Post by wolf on Oct 25, 2007 0:37:15 GMT -5
Name:Makiri (short a and long i's)
Sex:none but often appears as a male
Age:as old as existence
Appearance:shapeshifter, but on earth a thin, tall teenager with black messy hair, olive skin and ghostly blue slitted eyes. His ears are two thin black spikes with crimson webs in between, like a waterfowl's feet. His hands are clawed and his feet look like the scaled talons of a bird. he has a dragon's tail and long, narrow dragon wings. Its wearing a grey t-shirt, long jeans and a long, black, sleeveless coat resembling a vampire's cape.
Natural weapons: his spiked tail, claws, wolf-like teeth, limited mind-control, fire conjuring
History:Makiri was created at the beginning of existence to protect the great one's creation. The first thousand years or so, he obeyed, and sought out the growth of various races and worlds. But to exist for so long, one must find something with which to entertain themselves, and this, he lacked. So caught in an eternal hell of boredom and nothingness, he made a plan.
Makiri went to the nearest planet and sat, watching them. The life that he was made to protect had all the activity he so craved. It made him furious. He went down and assumed their form. He watched still, as they were happy and prosperous, only because of what he had done to nurture them before. He crept up on one lone one and pinned it to a wall with his tail. He watched it with detached curiosity as it squirmed and fought, and asked it, " how is it you were so happy before, but a mere second later, your very life is threatened? Are these forms so fragile that...death" He said as he pinned it harder against the wall. Something cracked like stiff wood and it screamed in pain." is so imminent that I could extinguish it..", He slammed his tail against the wall and the creature was crushed. A strange liquid oozed out of its broken body and settled on the floor. "...like this."
A feeling of accomplishment washed over Makikri. A happiness that he had never before felt. He examined the remains of his first victim and he smiled to himself. " Verry well then... If I helped create this place... it would only be fair if I gained from it what I want." With that, he left the planet, in search of other creatures to amuse him.
Introduction: Makiri walked along the streets of an earthling city. It had been long since he last preyed upon something, and he was overdue for some fun. He watched the humans with his ghostly-blue gaze, scanning the population for a victim.
Something was strange about this planet...
He tailed a lone male, and wit his limited mind-conrtol, nudged him toward a dark alley. The man stopped, wondering why he had chosen this way.. SMACK! The world spun into darkness.
He woke up, chained to the wall and Makiri stepped out of the darkness. "W-who? Where?!?" The man stammered, but could not get the words out. Makiri closed in with an evil grin and stopped right in front of the stammering man's face, his sharp teeth gleaming in the half-light. The man finally mustered up enough strength to ask, "A-are you going to kill me?!?" The demon chuckled, fire playfully leaping at his claws. "Oh no...that wouldn't be much fun, now would it?" He straightened, the room darkened. "I want to hear you scream, smell your fear, your no use to me as a corpse." The man gulped, but would not scream. Makiri pretended not to notice. "I do have, one question...why are you all so different?"
"What?"
"Your species, its so diverse. Never in all my eons of life have I seen such differences in thought, behavior, and.." He hissed, angeling his claws. "pain." He slashed. The man's skin tore off, only enough to cause maximum pain, but no lasting injury. He fought for only a second and then let loose a nightmarish scream.
Later, after the man had been discarded, bleeding and screaming, into a more deserted part of town, Makiri sat and thought. "I believe I like this place. These humans are so satisfying to kill, and so backward they can't possibly do me any harm. I shall stay, converse, and torture them at my liesure." So he sat, on the roof of a building, looking into the night. Surveying his new hunting grounds.
Sex:none but often appears as a male
Age:as old as existence
Appearance:shapeshifter, but on earth a thin, tall teenager with black messy hair, olive skin and ghostly blue slitted eyes. His ears are two thin black spikes with crimson webs in between, like a waterfowl's feet. His hands are clawed and his feet look like the scaled talons of a bird. he has a dragon's tail and long, narrow dragon wings. Its wearing a grey t-shirt, long jeans and a long, black, sleeveless coat resembling a vampire's cape.
Natural weapons: his spiked tail, claws, wolf-like teeth, limited mind-control, fire conjuring
History:Makiri was created at the beginning of existence to protect the great one's creation. The first thousand years or so, he obeyed, and sought out the growth of various races and worlds. But to exist for so long, one must find something with which to entertain themselves, and this, he lacked. So caught in an eternal hell of boredom and nothingness, he made a plan.
Makiri went to the nearest planet and sat, watching them. The life that he was made to protect had all the activity he so craved. It made him furious. He went down and assumed their form. He watched still, as they were happy and prosperous, only because of what he had done to nurture them before. He crept up on one lone one and pinned it to a wall with his tail. He watched it with detached curiosity as it squirmed and fought, and asked it, " how is it you were so happy before, but a mere second later, your very life is threatened? Are these forms so fragile that...death" He said as he pinned it harder against the wall. Something cracked like stiff wood and it screamed in pain." is so imminent that I could extinguish it..", He slammed his tail against the wall and the creature was crushed. A strange liquid oozed out of its broken body and settled on the floor. "...like this."
A feeling of accomplishment washed over Makikri. A happiness that he had never before felt. He examined the remains of his first victim and he smiled to himself. " Verry well then... If I helped create this place... it would only be fair if I gained from it what I want." With that, he left the planet, in search of other creatures to amuse him.
Introduction: Makiri walked along the streets of an earthling city. It had been long since he last preyed upon something, and he was overdue for some fun. He watched the humans with his ghostly-blue gaze, scanning the population for a victim.
Something was strange about this planet...
He tailed a lone male, and wit his limited mind-conrtol, nudged him toward a dark alley. The man stopped, wondering why he had chosen this way.. SMACK! The world spun into darkness.
He woke up, chained to the wall and Makiri stepped out of the darkness. "W-who? Where?!?" The man stammered, but could not get the words out. Makiri closed in with an evil grin and stopped right in front of the stammering man's face, his sharp teeth gleaming in the half-light. The man finally mustered up enough strength to ask, "A-are you going to kill me?!?" The demon chuckled, fire playfully leaping at his claws. "Oh no...that wouldn't be much fun, now would it?" He straightened, the room darkened. "I want to hear you scream, smell your fear, your no use to me as a corpse." The man gulped, but would not scream. Makiri pretended not to notice. "I do have, one question...why are you all so different?"
"What?"
"Your species, its so diverse. Never in all my eons of life have I seen such differences in thought, behavior, and.." He hissed, angeling his claws. "pain." He slashed. The man's skin tore off, only enough to cause maximum pain, but no lasting injury. He fought for only a second and then let loose a nightmarish scream.
Later, after the man had been discarded, bleeding and screaming, into a more deserted part of town, Makiri sat and thought. "I believe I like this place. These humans are so satisfying to kill, and so backward they can't possibly do me any harm. I shall stay, converse, and torture them at my liesure." So he sat, on the roof of a building, looking into the night. Surveying his new hunting grounds.