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about Beau
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Registration Date: 06-20-2013
Last Visit: 09-18-2013 03:56 AM Total Posts 33 Played By: Risk 
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general information
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appearance
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Clocking a near six foot height makes this fellow quite the behemoth, his masculine framework contributes handsomely. The entire structure was covered in a haunting ivory hue, the coat also grew a bit longer around his neck creating a mane with a icicle like appearance. The male was quite a sight, saucer pan sized paws with everlasting limbs made his species intimidating indeed. The eyes were such a pale blue that it looked more like frozen ice resided where his eyes should be and his nose was exactly the same color. A charming looking devil that is if the numerous scars could be erased and if the left ear wasn't half missing. The vocals of this fellow are deep ranging in baritones and laced in a noxious venom, overall the male is very alike his specie's power. | |||||||||
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personality
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Numb. Complete emotionless more like a sociopath due to the fact he normally just portrayed emotion rather than feel it like a normal being. Insomnia not doing any aid to his zombie like composure, yet it seemed more like character. As frozen as his exterior Beau is a charming demon yet gives one the true feeling to question if this male is actually living or the dead, and due to his primitive nature his species suits him well. The alabaster beast is very sarcastic, the world is his amusement and every situation is a game to him even deadly deeds are games. This fellow is also as honest as a noble man, never one to tell a lie he prefers to speak the truth no matter if the outcome is positive or negative. He favors both genders finding attractive attributes in each, this male preferring lovers rather than love. Fighting this being is quite good at and prides himself on daring anyone to challenge him, but Beau is never one to pick the fight. Beauregard enjoys Winter of course, and fall is a lovely season as well and seems to be when this creature is most at ease. He believes more in survival than the Gods being much help, being a firm believer that he has got himself out of every situation not 'something' else. This man enjoys the hunt and sadly he loves to kill, the feeling is such a rush it seems to be the only time he truly feels anything. Though he has a hunch that possibly one day a female or male may become his addiction rather making him a more admirable fellow. Even if this was to take place he probably would not quick completely, just cut back on the amount he 'hunted'.
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history
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Descending from the North, this Frost giant had a difficult childhood. Being raised by a Casanova of a father the lessons taught were not the teachings of a corrupted man, not the kind of father that was wanted. They were gypsy's mainly forever traveling, his mother had passed away after birth Beau began to believe his father did this to punish him. The siberian fellow grew stronger, more intelligent, and larger even bigger than his parents. Beauregard and his sire got into many arguments as he grew older and wiser, teaching himself most survival tactics except 'hunting.' One night his sire asked Beau to accompany him on a 'hunt' but during their travel Beauregard began to realize this was not a normal hunt. The scent of blood crossed his senses and he watched as his father grew a bit anxious, setting out his sire tracked. Beau following silently behind him doing as his father asked. A adolescent much like himself was injured from what looked to be a prior fight, what horrid timing for this male. His sire crept up to the pathetic being, talking a smooth potion and then his father lunged at the being in mid talk. Taking his voice and tearing life from the already injured body, After the initial blow the male fell to the Earth, yelping and whimpering in pain and his sire ordered Beau to carry out the deed. Hesitantly Beauregard tore through flesh and coat, crimson colored the entire scenery and his ivory coat. The places where his body touched due to such a excitement froze the wounded males body, and with the final breath taken Beau stepped away with a grin. His sire had created just what he had wanted all along, his revenge made upon his son. Beau was a demon, and his father left him satisfied with his doings. Beauregard grew more and traveled alone, 'hunting' religiously it would seem or finding others to help pass the time. Life was very entertaining and full of things to thrive on, whether one see's them as good or bad Beau could care less. This male would like however he pleased and others could simply shove it.
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