Post by Sunny on Jul 30, 2006 10:43:12 GMT -5
Name: Tristan
Gender: Male
Power: He can control everything to do with darkness, half-demon and half-angel
Age: between sixteen to eighteen...but no one is for sure how old he is.
Personality: Tristan is a fighter, he can't stand others being stronger then himself. He is excellent with a sword, He hates really making friends and is very sarcastic to anyone. He thinks he is always right, and never backs down from a challenge. He always has a scowl on his face, and always crosses his arms over his chest when he is mad or thinking. But he is quite handsome when he wants to be. He can be charming and calm. He is a bad boy with the style and attitude of one. He would rather watch by the side-lines then partipate. His linege and history aren't something he is proud of.
General Appearance: Like the picture he wears that, he has black hair with golden eyes, and a patch over his right one. He wears big boots and has large bat wings with a sixteen foot wing span. He has lithe strong muscles, he about six foot. He has scars that line his body, from whip lashes his demon father gave him. He has one tatoo, on his right back shoudler blade, it's small barely noticeable. It's of an angel curled over like it is in pain or sad. He carries his sword with him everywhere. He always wears black. He has a black coat that he wears even in hot weather.
Pic: the one on the bottom
History: Tristan's history is sort of like Kahlen's....I can't go into it just yet. but it is good
Pet: Jas, a golden panther
Rping Sample: Tristan landed gracefully on the hard ground. He glanced over his shoulder at his only friend Jas. Who was prowling in the shadows near him. His one eye twinkling he turned his tall strong body to the ancient trees that lined the forest. His boots crushing the fallen leaves and pine needles that littered the forest floor. He heard Jas pad quietly behind him. He felt secure with her at his back. He stopped just near the entrance to the clearing, bending down he picked up a clump of dirt and lifted it to his nose. Jas sat beside him on his right, his blind side. She was his right eye.
They past this way, my dear
He silently told Jas, his voice strong and sure, who was quietly licking her front paw unerved by what they were hunting. She gave a purr and started to pad away from him. He gave a slight smile in her direction and followed. THe only soud was the silent crush of leaves.
Codeword: The Magic Power
Other: I'll accept myself
Gender: Male
Power: He can control everything to do with darkness, half-demon and half-angel
Age: between sixteen to eighteen...but no one is for sure how old he is.
Personality: Tristan is a fighter, he can't stand others being stronger then himself. He is excellent with a sword, He hates really making friends and is very sarcastic to anyone. He thinks he is always right, and never backs down from a challenge. He always has a scowl on his face, and always crosses his arms over his chest when he is mad or thinking. But he is quite handsome when he wants to be. He can be charming and calm. He is a bad boy with the style and attitude of one. He would rather watch by the side-lines then partipate. His linege and history aren't something he is proud of.
General Appearance: Like the picture he wears that, he has black hair with golden eyes, and a patch over his right one. He wears big boots and has large bat wings with a sixteen foot wing span. He has lithe strong muscles, he about six foot. He has scars that line his body, from whip lashes his demon father gave him. He has one tatoo, on his right back shoudler blade, it's small barely noticeable. It's of an angel curled over like it is in pain or sad. He carries his sword with him everywhere. He always wears black. He has a black coat that he wears even in hot weather.
Pic: the one on the bottom
History: Tristan's history is sort of like Kahlen's....I can't go into it just yet. but it is good
Pet: Jas, a golden panther
Rping Sample: Tristan landed gracefully on the hard ground. He glanced over his shoulder at his only friend Jas. Who was prowling in the shadows near him. His one eye twinkling he turned his tall strong body to the ancient trees that lined the forest. His boots crushing the fallen leaves and pine needles that littered the forest floor. He heard Jas pad quietly behind him. He felt secure with her at his back. He stopped just near the entrance to the clearing, bending down he picked up a clump of dirt and lifted it to his nose. Jas sat beside him on his right, his blind side. She was his right eye.
They past this way, my dear
He silently told Jas, his voice strong and sure, who was quietly licking her front paw unerved by what they were hunting. She gave a purr and started to pad away from him. He gave a slight smile in her direction and followed. THe only soud was the silent crush of leaves.
Codeword: The Magic Power
Other: I'll accept myself
