Post by Silas Nox on Mar 22, 2013 9:05:47 GMT -6
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Name: Silas Tenebrae Nox
Gender: Female
Species: White Tail Deer
Age: 4
Appearance: Mildly Melanistic; her ashen coat is the colour of coal, a sooty grey not quite gone black. Slight dapples of silver shimmer at her haunches when her summer coat catches the sunlight. She is long, and lithe, with raven stockings and piceous eyes; heavily lashed and ever contemplative. Her bones are slight, as elegant as any doe, though the fur around her nape hangs longer than most, especially when the winter comes. Soft plumes of inky black adorn her collar bone, streaked with a mild grey.
Personality: A fashion of shadow; and silent as such. She lingers, ghost-like and haunted, appreciative for the night and for the dark. Her intentions are never quite sincere; a mind corroded at the edges; what some might call detached and dispassionate, or maybe even just a little mad. But those assumptions would be wrong; for Silas is indeed passionate, she is simply passionate for all the wrong things... Her heart is a void; a tomb, even, laden with ill will and memories of a dark past; the walls have gone up and it looks like no one is home. She guards herself severely; a woman shut away. Despite her secrecy; Silas is surprisingly forth going about the things she desires; the things she wants, and will often stop it nothing once she sets a goal in mind. She bides her time. She is careful. She is cunning. She is fearless, and highly intelligent, finding joy in all things requiring meticulous thought; puzzles, and riddles; psychology of the deepest and most malevolent kind.
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Name: Silas Tenebrae Nox
Gender: Female
Species: White Tail Deer
Age: 4
Appearance: Mildly Melanistic; her ashen coat is the colour of coal, a sooty grey not quite gone black. Slight dapples of silver shimmer at her haunches when her summer coat catches the sunlight. She is long, and lithe, with raven stockings and piceous eyes; heavily lashed and ever contemplative. Her bones are slight, as elegant as any doe, though the fur around her nape hangs longer than most, especially when the winter comes. Soft plumes of inky black adorn her collar bone, streaked with a mild grey.
Personality: A fashion of shadow; and silent as such. She lingers, ghost-like and haunted, appreciative for the night and for the dark. Her intentions are never quite sincere; a mind corroded at the edges; what some might call detached and dispassionate, or maybe even just a little mad. But those assumptions would be wrong; for Silas is indeed passionate, she is simply passionate for all the wrong things... Her heart is a void; a tomb, even, laden with ill will and memories of a dark past; the walls have gone up and it looks like no one is home. She guards herself severely; a woman shut away. Despite her secrecy; Silas is surprisingly forth going about the things she desires; the things she wants, and will often stop it nothing once she sets a goal in mind. She bides her time. She is careful. She is cunning. She is fearless, and highly intelligent, finding joy in all things requiring meticulous thought; puzzles, and riddles; psychology of the deepest and most malevolent kind.
History: (optional)
Other: (optional)
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