Post by Great Dragon on Aug 7, 2010 7:29:47 GMT -5
Name: Hong Gang Yong Da Jun.
Nicknames: Dairyuu which means Great Dragon or Dragon in Japanese, but any of the three is fine. He prefers not to be called by his real name.
Gender: He's clearly a guy.
Orientation: He likes men and hates women. Women disgust him.
Hair: It is a very, very dark brown to black.
Eyes: Dark brown.
Skin-tone: Yellowy, slightly tanned.
Personality: Dairyuu would what people call a jerk. He does not have a soft side at all. He is dark and would gladly kill anyone when told to, especially if the victim is a girl. He was brought up to become a Death Eater. He is especially vain about his appearance, constantly checking hir reflection in any refflective surface.
Likes: Killing, torturing, pain, blood, black, the shadows, his looks, sex.
Dislikes: Females, bright places, people taking his prey, his real name, his brother.
History: Xing is Dairyuu's younger brother. Soon after Xing was born, Dairyuu was kicked out of the family for teasing and hurting his brother. He was always jealous of the brat since he was out of the womb. Dairyuu lived on the streets of China for days, scavenging out of bins. His dirty life changed when one of the Dark Lord's servants found him and handed him into the care of a Death Eater. He went to the same school as Xing, his hair dyed blonde. He bullied the younger boy, hexing him constantly. Soon, he was expelled and his "father" taught him himself, proud of the boys willingness to kill. He learnt all he needed to know. He never went to Hogwarts and grew up, becoming the youngest Death Eater.
Special Skills: Killing, torturing. Hiding in the shadows to attack people when they least expected it. Getting information out of people. Flirting with people to lure them into his trap. Fighting.
Sample Post:
Dragon hid in the shadows of an alleyway. He was expecting a certain messenger to arrive soon. It was quiet, but there were old beggars shuffling about in the rubbish. Soon, he heard the footsteps of who he was waiting for. The young man that stepped into the alleyway was looking around nervously, as well as suspiciously. Dragon waited for the moment he stepped in front of his hiding spot, pouncing and tackling the man. He was certainly handsome, Dragon thought. His hand striked as fast as a snake towards the mans neck, holding him still against the wall. Their bodies were so close, Dragon was sorry he had to do this, but he could find someone else to satisfy his other urges later. He pulled his wand out and pressed it against the man's stomach.
"Tell me now," He said in a husky voice. "I know you know this, which cell is the Death Eater, Oliver Andrews in? If you don't tell me, I'm afraid you'll have to die."
His face was so close to the other's, his grip around his neck tightened as he leaned in closer towards the man's ear. The man whimpered and Dragon smirked. He loved it when they started screaming and yelling. He bit down hard on the man's ear lobe, showing him he wasn't joking. The man cried out, whimpering more from the pain. Dragon could taste blood on his lips. He pulled his face away to watch as the man spoke.
"He-He's in cell seventeen." The words were barely a whisper, but Dragon heard them.
"Why thank you, but you'll have to die anyways. I can't leave any witnesses lying around, now can I?" His lips crushed against the man's, his teeth cut into the man's bottom lip. He pulled away, letting the blood drip out. "Avadra kedavra." The spell was so powerful, a strong gust of wind from it ruined Dragon's hair.
He watched the man's body slump and felt it grow cold. He licked the blood off the man's lips, licking the rest off his own. He let go of the man and walked away, keeping to the shadows. He would have to find someone else for dinner.
Nicknames: Dairyuu which means Great Dragon or Dragon in Japanese, but any of the three is fine. He prefers not to be called by his real name.
Gender: He's clearly a guy.
Orientation: He likes men and hates women. Women disgust him.
Hair: It is a very, very dark brown to black.
Eyes: Dark brown.
Skin-tone: Yellowy, slightly tanned.
Personality: Dairyuu would what people call a jerk. He does not have a soft side at all. He is dark and would gladly kill anyone when told to, especially if the victim is a girl. He was brought up to become a Death Eater. He is especially vain about his appearance, constantly checking hir reflection in any refflective surface.
Likes: Killing, torturing, pain, blood, black, the shadows, his looks, sex.
Dislikes: Females, bright places, people taking his prey, his real name, his brother.
History: Xing is Dairyuu's younger brother. Soon after Xing was born, Dairyuu was kicked out of the family for teasing and hurting his brother. He was always jealous of the brat since he was out of the womb. Dairyuu lived on the streets of China for days, scavenging out of bins. His dirty life changed when one of the Dark Lord's servants found him and handed him into the care of a Death Eater. He went to the same school as Xing, his hair dyed blonde. He bullied the younger boy, hexing him constantly. Soon, he was expelled and his "father" taught him himself, proud of the boys willingness to kill. He learnt all he needed to know. He never went to Hogwarts and grew up, becoming the youngest Death Eater.
Special Skills: Killing, torturing. Hiding in the shadows to attack people when they least expected it. Getting information out of people. Flirting with people to lure them into his trap. Fighting.
Sample Post:
Dragon hid in the shadows of an alleyway. He was expecting a certain messenger to arrive soon. It was quiet, but there were old beggars shuffling about in the rubbish. Soon, he heard the footsteps of who he was waiting for. The young man that stepped into the alleyway was looking around nervously, as well as suspiciously. Dragon waited for the moment he stepped in front of his hiding spot, pouncing and tackling the man. He was certainly handsome, Dragon thought. His hand striked as fast as a snake towards the mans neck, holding him still against the wall. Their bodies were so close, Dragon was sorry he had to do this, but he could find someone else to satisfy his other urges later. He pulled his wand out and pressed it against the man's stomach.
"Tell me now," He said in a husky voice. "I know you know this, which cell is the Death Eater, Oliver Andrews in? If you don't tell me, I'm afraid you'll have to die."
His face was so close to the other's, his grip around his neck tightened as he leaned in closer towards the man's ear. The man whimpered and Dragon smirked. He loved it when they started screaming and yelling. He bit down hard on the man's ear lobe, showing him he wasn't joking. The man cried out, whimpering more from the pain. Dragon could taste blood on his lips. He pulled his face away to watch as the man spoke.
"He-He's in cell seventeen." The words were barely a whisper, but Dragon heard them.
"Why thank you, but you'll have to die anyways. I can't leave any witnesses lying around, now can I?" His lips crushed against the man's, his teeth cut into the man's bottom lip. He pulled away, letting the blood drip out. "Avadra kedavra." The spell was so powerful, a strong gust of wind from it ruined Dragon's hair.
He watched the man's body slump and felt it grow cold. He licked the blood off the man's lips, licking the rest off his own. He let go of the man and walked away, keeping to the shadows. He would have to find someone else for dinner.
