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Username: Brightscale (c)
Name: Blake
Age (at most 200): 132
Gender: Male
Personality: He is rather rude and self centered. He loves to kill and hunt and never misses a battle
Theme Song: Feel Like A Monster- Skillet
Element: Darkness
Attacks:
Hellfire- He Is surrounded by a dark red flame that Then Shoots out in jets.
Chaos- Dark energy surrounds his wings and make them larger and sharper. With the Chaos wings he is able to move faster and use his wings as weapons. After it wears off the chaos feathers shoot out to the enemy.
Razor- He claws into the enemy
Lock and key- This is his last resort. He uses dark energy to corrupt the others soul. This nearly drains him entirely but it is very effective, It kills the enemy 90% of the time.
Special Ability: Rage- when he gets angry enough his vision becomes sharper, he is faster and stronger.
Story:
"Wh...what are you?" The saber whimpered "Your worst nightmare." Blake growled and dug his claws into the sabers belly, adding yet another mark to the checkerboard that used to be the sabers skin. Blake loosed a throaty growl before diving his beak into the saber, killing it. "To easy" He growled and tossed the body away from him. Blake shook of the darkness nipping at the edges of his vision. During the battle he had resorted to using Lock and key. It drained him and he felt as if his wings would fold under him at any moment. He flew past the tree tops into the dull grey sky. Rain pattered his wings and and darkened his fur. He shook off his fur, sending drops of water spinning off to be lost among the others. He tucked his wings down and circled down into a cave. It was dimly lit and grim. There were various bones scattered around the cave and blood stains everywhere. Blake stalked over to his grass nest and laid down, welcoming the darkness that overtook him.

He awoke to see Five large griffins standing over him "You are going to die now" One growled "You have murdered your own kind." She growled at blake. Blake felt the memory tugging at him. He was standing over a body. It was raining and black, lightning cracked behind him and lit up the scene. He looked like a demon. The Ice griffin lay still under him and blood dripped off blakes beak. Blake blinked back to the waking world in time to see three griffins pin him down. He struggled and snarled "Let me go!" He shouted as the largest one placed ice-sharpened claws on his neck.

Blake was standing at the edge of a cliff when something shoved him from behind. He felt his ice hard wings lift uselessly and he began to plummet down. Down. down. down. Until he hit the river with tremendous force. He sunk down into the water, trailing bloody, foamy bubbles. He was never seen again.

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