KNIGHTINGALE, thaddeus {Allie}

[THADDEUS KNIGHTINGALE]

Thaddeus Brom Knightingale

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CLASSIFIED INFORMATION[/color]
"And your name is... oh, dear." -Nuala. [/color]

»»FULL NAME:[/b] Thaddeus Brom Knightingale
»»AGE:[/b] Thaddeus is an Ancient, his age has been forgotten ever since the Humans tampered with his body.
»»OCCUPATION:[/b] Ex Elven Scout
»»FACTION:[/b] Magical realm
»»SPECIES : [/b] Alter Elf
»»ALIGNMENT:[/b] Evil
»»CLASSIFICATION: [/b] Ancient




THE DETAILS[/color]
"Give it up nasty, we can see you." -Hellboy. [/color]

»»EYE COLOR:[/b] Silver/Icey blue.
»»HAIR COLOR:[/b] Black
»»HEIGHT:[/b] 5’9”
»»PLAY BY:[/b] Rick Mora

»»APPEARANCE: [/b]

The Closest a Human could Identify with Thaddeus would indeed be a Native American, he had broad shoulders and a tall proud Stature. He rarely wears a shirt though he will at some times. Mostly because his skin is extra sensitive to touch so certain fabrics annoy him and aggravate this man even more then he already is.
His skin is the color of copper, and his face is usually in a stern scowl. He may look brainless but watch out he is quite intelligent. He loves to wear boots but tries his best to keep away from manmade objects. He has man scars on strange places in his body. Two beside each hip bone from when the humans searched his body. A giant burn mark like the shape of the sun when they injected some fun acids into his skin. A faint X on his shoulder blade where the so called scientist marked him as his cattle.
His hands are rough and callused from constant training and work, the rest of his skin is soft though He constantly smells of earth and spices. His hair is often down, but when he is working he likes to keep it half up so it would not get into his face while he worked.



»»PERSONALITY: [/b]


Thaddeus is not that hard to understand like most War hardened men are not hard to contiplate. Thaddeus used to be a warm hearted go lucky Scout till his encounter with Mankind. Now he is hardened and does not let himself feel anything but hate and anger towards Mankind itself. He is the type that would rather be hung by the toes then bow to a human being.
He is an intelligent man all the same, His natural curiosity allows him to read whatever he gets his hands on which gives him the chance to understand his surroundings. He understands and can read or speak Gaelic, English, Elvish and Egyptian. Though try and speak Spanish to him he will most likely think you are mocking him and he would kill you. Or atleast leave you with a sense of Pain pulsing all over your Body.

He is a Loyal soldier still even though all these years have passed, if King Balor or Prince Nuada ask him to jump of a bridge. He would have to calculate the purpose first but then he would do it. Princess Nuala is a different story, though he respects the Princess. He finds a women’s call on war is to empathetic, they have more purpose in healing the wounded and keeping eye on their people then On war calls. Even though that sounds Sexist remind you he has no siblings to remember or even a mother.

On his secretive soft side, he loves Animals He finds that animals are more understanding to the value of life then humans were. Now losing the interest in Life’s Value, you will find him rescuing a rat then a human child (if that was his choice.) his personality put easy, and angry Ignorant but strong man whom was man made himself to Hate them.


THE BACKGROUND[/color]
"I'm not a baby, I'm a tumor." -Tumor. [/color]

»»FAMILY TREE:[/b] This memory was lost along with other Memories while man kind experimenter on him.
»»IDOLS:[/b] The only one he looks up to now would be Prince Nuada, he feels a connection with the man he knows in legends then any other person he has come across.


»»HISTORY: [/b]

Once Thaddeus served under the Elven Army, a talented Scout for the Fae.During a scouting session him and his team were attacked. Many were beaten to death while Thaddeus was captured by the Human warriors. when he came too he found himself strapped down on a wooden table with Chains and Leather. While still conscious that cut into his skin, forced experimental drugs. The Humans seemed to find joy studying and Experimenting on this Scouts Body.

Like most wars, Camps move to where the battle is needed. Thaddeus had been ; left behind as the Human Warriors left there camp and moved on tot he next battle field. He was weak at first but soon found his strength and escapes the holds of the chain and leather bindings. He did not have to return to battle for shortly after the treaty was complete. He grew angry at his own kind but it did not last, instead his anger grew on humans. Though there experiments heightened his sense of hearing, smell, and eye sight. because of these senses he had higher reflexes, but the touch of certain objects would hurt him more then a normal fae.

Thaddeus Vowed then, that he would take down Humanity as soon as an opportunity presented itself. Knowing of his prince he chose to wait till fate chose to have the two meet. Then and Only then would he take the steps needed to destroy Mankind and anyone who steps in his way. Once the last human falls will his inner soul rest in peace. For Hatred can fuel a man till the deed he wishes to achieve is done. so he turned his back on the world and disappeared from the eyes of the Fae.

Feeling like he had failed in the first place he did not return to the Fae court. so he settled himself in a place in the troll Market, an old friend of his fathers owns a Herb shop and in the very back of the shop is a curtain and behind this curtain is a carefully carved wooden round door which if opened shows a cave like chamber where Thaddeus resides. the walls are littered with wood carvings and old weapons on shelves. Thaddeus found himself in hiding, and while he did so he discovered a talent he did not know he had, he had an artistic talent for wood. So between studying and training he takes his time carving wood. This keeps him from going mental as most out casts do when they do not have contact with the outside world for awhile. Lately however, he has been venturing out in the troll market. Hoping to meet the prince and dawn the day of the beginning of the end for humanity.



THE PLAYER[/color]
"I can't smile without you...." -Abe & Hellboy. [/color]

»»YOUR NAME:[/b] Alaina Elizabeth (Allie)
»»GENDER:[/b] female
»»AGE:[/b] 19
»»TITLE:[/b] The Raven’s serpant.

»»POST SAMPLE:[/b]

The streets were still, Much more still then it had been any night before in this city. She lived in the Apartments where not many wandered at night, for it was all she could afford on her salary for a waitress was not paid much. Her slender hand ran across the petals of A dieing flower in the only window of her Apartment, it was draped with dark linens that had once been an old sheet. Holes littered the curtain letting the flickering lights of the streets through into her ill furnished room. Only an old sofa and a Crate which served as a coffee table sat at the right of her living room. An old TV with a broken screen sitting on yet another crate sat on the other side of the room. However this bare room did not bother this women much. Her attention was never on her Materials, but on her worth of living and recently that began to waver. She reminded herself of this dying flower that now released it’s petal in her hand. Soon it would fade into dust and not even the earth would remember it’s beautiful worth.

Recently she had been remembering her dreams, Haunting figures loomed over her as she Sat in a library of stone and shelves of books that stretched across the whole room. A face was never seen, and the words of the dark voice was not remembered. Each morning she would awake in fear and in silent tears, or awake in a place she knew she had not last slept. Her world was spinning and she needed someone or something to stand it still, or she would not be able to control her sane mind any longer. That day she expects to come every breath she takes. She turns from the flower letting the pale petal fall to the ground. She slips off her pale blue shirt and her jeans as she now slid on her large shirt and boxer shorts slipping into a pile of blankets she called her bed. And laid her head down on a mountain of stuffed Animals that she had carried with her since she was a child. These animals were her pillow and she would not trade them for the softest pillow in the world. She lay in the bed playing with the fabric in her hands watching how the creases and folds changed as her fingers laced around the fabric. She was restless tonight, the world around her seemed to enter her mind and she could not shove them away, it was as if the world settled in her mind to tell her its sorrows and concerns. She had enough to worry about then the worlds problems, however she would not even push the world away if it needed her.

She finally figured that she was not going to be able to sleep tonight, so she bit her lip and tossed the blankets from her pale body and pushed herself up and on her feet. Instead of pulling on those jeans she grabbed a grey dress pulling off her clothing and slipped on the sun dress. She grabbed a sweater to put over her dress and stuck on some 20 dollar walmart boots and walked out her door. She was careful to lock the door behind her as she ran a hand throw the tangled mess of blond hair that sat on top of her head. she let out a sigh as she stuffed those keys in her sweater pocket and turned around walking down the hall and out the door to take a smooth walk outside to tire her body and ignore her mind.

The side walks were pretty empty, she hugged herself as she did not much like the nippiness of night. She had not checked the time before she left that might have been a good Idea. she shoved that thought away as she took a stick while walking by the cemetery's iron gates, letting the stick clink rhythmically on the Iron. her eyes were still on the grown and her posture unsure. Poor Eleen just wanted her mind to rest and her body to sleep.

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