.: EɴᴇʀʀᴏX - 004 :.
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Username + Staz
Name of EnerroX + Azrael
Gender + Male
Personality +
It's difficult to tell what he's like unless you've lived with him for quite some time. Since the EnnoroX speak in tongue as a form of communication, finding one of their breed who is mute can be quite trying, especially when they don't know that he's a mute. He's learned not to care for others opinions of him, coming off as rude at first, considering he never responds to anything anyone ever tells him.
Once you've known him long enough to discover him communication defect however, and get the opportunity to live with him for some time, you'll see that he is quite a different character. Manners, can't be made out very well, but he seems to exhibit the traits of a saviour like figure. Perching atop the crumbled rocks which he has labelled his home he will often travel great distances to find others and aid them. Intolerant of injustice he'll defend the weaker of other kinds, and even him own if it's called upon her to defend someone of equal calibre. His motives for this aren't definite in the eyes of others, though he seems to legitimately have good intention.
Likes +
+ Azrael tends to prefer being around others...though he's hardly ever noticed by them. As a mute creature he isn't exactly the centre of attention and quite frankly he doesn't want to be. Strangely he simply likes company, not interaction.
+ Equipped with a keen sense of hearing and scent, Azrael is a bold hunter. To him there are few things that help him unwind like a chase does.
Dislikes +
+ Physical interaction has always been strange to the mute. One would think a creature from a species based around vocal language would have learned to express himself in other ways, though it seems it isn't directly through the physical, so much as in action.
+ Moral decay is common in a world that itself is dying.The mindless slaughter mentality that seems to have been bred in those who support the idea that there isn't enough scraps for everyone makes him feel uneasy in their presence, or even agitated.
Art/story/etc +
His movements spoke of the eternal chase between prey and predator, the explosion of gore at the climax, that gentle prayer the survivor offered. He paced her great cage with the madness of a murderer, and when his keeper approached, looking away was all the young man could do not to cringe when those vivid eyes befell him.
An audible growl escaped the keepers lips. "Don't give me that look. You came too close!" His tone was disdainful, disrespectful, but even he could not hide the fact he'd noticed the curiosity that stirred within that majestic gaze. His heavy paws halted and the silence was dreadfully suffocating. Continuously intrigued Azrael inched closer in his cell until he was at the bars. His eyes were drawn to the strange trinkets in the mans hand, his head cocking to the side. Azrael had been lurking near the human whereabouts. He often found children there who had wandered off along the outskirts. He always made sure to escort them back to their human dens before slipping away, knowing that if he were to leave them unattended, they'd soon be unrecognizable from the litter of bones and ashes around his home.
However, despite the many times he'd managed to elude the humans unscathed, this time, he'd hadn't been so fortunate.
Name of EnerroX + Azrael
Gender + Male
Personality +
It's difficult to tell what he's like unless you've lived with him for quite some time. Since the EnnoroX speak in tongue as a form of communication, finding one of their breed who is mute can be quite trying, especially when they don't know that he's a mute. He's learned not to care for others opinions of him, coming off as rude at first, considering he never responds to anything anyone ever tells him.
Once you've known him long enough to discover him communication defect however, and get the opportunity to live with him for some time, you'll see that he is quite a different character. Manners, can't be made out very well, but he seems to exhibit the traits of a saviour like figure. Perching atop the crumbled rocks which he has labelled his home he will often travel great distances to find others and aid them. Intolerant of injustice he'll defend the weaker of other kinds, and even him own if it's called upon her to defend someone of equal calibre. His motives for this aren't definite in the eyes of others, though he seems to legitimately have good intention.
Likes +
+ Azrael tends to prefer being around others...though he's hardly ever noticed by them. As a mute creature he isn't exactly the centre of attention and quite frankly he doesn't want to be. Strangely he simply likes company, not interaction.
+ Equipped with a keen sense of hearing and scent, Azrael is a bold hunter. To him there are few things that help him unwind like a chase does.
Dislikes +
+ Physical interaction has always been strange to the mute. One would think a creature from a species based around vocal language would have learned to express himself in other ways, though it seems it isn't directly through the physical, so much as in action.
+ Moral decay is common in a world that itself is dying.The mindless slaughter mentality that seems to have been bred in those who support the idea that there isn't enough scraps for everyone makes him feel uneasy in their presence, or even agitated.
Art/story/etc +
His movements spoke of the eternal chase between prey and predator, the explosion of gore at the climax, that gentle prayer the survivor offered. He paced her great cage with the madness of a murderer, and when his keeper approached, looking away was all the young man could do not to cringe when those vivid eyes befell him.
An audible growl escaped the keepers lips. "Don't give me that look. You came too close!" His tone was disdainful, disrespectful, but even he could not hide the fact he'd noticed the curiosity that stirred within that majestic gaze. His heavy paws halted and the silence was dreadfully suffocating. Continuously intrigued Azrael inched closer in his cell until he was at the bars. His eyes were drawn to the strange trinkets in the mans hand, his head cocking to the side. Azrael had been lurking near the human whereabouts. He often found children there who had wandered off along the outskirts. He always made sure to escort them back to their human dens before slipping away, knowing that if he were to leave them unattended, they'd soon be unrecognizable from the litter of bones and ashes around his home.
However, despite the many times he'd managed to elude the humans unscathed, this time, he'd hadn't been so fortunate.
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