Post by Mukuo Nox on Oct 3, 2008 17:00:22 GMT -5
General
Name: Mukuo Nox
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Species:Shifter
Family:Deanon
Appearance
Eye Color:An extremely pale metallic silver, with flecks of light unimpressionable blue here and there.
Hair Color: Mukuo’s hair is a thick jet black, glossy and soft, cut short and styled in articulate though somewhat effortless spikes. The jet hue of his hair bares slight ‘Jaguar print’ (Like leopard spots) impressions on it, in a dark silver colour that one can only spot up close or in well lit areas.
Height: 5`7
Build:He’s Femininely slender but toned with slight muscle, the kind that only comes from years of fighting. He’s also rather tall and carries himself surprisingly well, almost as though he thinks himself royalty.
Scars/Markings/Tattoos: Mukuo’s body is plagued with scars, in various shapes, depths and horrid detail; he has those inflicted by claws and fangs, those inflicted by cold steel and searing led.
Predominant Feature: His sharp, godless mocking silver hues, fake smile and femininely lithe form.
Skin Quality: Mukuo’s skin is an oddly pale hue, with an almost sickly bruised grey shading around his jaw-line, eyes, cheekbones and other noticeable features.
General Appearance:
Clothes: Mukuo usually wears a black and white striped jumper, with a large semicircular neck line, that sometimes means his shoulders dip through the large, nearly totally open necked collar, the sleeves of the jumper are long, and often drape completely over his hands, rarely showing off even the tips of his slender long nailed fingers.
The male wears tight fitting grey jeans, with tares and patches of worn fabric all over them, a couple of chains hang from the large belt, that sits at a jaunty angle on his slight hips.
Mukuo has been known to wear a grey cap too, which looks to be a couple of sizes too big, he also has two large disk earrings hanging from the lobes of his ears, made from a thin mouldable steel. The male refrains from wearing footwear, unless of course he can steal it… the reason for this is unknown, but it suits the rest of his obscure being.
Animal
Species: Black Jaguar / Panther
Unnatural Attributes: He has the same dark grey ‘Jaguar Print’ as his hair, spread in a dark (But lighter then black) grey, all over his jet black pelt, As well as his array of garish scars.
General Appearance:
Personality
Likes: Smoking, drinking, manipulating, killing, hunting and the dark.
Dislikes: Children, humans, shifters, the weak and ‘Do good’ers.
Influences: His Mother, Isis Yvehz.
Goals: Power, so much he could get drunk off it.
Strengths: Mukuo’s strengths lie in his words, more then brute strength, but he’s not so unfortunate in that department either.
Flaws: His arrogance constantly gets him into trouble.
Habits:Mukuo can’t go more then a hour without an alcoholic beverage and he gets awfully volatile if he’s without a cigarette for little more 15 minutes, these habits often hold him back… or cause him to throw himself into unnecessary trouble.
General Personality:Mukuo is a strange creature, from first appearances he can seem quite happy, always smiling, though that’s not to say there isn’t something unnerving off about the whole gesture. He acts quite aloof and feminine when he can be bothered too, talking incessantly and voicing rather cruel remarks, hidden behind a sing-song sweet voice and smile.
More often though the male is very cynical, sarcastic and quite crude in the way addresses certain things, he’ll say exactly what he wants, no more and no less. Inviting one into his derange way of thinking, just so he can confuse and break said person down from the inside. Despite this, the male still manoeuvres himself in a strangely delicate manner, with little if any respect for personal space or gender.
He does what he wants and’ll waste not time in having people realize it.
He’s intelligent, loud and obscenely arrogant; All in all, a dangerous and unpredictable guy, seeing as he’s clever enough to act however one wants him too.
Family
Father:Dante Nox (Deceased)
Mother: Isis Yvehz
Siblings:Coyote Nox (Deceased)
Lover: N/A
Other Family: N/A
Close Friends: N/A
Background
General History:
Mukuo had always been a… troubled child, even before his Shifter abilities, though that’s not to say… such an ungodly power didn’t speed up the boy’s progression down the morally ‘wrong’ road. The last thing you wanted to do was give a harmless beast claws and fangs… and yet there he was, after a volitle puberty… just begging for power, hungering for it.
You could say he’d gotten what he wanted, and it definitely had gone to the males head. Though he wasn’t religious or moronic (in his opinion) enough to believe it was a gift from god or some higher power. Mukuo failed to see why power should be distributed… were he to have it, he’d keep it all to himself and wallow in its green and lust for more.
Mukuo’s father had just been another human, and so during Mukuo’s change from a normal child into something else, the man became rather unstable, he drank, came home late only to yell at his cruel vindictive seductress; Isis Yvehz and to plead with the eldest of his two sons (Mukuo), asking him piteously to just be normal.
Of course, Isis had never told the man about her Shapeshifting abilities… why should she? They weren’t married and she had no reason to spook the poor man, especially not now she had two kids to feed… he was useful, so she wouldn’t. Course… it never crossed the woman’s mind that she might possess feelings for the man… never.
It was through his father that Mukuo got into the habit of smoking and drinking… which would later become his beloved addictions, but at that point his father was weary of him… in a way that any other child would find severely depressing… his father couldn’t go near him without flinching or looking down at the floor, as if the black and which checker tiles held the answer to his slowly diminishing existence… pft.
After the usual drunken activities…of which had left Mukuo passed out in a bar somewhere, Dante traversed home alone… naively ordering his cold spouse about, to do his bidding, arrogantly ignoring the murderous glare he was given… at least until he was face to face with it… then… he seemed suddenly all too sober. In his sudden flight of fear the man hit her across the face… ushering quivering words of forced rage…
That; promptly, was the night the man died, suspiciously mauled within the household… by a creature that didn’t originate even from the country.
A couple of years later… Mukuo murdered his younger brother, coldly… even going so far as to devour the boys remains, only a couple of years younger he had been… but he showed promise, a power that Mukuo had been able to master… a great strength of will and belief…
This irritated Mukuo to a point of which he could no longer stand it, they fought for many days… a bloody horrific battle, fought within rolling pastured, stained crimson with a ring of almost perfectly crushed grass; where the two had circled each other in the ritual of primeval warfare.
Surprisingly, Mukuo’s mother seemed unhindered by the loss… she became the only welcome tie Mukuo has, even now, to this decrypt and severely crappy world. She was hardly a role-model, but he was always amused by her presence and yet further amused by the way she taught and the pearls of wisdom she passed on.
After that, Mukuo took to the world, messing up whatever he could, staining his mortally ‘wrong’ path with those that would try to tie him down, or tame his strange nature.
Name: Mukuo Nox
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Species:Shifter
Family:Deanon
Appearance
Eye Color:An extremely pale metallic silver, with flecks of light unimpressionable blue here and there.
Hair Color: Mukuo’s hair is a thick jet black, glossy and soft, cut short and styled in articulate though somewhat effortless spikes. The jet hue of his hair bares slight ‘Jaguar print’ (Like leopard spots) impressions on it, in a dark silver colour that one can only spot up close or in well lit areas.
Height: 5`7
Build:He’s Femininely slender but toned with slight muscle, the kind that only comes from years of fighting. He’s also rather tall and carries himself surprisingly well, almost as though he thinks himself royalty.
Scars/Markings/Tattoos: Mukuo’s body is plagued with scars, in various shapes, depths and horrid detail; he has those inflicted by claws and fangs, those inflicted by cold steel and searing led.
Predominant Feature: His sharp, godless mocking silver hues, fake smile and femininely lithe form.
Skin Quality: Mukuo’s skin is an oddly pale hue, with an almost sickly bruised grey shading around his jaw-line, eyes, cheekbones and other noticeable features.
General Appearance:
Clothes: Mukuo usually wears a black and white striped jumper, with a large semicircular neck line, that sometimes means his shoulders dip through the large, nearly totally open necked collar, the sleeves of the jumper are long, and often drape completely over his hands, rarely showing off even the tips of his slender long nailed fingers.
The male wears tight fitting grey jeans, with tares and patches of worn fabric all over them, a couple of chains hang from the large belt, that sits at a jaunty angle on his slight hips.
Mukuo has been known to wear a grey cap too, which looks to be a couple of sizes too big, he also has two large disk earrings hanging from the lobes of his ears, made from a thin mouldable steel. The male refrains from wearing footwear, unless of course he can steal it… the reason for this is unknown, but it suits the rest of his obscure being.
Animal
Species: Black Jaguar / Panther
Unnatural Attributes: He has the same dark grey ‘Jaguar Print’ as his hair, spread in a dark (But lighter then black) grey, all over his jet black pelt, As well as his array of garish scars.
General Appearance:
Personality
Likes: Smoking, drinking, manipulating, killing, hunting and the dark.
Dislikes: Children, humans, shifters, the weak and ‘Do good’ers.
Influences: His Mother, Isis Yvehz.
Goals: Power, so much he could get drunk off it.
Strengths: Mukuo’s strengths lie in his words, more then brute strength, but he’s not so unfortunate in that department either.
Flaws: His arrogance constantly gets him into trouble.
Habits:Mukuo can’t go more then a hour without an alcoholic beverage and he gets awfully volatile if he’s without a cigarette for little more 15 minutes, these habits often hold him back… or cause him to throw himself into unnecessary trouble.
General Personality:Mukuo is a strange creature, from first appearances he can seem quite happy, always smiling, though that’s not to say there isn’t something unnerving off about the whole gesture. He acts quite aloof and feminine when he can be bothered too, talking incessantly and voicing rather cruel remarks, hidden behind a sing-song sweet voice and smile.
More often though the male is very cynical, sarcastic and quite crude in the way addresses certain things, he’ll say exactly what he wants, no more and no less. Inviting one into his derange way of thinking, just so he can confuse and break said person down from the inside. Despite this, the male still manoeuvres himself in a strangely delicate manner, with little if any respect for personal space or gender.
He does what he wants and’ll waste not time in having people realize it.
He’s intelligent, loud and obscenely arrogant; All in all, a dangerous and unpredictable guy, seeing as he’s clever enough to act however one wants him too.
Family
Father:
Mother: Isis Yvehz
Siblings:
Lover: N/A
Other Family: N/A
Close Friends: N/A
Background
General History:
Mukuo had always been a… troubled child, even before his Shifter abilities, though that’s not to say… such an ungodly power didn’t speed up the boy’s progression down the morally ‘wrong’ road. The last thing you wanted to do was give a harmless beast claws and fangs… and yet there he was, after a volitle puberty… just begging for power, hungering for it.
You could say he’d gotten what he wanted, and it definitely had gone to the males head. Though he wasn’t religious or moronic (in his opinion) enough to believe it was a gift from god or some higher power. Mukuo failed to see why power should be distributed… were he to have it, he’d keep it all to himself and wallow in its green and lust for more.
Mukuo’s father had just been another human, and so during Mukuo’s change from a normal child into something else, the man became rather unstable, he drank, came home late only to yell at his cruel vindictive seductress; Isis Yvehz and to plead with the eldest of his two sons (Mukuo), asking him piteously to just be normal.
Of course, Isis had never told the man about her Shapeshifting abilities… why should she? They weren’t married and she had no reason to spook the poor man, especially not now she had two kids to feed… he was useful, so she wouldn’t. Course… it never crossed the woman’s mind that she might possess feelings for the man… never.
It was through his father that Mukuo got into the habit of smoking and drinking… which would later become his beloved addictions, but at that point his father was weary of him… in a way that any other child would find severely depressing… his father couldn’t go near him without flinching or looking down at the floor, as if the black and which checker tiles held the answer to his slowly diminishing existence… pft.
After the usual drunken activities…of which had left Mukuo passed out in a bar somewhere, Dante traversed home alone… naively ordering his cold spouse about, to do his bidding, arrogantly ignoring the murderous glare he was given… at least until he was face to face with it… then… he seemed suddenly all too sober. In his sudden flight of fear the man hit her across the face… ushering quivering words of forced rage…
That; promptly, was the night the man died, suspiciously mauled within the household… by a creature that didn’t originate even from the country.
A couple of years later… Mukuo murdered his younger brother, coldly… even going so far as to devour the boys remains, only a couple of years younger he had been… but he showed promise, a power that Mukuo had been able to master… a great strength of will and belief…
This irritated Mukuo to a point of which he could no longer stand it, they fought for many days… a bloody horrific battle, fought within rolling pastured, stained crimson with a ring of almost perfectly crushed grass; where the two had circled each other in the ritual of primeval warfare.
Surprisingly, Mukuo’s mother seemed unhindered by the loss… she became the only welcome tie Mukuo has, even now, to this decrypt and severely crappy world. She was hardly a role-model, but he was always amused by her presence and yet further amused by the way she taught and the pearls of wisdom she passed on.
After that, Mukuo took to the world, messing up whatever he could, staining his mortally ‘wrong’ path with those that would try to tie him down, or tame his strange nature.