MGH #113 - Grim

Postby cheshire. » Thu May 29, 2014 9:23 am

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username;
my user name is brothers of asgard. i definitely plan on changing it when i can be bothered to actually make a signature to go along with it. so don't expect this username to stick too long. because of my habit to change names, i decided that i would prefer to be called my my nicknames which are chesh and josephine. cheshire was a previous username that i kept for a long period of time. during that era i was en extremely active role player so by the time i changed names, everyone knew me as cheshire. and i like josephine simply because it is my name.
name;
a lot of the time, i take ages to think of a name. like, days on end. but as soon as i saw this gorgeous hyena i wanted to name it grim. i have been using the name grim with a lot of temporary characters in stories i write but i wanted to give a special character the name for keeps. just the way this hyena looks suits the name perfectly. despite the smile marking along it's face, anyone can see that they aren't exactly the most cheerful of the bunch. i just thought grim suited that and added to the effect of who this canine's identity was.
age;
grim's age is the equivalent of nineteen in canine years. he is unsure how old that is in human years since that isn't really where his knowledge extends to. grim isn't all that old nor young. he is quite experienced in what he does and he still has the power of youth to do what he wishes.
gender;
in actual fact, grim has no set gender. at first, everyone thought grim was a female and it appeared to act that way but grim began to try and identify himself as a male, therefore writing himself down as 'him, his.' while grim likes to call himself a boy, he actually has no permanent gender.
element;
none. he was previously a water hyena but after some...incidents, which you will hear of later, trial was passed on whether grim should keep his ability to wield the element or not. grim tried to plead innocent and tell them the truth but they would have none of it. and in the end, grim was stripped of his element, being forced to live without the powers to manipulate water. he was crushed.
fatal flaw;
if grim were ever to have that one horrible fatal flaw, it would most likely be curiosity. curiosity has often brought him to his knees, so close to ending his life. while grim is in better control of it now, sometimes it still gets out of hand and he will find himself in a lot of trouble because of this annoying little personality trait.
personality;
like the name suggests, grim is quite a dark figure. he is a bit of an enigma, never giving out facts about his past simply because it's a sensitive subject. and to add to that, grim isn't exactly the most social hyena on the block. he prefers to avoid speaking to others, one because he is self concious of his lack of element and two, because he doesn't look like the most friendly and a lot of hyenas tend to pass judgement too early and think he is a grumpy canine who will snap at you and be rude. this is totally wrong...okay, well, half wrong. grim is not at all the grumpy hyena with a foul mood. if anything, he wants to make friends and surround himself with trustworthy figures. however, his past refuses to let him forget what trust did to him and in the end, he actually gained a fear of trusting. it makes grim paranoid to think that someone will turn on him like they did so many years ago.
other things that make it hard to get along with grim is that he has no idea what the word humour means. when people crack a cute and funny joke, he will probably take the statement literally and get quite confused. a serious guy in person, grim does not mistake fantasy for reality. he won't give out false hopes and he won't ever underestimate others. grim has very calculative eyes that observe everything. he will take in that knowledge and make sure he never slips up.
laid back and calm, grim is certainly not a party goer. he just can't seem to let loose and enjoy things. if you are the sort of person who doesn't mind content silence, grim may actually get along with you but he is very good at cutting conversations short and generally ignoring people. if you can get him to speak, grim is quite blunt and isn't afraid to tell you your hair is looking back today or that you smell. and after that, he won't even apologize about it.
when grim feels threatened, that is when he tends to get a little more hostile. he will instantly switch to being quite defensive and will attack verbally in an attempt to get you away. while he may look like he wants to bite your head off, grim is always very tentative to resort to physical violence because of his past.
so overall, grim is an out cast who is insecure and honestly, just needs someone who will take pity on him and comfort him.
history;
grim was always a curious puppy. he wanted to explore the world, fight enemies, get the girl. i mean, what puppy wouldn't? but his biggest craving was to know more about the other elements. sure, grim loved his own element was everyone wants what they can't have. he would always watch his friends play around with fire, air or earth and grim would beg them to teach him. by this point they would be laughing and would tell him you couldn't. grim would then demand why everyone was so content to stay at the level they were at. again, they would laugh, thinking that grim was just fooling around. one even joked that he was becoming a pestilence.
everyone knew who pestilence was. he was the hyena who was experimenting on himself and said to be insane. grim didn't know the latter of the facts and became obsessed with finding him. when he finally tracked pestilence down, the older hyena looked totally different than what he had once been like.
pestilence took advantage of grim's curiosity, tempting the young one by saying he could give grim the ability to wield more than his birth element. this hooked grim and for the next few years they worked together, grim becoming pestilence's new guinea pig. and you know what? they achieved it. pestilence figured out that you could strengthen your natural power to work without the support of the gems. and then, you could change the type of gems on the gear, making them correspond to another element. however, this caused great pain and grim went through a lot of suffering.
when he tried to show the public, they instantly turned on him and pestilence. they were arrested on the spot and taken to be trialled. grim hadn't known that what they had been doing was wrong. pestilence had never told him. he desperately tried to defend himself but it didn't work. because he was the one who wielded the two elements, he was sentenced to have his powers stripped. pestilence had turned on grim, saying grim had manipulated him into working for him. pestilence did not lose his powers but was sent away for rehabilitation.
from that day, grim was avoided. he became depressed and violent. over the years, he finally calmed but he still turns the cold shoulder to anyone who tries to befriend him. never would he let another use him like that again.
a part of his life;
both grim and pestilence stood together in a laboratory, their eyes fixed on grim's mana gear at the older of the two tweaked it a bit. grim was a handsome hyena, a pitch black pelt with markings that all corresponded to each other. a spiral with an arrow piercing through it that was aimed at a small black and white target above grim's eyes. curving from his muzzle like a smile would, white spots curved up into a beeline sort of grin. one of the spots was hollowed out, as though making way for the arrow to pass through. he had entirely white eyes that blended with the white splash on his face. the back side of his ears were also white along with one white hind leg and snowy claws. his tail had stripes that were shadowed by grey as well. overall, he had that enigmatic, charming look about him.
pestilence, on the other hand, was an abnormal hyena entirely. they were complete opposites in a way. pestilence had pure white fur with smoky grey paws and swirling markings. he had dark bat-like wings, long ears and wore a mask. but most distinctive about him was the acidic clouds that served as his mane and tail. it was clear his body had been modified unnaturally and left him this way. while they may seem completely different, both had large, dangerous ambitions.
"almost there. brace yourself grim, this is going to hurt." pestilence's voice broke the silence and the white splashed male nodded in response. and with a final adjustment, the pain started. grim's mana exploded inside his paw, leaking out and engulfing him in blue flames. pestilence was sent flying back while grim screamed out in pain.
"make it stop!" grim cried, feet glued to the ground as his mana flew around him. his companion paid him no heed, instead watching in awe as the moisture in the air became attracted to grim and could be seen. and most amazing, there were flames beginning to form. he had done it. a double element wielding hyena.
grim screamed as the excruciating pain engulfed him. his mind could take it no longer and he shut down, going unconscious.
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when he woke up again, grim's head throbbed. he managed to sit up, wincing at his paw sent a shock wave of pain up his arm. looking down, he saw that his paw had blood on it. the power surge had caused the skin to split slightly. grim felt nauseous and felt like he was going to throw up. he also noticed that he had shackles on. this caused him to remain awake as he glanced around for pestilence.
"i'm sorry, i can't let you leave." pestilence emerged into view. the black mgh looked at him, confused. "what do you mean?"
"if they see you, they will destroy you. my creation. so you have to remain here."
grim felt anger surge through him. he had wanted to wield two elements so he could show others. a frown came onto his face but because of his smiling markings it still looked like he was grinning. "what, as your pet?!" he spat.
"yes, sort of like that." pestilence gave him a manic looking smile and grim knew he had lost his mind. he had to get out of here or he would be pestilence's guinea pig forever. "let me go!" he demanded but pestilence shook his head, turning away to look at some documents. grim couldn't take it. he was not being some hostage. summoning his mana, grim moaned in pain as the two elements within him clashed. however, they still activated and the fire melted his chains away. pestilence turned to look, shocked as grim lunged at him.
the two hyena's bodies made a cracking impact as muscle clashed with muscle. fangs snapped at fur and elements fought one another. pestilence's poison gas was dangerous and grim knew that the amount he was inhaling was dangerous. however, pestilence also seemed to be struggling with the elements. fire was singing his skin while water froze on his legs. "you can't escape this grim! you're just like me, you're ambitious and willing to go to any lengths." pestilence snarled between attacks.
"i am nothing like you! you are selfish while i want to help the world, improve it."
"you're no god grim! if anything, you're a freak now. more and more like me every minute. do you think they'll ever accept you?!" pestilence's words hit grim like daggers. he had never thought about it that way. would they reject him because he was different? pain coursed up his leg, forcing grim to leap back. he saw that the exit was right next to him. looking once more to pestilence he snarled fiercely, "i'm doing it for the good of our species! you'll see!" and with that, he charged out the door, into his doom.
relationships;
grim has absolutely no love interested relationships. he does...have a crush but never will he share. they haven't even met before. whilst grim does secretly want a little comfort from another hyena, he isn't really looking for a relationship and would most likely reject anyone who tried. he believes that no one would want to be with one such as himself so he doesn't even try.
as for friends, grim has made a few acquaintances. the only hyena he has ever sustained a conversation with for more than a minute would be takao, an equally laid back, articulate and blunt hyena. while they are not friends, grim can tolerate his presence better than he would other mana geared hyenas.
when it comes to enemies, grim has a lot. the hyenas that passed judgement onto him are definitely around the top ten. he doesn't even remember what they look like but for taking away his element, he hates them. numeros uno on his enemy list would be pestilence. the sight of that hyena sends grim into a silent, infuriated storm of a canine. he can not stand him and despises the fact that pestilence lived among the hyenas. grim sees him at least once a week whether it be walking along the street or seeing him buying things. either way, there will come a day when the two will collide and grim will have to face who he thought was his best friend. and it won't be pretty.
diary entry one;
what a grim day.
it's happened. they have been cut. i am powerless.
they took my element away. my soul.
every time i blink i see myself back in the laboratory. that monster pestilence is across the room, grinning like a real friend. my mouth is moving but i can't hear myself speak. by the excited way pestilence looks i think we are discussing the future, our fame, our ambitions. his mane and tail is a constant, swirling mas of fatal gas. somehow i had managed to survive it, eh, i guess i was immune.
before i can carry on to see the end of this happy memory, a searing pain will always tear up my paw. i can feel myself trying to summon mana but instead my muscle just spasms. i'm like a fish trying to fly. it just doesn't work. when i blink again, i see myself strapped to some sort of table. pestilence is talking as casually as ever while he prepares to inject a syringe into me.
was i always that obedient, always that ready to be his test subject? apparently so because the syringe goes in. and the pain starts up again.
i can't handle this anymore. whenever i even think about using my powers, all i get is a painful twang up my leg and the disappointing result of no water coming to my command. i had taken it for granted. why couldn't i have just left my element as is. why did i have to desire fire, earth and air as well? it's all my fault and i have paid the worst crime. never again will i leave this house a normal hyena. my pack mates know what i have done, i am unwelcome.
there was that girl. i-i wanted to marry her. we never talked but she would shoot me that adorable smile and i would feel like nothing could be better. for another smile like that i would give up my powers...but i'm in no place to make that deal. i have nothing. i am nothing.
tired. so tired. energy no longer comes to me. hunger is gone. thirst, fun, friendship, the light...all of it does not satisfy me. i want to feel the water surge around me. not even her smile can break this veil of darkness.
perhaps in a couple of years i will be accustomed to it...i guess we'll have to wait and see.
it's been a grim day indeed.
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Re: MGH #113

Postby Kenjaku » Thu May 29, 2014 12:25 pm

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Re: MGH #113

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Re: MGH #113

Postby Hyensa » Sun Jun 01, 2014 4:08 am

Graham wrote:love the face design; good work, hyensa! :D


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Avigail

Postby monty » Sun Jun 01, 2014 1:14 pm



Knock~  knock~  on ~ the~  door
you~  said ~ it~  yourself,
you ~ called ~ him~  a ~ man


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This is Avigail; she is a 15 year old 
Mana Geared Hyena.  She doesn't let anyone tell her what to do and she can come off as bossy or stubborn at first.  Most are deterred from her creepy appearance but she has her sweet moments.  One of her favorite pastimes, when she had her powers was to help those who genuinely needed it.  However; she was too careless with her ability and she lost it.  She justified her power use with
feeling threatened for the lives of those she helped.  At the time, she liked the idea of hiding behind anonymity; almost as if she was hiding behind a mask.   She once used her elemental ability; fire, to create a source of heat for the poor when the 
weather was cold.  She often stole food for those who were unable to get it; whether they were too old or poor to hunt or they could not afford it; she'd steal it off of wealthy market owners or she'd hunt it herself for them.  She never let anyone see her and she liked to think of herself as a modern Robin Hood.

Because of her lack of power; Avigail takes pride in markings and she holds her head up while she walks.  She can get a bit cocky at times but most ignore her out of fear.  Other hyenas tend to look down on her at times; because of her blackened gems, but she simply scoffs at them.  She doesn't waste her time with those whom she doesn't like.  She is very touchy about the subject of her power loss and she snaps at those who 
question her about it.  To her; it's a triggering topic that she avoids at all costs but she's aware that people are always curious.  She has a whole list of snippy replies organized and doesn't hesitate to send one in anyone's general direction.
Avigail isn't interested in finding love; she's Asexual She likes being alone most of the time and loves the rain.  It cleans her fur, it produces lots of new, interesting smells, and everything feels refreshed afterwards.  She doesn't like the rain in the rural country as much as she appreciated it in the urban city.  In the city; the rain turned the streets empty and the bright lights were illuminated from the mist.  In the country; the rain just made the ground muddy and uncomfortable to walk in and the people were still out anyway.  
 





Avigail's power loss



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It was a quiet morning; the snow was falling gently on the worn down layer in the city.  During the day; this place was usually packed with families of the rich and middle class humans bustling back and forth.  Mothers protectively wrapping scarves around their daughters, fathers buying coats for their sons... completely ignoring the homeless huddling in the allies.  Now the streets were deserted.  The rich families with the crying children and the middle class families that gratefully clung to their coats, they all abandoned the streets at the late hours.  Avigail scoffed at the idea of how unobservant said families were to the suffering all
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around them.  How the poor struggled to live every day and were berated by those more fortunate.  She heard them; from her hiding place in allies, she heard the nasty things being said.  A group of teenagers telling a sick, disabled, homeless, elderly man to "get a job, bum" and watching his tears as they left.  A group of wealthy women sticking their nose up to a man in a wheelchair with a cup out for spare change, people watching a man playing a saxophone and then they continue to walk away without paying for the entertainment he provided them.  No, none of these people would ever pay these unfortunate individuals any mind and it made Avigail sick to her stomach.  She always lit a fire from afar for the poor human child huddled in a street corner, trying to save himself from the winters harsh cold with no success.  It was a cruel thing to watch and she regretted that she couldn't do anything to help him.  She couldn't magically bring his mother back from the car crash that took her life a few blocks away.  She couldn't undo the factory accident that took that man's ability to walk away and rendered him lame.  She couldn't go back in time and stop that man's wife from taking so many anti-depressant pills that took her life and drowned him in so much grief that he couldn't work, only play his feelings out on the saxophone.  She certainly couldn't stop herself from raiding the Pharmacy for medicine when she saw that young, homeless child kneel over and spill out the little contents of his stomach.  "Yes, the masked Robin Hood struck again" she thought to herself as she crept to the store.  Wandering individuals paid little-to no attention to black canine with the sugar skull-like face and the white hind paw that matched the snow.  No, Avigail was safe from most wandering eyes.  Just the way she liked it.  Just the way she was used to.  So how was she supposed to know how protected the medicine at the Pharmacy was?  How was she supposed to predict that she wouldn't be able to blend into the bright, white lighting of the CVS Pharmacy?  How was she supposed to predict that the place would be enforced by security guards with blunt bats and unforgiving attitudes?  Her black fur coat was immediately spotted by the woman running the store.  She
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screamed when the black canine scaled the counter.  She may not have controlled the air element, but her powerful hind legs allowed her to jump over small obstacles.  She didn't get far however before a bat smacked her across the face and made her fall with a small whimper.  She looked up to see a pair of stocky human men in navy blue outfits, each carrying a bat in hand.  She had seen similar men like this before.  They often put strange things that reminded Avigail of her metal gear around humans' wrists and lead them to sit in roaring machines that took lives.  She didn't like them.  The way their scent rolled off of them, it was hostile.  She didn't like it.  She didn't like the way they looked at her and chased her when she grabbed a boxed medicine bottle off of the shelf.  She didn't like how the bat that swung at her paw felt and sounded as it cracked against her side.  She didn't like how she lost control over herself and sent a crescent-shape ball of fire in the direction of the man who struck her.  She didn't like the wail in agony and the flailing the panicked man made as the flames consumed him.  She didn't like the way his comrade screamed while watching his partner stop moving under the heat of the flames.  Avigail didn't even react as she felt the color, once the same she as the brown on her tail, drain out of her gems.  She fled.  She fled as fast as she could, not caring who saw the limping hyena with the sugar skull-like face with the white hind paw that blended in with the snow.  She fled.  She fled as if trying to escape the empty feeling that consumed her mentality.  The left over space where the confidence from her powers used to be.  She fled back to the kid who's stomach contents laid on the ground.  No more "the masked Robin Hood".  She stared at him.  He stared at her.  Timidly; the broken hyena limped forward and laid the package in front of the kid.  He didn't take it, but she figured he would get the message eventually.  In return; he allowed her to curl around him, snuggling into the warmth of her fur, the protection from the cold, the protection that his mom used to provide for him before the car crash a few blocks away took her life.  In return for her protection; he gave Avigail something to fill the void in her person.  The void that was once filled with the strength and confidence of flame.  Avigail stayed with this boy for three days until the fever claimed his life just as the flame had claimed the life of that strange man in the navy uniform with the bat.  Avigail didn't want to admit that she'd grown attached to the little boy.  Grown attached to the way he would sit up to cough or would gently grab at her fur.  Grown attached to the uneven breathing patterns.  Grown attached to the way she felt important; guarding this fragile child's life.  It was all gone.  And the emptiness was twice as big.  The void that stuck a thorn into Avigail's mind, made her run away from the city that she had lived in for eight years prior, the city that she watched her parents perish in, the city that she took care of the vulnerable in...  It was all gone, all a blur as she fled.  Fled on her broken paw and fled to a rural area.  An area where prey was abundant but her good attitude wasn't.  An area where she grew cold and bitter, despising most who crossed her path.  Yes, that cold winter where she lost her powers and lost everything she knew, turned the hyena with the sugar skull-like face and the white hind paw that blended in with the snow, into the cold and empty shell of a Masked Robin Hood.



What ~~ sad~ situation


A v a g a i l ' s p a s t. 


he~ wants~ his ~baby~ again


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Avigail didn't grow up the way you would think.  She may look dark a dreary but she had a very happy childhood.  Although her biological mother died when she was only a small pup; she was taken in by a dog that acted as her motherly figure as well as another Mana Geared Hyena who acted as her father.  She stayed with her adoptive mother and father for two years in the city.  She loved all of the sounds and new scents the city had to offer.  She was obedient and nice to almost everyone, just as her mother taught her.  She was strong-minded yet subtle, just as her father taught her.  Avigail would run down the allies and chase whatever wildlife she could find.  She would practice sending small flames to poor, unsuspecting trash cans, pretending they were enemy pirates trying to steal her metal gear and gems.  She never had many friends, most of the others in her species thought her as weird and creepy.  She never paid any attention to them anyway, she made friends with most of the humans that passed by in the big city.  She would play with the children that waited outside of stores for their mothers.  She would bat at the long dresses some of the women down the street would wear.  She would receive small treats from generous bakers.  She lived this way for two cheerful years, her short tail never ceasing to wag.

She never knew her mother was ill.  Those two years.  She never knew about the tumor growing in her mother's chest.  She never knew that the hyena who trained her; the one who cared for her, was slowly losing the life force that kept her going.  When her mom died Avigail lost her sanity.  She growled at everything that passed and almost burnt the whole city to the ground.  Her dad was worse than her.  Her dad did lose his sanity.  The water-controling hyena would run rampant down the streets, exploding a fire hydrant to everyone who gave him odd looks.  He saw everything as a threat.  Everything rubbed him the wrong way and he hated it.  When the men in white uniforms finally came to collect him; his powers failed him and his gems blackened.  The inability to fight fire with water resulted in a tranquilizer dart right in Avigail's father's shoulder; releasing a powerful drug into his system.  Th Animal Control officers had no idea he would have allergic reactions.  They didn't mean to leave young Avigail alone to fend for herself.


Every~ gaze ~is~ goodbye
But ~~ know ~this~ maneuver
 he's ~wearing ~the ~perfect~ disguise


More about Avigail

Avigail is 15 years old; born 11/14/1998 in the city she was raised in.  When she was barely 4 weeks old her biological mother; the only family she had, died of sickness.  Her adoptive mother; a lab mix named Shika and her adoptive father, a water-controlling Mana Geared Hyena named Stone, took her in. She's Asexual, and she doesn't mind what pronoun people use for her; male, female or non-traditional, it doesn't matter.  She goes by a masculine gender identity.  She's a Scorpio.  Her favorite color is blue because she likes every shade of it.
 


Am~~dead~ or~ alive?
Am ~~making ~up ~~lot 
or ~~little?

Is ~this ~too ~big~ a 
mountain~ to ~climb?



Likes;

Hunting small rodents
Hunting in general
Quiet settings
Strawberries
Exploring new places
The stars
Dark places
Hiding from the stresses of life
Rock music, she heard it from humans and she loves it
Her friends and family
Dislikes;

The stress of life
Mentions of her past
Mentions of her extinguished gems
Cities or crowded places
Small children; they reminder Avigail of the kid she couldn't save.
Most other Mana Geared Hyenas, she'll tolerate though
Opposing viewpoints
Places with too much color, she feels out of place.



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don't
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me
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Now ~I'm ~drunk ~and ~irresponsible
 -- probably~~loss -- 
And ~everything ~she~ needs 
is~ everything ~I'm~ not


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I named Avigail after the song Avigail
by Intercept.  Avigail is a very unknown song, it's very 
pretty with an almost tragic-melody.  The premise behind
it is kind of dark and it almost feels beautifully eerie.  At
least to me that is.  I've been waiting for an adopt that fits 
the song perfectly and I think I found the one.  

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Avigail's weaknesses

Avigail has a soft spot for baby animals, mostly kittens.  She once fostered an abandoned litter of four kittens with the help of her adoptive mother when she was barely one year old.  They grew up to be mutual friends who would nod their head at each other in the allies.  She also has a soft spot for human children.  Although she may be an older canine; she still lets kids use her stomach for a pillow while she's laying down or she'll let them play with her fur or she'll let them paint her toe nails.  She respects humans more than she does her own species.  When verbally fighting; her main weakness is mentions of her blackened gems since they trigger awful memories.  When physically sparring or fighting, something she doesn't do very much anymore, her front, right leg is her main weakness since it was broken the same day she lost her powers and she never had a professional doctor look at it.

Drunk~ and ~irresponsible~ are~ different~ sides ~of~ me


Avigail's quirks

Avigail has a bad habit of getting distracted easily.  Every little noise sparks her curiosity.  That's why her favorite home was the city; there were so many noises and interesting sounds to explore.  Her curiosity has led her into some tough situations that almost lead her to lose the color in her gems before her accident.  She's fascinated by bright colors although she hates to admit it.  One of her favorite hobbies when she was younger was to watch the pretty colors that were created from human-maid fires in the city.  Interesting colors and sounds are how you win Avigail's heart.  The few friends she has have the same appreciation for vibrant colors.  
Another quirk of hers is she often takes in the weak.  For example; one of her favorite friends, a Mana Geared Hyena named
Aspen, was a very timid and wimpy hyena.  Out of sympathy; she took him under her wing and gave him more confidence.  
Sometimes when she's talking really fast she'll mess up her words and struggle to correct herself; this only really happens when she gets really excited though.  Whenever she's arguing she has trouble keeping the tone of her voice consistant and she almost always wants to resort to violence.  She tends to look down on those younger than her, yet she tries not to.  She's also a little clumsy and tends to drag her right leg out of habit sometimes.
 


Avigail's current home

Currently; Avigail lives in the rural country; a good 38 miles from the outskirts of the city she grew up in. It took her about a year to make it this far; mostly because she stopped at a few places to allow her broken paw to heal and she only moved when a stronger opponent found her and chased her out of its territory. She lives on a farm shared with an elderly human that allowed all kinds of strange animals take shelter. There's not many other Mana Geared Hyenas in the area but she prefers it because there's no one to mock her on her lack of power. Her home is a shabby, run-down barn that also shelters a horse,a dog, two sheep and a cow that's too old to produce milk. There is a lot of farm land and there's acre upon acre of forest to explore which is the main reason why Avigail chose it in the first place. She loves how she can just escape whenever she needs to and no one will come looking for her (apart from her friend Aspen when she feels generous enough to let him tag along. ) She allows follows the trail of mice or other small rodents. She appreciates the nostalgic-like feeling she gets of when she chased down ally cats in the city she grew up in. The forest also has lots of hiding places that she's known to seek shelter in when it rains. She's made friends with the wolf-pack that owns the territory, the alpha and herself having a mutual respect for one-another's strength. He mainly allows her to stay since she has never shown any signs of ambition to steal the territory from his pack.



The pride of an eagle

Avigail has always had a secret respect for most avian, especially eagles. She's always admired the way that the huge bird's moved their wings and strength to propel themselves in the air and keep their bodies suspended. Along-side eagles; she always has had a mutual respect and admiration for air controlling creatures. She loves the graceful way she's seen their powers work. She loves the pride behind it as well. Yes, air is definitely and element she would control if she could.


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Re: MGH #113

Postby ArizonaT3a » Mon Jun 02, 2014 7:53 am

Reserve!
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hell's warrior [ a servent to the dark lord himself ]

Postby koegami » Mon Jun 02, 2014 10:57 pm

Nah, dropping out.
No art will go to the winner, I'll probably get it re colored. Good luck guys.
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Re: MGH #113

Postby TinyEldritch » Wed Jun 04, 2014 1:47 am

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Name:


They...They likes to call me Deku...Nono that cannot be right..Is it?


Gender:

Me having a gender? Do I have one?...Yes yes, male I'm positive I'm male.



Element:

I control the wind...Ah yes, feeling it run through my fur..Heuehe..Such a wonderful feeling is it not?

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Personality:

Me why...Hehe...They call me, oh what was that word...Insane?

Why would they call me insane, I've done nothing wrong.

They cast me away, banished me out, thrown me to the cold world beyond the safety of their paws.

I will never understand what they really felt within.

Oh yes, and..One had called me cruel...

Why would I be cruel?

Why should I be so nice to those who took away the things I cherish.

Taking it away like I meant nothing, oh nothing at all

Wrapping me up, tearing at my flesh, with their horrible jaws

Oh make it stop, please!

I beg of you to let me be!

Before he comes oh yes him

To simply let out all of my sin.


Past
Must I speak of something gone so terribly wrong...Well I suppose I can.

Only a pup I was, my eyes bright, my barks light.

My mother and father, with the shame in their eyes.

I hadn't noticed, not at all, too happy to recognize my own faults.

Soon I wasn't a pup anymore,

and I was already kicked out the door,

Why was I cursed with this masked face?

That seemed to show death, with every wake.

Not one can pass me without fear,

Like I'm to only bring plague for the rest of their years.

I roamed for many moons,

Alone and scared, never finding my place.

Then one day, I saw his face.

He took me in, sheltered me.

He never did see a fault in my mask of death, oh no.

In fact, he encouraged my strange powers and wicked ways,

Helping me through every. Single. Day.

A tragedy struck on a wistful night.

My powers created such a fright,

He never awoke the next night.

Now he haunts me oh yes he does,

Keeps my power flowing, just because.

He has faith in me, oh I know!

He's the one who makes my powers flow.


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Likes:
Dislikes:

>Crowds of people
>Opening up to people
>Making friends
>Getting hurt
>Losing "Him"
>Having nightmares
>Being paranoid
>Getting lost
>Losing his companion
>Finding himself wanting to hurt people
>Getting possessed

>Cold
>The dark
>Flowers
>Bones
>Dreaming
>"Him"
>Himself
>His small companion (A little red-wing blackbird)
>To be alone
>Cuddling
>Grassy areas
>Forest shade



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His favorite song;

Wires



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