Post by sweety on Mar 31, 2007 23:29:31 GMT -5
Name:
Raiden BlueFire
Gender:
female
Race:
dragon shifter ; her natural form and most common form is a growing dragoness. She can also manipulate other forms, but can really only shift and sustain simple human forms for periods of time at this stage of her magical developement.
Corner Preferance:
I'm thinking she's more earthen, atleast in mind.
Age:
77 years ; young in a dragon's age. She is still a growing adolescent and has only now begun to learn to fly.
Description:
She has the typical proportions of a growing adolescent. Her limbs are long, lanky, and overly slender--leaving room for the proper muscles and bulk to fill in as she grows. The frills that run down her spine and fan out at her tail are still small and thin--leaving much more room to grow and thicken into useful leathery fans that are necessary for skilled and proper flight. Her wings are sloppy and she has difficulty holding them close to her body as adult dragons do. The webbing is still paper thin, but has thickened enough with age for her to begin gliding from one height to another and flying miniciple amounts. Her teeth are new and her jaw brandishes a steely set of long needle-point canines that are deadly behind her powerful jowls.
Her body structure is very catlike, with an even top line from shoulder to flank. And she will retain a certain long-legged proportion to her in her adulthood that will give her speed and agility on the ground.
Her scales are a deep obsidian black and retain a stunning fish-like shine to them that makes her skin look like polished marble from a distance. These scales will harden and lose some of that lustruous sheen when she reaches adulthood. On the other hand, her fans and wings are a translucent white, laced with blackish thread which represents the dark rich red blood that crawls through her veins. She also sports a white stripe that runs along the side of her neck the entire length from the back of her jaw to the brunt of her shoulder. This vivid contrast is meant as a warning, depicting her as lethal (her saliva contains a corosive bacteria that eats away and infects open flesh and wounds). For protection she has a greyish-black plating that protects her underside, from her neck down to her chest.
As the youngin' that she is she rises only about 4 feet from foot to shoulder. When she matures she will reach a grand height of 9 feet from ground to shoulder and boast a glorious wingspan of 9o feet (45 ft per wing).
Personality:
She is full of spit-fire and rage. She is very wrathful and can form a grudge very easily as well as hold it till the day she dies. She can be very confrontational, and even with the people she likes, she finds herself constantly teasing, taunting, and expressing a dry sarcastic humor. She also has a distaste for humans and in some respects fears them, especially when they accumulate in large groups. This is partially due to her past, which may also have played a part in making her the wrathful little dragoness that she is. She is also very clostrophic and does not like to be encased or confined in any way, she can become very hostile when cornered and trapped. The only creature she respects or enjoys company with, are fellow dragons. But even to them, she is a hard pepper to handle and tolerate. She is a fighter and is known to start fights whether she believed she can win them or not--overall, she is just very confrontational and doesn't feel she owes anyone anything. Respect her.... and she might respect you, but I wouldn't count on it.
Now, granted she has wings, but for these first 77 years of her life, she has been nothing but earth bound, and because of this she has found security and her way of life in the soil. She owes most of her fortune and skill to Borran's given gifts and has found no support from Airos or her winds. The air only seems to scoff at her and neither comes to her call, or answers her beckon. She has forsaken the wind as only a tool to her desire to fly. Nothing more.
Skills:
As I've previously stated her mouth, specifically her saliva, plays host for a deadly parasite that she, herself, is immune to. Others however, will feel the bacteria's effects within hours of ingestion. The bacteria can be ingested through the mouth and through the skin by means of open wounds. When infected, this bacteria enters the bloodstream and attacks white blood cells as it's byproducts slowly decompose body cells, causing damage to tissues and organs while slowly destroying the immune system. If caught early, a skilled healer can use their magics to kill the bacteria and revitalise damaged tissue. However, if you leave the bacteria to it's works it can harm the body beyond repair. This bacteria is fast acting and reproduces at a speed that comes close to rivalling that of a virus.
Besides this physical advantage, she also has a special gift with the earth. With a beckon of her mind, she can make the crust rumble and toil beneath her. She can also become one with it, dissipating into it and becoming cloaked by it (invisible) if she stands perfectly still and clears her mind of all thoughts, emotions, and ideas; if her mind is not completely blank and her body not utterly still, this skill will not work. Also when she is in contact with it, she can sense an intruder's approach from hundreds of feet away. But, she must be in contact with the earth, else she knows nothing.
Sample Post:
Rai felt the chains pull tight against her fragile skin and she squealled with the only voice she had.
At birth, this had been her destined fate, and her mother... bound by slavery for so many years could do little to stop the mistreatment that they committed against the young dragonling. The soon to be black adolescent was born blue, and her eyes were the coldest shade of white that the men had ever seen in their captive--they prized themselves in their production of dragon shifters, the race they had ensloved several hundred years ago, before the end of the war.
Raiden's race had indeed been enslaved before the war had ended--once being a risen miscreant of wind... they were now demeaned and held down by the oppression of man. A gentle race, turned viscious in time. But it was a visciousness that was constantly subdued by chains, drugs, and abuse. Rai's own mother was willfully broken by the time she gave birth to her daughter, and therefore... Raiden had little chance of seeing any voice of freedom as a young dragonling.
She was beaten, tormented, starved, and abused from the day she was old enough to walk and venture away from her mother's side--it was then they seperated her, and taught her how to feel rage, how to express wrath, and how to fight and kill. They made her who she is today... just as they had made ever dragon shifter before her. For as a dragon, the men sold them as weapons, purely as weapons... beating the humanity out of them, till they were little better than beasts.
But Raiden was stronger in mind than they assumed, and she fought them at every turn as she grew older. For she was smart, and with each trick they pulled she learned from it, thus she never could be tricked by it again. She spilled their blood numerous times, almost as much as they spilled hers. They caged her, tied her, tore her wings, tied her jaws, shaved her talons down to stubs and taunted her with knobbed clubs and dull swords. They were teaching her to kill, and she was subconsciously learning well. All until the torment stopped. This old village, outdating and in violation of the peace times was suddenly smitten by the new lord. The one who saw the nation into peace--a man who took it in his own hands to enact the proper justice of the mighty God whose gifts were bestowed to him. Satazian of Soil sent soldiers to this shameful village, when message reached him of the cruelty enacted upon the prisoners of war. In the chaos many escape, ravaging the hillside of Borran's nation, others were detained and returned elsewhere to exiled lands even outside of the well-known Algaësia. For, though they were not at fault their violence could not be trusted and thus Satazian had no choice but to free them away from the villages of all nations were they could do little harm.
Being one of the few to escape, Raiden remained smart and did not slaughter outside of need or must. If she felt cornered, she attacked in her defence, but she did not look for war... she did not look for blood. Her anger and wrath played itself out slowly over the first few years of her freedom. This anger was unleashed upon the game which she had to learn to hunt, and many a time she left behind a blood carnage from even the smallest of victims. But, indeed it was better, to slaughter and butcher the common creature with no soul, than a human or other intellectual being. Over the years her torments, tortures, and hatred faded to a throbbing distaste and severe dislike that she can now easily controll without harming, maiming, or killing those she meets.
But... she was still never forget...
Rai awoke suddenly, a snarl fleeing her lips as a rabid bark echoed from her throat. It was a choked cry, that faded as quickly as it had snapped about. She seized herself, her sanity, and her consciousness, as she pulled herself shakily from the memory, that always plagued her sleep... filling the slumber with inescapable nightmares.
She stood warily, and observed the moon above her, stretching out her stiff underdeveloped wings. She wished for the day when she could dominate from sky and land... it was a day that she knew would come... eventually... as all things did.
Raiden BlueFire
Gender:
female
Race:
dragon shifter ; her natural form and most common form is a growing dragoness. She can also manipulate other forms, but can really only shift and sustain simple human forms for periods of time at this stage of her magical developement.
Corner Preferance:
I'm thinking she's more earthen, atleast in mind.
Age:
77 years ; young in a dragon's age. She is still a growing adolescent and has only now begun to learn to fly.
Description:
She has the typical proportions of a growing adolescent. Her limbs are long, lanky, and overly slender--leaving room for the proper muscles and bulk to fill in as she grows. The frills that run down her spine and fan out at her tail are still small and thin--leaving much more room to grow and thicken into useful leathery fans that are necessary for skilled and proper flight. Her wings are sloppy and she has difficulty holding them close to her body as adult dragons do. The webbing is still paper thin, but has thickened enough with age for her to begin gliding from one height to another and flying miniciple amounts. Her teeth are new and her jaw brandishes a steely set of long needle-point canines that are deadly behind her powerful jowls.
Her body structure is very catlike, with an even top line from shoulder to flank. And she will retain a certain long-legged proportion to her in her adulthood that will give her speed and agility on the ground.
Her scales are a deep obsidian black and retain a stunning fish-like shine to them that makes her skin look like polished marble from a distance. These scales will harden and lose some of that lustruous sheen when she reaches adulthood. On the other hand, her fans and wings are a translucent white, laced with blackish thread which represents the dark rich red blood that crawls through her veins. She also sports a white stripe that runs along the side of her neck the entire length from the back of her jaw to the brunt of her shoulder. This vivid contrast is meant as a warning, depicting her as lethal (her saliva contains a corosive bacteria that eats away and infects open flesh and wounds). For protection she has a greyish-black plating that protects her underside, from her neck down to her chest.
As the youngin' that she is she rises only about 4 feet from foot to shoulder. When she matures she will reach a grand height of 9 feet from ground to shoulder and boast a glorious wingspan of 9o feet (45 ft per wing).
Personality:
She is full of spit-fire and rage. She is very wrathful and can form a grudge very easily as well as hold it till the day she dies. She can be very confrontational, and even with the people she likes, she finds herself constantly teasing, taunting, and expressing a dry sarcastic humor. She also has a distaste for humans and in some respects fears them, especially when they accumulate in large groups. This is partially due to her past, which may also have played a part in making her the wrathful little dragoness that she is. She is also very clostrophic and does not like to be encased or confined in any way, she can become very hostile when cornered and trapped. The only creature she respects or enjoys company with, are fellow dragons. But even to them, she is a hard pepper to handle and tolerate. She is a fighter and is known to start fights whether she believed she can win them or not--overall, she is just very confrontational and doesn't feel she owes anyone anything. Respect her.... and she might respect you, but I wouldn't count on it.
Now, granted she has wings, but for these first 77 years of her life, she has been nothing but earth bound, and because of this she has found security and her way of life in the soil. She owes most of her fortune and skill to Borran's given gifts and has found no support from Airos or her winds. The air only seems to scoff at her and neither comes to her call, or answers her beckon. She has forsaken the wind as only a tool to her desire to fly. Nothing more.
Skills:
As I've previously stated her mouth, specifically her saliva, plays host for a deadly parasite that she, herself, is immune to. Others however, will feel the bacteria's effects within hours of ingestion. The bacteria can be ingested through the mouth and through the skin by means of open wounds. When infected, this bacteria enters the bloodstream and attacks white blood cells as it's byproducts slowly decompose body cells, causing damage to tissues and organs while slowly destroying the immune system. If caught early, a skilled healer can use their magics to kill the bacteria and revitalise damaged tissue. However, if you leave the bacteria to it's works it can harm the body beyond repair. This bacteria is fast acting and reproduces at a speed that comes close to rivalling that of a virus.
Besides this physical advantage, she also has a special gift with the earth. With a beckon of her mind, she can make the crust rumble and toil beneath her. She can also become one with it, dissipating into it and becoming cloaked by it (invisible) if she stands perfectly still and clears her mind of all thoughts, emotions, and ideas; if her mind is not completely blank and her body not utterly still, this skill will not work. Also when she is in contact with it, she can sense an intruder's approach from hundreds of feet away. But, she must be in contact with the earth, else she knows nothing.
Sample Post:
Rai felt the chains pull tight against her fragile skin and she squealled with the only voice she had.
At birth, this had been her destined fate, and her mother... bound by slavery for so many years could do little to stop the mistreatment that they committed against the young dragonling. The soon to be black adolescent was born blue, and her eyes were the coldest shade of white that the men had ever seen in their captive--they prized themselves in their production of dragon shifters, the race they had ensloved several hundred years ago, before the end of the war.
Raiden's race had indeed been enslaved before the war had ended--once being a risen miscreant of wind... they were now demeaned and held down by the oppression of man. A gentle race, turned viscious in time. But it was a visciousness that was constantly subdued by chains, drugs, and abuse. Rai's own mother was willfully broken by the time she gave birth to her daughter, and therefore... Raiden had little chance of seeing any voice of freedom as a young dragonling.
She was beaten, tormented, starved, and abused from the day she was old enough to walk and venture away from her mother's side--it was then they seperated her, and taught her how to feel rage, how to express wrath, and how to fight and kill. They made her who she is today... just as they had made ever dragon shifter before her. For as a dragon, the men sold them as weapons, purely as weapons... beating the humanity out of them, till they were little better than beasts.
But Raiden was stronger in mind than they assumed, and she fought them at every turn as she grew older. For she was smart, and with each trick they pulled she learned from it, thus she never could be tricked by it again. She spilled their blood numerous times, almost as much as they spilled hers. They caged her, tied her, tore her wings, tied her jaws, shaved her talons down to stubs and taunted her with knobbed clubs and dull swords. They were teaching her to kill, and she was subconsciously learning well. All until the torment stopped. This old village, outdating and in violation of the peace times was suddenly smitten by the new lord. The one who saw the nation into peace--a man who took it in his own hands to enact the proper justice of the mighty God whose gifts were bestowed to him. Satazian of Soil sent soldiers to this shameful village, when message reached him of the cruelty enacted upon the prisoners of war. In the chaos many escape, ravaging the hillside of Borran's nation, others were detained and returned elsewhere to exiled lands even outside of the well-known Algaësia. For, though they were not at fault their violence could not be trusted and thus Satazian had no choice but to free them away from the villages of all nations were they could do little harm.
Being one of the few to escape, Raiden remained smart and did not slaughter outside of need or must. If she felt cornered, she attacked in her defence, but she did not look for war... she did not look for blood. Her anger and wrath played itself out slowly over the first few years of her freedom. This anger was unleashed upon the game which she had to learn to hunt, and many a time she left behind a blood carnage from even the smallest of victims. But, indeed it was better, to slaughter and butcher the common creature with no soul, than a human or other intellectual being. Over the years her torments, tortures, and hatred faded to a throbbing distaste and severe dislike that she can now easily controll without harming, maiming, or killing those she meets.
But... she was still never forget...
Rai awoke suddenly, a snarl fleeing her lips as a rabid bark echoed from her throat. It was a choked cry, that faded as quickly as it had snapped about. She seized herself, her sanity, and her consciousness, as she pulled herself shakily from the memory, that always plagued her sleep... filling the slumber with inescapable nightmares.
She stood warily, and observed the moon above her, stretching out her stiff underdeveloped wings. She wished for the day when she could dominate from sky and land... it was a day that she knew would come... eventually... as all things did.
