Registration Date: 06-05-2013
Last Visit: 09-12-2019 01:44 AM
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Played By: Noki

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Age Four	Gender Male
Species Earthborn	Sexuality Heterosexual
Mate None	Pack Loner
Rank Loner	Alignment Unaligned

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Starved until he was left to be nothing but flesh and bone, Famine is the image of his calling as he roams the land in constant search for food. Protruding bones cover his crown in a powerful display of two sets of antlers, the flesh-less growths seeming to crawl down onto his visage, stripping his face of flesh and tissue, leaving it to be cursed as a horrific bony structure with a wide etched smile carved into his humorless features. Deep within skull, an odd light shines within. A DEEP PINK (#f13148) glow illuminates the black pits in where his eyes would be and replace them with an eerie, pupil-less glow. Around his being, mingling with the dark smoke that rises from within his core, is a black aura, almost like a 'glow'; however this 'glow' is black. From nose to tail he has a black 'glow' about him, smoky and eerie as it capes his purple flesh with a dark cloak. Within the bony chasm of his maw, it is nothing but black and smoke when one is to peer into the abyss.

Though his fur is not particularly long, in some areas along his neck, elbows, thighs and the tip of his tail have longer strands as the rest of his body is covered in a DARK PLUM (#281838) short downy silk. Tipping his long serpentine like tail is a tuft of fur that is longer than the rest, lighter in coloration as it is more of a PLUM (#413050), looking like a lion's tail as some would describe it. Antlers and skull both favor in a more sickly coloration, green and putrid as rot like OLIVE (#8f8f74). Stained and tattered from a past life, from a face that once clung to his handsome features once before - a long, long, long time ago. Before the maggots and flies carried it away like a prize they deeply deserved, leaving the rest of him to grow into his new reflection.

Rising from his core, deep within the confines of his lungs, maw, eye sockets and toes, a black fire burns and ebony smoke rises from their pits into long wispy tendrils that hug his antlers and disappear into the air. A smoky shadowy being that leaves a black flame behind him in every step that he takes, though small, the burns burn deep, killing all plant and insect life it touches as he roams.

CRUDE — Raw and unrefined, Famine has come to his primal sense of being and does not tend to try and dance around any kind of subject. Blunt and offensive, he cares very little about if what he says might offend. He wears no mask in whom he is - finding it ironic for someone with no face to wear a mask to begin with - he is one to be thought of as... 'rough' around the edges, unsophisticated and lacking in the ability to make himself more of a charming prince than a crude knight with no king.

RELIABLE — Dependable the moment one was to earn his trust as a friend or an equal. Secrets are safe within the confines of his retentive mind, woes and needs are more than his pleasure to help if one was to come for his aid. However his assistance is to a price to those he does not know of personally; generally his price is food or shelter, however he is one who is rather quite creative every now and then when it piques his interest or if boredom strikes within his mind.

CARNAL — To his own, along with being crude. Though he tries to keep his composure for the most part, he is not unfamiliar with the dark desires in which he is not afraid to partake in when the time is right. Sensual and erotic, along with food, this is perhaps the second most popular thing within his mind during a daily basis. No matter the loveliness of the damsel nor her hideous features; a woman is a woman and they all seem to rev up his dark needs when they arise. However that does not mean he loves each and every woman that he beds; instincts are instincts and that is nothing more.

ASTUTE — Capable of long trains of thought. Sharp and crafty, he tends to think quite a bit when he stands alone or needing to plan ahead for any reason such as a hunt or perhaps a fight that he is already aware of him being a part of in the near future. CHARISMATIC — Although bestial and instinctual, there is a certain charm beneath the rough edges of this hidden jewel. Soothing tones sing from vocals in a smooth tone, even when speaking of crude things. He has a certain quality that seems to turn his negatives into an odd twisted, perverted, positive.

MERRY — Finding humor in almost everything that he seems to cross, the smile that is permanently etched onto his features is not only a physical trait, but an emotional one too. "Act and you will feel" as a wise man once said, he would vouch for it to feel quite "natural" as he would explain. Even in the morbid he seems to find joy, in the carnage of one life, he finds the pleasure for himself to smile once more on the inside and out. He tends to chant and sing to himself and others, though his voice is not as angelic as some would like for it to be, however his voice does suit him as it is as grim as his looks, cracked and solemn with just a hint of humor.

Rumor has it that the man was born from the very shadows and depths of hell in which he seems to have crawled from. A demon of great proportions of hellish horns and a face not even a mother would love. That the very ashes of the seven deadly gates still burn within his core, releasing into a physical form of smoke and black in which you see pouring from his eyes and maw, rising from his feet as though summoned from the lord of the deep himself. However as he seems to tell the tale himself, Famine, his memories tell him otherwise on how he was brought into this world.

In a fiery realm of shadows and heat, he was conceived and born in the caves that carve innards of a sleeping volcano. He was given the name of Sebastian by his mother, named after his father who died in a hunting incident as they awaited his birth and the ones of his fallen - stillborn - siblings. His childhood was without many excitements, however, he cannot remember when nor how he had lost his face. He wasn't always the monstrosity that he is now, however unknown to him, he had lost a year of his memory after he had left his mother's side after the age of two. As far as he is concerned, he had just left her months ago and he is still bur three years old, finding his way in this new world without his mother.