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Post by soar on Dec 20, 2009 12:48:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,480,true] | [atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/140zr53.jpg] ยป AITOR LOSTSCREAM
'sing and dance to my song of the dead'
Username: soar
Other characters: n/a
Other?: 8DD
Gender: Male
Age: Died at seven years old, thus he is eternally seven
Species: Spectre
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Element: Ice
Familiar: A blind crow, which is often seen perched upon his shoulder.
Alliance: The dead
Rank: King
Appearance:
A magnificent golden tiger stalking upon the distant hills with sunlight shining around him... Aitor was that tiger, when he was alive; his pelt was shining sun, and his eyes were the fires. Not now. Now he looks like a fragile tiger, despite his heavy bulk, with very pale dull orange coat wrapping around his now-underused muscles. His coat is slightly more denser than those of ordinary tigers', which is the reason he hates summertime. Raking over his dull whiteness, are the forks of black stripes.
He is a massive tiger, with solid belly and thick limbs. The half-end part of the body is a mist, half faded away into the air, so that is the reason he has no tail; it is hidden in thin air. His front part is very visible, even in intense light, that signals that he had lived as a dead for eons, thus he had a long practice to appear before mortals.
Aitor's broad face holds an ancient wisdom, and also ancient fury. His wide-set eyes are losing their original colour, fading into grey. His heavy muzzle, with black nose at the end and long feathery whiskers at the sides, hides four long canines with two rows of sharp teeth. They aren't white, as he is an eternally aged tiger.
Visible on the chest area is a bloody gap hole where he was stabbed by a bull which resulted into his untimely death. It is a horrible memory to look at, and to feel. Yes, Aitor is cursed to have the gaping pain forever.
One sentence: A broad pale tiger with greying eyes.
Scars, or deformities?: A gaping wound in his chest, it resulted from being stabbed by a raging bull.
Personality:
Aitor was a proud tiger, always walking high and straight, attracting the stares of awe. But after living as a lost for centuries, Aitor is understandably solitary. He tend to be short-tempered towards anyone he hardly knew, giving him bad first impression almost every time. He can be also grumpy towards those he knows well Also sometimes he can be too overbearing, just ask to his last three wives who ran away. Aitor isn't actually a grumpy bastard, he was just lonely, and try to keep things in order, but sometimes in wrong way.
He can be sweet, and caring. He likes to spend some time with ones who he loves, and be nurturing. But be warned, whenever you turn and strike back, Aitor will strike back two times more, no matter if it's towards beings he adored. He also a bit prejudiced as he likes to focus on higher classes, not interested in lower classes.
Ruling is his second life; he can not breathe, nor live without the kingly life. He just wades through, though he had many times faced the problems and many times got through them successfully though he failed sometimes. Well, they do learn from their mistakes. He is neither a good, nor a bad king. Whatever he is, it is up to individuals' opinions. Some says he is a good king because he tries hard to maintain control, but some says he is a bad king because of his frostiness and his refusal to interact with lower citizens.
Likes: ruling, girls, wealth, being loved, stirring things between kingdoms, rivers.
Dislikes: summer, lower citizens, kingdom of living, being dead, having himself humiliated, being disliked.
History:
Aitor was born a majesty and proud tiger. He was born to a beautiful she-tiger and to a runaway prince, along with two sisters. He often describes them as a "wonderful family". His life with the small family as a cub was truly peaceful. It was hard to imagine that he would die a violent death. Aitor's young life, as two, three years old, was a breeze as his strength provided useful in many situations, like hunting for example.
His life started to spiral downwards when he met a female, Eva. He loved her from afar at first, enjoyed to stalk her and watching her. During his distance observation, Aitor noticed that her father, though Eva was old enough to live alone, liked to keep her beside him all time. Magus, Eva's father, hated when any males try to swoon her, he even had injured one gravely, so gravely that the male died from the wounds.
Aitor was so determined to capture the missus's heart, and his father's too, so he went up to him and started trying to befriend him. The plan went on well so far until he hinted that he was interested in Magus's daughter. The father just glare at him and told him he was worthy of his daughter's heart only if Aitor carried out a task for him.
"Kill a massive ox and take his heart out."
It seemed so daunting, but Aitor just accepted and went off in the search. At some valley, he saw the biggest bull he ever seen and started to pursuit him. When he saw a right moment he sprang from his hiding place and the ox turned and they fought. The bull just swung his horns and Aitor happened to be in wrong place at wrong time; the bull impaled him at the chest. His death was painful and bloody, the ox just peered down at him and went off with the herd.
Aitor began to recover although his wound had never tried to heal. He was furious with Magus and Eva, Magus for setting him a task which led to his death, and Eva for capturing his heart. He went back and killed both tigers before leading a miserable life as he knows now.
RP sample:
It was the time of the colours gold, red and orange. Under virtually every bare tree, the scattered mounds of leaves were laid. He remembered when he was a puppy, he'd enjoy leaping into the crunchy leaf mounds. He'd often come up with leaves on his face, staring up at his foster father with eager eyes, inviting him to come and play. His "father" often just sniff and turned away, leaving the albino youngster staring at his back.
Draugur tossed his head sideways, as if he's trying to throw the memory away. Family! They have done nothing to him; his father was a twisted male, caring only for himself and whether his blood was continuing perfectly through his children; his mother had abandoned her son out of fright of losing her rank; he never knew his siblings (if he had any); his foster mother had died too early; and his foster father either had been overcareful with him, or too "busy". He let out a silent hiss at the obvious fact; he had never experienced "family".
He watched a lone early robin perched on one of the bare trees. It cocked its head at all directions, its black eyes staring into the nothingness. It didn't seem to notice him, until he leaned a bit. The robin peered at him before ruffling and flew off. Draugur kept staring at the empty air when the robin was a moment earlier. Loneliness gnaw at him, not the typical loneliness, where you have no friends. It was the no-family loneliness. Hey, he tried to reassure himself, you've got a growing pack, and you're the father of them all... in some way. The keiyou tried to force a smile, but it came out as a grimace.
His head snapped back, as the dark shadow moved over him. It gradually grew larger as it lowered itself to ground. What the hell? What was his place, an attraction for all the lone wolves?! Regaining his typical dominant posture once again, the albino winged wolf went off to face the lone keiyou. He found her, laying on his ground, with her head on her paws.
"Hm?"
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