Post by krylanceo on Jun 5, 2011 12:54:18 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;]KRYLANCEO MARTYR`[/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;] New blood joins this earth And quickly he's subdued Through constant pained disgrace The young boy learns their rules Pack Canopus Rank Fighter Gender Male Age 2 years With time the child draws in This whipping boy done wrong Deprived of all his thoughts The young man struggles on and on he's known A vow unto his own That never from this day His will they'll take away Fur Color Pure White Eye Color Dull Gray Scars None Appearance His pure white fur shines brilliantly in the sun and often is in a messy flop in the early morning. His ears stand in an attentive stature pointing toward the sky. His face is soft and gentle though it shows authority when needed. His paws are about the size of a bears; he is a relatively large wolf. He weighs in at about 140 pounds and stands from his hind legs to a 6'0 ft. His blind eyes stare dully into the distance and often seem as though they can look through other wolfs as well. Not many notice the fact that he is blind and often it is overlooked because of how well he can navigate himself. They dedicate their lives To running all of his He tries to please then all This bitter man he is Throughout his life the same He's battled constantly This fight he cannot win Power Type Shadow Travel Power Branch Darkness Manipulation Personality Perhaps I should go..Unlike some of the other wolves in the pack Krylanceo tends to be a bit socially awkward. He often finds himself repeating the same statement if he feels his point was not made and he dislikes large crowds. If he finds himself in a tight crowd he hides in back round quietly pondering his thoughts and waits for the right moment to speak up. If he cannot find that moment he leaves the conversation all together. I’m sorry if I hurt you… Krylanceo is blunt to a fault when it comes to telling the actual truth. He would be the one to tell you that Santa doesn’t exist on your first Christmas. He isn’t this way on purpose sometimes others illogical reasoning just frustrates him to a point that he has to retaliate and more than often he regrets he even spoke. Waking the Demon… Inside Krylanceo’s mind lye two voices that he claims are constantly fighting over his decisions. Kind of like having an angel on shoulder and a demon on the other, He ignores them for the most part but sometimes you may see him flair up in a sudden anger if they overwhelm his thoughts. So far however he has never lashed out at anyone but the demon still lurks within him waiting for that last lock to give. Preferences Likes: * Long walks on the beach (Yeah I thought it would be funny) * Alone Time. * Forested areas. Dislikes: -Large Crowds -Irrational Decsions Strengths -Intelligent -Able to identify areas with smell and hearing Weaknesses -Blind -Hesitant in making moral decisions A tired man they see no longer cares The old man then prepares To die regretfully That old man here is me Family Mother—Ramila Martyr—DECEASED? Father--- Lamar Martyr---Unknown Older Brother--- Lamar II Martyr--DECEASED Regrets *Killing his father *Never being able to save his mother Secret Ambitions *Live up to his fathers expectations *Find his brother and apologize. History Born blind to a small family, Krylanceo had an immediate connection to his mother. After all they shared the same disease, both blind and both (Though he didn’t know it yet) touched by the darkness. As a young wolf Krylanceo was often left out of activities with his father and brother. Things like hunting and scouting the territory were things a blind wolf could not do. So Krylanceo was left at the den and gradually he learned to use his sense of smell and hearing to get around. This did not impress his father one bit and Krylanceo remained rejected by his father. So remained at home and he honed his skills until his father would be proud, that day would never come. In his ‘teen’ years Krylanceo discovered his shadow abilities and although his mother was completely ecstatic his father shrugged it off saying: “You’re still blind you won’t be able to use you’re to their full potential anyways, you’ll be just like your mother. I forbid you from learning how to use your powers any further.” Years later Krylanceo had learned to shadow travel several yards as long as he could imagine the setting in his head or remember its smell.(With his mothers help of course) His father grew enraged when he discovered what Krylanceo had learned behind his back and the fight began. Of course with his abilities Krylanceo’s father was no match for him, and he was pinned to the ground by his son. Krylanceo quickly realized what he was doing and released his father who lashed out at him the moment he got. In a sudden unexpected rage outburst Krylanceo lunged for his father’s throat and ripped it out. Blood dripping from his mouth Krylanceo examined the seen, his mothers face was solemn she could smell the blood but could not see which had died. Krylanceo ran, as fast as he could to the south. Weeks later Krylanceo wandered close to Canopus Territory his thoughts battered and his stomach just as badly beat up. It was in this scene that his voice’s appeared clawing symptoms from his guilt. He had done wrong, the angel said but the demon argued: You were only defending yourself one of you had to go; it was either him or you. The guilt continues to tear at Krylanceo to this very day. What I’ve felt What I’ve known Never shined through in what I’ve shown Never free Never me So i dub thee UNFORGIVEN [/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 , Scale of 9 notes , notes go here [/style] |
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