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Furcadia

The Noble

Played by Christopher

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Identification

Name: Christopher Noble
Nick Names:Chris- Only by his brother
Sex: Male
Age: Twenty-Five
Height: 6'3
Weight: 220- Unarmored 230- Lightly Armored 260- Fully Armored
Body type: Extremely Athletic
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: One-hundred percent Timber Wolf
Markings: Scars over half of his body, one large scar over the left eye
Tattoos: Demonic writing appears all over body when in demon state
Visual Reference
Description

Heavy Armor
Darkness surrounds the cold unforgiving room, demonic aura emerging from it. You felt as if a giant hand was squeezing your chest, making it hard to breath. Fear of death and the twisted agony of the dying filled your thoughts, sending a chilling sensation down your very spine. From those Shadows a large stout figure emerged, a creature covered head to toe in heavy platted armor. A blood red kilt hung from his waist and reached down to his ankles and a bright white cross. The double edged claymore was strapped to his back shinned brilliantly while Soul Smasher, strapped to his right hip, released the black aura. A ballestrino strapped to his left thigh was locked and loaded and lastly a flint lock rifle strapped along side his claymore ready to use at will. Golden hues stare through the slit of his helmet at you, one look from this creature alone could put even the most ruthless demon in its place. Time seemed to freeze and a voice reached the most inner parts of your mind, 'Remember who I am and let those who stand for evil know I am their demise, I am the reaper and I'm coming for those who have sinned.' With that the creature began to walk away, the sound of metal and steel clanging with every step he took. Slowly he disappeared into the darkness and not far behind a white ghost followed.Curious...

Light Armor
Iron and metal clanged with each step as this dark furred wolf ascended into the ill lit room, dressed in his formal clothing. Knee high leather boots adorned his bare feet, chain mail trousers and chest piece protected his hide and a black and white tunic hung down just below his knees covering most of the mail. He had armed himself with a metal sword sheathed and strapped to the right side of his leather belt and on the left side a dagger. His tunic bore a white cross on his chest, the black metal shield strapped to his back bared a similar cross but it was red. A crusader. Possibly the last of his generation. No doubt this creature has seen many battles. Judging from the look of those scars on his face he was a veteran and his strong military bearing told you he was a highly respected officer of his battalion. As he walks by you feel a warm essence coming from this rough looking rogue, you stare at his stout frame and wonder who this wolf was and why was he here. The male stops, sensing your gaze. He looks over his shoulder, golden hues seemed to pierce through your body and peer into your very soul. A chill ran down your spine and dread over comes you as you stare back into those glowing orbs as you hear a voice in your head, "I am the reaper."
Where are we going?