Post by Raron on Jul 21, 2009 17:43:56 GMT -5
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Player Information
Handle: Raron
Gender: Male… I think. Let me check… Yup. Male… NO YOU CAN NOT SEE!... perv.
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Other Characters here? Yes. Tarsus Ridge and Dimitri Salvadore.
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Character Information
Canon?
Character Name: Sirius Aaron Filed as A-089
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Species/Breed: one half Vampire Bat, one eighth Porcupine, three eighths Black Panther.
Current Occupation: Odyssian. Working for the council is beyond his job. It is his purpose of being.
Personality: Purpose. It is something that defines us as individuals. Some spend a lifetime searching for their purpose. Sirius gives thanks everyday that he is not like most furres. He was born and raised with a purpose in mind. He was trained and bleed and broken till he fit the image of that purpose. To lead, to follow, to die, to kill. Hesitation is the mark of a weakling and he will not be seen as weak before the most beloved council. His gods and goddesses. Those most high. Those that raised him from the gutters and gave him and his brethren meaning. Glory to them and their highest. To him his reason for existing is to serve the council in all ways. Everything he does, every word he speaks, every action he takes, every step forward is a reflection upon what they did to him. Their plan will raise the other furres up. They will be under the firm, caring grip of the council for the rest of their lives. He gives thanks for that. He gives thanks for his brothers and sisters who occupy a spot in his loyalty over which is only the council. Because of his brothers and sisters the mission. The PURPOSE! Will be fulfilled!
But… but he can not help but wonder. In the dark of the night when most is quiet… what if. What if the council is wrong. What if they are wrong… what if?
Appearance: Dark, Grim, determined. Sometimes form follows function. He stands about six feet tall. He is not one of the tallest of the Odyssians, he is not one of the shortest. He is about average but that works out for him. Without a close look he blends in fairly well. People don’t tend to look at him too closely and with his PURPOSE that suits him very well.
His features resemble his feline predecessors. Smooth sleek features, jutting canine teeth. A look of calm that is five seconds from unleashing hell. He mouth is usually parted in a grin. A happy self satisfied grin. A pleasant grin… but someone looking into his glowing bright red eyes will notice something beyond the glow. Something dangerous. The burning fury of the zealot burns in his eyes. The sheer conviction that everything he does is right. Is proper. Is what should be done.
His ears are more pointed, larger then a pure panther would have. The ridges on the inside of the ear which direct sound only visible at close range. These channel sound much better then a pure feline breed.
His nose has a small flap of skin going upwards from the top of it, giving the nose a slightly upturned look.
The top of his head, the side where his whiskers are, the back of his neck going down to his rear end, and the back of his limbs, all have occasional needles poking out through the fur, barely extending from them. These, his fangs, and his claws all have on thing in common besides their pointed nature. Each secretes a powerful anticoagulant. This was the result of the experimentations by the scientists of the council. They took the natural anticoagulant his saliva contains and rerouted it to various parts of his body. This makes strikes from his pointier parts all the more deadly.
His form is sleek and slender despite the black bat wings springing from his back.
Usually he wears gray cloths to downplay his unusual look. A gray suit his most common look.
Background: To understand someone it helps to understand them as a child. What a child sees, and thinks, and feels. What a child knows.
What Sirius knew was that once upon a time there was a woman. She took care of a young Sirius. She did not like him very much at times and would scream at him often. She liked him a lot and would hold him in her arms and tell him she was sorry. She was good. She was mean. She was both and everything he knew. He never left the room she had him in. She would feed him. She would care for him. She was all he knew. She was all there was. One day that changed. The door to his room flew open. Sirius flinched thinking it was the woman who was bad again but he was surprised. It was not the woman. It was not her at all. It was two beings he had never seen. They did not wear skirts they wore cloths that covered all their legs. They did not wear shirts they wore jacketed with white shirts under them and black things hanging from the collar of them. Behind them he heard her. He heard the woman screaming. He heard her yelling. He heard her voice getting softer and softer as the new beings approached. They did not yell. They did not scream. They paid no attention to the woman. They just picked him up and wrapped him in blankets. They told him things would be better now. He believed them. As the warmth came so did a small pain in his arm. A quick stab. He looked around confused. Hoping there would not be more. The two beings told him it would be alright. He believed them. He felt the darkness come. When it came… it was still alright.
In time Sirius began to understand the world better. Who he was. His place in it. What the number tattooed on him meant. What it meant for the city. He was taught about the city. It’s flow and streams. He was taught about the world. He was taught the PURPOSE. He was taught terms that he had never understood. Brother. Sister. Mother. Father. He took the terms and made them his own. Mother and Father he kept those to his own. Never spook them aloud but thought them. His brothers and sisters were his fellows and it hurt him. It hurt him so that one by one they fell. Sick, cancer, weakness. So many died but he was told that it was all part of the PURPOSE. That was all the reason he needed. That was all the motivation he needed to try harder. To refuse to let himself fall. In time he received his name. He now has his instructions. The PURPOSE has started, all is right.
Password? Here I am. ROCK ME LIKE A HURRICANE!
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You might as well have just said "Worships the council. Loves his brothers and sisters." Really! Not much to go off of I still love you though 