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 Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 6:50 pm
[1.] Dakota Jence
[2.] Samael Wevynn
[3.] Calet Madoc
[3.] Jenson Aquilo
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 8:05 pm
 ____  ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ __ “You don’t have to like me, but you will respect me.” Dakota Jence
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[ αll αвouτ mε ]
age[♥] Twenty-seven.
gender[♥] Male.
b-day[♥] June 16
height[♥] 6’4”
weight[♥] 180lbs
attire[♥] Just a casual day. -- Exercise, anyone? -- The beast in me.
race[♥] Lycanthrope.
powers[♥] Ability to shift at will. Enhanced strength, speed, and senses.
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[ ɗig α ℓiττℓε ɗεεpεя ]
likes[♥]
[ ✰✰✰ ] Sex
[ ✰✰✰ ] Fighting
[ ✰✰✰ ] Power
[ ✰✰✰ ] Food
dislikes[♥]
[ ✰✰✰ ] Disrespect
[ ✰✰✰ ] Weak challenges
[ ✰✰✰ ] Lower ranks challenging higher ranks
[ ✰✰✰ ] Idiocy
fears[♥]
[ ✰✰✰ ] Death
[ ✰✰✰ ] Being taken of his rank
[ ✰✰✰ ] Losing
[ ✰✰✰ ] Vampires
mind [♥]
Dakota is your everyday hothead. He’s one of those people that will blow up at even the smallest thing, and just about chew your head off with his own teeth. Perhaps even literally. Really, Dakota isn’t the romantic type, or really even the type to give more than two shits about someone he doesn’t care about. His mate is the only one to know his fun side, seeing as she would most likely experience it every night in the bedroom. But that would probably be the only way he shows affection, other than the little pet names he gives her.
memories[♥]
Dakota was born into a different pack than his current one. His mother was an omega, having been raped by a rogue male while she was out. Coming back, she managed to tell the alphas when she found out, and they allowed her to keep the monstrosity. Nine months later? Meet Dakota.
Growing up, the cub was never accepted amongst the others. He was bullied; pushed around as if he were nothing but a lowly omega – in which at the time, he was. Being born into the lowest rank of the low, he couldn’t control how the others treated him. Well, at the time he couldn’t. But when he grew to be around the age of ten, he finally had enough. One of the meanest bullies ran home crying with a broken nose that was gushing blood: thanks to Dakota. Since then, none of the others around his age messed with him.
Around the age of fifteen, he found his rank as a warrior. For now, he was content with the idea of being in such a place, at least until his mother died. She grew ill, falling to death not long after – which was when Dakota set out on his own.
Years passed that the lycan was alone; traveling throughout many places in search of something he didn’t know of yet. But one day, he came across a few others who were of his own breed, but were a part of the pack. Upon spotting him, the scouts took him to their alpha to decide what would become of the ‘intruder’. Dakota being Dakota, he mouthed off to the alpha, who found it quite humorous; therefore giving him a chance to prove himself in the pack. A few fights and deaths later, and Dakota made his way up to warrior rank. This time, it was not enough. This time, he wanted more.
The power hungry animal inside of him grew, and he continued to fight his way up, killing the beta male and the alpha male – and eventually, the alpha female. With their deaths, Dakota took his rightful place as alpha male, having earned such a title by fighting his way up the food chain. And now here he is, still leading the pack even though most of the lycans within it probably despise him.
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[ α biτ εxτяα ]
theme[♥] Mudvayne - Dig___Sick Puppies – Going Down
partner[♥] Sara Jence, the Alpha Female
candy[♥] Very heterosexual
color[♥] Black and Navy
gawdz0rz [♥]
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 2:20 pm
 xxx ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ __ “Power is holding someone else’s fear in your hands and showing it to them.” Samael Wevynn
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[ αll αвouτ mε ]
age[♥] 4,000 years.
gender[♥] Male
b-day[♥] December 12
height[♥] 6’3”
weight[♥] 170lbs
attire[♥] I - Dislike - Clothes
race[♥] Black Dragon First Ambassador
powers[♥] Shifting at will; breathing fire; flying
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[ ɗig α ℓiττℓε ɗεεpεя ]
likes[♥]
[ ✰✰✰ ] Power
[ ✰✰✰ ] Fortune
[ ✰✰✰ ] Women
[ ✰✰✰ ] Fighting
dislikes[♥]
[ ✰✰✰ ] So-called ‘Love’
[ ✰✰✰ ] So-called ‘Friends’
[ ✰✰✰ ] Losing
[ ✰✰✰ ] Boring challenges
fears[♥]
[ ✰✰✰ ] So-called ‘Love’
[ ✰✰✰ ] Dying (although I won’t admit it)
[ ✰✰✰ ] Getting too close to people
[ ✰✰✰ ] Being touched by unfamiliar people
mind [♥]
I honestly don't like to be around a lot of people, so I'll most likely be off to the side on my own in large groups. I'm the type of person that just stares at you when you try to talk to me and either remains silent or says a smart comment in reply. I honestly don't care about other people, and mostly do things for my own gain or if I'm commanded to by my king and queen. Really, half the time I don't even follow orders from my king, but I do know my place... for now. When I am ordered to do something, I do it damn well or not at all.
memories[♥]
My past is nothing special. I was an every day kid born into the kingdom of dragons. My parents were nothing special; just peasants that got by each day with loads of work and very little money. Like I said, they were nobodies... which meant I was a nobody at first. Of course, once I grew old enough to realize that I would be the dirt that everyone walked on, I was unhappy with that. It mostly hit me when I had one of the boys whose family was favored over mine decide that he would try to 'beat me up'. That didn't fly well, and in fact we did fight.. and I won. I kicked the s**t out of the little b*****d. From that moment on, I realized that I was not going to let this pass. I would make something of myself, and I would take down anyone who got in my way. Literally.
Around my eighty-third birthday, I started raising my rank. I became a warrior and fought in the wars for a good... I dunno, three hundred years? I was one of the best they had for the most part. I didn't back down, I fought until I couldn't fight no more, and my pain tolerance was sky high. My recognition as a warrior was what brought me to... her. The female dragon that stole my heart. God damn, I hate talking about her.
She was a black dragon, just like me. In fact, we were born around the same time, our brood's being different but our age not that far apart. Maybe a good... fifty years? Anyway. She had become a healer not long after I became a warrior; and we had often kept our eyes on one another, but never approached. Believe it or not, I haven't always been like this. I was quite shy around her, and was often stuttering with my words or blushing when she spoke to me on random occasion. Though, when I became recognized for my achievements as a warrior, we began to talk. She approached me first, and it was the occasional flirty talk every now and then until she really asked me out. We went out a few times, hit it off perfectly, and... well, became mates. Life was ******** fantastic for what seemed like eternity. My rank continued to raise, and our love continued to flourish.
Just before I became ambassador, another war had happened. I was called off to fight, and she was called off to aid the wounded. We stayed near one another, but something happened... I really can't even remember what did it, but something killed her. My love... she was dead. I found her body atop a few others who were also gone, and I just.... mourned. I cried. It was the first and only time I have ever cried in my life, but it lasted for what seemed like hours. I lay there beside her dead body, curled around it... crying.
That event changed my life forever. Since my love's death, I had become a more strict person. I was angrier, rougher, quieter... I ended up not caring about others, and I did things for my own personal gain. And eventually, that time to become ambassador came up once more. It was more of something that had happened before, though. Perhaps a few years after my love had died, I was sent into human lands to investigate what was going on. And considering that we have human forms, it wasn't that hard to blend. Wearing sunglasses gets me far places, you know! So, finding the right people, I revealed who I was... and lied to them. I told them that I wanted to get rid of my current king and queen, and that I was wanting to side with them in an attempt to do so. Foolish humans believed me, too! I knew they would fail at this, and with a few days of planning and gaining proof of their attempts, I turned them into the previous king and queen. The plotting humans were killed, and I was promoted to my current rank. From then on out, I have been at this same rank. And once the current queen took over the kingdom, she decided to keep me at her side. I'm just that damn good, eh?
The king, however, Balsius... I butt heads with him a lot. We do not see eye to eye, and he does know that I am craving the power over this kingdom as well as others. Well, he knows to an extent. I have been caught getting too close to the queen, and yet she trusts me and does not see it as anything but friendly or as business. But one day, I will take control. One day I will kill whoever is in my way, and I will have power over everything I want.
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[ α biτ εxτяα ]
theme[♥] Mudvayne – A New Gamexxxxx Dimmu Borgir - Puritania
partner[♥] Never.
candy[♥] Very heterosexual
color[♥] Black and Red
gawdz0rz [♥]
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 9:01 am
 ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ __ Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you've never met. Calet Madoc
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[ αll αвouτ mε ]
age[♥] 5,498 years.
gender[♥] Male.
b-day[♥] July 14th
height[♥] 5'11"
weight[♥] 143 lbs
attire[♥] Just Keep Hoping
race[♥] Vampire Healer.
powers[♥] Heightened senses; Faster movement and reflexes; Superior strength; Quick healing; Compel victims into dream states and ideas.
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[ ɗig α ℓiττℓε ɗεεpεя ]
likes[♥]
[ ✰✰✰ ] Reading
[ ✰✰✰ ] Observing
[ ✰✰✰ ] Speaking in Latin
[ ✰✰✰ ] Walking in the graveyard at night
dislikes[♥]
[ ✰✰✰ ] Sleeping
[ ✰✰✰ ] Children who think they know it all
[ ✰✰✰ ] Complicated technology
[ ✰✰✰ ] Ignorant women
fears[♥]
[ ✰✰✰ ] The sun
[ ✰✰✰ ] Fire
[ ✰✰✰ ] Being enslave to another race
[ ✰✰✰ ] Pain
mind [♥]
I'm really the type of person that tries not to get too involved in drama. I stand to the side, in the crowd, when something pops up... unless I feel the need to step in, of course. Though, when I feel strongly about something, I will give my input; as most people would. Most would say I'm quiet, but when they get to know me I am quite funny - but always a gentleman.
memories[♥]
My life began a long, long time ago... and ended not long after that. I honestly can't say that I remember too much of the beginning of my past, aside from when I was turned into a vampire. All I know is that I was sleeping, and I woke up to a man literally pinning me down, biting my neck. I did not understand what was happening, but I knew it hurt like hell. And soon enough... all went black. The process of being turned was excruciating; but I survived, and here I am.
Aside from when I was turned, though, my memory goes back to about... oh, two hundred years ago. My coming to this kingdom was beyond that, as well as the fact that I became a respected man with a low title. Becoming anywhere near royalty was never a goal of mine, for I have always been satisfied as a lower-ranking member. Of course, that's not to say that I agree with one hundred percent of the decisions that the kingdom makes, but I follow the rules as all should.
Around two years ago, I was exploring the human kingdom when I came across this... young girl. Far too young for even my physical age, it seemed, but something about her had caught my attention and kept it there. I watched her for a few days; studied her and attempted to understand her. It was a hard thing to do in such a short time, but I became entranced by this young adult. Something about her was drawing me in, and no matter how hard I tried to stop.... I couldn't. Close friends have always said I like young girls with big eyes and adorable smiles.. heh.
Anyway; I finally got up the guts to talk to her - since I'm quite shy - and managed to introduce myself. But I knew just how dangerous it was to do such a thing. She is a human and I am a vampire. Two enemies cannot be friends, can they? One would think that I am old enough to know that answer... but I do not.
Not long after my introduction, I began to give her little... love notes. Hehe, call me immature and cheesy; but it is the only way that I am able to confess my attraction and deepest desire to her. She has found out that she does mean a lot to someone she barely knows - but she does not know who. Sometimes I will stop in and tell her hello; that I was just traveling by again, though she thinks I am a simple human traveling and selling goods. We will keep this secret for now... at least until she pieces together all of the hints and finally completes the puzzle. Once she does that, then we will see what happens.
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[ α biτ εxτяα ]
theme[♥] This World Cant Tear Us Apart -- Wait For Me
partner[♥] Nobody realistically yet.
candy[♥] Heterosexual
color[♥] Dark Blue and Dim Gray
gawdz0rz [♥]
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 11:37 pm
 ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ __ "If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant:
if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome." Jenson Aquilo
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[ αll αвouτ mε ]
age[♥] 3,452
gender[♥] Male
b-day[♥] January 2
height[♥] 6'2"
weight[♥] 170 lbs
attire[♥] Most days. Relaxation. A bit too chilly. Wings are for girls.
race[♥] Faerie Winter King
powers[♥] Control over the entire Winter season. Ability to force exteriors on plants to die in order to prepare them for a new beginning to come in the spring. Bringing frost into the season and wiping a new, clean slate for the world to start over with. Create items such as swords or arrows with ice during the winter season.
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[ ɗig α ℓiττℓε ɗεεpεя ]
likes[♥]
[ ✰✰✰ ] Frost
[ ✰✰✰ ] Snocones
[ ✰✰✰ ] Cherries
[ ✰✰✰ ] Organization
dislikes[♥]
[ ✰✰✰ ] When people refer to winter as 'death'
[ ✰✰✰ ] Pie
[ ✰✰✰ ] Ice cream
[ ✰✰✰ ] Leaves
fears[♥]
[ ✰✰✰ ] Intense heat
[ ✰✰✰ ] Burning to death
[ ✰✰✰ ] Dogs
[ ✰✰✰ ] Not having snowfall
mind [♥]
As a 'King', I am highly polite and professional in public, and I prove that I am able to be a good leader. By leader, I mean leading the coldest season into success. It is my duty to be the Winter King, and that is what I'm going to do.
When it comes to my personality, I suppose many people say I 'do not have one'. I am entirely reserved, and am often described as passive-aggressive. Though I do not physically show my anger, I may sometimes show it with words. When I do become bellicose, my words are spat quickly and accurately, and many people often are unable to follow me when I insult them. This is not intentional, of course, but more so a habit than anything else. Some say I am shy and that is the reason to my passive-aggressive nature, and others say that it is because of the season I tame. I disagree with both of these assumptions, to be honest.
Another thing that some people are well-aware of about me is my organization. They call it Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, and I do not really disagree with that. I prefer things to be organized; sometimes to the point where it does take over some of the things I do. If something is misplaced, I become aggravated and worrisome. If something is moved out of order, I become the same way yet again. It is a cycle; and that is why most people will see my castle items in a specific order rather than cluttered.
memories[♥]
I was born as an only child to the previous Winter King and his wife. The story is just like most people see in a story-book, and many people knew what it was like just from seeing it from an outside point of view, but I suppose I shall go into detail and explain it. My father was far from loving; more so neglectful than anything. He wanted me to be focused on my school work (learning about the seasons, as well as the basic things) so I would be prepared to take over his position later on in life. Not to say he also wanted me to rule with a strong, merciless hand when it came my time. My mother, on the other hand, was a loving woman who knew how to calm my father, and wanted me to be a gentleman to the fullest. She wanted me to find someone to love; to bring them into my life and treat them with care and respect as my father showed her (only her, it seemed). Though even with all their wishing and hoping, I was always going to be a disappointment.
Sometime while I was in my teens, my mother grew very ill with a sickness that no one was able to cure. My father did everything in his power to help her; he left his duties as the Winter King to the side, and he did whatever he could to heal my mother. Called in shamans, spoke to the other courts, and even to the High Court... yet, in the end, the truth was inevitable and it was no doubt that my father was crushed. The last few days he had with her were spent locked up in their chambers; him crying at her feet and just hoping and wishing she would wake up and be all right. But she did not wake up; and she was not all right. The old woman died in her chambers; and my father spent a day or two after that with her... almost as if he were wanting to perform some sort of magic to raise her from her permanent sleeping spell.
Within a few days, my father emerged from his chambers. My mother was taken and buried in the royal graveyard, and my father then returned to his duties. He spent most of his time working; ruling the Winter Season with a cold and strong hand, as well as showing no mercy to anyone or anything at all. He continued to neglect me, but by this point I had been far too used to it that I saw nothing wrong. So, rather than becoming hurt and offended by his ways, I remained a silent son and continued with my studies. I did as I was told, and waited for my time to take over.
It seemed like centuries after my mother's death that my father followed. He was growing old and fragile, and it was obvious in his appearance. Some say he let himself go once my mother died, and others say that it was the depression and hatred for the world that finally caught up with him. Whatever the reason, it was clear as day that the man was soon to fall to his death. Yet, rather than waiting it out and allowing death to take him when it was ready... he quickened the pace. All I really remember is coming home one day after my studying out in the snowy field, and finding my father dead. He had gotten ahold of an iron dagger and slashed his wrists deeply with it, giving himself the peace that he had oh so craved since the night my mother had gone. I couldn't blame him, really... he was a miserable man without her, and nobody enjoyed his company. Not to say they did before my mother's death, but after her death... well, let's just say he was much worse. He was aggressive, and he would strike anyone who would oppose him within his kingdom. Needless to say, everyone was quite happy when I was to take over... yet, they were only hoping I would not be as harsh as my father had been.
For the first few years, ruling the Winter Season was rough. I was uncomfortable with it, as I really didn't understand what all had to be done. My father had not taken the time to teach me his ways, and I had really only learned from minor observation and book study. Though, I was quick to catch on, one could say... and within the few years that I took over, the Winter Season was running smoothly. Not as harshly as my father had made it, but not as light and fluffy as some had made it out to be. In the end, I was just like my father, only more so passive aggressive than outright aggressive, and not as entirely harsh. And whether or not people have come to appreciate that little bit of a difference, I wasn't too interested to find out.
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[ α biτ εxτяα ]
theme[♥] Almost Over Silhouettes
partner[♥] None
candy[♥] Heterosexual
color[♥] navy and lightslategray
gawdz0rz [♥]
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