Post by Sendiri™ on Apr 18, 2007 18:44:32 GMT -5
Character’s name: Malchior
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Alliance: Darks
Desired Position: Private
Personality:
Malchior is a charmer, no doubt. He would easily trick anyone into anything to his own advantage. He's never cared about anyone else, except for getting what he wants. He'll use others to his advantage with his smart talk. His voice is very attractive too, and he uses that.
Malchior is VERY smart though. How else would he know how to trick someone? He's a cheat.
He's read scripts, books, profecies, spells and curses. How? This here, that would be his secret.
Appearance:
He's got dark black eyes, showing through a fluffy snowy white coat. It looks like two polished stones in a pile of cotton. These eyes hold darkness, but in an odd way are very warm. He resembles Aspen, almost twin-like. Under his eyes are small markings, three little lines, uniquely placed.
History:
If I told you, you wouldn't believe me! No really I can't tell you this one. It would give away his secret. Though he does have an alibi for when some one asks his story. He simply replies with his made up sob story that he thought up cleverly. It's obviously not true, but truth is something not to be found with him. Then again, half of this story COULD be true.
I was born a healthy kit, warm fuzzy ball of cotton with my ten other brothers and sisters. We grew really fast. Did we ever. My sisters got on my nerves and my brothers weren't interested in me. I was more...instantly mature. I loved to read and write, and work with magic that could or could not perhaps work.
I was an outcast honestly but I perferred to be alone. I didn't need them and they didn't need me. Sometimes I'd show my mother my pieces of magic tricks that I've taught myself. Magic tricks and flukes is what they called them. I believe them to be spells and curses, and dark magic.
Misunderstood I was, but I moved along. My mother was a buzy vixen so I left her alone. My father was always out hunting. That was fine. I was too much...on the weird side for him anyway. He took the other boys out hunting instead. I wasn't interested in killing. Yeah, I'm an uh....a vegetarian. Whatever. I'm not interested. Though my mother started taking the girls out and one day I was left home alone. Oh dear god! I FREAKED.
Long story after that...I just sort of grew and came to be who I am today. Not much interesting about me.
So is his story a fake or is it simply cut short?
Picture: Hold on. I'm working on it.
I hope it turns out right.
IC:
You know me. If not, go anywhere on this site and your sure to find great examples of how I roleplay. Still active to this day!
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Alliance: Darks
Desired Position: Private
Personality:
Malchior is a charmer, no doubt. He would easily trick anyone into anything to his own advantage. He's never cared about anyone else, except for getting what he wants. He'll use others to his advantage with his smart talk. His voice is very attractive too, and he uses that.
Malchior is VERY smart though. How else would he know how to trick someone? He's a cheat.
He's read scripts, books, profecies, spells and curses. How? This here, that would be his secret.
Appearance:
He's got dark black eyes, showing through a fluffy snowy white coat. It looks like two polished stones in a pile of cotton. These eyes hold darkness, but in an odd way are very warm. He resembles Aspen, almost twin-like. Under his eyes are small markings, three little lines, uniquely placed.
History:
If I told you, you wouldn't believe me! No really I can't tell you this one. It would give away his secret. Though he does have an alibi for when some one asks his story. He simply replies with his made up sob story that he thought up cleverly. It's obviously not true, but truth is something not to be found with him. Then again, half of this story COULD be true.
I was born a healthy kit, warm fuzzy ball of cotton with my ten other brothers and sisters. We grew really fast. Did we ever. My sisters got on my nerves and my brothers weren't interested in me. I was more...instantly mature. I loved to read and write, and work with magic that could or could not perhaps work.
I was an outcast honestly but I perferred to be alone. I didn't need them and they didn't need me. Sometimes I'd show my mother my pieces of magic tricks that I've taught myself. Magic tricks and flukes is what they called them. I believe them to be spells and curses, and dark magic.
Misunderstood I was, but I moved along. My mother was a buzy vixen so I left her alone. My father was always out hunting. That was fine. I was too much...on the weird side for him anyway. He took the other boys out hunting instead. I wasn't interested in killing. Yeah, I'm an uh....a vegetarian. Whatever. I'm not interested. Though my mother started taking the girls out and one day I was left home alone. Oh dear god! I FREAKED.
Long story after that...I just sort of grew and came to be who I am today. Not much interesting about me.
So is his story a fake or is it simply cut short?
Picture: Hold on. I'm working on it.
I hope it turns out right.IC:
You know me. If not, go anywhere on this site and your sure to find great examples of how I roleplay. Still active to this day!
