Nazar

The Dark Son

• Ravished from our paradise A crack in the mirror I know who's to blame So full of life but paralyzed Etched on my iris But I try not to think of it all... Forbidden dance on fragile skin Why do you shine as I suffer in pain? The greatest scars remain within Leaving you now with a heart black as cardinal sin. Fear this melody almost forgotten -Kamelot: Ashes to Ashes

• ➣What's In A Name? ▪ His original name was Lunari. There is only one who still uses that name for him. He does not give it to others. As far as he's concerned, 'Lunari' is long since dead and gone. Instead, he goes by his chosen name, Nazar. Hearing his true name spoken by anyone not his mother, might have somewhat nasty consequences. Her, he'll just glower at.

  ➣Species ▪ Nazar is an Olde World Unicorn, born of the Mother of all Unicorns. In his natural form, he is slender, fleet and somewhat more deer-like than horse-like. However, events of several centuries ago lead to his corruption. He is no longer fully like his kin., a mutant of sorts. Most would consider him a 'Corrupted Unicorn' although the process never fully completed, leaving him trapped in a sort of halfway state. Full corruption, would have turned him into an utter bloodthirsty, mutated brute.

  
  

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  ➣Personality. ▪ He is cynical, cold, brooding and impulse driven. He does what he wants when he wants. While not needlessly cruel, he does have a malicious streak that can be brought to the surface in some situations. He can be rather snide and sarcastic. While he has certainly done some deeds some might call wicked or 'evil' for the most part he's just an asshole. However, due to the nature of his magic, he has phases where his personality dips even darker, and he seems a tad more unhinged and dangerous. These shifts, can last for part of a day, or sometimes for the better part of a week.

  ➣Vices ▪ Where to start? Prone to rather out of control bouts of hedonism, not limited to sex, drugs and alcohol. While he's not always thinking with what's below the belt, he sees sex as simply another indulgence. He's not one for romance, or relationships. He is prone to losing his temper, having a lot of rage buried down inside of him. He can be rather overconfident and downright cocky. For too much of his life he's sought to make himself more powerful than everyone around him. While he -is- quite the powerful sorcerer, it's perhaps not enough to warrant the borderline god-complex.

  
  
  

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  ➣Size▪ In his humanoid form, Nazar is an even six foot tall, and around 160 lbs. In anthro, he's 6'5, and closer to 180, do to a difference in body structure, but has a rather similar build, overall. His true form is four legged. His size can vary, from that of a small-ish deer, up to closer to the size of a carthorse. Generally, when in his natural form, he'll be somewhere in-between.

  ➣Features ▪ As a humanoid, his generally preferred form, he is more or less human in shape. He retains his deer-like ears, and his horn. His hair is colored like his mane is, black with touches of dark colors. His horn is pitch black, with a slight glass-like luster to it. His flesh is dark grey. In anthro form his legs become digitigrade, and he has a full muzzle, a thick shaggy mane, short velvety fur and a tail. This form looks quite similar to his true form, and is simply upright walking with some mildly humanized touches.

  
  

• "Do you think the wolves let the smallest fawn go because it's helpless? Does the hawk pass over an injured hare? This is a world of wolves, not a world of fairy tales and kindness" "At least I'm not pretending to be something I'm not. I know damned good and well the kind of monster I am, and I embrace it." There was nothing she could do about the darkness that had taken root in him. It was no longer simply a taint twisting through his spirit, like a toxin that could be filtered or boiled out of water.. it was him now. This was the reality, the old him, only a memory. She'd only seen him a handful of times since then, after he'd finally finished what he'd set out to do.. when the killing had finally ended. There had been some small part of him that had felt remorse, guilt for what he'd done and how far he'd gone.. guilt for the way she'd looked at him then, her heartbreak. He'd done everything he could to kill any scrap of him left that still was able to feel those things.
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