Post by +Skyler+ on Nov 13, 2009 21:30:00 GMT -5
`Dämon Night
where are you now?
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``FULL NAME Dämon Night
``NICKNAMES Night
``AGE 16
``GENDER Male
``SPECIES Demon
``POWERS
- Shadow Walk- Can walk into a shadow and appear in a whole different place. Drains his energy but it works very well.
- Poisin Blade- He can make his blade into poison. It is highly affected against angels and can even kill one. It zaps some of his blood in the process.
``ETHNICITY German
``RELIGION None
``SEXUALITY Straight
``STATUS Single
``OCCUPATION OR GRADE 10th
``PLAYED BY None
cause i'm thinking of you
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``CHARACTER NAME LIKES
- Football
- Sleeping
- Vampires
- Running
- Fighting With His Blade
``CHARACTER NAME DISLIKES
- Angels
- Werewolves
- Annoying Girls
- Being Bothered
- Male's Getting All Protective Over Their GirlFriends
``FEARS
- Going Back To Hell
- Falling For A Angel
``SECRETS
- He Is Half-Angel
``GOALS
- Strongest Demon Known
``PARENTS NAMES
- Erik Night
- Samantha Night
``SIBLING NAMES
- Elizabeth Night
you showed me how
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``PERSONALITY[/color]
Dämon is not a nice demon. He has a very brutul personality. He only helps himself and no one else. It's like the world revolves around him. Dämon thinks that he can boss everyone around and make them do what he wants them to do just because he is a demon and the son of a devil. His smart alec remarks and bad tounge (cussing tounge) got him a bad reputation at the school. Yet his scores on test are very high so that seems to block most of the bad stuff in the teachers book. He seems very outgoing and competitive so don't try to go against him, he might take it a bit to far and you will get injured.
Dämon is a male through and through. He uses brute force to get what he wants instead of being polite. He hated against angel's makes the species weary, espicially Skyler, who he really wants to kill. His spiteful behavior is much like his demon blood and that get's him a reputation iin the vampire world. He is good friends with a bunch of high class Vampires and ghost and goons so watch your back if he hates you. Dämon shows no mercy, so beware of this Demon.
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how to live like i do
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``HISTORY[/color]
Dämon Night was born on a stormy night of May 5, 1993. His parents where high in society devils and where respected by all vampires, goons, goblins, and ghosts. He was not spoiled but had to earn everything in his life. He worked hard and did great even for a stuck up ass. Dämon respect's his elders and parents and other adult creatures but does not respect their children, why should he? He grew up a ass to all kids his age but a perfect gentlemen to people who who older then her.
As he turned 14, his parents sent him to the Blackthorne Academy. He resented at first, but then finally settled in. At least he didn't have his nagging sister and he could be at peace. As the days past, he began to watch Skyler, a angel. He hated her for what she was and wounded her twice without anyone knowing. She kept from saying it as well, yet she still bares the marks of his attacks. Two thin blade marks on her back. He wants to kill her species off one day, but with Skyler liking a vampire and she having a strong Angel friend he knows that it is time to back off....for now.
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if it wasn't for you
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It was a misty morning. The sun barely peeked from behind the buildings. It had rained all night, the ground so cold and wet. The small bits of grass alongside the pavement clung to the sidewalk as though that could protect it from the likes of man. No birds sang their happy tunes, the usual sound of barking was gone...and no cars roared down the empty street. Something was wrong....very wrong.
Then....they appeared.
~The Fallen Angel~
He walked with grace like no other. He was the one on the left, yet he drew the most attention. He had long, pearly white/purple hair that clung around his face. His skin was perfect, the golden color that white chicks would die for. He had soft, intellegant blue eyes. He was tall, yet not the bulky man type. He was lean and slim, yet with muscles. A black jacket clung to his chest the top open. A long, slung black tank was tight against his chest. His pants fit smugly on his perfectly muscled thighs and legs. Black as his jacket and shirt. He woar no shoes but that didn't affect his....godlike beauty. Then, you could gasp at the set of large, night black wings that uncurled from his back. He was a Fallen Angel.
+The Warrior+
The figure on the right was more....manly. His hair was wild, yet not long, yet it touched his ears yet was no farther then the bottom of his earlobe. It was a wild, shaggy dirty blond yet with honey in it. He had breathtaking dark, moss green eyes. His skin was a creamy white yet smooth and untouched. He was tall, like his brother, yet a inch shorter. He had muscles, yet with lean like the Fallen Angel. He wore a dark green shirt, no sleeves, that you had to zip up. Gloves fit smugly on his hands, and elbow pads as well. A dark, green/black flame tattoo sprouted from above the right elbow pad. Pants fit loosely on his legs, the same color as his shirt. On his back, wicked silver, was a long blade. He was a warrior indeed.
*The Ice Princess*
The last figure would melt your heart right then at the first glance. She was beautiful...unique is so many ways. Her hair was snowy white, with silver running through. It fell way past her waist in elegant ripples of curls. She had a heart-shaped face with large, deep root-beer brown eyes. She had pale, snowy white skin so soft and delicate if you touched. She was small, barely standing up to either of her protector's shoulders. She was very thin, as though she had been starving herself. A low-cut, short white dress clung to her body. It swooped low in the front, and clung to her belly then swirled out at the bottom. Her straps where lace and thin as though they would break at any second. She had nothing else to defend herself, yet beware, she looked delicate but she was the Ice Princess.
Then....they appeared.
~The Fallen Angel~
He walked with grace like no other. He was the one on the left, yet he drew the most attention. He had long, pearly white/purple hair that clung around his face. His skin was perfect, the golden color that white chicks would die for. He had soft, intellegant blue eyes. He was tall, yet not the bulky man type. He was lean and slim, yet with muscles. A black jacket clung to his chest the top open. A long, slung black tank was tight against his chest. His pants fit smugly on his perfectly muscled thighs and legs. Black as his jacket and shirt. He woar no shoes but that didn't affect his....godlike beauty. Then, you could gasp at the set of large, night black wings that uncurled from his back. He was a Fallen Angel.
+The Warrior+
The figure on the right was more....manly. His hair was wild, yet not long, yet it touched his ears yet was no farther then the bottom of his earlobe. It was a wild, shaggy dirty blond yet with honey in it. He had breathtaking dark, moss green eyes. His skin was a creamy white yet smooth and untouched. He was tall, like his brother, yet a inch shorter. He had muscles, yet with lean like the Fallen Angel. He wore a dark green shirt, no sleeves, that you had to zip up. Gloves fit smugly on his hands, and elbow pads as well. A dark, green/black flame tattoo sprouted from above the right elbow pad. Pants fit loosely on his legs, the same color as his shirt. On his back, wicked silver, was a long blade. He was a warrior indeed.
*The Ice Princess*
The last figure would melt your heart right then at the first glance. She was beautiful...unique is so many ways. Her hair was snowy white, with silver running through. It fell way past her waist in elegant ripples of curls. She had a heart-shaped face with large, deep root-beer brown eyes. She had pale, snowy white skin so soft and delicate if you touched. She was small, barely standing up to either of her protector's shoulders. She was very thin, as though she had been starving herself. A low-cut, short white dress clung to her body. It swooped low in the front, and clung to her belly then swirled out at the bottom. Her straps where lace and thin as though they would break at any second. She had nothing else to defend herself, yet beware, she looked delicate but she was the Ice Princess.
i don't know what i'd do
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``YOUR NAME Margarita
``NICKNAMES Reese
``WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? my email or pm me.
``WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Proboards
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