amok (əˈmʌk; əˈmɒk) or amuck
n.
1. a state of murderous frenzy, originally observed among Malays
adv.
2. run amok to run about with or as if with a frenzied desire to kill
from Malay amoq - furious assault
"We should never try to deny the beast."
Meet Amok. A pure blood young man who appears
to be twenty-two. He's a proud warrior of Eternal Darkness.
to be twenty-two. He's a proud warrior of Eternal Darkness.
Despite his name, Amok isn't someone who'd attack recklessly and without reason. However, he's easily provoked, so it won't take much for him to shift to his dark side. Yes, Amok surely has darkness within him and although it's undefined at first sight, it's presence is easily sensed. He's wild, aggressive and mad. The type one'd usually defined as a "lunatic", or a "mad scientist". The "yang" of Amok, on the other hand, is intelligent and skillful, and knows how to use his acuity well. He is always quiet, not necessarily silent, but he considers his words before speaking, and talks very softly, especially when involved in major arguments.
There is a normal, more human side of him though - the one that likes calligraphy, the artistic soul that reads and writes poetry, and on occasion mutters it under his breath.
As a human, Amok has a lithe body with gently toned but strong muscles on his arms and a very toned torso. His skin tone is cool, a bit paler than most skin colours of a Caucasian, but very healthy and gets acne/pimples very rarely, unlike most adolescent people. He has big pretty eyes of piercingly blue shades - probably his most alluring attribute. Amok is a guy of coal black hair that is as smooth as silk. Occasionally brushed, though usually in a sort of bedhead fashion. He's as touchy about his hair as every other guy. He prefers wearing cloth of cool colours, graphic t-shirts and skinny jeans. As for shoes, he wont be seen in anything other than skate-shoes, martens and converse.
When the wolf of Amok comes out, it is above-average in build, possesses a strong jaw and big paws, allowing him more stability, which makes a perk in combat, as well as his lighter bones. When it comes to being fit, Amok isn't the ''buffest'' wolf around but he has quite well toned muscles and despite being thinner than your usual wolf, they do show and make him more appealing. His fur is of a peculiar silver colour, long and really soft, and his vibrant blue eyes are present in this form too - combine that and you get a wolf that's impossible to mix up with someone else. However his fur tends to get dirty quite easily, and will often be seen dusty or even bloody. He has a few scars here and there, and a scraped ears.
W.I.P
Hours. Hours, hours, hours. Nothingness; Zero's thoughts were swiftly going through his mind like a fast-forwarding slideshow. They'd usually be productive, very intellectual and interesting. But no, not this time. This time they were just words, almost meaningless.
The teenager has been sitting crouched directly in front of a widely open window aimlessly for hours. Foggy sunrises and cold winter mornings aren't something Zero enjoyed to say the least, but they were melancholic, and so was he at the moment. He thought about what was it that made this morning bring a cloak of depression with it. The answer was obvious, and he soon came to a conclusion. It's because he has slept only once that night.
Zero is a guy of weird habits, one of them being he always sleeps in two sessions during the night. But this time he was working late, and didn't bother to go to bed again once he woke up the first time. He looked through the window, observing all the passengers; an occasional stray neko and all the humans that had to go to work this early. Suddenly, his cell phone lit up. "So you've got one of those pets now, isn't that right?" read the sms he received. The message was right, two days ago Zero acquired a companion, a neko named Chikako, and they were still in the process of getting to know each other. He didn't bother answering it though, instead he just got up to make tea. After all, Chikako will wake up and appear any minute now, he thought.
Consciousness found its way to Hattie slowly, her mind a swirling blur coming into focus. Her body felt heavy as she tried to collect her scattered thoughts that she could not seem to place, which bothered her until she came more to her senses. Her eyelids fluttered open as she gazed out onto what she quickly registered as unfamiliar territory. The ground beneath her wasn't something that she recognized, though as her eyes scanned the area in her still groggy state, she deduced they were in some type of forest. But it didn't feel too right. Hattie noticed her pack members in the same situation as she, though Fleur was still asleep. Or sedated. Hattie wasn't completely sure. But what happened before all of this?
The memory came back to Hattie as she remembered simply walking along, then a sudden jerk up and the squares of a net blocking her line of sight. The feeling of entrapment and great unease wove its way into her system and only intensified as people donning lab coats stepped forward, filling syringes with clear liquid. Hattie had been trying to find a way to get free when a scientist had injected the substance into her. All of a sudden, black. She couldn't recall anything from there until now.
Back to the current time, Hattie rubbed her eyes and rolled over, propping herself up into a sitting position. At times like this, she knew she had to keep her head about her, and she did a good job in doing so. "Hey guys," she said softly with a tiny rasp to her just-now-gotten-up voice. She cleared her throat and gave a small, almost undetectable wave. Hattie supposed that Theo had gotten a bit of a run-down on the place already. "Theo, you have any intel on what's happening?" she asked.
Notes;;
-sorry for any errors made, i had a sleepless night ;-;
-the history part should be done within the next 24 hours, i just have no inspiration and trying to make it up right now is making my brain explode, again, 'twas a sleep deprived night xD
-please tell me if the form should be changed. i like adding my own twist to things, so i changed the formatting a bit, but made sure all the necessary things are still there. ^^
-face claim is andy biersack c:
There is a normal, more human side of him though - the one that likes calligraphy, the artistic soul that reads and writes poetry, and on occasion mutters it under his breath.
As a human, Amok has a lithe body with gently toned but strong muscles on his arms and a very toned torso. His skin tone is cool, a bit paler than most skin colours of a Caucasian, but very healthy and gets acne/pimples very rarely, unlike most adolescent people. He has big pretty eyes of piercingly blue shades - probably his most alluring attribute. Amok is a guy of coal black hair that is as smooth as silk. Occasionally brushed, though usually in a sort of bedhead fashion. He's as touchy about his hair as every other guy. He prefers wearing cloth of cool colours, graphic t-shirts and skinny jeans. As for shoes, he wont be seen in anything other than skate-shoes, martens and converse.
When the wolf of Amok comes out, it is above-average in build, possesses a strong jaw and big paws, allowing him more stability, which makes a perk in combat, as well as his lighter bones. When it comes to being fit, Amok isn't the ''buffest'' wolf around but he has quite well toned muscles and despite being thinner than your usual wolf, they do show and make him more appealing. His fur is of a peculiar silver colour, long and really soft, and his vibrant blue eyes are present in this form too - combine that and you get a wolf that's impossible to mix up with someone else. However his fur tends to get dirty quite easily, and will often be seen dusty or even bloody. He has a few scars here and there, and a scraped ears.
W.I.P
Hours. Hours, hours, hours. Nothingness; Zero's thoughts were swiftly going through his mind like a fast-forwarding slideshow. They'd usually be productive, very intellectual and interesting. But no, not this time. This time they were just words, almost meaningless.
The teenager has been sitting crouched directly in front of a widely open window aimlessly for hours. Foggy sunrises and cold winter mornings aren't something Zero enjoyed to say the least, but they were melancholic, and so was he at the moment. He thought about what was it that made this morning bring a cloak of depression with it. The answer was obvious, and he soon came to a conclusion. It's because he has slept only once that night.
Zero is a guy of weird habits, one of them being he always sleeps in two sessions during the night. But this time he was working late, and didn't bother to go to bed again once he woke up the first time. He looked through the window, observing all the passengers; an occasional stray neko and all the humans that had to go to work this early. Suddenly, his cell phone lit up. "So you've got one of those pets now, isn't that right?" read the sms he received. The message was right, two days ago Zero acquired a companion, a neko named Chikako, and they were still in the process of getting to know each other. He didn't bother answering it though, instead he just got up to make tea. After all, Chikako will wake up and appear any minute now, he thought.
Consciousness found its way to Hattie slowly, her mind a swirling blur coming into focus. Her body felt heavy as she tried to collect her scattered thoughts that she could not seem to place, which bothered her until she came more to her senses. Her eyelids fluttered open as she gazed out onto what she quickly registered as unfamiliar territory. The ground beneath her wasn't something that she recognized, though as her eyes scanned the area in her still groggy state, she deduced they were in some type of forest. But it didn't feel too right. Hattie noticed her pack members in the same situation as she, though Fleur was still asleep. Or sedated. Hattie wasn't completely sure. But what happened before all of this?
The memory came back to Hattie as she remembered simply walking along, then a sudden jerk up and the squares of a net blocking her line of sight. The feeling of entrapment and great unease wove its way into her system and only intensified as people donning lab coats stepped forward, filling syringes with clear liquid. Hattie had been trying to find a way to get free when a scientist had injected the substance into her. All of a sudden, black. She couldn't recall anything from there until now.
Back to the current time, Hattie rubbed her eyes and rolled over, propping herself up into a sitting position. At times like this, she knew she had to keep her head about her, and she did a good job in doing so. "Hey guys," she said softly with a tiny rasp to her just-now-gotten-up voice. She cleared her throat and gave a small, almost undetectable wave. Hattie supposed that Theo had gotten a bit of a run-down on the place already. "Theo, you have any intel on what's happening?" she asked.
Notes;;
-sorry for any errors made, i had a sleepless night ;-;
-the history part should be done within the next 24 hours, i just have no inspiration and trying to make it up right now is making my brain explode, again, 'twas a sleep deprived night xD
-please tell me if the form should be changed. i like adding my own twist to things, so i changed the formatting a bit, but made sure all the necessary things are still there. ^^
-face claim is andy biersack c: