Post by abigor rancis morticimo on Feb 12, 2013 18:27:25 GMT -5
INTRODUCING!
ABIGORRANCISMORTICIMO
[/center]NIGHTMARE
now your nightmare comes to life
now your nightmare comes to life
NAME:Abigor Rancis MOticimo (Called Rigor Mortis on the battlefield)
AGE: 100 years, roughly
BIRTHDAY: The 5th of November
GENDER: Male
SPECIES: Demon
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
OCCUPATION: A warrior of Lucius
DRAGGED YA DOWN BELOW
[/color][/size]down to the devil's show[/center]
HEIGHT: 6'4
WEIGHT: 130-135
BUILD: Thin but Muscular
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Violet
INK AND PIERCINGS He's got a body piece that's made up of roses and black feathers on his back, and on his front he's got Elvish for "Fuck Off." Piercing wise, he's got a corset piercing down his back, a tongue piercing, an industrial bar, and snake bites. He sometimes puts in a septum when he's feeling extra racy.:
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:He bears a burn mark on his chest and arm, a few thick scars lacing his back, and cuts and bruises.
POWERS:He's a necromancer, so he'll summon leigons to control for war. But, he usually just fights like a brute with a mace and duel scimitars.
PLAY-BY: Daryl Dixon
TO BE HIS GUEST FOREVER
[/color][/size]peace of mind is less than never![/right]
FEARS: Water, heights, overly harsh lights.
LIKES: Confectionary Sweets, poetry, massages.
DISLIKES: Obnoxious individuals, bad music, white noise.
STRENGTHS: A heavy-weight in drinking, his morale and skill in battle
WEAKNESSES: He's pompous and hates being dirty.
DEEPEST SECRET:He wants to be a leader of a batallion but he is scared he's not good enough.
PERSONALITY:Abigor is never on the sane side of the fence.
He's a nasty person to new people but can be rather friendly to old friends. He's a pompous fool as well, sometimes letting that get the best of him. But, he usually calms himself down after fighting a while. He loves to start fights between two parties and watch the fallout, but he loves starting them and participating as well.
HATE TO TWIST YOUR MIND
[/color][/size]but god ain't on your side[/left]
MOTHER: Aranea-300-Silk spinner/Fortune teller
FATHER: Presumably dead
SIBLINGS: None
CHILDREN: Never
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Nobody yet.
HISTORY: He lived with his mother in a lavish envoirnment when he began fighting other younger demons around him. He made money for himself by holding fights on the streets. collecting bets, and beating the others into bloody messes. After he moved out, he earned enough money to get himself a lavish place, ran a fight club for a while, and settled down comfortably with a cat. It's name is Aamon.
AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE SEVERED
[/color][/size]burn the world, your last endeavor![/center]
Hello. My name is Aaron/Turbo and I've been roleplaying for About six years now Eighteen years I've been living. I found this site by talking to Grey about it and I'm glad to be here. By the way, I read the rules. GRAY IS A SEXY MOFO
RP SAMPLE!
Abigor stopped moving for a moment or two, the smell of iron and coagulation fresh in the still air. It was the smell of freshly drained blood, free from it's tissue and muscle prison. He followed the smell, raising his nose to the air, and flaring his nostrils once he caught it. Peering down in front of him was the body of a mangled girl, caught in the drainage pipes of the city. People were already crowding around and screaming, closing their children's eyes in a desperate attempt to spare their innocence.
'How Redundant.'
He mused as he turned on the heel of his expensive shoes and walked towards the decaying walls of the hotel that held his pent house. Walking in the electronic doors, the smell of fresh food and cheap perfume danced around him like a sleazy hooker and he smirked, taking an eyeful of some woman next to him.
'How Redundant.'
He mused as he turned on the heel of his expensive shoes and walked towards the decaying walls of the hotel that held his pent house. Walking in the electronic doors, the smell of fresh food and cheap perfume danced around him like a sleazy hooker and he smirked, taking an eyeful of some woman next to him.
