<center><link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Slabo+27px|Cinzel' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="width:500px; background-color: #171a22; box-shadow: 0px 0px 30px #000000;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/bSP9mTL.jpg"><div style="font-family: 'Slabo 27px', serif; color: #605f66; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; padding-left: 35px; padding-top: 12px; padding-bottom:10px; line-height: 15pt; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic;">There's none so blind as those who will not listen.</div><div style="padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 35px; font-family: 'Slabo 27px', serif; font-size: 13.2px; color: #d3d3d3; text-align: justify; line-height: 110%; letter-spacing: 1px;">
Like always, he is late.
He had been late getting his own life started, only starting to live one he had been set free. And the world, he had only gotten to see her after years, where most other saw it on their first day. Late had been his arrival in this new Beqanna and last but not least, he was late for the Halloween party.
By the time he arrives the physical change had already happened. He carries himself with confident, powerful strides, chest puffed out and muscles moving under his skin. Where once his neck and head had been, was now a human male’s torso and head.
The horse part of his body still gray, but Brynmor was no longer the weak thing he had become after losing his sight. Trained and strong, and the torso was no different. Well defined abs, strong arms and broad shoulders. His hair is pitch black again, like hit coat when he had been a boy. His eyes blue, like the time with Missy during her challenge, yet they aren’t to be seen. A black blindfold hides them. Nevertheless, Brynmor doesn’t have trouble navigating around.
He is stronger than before, faster too. His hearing is as sensitive as ever, the lack of sight had trained his other senses beyond normal standards. But this, the change, even made it better. Just as it made it stronger.
The biggest change is the one of heart. His face – or the part that is visible – carries a grim expression. The love and friendship he had once carried in his heart, now gone. Simply because his new task doesn’t allow him to have such feelings. They would only obstruct and stand in the way of his new task.
One he carries out with the Death Scythe he holds in his hands.
</div><div style="width: 430px; border-bottom: 1px solid #605f66; margin-top: 5px;"></div><div style="font-family: 'Cinzel', serif; font-size: 55pt; color: #605f66; letter-spacing: 6px; word-spacing: 4px; line-height: 40pt; padding-top: 30px; margin-left: 30pt; margin-right: 30pt; text-shadow: 2px 2px 8px #3a3a46;">BRYNMOR</div><br></div></center>
OOC:
303 words.
Brynmor has turned into a centaur reaper, carrying a Death Scythe. He doesn’t have his sight anymore (hence the blindfold), but is perfectly able to move around without bumping into things or lose tracks, sensing the living things around him. As a result of becoming a reaper, he is no longer able to love or care.
In order to be 'the reaper' he has supernatural strenght, speed and senses (except for sight), in order to be able to catch up / finish those he's send to reap.
Like always, he is late.
He had been late getting his own life started, only starting to live one he had been set free. And the world, he had only gotten to see her after years, where most other saw it on their first day. Late had been his arrival in this new Beqanna and last but not least, he was late for the Halloween party.
By the time he arrives the physical change had already happened. He carries himself with confident, powerful strides, chest puffed out and muscles moving under his skin. Where once his neck and head had been, was now a human male’s torso and head.
The horse part of his body still gray, but Brynmor was no longer the weak thing he had become after losing his sight. Trained and strong, and the torso was no different. Well defined abs, strong arms and broad shoulders. His hair is pitch black again, like hit coat when he had been a boy. His eyes blue, like the time with Missy during her challenge, yet they aren’t to be seen. A black blindfold hides them. Nevertheless, Brynmor doesn’t have trouble navigating around.
He is stronger than before, faster too. His hearing is as sensitive as ever, the lack of sight had trained his other senses beyond normal standards. But this, the change, even made it better. Just as it made it stronger.
The biggest change is the one of heart. His face – or the part that is visible – carries a grim expression. The love and friendship he had once carried in his heart, now gone. Simply because his new task doesn’t allow him to have such feelings. They would only obstruct and stand in the way of his new task.
One he carries out with the Death Scythe he holds in his hands.
</div><div style="width: 430px; border-bottom: 1px solid #605f66; margin-top: 5px;"></div><div style="font-family: 'Cinzel', serif; font-size: 55pt; color: #605f66; letter-spacing: 6px; word-spacing: 4px; line-height: 40pt; padding-top: 30px; margin-left: 30pt; margin-right: 30pt; text-shadow: 2px 2px 8px #3a3a46;">BRYNMOR</div><br></div></center>
OOC:
303 words.
Brynmor has turned into a centaur reaper, carrying a Death Scythe. He doesn’t have his sight anymore (hence the blindfold), but is perfectly able to move around without bumping into things or lose tracks, sensing the living things around him. As a result of becoming a reaper, he is no longer able to love or care.
In order to be 'the reaper' he has supernatural strenght, speed and senses (except for sight), in order to be able to catch up / finish those he's send to reap.