{Craven} |||| {Brashton}
»Hedge Wizard|| Decay || Illusion || Darkness || «
»Hedge Wizard|| Decay || Illusion || Darkness || «
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✄✄ I am a Shapeshifter
✄✄ nicknames: Crave, Dark, Grimm, Brash, and many others
✄✄ I am 18
✄✄ Proud to be a pansexual male .
✄✄ December 22nd , so don't forget the omnious ticking giftbox. I wonder whats inside... !
✄✄ My head is this much closer into the clouds: 6' 4"
✄✄ Never ask a girl this: 163 lb.
✄✄ I live in: Oak Dorm, Room 3
✄✄ I came from: Door Number: 637 Dekoris
The world Craven comes from is a world of darkness and decay. Everyone is only out for themselves. Heavily populated with other magickal creatures and renowned for it's vicious inhabitants there is no light that comes from this world... Only death and destruction. Even the smallest child has had blood upon their hands. It is kill or be killed in this place of hatred.
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✄✄ Saying hi.
Personalityxxxxxxxx
Craven is the least compassionate person you may find. Growing up in a world where the mentality is kill or be killed he's developed a hardened heart. His wellbeing comes before other peoples. Love is a secondary desire to power. He'd turn his back on a friend just to gain something from another person. Jaded and angry at the world Craven can not be persuaded to show a little love for the people around him unless there is something in it for him. His actions are as cold as his heart. There seems to be nothing but a monster left inside the young man. There may be no salvation left in all the worlds for him...
Biographyxxxxxxxx
A vast and unmerciful land gave birth to a tiny child by way of emaciated woman and violent lover. Craven was brought into the world without a sound and lay to rest in a crib made of bones and treated hide. In the next few years he'd grow strong and fast. During his fifth year he followed his father into another home. Baptized in the blood of a young babe no more than three weeks old. The young shifter sound himself appreciative of the ritual as the scent of the blood brought up something primal in his nature.
Over the next few years he followed his fathers lessons in Magicks and combat. By the age of seven he was proficient enough with a blade and concealing weapons that he killed a playmate of three years that spent the night camping with him. Craven slowly removed the other boys teeth and drilled small holes in them making a necklace from their hair and teeth. He'd slowly over the next few years collect jewelry made from bones and teeth of his kills. Now at the age of thirteen he was often a target of any hungry creature that came across his path. It was with a vicious grin on his face he'd often be found stripping the flesh from the body of his kill.
By the age of seventeen Craven had strangled his mother in her sleep and removed his own father's vocal cords after destroying each one of the elder males limbs. Taking his birth home as his own Craven took what he wanted and left nothing for the rest. This went on for at least a year and a half until he found something much better to do with his time...
Craven came to this school of his own accord after hearing a few interesting stories about the occupants. Deciding that it might be beneficial to his level of skill and desire for power he embarked on bring himself to the point where he currently finds himself. Enrolled and disgusted with the occupants of the school he has attached himself to... They're all so... Nice.
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✄✄ Likes:
√ Blood
√ Violence
√ Horror Movies
√ Cigarettes
√ Dead Animals
✄✄ Dislikes:
✗ Bright Colors
✗ Tea
✗ Small Children
✗ Preppy Types
✗ Innocent Types
✄✄ Clothing
☻ Anything Leather or Black
☺ Always has on Necklaces. Wears at least one Cross Necklace.
☻ Typically wears Boots unless Barefoot
☺ Sometimes can be found using Gloves
✄✄ Appliances
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✄✄ Physical weaknesses
☠ His Left Shoulder is prone to Dislocation.
☠ Silver causes Discomfort and after prolonged exposure Rash or Burns.
✄✄ Magical Items:
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✄✄ Theme song: Ashes
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✄✄ Nightmares Of Lament.
✄✄ A Dark Gray .
