Name: Typhoid Meaning: A disease born of putrid water Nicknames: Typhy Species: 6th Gen. Hybrid - Grounded, Skinwalker (cursed), Kelpi (mutant). Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Stage: Adult Roleplay Color: #4E387E - Medium Purple Father:Beelzebub Mother:Reila Siblings:Anthrax, Ardat Lili, Sammael, Azrael Mate:Enyalius (officially!), has had a breeding with Zul'Brin Offspring:Small Pox, Sintharia Familiar: He is followed by rats, most of which are quickly killed by Typhoid himself. Obtained: BeelzexReila Breeding
Personality: S-A-D-I-S-T-I-C. He's a ******** psycho. He appreciates few in this world, and sees even less as deserving of life. But to just kill someone would be... so boring. Instead, he loves to torture - perhaps scare them witless, lead them on a wild goose chase that ends in tragedy. Or he maybe he could be much blunter than that... make their death a slow, painful one, slashing and tearing and ripping them apart. It's so much fun... so much fun...
Now a rather large stallion into his young-adult years (19-21 in human) he has found himself numerous victims since childhood. Two-leggers have proven most easy due to their pathetic senses, though a few rogue Soquili have also fallen to his watery techniques. Those he tends to keep alive longer, torturing and "playing" with them for days on end before they finally croak. His fangs (not as large as a Kalona, but inherited from the same carnivorous blood that gave him his tail), hooves, and even his tail are perfect little weapons to use in this, though he has proven resourceful in using vines and stones and other such things from nature.
His favorite means of capture and slaughter is still the one most fitting to his appearance. Bearing the tail of a Kelpi, Typhoid has a great love for water, and the murkier, the better. He loves to jump in any body of the liquid he can find (though not as many will hide him as they used to), and is able to hold his breath for a pretty damn long time, especially now that he's an adult. It lets him lie in wait, safe beneath the surface, waiting for someone to close to edge, anyone, anything... and once he got what he wanted, once they lowered their heads to drink the water, Typhoid would lunge out, grasp onto their throats or a leg, and pull them under.
He rather enjoys drowning people.
He's also discovered it's a fun way to play pranks on people. Scratch that. Pranks are fine with lessors who prove to be more entertaining alive than dead. Slowly, brutally torturing someone to death is far more fun and exciting though....
History: He's the eldest son of Beelzebub and Reila. He's been insane since conception. He was later raised by said father after he took the basket and went along his merry little way, and then two Kalonas joined the mix - Masquerade and Enya, though mainly the latter. He. Is.... A little out there. Unless you're a Kalona. He's learned a nice heaping of healthy respect for the race, though personally views himself on the same level as them even if he knows better than to say it to each one he meets. Towards any other species he first views them as a toy or a meal, particularly if they're smaller than him, which... isn't too difficult for him to find. Foals need be especially careful, for should he decide he's hungry, they'd best have an adult in the area to help them fast. However, should a lesser prove themselves to be entertaining in some way (insanity, bravery, unique features, or some sort of interesting skill/talent), he might not be so opposed to keeping them alive for a little while.
Personality: She's a cheeky little thing, full of giggles and smiles. And pranks. Lots of pranks. Not to inflict damage on others, but rather just simple entertainment. At least that's how she intends them. Snickering as her mother searches high and low for her bracelets Mimi had earlier taken and hidden. Though when Amaris begins to worry a bit too much about having misplaced them, Mimi would return them to their normal place and all would be well again.
She loves to confuse people and see them rack their brain for answers, but she's not at all one to enjoy seeing others in pain. Once a prank goes so far, she'll do what she must to set things to right and end the prank. As of yet, this hasn't included much beyond returning "misplaced" items to their proper places, or directing a lost individual to their real destination instead of the fabricated ones she used to see just how lost she could get them.
Nothing dangerous, nothing life threatening. Just simple fun, that's all~
Even if not everyone can see it that way. Mimiteh really doesn't understand how people could become offended or think she's being cruel by playing these pranks. In her mind, so long as no one is hurt (physically, anyways, as she does not believe there is any other kind of injuries that can be made) then there's no problem. Frightening others, tricking them into trusting her only to turn it around and use it against them - she does not comprehend just how wicked she's actually being.
All she knows is she's laughing and smiling and having quite a fun time.
Personality: Slick. Like oil making rainbows beside an open flame, like ice beside a cliff. Pretty to look at, but deadly as hell. Sintharia's many eyes has helped her develop an interesting habit to sway her body as she walks to enable her to see as much around her as possible. Grown up, she's perfected the seductive sway, using it to come off as either a playful friend or slinking predator - whichever fits the part she's playing for those around her. She is very much a people-person, always happy to spend hours chatting about nonsense and laugh about old times. Just make sure you're of a darker demeanor like herself, someone of power and prestige. Sin is proud of her heritage, and is not one to dismay it by being buddy-buddy with a knight in shining armor. Sinking her thorns and fangs into a knight in shining armor's neck, on the other hand...
History: Born to the mutant Zul'Brin, Sintharia and her brother were raised to be kind, gentle souls - just because they look like monsters doesn't mean they are monsters.
At least that's what Brin tried to teach them.
While nurture might usually beat nature, this was not a case of that. Though Brin had fled and remained hidden from the mutant and demonic Typhoid, his blood ran strong in the veins of his offspring, and the foals were as wicked as you please. Sin tried at first to push aside her desire to kill and destroy, but it simply wasn't fun and she wanted to have fun, damnit! It didn't take too long before she was a little terror of her own right, unknowingly picking up her father's habit of lying in wait in the waters for perfect prey to come along for her to jump out at. Sure it was just games and pranks to scare others, but when a silly little doe came too close to her hiding spot... Her first attempt at a hunt might have been a failure, but it wet her appetite like no other.
Years of chaos and fighting with her mother later, she was reunited with her father. Typhoid had used his father's crows to locate and stalk Brin, one of those same crows becoming Sin's familiar, Andras. He was proud of the vicious beasts his children had grown to become, and gave them an option - stay with their mother, or come with him and return to their real home. Sintharia chose the latter, as did her brother. Ever since, she has remained with her father and grandfather, finding a far more suitable family amongst the growing herd than anything she previously had. She might still harbor some linger affection for her mother, and might visit occasionally to stalk and watch her go about with her life, but she has yet to act any further on such affections.
Personality: -to come- History: She was not born to kind, loving, doting parents. Her first sight was not the proud face of her mother or father. No, what greeted her pinprick eyes when her head first popped out of the cramped basket, was unnerving mountains on either side, and hot, scorching air blowing through the mountain pass her basket was set in. The desert loomed within her vision, and the dry air made the newborn snarl and hiss - it hurt! Something deep within her was more than happy to point out, such an environment was not suited for her.
No, she belonged somewhere else. Somewhere far more... more what? She didn't quite know herself, or understand, but it was a powerful enough desire that she pulled herself fully from the basket, and set her shaky legs to carrying herself south. Anywhere that was not that scorching place would be good to her...
It was not an easy road the filly wandered. The rocky lands at the mountain bases were not friendly to her in the least, and her stomach was not satisfied by the herbs she would nibble here and there. The taste was bland, sour and even worse, tasteless at times. Forests? They offered the cool shade she came to understand she liked, similar to that of night that offered cold air and was quite soothing to her eyes. All four of them, that is.
The forests also introduced her to her new favorite terrain - the rivers. Diving amongst the water, eating fish - the meat was tender, the bones were a lovely crunch, and blood was tasty - made for a very happy and content filly. Also helped her learn how to use the element of surprise to her favor. Using her tail spikes to impale small game to pull into the water, drown, and consume, she even became bold enough to use this tactic outside of the water. Wasn't typically as effective, but she kept practicing nonetheless.
Name: Rhapsody Amachi Meaning: A music piece of free-form and contrasting moods, it can be seen as spontaneous in inspiration. Nicknames: Species: 2nd Gen. PokeSoq (ChinglingxChimecho) Gender: Male Sexuality: ??? Stage: Foal Roleplay Color: #b9d9ee Father:Mecho Amachi Mother:Melody Forte Siblings:Minuet, Cabriole, Rondel, Farruca, Baroque, Mezzo, Echo, Fermata, Allegro, Opus Mate: None Offspring: None Familiar: None Obtained: MelodyxMecho breeding - contest.
Personality:Spontaneous. Rhapsody is as rhapsody does, full of energy and a seemingly lack of foresight when he acts or speaks. He's not much a fan of regulations or orderly fashion, preferring just to go with the flow and enjoying the journey while he's at it. And throwing in a few random stones here and there to play in the resulting waves. Planning? Organization? Bah, says he. While he might simmer down a little as he grows, as a foal there'd be few things in life that could get him to sit still for long, even if he's constricted to just bobbing his head to a tune in his head - better yet, let him hum the tune.
There's times his active nature can get him in over his head - though he's a quick wit, sometimes it's not fast enough to keep up with his own antics or speech. He often blunders into things, not fully thinking about how his wording could be taken by someone else. Not one to be malicious, he's always more than happy to rewind and reexplain himself... it just might take him a moment to catch up with first why you're upset, then rewind his brain to remember what exactly he just said. This can also be attributed to a bit of a short-term memory problem - if you tell him your name in one second, he'll probably be asking you to repeat it a moment later... and then possibly a moment later after that... but rest assured! Once he sees you again a few days later, he'll be calling out your name quite happily. How accurately he'll remember every piece of the conversation, though... It's a wise idea to get him to repeat important information a few times before sending him on an errand, if only to ensure he's got it down pat. It is due to his difficulty memorizing things, though, that he often repeats and rehearses songs again and again and again - potentially to the annoyance of those around him - to try and combat this forgetfulness. It might take him a little while to stick things to memory, but this boy's not muck lacking in determination when it comes to things he enjoys. History: -to come-
xxxxxCael has a preference for moving through the shadows as opposed to frontal assaults on his opponents. A shadowstalker to the core, he prefers the use of bribes and dirt to end up on top in a situation is preferred over combat. Though if that fails... go for the throat. Due to such preferences, his favorite pass times consist of scouting around for interesting dirt on others, searching for chinks in proverbial - and not so proverbial - armors. He's careful not to cross lines amongst the family, though that doesn't stop Cael from trying to poke around in their personal business, even if it's without them knowing. If questioned, he'd happily respond the one with the most information knows how to best keep their loved ones safe.
Image Song: xxxxx
Roleplays:
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Lifemate Agreement
Breeding Attempts:
Breeding One - [GAINED HOW, DATE LINK]
ATTEMPTS HERE
Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 5:47 pm
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xxxxxManiacal / Manic [possible touch of schizophrenia? has "visions" of angels speaking to him, which cause his eyes to bleed--during these "visions" Azrael cannot see well, if at all, and has very strained sight after until the bleeding fully stops. If I don't pursue this his eyes just bleed randomly and his vision suffers from it but otherwise he's fine.]
Llorona, tiny mare though she is, is a meticulous sort. Some might call her conniving, some might call her dastardly in her details... but her serene persona allows glimpses of the depths of her mind. Quick to take in all she can in quiet observation, and a careful, constant, calculation to assure all checks and balances are accounted for. She preens under the attention of others, and maintains a strong connection with her family. Her urge to hunt, and ensuing bloodlust, is carefully controlled and largely kept to the dark waters. If she can avoid at all looking... unkept in front of others, she takes whatever means required to obtain that pristine state. Llorona's temper can flare when her control over a situation is questioned, and if another tries to assume control the mare will be quick to fight back--first with words, and if that doesn't work, with hooves and teeth. It takes a stubborn mind and tough body to find equal footing with Llorona, and in case she must admit defeat, she'll be harboring a rather vindictive grudge over the altercation for ages to come. Not to say her favor can't be bought back. Gifts and flattery can get you pretty far in most situations, after all.
Llorona is open to a partner of any type (male, female, or non) that can at least give her strong offspring, if not also some interesting conversation. Llorona can just as easily enjoy a strong--and/or pretty--toy she can coddle and whom will feed her ego, as she can a powerful hunter whom is able to fight her for the reins. She is not against leaving the baskets with the other parent if she finds the arrangement suitable, though she would ensure she is able to be part of her offsprings' life (whether the other parent likes it or not). That being said, she's also perfectly willing to take the offspring away to be raised among her family if she believes that arrangement would be more beneficial to ensure their survival and proper care.
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