Post by » vioxx on May 22, 2011 9:50:35 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #111111;,true][cs=2][style=background-image: url('http://i56.tinypic.com/2aaa4om.jpg'); width: 620px; height: 300px; border: #fff 0px;] [/style][style=font-family: times; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 30px; color: #444444;]HANNIBAL LECTER `[/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align:justify; width: 620px; line-height: 8px; color: #333333;]GIVE ME A SHOT TO REMEMBER & YOU CAN TAKE ALL THE PAIN AWAY FROM ME A KISS AND I WILL SURRENDER THE SHARPEST LIVES ARE THE DEADLIEST TO LEAD - - - - [/style] | |
[atrb=width,440][style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #191919 1px solid; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 450px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #000000; color:#423c42;] THERE'S A PLACE IN THE DARK WHERE THE ANIMALS GO Pack n/a Rank Vagabond Gender Male Age 4 years YOU CAN TAKE OFF YOUR SKIN IN THE CANNIBAL GLOW Fur Color Black Eye Color Pink Scars Many, though they are hidden under his fur. Appearance Long, nimble black limbs reach forth rhythmically to carry a thinly carved frame of muscle and bone. Silken, supple tendrils of ebony blanket Hannibal's slim figure. Ivory paints itself upon his throat, inner ears, and tail tip, dancing blissfully through threads of onyx. Stark, hollow pits of a light shade of pink stare emptily at the landscape around them, void of any sign of life. Dainty paws traverse the earth's crust, the pads below deteriorating from the erosive soil. Tall, bat-like ears taper into a round, pivoting atop Hannibal's dome. His cranium slopes gently into a narrow muzzle tipped with a moist black nose. JULIET LOVES THE BEAT & THE LUST IT COMMANDS Power Type Pyromanipulation Power Branch Elemental Preferences blood; darkness; warm weather | swimming; authority; adolescents Strengths/Weaknesses smooth-talker; loyal; brave | seduction; blood baths; schizophrenia Personality Hannibal isn't far from morbid, ominous or psychotic. Blood is his favorite thing, whether he's talking about it or preening it through his satin fur. He has a thick lust for killing and he does it as if it were the last thing he were to do; Hannibal kills like it's the end of the world. He often roams around with a disgusted look about his mug, keeping away from company. He loathes the presence of others; Hannibal would do anything to find solitude. However, he's not constantly an angst-filled freak. The male can be friendly, if you catch him in his odd mood swings. Happiness rarely follows him, shrouding his mind in a hazy cloud of good feelings and all the bright things that accompany happiness. He often falls into this category when he finds himself head-over-heels for someone, though this usually doesn't happen considering he puts up a very hard front to climb over. Though he can usually be found in an aura of darkness and evil, he isn't always in the mood to kill. Hannibal can be severely lazy and as a result he is often disobedient and he comes off as incoherent. But this is not to say that he isn't intelligent. He will often do whatever it takes to get his way, whether that means manipulating someone or shedding a bit of blood; either way he won't pay any heed. DROP THE DAGGER AND LATHER THE BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS, ROMEO Family Lucifer - father - deceased Morticia - mother - deceased Ghoul - sister - unknown Jigsaw - brother - unknown Carnage - brother - unknown Regrets None at all, my dear. Secret Ambitions To stop being such a nympho. History The last time I saw my family ... well, the memory is vague and hazy, and I'm not going to be obliged to report the entire story, especially to the likes of you. However, I will inform you of what I clearly remember ... as well as the things I don't. We'll start with my mother, simply because her story is my favorite, even though I don't quite remember all of it. I also think this story should come first, considering my father left long before this happened. It was a lovely afternoon; I say that sarcastically because the sun seemed to incinerate anything that happened to pass through it's rays. The atmosphere was scorching, and I remember this because the scent of mother's decaying body a few days later is still imprinted deep within the most lurid depths of my lunacy-filled mind. Yes, her decaying body. It had started as a quiet morning. Mother and I hadn't been talking for days. She'd pissed me off to the point where I'd wanted nothing more than to tear out her innards. The loathing boiled relentlessly beneath my flesh, singing the last layer with a hatred so strong that it could disembowel an entire army. The groggy heat made me lazy and tired, so all I really wanted to do was be alone to nap. And she couldn't even provide me with solitude. She'd already banished Jigsaw and Carnage for disobeying her when she told them to report anything they found on their patrol. They hadn't listened, of course, keeping the story about a dead pack member between themselves. Mother bickered and moped, whined and growled all day until I'd finally had enough of her harassing babble. I yelled at her for a good ten minutes at least, I remember that. That's when everything went black. I remember waking to the strong, metallic smell of blood. It was everywhere. Splattered on the leaves and brush around me, smeared in wide trails along the ground, it looked like someone had murdered everyone in the area. The sight caused an intensified feeling of satisfaction deep within me. ... Yes, I would consider myself disturbed. Jigsaw and Carnage returned to me, only to flee after an unsuccessful attempt to tell me that it was I who had taken mother's life. I ventured forth to set sights on her body. It was mutilated. After that, I left Jigsaw, Carnage and our sister Ghoul to fend for themselves. I'm not sure what they did with the rest of the pack, for I never stayed long enough to find out. I'm not even sure whether or not the entirety of our ranks know what happened to our dearest alphess. I think a monster erupted and tore her to pieces. Anything else about my history is fairly vague and lacks details, apart from how I ended up where I am now after traveling for quite a long, abrasive time. The loneliness still eats away at my very soul. 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[cs=2] A LIGHT TO BURN ALL THE EMPIRES SO BRIGHT THE SUN IS ASHAMED TO RISE AND BE IN LOVE WITH ALL OF THESE VAMPIRES SO YOU CAN LEAVE LIKE THE SANE ABANDONED ME | |
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