Costume
The Carnival Ring Master
Pet Name: Costume
Owner: Whitefoxfire
Theme / Type: Terror Braenon
Born: August 31, 2009
Gender: Male
MisticPal Name: Disguise
MisticPal Age: 5364 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 3 / 3
Strength: 13
Defense: 4
Speed: 6
Intellect: 4
Misticpower: 3
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
Found His Destiny
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-getting a new song-
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-picture intro coming-
Full Name: Tsume De Coutus
Nick Name: Costume
Age: 19
Species: Angel
Gender: Male
Main Job: Carnival Ring Master
Side Job(s): Quick Change Artist
Hired: March 6, 2010 at 10:15 p.m.
Roleplay Status:
Forever Open
Relationship Status:
Single
Preference:
No Preference
Family:
Abandoned Long Ago~
Long Lost Brother
Acquaintances:
"Let's have some fun Brother x3"
Art
-ref sheet coming-
Plushie
Fan and Gift Art(art done by others)
By Xeaviel
By Waltz
Human Design By Cynicism
Epic Win by Cynicism
Other Places
Come To His Tent for more information and fun stuff.
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-getting a new song-
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-If ever lost, Please return to Whitefoxfire-
THANK YOU SO MUCH RYNN!!! huggles*
Friendly expressions
| Harper says *Harper gave a faint smile, one that was more an imitation of emotion, yet it was an attempt on her part, because she did not understand the full array of emotion, human or otherwise. Just another thing that made her confused on how the worlds world. There was a moment where she simply considered his words, a little relieved that he seemed friendly. It wasn't that she could not protect herself, of course she could, being Darkness, but she wasn't 'cut out' for fighting, simply because she didn't have a very long attention span.* Well, I don't think I have a question, apart from, what are your posters for? *she gave a bright grin, seeming very curious. Which was definitely something she could be said to express in almost all areas of her life. It was just one of the reasons she was said to be insane. The harp in her hands was comforting, a shield against a world she didn't understand. She thrummed a few notes, the darkness rising around her at the call of its master.* |
| Harper says *Harper's pale skin flushed a deep crimson at the kiss he put to her hand, not used to people on a whole, never mind certain customs. She withdrew her hand in embarrassment, or as close as a heartless could come, and stammered a reply that sounded a bit like, 'Thank you.' Yet at his next words her face dropped in the imitation of a deep frown and a look of disappointment.* Is it that obvious? I promised my sister I would blend in... I knew I should have asked he-* She glanced off as a dragon, made of darkness and invisible to everyone else, flitted over to her and settled on her head. These things, pure darkness that she could see that no one else could, made people consider her crazy, but she couldn't prove it to them unless she played her harp and summonded dark creatures. They thought her insane... She pulled her attention from the creature and back to Tsune, offering a shy smile.* Sorry about that, what was the question again? Am I from around here? Well... No, I'm from The Mid- A faraway place. This is my first journey to the Other Realms... *She needed to get a control on her tongue, it kept making blunders she didn't need or want. When people knew the Elementals were around, it often granted them unwanted, potentially hazardous, attention. Harper wanted a peaceful day out!* |
| Harper says *Harper seemed a bit confused when he offered his name, and just tilted her head. Of course being confused was nothing more than an imitation of confusion she had seen on creatures with hearts. So she mainly extended her own, very pale, almost white, hand with her black painted nails. Those strange eyes, that did not look like eyes, seemed to attempt to brighten, from black, to a dark grey. Her voice seemed wrong somehow, not unattractive she supposed, just wrong. The voice of someone who was not entirely whole.* H... Hello? Um... I'm D-Darkness. *Then she scolded herself, what was it Lugia said? 'Do not greet every creature you see with your true name, and life history.' Not only had she said her true name, but she was doing that strange thing where she did not speak properly. She couldn't understand why it seemed to happen! It certainly didn't happen to this man with the hair covering his eyes.* Sorry, *She forced out, trying to halt the quivering of her voice.* I've done this all wrong, my sister would scold me for making such a mess of my first outing alone. *She blushed, of course that was another imitation.* My name is Harper. It's... Nice to meet you? *She searched her memory for what Lugia said when greeting people who were not like them, and Harper realised she actually didn't pay attention to her sister, almost all of that time.* |
| Harper says ((Oh good :D)) *Harper was not one to pay attention as she walked, in fact, not only was she easy to drift into a world that was not exactly one of sanity and normality, she seemed to cause those who heard her playing to drift off too. It was a bizarre talent, and she was a rather bizarre being, but strangely talented, very much so, even if her talent was not a normal one. She captivated, with her playing as much as her appearance, and as much as the strange shapes of darkness that had began to flit around her form. If a fellow Elemental, probably Lugia, had been here, she would have kept Harper's being undercover, would have stopped her from showing those wings, and kept the darkness at bay, as much as she could. Yet Darkness, or Harper, whatever you wished to name her, had the most unusual role of the Elementals. She had the element that twisted that which it touched, and as she was Darkness personified, she was the most twisted of dark beings. Although, at the sudden contact of another, she snapped from her thoughts, actually becoming less out of it, and actually smiled, and tilted her head, looking as apologetic as one could with her eyes.* Oh my, I apologise sir! I did not mean to bump into you. *She seemed to colour faintly, and look away, realising in her surprise her harp had vanished, cutting off the music, and making the darkness vanished, to return to the shape of her wings.* |
| Harper says ((I hope this is ok, Harper is so... Insane xP)) *It was bright day, when a lone figure found herself wandering through a strange place. It may have been a city... Perhaps? Though maybe it was not. This figure was not sure, as she was not accustomed to life. At least the life most considered to be living. She was not exactly very goodd at fitting in, or hiding that which made her very /un/normal. In fact, she was so out of place in any place of living, that the idea that perhaps she might belong here was so comical, it might have made a Gentle smile. The female, of ageless looks, was a strange one indeed. She had grey eyes, melting down her face, very pale skin, she wore a long white dress, that had black ribbons down the front, small sandles that actually seemed to move, and if you looked closely you might see darkness flowing, and her very strange being, was made even more bizarre by her wings. They were gold metal, a casing very like a harp, though pulled apart a little. Inside this metal was also long silver, almost string-like things. Actually, if you closed her wings up, you would have a harp. Which is what had happened. Harper, or Darkness, had pulled the metal casing of her left wing off, and the strings of the right ring off. Putting them together in an exquisite, but heavy looking instrument. She carried it and played it with ease. The songs she played she hummed too, but never sung, and it was haunting but beautiful. Strange, like this female.* |
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