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Chronos the Snowflaik
Chronos the Snowflaik
Psychotic_621
Legacy Name: Psychotic_621
The
Darkmatter TelenineOwner:
StillicideAge: 15 years, 10 months, 1 week
Born: July 19th, 2008
Adopted: 15 years, 10 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)
Adopted: July 19th, 2008 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 13
- Defense: 11
- Speed: 12
- Health: 11
- HP: 11/11
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Noun 1. psychotic - a person afflicted with psychosis
psy·cho·sis
A severe mental disorder, with or without organic damage, characterized by derangement of personality and loss of contact with reality and causing deterioration of normal social functioning.
A deciever, I am not that I appear to be...
Once upon a time, in a land known only to few, a young orphan scoundrel scavaged through a bin. He was about 7 or 8, though looked older through the dirt on his face, his torn and ragged clothes. His hair was long, reaching the middle of his back, and the deepest ebony, matted and greasy, his eyes such a bright, vibrant lavander. Feasting on what he could find, he was slender, lean, but fast having learnt the hard way when he needed to run.
A year previous he was a different boy. Dressed in beautiful silk clothing, fed rich, flavourful foods, many friends and toys to play with. One day, his father snapped, killing his wife in a fit of rage before killing himself. The boy had witnessed both acts and fled his childhood home, living his days on the streets.
Eventually, he joined forces with a group of a similar age, the children causing hell in their town, eating better with more of them to gather the food. One day, the boys 13th birthday, an older male joined the group and took over as leader. The male was ruthless, domineering, taking the better spoils for himself and his younger sister, leaving the original group with scraps and flecks. Months went by with this treatment until one day the boy stood up to the elder male...and paid the price.
The boy became the males personal servent and bares many scars from that time. For little over a year he endured all sorts of emotional and physical pain dished out by the elder, many wounds that will never heal, until one day he could take no more. He killed the elder boy in a fit of rage, striking him with a large rock. Blood on his hands, the almost 15-year old boy fled the once safe haven with his friends, and began a new life in another town, solitary once more.
Time took its tole on the boy, he began to change. As he grew, he was seen as a more attractive male to others, a trait he picked up on fast and took advantage of. He also changed inside, his thoughts becomming darker, twisted, his actions to others becomming more harsh until few helped him anymore. He became sly, devious, getting up to his old tricks again.
He began to hear voices, inside his head, telling him about the people in the town, telling him to do things to them. At first, he rejected the whole notion and just ignored them, but they were the reason he killed many more sincer his first murder at 15. Accompanying these voices were vicious mood swings, times when he used alcohol to try and cure them, only leading him into doing more things that he regrets.
Now, he moved far from his town, giving in to the voices, allowing his darker side to rein full over. He is simply known as Psycho, no one knowing his original name, or where he came from.
Once upon a time, in a land known only to few, a young orphan scoundrel scavaged through a bin. He was about 7 or 8, though looked older through the dirt on his face, his torn and ragged clothes. His hair was long, reaching the middle of his back, and the deepest ebony, matted and greasy, his eyes such a bright, vibrant lavander. Feasting on what he could find, he was slender, lean, but fast having learnt the hard way when he needed to run.
A year previous he was a different boy. Dressed in beautiful silk clothing, fed rich, flavourful foods, many friends and toys to play with. One day, his father snapped, killing his wife in a fit of rage before killing himself. The boy had witnessed both acts and fled his childhood home, living his days on the streets.
Eventually, he joined forces with a group of a similar age, the children causing hell in their town, eating better with more of them to gather the food. One day, the boys 13th birthday, an older male joined the group and took over as leader. The male was ruthless, domineering, taking the better spoils for himself and his younger sister, leaving the original group with scraps and flecks. Months went by with this treatment until one day the boy stood up to the elder male...and paid the price.
The boy became the males personal servent and bares many scars from that time. For little over a year he endured all sorts of emotional and physical pain dished out by the elder, many wounds that will never heal, until one day he could take no more. He killed the elder boy in a fit of rage, striking him with a large rock. Blood on his hands, the almost 15-year old boy fled the once safe haven with his friends, and began a new life in another town, solitary once more.
Time took its tole on the boy, he began to change. As he grew, he was seen as a more attractive male to others, a trait he picked up on fast and took advantage of. He also changed inside, his thoughts becomming darker, twisted, his actions to others becomming more harsh until few helped him anymore. He became sly, devious, getting up to his old tricks again.
He began to hear voices, inside his head, telling him about the people in the town, telling him to do things to them. At first, he rejected the whole notion and just ignored them, but they were the reason he killed many more sincer his first murder at 15. Accompanying these voices were vicious mood swings, times when he used alcohol to try and cure them, only leading him into doing more things that he regrets.
Now, he moved far from his town, giving in to the voices, allowing his darker side to rein full over. He is simply known as Psycho, no one knowing his original name, or where he came from.
By
TheElvishDevil ♥️Quad: Jet black fur, vibrant violet eyes, spikes, chest/muzzle fur and tail tip.
Slender built, almost femanine, but always snearing or snarling, occasionally a sly smile but generally, looks could kill.
Small scars cover his form, many faded and old, some fresher.
Human: Silky, jet black hair, shoulder length in loose curls, the odd violet streak same shade as his eyes. Pale skin, dressing completly in black. Normally a silky shirt, tight black trousers and knee high boots with silver buckles running the whole length. Shirt sleeves can be rolled up to the elbow, but he never wears short sleeved shirts. Optional tie in the same colour as eyes and hair streaks.
+ But in deep purple and black, muddy and torn. + Hair, but longer as has some tied back. +
Anthro:Same as human, just with deep purple/violet ears and tail.
Psycho is a solitary male, preferring the company of the silence to those of others, though will use others at all costs to get what he wants. His sly, seductive appearance leads others often to their doom, his head still riddled with the voices. He no longer shows his human emotions, but through the voices he hopes one day to be able to be a human again.
Though we may not always see eye to eye......we will always have eachothers back.
Thank you
Bytail♥️Pet Treasure
Rose
Black Electric Guitar
Darkness Shard
Dying Flower
Dark Feather
Dark Crystal Shard
Pet Friends
Daroe
You make the voices go away <3
Zarachiel
My brother, I will never be able to express just how sorry I am for what I did.