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One Thousand Club
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Introduction
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Within one mid-winter night, you were making your way back home after a bit of traveling. Below your feet is about a foot of deep glistening snow, masking the path from view though based upon the distortion of snow around you it was easy to tell that this flat snow covering was truthfully the path. Still little blurs of white fell from the sky above you and dotted both the ground and the snow heavy trees in the forests of which occasionally would give way to create a rather large mound of snow upon the ground below. To your side you could see very faint remains of paw-prints, almost washed away completely by a new layer of snow. You didn't think much into it for this forest wasn't know for wolves or anything of the such, if anything it would only be a stray dog of which would probably prove to not be aggressive. It might actually by nice to find a bit of company on this lonesome road, even if it would be only an abandoned mutt. Yet, walking further you nearly freeze as your eyes land upon something new. The paws lead straight to a big distortion in the snow, one holding gashes, slides, slopes, and even crossing the path was a large tree that seemed to have been forced into snapping. You could see blood splatters along the ground and quickly you became worried, though regardless you needed to make it home. It was the safest place to be. Your pace increased into a run as you hopped over the tree, glancing to your side you could still see paw prints yet with them was a mixture of red staining the snow. You tried to ignore it yet once again you where surprised by a new discovery only a little ways ahead... the paw prints lead not to a hound of any sorts, rather upon the snowy ground you discovered a bloodied, shivering boy in thin clothing not at all fit for this whether. He appears injured, yet why was it dog prints that lead to him? What even happened to him?
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Plot
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Upon finding Striker, he at first is reluctant to truly allow himself to be in the presence of any one really, though it's clear that in his current condition he can't wonder the forest by himself much longer. Eventually, he ends up pulling you into his current mess and quest of sorts.
~Any skill level is welcomed, I'll adjust to fit.
~Follow the sites rules...
~Have fun
Name: Skriker
Age: Appears to be in his early 20s.
Gender: Male
Race: One of the black dogs of European legend referred to as Skriker most commonly, but at times he is called Brash, Trash, and Shriker.
Abilities: Skriker truthfully is a bad luck charm, bringing illness, pain, sorrow, and humiliation to all around him. It's something he hardly can control, though when in his human form he can much better keep his abilities to himself, keeping those around him safe if he so desires.
Weapons: Shriker, when armed with his hound forum can easily bite with strong, white teeth. Paired with these he has a well kept set of claws that never do dull, but they can be broken. However, when human he carries with him a pair of gloves, both with a set of three blades attached to them. This allows him the claws he lacks within his human form.
Personality: Skriker is a very quiet person, keeping mostly to himself and avoiding contact with others. He tends to keep himself hidden away within the forests or upon the less popular trails. He tends to be blunt, cold, and even stubborn, but he is rather intelligent. Very much so as he does surpass the standard of his time, having explored medicine, sciences, language, and literature. He has looked over history and learned from the past. The only thing he doesn't learn off is socialization as such his skills are rather horrid within that field.
Appearance:
~Human Form~
Height: 6'2
~Hound Form
Introduction
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Within one mid-winter night, you were making your way back home after a bit of traveling. Below your feet is about a foot of deep glistening snow, masking the path from view though based upon the distortion of snow around you it was easy to tell that this flat snow covering was truthfully the path. Still little blurs of white fell from the sky above you and dotted both the ground and the snow heavy trees in the forests of which occasionally would give way to create a rather large mound of snow upon the ground below. To your side you could see very faint remains of paw-prints, almost washed away completely by a new layer of snow. You didn't think much into it for this forest wasn't know for wolves or anything of the such, if anything it would only be a stray dog of which would probably prove to not be aggressive. It might actually by nice to find a bit of company on this lonesome road, even if it would be only an abandoned mutt. Yet, walking further you nearly freeze as your eyes land upon something new. The paws lead straight to a big distortion in the snow, one holding gashes, slides, slopes, and even crossing the path was a large tree that seemed to have been forced into snapping. You could see blood splatters along the ground and quickly you became worried, though regardless you needed to make it home. It was the safest place to be. Your pace increased into a run as you hopped over the tree, glancing to your side you could still see paw prints yet with them was a mixture of red staining the snow. You tried to ignore it yet once again you where surprised by a new discovery only a little ways ahead... the paw prints lead not to a hound of any sorts, rather upon the snowy ground you discovered a bloodied, shivering boy in thin clothing not at all fit for this whether. He appears injured, yet why was it dog prints that lead to him? What even happened to him?
~~~~~~~~~~
Plot
~~~~~~~~~~
Upon finding Striker, he at first is reluctant to truly allow himself to be in the presence of any one really, though it's clear that in his current condition he can't wonder the forest by himself much longer. Eventually, he ends up pulling you into his current mess and quest of sorts.
~Any skill level is welcomed, I'll adjust to fit.
~Follow the sites rules...
~Have fun
Name: Skriker
Age: Appears to be in his early 20s.
Gender: Male
Race: One of the black dogs of European legend referred to as Skriker most commonly, but at times he is called Brash, Trash, and Shriker.
Abilities: Skriker truthfully is a bad luck charm, bringing illness, pain, sorrow, and humiliation to all around him. It's something he hardly can control, though when in his human form he can much better keep his abilities to himself, keeping those around him safe if he so desires.
Weapons: Shriker, when armed with his hound forum can easily bite with strong, white teeth. Paired with these he has a well kept set of claws that never do dull, but they can be broken. However, when human he carries with him a pair of gloves, both with a set of three blades attached to them. This allows him the claws he lacks within his human form.
Personality: Skriker is a very quiet person, keeping mostly to himself and avoiding contact with others. He tends to keep himself hidden away within the forests or upon the less popular trails. He tends to be blunt, cold, and even stubborn, but he is rather intelligent. Very much so as he does surpass the standard of his time, having explored medicine, sciences, language, and literature. He has looked over history and learned from the past. The only thing he doesn't learn off is socialization as such his skills are rather horrid within that field.
Appearance:
~Human Form~
Height: 6'2
~Hound Form
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