Post by darkyyyy<333 on Feb 1, 2007 17:52:02 GMT -5
Yes! This one wants to have a 10/10!
(Personality)
Different from most men, Dark Link enjoys teasing, both men and women. He’s always out for a laugh, even if it’s obtained cruelly, or making him look… strange. He’s not the talkative type, but will speak when needed. A superior smirk is always on his face, he knows he’s on the top, even if he’s just been beaten which he doesn’t take too lightly. He enjoys being challenged, usually by someone older. He’ll get close to a mentor, more in a brotherly way.
He doesn’t like being showed how to do something by someone who’s younger; he’d rather figure it out himself. He has a great dislikes for people not taking him for he is. He’s very headstrong but is kind-hearted for his friends. Usually a hard person to get along with because of his hotheaded personality, he’d get scarred all over again for his friends. Even though he seems to really care about them, he’s only out for himself in the long run.
Likes;
Learning fighting exploring and watching others.
Dislikes;
Not being accepted, teased, stupidity, someone not doing as they’re told.
{Background}
(After 3 years of being trained by Gannon, Dark Link raced off to find his foe; The Hero Of Time. His wait was fairly short- only two weeks thanks to a spy. He fought as hard and for as long as he could, but he lost- and lost a finger. During the battle, he was exposed to his Berserker Block for the first time. New to this disturbing sensation, he tried to force himself to quit- but couldn’t. He let out a yell and launched himself- face first at his blond haired foe. Taking the first action that he could, he tried to block the attack, but missed. The weapon. With a screech of pain, The black haired copy retreated back to the realm of darkness.
After hiding and nursing his wounds for a month or so, he reluctantly went back to the dark lord. Enraged by the fact he didn’t win and was a coward, the dark lord himself stabbed the boy in his left finger, dragging the blade up slowly until he hit a tendon, making him scream out in pain. In his fear, the Son Of No One lashed about, fighting tears and the pain maybe even his master himself. Disgusted by his cowardliness, Gannon uttered a curse as he continued to gash his former apprentices arm. When he could take it no longer, the boy flung himself into darkness.
For two years, he hid until news of Gannon’s death from demons that had shared the lair of shadows with him. Reluctantly, he crept out of the dark to see they were right. But to his dismay light had returned to his land. Not knowing where to go, he slipped away trying to find a home, and a life.
He set out to find himself a place to train, under the safety of the remaining shadows of the night. When he came to the portal of another portal, he meet a witch who's name was Mirell. Her kind grin seemed to send Dark Link into a easy setting, and he instantly trusted her. For about a month, he forgot about his desperate escape and felt happy staying on the border of portals. Mirell and him never pushed one another about their pasts, but one day she finally asked; "What happened to you hands?" her green eyes glistened with worry as she took his thumb-less hand. He gently pulled back and explained what happened to both of his arms.
That night, he pondered as he listened to explosions coming from her chemistry lab and small puffs of exotic colored smoke wormed their way into his nose. He finally drifted into an uneasy sleep, the sight of pinks, greens, blues and reds zipping in his mind. He woke with a start, feeling a jolt though the floorboard. "Mirell?!" he yelled, throwing open the metal door to her lab- a place he had never been before.
Pots bubbled, fires danced, shadows flickered; they once were friendly but now... They hung alien-like to him in the corners. He slipped nimbly around her odd collection of things, until he came to see her, crimson red hair frizzing out.
It was a great site her green eyes like emeralds, and her light red hair sticking out from electricity. The only thing he could gasp out between laughs was; "Are you a good witch- or a bad witch?"
With a chuckle she handed him a ivy green potion, bubbling with heat. Reluctantly, he pressed it to his lips and squinted his eyes shut. The concoction slowly and sticky fell down his throat, making him want to gag. The smell of it made his eyes water slightly, then when it was all gone but the aftertaste, his head filled with a deep purple color. He clutched his forehead and stumbled to bed. The next morning, he his eyes flickered open and he slipped out of his room to see Mirell. She bounded down the hall as he approached, her eyes flashing with joy. “It worked!” she yelled, waving her arms in excitement. “It really worked!” She dragged Dark Link to the bathroom, and proudly showed him the new and improved part of him; His eyes.
They were yellow. Mirell grinned, but it dissolved off her face as he looked coldly down at her. “What-is it?” she asked softly, looking alarmed.
Gently, he placed a hand under her chin and asked softly, with a hint of anger in his voice. “You didn’t like me for who I was? What I looked like?” He pulled his hand away and continued. “You thought I was flawed?”
Mirell took a slow step back, her green eyes growing wider and wider. “No.. I juut though… you would like you eyes to be fixed.” She used a very bad choice of words. FIXED. The words stung. Hard.
He drew back and walked briskly down the hall and called over his shoulder, his now yellow eyes as hard as gems. “I’ve been delaying my leaving too long, I’m going.” He grabbed his stuff in a matter of minutes and quickly left, into the portal of another world. )
I shall not rest until I have a good bio! >=O
(Personality)
Different from most men, Dark Link enjoys teasing, both men and women. He’s always out for a laugh, even if it’s obtained cruelly, or making him look… strange. He’s not the talkative type, but will speak when needed. A superior smirk is always on his face, he knows he’s on the top, even if he’s just been beaten which he doesn’t take too lightly. He enjoys being challenged, usually by someone older. He’ll get close to a mentor, more in a brotherly way.
He doesn’t like being showed how to do something by someone who’s younger; he’d rather figure it out himself. He has a great dislikes for people not taking him for he is. He’s very headstrong but is kind-hearted for his friends. Usually a hard person to get along with because of his hotheaded personality, he’d get scarred all over again for his friends. Even though he seems to really care about them, he’s only out for himself in the long run.
Likes;
Learning fighting exploring and watching others.
Dislikes;
Not being accepted, teased, stupidity, someone not doing as they’re told.
{Background}
(After 3 years of being trained by Gannon, Dark Link raced off to find his foe; The Hero Of Time. His wait was fairly short- only two weeks thanks to a spy. He fought as hard and for as long as he could, but he lost- and lost a finger. During the battle, he was exposed to his Berserker Block for the first time. New to this disturbing sensation, he tried to force himself to quit- but couldn’t. He let out a yell and launched himself- face first at his blond haired foe. Taking the first action that he could, he tried to block the attack, but missed. The weapon. With a screech of pain, The black haired copy retreated back to the realm of darkness.
After hiding and nursing his wounds for a month or so, he reluctantly went back to the dark lord. Enraged by the fact he didn’t win and was a coward, the dark lord himself stabbed the boy in his left finger, dragging the blade up slowly until he hit a tendon, making him scream out in pain. In his fear, the Son Of No One lashed about, fighting tears and the pain maybe even his master himself. Disgusted by his cowardliness, Gannon uttered a curse as he continued to gash his former apprentices arm. When he could take it no longer, the boy flung himself into darkness.
For two years, he hid until news of Gannon’s death from demons that had shared the lair of shadows with him. Reluctantly, he crept out of the dark to see they were right. But to his dismay light had returned to his land. Not knowing where to go, he slipped away trying to find a home, and a life.
He set out to find himself a place to train, under the safety of the remaining shadows of the night. When he came to the portal of another portal, he meet a witch who's name was Mirell. Her kind grin seemed to send Dark Link into a easy setting, and he instantly trusted her. For about a month, he forgot about his desperate escape and felt happy staying on the border of portals. Mirell and him never pushed one another about their pasts, but one day she finally asked; "What happened to you hands?" her green eyes glistened with worry as she took his thumb-less hand. He gently pulled back and explained what happened to both of his arms.
That night, he pondered as he listened to explosions coming from her chemistry lab and small puffs of exotic colored smoke wormed their way into his nose. He finally drifted into an uneasy sleep, the sight of pinks, greens, blues and reds zipping in his mind. He woke with a start, feeling a jolt though the floorboard. "Mirell?!" he yelled, throwing open the metal door to her lab- a place he had never been before.
Pots bubbled, fires danced, shadows flickered; they once were friendly but now... They hung alien-like to him in the corners. He slipped nimbly around her odd collection of things, until he came to see her, crimson red hair frizzing out.
It was a great site her green eyes like emeralds, and her light red hair sticking out from electricity. The only thing he could gasp out between laughs was; "Are you a good witch- or a bad witch?"
With a chuckle she handed him a ivy green potion, bubbling with heat. Reluctantly, he pressed it to his lips and squinted his eyes shut. The concoction slowly and sticky fell down his throat, making him want to gag. The smell of it made his eyes water slightly, then when it was all gone but the aftertaste, his head filled with a deep purple color. He clutched his forehead and stumbled to bed. The next morning, he his eyes flickered open and he slipped out of his room to see Mirell. She bounded down the hall as he approached, her eyes flashing with joy. “It worked!” she yelled, waving her arms in excitement. “It really worked!” She dragged Dark Link to the bathroom, and proudly showed him the new and improved part of him; His eyes.
They were yellow. Mirell grinned, but it dissolved off her face as he looked coldly down at her. “What-is it?” she asked softly, looking alarmed.
Gently, he placed a hand under her chin and asked softly, with a hint of anger in his voice. “You didn’t like me for who I was? What I looked like?” He pulled his hand away and continued. “You thought I was flawed?”
Mirell took a slow step back, her green eyes growing wider and wider. “No.. I juut though… you would like you eyes to be fixed.” She used a very bad choice of words. FIXED. The words stung. Hard.
He drew back and walked briskly down the hall and called over his shoulder, his now yellow eyes as hard as gems. “I’ve been delaying my leaving too long, I’m going.” He grabbed his stuff in a matter of minutes and quickly left, into the portal of another world. )
I shall not rest until I have a good bio! >=O
