Post by dia on Apr 25, 2006 18:49:27 GMT -5
The screaming: Diavolo
Meaning of the namesake: Devil
Round and round: Four
Chromosomes to love with: Hellion
Lineage of the fear: Irish Heavy Draft
Sould of him: Darq
Example Post (from another rp):
..There is a form in the distance, a lone silioeotte against the horizon. A demon? A god? Yes, a god. Which one? A single whisper through the atmosphere, cold rage seems to be what it's made of. The Devil. A different name, Diavolo, but it is he. Lord of Darkness, Father of Evil, Conquerour of Hell. Diavolo. The single lyric, the single scream. Fear; you rank of it as he nears. But what form is he in? The carcass nears the border of the realm, tresses swaying.Tresses? Equid! He has come as an equid. Now torment would rain down, and this land would become his Hell..
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Sneer wraps upon the equid's corrupted visage, his appendiges creeping into the realm. Creeping, not duo tracking, trio beating, etc. Ebonite carcass tears upon the geo, hollows pitched to the bulk of his massive skull, russet visionares narrowed to deathly slits as they surveyed the realm. Whip cord lashed his scarred flank, beaded with crimson. And not his own. Then who's crimson did the devil possess along his peltage? Well, could be anyone. But iot truth, it was simply the blood suckers that ever tormented him, and perhaps a slight hint of his own. Suddenly, the lone corpse moves on, vanishing into the lumber.
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..Corpse of the Devil continues it's movement through the timber which he had recently entered, the Demon God's pednulum occasionally tangling within the foliage. Hollows flickered, his nape splendidly arched, though hard to predict such a thing from a distance. No surprise here though: He is massivly tall. Around 18 hands to be precise, even odd for the form he had come as. Friesian..
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Slight chuckle rumbled his chassi, cold, ruthless. Aye, serpentine was arched magnifecently, but there was a strange way it was. As though it was to tell all, I am the Lord, you fools. Plush was near his chest, the hellbender moving n, titaniums lashing the undergrowth...silently. Strange, but what wasn't about this brute? He was The Devil in equis form. Such a thing had beeen heard of, but he wasn't here to simpl;y find new heartless souls for his collection. No, he was here to stay.
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..Finally, the structure of fright nears, the obsidian of his peltage glimmering slightly. Not as though a show equid would, just simply pure health. And royalty. Suddenly a snort flares through his paper thins, zenith high as occuli eye the realm..
---
And from this perch, the Devil watched this realm. Barren, cold, and a source of aqua. Murky, boggy, but there was aqua. And he knew it was simply the shores that he would rule, but the shores were the key link to the whole realm. If he posessed the outer rim, he tormented the whole domain, every domain. And so skull was thrown to the heavens, no matter how he despised them. Kissers peeled back, enamals baring as a call struck through the realm, blood curdling and harks splitting. His own twin towers sunk farther into his chiseled dial as appendiges scalded the atmosphere. And once again, cresents flared as corpse rammed to the geo, rubble sprayed everywhere.
Meaning of the namesake: Devil
Round and round: Four
Chromosomes to love with: Hellion
Lineage of the fear: Irish Heavy Draft
Sould of him: Darq
Example Post (from another rp):
..There is a form in the distance, a lone silioeotte against the horizon. A demon? A god? Yes, a god. Which one? A single whisper through the atmosphere, cold rage seems to be what it's made of. The Devil. A different name, Diavolo, but it is he. Lord of Darkness, Father of Evil, Conquerour of Hell. Diavolo. The single lyric, the single scream. Fear; you rank of it as he nears. But what form is he in? The carcass nears the border of the realm, tresses swaying.Tresses? Equid! He has come as an equid. Now torment would rain down, and this land would become his Hell..
---
Sneer wraps upon the equid's corrupted visage, his appendiges creeping into the realm. Creeping, not duo tracking, trio beating, etc. Ebonite carcass tears upon the geo, hollows pitched to the bulk of his massive skull, russet visionares narrowed to deathly slits as they surveyed the realm. Whip cord lashed his scarred flank, beaded with crimson. And not his own. Then who's crimson did the devil possess along his peltage? Well, could be anyone. But iot truth, it was simply the blood suckers that ever tormented him, and perhaps a slight hint of his own. Suddenly, the lone corpse moves on, vanishing into the lumber.
---
..Corpse of the Devil continues it's movement through the timber which he had recently entered, the Demon God's pednulum occasionally tangling within the foliage. Hollows flickered, his nape splendidly arched, though hard to predict such a thing from a distance. No surprise here though: He is massivly tall. Around 18 hands to be precise, even odd for the form he had come as. Friesian..
---
Slight chuckle rumbled his chassi, cold, ruthless. Aye, serpentine was arched magnifecently, but there was a strange way it was. As though it was to tell all, I am the Lord, you fools. Plush was near his chest, the hellbender moving n, titaniums lashing the undergrowth...silently. Strange, but what wasn't about this brute? He was The Devil in equis form. Such a thing had beeen heard of, but he wasn't here to simpl;y find new heartless souls for his collection. No, he was here to stay.
---
..Finally, the structure of fright nears, the obsidian of his peltage glimmering slightly. Not as though a show equid would, just simply pure health. And royalty. Suddenly a snort flares through his paper thins, zenith high as occuli eye the realm..
---
And from this perch, the Devil watched this realm. Barren, cold, and a source of aqua. Murky, boggy, but there was aqua. And he knew it was simply the shores that he would rule, but the shores were the key link to the whole realm. If he posessed the outer rim, he tormented the whole domain, every domain. And so skull was thrown to the heavens, no matter how he despised them. Kissers peeled back, enamals baring as a call struck through the realm, blood curdling and harks splitting. His own twin towers sunk farther into his chiseled dial as appendiges scalded the atmosphere. And once again, cresents flared as corpse rammed to the geo, rubble sprayed everywhere.
Awesome!
