Post by tainyr on Sept 16, 2006 1:24:13 GMT -5
Character Name: Tainyr
Species: Pyrahyc Dragon
Age: 250 years old
Gender: Male
Description: He is small only twenty-seven feet from nose to tail, eight feed to the shoulders and with a fifty-six foot wingspan. His basic color is a flat dark orange almost the color of cinnamon covering his backsides and the outsides of his legs that gradually shades to orange on his undersides and inside of his legs. The main reason for his dark coloration is that, he avoids the sunlight like the plague. He is, more or less, painfully normal, the only things that could be considered 'remarkable' are, a thin silver band wrapped around the top of his neck, that his front toes are slightly longer than normal, giving a better ability to grip objects and that the pupils of his eyes are a little larger giving him slightly better night vision.
His head is about five feet long and colored the same as his body. He has row of elliptical bumps, resembling tiny horns, running from his nose to his eye ridge, there they turn into six inch elliptical dark gray horns that run down his spine to the base of his tail, gradually shrinking back down to nubs at the end of his tail. His nostrils are about as tall as a spread man's hand, set at the end of his nose with a flap each that closes. Below them is a strong mouth, but only large enough to snap up a small deer, full of conical razor sharp teeth. In front are two, five inch fangs the protrude one inch below his black lips. Protruding from the bottom jaw on each side is six inch dark gray horn curving back. Above his mouth, on each side, are two elliptical eyes, a little shorter than two spread man's hands. In the center of each, is an oval (length wise being up and down) orange cats eye iris with fine radial red streaks. The irises are set in a sea of yellow leaving small strips at the top and bottom. Looking into those eyes, you would most likely see a haunted emptiness, but, when he thinks he is alone, you might also see longing or a fierce determination or, on extremely rare cases, hope or happiness. Both eyes are protected by a shallow bone ridge with a row of dark gray horn nubs at the edge. Near the back corner of each eye, sprouts a three inch dark gray horn, pointing straight back. Out the back of his head, behind each eye, sprouts a three foot elliptical dark gray horn that curves back, then in, then back again. Below it is a three inch elliptical dark gray horn that just curves back. behind his head is a four foot neck.
His neck, chest and wings are scared by several fights he had while trying to survive. The largest of which is a gash from his chest out and down his right fore leg, given to him by a very angry red dragon, that one almost cost him, his life. Around the silver band are scars caused by his attempt to claw it off.
Because of the fights and the hard life he had to live, he is strong for his size, but not overly muscular. Most of the muscle mass is in back for his wings and his legs. His hind legs are a little stronger then his fore.
His front toes are slightly longer then normal, which makes his running, on all fours, somewhat awkward, so he has learned to rear up and run with his hind legs. But, he loses maneuverability and, if he gets going too fast, he is unable to stop with out crashing. His front claws are shorter than normal, but sharp, capable of inflicting considerable damage. They, as well as, the hind ones, are a dark gray. The soles of his feet have that velcro like pads which give him the ability to climb walls.
He has a nine foot tail with the last one and a half feet is formed by a single large scale in the shape of a diamond with a sharp serrated edge.
Personality: Although not a coward, he is timid around others. He has no friends and, when anyone gets too close, he leaves them, afraid of what Hycroun might do to them through him. This leaves him a lonely nomad, never staying in one place for too long. The loneliness and frustration of waiting for Hycroun's next action, sometimes comes out as an explosive fit of rage, which burns brilliantly then dies quickly. Yet, For all that has happened to him, the flame of hope has not been squelched. He longs to stand in the light and be part of the life around him.
Although he has been in several fights, most were because of the misconceived notion that he worshiped Hycroun (he would rather tear out her heart, if she even has one, with his bare claws and shove it down her throat), he would rather think it out than fight it out. He has a tactical slant to his thinking, which has saved his tail on several occasions. But, when given no other options, he will fight.
He hates Hycroun and distrusts the other gods, although, recently, his distrust of Pyral has lessened to the point the he has greeted the sunset, in vain hope that Pyral might notice him. Even more recently, he was bold enough to greet the dawn on a few occasions.
Normally, he does not speak except when spoken to, then, only returning a simple reply or a nod of his head, but even that has changed recently with a simple 'hello'.
Bio: He was found, near dead, near the Hyc River Bed by a band of sand dragons who was informed by a passing dragon. From the looks of things, he had crawled out of the river bed stumbled for about fifty feet before collapsing. The sand dragons restored his health only to find out he had no memories at all, not even language. They also had noticed the silver band around his neck, but could not divine anything about it. They taught him everything from language to religion. He was an apt student, soaking up anything he could learn. Soon he was able to take his place in their society, but they also knew that he was a creature of the air and not the earth. They enlisted the services of other dragons to teach him flight and hunting skills. He was quit content to live the rest of his days among them and would have, except for that fateful day when Hycroun claimed her property.
That day started like any other day, he had returned from an evening hunt with plenty of meat for his clan. He had retired to his den quite pleased when a cold presence filled his mind. He tried fighting it, but was soon imprisoned in his own body. He watched, in horror as his body stalked through the caverns slaughtering his clan while they slept. When it was finished, it took him to the Pyrin Ash Forest. Before it set him free, turned to face him in his mind. its cold eyes froze his soul to the core as its thoughts invaded his mind, You are mine to do with, what ever I want, when ever I want. A cold sadistic smile crossed its face, Moreover, you chose this of your own free will and, if you think this is unfair ... if ever my sister gets hold of you, her punishment will make this - pleasant - in comparison!
He choked out one question, "Who are you?"
Why, you have not guessed it yet? with that, the presents left him.
He knew their was only one god that it could be, Hycroun. He buried himself in the sand and hid himself for several days, reliving the nightmare. For the next century he lived in hiding in the outskirts of society, afraid to show is face.
Greatest Strength: His strength can surprise others, giving him an edge while fighting, while his improved night vision increases his chance of survival.
Greatest Weakness: He is the property of Hycroun and that alone could fill volumes. His ability to see better at night is also a liability, for he can be temporarily blinded by bright lights.
Example of Roleplay: Tainyr sat at the mouth of his den and watched the sun set, as he has done almost every day since he moved here. He reared up on his hind legs and spread his wings, as wide as he could, to soak up as much of the failing sunlight he could. Closing his eyes, he relished the warmth as it seeped into him, wishing it could last longer. As the sun dipped below the horizon, he opened his eyes and dropped down on all fours. Looking out at the last rays of light, he sighed as he thought, Someday ... He shook himself out of such revelry, knowing it would not put food in his belly. Stepping out on to the ledge and searching the stiffness out of his wings, he looked up into the night sky glad that Hycron's moon would not be there reminding him of his curse. With a flap of his wings, he launched himself into the night.
Hunting had been poor lately and this night was starting out no differently. After a few hours of fruitless searching, he stopped and rested then set off again, enlarging his search area. Soon, he found himself at the edge of the Pyrin Ash Forest. In the forest he spotted a small herd of dear like herbivores. He pounced devouring one of them; following the scattering herd deeper into the forest, he snapped up two more. While he rested for the return trip, he looked up into the moonless sky and smiled; for the first time in days he was full. His musing was broken by the sounds of creatures moving through the forest all around him. He chided himself for letting down his guard and was about to take flight when he heard a flapping of wings. glancing up he saw a shadow, circling overhead, of a dragon nearly twice his size. All around him were a biped raptor like creature, about as tall as he was, he has never seen before that seemed to melt out of the forest floor. He looked for the weakest spot and charged for it. He only got a few steps before the silver band, around his neck, constricted, causing him to collapse writhing in pain. The last thought, before darkness enfolded him, was, Hycron found me ...
Species: Pyrahyc Dragon
Age: 250 years old
Gender: Male
Description: He is small only twenty-seven feet from nose to tail, eight feed to the shoulders and with a fifty-six foot wingspan. His basic color is a flat dark orange almost the color of cinnamon covering his backsides and the outsides of his legs that gradually shades to orange on his undersides and inside of his legs. The main reason for his dark coloration is that, he avoids the sunlight like the plague. He is, more or less, painfully normal, the only things that could be considered 'remarkable' are, a thin silver band wrapped around the top of his neck, that his front toes are slightly longer than normal, giving a better ability to grip objects and that the pupils of his eyes are a little larger giving him slightly better night vision.
His head is about five feet long and colored the same as his body. He has row of elliptical bumps, resembling tiny horns, running from his nose to his eye ridge, there they turn into six inch elliptical dark gray horns that run down his spine to the base of his tail, gradually shrinking back down to nubs at the end of his tail. His nostrils are about as tall as a spread man's hand, set at the end of his nose with a flap each that closes. Below them is a strong mouth, but only large enough to snap up a small deer, full of conical razor sharp teeth. In front are two, five inch fangs the protrude one inch below his black lips. Protruding from the bottom jaw on each side is six inch dark gray horn curving back. Above his mouth, on each side, are two elliptical eyes, a little shorter than two spread man's hands. In the center of each, is an oval (length wise being up and down) orange cats eye iris with fine radial red streaks. The irises are set in a sea of yellow leaving small strips at the top and bottom. Looking into those eyes, you would most likely see a haunted emptiness, but, when he thinks he is alone, you might also see longing or a fierce determination or, on extremely rare cases, hope or happiness. Both eyes are protected by a shallow bone ridge with a row of dark gray horn nubs at the edge. Near the back corner of each eye, sprouts a three inch dark gray horn, pointing straight back. Out the back of his head, behind each eye, sprouts a three foot elliptical dark gray horn that curves back, then in, then back again. Below it is a three inch elliptical dark gray horn that just curves back. behind his head is a four foot neck.
His neck, chest and wings are scared by several fights he had while trying to survive. The largest of which is a gash from his chest out and down his right fore leg, given to him by a very angry red dragon, that one almost cost him, his life. Around the silver band are scars caused by his attempt to claw it off.
Because of the fights and the hard life he had to live, he is strong for his size, but not overly muscular. Most of the muscle mass is in back for his wings and his legs. His hind legs are a little stronger then his fore.
His front toes are slightly longer then normal, which makes his running, on all fours, somewhat awkward, so he has learned to rear up and run with his hind legs. But, he loses maneuverability and, if he gets going too fast, he is unable to stop with out crashing. His front claws are shorter than normal, but sharp, capable of inflicting considerable damage. They, as well as, the hind ones, are a dark gray. The soles of his feet have that velcro like pads which give him the ability to climb walls.
He has a nine foot tail with the last one and a half feet is formed by a single large scale in the shape of a diamond with a sharp serrated edge.
Personality: Although not a coward, he is timid around others. He has no friends and, when anyone gets too close, he leaves them, afraid of what Hycroun might do to them through him. This leaves him a lonely nomad, never staying in one place for too long. The loneliness and frustration of waiting for Hycroun's next action, sometimes comes out as an explosive fit of rage, which burns brilliantly then dies quickly. Yet, For all that has happened to him, the flame of hope has not been squelched. He longs to stand in the light and be part of the life around him.
Although he has been in several fights, most were because of the misconceived notion that he worshiped Hycroun (he would rather tear out her heart, if she even has one, with his bare claws and shove it down her throat), he would rather think it out than fight it out. He has a tactical slant to his thinking, which has saved his tail on several occasions. But, when given no other options, he will fight.
He hates Hycroun and distrusts the other gods, although, recently, his distrust of Pyral has lessened to the point the he has greeted the sunset, in vain hope that Pyral might notice him. Even more recently, he was bold enough to greet the dawn on a few occasions.
Normally, he does not speak except when spoken to, then, only returning a simple reply or a nod of his head, but even that has changed recently with a simple 'hello'.
Bio: He was found, near dead, near the Hyc River Bed by a band of sand dragons who was informed by a passing dragon. From the looks of things, he had crawled out of the river bed stumbled for about fifty feet before collapsing. The sand dragons restored his health only to find out he had no memories at all, not even language. They also had noticed the silver band around his neck, but could not divine anything about it. They taught him everything from language to religion. He was an apt student, soaking up anything he could learn. Soon he was able to take his place in their society, but they also knew that he was a creature of the air and not the earth. They enlisted the services of other dragons to teach him flight and hunting skills. He was quit content to live the rest of his days among them and would have, except for that fateful day when Hycroun claimed her property.
That day started like any other day, he had returned from an evening hunt with plenty of meat for his clan. He had retired to his den quite pleased when a cold presence filled his mind. He tried fighting it, but was soon imprisoned in his own body. He watched, in horror as his body stalked through the caverns slaughtering his clan while they slept. When it was finished, it took him to the Pyrin Ash Forest. Before it set him free, turned to face him in his mind. its cold eyes froze his soul to the core as its thoughts invaded his mind, You are mine to do with, what ever I want, when ever I want. A cold sadistic smile crossed its face, Moreover, you chose this of your own free will and, if you think this is unfair ... if ever my sister gets hold of you, her punishment will make this - pleasant - in comparison!
He choked out one question, "Who are you?"
Why, you have not guessed it yet? with that, the presents left him.
He knew their was only one god that it could be, Hycroun. He buried himself in the sand and hid himself for several days, reliving the nightmare. For the next century he lived in hiding in the outskirts of society, afraid to show is face.
Greatest Strength: His strength can surprise others, giving him an edge while fighting, while his improved night vision increases his chance of survival.
Greatest Weakness: He is the property of Hycroun and that alone could fill volumes. His ability to see better at night is also a liability, for he can be temporarily blinded by bright lights.
Example of Roleplay: Tainyr sat at the mouth of his den and watched the sun set, as he has done almost every day since he moved here. He reared up on his hind legs and spread his wings, as wide as he could, to soak up as much of the failing sunlight he could. Closing his eyes, he relished the warmth as it seeped into him, wishing it could last longer. As the sun dipped below the horizon, he opened his eyes and dropped down on all fours. Looking out at the last rays of light, he sighed as he thought, Someday ... He shook himself out of such revelry, knowing it would not put food in his belly. Stepping out on to the ledge and searching the stiffness out of his wings, he looked up into the night sky glad that Hycron's moon would not be there reminding him of his curse. With a flap of his wings, he launched himself into the night.
Hunting had been poor lately and this night was starting out no differently. After a few hours of fruitless searching, he stopped and rested then set off again, enlarging his search area. Soon, he found himself at the edge of the Pyrin Ash Forest. In the forest he spotted a small herd of dear like herbivores. He pounced devouring one of them; following the scattering herd deeper into the forest, he snapped up two more. While he rested for the return trip, he looked up into the moonless sky and smiled; for the first time in days he was full. His musing was broken by the sounds of creatures moving through the forest all around him. He chided himself for letting down his guard and was about to take flight when he heard a flapping of wings. glancing up he saw a shadow, circling overhead, of a dragon nearly twice his size. All around him were a biped raptor like creature, about as tall as he was, he has never seen before that seemed to melt out of the forest floor. He looked for the weakest spot and charged for it. He only got a few steps before the silver band, around his neck, constricted, causing him to collapse writhing in pain. The last thought, before darkness enfolded him, was, Hycron found me ...
