Post by diabolos serpico on Jul 30, 2011 19:31:06 GMT -8
behind a gun i'll make my final stand
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/anlDy.png);background-attachment:fixed;] & & DIABOLOS SERPICO;; ♫ company, always on the run destiny is the rising sun oh, i was born 6-gun in my hand behind a gun I'll make my final stand that's why they call me ♪ OoC Name Wolfy Breed Black Jaguar Rank/Occupation Warrior Tribe Morte but when confronted claims his alliances are the Dolce. Gender Male Age 5 ♫ bad company and I can't deny bad company till the day i die oh, till the day I die till the day I die ♪ Fur Color Obsidian fur adorned by patches of a burnished chestnut color. Spots trail down his backside blending into his fur by sometimes sneaking through the brown giving him an unusual fur pattern. Eye Color Golden and rimmed with a slight copper tone Scars/Deformities Series of scars batter his sides, and if they could talk. They'd tell one hell of a story. Weight 310 lb Height 30 in Appearance Diabolos' pelt is as black as the darkest starless night in the coldest of winters, browns splatter his ashen pelt. Running down his midsection are spots that aren't quite noticeable. But when overlapping his brown they are. His eyes on the other hand are narrowed, cunning and sharp. Sending chills down even the most gutsiest felines spine. Clipped around his neck is a silver jewel encrusted choker, passed down from generation to generation. He prides it as his most precise of things and anyone who dares steal it might as well sign their own death certificate. His body is well muscled and he is proud of what he's accomplished with his physical self. His wears his scars like engraved permanent medals of honor. Showing that he isn't afraid to fight even with the chance of losing his life. ♫ rebel souls, deserters we are called chose a gun and threw away the sun now these towns, they all know our name 6-gun sound is our claim to fame I can hear them say ♪ Preferences likes: - using violence - controlling situations - brawling - beautiful women - climbing trees - blood - one on one situation - being by himself dislikes: - religion - being controlled - the idea of owning slaves - flirts - large groups - awkward situations - showing mercy - stuck up royalty - liars - frauds Strengths fighting, persuasion using violence, climbing, precision Weaknesses swimming, running, social situations, showing mercy or compassion Personality He's dark, morbid and has a killers eye. He enjoys feeling flesh tear and seeing blood spill. He gets a sick sensation from controlling a situation, from killing those that deserve no remorse. But he's not just a brainless murderer. He kills for reason, and reason alone. The only people he will even consider taking down are those he's hired to take down, people who have done him or someone close to him wrong, or someone that truly deserves to die. Diabolos does have a more sophisticated side showing the better light of him. He's generally kinder to women and cubs but he isn't afraid to treat one like one of the guys. Even though he isn't all killer he still can be generally rude. Saying stuff when it shouldn't be said since honesty is one of the best things to have in his eyes. He also can't stand a person who changes up their plans. Once something is put into line he will defy even the person who put him up to the job to get it done. ♫ bad company and I won't deny bad, bad company till the day I die, oo yeah till the day I die, oo ♪ Family Sage Serpico - Daughter - Unknown Regrets Failing his family Secret Ambitions Find his daughter and kill her mate History Diabolos was born into a litter of two. His mother and father were a middle class family making a living in the jungle. Life was generally easy with a quarrel raising it's ugly head every once in awhile. His childhood was spent training with his brother for the day that he would join the higher ranks of the Morte. This kept up until he was in his teens when he parents set him up with the most beautiful panther he'd ever met named Janette. He truly knew what real love was like. They were soul mates caught together in a chance of fate. Diabolos was wedded to her on the very day he joined his father on the same pedestal up with the other warriors of the tribe. That day the very choker he wears today was passed on to him. Shortly after the ceremony his father passed on from old age while his mother lived on. Years went on and he was head of the family now. His mother had gotten to see the birth of his three cubs and had named each of them herself before joining his father up in the heavens. Now it was just him, Janette and the cubs for a long time. By the time they were of age another panther came along dubbed Drago. He was controlling and had easily over powered Diabolos and his mate. Killing her since she didn't meet his requirements for a mate, his two sons were also murdered and his daughter was snatched off. Forcebred right in front of him and taken away. Diabolos turned that very day. He killed off anyone who stood in his way. Starting off as a malicious killer, but as the years went by he learned to deal with the pain. Pullling himself away from everyone he held dear and turned to the way he is today. Swearing to get his revenge on the male. ♫ tell me that you are not a thief oh but I am bad company tt's the way I play dirty for dirty oh, somebody double-crossed me double-cross, double-cross ♪ |
that's why they call me, bad company
