Bitez Nibbleton - Unowned

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Nyfebite

Bitez Nibbleton - Unowned

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Slave Form


Basic Information

Full Name: Bites Nibbleton

Nickname: 'Nibbles'

Name on Identification:Bites

Age:85

Gender:Male

Species:Undead

Sub Species/Breed:Golem


Physical Appearance

Body Type: Tall (7' 5'') and hulking (285 Lbs.)his upper body wide with heavy arms and hefty hands, slimming at the waist some though leading to powerful legs and large feet.

Physical Details: Hair is ragged and oily, most of it fallen out except for long random chunks, the color black and often sticky with muck. Eyes are more like empty sockets though green iris glow eerily within them, unless when at rest eyes going empty and dark. Skin is male and riddled with tears some stitched and others healed over in ragged, ugly scars. The end of his finger tips have ripped away, sharpening his large finger bones into proper 'talons' , lower jaw has also shed it's flesh those jaws reshaped, holding sharp teat, the sight of tongue slurping withing corded muscle.

Physical Markings:Countless scars and stitches from wounds and reshaping work.

Physical Drawbacks: Doesn't know when to stop, despite damage inflicted....

Current Infliction(s): None is as 'healthy' as it can be

Physical Defenses:strong fossil-like bones and thick skin, lack of pain receptors making him very stubborn.

Appealing Attributes: I would think exotic....

Clothing:Large black trench coat, hanging down to his feat, those tucked into large black boots, ragged shirt on his chest and a thick metal collar around his neck, a tag hanging from it that held his name and space for a owners name.

Other Items:None


Behavior

Feral or Cultured:Semi Feral Semi Cultured

Phobias: Fire

Disorders:

How do they present themselves: Doesn't move much unless needed, more like a dog than anything else.

Feelings towards being owned / rented: None, passive. DOes at it is commanded

Overall Attitude: Subservient if not a bit 'rough' at times

Quirks: Can get 'playful'

Hobbies / Interests: Eating...Rough Housing....Eating...

High or Low Maintenance:Low in terms of care, being dead does that.

Diet / Allergies: Meat, will eat any kind but it is better for him to eat TRUE flesh or at least a creatures grey matter. Though the beast will never turn down meat, often rushing to meals greedily.


Abilities

Language(s) Spoken: English

Can they Read / Write: No

Can your character produce magic: No

Talents / Skills:Other than being durable he can regenerate while eating, using the flesh devoured to repair himself.

Training:Trained more like a guard dog than anything else. (I would love to have him fight in the arenas but the whole system is kinda confusing for me. If someone could put it into 'zombie terms' for me ^-^;)


Other

Previous Owners: Unknown

Previous Usage(s): Thoughts are that he is from some ritual, enslaving the dead for service but it is unknown.

Previous status:

For Rent or to Own: Own

Cost: 200 Gold


OOC Info/Notes

Availability:

What are you looking for in a slave / slaver Role play: Whatever I can get I suppose, a zombie cant be choosy but I am looking for development for 'ole Bites so that's all I can really ask for. Be it as some mutt or maybe in a pit tearing something up....

What are your allowances for your character: No consent

Long Term/Short Term: I would rather long term


General Information

Character Description: The smell of dead flesh surrounded this one, eyes staring blankly out, thick skull wrapped up in strap and a muzzle over his jaws, strings of drool dripping down onto the floor as the beast stood there. The beast was undead, a eater of flesh but proper measures had been made. His massive hands bound by heavy metal shackles, legs also locked up with small but powerful chains keeping legs together. The massive creature was quite the sigh, standing there in almost bored stance like a dog in the corner the sight of red dripping tongue sliding through the muzzle at times and eyes staring at seemingly nothing, flexing claws as it sat and waited to be owned and commanded once more.

Website: None

Images: None Draw me?

Contact Details:

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