Post by Cazzador on Feb 8, 2006 23:50:34 GMT -5
Character Name: Cazzador
Species: Bronze Dragon
Age: 340 'human' years, 34 'dragon' years.
Gender: Male
Description: Cazzador has a thickset, stocky body with unusually long, flexible limbs. His limbs are powerful with five closely-mounted digits on each foot, followed by strong, but blunt, claws. Compared to the rest of him, his neck is rather short, and looks almost too small to hold his colossal head. His scales are the color of mineral copper, with faint stripes of dirty light blue. His scales are the strongest on his back and neck, getting finer and less thick on his underbelly. Perhaps the most vulnerable spot on him is his underarms, where there are virtually no scales at all; merely soft skin.
Cazzador's wingspan is about three times his length, a curiosity at his age. The wings themselves are not frail, but not mighty, either; they are strong enough to lift him into the sky on good conditions and keep him aloft for about a half hour before he is forced to land. The membrane in his wings is a lighter coppery color than that of his body, and the bottoms are frayed and ripped.
His head in itself is a great complexity. His skull is greatly elongated, most of it being his mouth that runs most of the length of his face and is filled with large, razor sharp teeth; his fangs create a pronounced underbite. His nostrils are small and oval shaped, set on a flap of skin that has the ability to cover his nostrils in case of an emergency. His nostrils as separated by a bony ridge. His eyes are slanted and are sunken and set deep into his head. They are the same color as the vague stripes on his back. A mane of short, but sharp, spines sprout from his chin. Two tendrils sprout from either side of his mouth. They serve as whiskers of a sort. Two curving horns extend backwards from his head. On the very inside of these, two smaller, straighter horns extend straight up from its forehead. Perhaps his most curious feature is his egghorn, the extension on his nose that helped him break free of his egg. It is rather small now, and sits directly behind the ridge that separates his nostrils. It is a truly strange sight to see on an adult dragon, for most of them rubbed it off when they were young. Cazzador, however, still has his, and always will. (See bio for why.)
Personality: Brawny and self-assured, Cazzador allows nothing to stand in his way. Unaccountably mistrustful of strangers, he perceives himself to be gentle and reasonable, but even he acknowledges that his periodic bursts of rage need to be brought under control. His variety of emotions mainly involving some sort of anger or pain for others is fueled by his own insecurity. Although he knows rarely a soul would dare challenge him on it, he often pours his strength into bullying other, just to be sure they don't get in his way. He wants them to fear him.
Admired by his few friends for his physical strength and loyalty, his inability to confront his demons lessens his personal growth and greatly decreases his popularity amongst civilized beings. So, while Cazzador is capable of immense passion, the combination of his insecurity and temper has the potential to become a masterful creative expression, or a terrible explosion of rage.
Cazzador is proud of his girth and spends a great deal of time bulking up. He has next to none of the intelligence the dragons gathered when they evolved, but he does have a gift for smooth talk. Persuasive when making a point, he litters his conversations with curses and colorful language and has little interest in the finer thing in life. For all his faults, however, he has a uniquely engaging charm and his determination and grit demands grudging respect from those he knows.
Bio: Cazzador was born a very sickly thing.
Greatest Strength: Although a casualty at times, his scales can also be very helpful. They are very dull and do not shine or reflect light even under the hottest Pyrallis sun. When coated with a fair amount of sand and or dust, he can blend nearly flawlessly with the dry lands. He uses this technical mainly for hunting, waiting for hours at a time in silence until his prey wanders to close to his deadly claws. What he lacks in speed and agility he makes up for in raw strength and stamina. If fighting at a steady pace, he can go on for hours without losing any ferocity.
Greatest Weakness: His scales, although thick and very protective, are also heavy and noisy.Their weight pulls him down, making him a poor flier and a slow individual. This makes him vulnerable to aerial attacks and swift movers. The noise of his heavy armor clinking against the hard, dry earth of Pyrallis makes it very hard for him to be stealthy. It also makes him a poor hunter, he has to rely on pure muscle rather than stealth and cunning. He is not the most intellectual Bronze, and is rather slow of mind. Opponents with a good strategy could overcome his blunt force easily.
Example of Roleplay: Woof.
Erg, I'll finish the roleplay example and bio tomorrow. I hafta go to bed right now. ...teehee.
Species: Bronze Dragon
Age: 340 'human' years, 34 'dragon' years.
Gender: Male
Description: Cazzador has a thickset, stocky body with unusually long, flexible limbs. His limbs are powerful with five closely-mounted digits on each foot, followed by strong, but blunt, claws. Compared to the rest of him, his neck is rather short, and looks almost too small to hold his colossal head. His scales are the color of mineral copper, with faint stripes of dirty light blue. His scales are the strongest on his back and neck, getting finer and less thick on his underbelly. Perhaps the most vulnerable spot on him is his underarms, where there are virtually no scales at all; merely soft skin.
Cazzador's wingspan is about three times his length, a curiosity at his age. The wings themselves are not frail, but not mighty, either; they are strong enough to lift him into the sky on good conditions and keep him aloft for about a half hour before he is forced to land. The membrane in his wings is a lighter coppery color than that of his body, and the bottoms are frayed and ripped.
His head in itself is a great complexity. His skull is greatly elongated, most of it being his mouth that runs most of the length of his face and is filled with large, razor sharp teeth; his fangs create a pronounced underbite. His nostrils are small and oval shaped, set on a flap of skin that has the ability to cover his nostrils in case of an emergency. His nostrils as separated by a bony ridge. His eyes are slanted and are sunken and set deep into his head. They are the same color as the vague stripes on his back. A mane of short, but sharp, spines sprout from his chin. Two tendrils sprout from either side of his mouth. They serve as whiskers of a sort. Two curving horns extend backwards from his head. On the very inside of these, two smaller, straighter horns extend straight up from its forehead. Perhaps his most curious feature is his egghorn, the extension on his nose that helped him break free of his egg. It is rather small now, and sits directly behind the ridge that separates his nostrils. It is a truly strange sight to see on an adult dragon, for most of them rubbed it off when they were young. Cazzador, however, still has his, and always will. (See bio for why.)
Personality: Brawny and self-assured, Cazzador allows nothing to stand in his way. Unaccountably mistrustful of strangers, he perceives himself to be gentle and reasonable, but even he acknowledges that his periodic bursts of rage need to be brought under control. His variety of emotions mainly involving some sort of anger or pain for others is fueled by his own insecurity. Although he knows rarely a soul would dare challenge him on it, he often pours his strength into bullying other, just to be sure they don't get in his way. He wants them to fear him.
Admired by his few friends for his physical strength and loyalty, his inability to confront his demons lessens his personal growth and greatly decreases his popularity amongst civilized beings. So, while Cazzador is capable of immense passion, the combination of his insecurity and temper has the potential to become a masterful creative expression, or a terrible explosion of rage.
Cazzador is proud of his girth and spends a great deal of time bulking up. He has next to none of the intelligence the dragons gathered when they evolved, but he does have a gift for smooth talk. Persuasive when making a point, he litters his conversations with curses and colorful language and has little interest in the finer thing in life. For all his faults, however, he has a uniquely engaging charm and his determination and grit demands grudging respect from those he knows.
Bio: Cazzador was born a very sickly thing.
Greatest Strength: Although a casualty at times, his scales can also be very helpful. They are very dull and do not shine or reflect light even under the hottest Pyrallis sun. When coated with a fair amount of sand and or dust, he can blend nearly flawlessly with the dry lands. He uses this technical mainly for hunting, waiting for hours at a time in silence until his prey wanders to close to his deadly claws. What he lacks in speed and agility he makes up for in raw strength and stamina. If fighting at a steady pace, he can go on for hours without losing any ferocity.
Greatest Weakness: His scales, although thick and very protective, are also heavy and noisy.Their weight pulls him down, making him a poor flier and a slow individual. This makes him vulnerable to aerial attacks and swift movers. The noise of his heavy armor clinking against the hard, dry earth of Pyrallis makes it very hard for him to be stealthy. It also makes him a poor hunter, he has to rely on pure muscle rather than stealth and cunning. He is not the most intellectual Bronze, and is rather slow of mind. Opponents with a good strategy could overcome his blunt force easily.
Example of Roleplay: Woof.
Erg, I'll finish the roleplay example and bio tomorrow. I hafta go to bed right now. ...teehee.
