The Stranger

[MojaveRattler]

_{Tick tock goes the clock
And what now shall we play?
Tick tock goes the clock
Now summer's gone away?}

Name: Ketsueki Iguru
or, Krnve

Nickname: Stranger

Age: 5250( but he is by far older or so they say )

Birthday: It matters not my friend

Gender: I am male

Height: I stand approximately five ten

Weight: This matters how?

Seme or Uke: I have been both

Sexual Orientation: My sexuality is not a question that entirely deserves a answer

Relationship Status: Single.. at the time

Ethnicity: Hmm... perhaps ask me later?

Race: Black Dog

(( the truth, he is a Immortal, he can imitate any race, has more memories than he cares to admit.. but it takes time to learn a form, longer than one may think.. a immortal has powers.. magic you could say, elemental powers he has learned.. he is old... but he rarely shows knowledge of these things.. he is not perfect, and those who know him learn of flaws... through his own words, his actions, or from things that just happen.. he is truly very old... ))

Pet: I have had many a friend

Occupation: I do not have one

_{Tick tock goes the clock
And what then shall we see?
Tick tock until the day
That thou shalt marry me}

Build: Small, tone, curve, thin, almost delicate in some aspects

Hair: Long, uneven black

Eyes: Sometimes red.. sometimes black, can mix into the two

Casual Clothing: eh...

Work Clothing: What I please

Identifying Marks: Many scars

Overall Appearance: You can see me, can you not?

_{Tick tock goes the clock
And all the years they fly
Tick tock and all too soon
You and I must die}

Likes: I enjoy the nature of many things. Company, though at times I would rather be alone.. it be most of the time. A good walk, rain is pleasant enough when it is not freezing. A nice home cooked meal is better than a stop at the Tavern or Inns that pepper this world. Animals, they are always great for company. Sweet things and the smell of the flowers during the spring or the winter. Fall, such a lovely and peaceful time. Children are pleasant and can be great amusement when one looks at it in that manner. The family that I have cared for and provided for though they do not all know it. Come now, meet me... bring drinks or smokes and a long talk we can share.

Dislikes: What I like and dislike may change from the ages that I have lived. Life after so long can grow tiring. It changes often but years and years it takes, changes are not over night unless a long war is in the process for one never knows what the following may bring. Horrors, it brings horrors war does, death and suicide, how pitiful.

Fears: What I fear is none of your concern young one.

Goals: The same goes for this, now on with this.

Self Esteem Level: It is well.

Skills/Strengths: They matter only to what I have adapted to. I am a rogue, my skills and strengths will follow that. My race gives benefit as well but, this matters not. I am also a good cook if I do say so myself.

Weaknesses: Hmm... well I have plenty of things wrong with me.

Personality:

I am told that I often speak in a monotone, it grows tiring to those who listen or so I am told. I am both a teacher and a mild resident as I do not often linger. When I linger I teach, I do assure others to know that I will not be here long. I am always interested in meeting someone I have to yet come across. Races, these things do not matter to me. I hold no grudge against a race though, at times I say I hold one against the process of living itself. If you do wish to know me, I suggest you search, you may never find me unless I so desire. I do admit, I am not one to enjoy another's company so well, it is well enough but I quickly grow tired of others. However, I am told I am good in the bed, good as a lover when I desire. Now, lets move on to something else, we shall return to this at a later date. Meeting me, is the greatest and most accurate way in which you can judge my personality as you say.

_{Tick tock goes the clock
We laughed at fate and mourned her
Tick tock goes the clock
Even for the Stranger}

Parents/Guardians: ...

Siblings: Afraid not dear friend

Spouse/Significant Other: Mother of child: Rose Marion Tyler
Companions: Donna Noble, Martha Jones, Amy(Amelia) Pond and Rory

Child/Children: Jenny Tyler, Melody(not really his)

Place of birth: Matters not

Tick tock goes the clock, he cradled her, he rocked her, tick tock goes the clock, till Melody kills the Stranger.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder of some but weary of another. I have traveled these woods for years to come, I tire of these places and these sights I see. Go away, you are a mere tantrum that I must solve but have no desire to work with. So around you I will go, this way than that. My bow is in my hand and my knife is always at my side. Years may pass but, I do not intend to ever return to that place that is so... Hmm, perhaps the story should go on and I should be silent for a time... the Rangers will not leave, trust me my friend, you have thirty seconds to live.


The night grew dark, the moon was full and its liquid gaze burned down in silver rays. Bats flew and crickets sang as the gentle plodding of hooves and feet met the dusty ground. Rocks caused a few skids but none were seriously harmed. Man and beast was traveling through the night. Silver armor was glinting in the last of the moons fading light. Laughter and deep chortles could be heard, dogs parked and mothers chided their young children. "Shush now child, leave that beast be and lets go on." Mothers were always chiding, saying this or that and seemed to ruin the young ones play. A baby cried in the distance, one man merely looked the babies way. Slowly a smile formed on his tired lips, gaze gave nothing away but kindness was evident. The young maiden with the nights hair smiled and laughed nervously as she rocked her baby into silence. With no questions asked the man went over, a gentle hand he laid on the woman's shoulder. Kind words he did speak and his deed was remembered. "You" the young woman had then said, "I know your voice" she was in shock, a mere child and teen she had been when last they had met. Her mother told stories but, the aging woman had never believed her.

This man she had found, a man her mother told tales about, the man was still living and air still rushed in those lungs. Blood still flowed through the veins in his body, heart still beat with strength and weariness. "Yes my dear, now shush, I can hold your babe, you deserve a rest" the woman had shook her head but insisted. Taking the babe into his arms the woman's weary ones fell to her side. "Thank you good sir" she whispered in a slight pant. Gazing at him, she missed him and now he was here, only a thought she had, had and here he stands before her.. how is this possible? Smiling that knowing smile he walked at her side and carried her babe. Soundly the child slept and he kept walking, the babe let out a little yawn. The night waned and the dawn came and with the dawn came breakfast, he sat and ate with her. A kiss he bestowed on her cheek.. with that he was gone...

Years passed and he never returned till the ages were changing and she was old. The man came to her side once more, a gentle rapping at her door. Hobbling on over she opened it and shock tore words away from her. "My good and beautiful lady, how has yours day been?" The woman was stunned to see him once more. A father her son now was and he came and stood there in shock. The mans wife was there as well with a baby now in her arms. "You" said, the old woman who embarrassed in him in all the feeble strength she still had left. "Shh, did you think I would never stop by before you die?" With a cackling laughter the woman kissed his cheek and sighed softly, "I do believe it has been long, my son was but a babe when last I saw you." The stranger nodded and with a smile, "Gifts I bring for your son and his babes" he said, then the son did speak, "Where?"

With a smirk, "The Bank, I left pounds of money for you, rich you shall now be. A good education your family can have, much food and wine to share, laughter's to come, and never shall you run out, I supplied your mother, your mother before then, and now you and your generation to come." The old woman smiled, "Good sir, why do you do this?" With a smile the stranger kneeled down, "Your family is mine, though I be not related by blood. Your happiness is mine, your pride, your joy, your achievements, your family, I wish to care for and to see grow and flourish. I am yours and you are mine, I am always here, not seen but forever near." With that the man stood, "Years will come and years shall wane, I am never far at hand. For, help shall always be given to those who ask."

"Wait!" The family did cry but, the strangers back was turned and he only lifted a hand and waved, a unseen smile was on his lips as he did walk on his way. The old woman later died, the father and mother grew old and the children married and had their own. Money was never an issue but, the family did wonder what had become of the mysterious stranger. Questions were asked, help was needed and it somehow was always given. The stranger visited but never stayed more than a night and a day. Not once did he speak words of love, he only spoke when he was addressed or, knew that something must be said. Silence was often his company, prints he never left it he sand, mud, anything.. there was never a sign that he had been there besides, the things that he would leave.

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Time had flied, and sadly things were running for him. He sat there knowing that he would die soon, he knew this, but know one knew how. All that time he would just smile, he seemed so happy, and so sad at the time. If he was asked he always said, "I'm fine" and yet everyone knew, everyone that loved him, met him, they knew something was wrong. For this man, he always said he was fine, some said it must be some sort of code that meant, 'I'm really not fine, perhaps I'm afraid'. Yet not a soul could prove it, could prove that something was very wrong with him... why was he so sad? How, how did he know he would die. "I must not miss this appointment" he would say, but he always... well, he vanished when no one was looking, no one knew.. no one ever. Where he ran off to, he ran off without a sound, without a person noticing, he would just vanish as if he suddenly just... was gone, like he had never really been there. "I promise", he would make so many promises, he seemed to keep them, though there was one promise he said he regretted, there was promise he made to someone, but no one knows what it was, perhaps he promised he would never leave, perhaps he promised he would never die. Perhaps that is why he still lives, perhaps he keeps going no matter how hard, no matter how hard it is for him. When asked about this he would just smile, "I promised, I promised him" was all he really ever said, when asked, 'did you promise silly' he would say yes, 'like what you'd never die?', he would often just smile, nod a bit and walk away. Now this likely meant he did, and yet he says his time is running out, and he says it calmly, so calmly it is rather disturbing. The Stranger vanished one day.... no one saw him for awhile, and then a black dog was seen on the outskirts of some woods, laying there.. just laying, eyes falling shut like he was starting to fall asleep.. then the dog shifted, to a human form.. the stranger.. just rolled over on his back, stared up at the sky and smiled sadly, like he knew something, something that no one else knew. Then he closed his eyes, he whispered something, no one knows what it was. What ever it was, perhaps no one will ever really know.... It is saddening really, but perhaps he wants to die... perhaps he just wants everything to stop, to be still... for silence to fall..... as if a question had been asked... Perhaps he says he does not know what the question was, that he will always be asking, because he does know, because he truly knows.. and the question is not for him to ask.. Perhaps it is for you to ask him.... perhaps he wants to.. just go... just sleep.. sleep a eternal sleep.... Then why does he seem to love? To try to save everyone? Well, is not that a wonderful question.

^{tick tock}

^{He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing.... the fury of the Stranger... and when we discovered why. Why this Stranger, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden. He was being kind.. He wrapped my father in unbreakable chains forged in the heart of a dwarf star. He tricked my mother into the event horizon of a collapsing Galaxy. To be imprisoned there... forever. He still visits my sister, once a year, every year. I wonder if one day he might forgive her.. but there she is. Can you see? He trapped her inside a mirror. Every mirror. If ever you look at your reflection and see something move behind you just for a second, that's her. that's always her. As for me, I was suspended in time and the Stranger put me to work standing over the fields of England as their protector. we wanted to live forever. So the Stranger made sure we did.}

_{"tick tock goes the clock
He cradled her and he rocked her
Tick tock goes the clock
Even for the Stranger...."}

Coat, blacker than night, this doesn't gleam in the moonlight like a coat of a living dog. Sometimes white, spotted, yellow or brown.

Eyes, some report eyes glowing of evil; others tell of terrible, empty black pits. Though mostly they are blood-red.

Claws, these spring viciously from huge paws that make no sound as the monster lopes along. The paws also leave no prints, even in the softest soil.

Mouth, the teeth are hideously long and sharp, and foul saliva reeking of sulfur may drool from the beast's jaws.

And lets not forget its strength and agility, both of which are great.
appear out of nowhere suddenly and have been known to vanish in a blink of an eye.


Despite their name, these creatures are not necessarily black, as there have been reports of them being white, spotted, yellow and even brown. Sometimes, though very rarely, there are reports of Cerberean Black Dogs – meaning they have two or three heads. The Hellhound’s canine teeth are often described as being longer than average, and, to many people, seem to be grinning at some hidden knowledge, rather like a canine Cheshire Cat. Black Dogs may be benevolent; they may be malicious; or they may be neither.

More often than not, if you leave a Black Dog alone, it will not bother you; but if you attempt to harm one, the consequences are dire. Black Dogs can inflict frightful wounds that may prove fatal. Indeed, in much folklore that describes these creatures, to see one is portent of death, though there have been purported instances of Black Dogs guiding lost travelers to safety.

Black Dogs are also associated with fire – specifically, the flames surrounding the hound, and the presence of scorched earth and/or claw marks burned into wood or metal left in the beast’s wake.

if one happened to see the hellhound three times, he or she will die an abrupt and unseen death.

hell hounds have the ability to shadow travel, the ability to travel through shadows.
First Form:

Like the second one you shall see but with fur as black as night. Exactly like the description that I gave on RANDOM INFO. Similar but slightly different than the next... and final form.

Second Form:

also note that this picture... I touched it up to my own liking. The original is not like this.

^{This is the Stranger's darkest hour. He'll rise higher than ever before, then fall so much further. This is the day he finds out who I am.
Night will fall and drown the sun, when a good man goes to war.
Friendship dies and true love lies, night will fall and the dark will rise...when a good man goes to war}

[Nerdy]

c: Hey it Krnve ;D

[MojaveRattler]

yep XD lol as I said babe can start here to XD

[Nerdy]

c: your moving here?

[MojaveRattler]

well that is the plan it seems

[Nerdy]

c: oh. o -o I'm gonna be on both sites.

[MojaveRattler]

that works well enough to

[Nerdy]

xD Im terrible at multi-tasking.