Post by Alexander on Oct 23, 2006 23:46:39 GMT -5
Title: Alexander Anonsen
Survived: 25 years
Brand: Male
Curse: Anthromorph |Phoneix|
-----Stengths: obviously the ability to fly and simply creature strenght including a hawks beak and claws. Also the ability of speed.
------Weaknesses: Well simply that he is mortal phoneix or not.
-----His height is that of 12 hands from the ground to the curve in his back. His head excedes 5 more hands.
-----((His feathers are flecked in a golden to red tone while the edges spread to a kind of shy tone to black. His eyes remain that pale blue/white even in cursed shape.))
-----Powers: none of magical though when he dies his body become consumed by flames.
True Reflection: He has a mess of blonde in unmeasured layers for hair. His skin is a warm dark tone set with pale startling silver to white eyes. This pale gaze is framed in a natural dark shadow as well lifting out that unnatural ‘glow’ they seem to posses.
Cursed Refelction: His feathers are flecked in a golden to red tone while the edges spread to a kind of shy tone to black. His eyes remain that pale blue/white even in cursed shape.
Remebered:
[Forty odd some years ago]
“You are pathetic…” his voice was hard cool and as flat as granite to the touch smooth and with eerie confidence that had Alex grinding teeth under tight lips. His fists were as merciless as his words and Alex, in a withering ball on the blood damp ground, was as powerless as ever.
Feathers were scattered across pale marble red and black some already damp and limp with blood. Like a motion-picture the scene blurred before him was fairly beautiful as single feathers floated effortlessly to the floor below spinning and twisting with overlooked wheels of air. Though death mulled at his sides and consumed whatever sanity he managed to grasp there was one thing he’d been thinking about the entire time…
“Get up Alexander.” The demand threatened and promised a punishment he’d likely never overcome.
Pulling the suddenly incredible weight of his body he managed himself to his knees shadowed in the figure of his creator. But though Alex shook and shivered in cold, pain, and helplessness Dysin did no more than smirk lowering himself to the cowering level of his kin.
Alex could taste the lords satisfaction could even feel it as void eyes marked his wounds and grinned as though he were on the verge of a beautiful artwork.
He couldn’t taste saliva and though it was there the blood constantly filling a dry mouth was overwhelming to the point it was all he recalled swallowing within the last hour.
Eyes with eyes the two stared at one another one in utter victory the other in utter defeat. He’d tried…he truly had but it was no different than a mortal fighting god himself…inevitably a lost cause.
“What was he name? I can’t seem to recall.”
“Why- do you…care.” His words spat on empty breaths lungs heaving for air lost with every attempt.
“Well it looks to me like she’s the problem here no? yes…she’s why your huddling in you very own blood she the reason it will be my pleasure to dispose of you.”
“Go ahead…either way- I …don’t see you getting her name out of me.”
Frustrated and obviously so Dysin stepped back. His eyes narrowed he knew his attempts now growing desperate were without doubt going to be worthless.
“Fine,” with a sigh he drug a hand through tousled hair. “I’ll leave you here to drown…in your love we’ll say…and while you lay here-“ his voice growled and a simple swing brought his heel in a swift motion to collide with Alex’s jaw sending him roughly to that floor “Know that because of her this kingdom and its people will perish…everyone including your little Amea and her family…everyone[i/],” Reaching down Dysin gathered a fist of the Angels hair lifting his head from the ground. “Including your little crush…I’ll find her I promise you…”
His voice was finally gone…floating away in an endless sting of new thoughts beating the emotions of our angel to pieces. He was wilted and had no choice but to lay broken truly unable to stand or even stir.
“Born from hell…” the famous words only began before a shatter of glass to floor originated that flame.
Fire crept along the stretched trail of life that thick liquid sloping right to Alex. The flames were reaching in colors of green and blue with flecks of red licking his skin the moment they reached him. But he did not burn like a mortal would- there was no gruesome defections before death- for simply the heat sank him into a mass of whirling color until nothing remained at all. Every feather…every drop of blood slipped away with him and the room was again left quiet and dark just as it had been those many years ago.
[three hundred years after the Blood war and the Ace kingdom had fallen completely simple intro to reborn Alex those years after]
He’d been watching her for hours…attracted to her behavior and wit as she sat and fished her way through the river. She reminded him of someone…but he couldn’t recall…
“Amea! Time for dinner!”
She popped up from the surface of the water and wadded her way to the shore dashing to his side in a matter of moments.
“I heard…you should go I’ll catch up tomorrow.”
Out of breath yet smiling she nodded “Alright, tomorrow it is then, See ya Alex!” she waved farewell and tampered off once human morphing gracefully into the frame of a fox.
Incredible. And strange…there was just something mulling in the atmosphere following their daily meeting he couldn’t quite touch. It wasn’t love…nah he was only fifteen and still too uninformed to understand women anyway. Either that or much too thingyy…something he’d been called many times before and was quite proud of.
Lifting himself from the dewy ground he dusted off stray grass and made his way down the incline to the rivers shore picking out the flattest rock her spotted and tossing it along the calm surface. This place had always looked so familiar…
“Alex? There you are mother has been absolutely worried!”
“About what? I’m gone every day…” he didn’t have to turn to know who it was her voice was recognizable from a mile away.
“Yea I know but ever since-“
“Just tell her I’ll be home in a minute…”
“Alright…” and with that his winged company flew off into the shifting shadow of the forest.
He followed soon after taking a leap only to been engulfed in feathers and air soon following in her pursuit home.
[Ten years later in the forest of Anuria]
He’d been on this journey for weeks and by foot taking his form only when legs cursed their hourly beating. Well…he was getting somewhere…maybe here he’d find the answers he was looking for.
(yea the ending died but I’m so tired its ridiculous SO yea a little rough around the edges but it’s the basics of his past.)
Known: Quiet and collective but speaks when he feels he should or needs to. Intelligent as well and occasionally shows that spark of ego confidence. Otherwise he’s charming…on mostly.
Security: A silver chain that he often swings an toys with. It has a kind of blue tint to it and is linked in tiny loops. The extent of it is often hidden under his sleeve as well. Mostly used for whipping clean cuts threw flesh and nothing more well the occasional choke or two) but its fragility keeps him attentive to how he uses it.
Disadvantage: Unlike the fire born Alex ages ago he’s much more merciful than he used to be and tends to fall for fake pleas of mercy (from those he feels are really innocent.)
Advantage: His knowledge and wit keeps his head on his shoulders as well as his ability to be persuasive or occasionally sneaky. His speed just as well keeps his skin on his body as does his ability to seem purely innocent and purely blameless.
Survived: 25 years
Brand: Male
Curse: Anthromorph |Phoneix|
-----Stengths: obviously the ability to fly and simply creature strenght including a hawks beak and claws. Also the ability of speed.
------Weaknesses: Well simply that he is mortal phoneix or not.
-----His height is that of 12 hands from the ground to the curve in his back. His head excedes 5 more hands.
-----((His feathers are flecked in a golden to red tone while the edges spread to a kind of shy tone to black. His eyes remain that pale blue/white even in cursed shape.))
-----Powers: none of magical though when he dies his body become consumed by flames.
True Reflection: He has a mess of blonde in unmeasured layers for hair. His skin is a warm dark tone set with pale startling silver to white eyes. This pale gaze is framed in a natural dark shadow as well lifting out that unnatural ‘glow’ they seem to posses.
Cursed Refelction: His feathers are flecked in a golden to red tone while the edges spread to a kind of shy tone to black. His eyes remain that pale blue/white even in cursed shape.
Remebered:
[Forty odd some years ago]
“You are pathetic…” his voice was hard cool and as flat as granite to the touch smooth and with eerie confidence that had Alex grinding teeth under tight lips. His fists were as merciless as his words and Alex, in a withering ball on the blood damp ground, was as powerless as ever.
Feathers were scattered across pale marble red and black some already damp and limp with blood. Like a motion-picture the scene blurred before him was fairly beautiful as single feathers floated effortlessly to the floor below spinning and twisting with overlooked wheels of air. Though death mulled at his sides and consumed whatever sanity he managed to grasp there was one thing he’d been thinking about the entire time…
“Get up Alexander.” The demand threatened and promised a punishment he’d likely never overcome.
Pulling the suddenly incredible weight of his body he managed himself to his knees shadowed in the figure of his creator. But though Alex shook and shivered in cold, pain, and helplessness Dysin did no more than smirk lowering himself to the cowering level of his kin.
Alex could taste the lords satisfaction could even feel it as void eyes marked his wounds and grinned as though he were on the verge of a beautiful artwork.
He couldn’t taste saliva and though it was there the blood constantly filling a dry mouth was overwhelming to the point it was all he recalled swallowing within the last hour.
Eyes with eyes the two stared at one another one in utter victory the other in utter defeat. He’d tried…he truly had but it was no different than a mortal fighting god himself…inevitably a lost cause.
“What was he name? I can’t seem to recall.”
“Why- do you…care.” His words spat on empty breaths lungs heaving for air lost with every attempt.
“Well it looks to me like she’s the problem here no? yes…she’s why your huddling in you very own blood she the reason it will be my pleasure to dispose of you.”
“Go ahead…either way- I …don’t see you getting her name out of me.”
Frustrated and obviously so Dysin stepped back. His eyes narrowed he knew his attempts now growing desperate were without doubt going to be worthless.
“Fine,” with a sigh he drug a hand through tousled hair. “I’ll leave you here to drown…in your love we’ll say…and while you lay here-“ his voice growled and a simple swing brought his heel in a swift motion to collide with Alex’s jaw sending him roughly to that floor “Know that because of her this kingdom and its people will perish…everyone including your little Amea and her family…everyone[i/],” Reaching down Dysin gathered a fist of the Angels hair lifting his head from the ground. “Including your little crush…I’ll find her I promise you…”
His voice was finally gone…floating away in an endless sting of new thoughts beating the emotions of our angel to pieces. He was wilted and had no choice but to lay broken truly unable to stand or even stir.
“Born from hell…” the famous words only began before a shatter of glass to floor originated that flame.
Fire crept along the stretched trail of life that thick liquid sloping right to Alex. The flames were reaching in colors of green and blue with flecks of red licking his skin the moment they reached him. But he did not burn like a mortal would- there was no gruesome defections before death- for simply the heat sank him into a mass of whirling color until nothing remained at all. Every feather…every drop of blood slipped away with him and the room was again left quiet and dark just as it had been those many years ago.
[three hundred years after the Blood war and the Ace kingdom had fallen completely simple intro to reborn Alex those years after]
He’d been watching her for hours…attracted to her behavior and wit as she sat and fished her way through the river. She reminded him of someone…but he couldn’t recall…
“Amea! Time for dinner!”
She popped up from the surface of the water and wadded her way to the shore dashing to his side in a matter of moments.
“I heard…you should go I’ll catch up tomorrow.”
Out of breath yet smiling she nodded “Alright, tomorrow it is then, See ya Alex!” she waved farewell and tampered off once human morphing gracefully into the frame of a fox.
Incredible. And strange…there was just something mulling in the atmosphere following their daily meeting he couldn’t quite touch. It wasn’t love…nah he was only fifteen and still too uninformed to understand women anyway. Either that or much too thingyy…something he’d been called many times before and was quite proud of.
Lifting himself from the dewy ground he dusted off stray grass and made his way down the incline to the rivers shore picking out the flattest rock her spotted and tossing it along the calm surface. This place had always looked so familiar…
“Alex? There you are mother has been absolutely worried!”
“About what? I’m gone every day…” he didn’t have to turn to know who it was her voice was recognizable from a mile away.
“Yea I know but ever since-“
“Just tell her I’ll be home in a minute…”
“Alright…” and with that his winged company flew off into the shifting shadow of the forest.
He followed soon after taking a leap only to been engulfed in feathers and air soon following in her pursuit home.
[Ten years later in the forest of Anuria]
He’d been on this journey for weeks and by foot taking his form only when legs cursed their hourly beating. Well…he was getting somewhere…maybe here he’d find the answers he was looking for.
(yea the ending died but I’m so tired its ridiculous SO yea a little rough around the edges but it’s the basics of his past.)
Known: Quiet and collective but speaks when he feels he should or needs to. Intelligent as well and occasionally shows that spark of ego confidence. Otherwise he’s charming…on mostly.
Security: A silver chain that he often swings an toys with. It has a kind of blue tint to it and is linked in tiny loops. The extent of it is often hidden under his sleeve as well. Mostly used for whipping clean cuts threw flesh and nothing more well the occasional choke or two) but its fragility keeps him attentive to how he uses it.
Disadvantage: Unlike the fire born Alex ages ago he’s much more merciful than he used to be and tends to fall for fake pleas of mercy (from those he feels are really innocent.)
Advantage: His knowledge and wit keeps his head on his shoulders as well as his ability to be persuasive or occasionally sneaky. His speed just as well keeps his skin on his body as does his ability to seem purely innocent and purely blameless.