<strong>Character:</strong><br/><br/>Dragon (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Vercingetorix.jpg)<br/>Human (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Vercingetorix2.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Dragon: Vercingetorix<br/><strong>Species (Dragon type):</strong>Silver<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Age:</strong>(Dragons begin at a bare minumum of 180 yrs. Add 10 years per 1 human year) 180<br/><br/><br/><strong>Humanoid Appearance:</strong><br/><br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Brown and shaggy<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Flickering mercury<br/><strong>Skin:</strong>Weathered to a brownish hue<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>200lbs<br/><strong>Height:</strong>6’5”<br/><strong>Other: </strong>Corded from climbing all about the nesting complex, several scars from his earlier falls that he refused to heal so that he might remember is failures.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Information:</strong><br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Actively seeks physical challenges for himself, eager to attempt anything that seems like it might be potentially life threatening. He often tends to keep a distance from the others.<br/><br/><strong>Background: </strong><br/><br/>Vercingetorix was one of the last eggs in the his resptective clutch to hatch, taking several days longer than the others of his breed. Perhaps it was this late arrival that caused his desire for seclusion, always feeling a few steps behind the others in the nest. From the start, as soon as he had settled into the effort of walking, he was constantly wandering off, ever the worry of his mother as he seemed prone to just slip away, wandering down the various caverns.<br/><br/>Things only got worse as he aged and it was shortly after being taught how to change into a humanoid that he was climbing the wild, windswept stones outside the nest complex. He failed more often than he succeeded; only breeding within him a stronger desire to reach his goals, to challenge himself to his limits. Thankfully his mother adapted to not worrying as he always seemed to eventually return, just to let her know that he had not perished off some forlorn cliff.<br/><br/>When he has the chance, he is most often found on the southern face of the mountain that was their home, his mercury hued eyes gazing off at the distance, curious about what might lie beyond this mountain spur. His mother’s warnings kept him rooted to his spot, never to wander from the cave more than this spot that he had claimed as his own.<br/><br/><strong>OOC Ons and Offs:</strong>Will just go with my on/offs for now.<br/>