Omen
Arrogant - Brazen - Honorable
Glory comes at a hefty price...
Pet Name: Omen
Owner: Scarlet
Theme / Type: Inferno belragoth
Born: January 2, 2012
Gender: Male
Collection: 4
MisticPal Name: Saint
MisticPal Age: 4820 Days
The prince that ran away...
Hit Points: 15 / 15
Strength: 18
Defense: 0
Speed: 11
Intellect: 16
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1155 [ View Foods ]
I was willing to give up everything for it.
o-men (n) /omen/ -
1. An event regarded as a portent of good or evil
2. Prophetic significance
;~; Thanks so much to ze Fox (WhiteFoxFire) for the PSC to get me back from foster! Created by me--to be poppeted belragoth.
{ Intro to come soon! Profile being re-worked. }
It was in cold and dark December
So filled with thoughts he can't remember
When they placed this passion, a burning ember;
The idea that there was no surrender
He walked until he was numb with cold
And lived a life of glory untold
While denying the omen that was foretold--
Such a heavy burden for one not yet old
He was king of the horses, the banners, the gun
The gold on his jacket and name overdone
Nothing but confidence; of fears he had none
But beneath the facade? He wished they would run
It wasn't his own loss of life that he feared
But rather for those that had volunteered
Other young boys among whom he was revered
Fate would write their names on tombstones quite clear
But his wasn't the order--he was bound by the code
So they charged into battle as the cock crowed
And met gunshots, bombs, and blades as it snowed
While they watched the world around them explode
A sudden yell from the leader, voice laced with dread
The order to run; that they had been mislead
In defiance he saved soldiers his old orders left for dead
But when this young man died not a tear was shed
With a hand on his chest he fell to the floor
Deathly still in the frost--he was a traitor, they swore!
And so this story of a dead boy who was a hero before
Surely shows us that nothing good ever comes of war.
Poem by me.
The Fallen Hero
Name: Zune Pendragon
Pronounced: Zoon Pen-dragon
Aliases: Omen
Gender: Male
Species: Dragon
Age: Looks 22
SO: Straight
Status: Single - How badly the past hurts a guarded heart...
Rank/Duty: War Leader of the Resistance - The person behind it's success
Allegiance: Resistance
Joined the War: Due to a rather complicated set of events involving his brother.
Dragon (True) Form:
Humanoid Form:
Mentally: Sane
Essence: Fire and Heat
Theme Song: Hurt - Christina Aguilera
Strengths and Abilities:
Soon
Weaknesses:
Soon.
Attitude:
Soon.
Other:
Soon
Those Who Will Never Know my Secret
Those the Fighting has Yet to Touch
*laughs* Ah, well best of luck to you with that. Just know that if you do decide to fight me I would find it quite the noble calling to kill the devil's daughter, especially since she has allied herself with my evil brother.
I really do wish that I could help you...I'm just...I'm not that person you used to know anymore. I'm sorry.
If lost, return me to Scarlet!
Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes and see you looking back
I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself
By hurting you
What a pathetic excuse for a hero...
| Mars says So, what do you do anyways? To fill your time? You obviously don't socialize. *Mars grins, walking closer to Omen until she's right beside him* Maybe you read? Are you one of those people who read all day, and their brain is so filled with knowledge, it could explode? How does the dragon-ness work, anyway? Do you transform? Do you get wings? I wish I had wings. I do love flying. The closest I can get to actually flying is planes. *Mars lets out a wistful sigh, then looks at Omen, hopeful for an answer to at least one question* |
| Mars says Mmmhmm, *Mars said, in a slightly bored tone,* I get it. You want me to go away so you can drown in your own unpleasantness until you die, is that right? Or maybe I'm wrong. *Mars examined the flame in his hand with interest.* So, was I right, about the dragonness, or is that some cheap trick? |
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Mars says Mmmmhmm. *Mars hums, stepping fully into the room, her green eyes flickering strangely in the light. At the moment, these eyes were narrowed in a slightly annoyed ex |
| Mars says *Mars lets out a sigh. After thinking for a minute, she speaks again.* Okay then. I guess if I was taught, I'd never have much time for reading anyway. *Her green eyes gazes at the man thoughtfully* what is your name? mine is Rose. All my friends call me Mars, but not all people who call me Mars are my friends. So, which one will you be? Or would you like to wait to decide? *She lets out a small laugh.* |
| Mars says *Oh, I have my ways,* Mars grins mischievously, her brown curls bouncing, *Ah might also be a bit insane, but you know what? being insane is fun.* Her slightly accented voice is sweet, and dances about the room. She swings her legs down from the window sill she was sitting on. *What is that scroll?* She examines the writing, not understanding a word of it. Her eyes narrow, trying to read. * ...Ah can't read,* She finally admits after standing there for a while. *Can you teach me?* |
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...and changed his name to disappear...
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