Post by Ahriman on Feb 17, 2008 5:08:50 GMT -5
[[…Vitals…]]
Birth Title: Ahriman
Pronunciation:Ahr-ih-men
Name Meaning: Chief spirit of darkness; destructive force
Nicknames: One or two, perhaps, none of them good
Alias/Pet Names: Angra-Mainyu. Ahraman, Akuman(all aliases)
Most often known as: Ahriman
Gender: Male
Age: 6
Family: Corvidae (Corvus Corax)
Species: Raven
[[… Appearance…]]
Rather wiry, with feathers of the purest black. Piercing cold eyes, that could perhaps look into your very soul. Likes to preen, and keep himself looking proper, so as make am impression when meeting others.
Overall Body Type:
Thin, rather wiry, but wings are very well developed.
Coat Colors: Black
Coat Texture: Wiry, a bit thin
Markings: None really, just all black
Eyes: Piercing black
Paw pads: Um.. no? XD
Claws: Talons are a little blunt, but he could still do some damage.
Flesh: Covered with feathers
Images:
*hope to have something up soon*
[[… Character…]]
He is, perhaps, best seen as a blight. He lives to corrupt, filling the minds of others with lies and deceit. It's rather like a game to him, though his true agenda remains unknown, even to his affiliates. He claims he has no plans of his own; he is here to "help" the discontent, while wearing the perfect poker face.
Quirks: Hates getting dirty, or dusty.
Strengths: His mind; he is extremely intelligent, and knows how to bend a situation in his favor.
Weaknesses: Not many, but he can get angry when shown disrespect, or when he has to put up with the simple-minded.
Likes: Bending the truth as he sees fit, and manipulating others.
Dislikes: Those with strong wills, and firm beliefs.
Fears: Being outed for what he really is.
Ambitions and Goals: To spread as much mayhem as possible, but through the work of others. He is there to direct, and corrupt.
[[… History…]]
Birth Place: Bipin
Birthday: 4th of December
Father: Calder
Mother: Lori
Monsters are never born; they are created. Though hard to believe, at one time Ahriman was innocent. He was born in the winter season, a time often associated with death and new life. Perhaps this was a bit of foreshadowing for events yet to come. It may surprise you, dear reader, that his name was not Ahriman right at the get go. Oh no, but that name has been forgotten with time. Ahriman himself would tell you that name means nothing to him now; that raven is dead.
At the start, he knew of love, and compassion. And as he came of age, he fell in love himself. A young raven, one Dassah by name, succeeded in capturing his heart. His mind, however, would be molded by another. There was one he had been told to stay away from, a vulture by the name of Gau. He was a recluse, and kept to himself at the edge of the forest. But when a young one is told to stay away, they can't help but get curious. And so, Ahriman found himself stealing away one day to visit Gau, wanting to see just what the vulture was like. Gau was indeed one to be feared, but not through brute force. His weapon: his mind. A lifetime of travels had shown this old bird many things, and he was willing to share them through stories. Ahriman took right to that, and he'd spend hours listening to Gau. As time went by, he began to see the vulture as mentor, and the Gau saw an innocent mind ripe to be tainted. His lies would lead Ahriman down a path of darkness, from which the raven would not return. He absorbed everything, not even pausing to question Gau's motives. But it was because he was young, and malleable. In the end, he began to find nothing wrong with lying; it became second nature to him. But it would cost him a good deal, including the love of Dassah. She had never approved of his meetings, and Gau twisted things around to where Ahriman saw her as the problem. He lost her, as well as the respect of his parents. The other birds began to turn their backs on him as well, but Gau simply stated they didn't understand. He had only the vulture to turn to now, and Ahriman proceeded to meet with his confidante, until he felt he'd learned all he could. He would set out on his own, his mind warped by Gau's reasoning, in the hopes of finding a new home. He would travel to many places, and at each stop he would spread the teachings handed down to him. Many were left to wonder how things fell into array after he took his leave, but by then Ahriman was long gone, and unable to be held accountable. The name Ahriman would be taken while on his travels. A destructive force... he liked the sound of that.
His ventures would bring him into contact with Dusk, and Ahriman would begin poisoning the young wolf's mind. He could see that the young male was discontent with the way things were being run, and the raven succeeded in turning Dusk's thoughts toward murder. Dusk would make a much more capable leader, or so Ahriman said. His words were enough to fool Dusk into killing his alpha, and now the raven serves as an adviser of sorts, tainting the wolf's mind even further while furthering his own agenda from the shadows.
What that is remains to be seen...
[[… Present…]]
Past Pack/Pride: Bipin
Current Pack/Pride: Residing on the outskirts of the Singing Pack
Current Position: An "advisor" of sorts to Dusk.
Friends: Friends? No... acquaintances, maybe. He has taken a shine to Dusk, but he's using him. He doesn't do friends.
Enemies: Plenty, don't get me started XD
Rivals: Any that try to undermine his way of thinking.
Crush: Nah
Previous Crushes: None
Love: Once, but only once...
Past loves: Dassah
Mate: No... he's past that now
Offspring: Doesn't care for any
[[…Theme Song…]]
Song title and artist*will get back to this*
((lyrics))
*will get back to this*
[[…Visuals…]]
My Images-
none
Other’s Images-
none as of yet
[[…Other…]]
Inspiration: Meh mind
Other role-plays None yet with this guy, but hopefully soon. ^^
Notes: Beware! He shall peck you! >D
Birth Title: Ahriman
Pronunciation:Ahr-ih-men
Name Meaning: Chief spirit of darkness; destructive force
Nicknames: One or two, perhaps, none of them good
Alias/Pet Names: Angra-Mainyu. Ahraman, Akuman(all aliases)
Most often known as: Ahriman
Gender: Male
Age: 6
Family: Corvidae (Corvus Corax)
Species: Raven
[[… Appearance…]]
Rather wiry, with feathers of the purest black. Piercing cold eyes, that could perhaps look into your very soul. Likes to preen, and keep himself looking proper, so as make am impression when meeting others.
Overall Body Type:
Thin, rather wiry, but wings are very well developed.
Coat Colors: Black
Coat Texture: Wiry, a bit thin
Markings: None really, just all black
Eyes: Piercing black
Paw pads: Um.. no? XD
Claws: Talons are a little blunt, but he could still do some damage.
Flesh: Covered with feathers
Images:
*hope to have something up soon*
[[… Character…]]
He is, perhaps, best seen as a blight. He lives to corrupt, filling the minds of others with lies and deceit. It's rather like a game to him, though his true agenda remains unknown, even to his affiliates. He claims he has no plans of his own; he is here to "help" the discontent, while wearing the perfect poker face.
Quirks: Hates getting dirty, or dusty.
Strengths: His mind; he is extremely intelligent, and knows how to bend a situation in his favor.
Weaknesses: Not many, but he can get angry when shown disrespect, or when he has to put up with the simple-minded.
Likes: Bending the truth as he sees fit, and manipulating others.
Dislikes: Those with strong wills, and firm beliefs.
Fears: Being outed for what he really is.
Ambitions and Goals: To spread as much mayhem as possible, but through the work of others. He is there to direct, and corrupt.
[[… History…]]
Birth Place: Bipin
Birthday: 4th of December
Father: Calder
Mother: Lori
Monsters are never born; they are created. Though hard to believe, at one time Ahriman was innocent. He was born in the winter season, a time often associated with death and new life. Perhaps this was a bit of foreshadowing for events yet to come. It may surprise you, dear reader, that his name was not Ahriman right at the get go. Oh no, but that name has been forgotten with time. Ahriman himself would tell you that name means nothing to him now; that raven is dead.
At the start, he knew of love, and compassion. And as he came of age, he fell in love himself. A young raven, one Dassah by name, succeeded in capturing his heart. His mind, however, would be molded by another. There was one he had been told to stay away from, a vulture by the name of Gau. He was a recluse, and kept to himself at the edge of the forest. But when a young one is told to stay away, they can't help but get curious. And so, Ahriman found himself stealing away one day to visit Gau, wanting to see just what the vulture was like. Gau was indeed one to be feared, but not through brute force. His weapon: his mind. A lifetime of travels had shown this old bird many things, and he was willing to share them through stories. Ahriman took right to that, and he'd spend hours listening to Gau. As time went by, he began to see the vulture as mentor, and the Gau saw an innocent mind ripe to be tainted. His lies would lead Ahriman down a path of darkness, from which the raven would not return. He absorbed everything, not even pausing to question Gau's motives. But it was because he was young, and malleable. In the end, he began to find nothing wrong with lying; it became second nature to him. But it would cost him a good deal, including the love of Dassah. She had never approved of his meetings, and Gau twisted things around to where Ahriman saw her as the problem. He lost her, as well as the respect of his parents. The other birds began to turn their backs on him as well, but Gau simply stated they didn't understand. He had only the vulture to turn to now, and Ahriman proceeded to meet with his confidante, until he felt he'd learned all he could. He would set out on his own, his mind warped by Gau's reasoning, in the hopes of finding a new home. He would travel to many places, and at each stop he would spread the teachings handed down to him. Many were left to wonder how things fell into array after he took his leave, but by then Ahriman was long gone, and unable to be held accountable. The name Ahriman would be taken while on his travels. A destructive force... he liked the sound of that.
His ventures would bring him into contact with Dusk, and Ahriman would begin poisoning the young wolf's mind. He could see that the young male was discontent with the way things were being run, and the raven succeeded in turning Dusk's thoughts toward murder. Dusk would make a much more capable leader, or so Ahriman said. His words were enough to fool Dusk into killing his alpha, and now the raven serves as an adviser of sorts, tainting the wolf's mind even further while furthering his own agenda from the shadows.
What that is remains to be seen...
[[… Present…]]
Past Pack/Pride: Bipin
Current Pack/Pride: Residing on the outskirts of the Singing Pack
Current Position: An "advisor" of sorts to Dusk.
Friends: Friends? No... acquaintances, maybe. He has taken a shine to Dusk, but he's using him. He doesn't do friends.
Enemies: Plenty, don't get me started XD
Rivals: Any that try to undermine his way of thinking.
Crush: Nah
Previous Crushes: None
Love: Once, but only once...
Past loves: Dassah
Mate: No... he's past that now
Offspring: Doesn't care for any
[[…Theme Song…]]
Song title and artist*will get back to this*
((lyrics))
*will get back to this*
[[…Visuals…]]
My Images-
none
Other’s Images-
none as of yet
[[…Other…]]
Inspiration: Meh mind
Other role-plays None yet with this guy, but hopefully soon. ^^
Notes: Beware! He shall peck you! >D
