Post by Hyenism on Jul 2, 2013 8:26:56 GMT -5
Identification
First Name: Vazir
Middle Name: Azeiroth
Last Name: Alvardin
Nicknames: None
Preferred Name: Vazir
Other Names: Vazir the Heartless
Birth
Age: 103
Date of Birth: 8th June
Birth Sign: The Black Crow
Gender: Male
Species: Alligator / Wolf Hybrid (Primarily Reptile)
Birth Location: Mangroves
Sexual Preferences: Pansexual
Genealogy
Mother: Menthol
Description:
A snow white canine/feline hybrid. She had the grace of a cat and was said to be quite stunning.
Father: Azairith
Description:
Ten feet long with two front legs and a serpentine body, his face resembled that of an aligator with wide peircing green eyes, his 'hands' held four fingers and two thumbs.
Siblings: Mallen, Shaoth, Verynal, Alauri, Rinari
Children: None
Grand Children: None
Authorisation
Primary Profession: Murderer
Secondary Profession: Hired Killer
Rank: None
Sub-Rank: None
Guild: None
Guild ID: None
Land
Home Location: Gin Mizu Marshlands
Current Location: Gin Mizu Marshlands
Locations Ruled: N/A
Locations Dominated: N/A
Locations Owned: N/A
Ability
Name: Sanguine-ism
Element: Blood
Strength: Weak
Range: Bodily
Description:
Vazir's body is unable to reproduce red or white blood cells, which requires him to constantly replenish them via unpleasant means, namely the draining of blood. This can be done in many ways, either through willing victim or the devouring of a freshly killed body.
Fortunately there are certain benefits to being what he is, the most prominent, aside from his immortality, Being the ability to effect the blood of other creatures with five feet but only for a short time after feeding. Mostly these sorts of capabilities are the boiling, decaying or shifting of blood. This includes forcing it away from certain areas, bringing it to the surface or even the explosion of veins.
Acquired: Birth
ID: None
Appearance
Hair Colour: None
Hair Length / Style: None
Hair Accessories: None
Lips / Nails: Grey / Black
Eye Colour: Green
Skin Colour: Grey
Weight / Height: Heavy / Average
Fur Colour: Grey / Black
Fur Length / Style: Medium - Short and Thick
Wing Style: None
General Appearance and Structure:
His body is heavy, barely held up by thin but sturdy legs. His front legs are particularly weighed down with effort required to keep him up, which is why he prefers to swim or crawl on his soft but well armored belly. His legs are slightly fluffy with thick, water-proof black fur, flecked with gray. His paws are that of an average wold, though the uppermost part of his toes all have small but noticeable dull grey-black plates. His back is similarly plated with thick leathery hide, small lumps covering each, similar to that of an alligator but far softer, not quite scales, hardly skin.
His muzzle is far longer than normal for a wolf, though he can barely be considered that. Just like the rest of his body his face and snout are covered in thick hide with soft fur on the underside. His gums and tongue are very pale and his mouth supports two sets of razor sharp teeth, all hollowed to more easily absorb the blood he requires to survive.
Though his eyes are slitted as expected for a reptilian creature, unlike either side of his heritage the pupils lay horizontal and are capable of revolving, allowing for a level view regardless of the position of his head. It was suggested that he may have had dormant deer genetics somewhere in his genealogy, but he was the only one to have ever been born with signs of any other species.
Just like a deer, Vazir's eyes cannot easily detect the presence of colours such as red and orange, but is particularly sensitive to shades of blue. Unlike his family his vision is poorly adept at picking up heat marks, but he is still able to see them faintly.
His front paws support longer toes, or fingers to be exact, both with two thumbs, one of them closer to the wrist.
Personality
Fears , Strengths , Weaknesses:
Above all he fears rejection, he's terrified of the moment he'll lean to someone and be turned away, to ask something and be refused an answer. He's scared of being alone, and of being misjudged. He doesn't want to die having the world believe him a monsters but he's scared if he tries to be anything else he'll also die a believed liar.
He considers his need for love and attachment a weakness, likewise he considers the fact he so easily falls in love a weakness. He loves love, he wants to love everything and to be loved, he wants the world to adore him as much as he loves the world. He also wants to kill a lot of things, this is also a weakness. Hey, he can be morally grey, right?
General:
Vazir was born as he is, created in the unholy union of Sanguine Lord, Azirath, and his mortal mother Menthol. He was feared from birth and cast from his home as soon as his main source of nutrients was discovered. He is a killer, he was born one, and he does what he must to survive. He's built a facade of darkness, unfeeling and malicious. He acts arrogant and self absorbed and should someone challenge his view, he nearly kills them.
This is nothing like who he wants to be, though, it's not truly him. He maintains this appearance because he must, and who would believe otherwise? Really, he's a very kind and nurturing soul. He adores life and every emotion one experiences during that time, but he also adores death, the last moments of struggle, then the calm, the acceptance. He loves to kill but hates to think that's all he is, a murderer. He want's the same things, feels the way mortals feel, but at the same time craves death, chaos and destruction. He just wants to be himself.
History
General Before Roleplay:
He was conceived and born just as an other creature, though the creatures that bred where not quite what one would expect. Menthol, his gorgeous and lovely mother was a hybird of wolf and feline, his father on the other hand was a leviathan, sea lord and sanguine. Vazir was born a mix of both, as were his many siblings, all of which were quite normal, their looks aside. He, on the other hand, was born with his father's appetite for blood and flesh and could not feed as the others did. He was raised until he could fend for himself then left by his family, he didn't understand at that time, but he does not feel lonely for it now.
For many years he simply existed, becoming an expert of the hunt in both land and water his skills as a killer became somewhat famous and he soon made a home for himself in the caves of Gin-Mizu, a small dead end tunnel filled with riches and trinkets. He's lived here for some time and doesn't often leave, but he's met many other creatures here, some he's killed, others have just existed further into the caves and he's held no interest for them.
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