11-26-2018, 10:23 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 70%; text-align: justify;"][ He has already joined. ]
Age was something he had never known. While he was far older than anyone would care to expect, he showed no signs of aging. He was stuck, frozen in time, and it did not matter if he liked it or not. Even if his age was not evident, his story was told through the scars that marred his body. From the pink laceration that drew across his neck to the scar that drew from his flank like lighting. They all had their own individual stories, all of which lived at the tip of his tongue. Even so, the past was the past, and getting him to even mention anything about his life before was like pulling teeth. None of it was important to him anymore, not his kids, not his late husband, and not his friends. It was in everyone's best interest if he stopped looking for he was only casing his tail.
The demon had always been a rather social fellow, but he was not exactly who he use to be. He had mellowed out, but how much, well, no one could say. Nosferatu was a mystery. "Ich werde zu alt für diesen Scheiß," the male mused to himself as he rose to his paws. Catching the demon speaking his native language was rather rare, but having moved back to Berlin for awhile made it more common than ever before. Even so, Nos was not so much of a dumbass to only speak German. English would do just fine, given that was the main language here. Both languages came as easily to him as breathing. He shook the settled sand off of his coat, alluring emerald eyes gazing out the desolate camp. What a dump. Standing at a height no larger than a juvenile cat, Nosferatu was rather small and slightly petite, but looks can be fooling. He was a rather scrappy individual who knew how to hold his ground.
Taking a seat, the ebony male scratched at the silver cross that hung form his neck. No one had ever given him crap for wearing a cross all while being a demon, but it had always been a trademark of his. "Yo!" called out the cat, his tail tip tapping against the ground. "I'm kinda new to this shit hole, but th' name's Nosferatu. Shorten it to Nos, Ratu, Nossy, or whatever th' hell you want."
(Translation: I'm gettin' too old for this shit.)
Age was something he had never known. While he was far older than anyone would care to expect, he showed no signs of aging. He was stuck, frozen in time, and it did not matter if he liked it or not. Even if his age was not evident, his story was told through the scars that marred his body. From the pink laceration that drew across his neck to the scar that drew from his flank like lighting. They all had their own individual stories, all of which lived at the tip of his tongue. Even so, the past was the past, and getting him to even mention anything about his life before was like pulling teeth. None of it was important to him anymore, not his kids, not his late husband, and not his friends. It was in everyone's best interest if he stopped looking for he was only casing his tail.
The demon had always been a rather social fellow, but he was not exactly who he use to be. He had mellowed out, but how much, well, no one could say. Nosferatu was a mystery. "Ich werde zu alt für diesen Scheiß," the male mused to himself as he rose to his paws. Catching the demon speaking his native language was rather rare, but having moved back to Berlin for awhile made it more common than ever before. Even so, Nos was not so much of a dumbass to only speak German. English would do just fine, given that was the main language here. Both languages came as easily to him as breathing. He shook the settled sand off of his coat, alluring emerald eyes gazing out the desolate camp. What a dump. Standing at a height no larger than a juvenile cat, Nosferatu was rather small and slightly petite, but looks can be fooling. He was a rather scrappy individual who knew how to hold his ground.
Taking a seat, the ebony male scratched at the silver cross that hung form his neck. No one had ever given him crap for wearing a cross all while being a demon, but it had always been a trademark of his. "Yo!" called out the cat, his tail tip tapping against the ground. "I'm kinda new to this shit hole, but th' name's Nosferatu. Shorten it to Nos, Ratu, Nossy, or whatever th' hell you want."
(Translation: I'm gettin' too old for this shit.)