Nazareth

[✖Ciaran]

Name-[/i] Nazareth
Gender-[/i] Male
Structure-[/i] Long shaggy black hair fall from body. His bones are thick causing his build to be quite large and big. Layers . of thick muscle can be seen from underneath his charred coat. Long legs are what prop him up and off of the ground. Nazareth looks out at the world through two dark brown eyes. His right ear is badly shredded from an old fight.
Abilities-[/i] Stealthy and is a skilled fighter.
Drawbacks-[/i] Has a bad temper if you make him furious which may cause him to do things he may regret.
Age-[/i] Three years old.
Personality-[/i] Nazareth was born a natural leader. He always trys to have all the connections through out the land. He tends to be very blunt at times and will say almost anything. Very passionate about what he loves. He has a short temper and will lash out at anyone who tells him what to do. Thinks very little of people he doesn't know but wont be quick to judge them. He may come off as untrustworthy, but reliable for a price and always trys to be almost emotionless but will provoke people he hates. He'll taunt them as well.
Past-[/i] (cant think of anything right now)
RP Example - RA-TAT-TAT RA-TAT-TAT. The drums rolled as the thunder crashed and lighting split up the dark heavens. Rain pounded against the foundation of the earth as if it was trying to get a reaction out of it. Even a yelp would do. Eyes flashed in the darkness as Nazareth slid about. The muck sticking to his long pillars as he glided. Claws shoving deep into the ground and a smirk twitched at the edge of his lips.

The time was coming closer and closer. He knew soon the crys of his enemies would shatter the silence and the angels would beg for the minions of the dark lord to stop. But they were ruthless and he knew that. He worked hard to build his army of his own personal hounds to rip and shred his enemy's army of an disease.
RA-TAT-TAT- RA-TAT-TAT
Labored breathings of the canines could be heard along with the splashing of muck. Nazareth slid to a stop and pivoted, his eyes lingering on the wolves he had lead behind him before he rose to his full height. A sinister grin formed on his maw. "GRAB THEM. RIP THEM FROM THIS EARTH" the silence took over, letting the information sink in. "BUT THE KING...HES MINE" And just like thoroughbreds at a starting gate waiting for the bell to sound the starting, they shot forward and into the darkness. They were just blurs as they zoomed past Nazareth and slid down the steep slope into the darkness.

Soon enough, Nazareth was one of them. His body turned as he looked down into the darkness before he bunched his muscles and sprung forward. Slidding down the hill, he tried to keep his balance as he threw his weight backwards on his hind legs as if he was trying to skid to a halt.
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