Ancient Crescent:
your avi is very intimidating and almost like some
sort of god
I like how it's turned around, mysterious ~
he looks like a tribe leader, who's powerful and strong
ZeroXander:
Bewal, was the leader of a pack of vicious warriors.These warriors would charge into countless villages, pillage any or all supplies and killing all witness. Although he was an horrific beast on the blood-soaked battlefields, Bewal had a caring, soft side that was only shown to his own.
Olympia-Aurion:
Bewal's feathers stirred and his golden fangs shone as he gripped his spear tight. Today would not be the day of the sacrifice, he decided in quiet determination. Not even Quetzalcoatl could stop him.
Kid_Eldritch:
Dressed in the armor of the great god Quetzalcoatl, Bewal looked towards the distance fearing what would come, and looking back at what had happened. Tenoche, his brother had fancied himself the reincarnation of Tezcatlipoca and set forth his mad plan of conquest. As much as Bewal would have liked to have stayed out of it his goons had raided his home and taken his love, leaving only one word written in blood on his wall: ‘titlacauan’, “we are his slaves”.
“Today then”, Bewal thought to himself, “I shall be a liberator”.
The Marajuana:
Bewal awoke with feathers all around, his spear and shield looked as if they were hurled across the room. He stood as fast as he could, only to find out that it was saturday. He let out a battle cry and gathered up his weapons for today's beatings.
BrizaDaermon:
He was covered in feathers like a dinosaur, powerful and floofy. When threatened he would puff them up; scaring off those who dared to challenge him. They were the perfect way to attract mate; and he had many.
latias1236:
You hear a rustling in the rainforest and are suddenly face to face with vibrant red plumage and an ancient golden mask. You can't help but feel uneasy at the sight of this masked man who is holding an enameled spear a few inches from your face. To your surprise, the man lowers his spear and almost seems at ease; who knew someone so intimidating could be so benevolent?
The Number Thirteen:
The majestic Mayan warrior stood atop the temple, observing the slow rise of the sun. He was clothed in the ceremonial war coverings of his family, worn only in times of great suffering. The warrior prayed to his gods that Fate would be on his side in his people's last stand against the white-skinned demons.
Snumachu:
Startled, you look up at the large mass in front of you. Seeing what seemed to be a beast, both daunting and yet- oddly mesmerizing, you can feel the vivid color of the beast puncture every ounce of your nerves. This was "Bewal; the great hero of the Lower Reaches; the armored bird of the South Shores," there was no doubt. The valiant aura whispered softly in the air.
Pharaoh Misa:
I don't think words can express how much I dislike your avatar. Mostly a few emoticons. emotion_donotwant emotion_puke mad
your avi is very intimidating and almost like some
sort of god
I like how it's turned around, mysterious ~
he looks like a tribe leader, who's powerful and strong
ZeroXander:
Bewal, was the leader of a pack of vicious warriors.These warriors would charge into countless villages, pillage any or all supplies and killing all witness. Although he was an horrific beast on the blood-soaked battlefields, Bewal had a caring, soft side that was only shown to his own.
Olympia-Aurion:
Bewal's feathers stirred and his golden fangs shone as he gripped his spear tight. Today would not be the day of the sacrifice, he decided in quiet determination. Not even Quetzalcoatl could stop him.
Kid_Eldritch:
Dressed in the armor of the great god Quetzalcoatl, Bewal looked towards the distance fearing what would come, and looking back at what had happened. Tenoche, his brother had fancied himself the reincarnation of Tezcatlipoca and set forth his mad plan of conquest. As much as Bewal would have liked to have stayed out of it his goons had raided his home and taken his love, leaving only one word written in blood on his wall: ‘titlacauan’, “we are his slaves”.
“Today then”, Bewal thought to himself, “I shall be a liberator”.
The Marajuana:
Bewal awoke with feathers all around, his spear and shield looked as if they were hurled across the room. He stood as fast as he could, only to find out that it was saturday. He let out a battle cry and gathered up his weapons for today's beatings.
BrizaDaermon:
He was covered in feathers like a dinosaur, powerful and floofy. When threatened he would puff them up; scaring off those who dared to challenge him. They were the perfect way to attract mate; and he had many.
latias1236:
You hear a rustling in the rainforest and are suddenly face to face with vibrant red plumage and an ancient golden mask. You can't help but feel uneasy at the sight of this masked man who is holding an enameled spear a few inches from your face. To your surprise, the man lowers his spear and almost seems at ease; who knew someone so intimidating could be so benevolent?
The Number Thirteen:
The majestic Mayan warrior stood atop the temple, observing the slow rise of the sun. He was clothed in the ceremonial war coverings of his family, worn only in times of great suffering. The warrior prayed to his gods that Fate would be on his side in his people's last stand against the white-skinned demons.
Snumachu:
Startled, you look up at the large mass in front of you. Seeing what seemed to be a beast, both daunting and yet- oddly mesmerizing, you can feel the vivid color of the beast puncture every ounce of your nerves. This was "Bewal; the great hero of the Lower Reaches; the armored bird of the South Shores," there was no doubt. The valiant aura whispered softly in the air.
Pharaoh Misa:
I don't think words can express how much I dislike your avatar. Mostly a few emoticons. emotion_donotwant emotion_puke mad
