Alreath
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Fear is a basic emotion...
What frightens you more, the evil that you know?
Or the evil that you don't...
When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow......
Name: Admiral Alreath (Pronounced All-wraith)
Age: Before god said 'Let There Be Light.' There was already Darkness... If you really must know, ask.
Gender: Male
Species: Dooninra; Anthro wolf in appearance.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 275lbs
Appearance: Black fur with grey highlights on the ears, chin, and cheekbones, as well as here and there across the rest of his body. His eyes are rather interesting, light blue in color with purple iris', the shape of which is sort of a rounded triangle. He wears a black fedora hat and a matching sleeveless long coat over a black tank top, baggy black slacks and a pair of combat boots. Underneath it all he wears something resembling a wet suit with gloves, and a small collar band around his neck. The neck collar of the coat bears a crimson marking on each side of the collar, a small red triangle with one side flat to the top of the collar. Otherwise, the jacket somewhat resembles a sleeveless captains jacket. At his hip, he carries a blade resembling a katana, the sheath is matte black as is the bindings on the hilt.
History: [Data Expunged] resulting in several commendations. He is currently on leave.
Skills: Extensively trained and experienced in armed and unarmed close quarters combat, as well as ranged combat using firearms.
Powers: Shadow magic, or a form of. Visual examples of combat can be found Here, Here and Here(not my art, will remove is asked.) Abyssal mysticism, rituals attained from information brokering with greater demons.
Gear::
Crystal carbon blade
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Interesting quotes, or snippets of creepy that I'm collecting.
“Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter
how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there
first, and is waiting for it."
Terry Pratchett
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering,
fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream
before."
Edgar Allan Poe
I'm gone with the moon, but when you see the shadows I'm all but far.
“Here are the shadows left behind by a thousand moments, a thousand
moods, of needs traced here on the wall by men who are gone. Here is the
record of their being here."
“There is a duality to darkness known only to those who've been infected
by its touch. Everyone knows the shadows: shallow, comfortable, mostly
harmless places where one might nest for a night. But the depths of
living pitch only visit the aristocracy of madmen and women who've
unwittingly pledged fealty to the curse. For some, it outright ruins
minds like a hound to fresh meat; for others, it wanes into the deepest
parts of its less caustic sibling and waits for the time to strike,
returning periodically through life like an incurable disease." Darrell Drake
Sing to me songs of the darkness
Farewell to heaven my friend.
Come to me bury your sorrow,
Temptation await the condemned...
What frightens you more, the evil that you know?
Or the evil that you don't...
When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow......
Name: Admiral Alreath (Pronounced All-wraith)
Age: Before god said 'Let There Be Light.' There was already Darkness... If you really must know, ask.
Gender: Male
Species: Dooninra; Anthro wolf in appearance.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 275lbs
Appearance: Black fur with grey highlights on the ears, chin, and cheekbones, as well as here and there across the rest of his body. His eyes are rather interesting, light blue in color with purple iris', the shape of which is sort of a rounded triangle. He wears a black fedora hat and a matching sleeveless long coat over a black tank top, baggy black slacks and a pair of combat boots. Underneath it all he wears something resembling a wet suit with gloves, and a small collar band around his neck. The neck collar of the coat bears a crimson marking on each side of the collar, a small red triangle with one side flat to the top of the collar. Otherwise, the jacket somewhat resembles a sleeveless captains jacket. At his hip, he carries a blade resembling a katana, the sheath is matte black as is the bindings on the hilt.
History: [Data Expunged] resulting in several commendations. He is currently on leave.
Skills: Extensively trained and experienced in armed and unarmed close quarters combat, as well as ranged combat using firearms.
Powers: Shadow magic, or a form of. Visual examples of combat can be found Here, Here and Here(not my art, will remove is asked.) Abyssal mysticism, rituals attained from information brokering with greater demons.
Gear::
Crystal carbon blade
Knuckle Dustershttp://www.freewebs.com/voiddemon/Ichiteix.JPG">
Interesting quotes, or snippets of creepy that I'm collecting.
“Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter
how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there
first, and is waiting for it."
Terry Pratchett
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering,
fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream
before."
Edgar Allan Poe
I'm gone with the moon, but when you see the shadows I'm all but far.
“Here are the shadows left behind by a thousand moments, a thousand
moods, of needs traced here on the wall by men who are gone. Here is the
record of their being here."
“There is a duality to darkness known only to those who've been infected
by its touch. Everyone knows the shadows: shallow, comfortable, mostly
harmless places where one might nest for a night. But the depths of
living pitch only visit the aristocracy of madmen and women who've
unwittingly pledged fealty to the curse. For some, it outright ruins
minds like a hound to fresh meat; for others, it wanes into the deepest
parts of its less caustic sibling and waits for the time to strike,
returning periodically through life like an incurable disease." Darrell Drake
Sing to me songs of the darkness
Farewell to heaven my friend.
Come to me bury your sorrow,
Temptation await the condemned...