Post by - - -a | b a « on Sept 23, 2012 20:56:50 GMT -5
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this dark place in my head; i'm all alone, my dreams are dead
[/center]i'm sending you away tonight, put you on a bird's strong wing
and i forget, how fragile are the very strong
Name: Alin
Nickname: Romania;Ro, Red
Species: red fox
Gender: male
Companion: Vlad the
Special Features: Noticeably, Romania supports a genetic mutation of very bright red or blood red (depending on the lighting) eyes, said to have enough intensity to see inside one's soul and his or her dark secrets. Aside from this contradistinct eye-colour, it is noted that his mouth always seems to be curved into, what one might say, a psychotic smile of sorts; it doesn't help that both his canines are abnormally large, the left one seeking vengeance even with his mouth closed. These are the most significant and sightly, whilst his scars, though there, are not. He has a few on his forelegs and one gash across his neck.
life is cursed now i'm worse than dead; slave to the blade that i crave instead
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i'm stuck in a bloody jam; half a monster and half a man
Personality: Romania always seems to leave one gasping in confusion, as the rumors say, whether it be from his ridiculous appearance or his enigmatic personality is debatable. He seems very open and energetic, someone with a love for trouble, seeking iniquity 'for the fun of it'. A happy and carefree, good-natured and rarely sullen student of the dark arts. One perhaps to even be proposed as the mythical canine 'Vampire' by humans.
Although this borderlines a complete and sturdy 'true', rumors have always sprung up from facts and facts are what one would call 'true'. For example, in his old world, it is rumored that Romania is unwanted by all canines and is not socially acceptable, as a member or as even a canine because of his bad habits and suspicious way of thinking. This, while having some basic facts, is only loosely connected or having to do with any of his actual personality.
One would not be lying when they say that he is mysterious and dangerous. In fact, that is a perfectly acceptable description. Romania has never liked crowds. He prefers to keep to himself and do things as he would like to do them. Nothing of this 'interference' of others. He is withdrawn when he finds the time and an enigma to outsiders, meaning those that he does not know or care to get to know. At the same time, danger can practically be called his aura. A troublesome vibe is always around him, whether it means he will actually grasp trouble and make cause throughout the town is his choice to embrace. Sometimes he can be weary of it, weary of himself, most times he is. At days he will reprimand himself for finding such glee in what society views as repulsive and the next he will get right back up and do them again. A danger both to himself and others.
Yet, he is outgoing and carefree or at least he comes off as such. When acting regularly with a crowd he must, he is flamboyant and flirtatious, flattering and altogether well-rounded. He likes to be that one ball of energy going from one person to another and just annoy the shit out of them. Annoying. It is amusing to him to act as such. Mostly because it lets him figure out what riles his victim up, what makes him angry. Something maybe deeper if push comes to shove. Something, to hold over their head. Of course, it is a ruse. Rare is the time that he actually means it. Most definitely he has fun teasing others and making jokes, but he does not view it as what he would normal do if he were left to his own devices.
For those he does choose to know, or those that choose to know him understand him better, as most would. To them or rather him, he does not feel the need to hide himself behind a mask. And they get the rare unappeRomaniag sight of the aftermath of history.
Moody. Sullen. Snappish and hostile; sadistic. But just plain tired. Yet, childish, hardworking, and very perceptive. Romania is not one who runs to doors to have them be thrown open to a stranger. He is friendly, yet suspicious and cautious. His trust, if given, is to be cherished and not wasted. All in all, one may call him fragile. Not fragile as in complete wimpy and lack of attitude fragile, but emotionally fragile to which if he gives one his honest loyalty not just out of obligation, and it is then in return broken, he himself will feel broken. It is in some sense, the spirit of romanticism with which he keeps locked up deep down inside him.
A Romantic. Truly. He always had a strange fascination to romance. It drew him in, feeding him, adding to his yearning of something. Just something. He does not know what yet, but there is something he wants, way far out of reach. He does not know how to find it and grasp it. Once, he felt like he had a strong hold on that something, but it fluttered away just as quickly. He wants to love a person. Really and truly love that somebody. Like in a fairy tale. Where the guy gets the girl, no, lover of his dreams and they ride happily ever after into the sunset. He longs for the notion; basks in it.
Quite frankly, it is a dark wanting, a dark longing for romance. Something he knows or assumes that he does not deserve, no more than he deserves to serve an Alpha or have the friend that he has. Yet, the boundaries that he always sets for himself, he cannot help but break. He is disgusted by how easily he can break his own vow. But he is greedy. Wanting. No matter how hard he tries to settle back and think rationally, he is overcome with greed. Sadistic even. A part of him that he hates.
Romania is, what one would call, emotionally challenged. Sure, he is happy, sad, angry, exasperated, something shown quite clearly at times, but really, he is that faded face behind the mask. The one that has not peeked out for many years, would not even be able to recognize itself once the mask was stripped away and a mirror was brought. For standing in front of that face was a stranger. And that is all Romania knows. So when something traumatic, or something not even, were to happen, perhaps it be something little, he would not freak out. No. He would be strangely calm, uncaring. Brush it off and ignore it. Stay away from the person who had called such emotions to his black face. It is one of the times that his mask slips. It is not as if he does not care, it is simply because he does not understand what to do.
don't tell me what to do; or i'll suck the life right out of you
Extra: He had one lived with his mother and father away in what was once known as Romania. Leaving, once they had both died, he opted to change his name to his once loved home and take on a new appearance and a new life.
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