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[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/2cdah3r.jpg] GAUNTLET TITAN FIVE xxx xxx A stone-cold killer with nothing to do is the worst kind of boredom. An armor plated gladiator, many times victorious, is the one who is seen. His attire of a chrome-crafted plate straps onto his corpse like a well-worn comrade. With deception this barrier does work though, and it does well to not fall into the pit. The lord's tapestry fakes a pale, bloodless contour. In true actuality, this cloak is of a finer, more glorious silver content without the presence of dulling white nor black. The soldier's guard is just the front-lines of defense, while underneath lies the cannons bristling. Gauntlet sports a foundation dignified in, not only size and bulk, but proportion and craftiness as well. Slim, limber appendages allow him a towering grip upon most others, though not all, and excessive muscular presence knots the sinewy chords into thick structures of raw power. Rugged, uncontrolled appearance provides him a crazed exterior, which radiates a not-so-far off honesty. Unkempt strands twist out of their own accord, and whatever debris that happens to be in the area tends to become entangled in his coat. Flaws are rampant amongst the knight, and he welcomes each and every with distorted affection. Patches of flesh absent, putrid scathing, and ground claws are simply a few of the contortions, while others make themselves the more distinguished of their master's collection. Multiple gouges corrupt the hellion's facial expanse - some more defined than their counterparts. Two such jagged markings have inscribed their insignia around the boy's right, metallic eye and have lively, fresh features to them. Another holds placement along the port-side of Gauntlet's muzzle, though short and hard to discern. Perched atop of the king's skull is a similar tattoo, though less noticeable due to the thickness of the plume on its level - it is one of more serious defects. Still, there are other such scabs that linger upon his being that can only be spotted by keen eyes that dare to be in such close perimeter to renegade that spots his next targets with glittering enthusiasm. Matching windows of a sterling image bore out from the ignoble's skull and threaten the world with ridiculous confidence screaming out from their colorless depths - colorless being the key term, for instead of livid diversity littering his sights, Gauntlet only see dull, bland shades. This scourge is caused by a permanent colorblind that maims the duke's capability very little, for he still studies all with a vulgar intent. When mind rules body, then what happens when the mind plays no part. Insanity at its finest, or so it can sometimes be. This boy's bizarreness, however, is not your everyday, run-of-the-mill instability, but something properly characterized as an entirely new type of mental illness itself. The meaning of that is by far too unclear. So, allow me to offer you some insight. The basics always strive to be at the start, and so they are. Digging only slightly beneath the surface, little will be found of true depth of the creature Gauntlet. His is masculine, abnormally out-going, and in all words the very definition of normal. This is contradicted by the lower sectors which dive deeper in false hopes of understanding the titan's intricate workings. The foremost thing noticed about the chromatic count is the unsettling grin that plasters itself so finely upon his drawn back lips. Immediately, it could be seen that this is no expression of sincere humor or jovial entertainment, but a sickening sign of wicked amusement that originated from some godforsaken land of hell, and it is most likely caused by thoughts about your truly. Absolutely, he thinks about most individuals personally. Direct images of them slide through his haphazard head, mostly likely in the form of how he would handle the current moment in his instinctive manner - instincts perhaps meaning how he would go about gradually dispatching each and every layer of flesh from that warm corpse of yours. Yet, that is only his imagination running wild again. Though apparently demented, Gauntlet is capable of humane contact; it's whether or not he chooses to be civil that is the issue. He does not believe in packs, leaders, gods, or any line of command, society, or organization. Gauntlet's faith is in virtually nothing but himself and his own existence, and even those are questionable. So without any deterrence to his preferred lifestyle, the punk does literally as he pleases with no thought at all to the consequences that might arise of his actions. This leads him to commit such things that are viewed as complete and utter monstrosities to supposedly 'domestic' wolves. The mercenary fights for the hell of it, kills when he can, and gorges upon leftover canine meet when the opportunity arises - a slightly cannibalistic nature for him, but not a fully developed abomination in the indifferent gaze of Gauntlet since his only desire is for a carcass let to rot and deteriorate while the wolf slowly withers away. Among some of the jock's not-so-common habits are random outbursts of putrid song, questions tossed at others that he obligates no answers from, unexpected moments of pure aggression, and an anxiety act of gnawing on his tail. Combine all of these traits that should not be combined, and you have the silver-laden lad of Gauntlet. Delving deeper into the titan though is highly unnecessary, seeing that merely being in contact with the varg would give you an overdose of an undesired toxin. x x x physical short Silver fur and a tall, somewhat masculine structure. Muscled and capable, very good technique and capability. Wild fur appearance, twisted every which way and extremely dirty with black areas of rotten flesh and missing fur, other stuff tangled until it also. Extremely scarred, especially on his face which has many major ones. Many others cover his body and are easily visible to the wandering eye. Blaring gray eyes that match his metallic coat and pop out and are usually very obvious in their emotion. persona short Slightly insane, does random things, politely cruel, envisions killing wolves in sick ways, over-friendly and falsely outgoing. Can be civil, chooses not too, does not believe in any type of order (leaders, gods, packs, society) and puts his faith in himself, but sometimes questions his own existence. That leads him to be complete uncaring of consequence, he does whatever the hell he wants. Slightly cannibalistic, and extremely anarchist and nihilistic. theme Anarchy in the UK -- Sex Pistols

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Gaunt <3 I loooooooooooove his image so much.

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