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Theserian


Aantal berichten : 9
Registratiedatum : 01-07-14
Woonplaats : de kruip-ruimte

Character sheet
Naam: Theserian Daneth
Wezen: Demon
Crush: Crush enemies, si.

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BerichtOnderwerp: Theserian Daneth   Theserian Daneth Icon_minitime1di jul 01, 2014 12:44 pm

Informatie:

Naam:  Theserian
2e naam: -
Achternaam: Daneth
Bijnaam:  
Geslachten:  Male
Leeftijd: ∞ (lost count)
Ras: Demon
Ouders:  Mother, deceased. Father  - could not care less
Broers/zussen: last of the spawn, older siblings unknown
Huisdier: Not necessary, though moths are okay i guess.

Buitenkant:

Kleur haar: Black
Haar lengte: Human: Short,  Demon: Middle long
Kleur ogen: Human: Hazel, Demon: Burning flames
Lengte:  Human: 1.82, Demon: 2.10
Gewicht: Human: 172 lbs, Demon: 302 lbs
Lichaam bouw: Human: average, Demon: Got muscle memory, (Muscular)
Kleren: Human: Dark simple clothes -hoodie, long jackets-, Demon: Cloth ragged and torn apart, a cowl arround his head.
Littekens:
Human: Two huge crescent moon like scars crossing each other on the whole back starting from the shoulder bones. One huge dry stitched scar on his abdomen.
Demon: All across his skin are scars and stitches
sieraden: -

Extra:

Karakter:
Grootste Wens: War and Pestilence <3
Grootste Angst:  A person from his past
Verleden:

Some hellw***e spawned the creature that is him, ripping her apart from her insides before even being ready for birth. His eyes were moving like tiny flames as he crawled forward with two skeletal extensions growing from his shoulder bones, he cooed like an infant would but it turned into a slight cackle filled with a disgust for everything in its way, the only thing was… that the cooing came from the mouth on his face while the cackle came from a maw on his gut, sharp snapping teeth formed beneath the flesh-like lips on his tummy. His head turned and he looked at the corpse, the skeletal extensions impaled the feet of his mother and dragged half her body across the bloody floor, where he nested himself next to her split carcass. He slept, nourishing himself on the remnants of what used to be her life.

He has a past long and filled with agony, most of it being the agony of others, especially his victims.
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