Post by malignaberration on Feb 10, 2013 8:57:12 GMT -5
Name: Valdis Makara -- though he prefers the alias Addanc simply by the whim that he trusts barely a small handful with his true name.
Title: The Grand Highblood
Blood Color: The only noblest of indigo.
Age: His age is currently unknown; rumour has it he could have already passed his one hundredth solar sweep but none are completely certain.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: He is the leader of the Subjugglators. He also serves as the high-priest for the wicked religion.
Appearance: He is a rather daunting character all together, his appearance is only an added fortunate bonus in his favour. Valdis' hair is almost unbelievably long and wild, unruly curls poking out of his mane anyway they please. The horns that jut up from his forehead are long and twisted, an enlarged form of the other two of his caste. He is rather generously tall and towers over any who dare impose. His garb isn't too complicated, the only colours usually being the herald of his blood, black, and the more then occasional blood splatter of human and troll alike. Though, minded, he is usually seen lacking any upper body clothing and only his polka dotted pants. One would think that his visible body is covered in greasepaint, which it appears to be, but they are actually the combination of his original paint-design tattooed onto his body and long forgotten battle wounds that add to the unnerving appeal about him. A more prominent feature are the two scars ebbing from the side of his mouth and curled upwards to his high cheekbones. Other then that, he is known to wear a good amount of beads and religious bands and even a rosary (with an indigo jewel instead of a cross mind you kindly) around his neck. Age-wise, he looks no older then thirteen sweeps, fourteen at most.
Personality: Valdis is a man of any secrets and unspoken words. Over his many sweeps, he as grown.. fidgety, per say. Very anxious and shifty-eyed, he rarely leaves the sanctuary of his throne-room because of this. He is a mess of nerves and ticks that could faultlessly pounce upon any of which who triggers these to surface. He has little hesitance on the matter. Though he has found mild tranquility in smoking a secret blend of herbs in which it's contents is left to the imagination. In this state, he is rather brassy and just as dangerous as before. Though now he is less likely to attack and 'calm' enough to plan out his actions before striking.
Weapon/Strifekind: Clubkind; usually a large spiked club that he bothers not to it's cleanliness, keeping the bloody constants on there as battle markers. When he sees fit however, he will use his gift of chucklevoodoos. This is rare however, he is fond of the feeling of blood on his hands.
History: (I'm lazy.)
Roleplay Sample: This is from an old, old RP I did with Tini, Love for Hate, and I thought it would only be fit to post that:
The massive troll looked down at the hand when he felt it clench into a fist, watching the candy red dribble down onto the floor at an alarming rate.
My paint, he thought as he squeezed the wrist all the tighter. Assured it wasn't tight enough to break the fickle bone that lay underneath the skin, it was still tight enough to give the other a harsh warning. The indigoblood leaned down while still gripping the wrist and used his first two fingers to scoop up the blood carefully. He stood back up to his full height and continued doodling the bloody heart on the wall. It was the perfect colour, this unnaturally bright shade of red, just. Simply. Perfect.
This Subjugglator seemed totally indulged in his little painting, his usually half-lidded eyes growing a bit brighter and wider as the seconds progressed..
He had watched the now large heart take form slowly as he continued to drag his fingers across the wall slowly. He had to, every once and awhile, reach back to get some of his paint. He even shamelessly jabbed the hand with his claw-like fingernails just to draw more blood whenever his supply began to run low. Eventually, he had finished and slowly pulled his hand back and sat it comfortably at his own side. The heart was a sight to behold indeed. Large, red and dripping. Little threads of red drizzled down from the heart and mixed with the rest of the blood that was splattered amongst itself on the wall, but that just made it all the more perfect.
The Grand Highblood looked proud of himself, a little boastful even. He had just created the perfect heart with the perfect shade of blood. That's when realization hit him like a bag of bricks. He would need to use this colour again, it had to cover his walls. This red was so foreign, so vibrant. The hemo-artist knew that it would eventually bland out into a simple maroon, but he wished to enjoy it while it lasted.
“WELL,” he began, turning his gaze back to the mutant of interest. “What do you think?”
((That's an olddddd RP, I am a little better now but lazy. Oh so lazy.))
Player Information:
Nickname(s): Mira is most likely what I'm going to be called here. So I am Mira, hear me roar.
Cbox handle: malignaberration!
How long have you been Writing/Roleplaying?: Two years, almost three.
(I feel so young but like.. I'm still in middle school so like.. sorry if I'm suck-ish so like.. like like like.. yeah.) I started RPing when I was in grade 6, and I'm in my second semester of grade 8 so that's the time between how long I've been RPing.
.. hear me roar.
Title: The Grand Highblood
Blood Color: The only noblest of indigo.
Age: His age is currently unknown; rumour has it he could have already passed his one hundredth solar sweep but none are completely certain.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: He is the leader of the Subjugglators. He also serves as the high-priest for the wicked religion.
Appearance: He is a rather daunting character all together, his appearance is only an added fortunate bonus in his favour. Valdis' hair is almost unbelievably long and wild, unruly curls poking out of his mane anyway they please. The horns that jut up from his forehead are long and twisted, an enlarged form of the other two of his caste. He is rather generously tall and towers over any who dare impose. His garb isn't too complicated, the only colours usually being the herald of his blood, black, and the more then occasional blood splatter of human and troll alike. Though, minded, he is usually seen lacking any upper body clothing and only his polka dotted pants. One would think that his visible body is covered in greasepaint, which it appears to be, but they are actually the combination of his original paint-design tattooed onto his body and long forgotten battle wounds that add to the unnerving appeal about him. A more prominent feature are the two scars ebbing from the side of his mouth and curled upwards to his high cheekbones. Other then that, he is known to wear a good amount of beads and religious bands and even a rosary (with an indigo jewel instead of a cross mind you kindly) around his neck. Age-wise, he looks no older then thirteen sweeps, fourteen at most.
Personality: Valdis is a man of any secrets and unspoken words. Over his many sweeps, he as grown.. fidgety, per say. Very anxious and shifty-eyed, he rarely leaves the sanctuary of his throne-room because of this. He is a mess of nerves and ticks that could faultlessly pounce upon any of which who triggers these to surface. He has little hesitance on the matter. Though he has found mild tranquility in smoking a secret blend of herbs in which it's contents is left to the imagination. In this state, he is rather brassy and just as dangerous as before. Though now he is less likely to attack and 'calm' enough to plan out his actions before striking.
Weapon/Strifekind: Clubkind; usually a large spiked club that he bothers not to it's cleanliness, keeping the bloody constants on there as battle markers. When he sees fit however, he will use his gift of chucklevoodoos. This is rare however, he is fond of the feeling of blood on his hands.
History: (I'm lazy.)
Roleplay Sample: This is from an old, old RP I did with Tini, Love for Hate, and I thought it would only be fit to post that:
The massive troll looked down at the hand when he felt it clench into a fist, watching the candy red dribble down onto the floor at an alarming rate.
My paint, he thought as he squeezed the wrist all the tighter. Assured it wasn't tight enough to break the fickle bone that lay underneath the skin, it was still tight enough to give the other a harsh warning. The indigoblood leaned down while still gripping the wrist and used his first two fingers to scoop up the blood carefully. He stood back up to his full height and continued doodling the bloody heart on the wall. It was the perfect colour, this unnaturally bright shade of red, just. Simply. Perfect.
This Subjugglator seemed totally indulged in his little painting, his usually half-lidded eyes growing a bit brighter and wider as the seconds progressed..
He had watched the now large heart take form slowly as he continued to drag his fingers across the wall slowly. He had to, every once and awhile, reach back to get some of his paint. He even shamelessly jabbed the hand with his claw-like fingernails just to draw more blood whenever his supply began to run low. Eventually, he had finished and slowly pulled his hand back and sat it comfortably at his own side. The heart was a sight to behold indeed. Large, red and dripping. Little threads of red drizzled down from the heart and mixed with the rest of the blood that was splattered amongst itself on the wall, but that just made it all the more perfect.
The Grand Highblood looked proud of himself, a little boastful even. He had just created the perfect heart with the perfect shade of blood. That's when realization hit him like a bag of bricks. He would need to use this colour again, it had to cover his walls. This red was so foreign, so vibrant. The hemo-artist knew that it would eventually bland out into a simple maroon, but he wished to enjoy it while it lasted.
“WELL,” he began, turning his gaze back to the mutant of interest. “What do you think?”
((That's an olddddd RP, I am a little better now but lazy. Oh so lazy.))
Player Information:
Nickname(s): Mira is most likely what I'm going to be called here. So I am Mira, hear me roar.
Cbox handle: malignaberration!
How long have you been Writing/Roleplaying?: Two years, almost three.
(I feel so young but like.. I'm still in middle school so like.. sorry if I'm suck-ish so like.. like like like.. yeah.) I started RPing when I was in grade 6, and I'm in my second semester of grade 8 so that's the time between how long I've been RPing... hear me roar.