Post by dargan on Jul 13, 2009 22:01:04 GMT -5
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Player Information
Handle: DIW or Dark Ice Wolf
Gender: Male
Contact Information Durr, you know this Badfaith
Other Characters here? Dargan Loiale - Vice Raeberk
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Character Information
Canon? No
Character Name: Samael Dresden. Filed as D-189
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Species/Breed: Lion / Snow Leopard
Current Occupation: Odyssian
Personality: You might say that he's a blood thirsty killer, and you wouldn't be far from wrong. He's a danger to everyone, and everything currently living, but he does have feelings. He's been trained in hand to hand combat, weapons combat, spy work, stealth missions, and even dabbled a little in girl chasing... Say what now?
He gets angry very easily, and is thrown off into fits of uncontrollable rage, brought on by some of the drugs that he is given on a daily basis. Sam gets a real kick out of watching someone bleed, much to the dismay of a few of the scientists who raised him.
As far as instincts, he's got extremely good hearing and excellent sight, even in pitch black darkness. He can pick out a scream or yell from over three miles away, even over the bustling noise of the city. His sense of smell is something to be admired by any canine, being able to pick up scents that may have been left weeks ago, and can scent even the tiniest amount of blood within a mile radius.
Having such good senses can sometimes lead to irritability around strong scents, loud sounds, and even bright lights.
Appearance: He stands at just over seven feet tall, and weighs around 300 lbs, and hardly any of it is fat. He's packed full of muscle. A tawny tan fur covers most of his body, fading into a lighter shade of gray around his spine, where snow leopard spots can be seen, though faded quite a bit. A long lion mane surrounds his face and grows out from his neck and down his chest in dark waves. The top of which, near his cheeks and forehead, have gray tips, making him look much older than he is.
Piercing green eyes stare out in anger at the world around him, glowing an eery toxic color. A long scar stretches across his nose from where he was hit with a glass vial when he was younger, by a scientist who was trying to protect himself from the violent mix breed.
His clothing consists of a black t-shirt, matching black pants, that are slightly baggy, and tucked into leather boots that strap around his feet and lower legs, but allow his foot pads to touch the ground, rather than being covered. Over this, he wears a long trench coat, the sleeves have been ripped off, and tattered green liner is visible. His arms are wrapped in green cloth, presumably helping to cover more scars.
Of coarse he's got the normal foot tattoo that all Odyssians have, reading D-189.
Sam's body is somewhat deformed from the drugs he was given, and the genetic alterations he'd undergone before birth to his surrogate mother. These mutations allow him to contort his body in ways that enable him to run on all fours for short periods of time. This ability lets him run faster, jump higher, and longer distances, and hide in places that seem altogether to small for someone of his size.
Image == d.furaffinity.net/art/darkicewolf/1247476083.darkicewolf_samael_dresden.png
Background: Born to a woman prisoner, who was artificially inseminated with a genetically altered embryo. He was immediately taken away, and raised to childhood by scientists and other members of the council. He was force-fed drugs, and given shots of what the scientists called medicine. They'd told him he was ill, so he obeyed them, allowing them to do what they needed to do. The drugs made him deathly ill, but before long he'd become used to them... Along with having a few attitude altering side-effects.
Sam had become violent, and enjoined watching his playmates squirm in his grasp, even going so far as to kill one of them. At that point they took away his privileges, and locked him away.
Of coarse he was still fed, and taught, and put through training, but the council had learned that they couldn't trust him.
Samael has lived this way for a very long time, and thus has become rather anti-social.
Even so, how can someone be anti-social and proud? I don't think anyone understands him well enough to know. The man struts his stuff, and flirts with hot females, when he's not ripping someone's face off.
Password? hurricane
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