. Chaos The Hell-Bringer .
Name -
Chaos The Hell-Bringer
Nickname -
Chaos
Shade [Very Rarely Called. He took on the name Chaos when he started his killing-spree.]
Facts -
1 - Has a voice who is always talking to him in his head- It's actually the right side of his face. Since his mouth is sewed shut on the left side of his face Chaos can only hear it's voice in his head. Chaos makes this voice known as his.. 'Good Side' that no-one will ever no about.
2 - His heart was NOT cut out when he died. The demons cut his heart out and stitched his body together when he entered hell.
3 - His paw will normally fall short of his body. This causes him to delay a moment so he can tie it back on so there is a hint for you when in a fight with Chaos.. Aim for his hind [right] paw.
4 - He basically can't hear in his right ear with is stitched together. I mean.. Think. Would you be able to hear after having the demons of hell stitch you back together?
5 - When he entered hell his body was basically tattered and torn apart.. This caused him to have certain body parts stitched back onto his body.
6 - He hates to be called small- If you don't believe me, check my signature.
Age -
Was 2 Years at the time of death, he is now a 100 year demon.
Species -
Demon.. Zombie.. Cat-Type.. Thing?
Pictures of Chaos/Appearance -
.Chaos. By Me.
.Chaos, Grimm, & Yukon. By Highlights.
. Chaos Arguing With His.. 'Good Side'. By Me.
Chaos has had one hell of a time from his torture in the pits of hell. And yes- Before you even ask, he is a cat-type-zombie now that he's back on earth- Even though he acts big and tough but he's actually pretty small. His fur is white with occasional blood spots scattering it. His eyes are a sense of pale blue, always shifting around and searching for a fight. His hind paw is practically falling off from the careless stitching that is made on it.
Persona -
Don't mistake Chaos as a loving and caring creature, his looks should immediately give that idea away. In reality he truly doesn't care for anyone but himself or the nagging little voice in his head in which always tells him when something is wrong and that he shouldn't do it.. Like Chaos doesn't already know that.
History -
Chaos has had a rough history.. He liked the torture that was in it though. He lived in a simple, sort of, enviorment at first. His personality, however, was midst and far from simple. Chaos had been born to the two hell-bringers themselvs, Shados [A killer and one hell of a father] and Than.
Roughly Shados proved and told Than that he would kill any kits she had. It was considering he truley wasn't to fond of being a Father and honestly wanting nothing to do with the kits. Than solemnly agreed to these ideals and had no problems with it until she actually became a Mother. Maternal instincts turned to violence over Chaos's small body in whom, at the time, had been called Shade.
Shados cruelly reminded her of the deal she had agreed but Than denied it. She wanted Chaos but Shados proved to not allow the kit. Only when Chaos was of age would Than be allowed to keep him.. Shados just mixed some things up along the way though. Giving Chaos the time to learn to hunt when he was young he turned to be a fighter. And, as Shados said, when he was old enough to fend on his own Shados killed off Than and chose to take Chaos on as a child prodigy. Shameful to say his idea was working.
Chaos grew to be a violent little brat, spoiled-rotten for his father, who [mind you] had even said he hadn't wanted him, gave him anything he wanted.. It hadn't been much though, half of the time it was just a young kit that Chaos wanted to kill. Shados, himself, was actually proud of Chaos until conflict grew over the two in time.
Shados, too, killed off Chaos but from of all Chaos's sins of killing he went to hell... And we could say hit a bump in the road along the way. For when Chaos got to hell his limbs were torns and bleeding. The demons chose to cut out the cats heart, leaving some sewed stitches in it's place, before choosing to sew the remainder of his body back together. Chaos wasn't happy with the change but lived with it. Soon he scrambled and scratched his ways through the rules of hell and found himself back in place.. In an old dump in which he had suffered his fathers cruel death. And 'thus, the Hell-bringer was born.
!All Time Favorite Quotes!
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This was one creature of the dead that you didn't want to run into. Chaos the Hell Bringer. A deadly soul with no sympathy found near him- Of course.. Not having a heart didn't help to much. That's right, no heart. Chaos, in the time between living and dying, had gotten his heart cut out in which left a stitched scar where his heart should be. His eyes in turn hold a deadly source of nature, a cold one. The right side of his face shows a pure evil, a horrifying look with a wicked smile always plasted on it's side.
A scar ran over his eyes while his ear was shattered and torn. The left side of his face had a 'Help Me' look with his mouth stitched into a nervouse smile and eye showing pure fear. His, top, left ear was stitched together to where it wouldn't fall apart, as was his thigh and paw on his left body. His right paws had unsheathed claws ready for a fight. His hind, left paw, only hung on by a few stitches so it had to be dragged in a limp much similar to a zombie.
His tail had a tight tie around the middle, literally, squeezing the life from it. Bits and pieces of his lousy stitching occasionally leaked blood so, if one was looking for him which wouldn't be to good, he would be easy to find. Chaos was almost always caught smiling his wicked grin on one side and nervouse grin on the left. It was like if he was ever caught frowing all hell would break lose- Which was probably true. But this truely was a cat you wouldn't want to run into. With him came danger and chaos, hence his nickname- Chaos.
Chaos gave a low, grim breathe as he shifted his silent eyes around. A pale gaze with a cold stare, and where was he? A dump.. A waste-land even. The outscerts of a forest in which you needed skill to survive the predators around you.. Of course, he didn't have that problem. He was considered one of the predators and so lived his after life how he died. He died being murdered and so lives the life of a murderer, slaughtering anything that came into his path with care. He was like a leech, he stuck onto anything that much-less took a step past him. "The prey." He mumbled, his low voice horse and raspy as he glanced around. "Where's the prey." Choked out Chaos again as he looked around, taking a slight limp forward with his sick and twisted smile still curling on the right side of his face and his nervous smile still on the left, stitched as he had left it.
Name -
Chaos The Hell-Bringer
Nickname -
Chaos
Shade [Very Rarely Called. He took on the name Chaos when he started his killing-spree.]
Facts -
1 - Has a voice who is always talking to him in his head- It's actually the right side of his face. Since his mouth is sewed shut on the left side of his face Chaos can only hear it's voice in his head. Chaos makes this voice known as his.. 'Good Side' that no-one will ever no about.
2 - His heart was NOT cut out when he died. The demons cut his heart out and stitched his body together when he entered hell.
3 - His paw will normally fall short of his body. This causes him to delay a moment so he can tie it back on so there is a hint for you when in a fight with Chaos.. Aim for his hind [right] paw.
4 - He basically can't hear in his right ear with is stitched together. I mean.. Think. Would you be able to hear after having the demons of hell stitch you back together?
5 - When he entered hell his body was basically tattered and torn apart.. This caused him to have certain body parts stitched back onto his body.
6 - He hates to be called small- If you don't believe me, check my signature.
Age -
Was 2 Years at the time of death, he is now a 100 year demon.
Species -
Demon.. Zombie.. Cat-Type.. Thing?
Pictures of Chaos/Appearance -
.Chaos. By Me.
.Chaos, Grimm, & Yukon. By Highlights.
. Chaos Arguing With His.. 'Good Side'. By Me.
Chaos has had one hell of a time from his torture in the pits of hell. And yes- Before you even ask, he is a cat-type-zombie now that he's back on earth- Even though he acts big and tough but he's actually pretty small. His fur is white with occasional blood spots scattering it. His eyes are a sense of pale blue, always shifting around and searching for a fight. His hind paw is practically falling off from the careless stitching that is made on it.
Persona -
Don't mistake Chaos as a loving and caring creature, his looks should immediately give that idea away. In reality he truly doesn't care for anyone but himself or the nagging little voice in his head in which always tells him when something is wrong and that he shouldn't do it.. Like Chaos doesn't already know that.
History -
Chaos has had a rough history.. He liked the torture that was in it though. He lived in a simple, sort of, enviorment at first. His personality, however, was midst and far from simple. Chaos had been born to the two hell-bringers themselvs, Shados [A killer and one hell of a father] and Than.
Roughly Shados proved and told Than that he would kill any kits she had. It was considering he truley wasn't to fond of being a Father and honestly wanting nothing to do with the kits. Than solemnly agreed to these ideals and had no problems with it until she actually became a Mother. Maternal instincts turned to violence over Chaos's small body in whom, at the time, had been called Shade.
Shados cruelly reminded her of the deal she had agreed but Than denied it. She wanted Chaos but Shados proved to not allow the kit. Only when Chaos was of age would Than be allowed to keep him.. Shados just mixed some things up along the way though. Giving Chaos the time to learn to hunt when he was young he turned to be a fighter. And, as Shados said, when he was old enough to fend on his own Shados killed off Than and chose to take Chaos on as a child prodigy. Shameful to say his idea was working.
Chaos grew to be a violent little brat, spoiled-rotten for his father, who [mind you] had even said he hadn't wanted him, gave him anything he wanted.. It hadn't been much though, half of the time it was just a young kit that Chaos wanted to kill. Shados, himself, was actually proud of Chaos until conflict grew over the two in time.
Shados, too, killed off Chaos but from of all Chaos's sins of killing he went to hell... And we could say hit a bump in the road along the way. For when Chaos got to hell his limbs were torns and bleeding. The demons chose to cut out the cats heart, leaving some sewed stitches in it's place, before choosing to sew the remainder of his body back together. Chaos wasn't happy with the change but lived with it. Soon he scrambled and scratched his ways through the rules of hell and found himself back in place.. In an old dump in which he had suffered his fathers cruel death. And 'thus, the Hell-bringer was born.
!All Time Favorite Quotes!
"Sm.... Small? Did you just call me small? For Pete's sake! I ain't small! Get it through your God damned head! You worthless little vermin!"
"If I can't have a heart...Well, pfft.. No one can."
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This was one creature of the dead that you didn't want to run into. Chaos the Hell Bringer. A deadly soul with no sympathy found near him- Of course.. Not having a heart didn't help to much. That's right, no heart. Chaos, in the time between living and dying, had gotten his heart cut out in which left a stitched scar where his heart should be. His eyes in turn hold a deadly source of nature, a cold one. The right side of his face shows a pure evil, a horrifying look with a wicked smile always plasted on it's side.
A scar ran over his eyes while his ear was shattered and torn. The left side of his face had a 'Help Me' look with his mouth stitched into a nervouse smile and eye showing pure fear. His, top, left ear was stitched together to where it wouldn't fall apart, as was his thigh and paw on his left body. His right paws had unsheathed claws ready for a fight. His hind, left paw, only hung on by a few stitches so it had to be dragged in a limp much similar to a zombie.
His tail had a tight tie around the middle, literally, squeezing the life from it. Bits and pieces of his lousy stitching occasionally leaked blood so, if one was looking for him which wouldn't be to good, he would be easy to find. Chaos was almost always caught smiling his wicked grin on one side and nervouse grin on the left. It was like if he was ever caught frowing all hell would break lose- Which was probably true. But this truely was a cat you wouldn't want to run into. With him came danger and chaos, hence his nickname- Chaos.
Chaos gave a low, grim breathe as he shifted his silent eyes around. A pale gaze with a cold stare, and where was he? A dump.. A waste-land even. The outscerts of a forest in which you needed skill to survive the predators around you.. Of course, he didn't have that problem. He was considered one of the predators and so lived his after life how he died. He died being murdered and so lives the life of a murderer, slaughtering anything that came into his path with care. He was like a leech, he stuck onto anything that much-less took a step past him. "The prey." He mumbled, his low voice horse and raspy as he glanced around. "Where's the prey." Choked out Chaos again as he looked around, taking a slight limp forward with his sick and twisted smile still curling on the right side of his face and his nervous smile still on the left, stitched as he had left it.
