Post by Haruka Suoh on Dec 26, 2010 21:23:50 GMT -8
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HARUKA SUOH
THREE / NINETEEN • MALE • WOLF • HETEROSEXUAL • CUSTOM
Diamond in the Rough
And I just can't get enough
Someone such as him actually has quite an attractive appearance, being slightly slim and very tall, what with weighing 180 pounds and being 6'2. His build is muscular, but not bulging; like a perfect tone of muscle, hidden under nearly light tan skin. He also has slightly longer legs and fingers than average. His slightly long hair has a black background, and he has red streaks scattered throughout his hair, which somehow don't clash with the obvious appearance of an Asian and Hispanic heritage. That dazzling face of his seems almost porcelain, and his gaze is usually a dull red color; however, it becomes a bright crimson when his wolven instincts are taking over. Before he transforms, he may smile and reveal his perfect pearls, growing sharper - and then his eyes will flash a demonically lively combination of eerie crimson, lavender, and other colors along those lines.
He normally wears a trench coat, either jet black or deep gray. Under it, he wears a various selection of shirts, from t-shirts to v-necks to muscle shirts, his most common choice being a black shirt with crimson, silver, and white graphic designs. His lower attire usually consists of black or dark navy jeans, sometimes slightly tight to rather baggy; occasionally, he will sag, but usually, he likes to put his belt to good use. His shoes go along with the outside, almost like suit shoes - but they're not very fancy. Black but dull. Sometimes, he'll wear things along the lines of converse - but he prefers solid colors on his way down.
When in wolven form, he is around 3'6 at the shoulder, and he seems to be somewhat more muscular than in human form/ illusion. His fur is utterly pitch ebony, missing the red streaks that occasionally appear in his hair. Its length is slightly long, and despite its rough appearance, the strands are actually silky smooth, if groomed. Otherwise, they suit their ragged show. His pearls and claws are clear against his figure, a gleaming pallid - but for some reason, his eyes are what seem so much more prominent, overshadowing even the treacherous weaponry. They are that ominous and lively coloration, swirling as if Hell lived within it, the exact colors and movement as the second before he transforms into a wolf.
It's All a Part of Me
And that's who I am
Basically, he is an asshole. He has hardly any respect for anyone else, and he doesn't plan to learn some anytime soon. His personality can be quite calm, and it can seem almost flirtatious at times; sarcasm is something he wouldn't like to pass up if he didn't need to. There is a fifty fifty chance of making him snap, and when he snaps, he loses most, if not all, of his control. He would kill rather than insult when he snaps, and he is extremely violent when he gets pissed. Before he snaps, a faint flash of black would cover his gaze, signaling that his control over himself seeped away. That is when everyone around him should run, unless they have a death wish. It's actually not a good idea to anger him even a little bit; he isn't exactly close to being a gentleman.
He actually has a level mind, despite his anger issues. If one would take the time to get to know him, they would see that he isn't that bad. He can be calm, and he could even be quite dazzling in a non-flirtatious fashion. At times, he may seem extremely selfish, but really, he has a selfless side. Depending on who the person is, he could be kind and caring, buttt, his darker side wouldn't like to disappear no matter what. That may affect his secrets; his past is his main one, but he also has had many embarrassing losses - and among them, would be the fact that he cannot handle alcohol. He likes to drown himself in it when he's in agony - but it doesn't take much to knock him over his boundaries. Hey - just because he's powerful, doesn't mean he's invincible.
Among his likes would be the moon, which appeal to him like other wolves. Usually, considering his rough nature, he also likes violence and everything that comes with it; blood, profanity, pain, everything. Sometimes, he's sadistic - other times, he's masochistic. But he doesn't pay much mind to anything dealing with affection or desire; those are among his dislikes. He does indeed admire masks and darkness, hiding with secrecy - meaning he despises the vibrant shows and open material. He can occasionally seem like a pyromaniac, with his adoration of flames and explosions - and yet, he also adores the cold feelings of snow and numbess. Perhaps his violence is a result of distracting him from his past, feeding his fear of growing too attached to anyone, or anything - including his own life.
It's Time to Fly
And let's just say goodbye
Yo. My name's Haruka, Haruka Suoh. It means Distant Dragon, or so my father told me. Bastard had to fucking die, though. And only a few weeks after I was born, too. Never got a chance to know about my mother. I never was told about any siblings, and even if I had some, they were either gone or dead. Father never got to teach me much; he was killed before we got a chance to even bond. I was a helpless pup when a group of rogue wolves picked me up.
Their pack was already going extinct, so I guess they appreciated that I added to their numbers. But, God, they were horrible. Well, that was only my first thought about them. I was taught their ways, so if I said they were horrible now, I'd be a hypocrite. Anyway. Well, they taught us the hard way that it was, literally, a dog eat dog world out there. You weren't strong enough, you were killed, even if it was just training. They wanted the strongest, so they didn't hold back if they didn't have to.
Their alpha really was a cowardly bastard, making everyone else do the dirty work. His son, Douaku, hated me so much, because I was among the most talented, and the only outsider to be within those ranks. He hated me so much; I bet he was just plain jealous. But, fuck, he was so fucking annoying. Didn't know what was what, and way too stupid to know how to do anything right. His own father felt so disgraced, he didn't bother to enforce good treatment to his son; however, he did let his son get away with a lot of things, including fucking with me.
Eventually, there came a day when I snapped. Killed half the pack when I blacked out. Douaku never let me live it down, and I never let him live it down that he was helpless to stop me. And he never was able to get around that insult before I snapped again and killed him. Kanna, a female that confessed she liked me, told me that I had been very gruesome; said I ripped the guy almost literally limb from limb, and said I almost completely ripped his throat and stomach open. And she still said she loved me, that Douaku deserved it.
I didn't know how to love. I never figured it out in the least, never felt those butterflies that Kanna described. And I definitely never felt a jolt of my heart that felt like it yearned for someone. She said it was alright; I had to believe her. What else could I do? And so the days passed, with only her as my companion, my constant friend. My only friend.
But she was killed. Killed by Douaku's best mate, Mugoi. He had loved her, but he was just as stupid as his best pal. Ripped her side open when she tried to come down and help me after Mugoi shoved me down a cliff. I landed on a ledge on my legs, breaking one hind leg, but she landed wrong. Already bleeding to death, I could not help her, only comfort her as she faded away. Mugoi tried to kill me, and he ran away to tell the rest of the pack. They came and tried to kill me, again. But I demolished at least half of the entire pack. Including the alpha. So, as they all fell apart, I went off with Kanna's body.
It took a while, but I found a good resting spot for her. I put her to rest, and then I went off to continue my fucked up life. Not like much of this matters. I've got things left to do. Not things to really live for - but Kanna didn't die just to let me die. I gotta live on.
Your Voice is so Soft
Speak up so they can know you
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What was it, about his place that always brought him back and sometimes kept him here? Was it the atmosphere, the people? Or was it that sense of belonging? Hn, why did he even care, at this point? Alright, so, he kept coming back, not his usual thing - but so what? It didn't matter where he remained as long as he could live his life, and be alive. This was his place for main freedom, happy for once - and that actually showed somewhat, on his facial expression and within the way he walked. A light smirk of satisfaction, a proudly enlightened stature.
Kicking a few minuscule rocks from the sidewalk, his rubies scanned his surroundings, watching as the current residents scurried around, whether in their homes or on the streets. This ghetto feel comforted him; they were inferior, yet superior - and supposedly on the animals' side. Perfect, yet imperfect. Just how he liked it.
There were indeed some wary or despising glances, though. He supposed they knew his crimson optics were.. unnatural for a human. Hell, they were quite unnatural for a wolf - but nowadays, the living twisted reality. It was distorted, and would forever remain distorted. When a young girl scrambled from his path, eyes wide, a light laugh escaped him. "Don't be so pathetic," he breathed, glancing up at the twilight sky.
Passing an elderly hot dog stand, which he saw several times, he glanced into the eyes of the seller, who, with a hard face, gave him a bun with a sausage. Even though human food disgusted him, the real deal was a danger to fetch - and after that recent bar brawl, he wanted to kick back some. Tossing some human coins, not bothering to count, he walked off, quickly but not messily devouring the small meal.
After licking his fingers off, somewhat, he bolted to a nearby shop, with trash cans and very useful objects to leap from. Having done this quite a few times before, Haruka was confident nothing was going to happen to him, and, apparently, he was right. The shopkeeper only gave a stiff nod, and so off he went, neatly propelling himself from the trash can to the balcony. Only a split second did he linger there, and then he kicked himself to the rooftops, landing on the top as an ebony wolf.
With a wolfy smirk, he broke off into a dash, appreciating the breeze that never failed to run its cool fingers through his fur. He leaped from roof to roof, making certain he would not disturb those under it, and he would continue to run around almost freely, like he did all the other times he came here. The first time had been a thrill almost equal to running within the wilderness, and since then, he had trusted this place to serve him correctly.
Peel the Mask Off
Just who are you anyway?
RPr name: Amaya
age: Fifteen
you got something to share: nahh,
where you found our site: recommendation from old friends~
other charaters: none.
anything else: nyahh, xD
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