Post by Skyler on Jun 21, 2009 23:36:54 GMT -5
Name: Skyler
Race: Dragon Shape-Shifter
Gender: Male
Age: 16
World of origin: Light
Allegiance: None, but has made an appearance as a Magus and supports them.
Description:
Hair Color/Length: Light, sun bleached brown hair with a slight curl.
Eye Color: A striking color of blue that grows lighter towards the center of the iris.
Body Build: Still maturing, but firmly built. He’s rather lanky, and wiry but still holds strong and is in respectable shape.
Complexion: Fairly pale, but tan during times of sunny skies. Freckles dot his cheeks below his eyes.
Height: 5’7
Weight: 140
Apparel: Wears loose earthy looking clothing, with decorative stitches/weaving on his shirt, along with darker trousers. As for accessories few or little, he has a red pendant that he wears, and when in dragon form he obtains a feathered ring in his ear.
Summary(Dragon Form) His dragon form is rather small compared to other dragons, although his wing span to body size ratio is a little out of proportion, as his wings are 90 feet to 40, and 11 ft at the shoulder. He’s a European wind dragon, which means instead of scales he’s covered in feathers with only his belly plated with scales. In his dragon form, his eyes, inner mouth, and around his claws are a dark turquoise, while the rest of his feathers remain a rust, brown, or cream color. Along his back he has pectoral feathers which help direct the air lift around his wings. He has outrageously large ears, which are very expressive. His tail ends tapering into a large feather.
Skills/Weapons: His dragon form is his weapon. As a dragon he’s able to soar for incredibly long periods of time, and travel fast. Like a eagle or hawk he’s able to dive, twist and turn in the air. His long down curved jaws also serve a severe bite, along with dagger like claws designed to cling to sides of canyons.
Personality: The first thing that comes to mind to most people when they hear Skyler coming is his rocky sense of humor and loud mouth. He's more bark than bite, and sometimes what he finds funny may irritate others. He always finds commentary for everything and enjoys poking others with teasing. Being the one making jokes about others, he takes them well when people fling muses back. Joking around is his way of 'calming' an unstable situation and relieve the tension between others. When with a group he can be considered the comic relief.
Although he may come across as boyish and annoying his intentions are always good. Most of the time you'll find that Skyler is upbeat and ready to have a fun time, most anywhere, anytime. Anyone who meets Sky will quickly notice that he makes a good hang out buddy, a slap on the back friend, and loyal. He doesn’t like to be alone, and often seeks attention or somebody to spend time with, although he can be very independent. He’s easy going, and is go with the flow kind of person, with a adventure crave. He seems to be always care free which is partly true from having a better past unlike most. Often people that are not in close relationship, or don’t know Skyler well, see him as naive or shallow. Although he doesn’t show it, Skyler is sensitive, and can make a conversation engaging and deep, showing his gentle and intelligent side. He just doesn't show it often, using his humor and jesting as a way to feel protected.
History: He was said to be born from the sky, or no one knows. As a human child he was found and taken in to live in a small cottage in the valley behind the Fidel Mountains. On one side of East Fidel was a wall of earth and the other, the sea. As a normal boy growing up in the peaceful village protected by the landscape, he was quite the curious and had quite an adventurous streak. Needless to say he was a child the parents had no interest having their own go about his daring treks through the woods and mountains. At around 13 years of age, Skyler discovered his ability to shape-shift. It changed his life and now he was able to see what was over those peaks or beyond the ocean. Though, the surprise was mild, as many shape-shifters lived in his area. He immediately took advantage, and became a sort of nomad and messenger for his people, as well as helping out the Light side when he could.
RP Sample:
He had no idea where he was going to wind up, but that was the art. He was beginning to doubt if the thrill of it all was worth the perilous struggle. “I just wanted to go on a joy-ride and now this? You’ve got to be kidding me,” he wheezed under his breath. The onslaught of heavy droplets continued to blot his sight, the ferocious air battering his feathers in scattered directions, wings dangerously teetering. The plains seemed endless, landing here wouldn’t do him any good, and it lacked any shelter. He merely pumped his giant wings with as much strength he was able to muster up. His turquoise eyes strained for the sight of caves or trees, it wouldn’t be long until the heaven’s drums would begin to start their coda. Despite the oily coating on the outer feathers, the downy underneath his wings were growing damp, slowly becoming more of a burden. At last a few idle shrubs and trees began to grow into a thick forest. The green of the canopy looked liked lumpy cotton balls from his blurred vision, and it beckoned him towards it. He waited for an opening in the trees where he could gradually circle in. Then, the unsettled air with positive and negatives opposite of another in this invisible war clashed together, thus; creating lighting. Like never before, the stream of electricity and ear splitting boom sounded simotansiouly. He knew it as soon as the million volts pulsated through his body, muscles wreathing and burning for the worst split second of his life. The murky skies turned yet darker, into a black void.
Skyler fell from the sky, crashing into the woods below, crushing the trees in and around him, which fell like a mass execution under the massive weight of the dragon’s body. The body lay limp on its in rubble, wings splayed unnaturally to either side, head tossed back and odd blue tongue hanging from the razor blade rows of fangs. A few rounds of static jumped from feather to feather, before the lightning’s energy had drained from him. His mind recovered quickly, with a moaning roar, he lifted his head and began to maneuver himself out of the wreckage, pushing logs and branches away to free himself. “That was a rather shocking…crash landing,” he grumbled, pain laden in his voice.
