Twelve
Devilish - Dangerous - Devious
Pet Name: Twelve
Owner: Whitefoxfire
Theme / Type: Zodiac Obsideon
Born: December 6, 2007
Gender: Male
MisticPal Name: Necromancy
MisticPal Age: 5080 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 4
Defense: 2
Speed: 3
Intellect: 2
Misticpower: 8
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: None
1. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
The Darkest Hour
Thank you Myth <3 I'll take good care of him~
---(0)---
Out from the ashes of grey desire
Out from the dream and into the fire
I said alot it won't mean a thing
After she's gone these words will sting
No gods could be this creul to me
No gods could be this cruel to me
Six minutes gone and still i'm alive
And who would've thought that we would survive
With all lines repeating and nothing rehearsed
I feel so stupid, i feel I'm cursed
I don't want to think anymore
I don't want to think anymore
No gods could be this cruel to me
No gods could be this cruel to me
And I blame the sun
And I blame the moon
I blame myself
And I blame you
---(O)---
Real Name: Unkown
Nick Name: Twelve
Meaning:
-noun
1. a cardinal number, 10 plus 2.
2. a symbol for this number, as 12 or XII.
3. a set of this many persons or things.
4. the Twelve, the 12 apostles chosen by Christ.
Age: Immortal
Species: Necromancer Wolf
Gender: Male
Other:
Living a Half Life
Appearance:
-Large Pic-
Quad
Fur: Black
Eyes: Red
Markings: White Stars
Mutations: Skull Mask
Build: Thin
Height: 5' 4" at shoulder
Weight: 81 lbs
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Necromancer
Job: Necromancer Refuge
Hired: November 1, 2011 at 9:35 pm
Roleplay Status:
Open
Relationship Status:
Infatuated
Preference:
Unknown
Personality:
[Devious] [Dangerous] [Devilish]
-Story by Myth-
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The downtown. The slums. Home of the gutter-people.
What a wonderful place to be.
Place of the abnormal.
What freaks.
No, they didn't know. They didn't know anything. They never knew what it is like to survive on lapping up dirty puddle water for weeks, what it was like to die in pain.
They would never know.
His people may be freaks, but Twelve knew he wasn't. Abnormal and paranormal were not the same, though similar. His people...no, he would never even be one of them, nor should he care for what happened to the gutter people. No creature on earth cared for him, nor did he care for any of them. Singularly unloved and unloving, as it justly should be. You needed no compassion to live and let live. Love was just... unnecessary.
Unneeded.
There, off to the corner, an alley way lent promise to his quest by the sight of blood splattering out other to street. There has been a fight there, before, and it seemed the winner had taken more than just victory. Perfect. This world was bending to his needs, his wants.
It seemed things always worked that way. Luck was to finely put. It seemed the gods shed a favorable eye on the dark form of the bringer of half-life.
The dog- or what seemed to be left of it- was a torn, bloody mess. At least the buzzards and foul fowls had not yet come upon the bleeding corpse, nor the flies. This death was fairly recent- and though the broken body was not idealistic for his trade, it was serviceable.
Leaning down close, the starry canine breathed the blue shimmering essence across the mangled body, gently, then stepped back as the dog roused itself. A lack of blood, flesh, even bones, did not halt the animation, though the normally fluid motions were twitching, halting, often stiff. Formerly dark brown eyes were shadowed in a liquid, coursing, red and black, and a low growl emerged from the canine's throat. Woken from the boundary of the dead, the little puppy was trying to attack him? Hardly. Twelve moved forwards fluidly, pinning to half alive, growling bundle of fur to the ground.
"You may bite the hand that feeds you, but do not even give tongue to your creator, for I can take back what I have given you. Be out of my sight before I decide that fresh meat is better as a repast then it is worthy of my gift."
The pup glared at him from it's position in its back, then squirmed from his grasp and fled tail between his legs. Truly, the nerve of the half-life, now.
Twelve slunk to the entrance of the alley to be greeted with a musky breeze, bringing promising smells of other dead with which he could play. Slowly licking the blood off his dark blue and black star speckled fur and pallid bones - from the decorative skull which shadowed his eyes to the jangling necklace strung with smaller bones of assorted creatures- Twelve waited in the streetlight, casting his vision about him and his surroundings, as if pausing to catch his breath between the fun. Maybe even he could find fun with a living creature, killing and then reviving. Maybe they wouldn't even know that they had died, and would still think they were fighting. Oh, the silly nuances of the living. They were so much entertainment! Or maybe he could even wait here, and the fun would come to him. He was doing them a favor, of course- others just didn't seem to realize it.
Well, pity on them.
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Favorite Saying:
"What is there to condemn about killing? It is but a choice for some."
Family:
N/A
Acquaintances:
"I don't know how to feel about you, Kitty."
Necromancer
Theme Song: "Twelve" by Seven Nations
---(0)---
Twelve minutes gone and still i'm alive
And who would've thought that we would survive
With all lines repeating and nothind rehearsed
I feel so stupid i feel i'm cursed
I don't want to think anymore
I don't want to think anymore
No gods could be this cruel to me
No gods could be this cruel to me
---(O)---
-If ever lost, Please return to Whitefoxfire-
Pet Comments
| Redeemed says Hmhmm many secrets are made during the light of the moon.. However, many more are made during the pitch of a moonless sky... |
| Redeemed says But the night is so much sweeter and nothing reflects gold better than the silver of the moon... You should know that... |
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