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[glow=red,2,300]Heyo... to skip the casualties, I wish in joining. I hope this thread will tell you some valuable information about me...[/glow]

Name: Xsorn (pronounced S-or-n)
Gender: Male
Age: ... Lost count... (been dead for so long)
Personality: Treacherous, Hateful, Evil, Silent, Cunning, Vengeful, Insane
Family/Sibings: My older brother... Vayne (username on FH is Skywave)
Mate: None (doesn't seek one either)
Breed: Kreptis
Skill Set: Fighter/Observer (like a Spy)/Torturer
Rank wishing to recieve: Either Royal Defender or Assassin
RP Style: Literate (been RPing for 6 years...), Semi-Realistic
Username on FH: HollowSpirit
Theme Song: Poets of the Fall - Carnival of Rust

Word of Advice:

[glow=red,2,300]1. I do not god-mod nor will I tolerate such behavior if one or more
chooses to RP with me. I also have the tendancy to refuse RPing with non-lits. (comes with the habit of being so literate)

2. I am considered a small male amongst most.. so don't underestimate me by my size. It's not the size/height that becomes the key victor in battle, it's the amount of fight one has within themselves...

3. Despite my hostile temper and immense silence, I have a lot of respect towards those a higher rank than myself. I also tend to enjoy being the "creeper dude in the background" or "Slenderwolf (Slenderman)", you could say.. So don't expect me to speak up/grab attention too often.[/glow]

RP Example:

-The small brute treaded in deadly silence through what was once called his 'home'. His soulless optics reflected an icy gaze, one that showed such malice, such hatred, within its darkening cores. The brute's black pelt was shrouded in a blackened mist, flowing off his small being like vapor, only to deminish into the atmosphere around him. With a lurch of his lean muscles, he stopped. His paws barely so made a sound as they touched the unforgiving earth below him. The brute's head was erect, focused forward. His ears flattening against his cranium, licking the sides of his scalp, as his optics took in what was around him. Enemies of the wolfen kind... Man. The fleshy organics bustled here and there like a swarm of bees. Their actions tempted the brute to curl up his lips in disgust, to show off massive ivory fangs that have seen and done so many sins. The brute eyed them, like a predator would do his prey, his optics trained on the smaller fleshlings that made so much noise, it nearly deafened him. The brute despised these organics, for they took away his life, his family, his once called 'friends'. He's heard rumors of his older brother still thriving.. though, not having seen his only brother in so many years, put the brute into a sense of doubt. With a slow shake of his maw, the brute's cranium lowered to where it became parallel with his lean shoulder blades. He knew what he came here to do... The brute's muscles tensing ever-so-slightly, his shoulders lurched forward, guiding the rest of his body to follow. Paw step after another, the brute neared the fleshlings. So far, they seemed to not have noticed him, which relieved the brute for he wasn't one seeking unnecessary attention. As the brute neared one of the smaller fleshlings, he decided to cower away into a thick clump of bushes. Knowing if he's been noticed or not, there's no going back now. The brute's maw began to water, as he gapped open his maw to allow the warm saliva to drip down onto the leafy ground below. The fleshlings scent flowed into his nostrils, causing a wave of anticipation to sweep over his being. Though, he knew he had to not rush things, or else risk a mistake. This time, the brute lowered into a crouch, the tip of his tail flicking with impatience, while the rest of his body seemed calm... focused. Taking a few pawsteps forward, the brute waited... His optics viewing the younger fleshling's guardian wandering off towards others of its kind. The young fleshlings remained where she was, steadily licking on a sucker, unaware. Though, the fleshling's guardian only stepped a few feet away from th smaller fleshling, the brute knew it was now or never. Poking his maw out a few inches from the protection of the darkness, he spoke. Silently, slowly, he spoke. His voice quite strained, raspy, as if it was difficult for his vocals to make out words as he spoke towards the young fleshling.- "Hush.. a bye.. don't you cry... Come with me... my little baby..." -The brute was unsure of how his voice would sound towards the fleshling, as he knew they heard the wolfen language quite diffrently than himself. Nevertheless, it grabbed the fleshling's attention. As the young fleshling turned her head, her bundle of blonde curls flowing around her head like a halo, her turquoise eyes stared at his muzzle curiosly as the brute slowly retreated it back into the darkness of the bushes. Curiosity overtook the young one as she turned her head towards her guardian. The brute stayed put as a quite annoying, high-pitched chime escaped the fleshling's maw. Her chime seemed to catch her guardian's attention as he replied with a much more deeper chime of tone. The brute wondered if the fleshling was asking permission to go after him. To his avail, his wondering became solved as the young fleshling turned towards his direction. Her movements were slow, cautious, yet adventurous, as she walked on her hind-legs towards his hiding spot. "Yes, yes!" The impatient thought ringed within the brute's cranium as he eyed her every move. The fleshling crouched down, into a sitting position the brute assumed, as she was now right outside the bush. The brute's eyes were now wild with a glimmer of insanity, as his head lurched out of the bush, towards the fleshling.- "Peek-a-boo! I see you!" -The rest of his body followed his demands as he lurched out of his cover with a howling of sadistic laughter. The brute didn't hesitate, as his maw gapped wide open, exposing fangs just waiting to sheer into the flesh and chomp against the bone of those living around him. The young fleshling's eyes widened to the size of her very head. She gazed up at his figure as he came lunging towards her frail body, his forpaws outstretched before him, his paws flexing to expose jet black claws. The brute was smiling, his tongue lolling out one side of his maw as saliva dripped from his maw in globs continuously. The black vapor located near his spinal area seemed to shift... take on another shape. Black tendrils. The young fleshling didn't have time to run, much less to even scream, as the darkness that stole away the brute's very existence, turned and extinguished her own.- "..."

[glow=red,2,300]"I am not the good guy...nor am I the bad... It all depends on how you view things in life."

"I am, currently, out of my mind... Plz feel free to leave a message!"

"Insanity is just Sanity on a break... You can't escape it forever until it finds you and swallows you in its clutches for who knows how long..."[/glow]