Post by Xavier on Feb 1, 2006 14:29:46 GMT -5
Character Name: Xavier Arden
Species: Draco/Dragon
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Description:
Xavier is a large dragon, standing over forty feet at the shoulder, and long, being sixty two feet in length. His scales vary in size and are the deepest shade of ebony, and they are very illuminate. His is shapely, but has a muscular frame and long, uncut claws the same hue as his scales. In stark contrast his head is crowned by a golden crest and the long thorns down his spine are that colour also. His face is triangular, sharp and heroic, with a heavy brow and a large, sharp jaw. Xavier's wings are large, black and smooth. His eyes are golden.
Personality:
Xavier doesn't talk if he doesn't have to. He's very quiet and withdrawn, but in no means shy. He is righteous to a fault and sometimes tempermental, but he is also kind, brave and loyal. It is tough to crack his mental shell and find out who he really is. His voice, however deep, is emotional and anything he says, he means. An intelligent being, Xavier regards the world to learn more, and perhaps that explains his silence.
Bio:
Born to Andromeda, a black dragon. She died shortly after his birth.
Xavier never knew his father.
Xavier rarely came into contact with other dragons or beings during his life. He spent most of the time alone, learning and observing.
Much happened during his time alone, including a few encounters that scarred him mentally.
Greatest Strength:
His physical cababilities; his strength and armour. His guard.
Greatest Weakness:
Trusting. Having someone get through to him, and having to care about someone enough to make mistakes.
Example of Roleplay:
The day was drawing to an enivitable close and a purple haze descended from the dome of the sky to drown out the fiery colours of the horizon. As the dark blanket spread and turned the sky into a deep shade of ash the stars seeped through and blinked, watching the earth with haughty malice. The caked earth cooled as the sun disappeared and the moon climbed the celestial steps into heaven to take up the role of one who has omniscience, and a weary silence descended upon the earth. What the moonlight could touch it turned into a silver hue, pooling light feeble in comparision to the sun's mighty progress. And as if to undo it, the moon caught in the sandstone, and it glinted.
Upon a low rise a dragon was stood. Below the rise the ground shot out into something like a desert. He was nowhere, and he was undisputedly lost. He shifted his weight, and dust furled around achingly long, curled ebon talons. From thereon were long limbs bound by muscles and sinew and coated in thick gems of midnight hue, a long torso malleble yet strong, and arching neck, proud and held high into the cooling atmosphere. His wings were stretched and the slight breeze whisepered around the black canopies, making them reply is a rustle of smooth tissure and a slight screak of a joint. Down his proud back ran golden thorns perhaps two feet long, dangerously sharp. His sharp, heroic face was expressionless, his pooling golden eyes seeming alive, the richness metaphorically swirling with hidden confusion. On the cornw of his cranium was a grand golden crest of wiry, touch hair, matted into slick looking locks which stuck up feircely (though one fell feebly between his eyes). His brow and jaw jutted proudly, and he seemed in his prime. He was very large.
And here he was, in the middle of nowhere.
Species: Draco/Dragon
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Description:
Xavier is a large dragon, standing over forty feet at the shoulder, and long, being sixty two feet in length. His scales vary in size and are the deepest shade of ebony, and they are very illuminate. His is shapely, but has a muscular frame and long, uncut claws the same hue as his scales. In stark contrast his head is crowned by a golden crest and the long thorns down his spine are that colour also. His face is triangular, sharp and heroic, with a heavy brow and a large, sharp jaw. Xavier's wings are large, black and smooth. His eyes are golden.
Personality:
Xavier doesn't talk if he doesn't have to. He's very quiet and withdrawn, but in no means shy. He is righteous to a fault and sometimes tempermental, but he is also kind, brave and loyal. It is tough to crack his mental shell and find out who he really is. His voice, however deep, is emotional and anything he says, he means. An intelligent being, Xavier regards the world to learn more, and perhaps that explains his silence.
Bio:
Born to Andromeda, a black dragon. She died shortly after his birth.
Xavier never knew his father.
Xavier rarely came into contact with other dragons or beings during his life. He spent most of the time alone, learning and observing.
Much happened during his time alone, including a few encounters that scarred him mentally.
Greatest Strength:
His physical cababilities; his strength and armour. His guard.
Greatest Weakness:
Trusting. Having someone get through to him, and having to care about someone enough to make mistakes.
Example of Roleplay:
The day was drawing to an enivitable close and a purple haze descended from the dome of the sky to drown out the fiery colours of the horizon. As the dark blanket spread and turned the sky into a deep shade of ash the stars seeped through and blinked, watching the earth with haughty malice. The caked earth cooled as the sun disappeared and the moon climbed the celestial steps into heaven to take up the role of one who has omniscience, and a weary silence descended upon the earth. What the moonlight could touch it turned into a silver hue, pooling light feeble in comparision to the sun's mighty progress. And as if to undo it, the moon caught in the sandstone, and it glinted.
Upon a low rise a dragon was stood. Below the rise the ground shot out into something like a desert. He was nowhere, and he was undisputedly lost. He shifted his weight, and dust furled around achingly long, curled ebon talons. From thereon were long limbs bound by muscles and sinew and coated in thick gems of midnight hue, a long torso malleble yet strong, and arching neck, proud and held high into the cooling atmosphere. His wings were stretched and the slight breeze whisepered around the black canopies, making them reply is a rustle of smooth tissure and a slight screak of a joint. Down his proud back ran golden thorns perhaps two feet long, dangerously sharp. His sharp, heroic face was expressionless, his pooling golden eyes seeming alive, the richness metaphorically swirling with hidden confusion. On the cornw of his cranium was a grand golden crest of wiry, touch hair, matted into slick looking locks which stuck up feircely (though one fell feebly between his eyes). His brow and jaw jutted proudly, and he seemed in his prime. He was very large.
And here he was, in the middle of nowhere.
