Fabio's Characters

[Snickerspods]

Smash Slash
Up for adoption

Name:
Smash Slash

Meaning:
N/A

Just call him:
Slash

Gender:
Male

Age:
Mental equivalent of 16 turns

Coloring:
A deep antique bronze.

Race:
Dragon

Height:
Honestly I don’t think anyone’s ever gotten close enough to find out.

Eye Color:
Black, with a ring of red giving them a disconcerting look when he looks directly at you.

Personality:
He distances himself from most individuals, he never lies but he knows how to warp the truth like the elves so that his meaning eludes or misleads. He takes pleasure in other creatures discomfort and he is as smooth as they come, if people didn’t know better you could say he has a silver tongue. Darkness seems to follow him like a shroud, he wears it proudly as he does the large scar down his rump and over his back thigh.

Alliance:
Darq

Mate: None

Possible crush: None

Dam: Unknown

Sire: Unknown

Siblings: Unknown

Offspring: None

Territory: None

Fights:

Tied against: 0
Won against: 0
Lost against: 0

History:
bahahahaha, wouldn’t you like to know.

Picture:

[Snickerspods]

Ithil And Keeshah

Name:
Ithil

Meaning: Moon

Age:

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300 yrs

Gender: [/b]
Female

Physical Description: [/b]
She is one of the fairest elves, though all are indeed beautiful she has an innocent maiden like beauty to her. Her figure is slim and lithe rather than thin. She has strong sinews that give her movements a graceful confidence and precision. She is a hunter and as a result is swift and agile. Her skin is slightly darker than fair, her silky hair primarily white with streaks of red and purple that meld well within the mass, with braids and ties decorating the threads in an attractive but simple display. Her clothing is a one piece of a bodice and short skit extending just above 1/3 down her thigh. The outfit is primarily an extremely light shade of blue with a triangle portion of intricate embroidery in a bronze shade over her breast, the point of the triangle ending at her navel. Over her slim hips the material has some red strips fashioned in the same way a belt would sit with red streamers of the silky material attached to her left hip. Her gloves, in the same shade of blue leave the fingers uncovered and stretch up her arm just shy of her elbow. Her boots, also in the same hue stop at her mid thigh. She is never far from her bow and quiver, usually seen with the pair on her back or close at hand. (look at pic)

Race: [/b]
Elf

Personality: [/b]
She has a lithe personality just as she is physically. She is quiet and distrustful, her loyalty and trust being hard won when it is eventually granted it would take a deed worthy of the apocalypse to sway her devotion. She is serene, though alert, and cunning. She has many skills but more or less keeps them to herself.

Alliance: [/b]
She is apart of the lights, though she will fight for what is right and will stand by the lights the royals have not yet won her loyalty, her loyalty is something she gives only if she thinks you worthy.

History: [/b]
Maybe… Someday she will tell someone

Picture: [/b]
Intend to change



Ithil has a steed:

Name: [/u]
Keeshah

Gender: [/u]
Male

Age: [/u]
250 yrs

Breed: [/u]
Blue Tiger or Maltese Tiger

Physical Description: [/u]
He is not your typical tiger, he is considerably bigger standing his back comes to the average elf’s chin, his paws are the size of an elf’s head. He has a bigger muscle mass to, to account for his larger size and his ability to easily carry Ithil and even a second rider over long distance at a constant run. He can also speak to Ithil via a special bond, its more impressions and pictures of things rather than an actual communication but Ithil has learnt how to understand him as if he was speaking.

Personality: [/u]
He is fiercely loyal to Ithil and only Ithil, he will protect her at the cost of his own life. Otherwise he is a quiet animal, with a stern personality, his stare could give even a dragon the heaby geebies. He is affectionate with Ithil and paternal of her at times, if she is anyones company he will keep a constant watch on them.

History: [/u]
Given to Ithil on her 50th naming day.

Picture: [/u]
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[Snickerspods]

Thalldyn

Name:
Thalldyn

Meaning:
N/A

Just call me:
Thalldyn

Age:
20

Gender:
Stallion aka male

Colouring:
Thaldyn is accustomer to hard work, evident in the sleek muscled line of his equine body. His honey bronze skin melds perfectly with the jet black of his horse torso, a feet seemingly impossible by many others. His perpetually messy dirty blonde hair is matched by his golden tawn tail, the long mass reaching to just above his fetlocks. Agility is quite apparent in both his horse and human half, his human torso lithe and refined to the point of honed athleticism. His legs are long and sturdy, his hooves swift and hard. Capable of great speeds under pressure he is none-the-less more inclined towards stamina, and can often go many hours without rest.

Race:
Centaur

Height:
If he were a human man he’d come to about 6’2”, and if he were a horse he’d be about 16 hh. You do the math cause I’m too lazy.

Eye Colour:
He has hypnotic gaze of changeable hazel, with an almost feline intensity. Never the same colour and constantly shifting they are capable of delivering a swift blow to that which you keep hidden.

Personality:
He is a sensitive male, he understands with ease. Though he has high empathy he knows when to deal the force, he will not hesitate to kill someone he believes truly evil. He is kind and gentle, though he leads with authority and subtlety. He is passionate and zealous in every aspect of his life, in love, in death, in war and in peace.

Alliance:
Light

Mate:
Alluvia

Possible crush:
Alluvia

Dam:
Hijazz [Random Name – Created]

Sire:
Devlin [Random Name – created]

Siblings:
He doesn’t honestly know.

Foals:
None Presently.

Herdland:
Alluvia’s Abode.

Fights:

Tied against: 2
Won against: 9
Lost against: 3

History:
He wears an amulet of white gold, a string of diamonds set in the miniature sword, the amulet was a gift and has a few magical properties.

Picture:

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Drayl

Name: Drayl

*Meaning: N/A

Gender: Stallion aka Male

Race: Centaur

Breed: Mixed, primarily Friesian

Age: 23

Physical description: He has a muscular, athletic frame, and is extremely fit. His head is shaved. His eyes glow softly with a silvery, whitish-blue glow due to his eyeshine. This odd quality of his eyes allows Drayl to see in the dark. Drayl often wears a set of dark welding goggles during the day, due to his sensitivity to light. His attire usually consists of a black muscle shirt, and a utility belt. He also has a deep baritone voice. His fighting style is a more aggressive, brutal variation of the martial art of Kali.

Drayl’s horse half is thickly corded and smooth but oddly aggressive in its movement. His banner is a thick mass of black tresses, at odds with his shaven skull. His hide is a deep jet black of pitch-black quality.

On the underside of his thick forearms is a set of identical tattoos, both of a very realistic knife. In fact the artwork is so detailed as to fool the eye into believing one can extend a hand and grasp the hilt.

These knives are not all they appear…

Personality: [will develop more]
Drayl is not normal, he is unique. He is the closest thing to the term Byronic hero to ever tread the earth. He is not evil per say, nor is he good. He classes himself amongst the lights only because he knows how much it pisses off the darqs. Drayl is out to benefit himself, very rarely and most often reluctantly he plays the role of saviour. In fact if you want him to play said role your best bet is if he has his own personal reason or grudge for doing so. Though his sentences are brief and to the point he’s sarcastic and possesses a black humour. He’s confident to say the least, and co.cky only begins to describe him. Though he is elementally a jerk people find that though they may dislike him they find themselves believing in his abilities and respecting him. Deep down, deep deep down, he’s a good guy but only, ONLY to those important to him. And at this current point in time, no one’s gotten to that distinction. What was it he said? Oh yes: “Lesson Learned. No such word as ‘friend’.”

Alliance: Light, by choice though many find it hard to place him in any one category.

*History: Tis a long and tedious tale. One that Drayl will tell only grudgingly under extreme duress.

But we will say this much, he and Thalldyn know one another.

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