Name:Karazule
Nicknames:Kar, Karan
Hated Nicknames:Karrie Kara, Zulee, KarKar
Age:50
Former Name:Ticky
Race:Demon
Rank Classification:Imp
Sex:Male
S\O:Heterosexual (Straight)
Personality:Spiteful, vile, sadistic, sinister, are all very reasonably things to call this little imp. He cares little for others, and will gladly take your head if it benefits him. He is very devious, and in one moment can seem perfectly happy with you, portraying no intentions of turning on you, but snapping at you in an instant. He holds many grudges, and is not quick to forgive, though he can appear to be so, if he thinks it will help him. However when he is doing so he is merely biding his time... waiting for the right moment to attack, to get his revenge. He hates seeing happy pairs, and will do his best to torment them, taking sadistic joy in watching them break apart.
Story:Kar was once mortal, at the time he was a fox. He had lived a simple life, known then as Ticky. He had made his home in a abandoned shrine. He lived a content life, a happy life. He was a kind hearted fox at the time, though he could be rash at times. Young, only a year old. His life changed in one morning, as he was plunged into a battle he had no business being a part of. A young vixen was running from and angered wolf, she had apparently been caught hunting in it's pack's lands. She ran into Ticky's den, tripping over the fox, and waking him. He snapped at her, not being a morning person... or enjoying being crushed while asleep. The fae had run out of the den, frightened by the fox, not thinking the den had residence. She was beset upon by the brute in her blind fear. Ticky debated for a moment, and then attacked the brute, knowing better then to think he could kill the beast, however he hoped to distract it long enough for the vixen to flee. The vixen ran away initially, however as Ticky was leading the wolf away from his den, the vixen apparently felt some sort of guilt, what it was that drew her back the fox did not know. However he remembered seeing the wolf's jaws slam shut on the vixen's throat, Ticky had seen a large, scab of some sorts around the brute's neck, and lunged for it, causing the brute to release the vixen, who limped off. He clamped his jaws shut, tearing at the weakened skin, reopening the wound, and widening it. The brute tried desperately to get the fox off, but was unable to, it's struggling only helping Ticky to tear at the brute's neck, until the warm blood came pouring into Ticky's mouth from the brute's severed jugular. After the brute had fallen limp, Ticky went over to the vixen, and brought her back to his den, working quickly to seal the wounds, and stop the bleeding. The vixen had lost much blood, and was bleeding out over the leaves inside the den that the fox used for bedding. She died as he rushed about, trying desperately to save her, however he did not succeed, and the vixen died in his grasps. He stood there, replying the scene as he held the vixen, unsure what to do then. He slowly began to drag her corpse out of his den, to bury her, thinking he could at least do that, seeing as he failed to save her. He dug a hole beside his den, and placed the vixen's body inside it, a force he could not comprehend at the time slammed him to the ground, scaring the daylights out of him, he snarled and lunged at the air... however nothing he could see as there. The vixen had returned, as a ghost... enraged at Ticky for failing in his task, she attacked the brute, muttering low curses that carried in the wind. In her anger she struck the fox dead... As Ticky replayed the short day over in his head he began to regret helping the vixen, seeing as if he had not he would not be dead, a hatred for her began to well inside him. A hatred that grew, and morphed him. Thoughts of revenge, of watching the vixen suffer welled inside him. His master, one of the cerberus of the underworld found this anger, and brought the brute back, as a demon, one of his minions. It was then Ticky was cast aside, and made room for Karazule. Who, though low in stature at the moment, is working hard at cementing his stature in the underworld, his devious mind knowing what connections to form, and who to stab in the back later on. Throughout all the pain, and torture that he went though, 'rehabilitation' the demons called it, the hatred for the vixen grew, and his thoughts of revenge with them.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
No, I have not died.... I am still very much in the business of role playing, and creating characters, however many of them are simply not, Feral Heart material. I am however thinking of posting some of them, they are anthro's though... furry I think most people call them, most of them are simply characters I made to RP with my gf. So, I'ma ask you all, do you want me to post my furry characters on the forums?
