Post by Kyzer on May 23, 2009 9:25:20 GMT -5
I ARE HUMAN TOO. =D
Brother to Sypral by adoption. ( www.underworldempires.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=profiles&action=display&thread=133 )
Acarius is a crafty, mischevious, and eccentric character that is perhaps too wily for his own good. He normally just follows his brother Sypral around because of his strange belief that it will help him pick up chicks. No, not women, baby chickens. He has a penchant for constructing things that include feathers; donnable wings, feather pillows, feathery slippers, etcetera.
Yeah, he's a weirdo, but he's sort of a genius, in a sense. Unfortunately, that sense is so incognably nonsensical that it cannot be explained without a zebra and two buttered rolls readily at my disposal.
"But, the tiny chicken feathers are the best!" - Acarius
He's two years younger than Sypral, has green eyes with hints of brown, and is taller and ganglier. With his wings equipped (augmented by the cheerful yellow of baby chicken feathers), he often bears a striking resemblance to an angel with a wooden harness around his chest.
A freakin' wierdo angel, but still an angel.
He wears wooden armor, suprisingly not prone to splintering, and he uses blades strapped to his calves as weapons when flying.
When not flying, he usually refuses to fight, but can kick and backhand like a friggin' maniac. He laughs a lot, too.
Oddly, his laughing and hopping about and overall excessive joy seems to irritate demons (and some humans) to the point that they'd rather just gouge their eyes out or send him packing than keep trying to kill him. Seven imps, and two grunts have committed suicide to escape the bubbly joy and goodwill of the infuriatingly evasive Acarius rather than keep wasting their attacks on him.
Brother to Sypral by adoption. ( www.underworldempires.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=profiles&action=display&thread=133 )
Acarius is a crafty, mischevious, and eccentric character that is perhaps too wily for his own good. He normally just follows his brother Sypral around because of his strange belief that it will help him pick up chicks. No, not women, baby chickens. He has a penchant for constructing things that include feathers; donnable wings, feather pillows, feathery slippers, etcetera.
Yeah, he's a weirdo, but he's sort of a genius, in a sense. Unfortunately, that sense is so incognably nonsensical that it cannot be explained without a zebra and two buttered rolls readily at my disposal.
"But, the tiny chicken feathers are the best!" - Acarius
He's two years younger than Sypral, has green eyes with hints of brown, and is taller and ganglier. With his wings equipped (augmented by the cheerful yellow of baby chicken feathers), he often bears a striking resemblance to an angel with a wooden harness around his chest.
A freakin' wierdo angel, but still an angel.
He wears wooden armor, suprisingly not prone to splintering, and he uses blades strapped to his calves as weapons when flying.
When not flying, he usually refuses to fight, but can kick and backhand like a friggin' maniac. He laughs a lot, too.
Oddly, his laughing and hopping about and overall excessive joy seems to irritate demons (and some humans) to the point that they'd rather just gouge their eyes out or send him packing than keep trying to kill him. Seven imps, and two grunts have committed suicide to escape the bubbly joy and goodwill of the infuriatingly evasive Acarius rather than keep wasting their attacks on him.