________|| I Can't Help But Like These
______________Plays. Music. Things that have sound that allows relaxation of the mind and soul are a few notorious guilty pleasures he loves. He detest the advancement of technology and has a bit of an old school love for weird things. He especially loves his record player that he gets tuned up nearly every week to keep it in prime condition. Animals hit him hard, as he will save even the lowliest life form. Probably because his familiar is a small white kitty, but it is more often than not left at his base/room/what have you. Watching the rain fall soothes him and he can stand like a statue in i for hours without moving. If interrupted during his 'release' at thsi time he may not be so forgiving.
__________|| I Really Hate These
______________Silence bothers him. People yelling at him also unsettles him. He hates the people he fights against, as if they don't die by his hands he is prone to crying fits because they didn't lose a limb or head. He hates if the job isn't done right, something about it making him again---go into a crying fit. What really grates him though, is to be called a 'crybaby' by people he doesn't know. Its alright if its his fellow alliance but if its just a random person...watch yourself...
__________|| This Is My Story
______________Ever since he was a child, Skulde had been alone. When he wasn't left to his own imagination, he attempted like many to make friends, but was always left out. This prompted crying---sadness--unimaginable despair in his heart that slowly turned his living beating heart into a frozen icicle. It is an unusual process that was undertaken as a defense mechanism to protect his emotions and true self from people. Growing up with this circumstance has led him through a life of trial and error. By becoming an emotionless 'cry baby' he has endured the hardships of his parents death, his younger brothers suicide, and did nothing but watch it blaze away into ash. For years he took to the streets for any job that needed a 'slayer' or vanquisher to his kin; thieves, murderers, he never saw a difference. Earned himself a name and offers his skills to the highest bidder. In one instance he joined an organization because of their dark intentions...no one has seen him since...
✖✖_______|| My Powers Are Unique
______________Built like a fragile piece of glass, Skulde is not fit for battle by any means. But he is excelling in that, probably because he can manipulate weather patterns to his whim (mostly during his crying fits). For that reason he can use the elements of those around him (to a degree) like lightning, rain, and snow. A strategic fighter at heart he knows when a battle is lost but will continue to fight unless physically stopped or told otherwise. His weapon of choice is a harmless fan...until he fans it out into a metal fan like blade tinted with raw diamond dust to empower it. Along his fan are jewels to signify his mood and whichever one he is in will glow, powering the fan accordingly.
__________|| Where I Stand
______________He's a bad guy. He may seem weak but he a dangerous force of evil.
✖✖_______|| Everything You Didn't Know
______________Heart is made of ice since pre-teen years.
__________|| The God I Follow
______________Jisnair
__________|| The Colour Of My Soul
______________Dark Blue
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