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this world will never be what i expected
and if I don't belong who would have guessed it
i will not leave alone everything that i own
to make you feel like it's not too late



Name: Zharko

Gender:Male

Appearance: Zharko is approximately 6’2”. He has dark brown hair with bright blue eyes. His jaw is well sculpted and he has a well formed six-pack. He is your traditional pretty-boy. Most consider him an attractive guy. But don’t be deceived.

Defects: None

Age: 25

Personality: On the outside, Zharko seems like a genuine guy. Don’t be deceived. He has a habit of taking advantage of women and men alike. There is just something about him that draws people in. He can be deceitful and lure in his prey or he can be the bad boy all girls/guys fall for. Whatever the method, he makes them believe that he has fallen for them. He gives them hot sex, all the romance they need, or whatever the hell it takes for them to fall for him. And then…he ditches them without a trace. And if you aren’t that lucky, He will make your life a living hell. He isn’t afraid to rape, beat, or otherwise torture you into submission. Watch out. On top of all that, he has a sour temper when he wants to and tends to be difficult to get along with…especially around other dominant individuals.

History: His history is unknown. He doesn’t remember what he was like before coming to Shaman or how he got here. He simply woke up on the beaches of the cove.

Anything Else: Nada.

OOC Name: Zombie

Sample Post

He was like a lion stalking his prey. With slow and steady steps he walked down the main alley, watching with keen vision at all that was around him. The slightest sound sent his senses in motion. With an easy movement, he looked to his right to see a local whore as she shot up heroin. To his right was another but this time, she was busy working. With a sick smile, the demon stalked the woman talking on her phone at the end of the alley. With each step he took, the darkness took over him. By the time he was in grasping distance, his smile was more of a smirk. Hands grabbed her body, one around her waist and the other clasping over her lips to muffle her cries for help. Pulling her into a small crevice in the alleyway, he had his way with her, claiming her virginity as his own and then leaving her in a heap on the concrete surrounded by her own blood.

It was then that he left the alley, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked. Pulling out a cigarette, he lit up and began to relish the sweet toxin. The smoke filled his lungs and he heaved a heavy sigh of satisfaction. With his lustful needs finally met, he would be able to continue on about his evening as if nothing had ever taken place. That was the plus side to being an animal like himself. He had no sense of right or wrong. He just did what his body told him to. When he needed to fuck, he fucked. When he needed to piss, he pissed. When he needed to beat the shit out of something, he did. That was just who he was.

But there was also a darker side to him, a side that was more monstrous than what he had just done to the poor woman. This was a side to him that preyed on young women, showing them that they were loved and special. And just when they gave him everything, it would take nothing but a simple moment of time for him to ruin their very lives. He would murder someone close to them, leave them asking why, and sometimes, he would leave them lifeless (both emotionally and physically). You see, Zharko was someone to be feared and loathed. He was the kind of monster that hid under the bed at night. He was the boogyman who stole children away. Everything about him was rotten to the core. And yet, as he walked away from the scene of the woman crying out for help, he couldn’t help but smile.