Post by .:..B.l.u.e..:. on Jul 24, 2006 23:39:25 GMT -5
Name: -she can't recall-
Gender: -female-
Race: -unknown: though some believe she is a species of water drake-
Corner Preference: -water-
Age: -immortal: she remembers being around during the early wars, but she has long lost count of the years-
Description: She is a small dragon, and only stands at about 33 inches from her withers to the floor. Her skin is scaled, though not the first assumed rough and large scales that is usually associated to a dragon. No, her armor plating is sleek, smooth, and the plates are small. The lusting, sleek sheen--like that of a blue-silver fish is what colors her pelt. It is mostly blue, but in the sun it shimmers with a silver tone. Overall, the slimy appearance of her scales gives off the impression of smooth snake skin. It appears very elegant, and uniquelly beautiful--made to reduce drag when racing through the water. The skin is difficult to cut through, like any leather, and provides a small layer of defense from small and simple attacks. Her body structure is slender and sleek, with clawed forelegs and hinds. Her front legs lead out into a very hand-like structure. However, the difference between her hand and the human hand is the power of the grip and the deadly sharp talons on the end of each finger. Her hind legs are not as complex as her forelegs, and a thin layer of webbing spreads out between each toe. Her hind feet are clawed with large savage talons, and her hinds are powerful and toned with strong layers of muscle, with thick pads on the soles of her heels and toes—so she is perfectly adaptable on both land and in the water.
Her shoulders are perfectly proportioned to her slender torso, and her long snake like neck extends at a perfect length before flowing into the dome of her head. Upon her skull is a hard bony plate that she uses as a form of defense within the water, and out of it. She mostly uses it to crack open the hard shells of crustaceans and other such fish.
Her body movements are very cat like and agile—she is quick and graceful on land, and near unmatchable within the water. Her tail is long, with a thick base that slims out—only to fan at the end with a large peace of constructed flesh consisting of bone and cartilage.
Unlike many of the traditional dragons, she is wingless—and has never wished to have them. She much prefers the grace and freedom of the open water. And before I forget to mention, her lungs are strong enough to gather enough air to hold her breath for up to at least fifteen minutes before needing to come back to the surface for air.
That was before...
After the Evolution...
She became larger, more beautiful, and overall more perfect from every angle.
Her catlike proportions elongated and became more streamline, becoming more like that of an otter.
Her scales exchanged themselves for a fur-like coat, slick and oiled, perfect for swimming and keeping water out, while trapping the warmth of her body.
She also became larger, nolonger the short small dragoness, her height rose nearly a foot, bearing a 4' status from floor to shoulder. While her tail nearly doubled in its length and sported an oxen tail instead of the swimmer's fans. Her torso has also become longer, and her legs shorter. She is nolonger as adept on the ground as she was, but this is because of another attribute that has followed her with this transformation. Though she still cannot bear wings, that does not mean she cannot fly...
[see picture for better idea of new looks]
Mastery: Bred with innate healing capabilities her natural solution to most injuries is her saliva. The sparse moisture from her tongue can heal most wounds whether they be severe or not. However, the injuries that are dangerously severe, where the body is already beginning to give up, she has trouble healing on her own. Her magics are not weak, but they are limited in her skills. She is not adapted to be an independent healer, and her breed never has been such a thing. Such is the reason for her species depending companionship with a chosen healer. Her species’ purpose in life is to guide beside a healer, protect them and give them aid—also a hopeful friend and devoted companion.
Personality: she is shy, and easily intimidated by large crowds and noises. She's not a fighter unless you leave her no choice. Even so she is far from violent, and is very passive. She rarely ever uses her jaws and teeth to intentionally harm anyone. She prefers to use her natural weapons for hunting and defense alone. She's nowhere near a murderer or killer like many of Algaësia--quite the contrary. She's a kind-hearted soul, who loves nature and everything that breaths with life. Currently her heart is a little heavy and her mind a touch numb with a hint of depression—caused by the death of her last companion, several years ago. She’s been wandering in a repressive state for many years now, but has finally been called forth by inner crying, and now she has surfaced back into the world from isolation to look for the next healer that she should protect and assist.
Sample Post: I must say a word about fear. It is the life’s only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects now law or convention, and shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unerring ease. It begins in your mind, always. One moment you are feeling calm, self-possessed, and happy. Then fear, disguised in the garb of mild-mannered doubt, slips into your mind like a spy. Doubt meets disbelief and disbelief tries to pus it out. But disbelief is a poorly armed foot soldier. Doubt does away with it with little trouble. You become anxious. Reason comes to do battle for you. You are reassured. Reason is fully equipped with the latest weapons technology. But, to your amazement, despite superior tactics and a number of undeniable victories, reason is laid low. You feel yourself weakening, wavering. Your anxiety becomes dread.
Fear next turns fully to your body, which is already aware that something terribly wrong is going on. Already your lungs have flown away like a bird and your guts have slithered away like a snake. Now your tongue drops dead like an opossum, while your jaw begins to gallop on the spot. Your ears go deaf. Your muscles begin to shiver as if they had malaria and your knees to shake as though they were dancing. Your heart strains too hard, while your sphincter relaxes too much. And so with the rest of your body. Every part of you, in the manner most suited to it, falls apart. Only your eyes work well. They always pay proper attention to fear.
Quickly you make rash decision. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you’ve defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression has triumphed over you.
The matter is difficult to put into words. For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it. So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don’t, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.
Gender: -female-
Race: -unknown: though some believe she is a species of water drake-
Corner Preference: -water-
Age: -immortal: she remembers being around during the early wars, but she has long lost count of the years-
Description: She is a small dragon, and only stands at about 33 inches from her withers to the floor. Her skin is scaled, though not the first assumed rough and large scales that is usually associated to a dragon. No, her armor plating is sleek, smooth, and the plates are small. The lusting, sleek sheen--like that of a blue-silver fish is what colors her pelt. It is mostly blue, but in the sun it shimmers with a silver tone. Overall, the slimy appearance of her scales gives off the impression of smooth snake skin. It appears very elegant, and uniquelly beautiful--made to reduce drag when racing through the water. The skin is difficult to cut through, like any leather, and provides a small layer of defense from small and simple attacks. Her body structure is slender and sleek, with clawed forelegs and hinds. Her front legs lead out into a very hand-like structure. However, the difference between her hand and the human hand is the power of the grip and the deadly sharp talons on the end of each finger. Her hind legs are not as complex as her forelegs, and a thin layer of webbing spreads out between each toe. Her hind feet are clawed with large savage talons, and her hinds are powerful and toned with strong layers of muscle, with thick pads on the soles of her heels and toes—so she is perfectly adaptable on both land and in the water.
Her shoulders are perfectly proportioned to her slender torso, and her long snake like neck extends at a perfect length before flowing into the dome of her head. Upon her skull is a hard bony plate that she uses as a form of defense within the water, and out of it. She mostly uses it to crack open the hard shells of crustaceans and other such fish.
Her body movements are very cat like and agile—she is quick and graceful on land, and near unmatchable within the water. Her tail is long, with a thick base that slims out—only to fan at the end with a large peace of constructed flesh consisting of bone and cartilage.
Unlike many of the traditional dragons, she is wingless—and has never wished to have them. She much prefers the grace and freedom of the open water. And before I forget to mention, her lungs are strong enough to gather enough air to hold her breath for up to at least fifteen minutes before needing to come back to the surface for air.
That was before...
After the Evolution...
She became larger, more beautiful, and overall more perfect from every angle.
Her catlike proportions elongated and became more streamline, becoming more like that of an otter.
Her scales exchanged themselves for a fur-like coat, slick and oiled, perfect for swimming and keeping water out, while trapping the warmth of her body.
She also became larger, nolonger the short small dragoness, her height rose nearly a foot, bearing a 4' status from floor to shoulder. While her tail nearly doubled in its length and sported an oxen tail instead of the swimmer's fans. Her torso has also become longer, and her legs shorter. She is nolonger as adept on the ground as she was, but this is because of another attribute that has followed her with this transformation. Though she still cannot bear wings, that does not mean she cannot fly...
[see picture for better idea of new looks]
Mastery: Bred with innate healing capabilities her natural solution to most injuries is her saliva. The sparse moisture from her tongue can heal most wounds whether they be severe or not. However, the injuries that are dangerously severe, where the body is already beginning to give up, she has trouble healing on her own. Her magics are not weak, but they are limited in her skills. She is not adapted to be an independent healer, and her breed never has been such a thing. Such is the reason for her species depending companionship with a chosen healer. Her species’ purpose in life is to guide beside a healer, protect them and give them aid—also a hopeful friend and devoted companion.
Personality: she is shy, and easily intimidated by large crowds and noises. She's not a fighter unless you leave her no choice. Even so she is far from violent, and is very passive. She rarely ever uses her jaws and teeth to intentionally harm anyone. She prefers to use her natural weapons for hunting and defense alone. She's nowhere near a murderer or killer like many of Algaësia--quite the contrary. She's a kind-hearted soul, who loves nature and everything that breaths with life. Currently her heart is a little heavy and her mind a touch numb with a hint of depression—caused by the death of her last companion, several years ago. She’s been wandering in a repressive state for many years now, but has finally been called forth by inner crying, and now she has surfaced back into the world from isolation to look for the next healer that she should protect and assist.
Sample Post: I must say a word about fear. It is the life’s only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects now law or convention, and shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unerring ease. It begins in your mind, always. One moment you are feeling calm, self-possessed, and happy. Then fear, disguised in the garb of mild-mannered doubt, slips into your mind like a spy. Doubt meets disbelief and disbelief tries to pus it out. But disbelief is a poorly armed foot soldier. Doubt does away with it with little trouble. You become anxious. Reason comes to do battle for you. You are reassured. Reason is fully equipped with the latest weapons technology. But, to your amazement, despite superior tactics and a number of undeniable victories, reason is laid low. You feel yourself weakening, wavering. Your anxiety becomes dread.
Fear next turns fully to your body, which is already aware that something terribly wrong is going on. Already your lungs have flown away like a bird and your guts have slithered away like a snake. Now your tongue drops dead like an opossum, while your jaw begins to gallop on the spot. Your ears go deaf. Your muscles begin to shiver as if they had malaria and your knees to shake as though they were dancing. Your heart strains too hard, while your sphincter relaxes too much. And so with the rest of your body. Every part of you, in the manner most suited to it, falls apart. Only your eyes work well. They always pay proper attention to fear.
Quickly you make rash decision. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you’ve defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression has triumphed over you.
The matter is difficult to put into words. For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it. So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don’t, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.
