<font color=crimson>. stained with the bloody past .</font> -- Joining

Crania of the tall brute tilted down a little, making ease to look to her, the one who had identified herself as Jaiden. Though a light curl cracked the corner of his labrums, knowing full well of what she spoke of was true. And it seemed quite amusing to him, that no matter how hard those preishable creatures tried, that they'd keep coming back. With a slight contraction of muscles within his back, unseen wings before now shuddered behind he, the black feathery masses reaching to just above the ground. And with the breeze that came through, single feathers lifted and tried to pull away, but none would be released from their holds. Tresses rustled as well, falling before his eyes for a moment before settling back along side his features. Farrow.

Called

Farrow Restruk

Aged

260,870 years

Gendered

Male

Cursed

A mixture of an angel and vampire, an oxymoronic being. Because of this, I am only able to dwell within the light for a couple hours at a time, then I must return to the darkness of my father. Though my abilities well extend from a spiritual drain, to healing.

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If I find any of my things stolen (html, picture or otherwise) or used without my permission, I will track you down, corner you in your room in the darkness of the midnight, press a yataghan against your throat, tell you to go fuck yourself, and that ravage your soul and offer the remains of your body to my dark lord and master. So stinkin' fuck off!