Post by Halfblood on Jun 5, 2009 19:50:30 GMT -5
Call me Rorik !!
Name:
Rorik SilverSpire
Race:
Shapeshifting Dragon
Gender:
Male
Age:
Appears to be 20
World of origin:
Rodylia
Allegiance:
Neutral
Description:
~Dragon Form~
Eye Color: Yellow in both forms
Scale Color: Deep blue flecked with violet
Size: 12 ft. in length, 8 ft. in height
Weight: 300 lbs
Summary:With a body made of muscle, Rorik looks like most dragons, except for the fact that he is abnormally small and slim. Rorik makes up for these lacks with his amazing beauty that he holds. His whole body is covered in sapphire scales that reflect the sun's rays, making them shimmer. His muzzle is very thin, covered with a lighter blue than his torso, and his teeth are white and extremely sharp. He has a serpentine tongue, and serpentine eyes that glimmer a radiant gold. The spine scales that ride along his back are silver, and are a tad on the blunt side because of the dragon’s unnatural size. His wings are rather strong, but are very thin and nearly transparent. Even though he is full grown, Rorik can only withstand the weight of two persons on his back, for his strength does not match that of others of his kind. Although these wings have one flaw, one thing does come in handy for Rorik. The colour of his wings are a very light blue, which is outlined with specks of violet, that can intensify the sun's rays, enabling Rorik to temporarily blind an opponent. Not to mention, that having thin wings makes it easier to maneuver.
~Human Form~
Eye Color: Yellow
Skin Color: Pale
Hair Color/Length: A curly black that falls to his cheekbones
Body Build: Slim, Tall, and well-built
Size: 6 ft tall
Weight: 130 lbs
Summary:As a human, the differences between Rorik’s two forms is rather distinct. In this form, he is seen as tall, and not runty, which makes him feel better about himself. His length is covered in skin the color of milk and muscle that is well-defined on his arms. He has no flab on his body for he doesn’t overindulge in any way. He usually covers his body with black pants of silk along with a matching shirt that conceal his pale appearance. Above the neck lies his face, which is very defined, carrying traits that belong to serpentine animals. His eyes are deep yellow and slit, as they would be if he were a dragon. Rorik’s cheekbones are very high, giving him a rather sharp face. Alongside his abnormal eyes, Rorik’s teeth are also very sharp and slathered in his unique venom. Even though he mastered this side of himself, he can’t get rid of the way he resembles those of his other kind.
Skills/Weapons:
SPITFIRE:; In many ways, Rorik can be seen as quite a powerful asset in combat. His weapons are those gifted to him from birth, and those he has come to master in his many years. The one most precious to him though, is his ability to breathe the natural essence of what makes him a dragon. Spitfire is a substance closely related to that of natural fire. It isn’t exactly the same thing, but it does the same amount of damage. Spitfire isn’t exactly an unlimited resource, for it is compiled of certain elements found in the food a dragon can eat. Once these nutrients have diminished, the spitfire no longer works. Rorik uses this as a dragon, and cannot use it when he roams as a human.
VENOM:; As a human, Rorik does not have the powers he has as a dragon. To make up for this lack of natural weapons, he has learned to create a venom that does the same thing as Spitfire. If bitten, the person will experience a burning sensation as hot as fire, and even if they are sprayed or come in contact with the poison, the burning pain will become present. Rorik is only venomous as a human.
SHAPESHIFTING:; Unlike other dragons, Rorik has learned the secret of the forbidden magic of which most shape shifters use to shift. Although he was born a dragon, Rorik can easily mold his shape fitting a human. He enjoys this shape because it allows him to communicate better, and blend in with others.
FLIGHT:; Dragons of course, possess wings, which means that they are natural-born fliers. Rorik is particularly skilled in flight in both forms. He can summon his wings in human form, although he refrains to do so unless the situation calls for it. Because he is light, he is very fast and agile when airborne.
ARMOR:; Most dragons possess lovely scales that are beautiful, but strong as well. Rorik is no exception. His scales are layered, which means it is very hard to penetrate deep enough to cause a fatal wound, unless the offender has a specifically designed weapon made for slaying dragons. Rorik’s scales are also somewhat magic-proof, and can ward off weak magic attacks.
Personality:
[rather suckish]
Rorik is a very curious hatchling. Although this isn’t anything out of the natural, even as a human he strives to learn new things. He isn’t the smartest being to walk the planet, but he does have his perks. Rorik for one, can keep his cool in stressful situations and is an excellent deceiver. No one has ever found out that he is actually a dragon, unless he himself tells them the truth. He is humorous and enjoys company, but he is also somewhat naïve when it comes to what death is known for. Rorik is skilled at hunting, but isn’t the best when it comes to sharing his finds, and also rarely ever tries to feed others. Although he is rather modest and humble, he does enjoy the spotlight more then he should, but knows when it’s time to step down.
History:
Rorik Silverspire was hatched to a family of three. Although there were three other eggs separate of him, only he was the one who had hatched. His family consisted of his mother, a lovely dragon, cerulean in color, by the name of Raine, and a brawny golden male dragon who went by Brons. Being born to such to legendary battle crawlers instantly made him famous as well. The Rodylian council hoped to see him mature to be a great success and take the title his father had held before him. Unfortunately, this was not to become true. Even as a baby, Rorik was two times smaller then the other hatchlings that roamed the grounds of his nesting place. He was picked on by the others, and only ever found peace when the other dragons were safely tucked away in their own nests. Rorik was only comfortable near a select few of his race. His mother, although very large and strong, always had time to nurture him and tell him the stories of her famous battles she had participated in, so it was natural Rorik wanted to prove himself as well. He tried to train with his father, but Brons would have nothing to do with him, and later abandoned his family after resenting what he had come to produce. This threw Raine into a deep depression, and left Rorik worried for a while. She told him to remain true to himself one evening, and by the next day, she too had gone.
Because he thought that these two simultaneous events were his doing, it wasn’t long before he too departed the nesting grounds at a dangerously young age. No one knows how he survived as long as he did on his own, but Rorik explains that as he was living on his own, a young man came to find him and took him in. He was a shifter, and was able to shift into a dragon as well. He sought out food for the tiny hatchling, and the two males lived somewhat happily together for a long time. Rorik learned how to shift into a human just as his master had, and perfected the skill during his presence there.
As soon as he was mature enough, Rorik bid his farewells to the shifter and left to travel his own path. Now, he traveled the world on two legs instead of four, and rarely ever switched back to what he had been born to become. As a human, he felt less runty, and enjoyed the looks of attraction the woman gave him as he traveled along. Life was good, and it could only get better, couldn’t it? He’ll just have to find out.
RP Sample:
((tis the best one I ever ever did : D))
It wasn't like her to be roaming the streets at night alone. Of course, many sick people saw this as an opportunity to grab and go, but no one would dare try that move upon her. Many reasons to this strange answer were neatly embedded within this lanky woman's frame. It was of course due to the fact that savage canine blood of the purest variety flowed through her deep blue veins. Not many people saw her and gave her another look, unless they wanted to review the obvious scowl that was present on her doll-like face. Which was why, although it was rather unusual, Emma felt no threat to her self as a whole as she sauntered down the barren streets of the English-Land, and continued on her way to wherever she happened to be going.
The sun was completely gone as of now. But that was okay, for Emma thrived in the dark. It was her sanctuary, and as she watched the moon brighten as the sun advanced to the other half of the planet, her scowl somewhat softened, and her shoulders relaxed. Her mind began to wander as did her steps as she drifted solemnly down an empty boulevard, a few angry horns jerking her momentarily away from her happy place. Emma cursed under her breath, and hid the crude symbols her hand was presenting in her pocket as she walked, not caring for the moment who whistled, and who barked in irritation. It was all repetitive nowadays. But of course, where she usually occupied her time began to become repetitive as well. Get up, get dressed, eat, go out, attend school for three hours, go home, get undressed, run with the wild for a couple hours, get home in time for the Late Show, and then call up a friend and walk the usually busy streets that crowded the large island. Tonight was somewhat different, there was no late show upon her tv screen as soon as she walked through her door, and none of her friends seemed available. But either way, it was a simple, boring life that she had. Even as a werewolf, living couldn't get much duller. The Simple Life is the Better Life I suppose. Emma repressed a sigh, and turned again, walking onto a familiar street, which housed a few foliage and shrubbery upon either side.
The parks here in England were no match to those in the Garden State of New Jersey. Sure they were alright, but none could match the multiple garden solitudes that marked nearly every block in Trenton. Emma absolutely loved New Jersey, but she was forbidden to go back to that place. After the incident, she was forbidden to set a foot back in the Americas, which is why her parents banished her here while they doted over their favorite child.
Another grimace came from her throat as she reminisced about Kennedy, her all-too perfect werewolf brother who had been blessed by the local alpha. It wasn't fair at all, but it was life it seemed, and Emma had to deal with it. Although it didn't seem fair, she left her beloved home with a smile on her face, and hidden tears in her dull brown eyes as she left without looking back.
England was okay, it wasn't wonderful, but it was okay. The parks here were nicely kept, and only a few wrappers floated through the crisp summer breeze nowadays. Emma situated herself on a bench and watched the moon hang above her, weak in appearance. The stars around it glistened as the last traces of light blue were replaced by a dark navy that devoured the sky like a hungry beast. Emma watched in some temporary wonderment before pulling out a granola bar which she then proceeded to unwrap. As she mindlessly chewed, the matured werewolf let her mind wander once more as her eyes traced the constellations of Taurus and Virgo, which hung idlely in the twilight sky.
Oh yes, what an exciting night it would turn out to be.
((Yay I'm skilled now =D))
