Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 1:30:45 GMT
Name: Enigma
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Hero or Villain?: Villain
Canon or OC?: OC
Personality:
Enigma thrives on chaos, and enjoys keeping people around him off balance. To that end, he can be extremely antagonistic, evasive, insulting, or even kind as the mood strikes him, and, thanks to his keen intellect and cunning, he can change personalities at the drop of a hat. He tends to view such things as Good, Evil, Right, and Wrong as abstract rather than absolute. His motives and agenda are mysteries to any who cross his path, and his allegiance suspect at best. The safest bet to gain his loyalty, tenuous though it may be, is to remain as interesting to him as possible.
Appearance: A lithe, rangy creature strongly resembling a canine, though his poise and claws resemble those of a feline, his body is built for speed and agility. Long, sharp fangs fill his maw, and a mane of black fur runs between his ears and down the back of his neck, stopping just shy of his shoulders. Bright, blood red hair covers his leathery hide, and gleaming yellow eyes gaze from beneath bony brows. A long, supple tail ends in a pincer-split, and his total length is close to nine feet long, from nose to tail tip. His ears are slender at the base, and widen as as they extend, ending in almost squarish tips, and are fully mobile. His snout has a slight upward curve to it.
Image:
Brief History: Born of the pure essence of raw Chaos, Enigma quickly established himself as a powerful figure in the Darklands. Too powerful to be ignored off hand or disposed of arbitrarily, he cultivated allies carefully, and seemingly at random, until the customs and traditions of the Darklands threatened to plunge the entire region into full-scale warfare if he were killed. Since then, Enigma contented himself with keeping everyone guessing what his intentions might be, and trying to understand his motivations. Despite having no clan of his own, he is still ranked among the Masters, and is a major player in the never ending intrigues and conspiracies that mark the everyday life of the Darklands.
However, all of that changed one day when Enigma vanished from the Darklands, and found himself in a strange jungle...
Sample Post: Calm yellow eyes surveyed the lush greenery surrounding him as a slow, languid movement ended with the beast in a seated position, long tail extended straight behind him. An intrigued grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he looked slowly around. As soon as his eyes had opened, he knew he wasn't anywhere near the Darklands. Plant life, especially any of any great size, was rare enough, and such thick greenery unheard of. He closed his eyes, and swiveled his ears around, sniffing at the air as he thought things through.
After several minutes, Enigma's ears flattened back beside his head where they usually stayed, pointed backwards, and up at a slight angle. He was as still as a statue for a while, letting his thoughts flow together. Then, without warning, his eyes snapped opened, and he darted forward, weaving through the jungle at great speed. Somebody had brought him here for a reason. It seemed like he was to play their game, though he'd abide by his own rules, like he always had.
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Hero or Villain?: Villain
Canon or OC?: OC
Personality:
Enigma thrives on chaos, and enjoys keeping people around him off balance. To that end, he can be extremely antagonistic, evasive, insulting, or even kind as the mood strikes him, and, thanks to his keen intellect and cunning, he can change personalities at the drop of a hat. He tends to view such things as Good, Evil, Right, and Wrong as abstract rather than absolute. His motives and agenda are mysteries to any who cross his path, and his allegiance suspect at best. The safest bet to gain his loyalty, tenuous though it may be, is to remain as interesting to him as possible.
Appearance: A lithe, rangy creature strongly resembling a canine, though his poise and claws resemble those of a feline, his body is built for speed and agility. Long, sharp fangs fill his maw, and a mane of black fur runs between his ears and down the back of his neck, stopping just shy of his shoulders. Bright, blood red hair covers his leathery hide, and gleaming yellow eyes gaze from beneath bony brows. A long, supple tail ends in a pincer-split, and his total length is close to nine feet long, from nose to tail tip. His ears are slender at the base, and widen as as they extend, ending in almost squarish tips, and are fully mobile. His snout has a slight upward curve to it.
Image:
Brief History: Born of the pure essence of raw Chaos, Enigma quickly established himself as a powerful figure in the Darklands. Too powerful to be ignored off hand or disposed of arbitrarily, he cultivated allies carefully, and seemingly at random, until the customs and traditions of the Darklands threatened to plunge the entire region into full-scale warfare if he were killed. Since then, Enigma contented himself with keeping everyone guessing what his intentions might be, and trying to understand his motivations. Despite having no clan of his own, he is still ranked among the Masters, and is a major player in the never ending intrigues and conspiracies that mark the everyday life of the Darklands.
However, all of that changed one day when Enigma vanished from the Darklands, and found himself in a strange jungle...
Sample Post: Calm yellow eyes surveyed the lush greenery surrounding him as a slow, languid movement ended with the beast in a seated position, long tail extended straight behind him. An intrigued grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he looked slowly around. As soon as his eyes had opened, he knew he wasn't anywhere near the Darklands. Plant life, especially any of any great size, was rare enough, and such thick greenery unheard of. He closed his eyes, and swiveled his ears around, sniffing at the air as he thought things through.
After several minutes, Enigma's ears flattened back beside his head where they usually stayed, pointed backwards, and up at a slight angle. He was as still as a statue for a while, letting his thoughts flow together. Then, without warning, his eyes snapped opened, and he darted forward, weaving through the jungle at great speed. Somebody had brought him here for a reason. It seemed like he was to play their game, though he'd abide by his own rules, like he always had.