Post by Carnage on May 28, 2008 15:31:11 GMT -5
OOC:
Name: Bliss, Hemorrhage, or respectfully: Master
Contact: Scream at me a few times or wave a midget piggy in front of my face, you'll get attention.
Other: You can figure the rest out yourself.
IC:
Name: CarnageBliss
Gender: Male
Age: Two years, one month.
Birth Date: February the 28th (How a wolf would know the date of its birth, I wonder...) It's for their age. So you can change their age. GEEZ. Use that head of yours for something other than eating... WHAT EVER YOU LIKE TO EAT.
Type: Gray Wolf, Canis Lupus
Personality: CarnageBliss suffers from a mild wolfy form of dementia, meaning he is crazy. At random times his insanity flares up dramatically. In these episodes CarnageBliss sees tormenting hallucinations that vary depending on his mood and stress level. The most common hallucination figure is a purple bunny-squirrel creature that wants to eat CarnageBliss's feet, or so he believes.
Outside of these episodes of feet eating bunnies, CarnageBliss is quite, and keeps to himself. He is distrustful of others yet respectful, and expects the same from them. CarnageBliss has a great mind, is highly intelligent, and would most likely be a great leader if his brain functioned correctly. His thoughts and speech are disorganized and his memory is like that of the bunny monsters that haunt him, bad, very bad. He expresses his emotions, good or bad, strangely and/or violently.
CarnageBliss is something of a coward, avoiding battles with those who are obviously more powerful than he, but attack the weaker. He dislikes fighting wolves in general.
Other than the above, his personality changes with who he is talking to, how he well he feels that day, the weather, and almost any other external factor. So don't relay on this bio too much.
Health: Healthy, except for three birth defects: No sense of smell, and colorblindness. Everything appears to be red or red-violet hued to CarnageBliss. Then, of course, his mental condition.
Other: Because he cannot smell anything, territorial boundaries do not exist to CarnageBliss. His eyes and ears make up for the lost sense.
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Name: Bliss, Hemorrhage, or respectfully: Master
Contact: Scream at me a few times or wave a midget piggy in front of my face, you'll get attention.
Other: You can figure the rest out yourself.
IC:
Name: CarnageBliss
Gender: Male
Age: Two years, one month.
Birth Date: February the 28th (How a wolf would know the date of its birth, I wonder...) It's for their age. So you can change their age. GEEZ. Use that head of yours for something other than eating... WHAT EVER YOU LIKE TO EAT.
Type: Gray Wolf, Canis Lupus
Personality: CarnageBliss suffers from a mild wolfy form of dementia, meaning he is crazy. At random times his insanity flares up dramatically. In these episodes CarnageBliss sees tormenting hallucinations that vary depending on his mood and stress level. The most common hallucination figure is a purple bunny-squirrel creature that wants to eat CarnageBliss's feet, or so he believes.
Outside of these episodes of feet eating bunnies, CarnageBliss is quite, and keeps to himself. He is distrustful of others yet respectful, and expects the same from them. CarnageBliss has a great mind, is highly intelligent, and would most likely be a great leader if his brain functioned correctly. His thoughts and speech are disorganized and his memory is like that of the bunny monsters that haunt him, bad, very bad. He expresses his emotions, good or bad, strangely and/or violently.
CarnageBliss is something of a coward, avoiding battles with those who are obviously more powerful than he, but attack the weaker. He dislikes fighting wolves in general.
Other than the above, his personality changes with who he is talking to, how he well he feels that day, the weather, and almost any other external factor. So don't relay on this bio too much.
Health: Healthy, except for three birth defects: No sense of smell, and colorblindness. Everything appears to be red or red-violet hued to CarnageBliss. Then, of course, his mental condition.
Other: Because he cannot smell anything, territorial boundaries do not exist to CarnageBliss. His eyes and ears make up for the lost sense.
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