Post by warrick on Mar 1, 2006 16:54:00 GMT -5
additions to post in yellow
Name: Poe <nick name Warrick Thorn
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Feather Dragon (mother crossed with a male feather dragon that didn’t show for the trait and hid the fact from her mother, but showed up in Poe)
Corner Preference: Wind
Age: looks in mid 30's
Description: Poe has a messy hair cut, some pieces are as long as his shoulder’s others barely reach his eyes. As for the color, it is dark blue at the roots and gradually gets lighter to where it is white at the tips. Some of his hair falls over his crystal gray color eyes and his light shade of tan skin. His height is 6’5”, and he is toned to near perfection in his weight. To one looking into his face, his mystifying eyes would capture their soul and hold them in a spell. Though if just looking on at him he would look like a goof, he is always laughing and fooling around. He always wears a smile on his face showing off his only his human looking teeth, he hides his sharp fangs within. When he is not acting like a goof, he seems lost in thought and serious. When he is near women is when he is the goofiest, and around men just a little less, he tries to enjoy his time.
Warrick, the same man, is the same looking but his face and body movements are all more painful and tense. He is srtict to the soul and never smiles. He normally is seen expressionless. Also, he has two pairs of white wings he can draw out at will, one come from his lower back and the other above them. When in need he also has sharp claws, which he hides under heavy black gloves.
Day- Poe wears black pants that are tight at the waist, but loosen up on down to his toes where they are really baggy. Then on his feet he wears black soft running slippers that are stiff at the ankle. Poe tuck the end of his pants in his slippers so around mid calf his pants poof out like a mushroom. For his upper torso he wears a tight, sleeveless, u-neck white shirt that shows off his strong chest. On his waist he carries two swords, one on each side, that are plain but very deadly should he use them. Under his boots, but on top of his pants, he carries short daggers that are coated in stunning poison. Then to cover all that he wears a black cape that buttons at the neck and flows straight down looking sleek, the opening on his right side letting his arm out in the open(a simple slit that he can push the cape open. Also the buttons on the neck, two, are on the right side too.)
Night- Warrick, during night, wears tight black uniform outfit, from feet to neck (stretchy material to he slides it on) and cover’s it up with a cloak that is midnight black. It has a hood, to cover his head. During night he also wears black heavy duty boots that support his movements and footing. While working (I’ll explain in personality) he cover’s his face in black paint incase his hood comes off. He carries his swords, daggers, and sometimes a bow and arrow.
Relationships: Blair... whose stats will be posted some time soon
Personality:
History- Warrick had grown up in a normal house and had a normal family. He was a little weird due to his weird hair and eyes, but he was accepted by the human children around him. They never expected him or his family any different from them. He would play with the other children and have so much fun. To the kids around him he was the coolest kid, but to the teachers his name was Poe. The teachers called him Poe because he cause problem, and ran around like a crazy ghost (Poe=ghost). He never took the name seriously; he was a kid and trying to have the time of his life. Sadly though one day he came home and got really sick. He started a high fever and progressed to bad breathing problems. His mother had no idea what was happening to her only son, but the father hid the fact that he did. The father had never told the mother or his son his secret, the fact that he was part Feather Dragon and so was his family, but lucky for him the traits didn’t show up in him. Unfortunately it came back up and hit him. His son, now of age (10), was showing the signs that he was going to join his family; he had received that trait he had not. Realizing what was wrong that night, he confessed to his wife his secret. That night Warrick was in decent enough shape and over heard that conversation going on between his mother and father. He heard the screaming his mother said to his father, and the pain in his father’s voice. Warrick sat through it all, and when his parents where done, he got up and ran out of the house. He took off towards the mountains not caring his fate. At one point he couldn’t take the pain coming from his head and back. He collapsed on the mountain edge. Before he passed out, two giant beasts landed near him. When he looked upon them, he saw the giant wings and scales. The one beast made a clicking noise, and for some reason he understood. “This is the start of your new life.” After that he passed out and they carried off his body. From then on until his 35 birthday, he lived with the beast and learned how to use his wings, navigate the wind, and fight. Once, he reached 35 though he left them for a time to visit his family and friends, but they did not remember him. He had changed and he wasn’t the person they remembered. His father was the only one who recognized him. His father had pulled him aside and they talked. His father had even asked him to come home and see his mother. When he entered his childhood home though, he realized it was not his home and never would be. His mother didn’t know who he was, and she had moved on with out him. His mother had three children when he disappeared. Warrick was crush and never would be the same. When his father told his mother who he was she didn’t say anything, she just stared at him, and so did his siblings. Warrick just held his mother’s eyes in his, and after her not saying anything he turned and left, his father did nothing to stop him, he knew his son was not welcome by his mother any more. Warrick never returned to his parents home. They had moved on, and he was some one else. How he wished to be that little kid again, but he wasn’t. All he could do was pretend. From then on he would be a traveler, and his training he would hold close and never let any one see or hear because it is where he lost his heart and the young boy he once was. If one is unlucky enough to hear anything or see his training they normally end up dead the next morning.
Poe- Warrick uses this name for when he isn’t out working, and locks himself inside. This is the person he wished on the inside he was. Poe is happy and simple minded, always the goof. He didn’t get angry easily, but when he did his mind shifted to Warrick. He lives for the moment, risks anything, and likes to socialize with the females, and other things with them. He smiles often and carries himself like he is floating. He is unbelievably easy to relax around and become friends with. He never sticks to anything to serious, more out life then being weighted down, he is hasty in his decisions, and easily backs down from things that are not entertaining, painful, serious, or take away from being who he wanted to be. Poe is Warrick other side that wants to be that kid again, the one that got away with anything and had parents, family, or even friends.
Warrick- The true soul of this body. He is the uncaring killer. He is hard at the soul and ruthless. He works by killing people who cause other pain (he sees it at retribution in some weird way). He comes out at night and when ever Poe can’t handle or avoid something. He doesn’t hesitate to harm any one. He even one night found himself next to a woman Poe had brought to bed, and killed her cold. This side doesn’t fear pain; he was put through enough to not feel it any more. When he is working he doesn't care if he is found or things will get tough, he doesn't back down and likes to piss people off. He has not a moment of happiness, but is easily angered and gets more vicious with that anger. He too like Poe enjoys the company of woman, but in this sense to make him feel, even if it has to be in that sense. Sadly though he only chooses certain woman, and the ones he does he will secretly protect for life and he will never forget them, and they won’t forget him, it is had to forget him, the pain in his eyes and soul can't be forgotten. One of Warrick’s few down falls is that in the middle of fighting some times he looses focus and flash backs hit him, these flash back occur at many other times and cause him lots of pain.
Sample Post: Warrick was sting at the end of his bed. The sheets barely covering his naked flesh. His hand went from the back of his neck up his head, flipping his hair in many directions. He sighed once again and stood up. His complete body engulfed in the moon light coming from the open window. He turned his head and cracked his back, and finished with flexing and releasing his muscles. He walked up to the window and looked out over the meadow before him. The tall grasses swayed in the wind, and soon he closed his eyes and his breathing was even with the wind. When he opened his eyes again the he looked out over the meadow and looked at the trees and the boulders around his land, his secret hide-away from the world. He thought that maybe if he wasn’t so cold that this would give him some soothing, but no, he was as cold as stone. His eyes drifted off into the sky. The sky was clear of clouds and the moon was full. Unable to keep his mind where his feet where, a flashback hit him.
“Mom, what is that?” A little boy asked as he sat on a giant boulder with her. “That my son is the moon. It is the peaceful and dark sister of the sun.” The kid looked at his mother and she looked down at him. They all-the-sudden started to smile and laugh. The mother pulled her young son over to her and wrapped her arms around him. She held him close and started to tickle him. He laughed hard. Finally, when the mother and son where done with their play, the mother hushed her son to the inside. On his way in he looked up at the moon again and said, “I love you mom…”
Warrick’s head sunk down as the memories and emotions flooded through him. All he wanted to do now was forget, he missed her so much. But he was a freak to her, he was a half breed she forgot. A single tear ran down his cheek. A soft sound came from behind him, and then an arm wrapped around his chest just as his mother’s had. “Come on baby, come back to bed.” Warrick whipped the tear away and turned around. He came straight to her eyes. She was beautiful, skinny, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and tall. But most she was human. –This woman eased my pain all night; she can do it a little longer. - In an attempt to lose himself he slid his strong hands up her sides and pulled her to his lips. He savored the taste as he entered her mouth with his tongue. His thoughts where now leaving him and his male body kicked in. All that remained now was his male instincts. He slowly lowered his arms to her butt and lifted her, and carried her back to his bed. He set her down and pulled the covers over the both of them. The woman let out a moan, and he did what he has done for that last three years to try to forget… he lost himself in the woman before him.
Not to long after the woman feel asleep, he lifted his head up and looked at her face. She didn’t look anything like his mother, but she had this sense around her, the same sense all the women he chose had. The sense that she had tired to protect him form his memories. Every woman he had choose tired to calm him and make him forget, but none fully acheived that. Without realizing it he wrapped himself around her and closed his eyes. All he wanted to do was forget. To forget he wasn't human, that his family regected him, that he was a monster and he would have to live with it.
Poe had woken up with this beautiful woman in his arms. –Seems he needed someone again. - He sighed and held he close. It was up to him in the morning to deal with her and send her about her way. If it where any other woman he would take this chance to it’s fullest, but this is one of the ones he chose. The next morning he would rid himself of her and respect his inside self. He couldn't use this woman, Warrick had found her caring and beautiful on the inside. –You poor soul of mine.- Poe couldn't help but be saddened about his soul. I wish there was a way your soul could be in peace, but there is nothing I can do. With that he tightened his grip on the woman and slowly drifted to sleep.
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
Name: Poe <nick name Warrick Thorn
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Feather Dragon (mother crossed with a male feather dragon that didn’t show for the trait and hid the fact from her mother, but showed up in Poe)
Corner Preference: Wind
Age: looks in mid 30's
Description: Poe has a messy hair cut, some pieces are as long as his shoulder’s others barely reach his eyes. As for the color, it is dark blue at the roots and gradually gets lighter to where it is white at the tips. Some of his hair falls over his crystal gray color eyes and his light shade of tan skin. His height is 6’5”, and he is toned to near perfection in his weight. To one looking into his face, his mystifying eyes would capture their soul and hold them in a spell. Though if just looking on at him he would look like a goof, he is always laughing and fooling around. He always wears a smile on his face showing off his only his human looking teeth, he hides his sharp fangs within. When he is not acting like a goof, he seems lost in thought and serious. When he is near women is when he is the goofiest, and around men just a little less, he tries to enjoy his time.
Warrick, the same man, is the same looking but his face and body movements are all more painful and tense. He is srtict to the soul and never smiles. He normally is seen expressionless. Also, he has two pairs of white wings he can draw out at will, one come from his lower back and the other above them. When in need he also has sharp claws, which he hides under heavy black gloves.
Day- Poe wears black pants that are tight at the waist, but loosen up on down to his toes where they are really baggy. Then on his feet he wears black soft running slippers that are stiff at the ankle. Poe tuck the end of his pants in his slippers so around mid calf his pants poof out like a mushroom. For his upper torso he wears a tight, sleeveless, u-neck white shirt that shows off his strong chest. On his waist he carries two swords, one on each side, that are plain but very deadly should he use them. Under his boots, but on top of his pants, he carries short daggers that are coated in stunning poison. Then to cover all that he wears a black cape that buttons at the neck and flows straight down looking sleek, the opening on his right side letting his arm out in the open(a simple slit that he can push the cape open. Also the buttons on the neck, two, are on the right side too.)
Night- Warrick, during night, wears tight black uniform outfit, from feet to neck (stretchy material to he slides it on) and cover’s it up with a cloak that is midnight black. It has a hood, to cover his head. During night he also wears black heavy duty boots that support his movements and footing. While working (I’ll explain in personality) he cover’s his face in black paint incase his hood comes off. He carries his swords, daggers, and sometimes a bow and arrow.
Relationships: Blair... whose stats will be posted some time soon
Personality:
History- Warrick had grown up in a normal house and had a normal family. He was a little weird due to his weird hair and eyes, but he was accepted by the human children around him. They never expected him or his family any different from them. He would play with the other children and have so much fun. To the kids around him he was the coolest kid, but to the teachers his name was Poe. The teachers called him Poe because he cause problem, and ran around like a crazy ghost (Poe=ghost). He never took the name seriously; he was a kid and trying to have the time of his life. Sadly though one day he came home and got really sick. He started a high fever and progressed to bad breathing problems. His mother had no idea what was happening to her only son, but the father hid the fact that he did. The father had never told the mother or his son his secret, the fact that he was part Feather Dragon and so was his family, but lucky for him the traits didn’t show up in him. Unfortunately it came back up and hit him. His son, now of age (10), was showing the signs that he was going to join his family; he had received that trait he had not. Realizing what was wrong that night, he confessed to his wife his secret. That night Warrick was in decent enough shape and over heard that conversation going on between his mother and father. He heard the screaming his mother said to his father, and the pain in his father’s voice. Warrick sat through it all, and when his parents where done, he got up and ran out of the house. He took off towards the mountains not caring his fate. At one point he couldn’t take the pain coming from his head and back. He collapsed on the mountain edge. Before he passed out, two giant beasts landed near him. When he looked upon them, he saw the giant wings and scales. The one beast made a clicking noise, and for some reason he understood. “This is the start of your new life.” After that he passed out and they carried off his body. From then on until his 35 birthday, he lived with the beast and learned how to use his wings, navigate the wind, and fight. Once, he reached 35 though he left them for a time to visit his family and friends, but they did not remember him. He had changed and he wasn’t the person they remembered. His father was the only one who recognized him. His father had pulled him aside and they talked. His father had even asked him to come home and see his mother. When he entered his childhood home though, he realized it was not his home and never would be. His mother didn’t know who he was, and she had moved on with out him. His mother had three children when he disappeared. Warrick was crush and never would be the same. When his father told his mother who he was she didn’t say anything, she just stared at him, and so did his siblings. Warrick just held his mother’s eyes in his, and after her not saying anything he turned and left, his father did nothing to stop him, he knew his son was not welcome by his mother any more. Warrick never returned to his parents home. They had moved on, and he was some one else. How he wished to be that little kid again, but he wasn’t. All he could do was pretend. From then on he would be a traveler, and his training he would hold close and never let any one see or hear because it is where he lost his heart and the young boy he once was. If one is unlucky enough to hear anything or see his training they normally end up dead the next morning.
Poe- Warrick uses this name for when he isn’t out working, and locks himself inside. This is the person he wished on the inside he was. Poe is happy and simple minded, always the goof. He didn’t get angry easily, but when he did his mind shifted to Warrick. He lives for the moment, risks anything, and likes to socialize with the females, and other things with them. He smiles often and carries himself like he is floating. He is unbelievably easy to relax around and become friends with. He never sticks to anything to serious, more out life then being weighted down, he is hasty in his decisions, and easily backs down from things that are not entertaining, painful, serious, or take away from being who he wanted to be. Poe is Warrick other side that wants to be that kid again, the one that got away with anything and had parents, family, or even friends.
Warrick- The true soul of this body. He is the uncaring killer. He is hard at the soul and ruthless. He works by killing people who cause other pain (he sees it at retribution in some weird way). He comes out at night and when ever Poe can’t handle or avoid something. He doesn’t hesitate to harm any one. He even one night found himself next to a woman Poe had brought to bed, and killed her cold. This side doesn’t fear pain; he was put through enough to not feel it any more. When he is working he doesn't care if he is found or things will get tough, he doesn't back down and likes to piss people off. He has not a moment of happiness, but is easily angered and gets more vicious with that anger. He too like Poe enjoys the company of woman, but in this sense to make him feel, even if it has to be in that sense. Sadly though he only chooses certain woman, and the ones he does he will secretly protect for life and he will never forget them, and they won’t forget him, it is had to forget him, the pain in his eyes and soul can't be forgotten. One of Warrick’s few down falls is that in the middle of fighting some times he looses focus and flash backs hit him, these flash back occur at many other times and cause him lots of pain.
Sample Post: Warrick was sting at the end of his bed. The sheets barely covering his naked flesh. His hand went from the back of his neck up his head, flipping his hair in many directions. He sighed once again and stood up. His complete body engulfed in the moon light coming from the open window. He turned his head and cracked his back, and finished with flexing and releasing his muscles. He walked up to the window and looked out over the meadow before him. The tall grasses swayed in the wind, and soon he closed his eyes and his breathing was even with the wind. When he opened his eyes again the he looked out over the meadow and looked at the trees and the boulders around his land, his secret hide-away from the world. He thought that maybe if he wasn’t so cold that this would give him some soothing, but no, he was as cold as stone. His eyes drifted off into the sky. The sky was clear of clouds and the moon was full. Unable to keep his mind where his feet where, a flashback hit him.
“Mom, what is that?” A little boy asked as he sat on a giant boulder with her. “That my son is the moon. It is the peaceful and dark sister of the sun.” The kid looked at his mother and she looked down at him. They all-the-sudden started to smile and laugh. The mother pulled her young son over to her and wrapped her arms around him. She held him close and started to tickle him. He laughed hard. Finally, when the mother and son where done with their play, the mother hushed her son to the inside. On his way in he looked up at the moon again and said, “I love you mom…”
Warrick’s head sunk down as the memories and emotions flooded through him. All he wanted to do now was forget, he missed her so much. But he was a freak to her, he was a half breed she forgot. A single tear ran down his cheek. A soft sound came from behind him, and then an arm wrapped around his chest just as his mother’s had. “Come on baby, come back to bed.” Warrick whipped the tear away and turned around. He came straight to her eyes. She was beautiful, skinny, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and tall. But most she was human. –This woman eased my pain all night; she can do it a little longer. - In an attempt to lose himself he slid his strong hands up her sides and pulled her to his lips. He savored the taste as he entered her mouth with his tongue. His thoughts where now leaving him and his male body kicked in. All that remained now was his male instincts. He slowly lowered his arms to her butt and lifted her, and carried her back to his bed. He set her down and pulled the covers over the both of them. The woman let out a moan, and he did what he has done for that last three years to try to forget… he lost himself in the woman before him.
Not to long after the woman feel asleep, he lifted his head up and looked at her face. She didn’t look anything like his mother, but she had this sense around her, the same sense all the women he chose had. The sense that she had tired to protect him form his memories. Every woman he had choose tired to calm him and make him forget, but none fully acheived that. Without realizing it he wrapped himself around her and closed his eyes. All he wanted to do was forget. To forget he wasn't human, that his family regected him, that he was a monster and he would have to live with it.
Poe had woken up with this beautiful woman in his arms. –Seems he needed someone again. - He sighed and held he close. It was up to him in the morning to deal with her and send her about her way. If it where any other woman he would take this chance to it’s fullest, but this is one of the ones he chose. The next morning he would rid himself of her and respect his inside self. He couldn't use this woman, Warrick had found her caring and beautiful on the inside. –You poor soul of mine.- Poe couldn't help but be saddened about his soul. I wish there was a way your soul could be in peace, but there is nothing I can do. With that he tightened his grip on the woman and slowly drifted to sleep.
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
