Post by ♥ on Feb 5, 2007 14:08:30 GMT -5
Name: Fagin Machura
Race: Half Demon
Age: Unknown, looks 19-ish
Sexuality: Straight as a roundabout
Gender: Male, doi!
Alliance: High evil (Well, evil-going-free-spirit. But basically pure evil. Wouldn't call it an 'alliance' but still. x33 Only thing that stops him raping people is that it takes all the fun out, THAT'S how bad he is.)
Bio: Fagin wasn't born in a pretty situation. He had a demon father, whom he had never got to know, then again, he didn't care. His father had somehow got his human mother with child. She was unaware that her child was some demented hellspawn with a lust for blood. Unable to wait, Fagin had literally clawed his way ot of his mother stomach, leaving a rathe rlarge hole and giving himself a murder record at the tender age of nought. As a growing demon, Fagin used fingers as teething toys- often not attached to the hand and, even if they were, it wasn'tfor long after Fagin got his unnaturally sharp teeth on them. Time passed, Fagin diidn't know how long- was a millenium a hundred or a thousand? Hmm. Regardless of trivialities such as the odd century, Fagin lived his life as normally as a homicidal semi-maniac could. That was, until he met a certain winged child with icy blue eyes and a magnetism to trouble. Deciding the youth could be of use, Fagin had looked after the child as well as a murderer could, and, in turn, the child learned some things. Some things better left forgotten, but best remembered. When, suddenly, he found the child gone, Fagin made it a pastime finding the missing 'companion'. No-one, not even a demon lord, walks out on Fagin Machura, he thought to himself. And thus, Fagin had at least some direction in his haphazrad life, and that faced towards the boy he had known only as Fox. And, he swore, the kid, or man as it, were, now, would pay. In way of looks, Fagin has red hair, depending on the light it can be ginger, firey or even crimson. When the wind, or his hand, vrushes the hair from his forehead slightly, small horns can be seen. He has a long, whiplike tail with a flame at the end- this fire does not burn, at least not with the fierce heat if the flame we know. His eyes are sea green, and the nails on his left hand resemble demonic talons. He wears black most of the time, throwing in crimson and even white when he feels like it. One garment he is rarely caught without is a crimson gauze scarf, that, when thrown over his shoulder after being tied around his neck, falls down to his waist. His build is not muscled, though nor is it thin, more a midway. (Like Fox, Slightly heavier built, though that's not saying too much, really. x3) He has fairly handsome features, often with a sadistic, shark-toothed grin plastered across it, and he has slightly pointed ears at the tips. He also has crimson marks on his cheekbones, and a scar cutting just over his left eyebrow, giving him the constant impression of a cocked brow.
ON HIATUS. x33
Race: Half Demon
Age: Unknown, looks 19-ish
Sexuality: Straight as a roundabout
Gender: Male, doi!
Alliance: High evil (Well, evil-going-free-spirit. But basically pure evil. Wouldn't call it an 'alliance' but still. x33 Only thing that stops him raping people is that it takes all the fun out, THAT'S how bad he is.)
Bio: Fagin wasn't born in a pretty situation. He had a demon father, whom he had never got to know, then again, he didn't care. His father had somehow got his human mother with child. She was unaware that her child was some demented hellspawn with a lust for blood. Unable to wait, Fagin had literally clawed his way ot of his mother stomach, leaving a rathe rlarge hole and giving himself a murder record at the tender age of nought. As a growing demon, Fagin used fingers as teething toys- often not attached to the hand and, even if they were, it wasn'tfor long after Fagin got his unnaturally sharp teeth on them. Time passed, Fagin diidn't know how long- was a millenium a hundred or a thousand? Hmm. Regardless of trivialities such as the odd century, Fagin lived his life as normally as a homicidal semi-maniac could. That was, until he met a certain winged child with icy blue eyes and a magnetism to trouble. Deciding the youth could be of use, Fagin had looked after the child as well as a murderer could, and, in turn, the child learned some things. Some things better left forgotten, but best remembered. When, suddenly, he found the child gone, Fagin made it a pastime finding the missing 'companion'. No-one, not even a demon lord, walks out on Fagin Machura, he thought to himself. And thus, Fagin had at least some direction in his haphazrad life, and that faced towards the boy he had known only as Fox. And, he swore, the kid, or man as it, were, now, would pay. In way of looks, Fagin has red hair, depending on the light it can be ginger, firey or even crimson. When the wind, or his hand, vrushes the hair from his forehead slightly, small horns can be seen. He has a long, whiplike tail with a flame at the end- this fire does not burn, at least not with the fierce heat if the flame we know. His eyes are sea green, and the nails on his left hand resemble demonic talons. He wears black most of the time, throwing in crimson and even white when he feels like it. One garment he is rarely caught without is a crimson gauze scarf, that, when thrown over his shoulder after being tied around his neck, falls down to his waist. His build is not muscled, though nor is it thin, more a midway. (Like Fox, Slightly heavier built, though that's not saying too much, really. x3) He has fairly handsome features, often with a sadistic, shark-toothed grin plastered across it, and he has slightly pointed ears at the tips. He also has crimson marks on his cheekbones, and a scar cutting just over his left eyebrow, giving him the constant impression of a cocked brow.
ON HIATUS. x33
Watashi ureshii. Watashi gakumon Nihongo