Biography
Once upon a time, lived a man all alone. Strapped to a chair, within his own home. Wait, what?
He struggled against the bindings, legs kicking at non-existent soccer balls; fists pounding with restricted force atop the chair's arms; not daring to gaze up towards the looming Paris.
A clipboard looked to be Paris's only staple of holding. Nothing besides that, and the clothes on his back to make him look tougher.
He didn't need weapons. He just needed hands.
The 'scratch scratch' sound of a pen on paper was soon apparent almost indefinitely. Making the other stop upon the dime; and freeze.
" Wh-what are you writing down! " The other cried. It almost sounded pathetic. Like a baby bird crying for food from the mother they'd never live to see more than three times in their life. Paris simply flashed a smile.
" Stuff. " Came the reply of a life time. Paris's head shaking in a cocky, arrogant manner. As if the response was the most witty thing in the world. Just so proud of himself and his so called accomplishment.
The other looked confused. But, simply shrugged.
" Why are you keeping me her-" The other was cut off; sentience discarded as Paris loomed over him. Leaning closer, almost awkwardly so; eyes level within seconds.
Paris stared; curious. An almost humming sound reverberating throughout his being. Almost as if a generator was placed in over-drive. The sound banging on his lungs, causing an eerie traction in the air.
Suddenly, the other's head fell limp. Almost immediately falling, as if he were to be bobbing for imaginary apples. And the air grew stagnant once again.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
// aggressive to the majority and daunting to be around thanks to his heritage of miscellaneous creatures. He's violent when he needs to be; just go toss grace to his persona. But, he is indeed chilling. He enjoys talking in riddles just as much as he enjoys solving them. Having a naturally good eye for patterns and tricks. It's almost an uncanny skill to obtain.
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-- snappish
-- currently doesn't know most standard things such as simple multiplication, and addition. However, he's able to do do the larger algebraic expressions; etc. Complicated = he can do it. Simple = he sucks.
-- childish
-- allergic to alcohol
-- highly energetic
-- easily excitable
-- often tired
-- frightened of the dark
-- frightened of fire
-- almost feral-like in public situations
-- hates physical contact
-- hates being dirty
-- agile & swift on the run
-- tricky
-- night-owl
-- chemical-geek
-- curious
-- dark-humored
-- courageous in the more stupid of senses. He gets his bravery from his almost innocent-like demeanor and take on things.
-- not the best English speaker. Mostly thanks to his ancestry.
-- oddly depressing to talk to.
-- quick at learning.
-- enjoys others misery in the sense of curiosity. He'll often take people to his home in order to look over them; curious.
Preferences
NAME -- paris quinn storrie [quinn]
AGE -- anywhere from 11, to 26
GENDER -- masculine
SPECIES -- modernized púca
HAIR -- an inky black by nature. Shaved to a quarter-inch on the sides, and a fluffy, curly 6 inches left on top that often hangs over his left eye. It's often tangled, and ratty. Or at least, looks as such.
EYES -- a oddly-bright Cognac amber. They seem to always obtain an eerie, animalistic glow to them. Within his more frightened, or ecstatic of moments, the color will often "malfunction" and be replaced by a toxic blue for a short period of time.
SKIN -- vampire-pale
BODY -- flamboyant, and gawky. Muscle is almost non-existent in him. Making him look almost awkward, and monster-like. He has a light hunch, just simply from poor posture. And is extremely flexible; his ribs can easily be seen.
HEIGHT -- 5' feet 11" inches
WEIGHT -- 130
SCARS & MARKINGS -- no scars are apparent at the moment. But, a darker smudge of brown can be seen just above his right eyebrow that's considered a 'birthmark'.
OTHER -- n/a
Special Skills
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