Post by Ilyich on May 31, 2011 13:00:23 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true] [cs=2][style=background-image: url('http://i1027.photobucket.com/albums/y334/IlyichCenin/vice.png'); width: 400px; height: 200px; border: #fff 1px dashed;] [/style][style=font-family: times; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 30px; color: #eef4f0;]& Vice `[/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align:justify; width: 620px; line-height: 8px; color: #d2c9c6;]WE AINT EVER GONNA WIN BUT IT DON'T MEAN WE CAN'T TRY IT'S A LOSING BATTLE ALL THE WAY BUT IT'S WORTH THE CRY - - - - [/style] | |
| [atrb=width,440][style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 450px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #eaf0ec; color:#423c42;] AINT NO ROSES TO SEND ME TO THE MORGUE Pack Loner Rank None Gender Female Age 3 years 5 months MAYBE DEAR YOUR COLORS DON'T SHOW Fur Color white Eye Color Green-blue Scars (3) One curves up from under her right jowl near her nose and stops before it reaches the bridge of the muzzle. The second curves directly underneath her jaw, starting on the right and branching into a straight line under the jaw and a curve down her throat. The third is a gentle curve along her chest at the shoulder Appearance Thin and ragged the girl looks ready to collapse at any moment. Her muscles are weak looking and are only useful for speed, though the stamina held in them is shocking. The white tattered pelt hanging along her body is ill kept and tends to stick up at awkward angels. The white is more often then not coated in dirt or dust. She is pretty under the layers of ugly. Her face is round and warm if you know how to look. The aqua spheres held in it's cradle glow with intelligence no matter the expression on the rock hard muzzle. AND YET IT ISN'T A SIN TO KILL THOSE YOU LOVE Power Type Animation Power Branch bring dead things to a semi-living state and control them Personality Im just one of those ghosts. The girl has become a husk. She is blatantly hurt and cares little about herself. Forced into the world of the silenced the woman has adapted in twisted ways. Voices, quiet whispering voices. They talk to her, and she talks back. She can talk back. Her entire soul is rested in the hands of the voices, and they rip her apart. Their not very kind at all. Vice finds herself in a more horrendous spot then before. Not that the voices listen to her. She cant be angry with them, they may leave. They can't leave their all she has. Some things you cant see until it gets too late Vice is obsessed with people. She wants their recognition. Their love. And yet she hates them all. Everyone is an enemy until proven otherwise. Distant and icy she greets others with offense instantly. Secretly she cries out for them, but her voice has been stolen. She has no way to cry out now. So she will cry internally. Their all monsters that will torment her until the day she dies. Their all cruel evil beasts. But she wants them to love her. She wants them to make her happy, she wants to make them happy. But she cant trust a single one of them. The dead can't testify Her hurts all condense into her obsession with others. She is a slave girl to those few that gain her trust. It will never be broken, no matter the actions taken against her. She loves them, and she wont let them go. She loves them so they love her back too right? Right? This servile attitude is broken in other circumstances however. When it comes to her gift the woman basks in dominance, power, with eagerness. It is the only form of control she has, and she grasps at it with a fever. Preferences Likes-- x . Happiness x . Awareness x . Cemeteries x . Fall - the season x . Music (howls / bird song/ ect) Dislikes-- x . Silence x . Most people x . Mopey characters x . Arrogance x . Single mindedness Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths-- x . Wiry Humor x . Loyal to the bone x . Fast x . Agile x . Diligent Weaknesses-- x . Mute x . Paranoid x . Hurt x . Weak physically x . Twisted mentally HOW IS THERE A PAST IF NO ONE REMEMBERS NO MORE Family Garrot, Marrow and Babylon } siblings Klee and Jason } parents Regrets Getting caught. Letting them punish her. Secret Ambitions Saving a lost one. History A traitor must be punished. Must be silenced and flung from the world of the living. Not killed simply pressed aside. Killing her would be inhumane. Days of these talks corrupted her ears as they held her. At the age of two she had been found to be plotting against her alpha. Plotting to murder him. Destroy him. He the tyrannical king of his domain. Women meant nothing, and she had grown sick of it. They tore out her throat for it. In a day long ritual they silenced her, dropped her into a black abyss from which she would never escape. A full day's worth of torture. Pain became constant, and soon nothing. Numb sick and suddenly mute the girl was flung into the wild. Little hope remained. Little anything remained. Over the next year and a half the woman slowly fell into insanity. Having no way to communicate with anything she fell into hate. Her rebel spirit had been broken and a black creature rose from the ashes. She found her power in those dark times, tipping and toying with dead things. Such amusing things the dead. Semi-living zombies became a game for her. In her young age she has already acquired a good deal of her gift, though the finer edges allude her. LISTEN HIGH LISTEN LOW IF YOU'RE A GENIE LET IT SHOW BUT WISHES AINT WITH US NO MORE JUST ANOTHER URBAN LEGEND WE'LL NEVER EVER KNOW [/style] | [atrb=width,140][style=margin-top: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 140px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #eaf0ec; color:#423c42; text-align:center;] status , done~ amazingness , 5 notes , "The dead can't testify" [/style] |
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