Post by Ixion on Mar 9, 2011 7:44:42 GMT -5
-General-
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Gender: Male
Name: Ixion
Alias(s)Nicknames: ---
Age: 4000-5000 years
Class: Centaur
Alignment: Evil
-Family Life-
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Parents: Unknown
Spouses: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Children: N/A
Other Family: N/A
Occupation: N/A
-Character Looks-
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Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color/ Style: Black
Body Type: As a centaur, his upper body is of a man and lower body is of a horse. He has horns on his head and a long, tough tail with a sharp tip. He’s very muscular and tall, staring at most creatures from above.
Dressing Style: He's... practically naked.
-Deeper Look-
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Personality: The typical evil bastard you know of. His only concern is himself and his hunger for raw meat. A cruel, violent, solitary creature he is. Add arrogance and boiling rage into the mix.
Abilities: He can teleport short distances, especially in fights to confuse or catch off guard his opponents. The physical abilities that his features give him (physical strength, the speed of horse legs etc.) are not to be underestimated. Also, his skin is of an impenetrable material, so he's never physically damaged.
Fighting Style: He uses his unique physical features in battle: Stomping, head butting with his horns, thrashing the creatures and environment with his rock-hard tail. He's aggressive and merciless, like a raging bull, and likes to make his victims suffer to the point of begging for death. He especially loves ripping his victims' heads.
Weapons: His physical features.
History: Ixion 's race, the Centaurs once lived on the Earth in ancient times, residing in the darkest woods. Ancient Greeks were aware of their presence and even had many fearful legends about them. Centaurs were known for their cruel, violent nature and their love for raw meat, eating travelers who walked through the woods and kidnapping villagers at night. Legend says that one day, a kind-hearted young woman tried to make amends with these monsters for the sake of her clan, so she invited them to her wedding in her village despite her people's protests. The Centaurs came and only caused destruction; these creatures who didn't have a glimpse of light in their hearts went so far to even eat the kind-hearted bride -Ixion was the very one who ripped her head off and shared her meat with his companions. The poor woman's clan had had enough of this, so they summoned the strongest wizards on the land and casted a spell which banished the Centaurs to Hell forever.
Ixion was the leader of the Centaurs for a long time. Staying in Hell made him even crueler and greedier; he also never forgot the delicious taste of that kind-hearted virgin woman and searched for ways to return to the Earth. He hadn’t even cared for his own race anymore and that caused his companions to rebel against him. Blinded by rage, Ixion murdered them all… And ate their meat for many years.
Now as the last one of his kind, he’s still searching for a way out of Hell and craves for human meat -especially virgin female meat- more than ever.
-OTHER-
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Writing Preference: Third person
RPG Sample: The last Centaur stood before the entrance of Hell, watching down the human world below that was out of his reach for a painfully long time. Ah, how much the Earth developed since he was banished, especially the population… The thought made his hands twitch with blood thirst, his huge tail swinging with excitement, mouth getting watery.
Ixion was hungry again.
He turned and headed for the bloody cave he resided in the lowest cycle of Hell. In the depths of the cave laid the remains of his once-companions, killed and eaten by his own. He bent down and grabbed a piece of rotting meat, staring at it for some time. “Oh, good Kheiron,” he told the flesh of the dead Centaur, “you should be honored as the last one going in my stomach.”
After finishing this meal, Ixion threw the naked bone away and got out of his cave, looking up at the uncolored sky of Hell. He was so sick of this place already and all the food he’d stocked up from the other Centaurs had just finished. He smirked. It was time to have some fresh human meat, and he was going to get it somehow.
…Til the next feast.
Anything Else?: Ixion is only vulnerable to strong magic, like the one sealing him into Hell thousands of years ago. His mind is unstable too, unlike his body. For the rest, you can always ask
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Gender: Male
Name: Ixion
Alias(s)Nicknames: ---
Age: 4000-5000 years
Class: Centaur
Alignment: Evil
-Family Life-
_____________________________________
Parents: Unknown
Spouses: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Children: N/A
Other Family: N/A
Occupation: N/A
-Character Looks-
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Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color/ Style: Black
Body Type: As a centaur, his upper body is of a man and lower body is of a horse. He has horns on his head and a long, tough tail with a sharp tip. He’s very muscular and tall, staring at most creatures from above.
Dressing Style: He's... practically naked.
-Deeper Look-
______________________________________
Personality: The typical evil bastard you know of. His only concern is himself and his hunger for raw meat. A cruel, violent, solitary creature he is. Add arrogance and boiling rage into the mix.
Abilities: He can teleport short distances, especially in fights to confuse or catch off guard his opponents. The physical abilities that his features give him (physical strength, the speed of horse legs etc.) are not to be underestimated. Also, his skin is of an impenetrable material, so he's never physically damaged.
Fighting Style: He uses his unique physical features in battle: Stomping, head butting with his horns, thrashing the creatures and environment with his rock-hard tail. He's aggressive and merciless, like a raging bull, and likes to make his victims suffer to the point of begging for death. He especially loves ripping his victims' heads.
Weapons: His physical features.
History: Ixion 's race, the Centaurs once lived on the Earth in ancient times, residing in the darkest woods. Ancient Greeks were aware of their presence and even had many fearful legends about them. Centaurs were known for their cruel, violent nature and their love for raw meat, eating travelers who walked through the woods and kidnapping villagers at night. Legend says that one day, a kind-hearted young woman tried to make amends with these monsters for the sake of her clan, so she invited them to her wedding in her village despite her people's protests. The Centaurs came and only caused destruction; these creatures who didn't have a glimpse of light in their hearts went so far to even eat the kind-hearted bride -Ixion was the very one who ripped her head off and shared her meat with his companions. The poor woman's clan had had enough of this, so they summoned the strongest wizards on the land and casted a spell which banished the Centaurs to Hell forever.
Ixion was the leader of the Centaurs for a long time. Staying in Hell made him even crueler and greedier; he also never forgot the delicious taste of that kind-hearted virgin woman and searched for ways to return to the Earth. He hadn’t even cared for his own race anymore and that caused his companions to rebel against him. Blinded by rage, Ixion murdered them all… And ate their meat for many years.
Now as the last one of his kind, he’s still searching for a way out of Hell and craves for human meat -especially virgin female meat- more than ever.
-OTHER-
______________________________________
Writing Preference: Third person
RPG Sample: The last Centaur stood before the entrance of Hell, watching down the human world below that was out of his reach for a painfully long time. Ah, how much the Earth developed since he was banished, especially the population… The thought made his hands twitch with blood thirst, his huge tail swinging with excitement, mouth getting watery.
Ixion was hungry again.
He turned and headed for the bloody cave he resided in the lowest cycle of Hell. In the depths of the cave laid the remains of his once-companions, killed and eaten by his own. He bent down and grabbed a piece of rotting meat, staring at it for some time. “Oh, good Kheiron,” he told the flesh of the dead Centaur, “you should be honored as the last one going in my stomach.”
After finishing this meal, Ixion threw the naked bone away and got out of his cave, looking up at the uncolored sky of Hell. He was so sick of this place already and all the food he’d stocked up from the other Centaurs had just finished. He smirked. It was time to have some fresh human meat, and he was going to get it somehow.
…Til the next feast.
Anything Else?: Ixion is only vulnerable to strong magic, like the one sealing him into Hell thousands of years ago. His mind is unstable too, unlike his body. For the rest, you can always ask
