Post by *!Alomora!* on Jul 19, 2006 10:16:44 GMT -5
Name: Demon's Trade
Gender: Brujo
Side: Alliance
Rank Wanted: Undefined
Coat Color: Red Roan
Personality:
'Tis a cruel brute. He will never hesitate to hurt, much less destroy anything, or anyone. 'is pools glow with anger, rage, and hatred 'pon many, though 'e quite enjoys the prescence of fine dark brutes as 'imself, and, rarely, an intelligent minx. 'e savours the taste of blood in 'is maw, and the sound of a screaming wench. 'e will not heistate to forcebreed, yet, 'e is quite witty, and often prefers to torture using, long, treacherous mindgames, and toying with the emotions. Yes, 'tis a cruel brute.
Picture OR Physical Description:
The brujo is quite large, and muscular. 'e is in a strange, evil way, handsome, but nowhere near perfect. 'is pillars are long and strong, and 'is daggers are quite long. A few slahes 'cross 'is hawks are a mere sign of 'is childhood training. 'is orbs glow a deep mahogany, but can sometimes be seen giving off an eerie red sheen. 'is brown-red tassels hang long, banner brushing the ground, and the others hang down to 'is chest, making 'im look smaller than 'e is. 'is pelt glows a dark red roan.
History:
'e was the son of two great ones, evil and proud. 'is mother taught 'im the ways of the world, how to think, and gave 'im a mind of pure cruelty. 'is father taught 'im the great arts of killing, forcebreeding, and battle. Together, they raised a fine colt, and later a fine brute, to bring terror 'pon the world. 'e would go on to make them proud with a few treacherous murders, fights won well. Soon, 'is sire told 'im that t'was the time for 'im to go off on 'is own, to venture to a new world, claim land, and start a legacy. The goodbye was fast and easy, and so 'e left on 'is own. While walking through a darkened forest, 'e heard tell of this land. The young stag eavesdropped, listening in on a conversation, and herd tell of the great seperation, and such. So, here he ventured to join with Ishtar, to fight on 'is side to destroy the stupididty of the herd.
Gender: Brujo
Side: Alliance
Rank Wanted: Undefined
Coat Color: Red Roan
Personality:
'Tis a cruel brute. He will never hesitate to hurt, much less destroy anything, or anyone. 'is pools glow with anger, rage, and hatred 'pon many, though 'e quite enjoys the prescence of fine dark brutes as 'imself, and, rarely, an intelligent minx. 'e savours the taste of blood in 'is maw, and the sound of a screaming wench. 'e will not heistate to forcebreed, yet, 'e is quite witty, and often prefers to torture using, long, treacherous mindgames, and toying with the emotions. Yes, 'tis a cruel brute.
Picture OR Physical Description:
The brujo is quite large, and muscular. 'e is in a strange, evil way, handsome, but nowhere near perfect. 'is pillars are long and strong, and 'is daggers are quite long. A few slahes 'cross 'is hawks are a mere sign of 'is childhood training. 'is orbs glow a deep mahogany, but can sometimes be seen giving off an eerie red sheen. 'is brown-red tassels hang long, banner brushing the ground, and the others hang down to 'is chest, making 'im look smaller than 'e is. 'is pelt glows a dark red roan.
History:
'e was the son of two great ones, evil and proud. 'is mother taught 'im the ways of the world, how to think, and gave 'im a mind of pure cruelty. 'is father taught 'im the great arts of killing, forcebreeding, and battle. Together, they raised a fine colt, and later a fine brute, to bring terror 'pon the world. 'e would go on to make them proud with a few treacherous murders, fights won well. Soon, 'is sire told 'im that t'was the time for 'im to go off on 'is own, to venture to a new world, claim land, and start a legacy. The goodbye was fast and easy, and so 'e left on 'is own. While walking through a darkened forest, 'e heard tell of this land. The young stag eavesdropped, listening in on a conversation, and herd tell of the great seperation, and such. So, here he ventured to join with Ishtar, to fight on 'is side to destroy the stupididty of the herd.
