Post by acaria ;; on Jun 2, 2010 16:50:56 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Kronos
Text: Kronos
Quote: "somewhere in the dark I creep"
Species: Equine
Age: Looks about eight, but he's really around ninety. He's immortal.
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Friesian x Arabian x Mustang
Colour: Black
Physical Appearance: He's really large - he stands at a solid 17 hands. He's pure black, but as he ages he begins to... decay a bit. So here and there his skin is ripping away, revealing some muscle underneath; along his shoulder, on his rump, and a spot on his lower neck. His mane and tail are very thick, and he has a bit of feathering around his hooves.
Personality: He's vicious, hostile, with no respect for any living being other than himself. He even despises himself sometimes. He has a fascination with death, suffering, and blood. He can be quite charming when he feels like putting on a show, but really he's very antisocial. If he can use someone to his advantage, then he will do so, whatever the cost to them may be. Those are the only ones who he may show a bit of kindness to - those who may serve him some kind of purpose. He's very prideful, a leader, and feels that fear is the best motivator.
Images or References:
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And the horse used in the current header would be a perfect example, but i couldn't find the original image. (:
Image Ideas: Hmm... there are many ways you could go with this. (: Maybe something to do with life and death. Like showing plants or something, how the ones he comes into contact with die. Or something? Baha. Or you could just do something very dark, gloomy, barren, etc. But creative freedom! If you have any ideas that you think would be good, by all means. (:
Example post with requested character:
Word moved rather fast, even in a land so segregated. Oh, as far as he'd seen no ghost had dared to run upon his lands, try to frighten him in some silly way. Many considered them eerie, ghastly, terrifying. To Kronos, they were just a step away from himself. Something further along, something that part of him yearned for and yet another, larger part fled from, choosing to continue to live in this half-life of his. Monotonous, oh yes; but there were small pricks of light that made the time pass a bit quicker. Little sparks of excitement. The ghosts were nothing to Kronos, they were a bore. Pathetic. No threat. They could not even touch any living being, so why was everyone so afraid? They should have reserved their fear for him, and the rest of his race. So like the ghosts, and yet...They could touch.
Truth be told, he couldn't have cared less if these dead beings roamed Arquelle; if they didn't disturb him, why should he care? True, most of the Cadient race was in an uproar over the occurence. It was understandable. They believed they should be the only race who could be perceived as...not quite alive. And, normally, Kronos might have agreed with them. Might have become utterly vicious and indignant about the matter, might have become so bullheaded, that if his wishes were not granted he would have been inclined to start a war. But he was rebellious at heart, and one simple fact remained that changed the situation: Thanatos was furious about the matter. So the natural thing in Kronos' mind was to support these ghosts. Anything that irritated his father was worth the trouble. Childish? He didn't really care.
Terydient was quiet, as always. Lifeless, if you will. Apathy was sure to be present at this idiotic meeting that was being called, but he was the Cadient Emperor after all, was he not? He was certainly expected to show; and though he defied his father frequently, he wasn't an idiot. Doing so to the other heavenlies wasn't in his agenda, and so he moved with a grudging, ambling pace. Muscular appendages stretched; taut sinew tensing occasionally as he moved, his speed gradually increasing despite his lack of enthusiasm. Kronos and social events did not tend to mix. One gruesome smile and he could easily clear the space around him, after all. Those others - especially the bird horses - were so easy to make ill at ease; one misshapen piece of flesh, one emaciated body and they flew away like skittish pests. Their predictability was as equally amusing as it was irritating.
The journey from his home to Orchid Vale took quite a while; it was an expansive route, but eventually he made it to the scene of the meeting. And it appeared that everything was in full swing. Including the arguments. How delightful. The goddesses he noticed first; they shimmered, almost like the ghosts that were the entire point of this little gathering. But they were more enchanting; except for Lyria's eyes and Thalissa's protruding horn, but who was he to judge? He only half-listened to the words pouring from open lips; half-drivel, half mad sense. Until, that is, he heard a slightly familiar voice. "I know little of this race you have wrought. What, to be blunt, are they? An army?" Inwardly, he chortled. Limbs moved toward the damsel clad in white, a little smirk coiled upon his labrums.
"What have you to fear, dear one?" His words were soft, as if spoken to a plainly incompetent child; his brows ascended slightly. "Don't worry yourself over something ridiculous. Ghosts cannot hurt you. They cannot touch one hair on your pretty little head." As if to prove his point, his muzzle drooped, enamels tugging nimbly at one of her ivory threads. Upon its release, he took a quick step backwards, occuli surveying her curiously. You'd be better being frightened of me, babe. He thought in amusement, deviance alighting his eyes. I can touch.
Comments: nada. (:
Signature?: No thank youuu. But an image that fades out at the bottom, for a table? Just please don't have it fade out to black, because that's the color of the skin and it'll just blend in. haha. (:
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? hereee
Specific Artist?: estrella, !nfer or crazyy please? (: Whoever wants this, feel free to take all the time you need. I'm in no hurry, so if it'll take you a while to get this done, that's totally fine. ^^ And thank you!
Text: Kronos
Quote: "somewhere in the dark I creep"
Species: Equine
Age: Looks about eight, but he's really around ninety. He's immortal.
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Friesian x Arabian x Mustang
Colour: Black
Physical Appearance: He's really large - he stands at a solid 17 hands. He's pure black, but as he ages he begins to... decay a bit. So here and there his skin is ripping away, revealing some muscle underneath; along his shoulder, on his rump, and a spot on his lower neck. His mane and tail are very thick, and he has a bit of feathering around his hooves.
Personality: He's vicious, hostile, with no respect for any living being other than himself. He even despises himself sometimes. He has a fascination with death, suffering, and blood. He can be quite charming when he feels like putting on a show, but really he's very antisocial. If he can use someone to his advantage, then he will do so, whatever the cost to them may be. Those are the only ones who he may show a bit of kindness to - those who may serve him some kind of purpose. He's very prideful, a leader, and feels that fear is the best motivator.
Images or References:
here
here
here
And the horse used in the current header would be a perfect example, but i couldn't find the original image. (:
Image Ideas: Hmm... there are many ways you could go with this. (: Maybe something to do with life and death. Like showing plants or something, how the ones he comes into contact with die. Or something? Baha. Or you could just do something very dark, gloomy, barren, etc. But creative freedom! If you have any ideas that you think would be good, by all means. (:
Example post with requested character:
Word moved rather fast, even in a land so segregated. Oh, as far as he'd seen no ghost had dared to run upon his lands, try to frighten him in some silly way. Many considered them eerie, ghastly, terrifying. To Kronos, they were just a step away from himself. Something further along, something that part of him yearned for and yet another, larger part fled from, choosing to continue to live in this half-life of his. Monotonous, oh yes; but there were small pricks of light that made the time pass a bit quicker. Little sparks of excitement. The ghosts were nothing to Kronos, they were a bore. Pathetic. No threat. They could not even touch any living being, so why was everyone so afraid? They should have reserved their fear for him, and the rest of his race. So like the ghosts, and yet...They could touch.
Truth be told, he couldn't have cared less if these dead beings roamed Arquelle; if they didn't disturb him, why should he care? True, most of the Cadient race was in an uproar over the occurence. It was understandable. They believed they should be the only race who could be perceived as...not quite alive. And, normally, Kronos might have agreed with them. Might have become utterly vicious and indignant about the matter, might have become so bullheaded, that if his wishes were not granted he would have been inclined to start a war. But he was rebellious at heart, and one simple fact remained that changed the situation: Thanatos was furious about the matter. So the natural thing in Kronos' mind was to support these ghosts. Anything that irritated his father was worth the trouble. Childish? He didn't really care.
Terydient was quiet, as always. Lifeless, if you will. Apathy was sure to be present at this idiotic meeting that was being called, but he was the Cadient Emperor after all, was he not? He was certainly expected to show; and though he defied his father frequently, he wasn't an idiot. Doing so to the other heavenlies wasn't in his agenda, and so he moved with a grudging, ambling pace. Muscular appendages stretched; taut sinew tensing occasionally as he moved, his speed gradually increasing despite his lack of enthusiasm. Kronos and social events did not tend to mix. One gruesome smile and he could easily clear the space around him, after all. Those others - especially the bird horses - were so easy to make ill at ease; one misshapen piece of flesh, one emaciated body and they flew away like skittish pests. Their predictability was as equally amusing as it was irritating.
The journey from his home to Orchid Vale took quite a while; it was an expansive route, but eventually he made it to the scene of the meeting. And it appeared that everything was in full swing. Including the arguments. How delightful. The goddesses he noticed first; they shimmered, almost like the ghosts that were the entire point of this little gathering. But they were more enchanting; except for Lyria's eyes and Thalissa's protruding horn, but who was he to judge? He only half-listened to the words pouring from open lips; half-drivel, half mad sense. Until, that is, he heard a slightly familiar voice. "I know little of this race you have wrought. What, to be blunt, are they? An army?" Inwardly, he chortled. Limbs moved toward the damsel clad in white, a little smirk coiled upon his labrums.
"What have you to fear, dear one?" His words were soft, as if spoken to a plainly incompetent child; his brows ascended slightly. "Don't worry yourself over something ridiculous. Ghosts cannot hurt you. They cannot touch one hair on your pretty little head." As if to prove his point, his muzzle drooped, enamels tugging nimbly at one of her ivory threads. Upon its release, he took a quick step backwards, occuli surveying her curiously. You'd be better being frightened of me, babe. He thought in amusement, deviance alighting his eyes. I can touch.
Comments: nada. (:
Signature?: No thank youuu. But an image that fades out at the bottom, for a table? Just please don't have it fade out to black, because that's the color of the skin and it'll just blend in. haha. (:
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? hereee
Specific Artist?: estrella, !nfer or crazyy please? (: Whoever wants this, feel free to take all the time you need. I'm in no hurry, so if it'll take you a while to get this done, that's totally fine. ^^ And thank you!
