Post by mavrick on Dec 30, 2006 23:57:37 GMT -5
Name: Falron Mavrick
Gender: Male
Race: Dragonite
Corner Preferance: fire please
Age: 23
Description: Falron is a young dragonite with short black hair which matches the hue of his scales while in his dragon form. His eyes nearly resemble that of a cat’s with yellow irises which transition gradually into a light blue around his pupils. Like the dragon, Falron sports an almost elongated face. He possesses a slender, yet strong physique natural to the dragonite race considering their dragon forms. There is a strong family resemblance throughout the Mavrick line. This young dragonite belongs to one of the latest generations of the Mavrick family along with his twin brother who also is a military man. Neither brother has a child nor a family of their own to protect, which is understandable considering they are babies by the dragonite standard of life. Meanwhile in his dragon form, Falron holds a certain luster to his black scales. A line of rigs follows the path of his spine. Webbing between two cartilage spikes form his ears on either side of his head. His hearing is acute able to pick up most whispers within a three kilometer radius while his eyesight is nearly just as good when an uninterrupted view is available. The dragon’s body is lean and slender; he is a dragon made for speed on land just like cousins of water and air are made for their respective elements.
Personality: Conceited and immature, Falron Mavrick still makes for a good soldier. He is well-trained and follows orders to a tee without question. Falron possesses no compassion for his enemies and often finds enjoyment in the suffering of other and the annihilation of other civilizations. Even as a citizen, this young dragonite is ruthless and merciless – the perfect soldier and the perfect murderer in one.
Powers/Skills: Aside from the natural skills of acute hearing, eyesight, and speed, Falron Mavrick holds the distinct power of breathing fire while in his dragon form as well as a great strength. His fire, as well as his twin’s, is of a blue hue because of the heat at which it burns. Most his power except for the fire breath transfers between dragon and humanoid; however, he does have a greater tolerance of heat while in his humanoid form because of the dragon’s fire power. Unfortunately, despite his power while in each form, there is a moment of vulnerability during the transition between forms. During the transformation either way, Falron becomes completely vulnerable to any outside attack. Statistics has shown that most dragonite kin die in battle mid-transformation. Their lifeless corpses lie racked with pain stuck forever in time between forms and those dragonite soldiers who are lucky enough to escape from the mid-stream attack often times do not possess the power to do much more damage to their enemies and will rarely attempt another transformation on the battle field until they are completely healed.
Sample Post:
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
Gender: Male
Race: Dragonite
Corner Preferance: fire please
Age: 23
Description: Falron is a young dragonite with short black hair which matches the hue of his scales while in his dragon form. His eyes nearly resemble that of a cat’s with yellow irises which transition gradually into a light blue around his pupils. Like the dragon, Falron sports an almost elongated face. He possesses a slender, yet strong physique natural to the dragonite race considering their dragon forms. There is a strong family resemblance throughout the Mavrick line. This young dragonite belongs to one of the latest generations of the Mavrick family along with his twin brother who also is a military man. Neither brother has a child nor a family of their own to protect, which is understandable considering they are babies by the dragonite standard of life. Meanwhile in his dragon form, Falron holds a certain luster to his black scales. A line of rigs follows the path of his spine. Webbing between two cartilage spikes form his ears on either side of his head. His hearing is acute able to pick up most whispers within a three kilometer radius while his eyesight is nearly just as good when an uninterrupted view is available. The dragon’s body is lean and slender; he is a dragon made for speed on land just like cousins of water and air are made for their respective elements.
Personality: Conceited and immature, Falron Mavrick still makes for a good soldier. He is well-trained and follows orders to a tee without question. Falron possesses no compassion for his enemies and often finds enjoyment in the suffering of other and the annihilation of other civilizations. Even as a citizen, this young dragonite is ruthless and merciless – the perfect soldier and the perfect murderer in one.
Powers/Skills: Aside from the natural skills of acute hearing, eyesight, and speed, Falron Mavrick holds the distinct power of breathing fire while in his dragon form as well as a great strength. His fire, as well as his twin’s, is of a blue hue because of the heat at which it burns. Most his power except for the fire breath transfers between dragon and humanoid; however, he does have a greater tolerance of heat while in his humanoid form because of the dragon’s fire power. Unfortunately, despite his power while in each form, there is a moment of vulnerability during the transition between forms. During the transformation either way, Falron becomes completely vulnerable to any outside attack. Statistics has shown that most dragonite kin die in battle mid-transformation. Their lifeless corpses lie racked with pain stuck forever in time between forms and those dragonite soldiers who are lucky enough to escape from the mid-stream attack often times do not possess the power to do much more damage to their enemies and will rarely attempt another transformation on the battle field until they are completely healed.
Sample Post:
Walking through the ashes of both comrade and enemy alike, dragon with black scales shimmering in the noon-time sun admired the damage and sulked in his boredom. He disrespectfully kicked a fallen and blackened soldier away from the burnt remnants of a hut to the remains of what could have been the village well. Talons already covered in the blood of men added to the blood shed as they tore through the corpse. Under the man’s shield, the dragon found one more interesting factor in the village’s destruction.
Shifting quickly back into the black-crowned young soldier’s humanoid form, Falron ripped a makeshift doll from the cold fingers of what looked to be a six or seven year old girl who now lays lifelessly curled into a ball. Angrily, the soldier threw the doll with all the force of a dragon at a wall of one of the few standing huts. Instantly it crumbled under the power to reveal yet another interesting result – a young boy of about ten years. He scrambled quickly out of the dust to what used to be his father near the well. Soon a horrible blood-thirsty smirk finds its way to the surface of the elongated visage. Weight shifted and immediately after the soldier’s slender form makes its way to the surviving boy.
“Attack the village. Leave none standing. Leave none alive. For treason against the nation, this is their punishment. No mercy is necessary,” Falron Mavrick recited his commander’s orders verbatim. With the distance closed between him and the boy, the loyal servant of the nation squatted to look the boy directly in his clear, innocent, terrified eyes. “I’m sorry, kid, but those are my orders… but wait a moment…” In a flash of blinding speed, the sword left its sheath, both entered and exited the boy’s tender neck, and returned to its home. Falron stood just as a thud off to his left sounded in the dust of the fallen village. “… No, I’m not.”
Footsteps echoed in the silence behind Mavrick.
“Disgusting. I’m so bored. They did not even give us a good fight, sir. Those ‘men’ were too worried about these stupid brats to even come close to winning.” He gestured quickly back to the decapitated young form. “Forgive me for saying so, sir, and questioning the commander’s judgment, but next time they should just send a few good men to proceed with the execution rather than an entire troop complete with its own idiots.” His voice possessed a certain poison towards the whole situation. Mavrick turned ready to return home to the city.
Shifting quickly back into the black-crowned young soldier’s humanoid form, Falron ripped a makeshift doll from the cold fingers of what looked to be a six or seven year old girl who now lays lifelessly curled into a ball. Angrily, the soldier threw the doll with all the force of a dragon at a wall of one of the few standing huts. Instantly it crumbled under the power to reveal yet another interesting result – a young boy of about ten years. He scrambled quickly out of the dust to what used to be his father near the well. Soon a horrible blood-thirsty smirk finds its way to the surface of the elongated visage. Weight shifted and immediately after the soldier’s slender form makes its way to the surviving boy.
“Attack the village. Leave none standing. Leave none alive. For treason against the nation, this is their punishment. No mercy is necessary,” Falron Mavrick recited his commander’s orders verbatim. With the distance closed between him and the boy, the loyal servant of the nation squatted to look the boy directly in his clear, innocent, terrified eyes. “I’m sorry, kid, but those are my orders… but wait a moment…” In a flash of blinding speed, the sword left its sheath, both entered and exited the boy’s tender neck, and returned to its home. Falron stood just as a thud off to his left sounded in the dust of the fallen village. “… No, I’m not.”
Footsteps echoed in the silence behind Mavrick.
“Disgusting. I’m so bored. They did not even give us a good fight, sir. Those ‘men’ were too worried about these stupid brats to even come close to winning.” He gestured quickly back to the decapitated young form. “Forgive me for saying so, sir, and questioning the commander’s judgment, but next time they should just send a few good men to proceed with the execution rather than an entire troop complete with its own idiots.” His voice possessed a certain poison towards the whole situation. Mavrick turned ready to return home to the city.
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
Should we be worried? ;D Oh well, have fun.
