Post by Ilyich on May 28, 2011 15:46:49 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://i.imgur.com/9Cxxb.png'); width: 620px; height: 300px; border: #fff 1px dashed;] [/style][style=font-family: times; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 30px; color: #eef4f0;]& Montenegro `[/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 Martyr Rank Fighter Gender Male Age 3 years MAYBE DEAR YOUR COLORS DON'T SHOW Fur Color Mixture of golden brown and tawny Eye Color Sharp green Scars Long scratches along back hind legs Appearance Tall and wiry the boy isn't exactly powerful. He is however obviously athletic. His power comes from the speed imbued in long tough legs. Look closely at the glint in those hard green eyes. Those lime gems are the gateway to the soul and the glow with noble intention. He seems to be the man trying and failing to fade into the background. Its rather hard to hide such warm rippling colors. Browns fade to golden tawny and brighten into gold in a constant convergence of glory around his body. I gives the man a beauty that can not be held by someone with such a harsh edge. The constant set to him, the stiffness, gives him the appearance of a military man wrapped in an emperor's cloak. AND YET IT ISN'T A SIN TO KILL THOSE YOU LOVE Power Type Illusion Power Branch Create illusions Personality On the outside I'm a fighter Soldier with a rock-hard exterior, the man plays at military man and dose it well. His face is stoic and held at a careful level of emotionless. He flinches away from emotional situations and can not be trusted to handle such things well. He belongs in the field, waling moving fighting working. Anything to keep his mind preoccupied. Montenegro is the boy no one knows, not well at least. He keeps himself well removed, its better that way. No one can poke a hole in the iron curtain he has flung across those golden shoulders. He is the silent soldier boy with nothing to say and little to give besides his body. Its how he was raised. On the inside I'm the victim Unsure of himself and rather iffy about any decision he makes the boy tends to be very awkward in most situations. His mind is a constant vicious circle. Doubt and anger in every key. He is wrong, always wrong he had been told that from the day he was born. It is so. His father was a man who pounded his uselessness into him from day one. It only got worse when he tried to come out. His attraction towards the same gender is a thing he himself is terrified of. He lavishes women because of it. Its an almost fearful attention. In my mind I'm a slave He cares about himself in the way everyone dose, he questions his hate towards himself but never risks actually plucking at it. he thinks of himself as a coward. He was a coward. He would never forgive himself. Never. Every mistake he makes drives a nail into his brain that slowly gets drug farther in. Every hurt turned inward with the simple question of 'what did I do? How can I make it better?'. Everything is his fault. Always. Anger is faced inwardly, and on rare occasions when he dose snap the boy flings his hate in a burst of rage at anything within hurting distance. In the end its always him, and he will go off and shudder in some hidden corner and refuse to come out until the shell has been fixed. In your eyes I'm a lost soldier When pressed to respond the boy tends to become resentful and spiteful. Given time he may come around to admitting emotion, but that can be difficult. He hates being cornered about his feelings. Emotion is something he tries so hard to pretend he doesn't have that he flinches and whines away from it whenever it is brought up. The man can become violent depending on the situation. Preferences Likes-- * Acceptance * Work * His gift Dislikes-- * Regret * Hardheadedness * Emotional Situations Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths-- * Devoted * Quietly loyal * Militaristic in duty Weakness-- * No trust in self * Little social ability * Stand offish HOW IS THERE A PAST IF NO ONE REMEMBERS NO MORE Family Valaree; Mother // Fallon; Father // Tagore, Jasper; Siblings Regrets Cowardice. Inability to control emotions. Homosexuality Secret Ambitions Pull off a duty so large no one will be able to deny his usefulness History Born to a small pack to the south the boy started off in a bad spot. His father had always been extremely strict, and so loved rubbing everything in his children's noses. He blamed them for ever mishap, and their mother did nothing, her own heart long ago hardened by the man. The three pups curled upon one another for support, when the weakest, Jasper, died in a rather harsh famine during their sixth month they sobbed over it. And where punished for that. Clinging to his remaining brother's side Monti slowly began to find himself under the harsh ravings of his father. The boys found small pieces of their hearts, and with them anger. or at least Tagore did. Montenegro found self-hatred. They fought often but still hovered near one another to scared to leave the sibling that had protected their back for so long. In the end Tagore got into a war with their father and was removed from the small family pack. Left alone under his father's thumb the boy became a shell. At the age of two he found himself in a position he never wanted to go near. Finding his sexuality buried under the layers of fear the boy very weakly came out to his mother, who in turn told on him. The man was shoved into the dirt and sneered at for almost a year before in one furious rampage Monti lashed out and ran away. Now wandering around the higher pack lands he has found Martyr and in a daze has joined up. What else is he suppose to do? There is no way he could survive on his own. 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 , "Go ahead and burn it down" [/style] |
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