Post by Flutter (Frosty) on Sept 13, 2010 4:20:49 GMT -5
While I no longer own this Neopet, I can bring his character back for an RP if need be.
A rather feathery stallion stands up on a podium, faltering slightly. His eyes, overcast by shadows of cataracts, see nothing; he hears nothing. However, he can sense words and smell emotion- so talking about him in a rude way isn't really recommended. He can be a jerk that way so- OW! >> Here he goes.
THEE ANJELMAYKER, fallen starry hippocamp
Alright, dear peons, listen closely, for I will only say all of this once. I refuse to bend to your pre-written, overfabricated, expose-type rubbish you call 'biographies'. Note that this is spoken, not written, so do not even assume that the human that has attached herself to me is taking notes. But you probably should, anyhow. I am, after all, fascinating.
((Read: He's speaking out his own bio sort of like Homer did. Probably not a good idea to interrupt him.))
If you must call me by a nickname, please refer to me as Anjel. Nothing else will do. Any misspellings or mispronunciations will result in an immediate flogging.
My age is something I will not disclose. Suffice it to say that I have been soaring through the skies for eons; I was cast down twenty years ago in this utterly handsome form.
My colouring, in case you are blind, is a pearly white with blue undertoning. My wings are pastel blue (all four of them), as are my tail feathers. My mane is a brilliant sapphire; my eyes were once as dark as the sea but have long since lost their colour. My dominant wings are large and can carry me for long distances, whilst the smaller ones are very much so useless and are likely only good for balance. I wear the mask of the destroyer, Apollyon (Ababon in Hebrew), which is solid black and extends over my strong muzzle and atop my shaved forelock. I am also tall and rather imposing- 17.2hh, if you're wondering.
DARE YOU LAUGH AT MY DESCRIPTION, MEN? I did not think so. Moving on.
My 'paintbrush' colouring on Neopets is Starry, rather fitting for a fallen heavenly host; I only wish my image there might display how truly attractive I am. One cannot have everything, I suppose.
I am forever open to meeting new people in this thing you call 'roleplay' until January, when my human typist returns to higher education- however, I am not apt to be in anywhere too crowded or too hot. Large crowds irk me into... well. We will get into my occupation later. Hot places are just disgusting and dirty- one cannot get clean enough in such an environment. He shudders.
I have no children, nor do I have love in my life- I would likely destroy both things, due to fate itself. (I did have a conversation with the immortal of fate, but she insisted that fate is what one makes of it. I beg to differ.) Nor do I have any family or friends, which brings me to my occupation.
I am a gentleman serial killer. An interesting trade, is it not? I limit myself to other males. Females and young ones of either gender are untouchable- there is no joy in killing something that cannot defend itself. He shrugs, almost smiling. There is something to be said for feeling the life rush out of another creature as they beg for it- for me to spare them. There is approximately, as Frosty would say, a snowball's chance in hell of me actually sparing you once I have targeted you. As such, if one wishes death upon themselves, this sort of 'role playing' will only take place in the Mature Boards section as I outline every detail of your death. Again; I will not kill a female or child. Even I have morals, after all.
Now, take time to gaze upon my amazing conformation while Frosty steps in to erm... explain about my 'creation'.
Isn't that just like a narcissistic serial killer :/ And forgive the image, it's when I was still drawing my characters with sea lion rears XD.
Anjel was inspired by just ONE episode of Criminal Minds and my love of criminal psychology and astronomy. It's not hard to see why he's one of my favorite but lesser known characters- he's very difficult to roleplay, to write about, and to figure out. As a writer, he'd make most people cringe- but I love a challenge.
I'll be the first to admit that he came about while I was addicted to prescription pain killers- while the drugs that helped inspire him are long gone (I've been recovering since March and am damn proud of it,) he's a sign to me that something good CAN come out of something totally evil. I suppose that's why he's stuck in my heart- a reminder of the evil that was in my own body and the odd, almost identical urges I felt during the course of my addiction.
So now I proudly present Thee Anjelmayker to you- he's a fair bit more than a character to me, and I hope you enjoy him in the same odd way I do. ^_^
A rather feathery stallion stands up on a podium, faltering slightly. His eyes, overcast by shadows of cataracts, see nothing; he hears nothing. However, he can sense words and smell emotion- so talking about him in a rude way isn't really recommended. He can be a jerk that way so- OW! >> Here he goes.
THEE ANJELMAYKER, fallen starry hippocamp
Alright, dear peons, listen closely, for I will only say all of this once. I refuse to bend to your pre-written, overfabricated, expose-type rubbish you call 'biographies'. Note that this is spoken, not written, so do not even assume that the human that has attached herself to me is taking notes. But you probably should, anyhow. I am, after all, fascinating.
((Read: He's speaking out his own bio sort of like Homer did. Probably not a good idea to interrupt him.))
If you must call me by a nickname, please refer to me as Anjel. Nothing else will do. Any misspellings or mispronunciations will result in an immediate flogging.
My age is something I will not disclose. Suffice it to say that I have been soaring through the skies for eons; I was cast down twenty years ago in this utterly handsome form.
My colouring, in case you are blind, is a pearly white with blue undertoning. My wings are pastel blue (all four of them), as are my tail feathers. My mane is a brilliant sapphire; my eyes were once as dark as the sea but have long since lost their colour. My dominant wings are large and can carry me for long distances, whilst the smaller ones are very much so useless and are likely only good for balance. I wear the mask of the destroyer, Apollyon (Ababon in Hebrew), which is solid black and extends over my strong muzzle and atop my shaved forelock. I am also tall and rather imposing- 17.2hh, if you're wondering.
DARE YOU LAUGH AT MY DESCRIPTION, MEN? I did not think so. Moving on.
My 'paintbrush' colouring on Neopets is Starry, rather fitting for a fallen heavenly host; I only wish my image there might display how truly attractive I am. One cannot have everything, I suppose.
I am forever open to meeting new people in this thing you call 'roleplay' until January, when my human typist returns to higher education- however, I am not apt to be in anywhere too crowded or too hot. Large crowds irk me into... well. We will get into my occupation later. Hot places are just disgusting and dirty- one cannot get clean enough in such an environment. He shudders.
I have no children, nor do I have love in my life- I would likely destroy both things, due to fate itself. (I did have a conversation with the immortal of fate, but she insisted that fate is what one makes of it. I beg to differ.) Nor do I have any family or friends, which brings me to my occupation.
I am a gentleman serial killer. An interesting trade, is it not? I limit myself to other males. Females and young ones of either gender are untouchable- there is no joy in killing something that cannot defend itself. He shrugs, almost smiling. There is something to be said for feeling the life rush out of another creature as they beg for it- for me to spare them. There is approximately, as Frosty would say, a snowball's chance in hell of me actually sparing you once I have targeted you. As such, if one wishes death upon themselves, this sort of 'role playing' will only take place in the Mature Boards section as I outline every detail of your death. Again; I will not kill a female or child. Even I have morals, after all.
Now, take time to gaze upon my amazing conformation while Frosty steps in to erm... explain about my 'creation'.
Isn't that just like a narcissistic serial killer :/ And forgive the image, it's when I was still drawing my characters with sea lion rears XD.
Anjel was inspired by just ONE episode of Criminal Minds and my love of criminal psychology and astronomy. It's not hard to see why he's one of my favorite but lesser known characters- he's very difficult to roleplay, to write about, and to figure out. As a writer, he'd make most people cringe- but I love a challenge.
I'll be the first to admit that he came about while I was addicted to prescription pain killers- while the drugs that helped inspire him are long gone (I've been recovering since March and am damn proud of it,) he's a sign to me that something good CAN come out of something totally evil. I suppose that's why he's stuck in my heart- a reminder of the evil that was in my own body and the odd, almost identical urges I felt during the course of my addiction.
So now I proudly present Thee Anjelmayker to you- he's a fair bit more than a character to me, and I hope you enjoy him in the same odd way I do. ^_^