So... This is my second Zero, and probably the last one I'll make, I already have a bamillion characters from Ann's headworld |D So meet Luucas! The lying, cheating, manipulative little bugger! He's been in the works for a while now, started off green with diamonds on his back, then he turned burnt orange, and then I had a dream where there was a cool ass design and BOOM Mr. Sex.
I'll keep blabbering on his human ref!
Rp Sample: It had taken him almost an hour to get out of that damned tank, it had been frustrating seeing the other things running past to freedom, even those smaller and weaker had stumbled past, not one of them paying attention to him and his weak efforts to break free. But when he had finally scrambled free, the relief, ohhh the relief of being able to stretch his limbs and neck! He followed the trail of destruction, caused by something much, much bigger than any of the measly things he had seen scurry past, following the mess up and out of a building. Several more moments of running with no direction, he hurtled out onto a busy street. Crashing into several people, he scrabbled about, trying to get a grip on the rough surface, tossing his head about and forcing people to scatter, lest they be impaled by his curving horns. He bolted, senses overwhelmed with the strange sights, sounds and smells. He had no idea where he was, or what was going on, cars and other vehicles zipped by, high above his head between towering buildings of glass and steel. Running down the street, his sides itched and bubbled, before a pair of giant wings burst from his sides. With a couple of beats, he was aloft, and flapping frantically between the buildings, trying to regain any sense of where he was and what had happened. He flew for an hour or so, the sun beginning to set behind the thick smog of clouds, angling downwards he landed with an undignified flop into an alley. Wings folded tightly against his side, head low and sniffing for food, he was absolutely ravenous. All he knew was that he hadn’t eaten. Ever. And that he needed to find food to keep his energy up. A large metal box to the side of the alley smelled strongly of something and he wasted no time in climbing half into it, back legs barely reaching the ground, head shoved into the mess of things in the dumpster. There was food! He shovelled it into his mouth, chewing hungrily and eating as much as he could manage. It wasn’t long before there was no more edible stuff, and he drew his head back, feeling his horns catch on something, he yanked, hoping to free them, but felt no release from the constraints. Instantly, he panicked, yanking and twisting about trying to free himself, huge wings flaring and beating frantically, hitting the side of the dumpster and knocking wooden crates over. He thrashed about, rolling around, tossing his head and snarling loudly. He couldn’t even see what had trapped him, as his gold and red eyes rolled frantically in their sockets. With each thrash and roll, the trap got tighter, but panic was dictating his actions. He had only just got free of the tank, and now he was trapped, half in the metal dumpster, half hanging out, wings splayed hoping to scare off anything that might choose to attack him. He flopped down, head on top of the dumpster, one back leg and his tail hanging out, wings covering half the alley. Thoroughly worn out from his attempts to free himself.
He is....so cool. o.o I love black and red together, also those horns are like pure long, pointy, sexy. And to add to it he is a spiffy dresser, I like that in a man.
And omg men in suits. Ugh. Just. Ugh ;A;
And douche. But we don't mention that.
I love him rose!!!