Wyverns Mate (Character Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Wyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 20:36:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character Name</strong></span></span><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">General:</span></strong><br><br><strong>Username:</strong><br><strong>Race:</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong><br><strong>Sex:</strong><br><strong>Orientation:</strong><br><strong>Preference:</strong><br><strong>Personality:</strong><br><strong>Background:</strong><br><strong><br><span class="bbc_u">Appearance</span></strong><br><br>If your character is a dragon fill in the appearance twice, one for the dragon form, and the other for the humanoid one.<br><br><strong>Eye Color:</strong><br><strong>Hair Color:</strong><br><strong>Height:</strong><br><strong>Build:</strong><br><strong>Description:</strong> (Could be written, or a picture, or hell maybe even both.)<br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><br><br></span></strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 20:43:11</strong>
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				FIRST!<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2106/2060799990_a12ad047d7.jpg?v=0)</td></tr></tbody></table> Character name: Vektor "Vik" Huren<br><br>Race: Dragon<br><br>Dragon Sept: Black<br><br>Title: Queen's consort<br><br>Age: 1,900ish...<br><br>Birthday: Unknown to him. <br><br>Eye Color: Dull Grey<br><br>Description: <br><br>Mate: The Queen<br><br>Background: Vector (Some confuse his name for Victor) was born in a cave in the mountains of China. Unlike other whelps, he was born in human form and was unable to shift into his dragon form in his early years. He was sent to a small village and raised by an aged man who was a servant to the dragon. His mother feared that the "human" child would be torn to pieces by its siblings. As his human body matured, he remained unable and unaware that he could shift into a dragon, thinking he was cursed with eternal youth. Years went by, he could not produce offspring but was not lame, he married and quickly outlived his spouses. Burying them, some called him a demon, when those rumors spread he packed up and left. Traveling the world, he learned languages long dead and took on lovers to pass his time. In his search for his origins, he watched the world grow and flourish. The only man who could explain his origins, had died long ago, even his memories could not place him back to his birthplace. <br><br>Warlords rose and fell, women came and went, books were read and made obsolete for the male who seemed to avoid death at all cost. Even seeking death in war would not come to him, years of refining the art of war left him a capable solider and a charismatic leader. Then he did not care for this life, to live only to kill and watch other die. He grew distant from humans and moved across the world faster, never staying in one place for long. Vektor slowly faded into the times, years turned to decades, decades into centuries and then he found the red drake Tan Rinn. He had found himself serving for the time being in army of a man who commanded respect, this Khan who came of humble origins. Something about the woman he kept, drew him to her, the vicious dragon mocked him and laughed at his ignorance. For a being to live so long, without a purpose and a dragon at that. He wished to learn more of his "people" and these "septs" where to look, but before he could gather more info he was sentenced to die by the Khan himself, instead of fighting he fled with a new goal, find more of his kind. <br><br>All the information that was written on the subject was all he had to reference to. He was not a fire breathing creature with wings and scales that seemed exaggerated. In a land which later became known as the "middle east" he learned the most of dragons, from epic tails of humans who slayed his kind. Humans hunted his kind? Killed the kind he had never seen besides the red one decades before? The rage consumed him and triggered his very own transformation. Any resistance he killed, there would be no heroes to retell a tale of his slaying. He grew to despise the people he resembled, claiming a cave in the mountains as his home, speaking to them and demanding their tribute or death would find them all. <br><br>(http://c2.api.ning.com/files/D86Jc33KcKolxI3R0UyiydeF-3Qm6QHy0GaxoPdjy6H0e7i0AOzhlpkV1GT1cGUjtzZkhOlwBnrXs7nsajM6ubPpeCD1*BMp/Deathwing_Cataclysm_3.jpg)<br><br>For the first time in his life he stopped moving, stopped traveling and faded into slumber. The Black Demon Dragon of the mountain legend began to die until two of his kind heard of his legend and sought to find him after centuries of isolation from the humans. Hunting in the night and feeding on their cattle and livestock, but none ever bothered to stop him.&nbsp; Awakening to humans in his lair he went for the kill, and they turned to dragons before his eyes, the male of the two quickly overpowered him. Embarrassed he submitted and prepared for his death, finally able to leave the world he had lived in for so long. <br><br>Had he been of another sept, he would have been killed for attempting to harm the current queen. He was spared only because of the rarity of his kind, a black dragon, the perfect age to find a mate for their daughter and future queen of all dragons. No matter how much he tried, he could not return to his human form, the queen returned to its offspring and the father remained with Vektor. It took him years to beat the dragon into shape, to control his underdeveloped powers and gain control of his body. In that time he tutored the boy in the history of his kind and mentioned that he would be consort to the young queen when the time would call for it. <br><br>With a new purpose in life, he absorbed the man's every word. As he was introduced for the queen, he became her new body guard and protected her from any dangers. Their relationship was not very quick to develop, never in his life had he met such a spoiled brat. She knew she was a person of importance and was not afraid to let it be known. All of that changed during one of her spoiled little tantrums, taunting him that he was impotent and incapable of pleasing a future queen, or fathering her young when the time came. After that night, they bonded with one another for eternity. <br><br>He now had a eternal mate and purpose, happily he devoted himself to his queen and to dragon "Kingdom" he served. By the time the world began to advance, he made sure to stay current with the times. Investing in small buisness that would eventually converted the legendary "Dragon hordes of treasure" into modern day currency. Like his queen, he dresses in the finest the world has to offer, living a rather extravagant lifestyle. <br><br>Powers &amp; Abilities: <br>Vektor is a highly disciplined martial artist/combat enthusiast, one of his hobbies in life was to learn all forms of weapon and unarmed combat. Years of war have made him a skilled opponent, capable of predicting his opponents next physical move in combat. (Precognition- only in combat, via muscle movement, body language, etc)<br>In-human like strength and speed<br>Wields a prototype high frequency blade (http://metalgear.wikia.com/wiki/Blade_Weapons)<br><br><br><br>His age has made his natural dragon powers stronger (In dragon form)<br>Dragon Breath- Able to manipulate his dragon's breath, to cover large areas or shoot them in stronger and more precise waves or columns. <br>Black Flame- An abnormality, which allows his flame to linger, after he shoots it. The flame is actually a liquidish material (like lava) that will burn until cooled down, the heat is so concentrated it appears black/blueish in appearance. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 21:01:58</strong>
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				-Grrrs-<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dasha Mordred</strong></span></span><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">General:</span></strong><br><br><strong>Username:</strong> Reign <br><strong>Race:</strong> Dragon<br><strong>Age:</strong> 621<br><strong>Sex:</strong> Female<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Preference:</strong> Violent Switch <br><strong>Title:</strong> Queen (Wyvern of the Black Sept)<br><strong>Mate:</strong> Vektor Huren<br><strong>Personality:</strong> Like most in power, Dasha suffers from the habit of the 'up turned nose'. Unlike many considered "royalty", Dasha makes it a point to know <em>everyone</em>. Never intimately of course, but through watchers and spies. Her gaze is calculating and subjective, making those that come under it's scrutiny feel targeted. It's hard for her to stop looking down on people, but with good reason. Towering over most at six feet, Dasha couldn't be prouder of her stature. <br><br>She craves perfection in an imperfect world. Taking extraordinary care of her human form, restricting herself to rigorous training hours on end. Although, she <em>does</em> stay true to her weyr side. Most of her body being marked with tribal tattoos of the <strong>black sept</strong>, in honor of them. Creatures of whom you'll see in a tiny army surrounding her, whenever she makes a public appearance. Her vibe is standoffish, but if she senses something she wants or needs from you, the her oily side usually seems to work it's magic. A smirk here and there are the basic signs of Dasha's happiness. Not a soul could make her <em>truly</em> smile, save her consort.&nbsp; When you've come face to face with Dasha in dragon form, your minutes are numbered.<br><br><strong>Background:</strong> Istanbul embraces two continents. One arm reaching out to Asia, the other to Europe. In the city's heart, the Bosphorus Strait, course the waters of the Black Sea, the Sea of Marmara and the Golden Horn. The former capital of three successive empires -- Roman, Byzantine and Ottoman -- today Istanbul is preserved with each legacy of its past immortalized in loving monuments to it's predecessor. So where are the dragon statues you say? <br><br>The variety that the Middle Eastern shores promised was what first attracted the dragon known as Mordred, and his mate to the it's shores. More than treasure and power, they loved <em>being</em> loved by mortals. Through their travels the couple and their sept kept close quarters with mortals descending from Princes and Sultans. Ensuring the humans peace and security, as long as the black sept was welcomed with open arms. The fall of Constantinople was what sealed their fate to Othman I El-Gazi. Bringing about the age of Ottoman. His empire was one that prevail over six centuries, as a world power. <br><br>Unexpectedly, in 1388 Mordred and his wife conceived a daughter. Giving them hope that the legacy of the black sept would flourish through her seed. Yet males of the other sept did not seem worthy enough to be claimed into the black sept. After securing their position with the human's it became her parents task to find Dasha a mate. <br><br>Growing up, the wyvern hardly saw her parents. Her bodyguard was her only playmate. A tutor was also assigned to help cultivate Dasha's inherited abilities. It was known that most offspring have the exact same powers as their parents. Telepathy and a subtle mind control tactics were her father's gifts, as well as concealment. Her mother's gifts were empathic abilities and healing hands. In Dasha, the empathic powers were apparent from the start. She could project and deflect others emotions against them. It wasn't until she reached puberty that she and her tutor discovered a miraculous surprise. As he relentlessly tried to force telepathy out of her pores, Dasha's temper triggered a dormant physical energy. Through physical harm of her tutor, they discovered that the wyvern possessed a mental force exuding from her hands that allowed her to move objects twice her size. <br><br>Living through the modern world with such abilities, Dasha quickly became the Sultan's favorite. While her parents were away, he gave her human tutors. They taught her democracy and politics, while the reigning Osman gave her lessons on how to rule an empire. <br><strong>Powers &amp; Abilities:</strong> Empathic abilities and telekinesis-generated by hand movements. Dragon/Human shape shifting. Fire breathing. Mortal hand-to-hand combative skills, and the <em>Aura of Evasion</em> while in dragon form. <br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance</span></strong><br><br><br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Amber with specks of gold spiking around her pupils.<br><strong>Hair Color:</strong>&nbsp; Brown<br><strong>Height:</strong> 6' 0"<br><strong>Build:</strong> Tall and toned<br><strong>Description:</strong> <br>(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/banner-1.png)<br>(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/OnyxiaTCG.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">(Compliments to my fantasy art dealer.)</span></div><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 01:57:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Kenneth Finnegen</span></span><br><br>(http://iconvsicon.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/normanreedus-1.jpg)<br><br>User Name: Kathadon<br><br>Race: Dragon<br><br>Age: 58 but looks about 24<br><br>Sex: Male<br><br>Orientation: Heterosexual<br><br>Preference: Dominant<br><br>Title: None yet<br>Mate: None yet<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Personality: Kenneth comes off as an almost stereotypical Irish rouge, which, in many ways he is. However he is far more complex than that. He can be whimsical, overconfident, and care free, but deep down he is rather bitter. Rejected by society for being a mixed up teenager and again by humans for being a dragon. Dragon society, and all the people who represent its authority, can shove it as far as he is concerned. He is superstitious and looks for omens in everything.<br><br>Since coming England he has adopted the philosophy of the road. It is life and most rules just get in the way. Although he is not interested in causing trouble, he is not above a little larceny to get what he needs, especially from officious snobs who have too much already. Mostly though he just wants to ride from place to place, do a little honest work, and get a few good meals and a nice bed before he moves on looking for his "Destiny." Whatever that is.<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong><br>(http://th07.deviantart.net/fs42/300W/i/2009/074/e/e/Green_Dragon___Magic_Fire_by_crow559.jpg)<br><br>Eye Color: Green<br><br>Hair Color: Dark Brown bordering on Black<br><br><br><br><strong>Background:</strong> An only child of a single mother, he was a rough young man, what in modern times would be called a juvenile delinquent. His mother tried her best and often cried herself to sleep at night. His home life came to a rude end, however, when his mother became the victim of an IRA car bombing on his 13th birthday.<br><br>Having no relatives to turn to, Kenneth feared being put into the Dublin social services. He ran, wandering the country, occasionally stealing to survive. Eventually he joined a circus as a roustabout and toured Europe for several years. He learned the trapeze, juggling, and some helpful training in basic electronics from his adopted family, and became close friends with an old gypsy fortune teller, Madam Sozaina. The elderly woman seemed to sense something in the teen and often spoke of responsibilities and destiny. He found a decrepit looking old bike in the back of one of the trucks and started tinkering with it in his spare time.<br><br>One day, while setting up for a show, a fellow roustabout was careless. A crossed wire causing a major circuit board to explode, sending sparks arching across the tent. Kenneth was hit full in the chest. Instead of being fried, however, the pain triggered his first change. All he remembers is blood and pain after this. Overcome with fear, grief, and anger, he hopped on his beat up motorcycle and rode away.<br><br>Deep in the country side, while resting against a tree for the night, Madam Sozaina appeared from behind a small boulder. The old woman walked calmly over and sat beside Kenneth, "You are special, Kenny, but not unique. I will show you your destiny, if you want to learn. But it is chilly here in the woods without a fire. My old bones already start to ache. Be a good boy and gather some wood for me will you?" With that Madam Sozaina waved him off to the woods to gather fire wood. Within the under growth he came face to muzzle with the large blue dragon. It walked beside him for awhile before flying off with a ear splitting roar. It had Madam Sozaina's eyes. He returned with an arm load of dry tinder and set about making a fire. As the first flames rose to the night sky the old woman just sat there, chanting and waving her arms around. A little smile creeping across her lips as she spoke.<br><br>Kenneth learned of his heritage that night, of what being a dragon meant. They spoke until finally Kenneth fell asleep. As the first rays of the morning sun cleared the trees Madam Sozaina was gone, he never saw the old gypsy again. By noon he was riding into Limerick where he booked passage on a fishing boat to Cornwall. Once on the shores of Britain, he got on his bike again, and has been riding ever since. Searching for the Destiny that the old gypsy spoke of and others of his kind.<br><br><strong>Powers &amp; Abilities:</strong> Kenneth spent the first 17 years of his life locked in his human form. Since his awakening he has developed his natural shape shifting powers to include mimic others forms. He enjoys appearing as famous celebrities and causing mischief on occasion. This skill has also helped him avoid attempts by the human authorities to talk to him about certain improbable thefts he has been linked to.<br><br>He has also developed the power to project his flame in human form from his hands. A useful trick that has surprised more than a few opponents that assumed the young dragon/man is an easy mark. <br><br>Years living in the rougher parts of Europe, Ireland, and Britain has forged Kenneth's fighting style. He is a bar room brawler beyond compare with his dragon strength. His time with the circus taught him basic acrobatics and he his a nimble tumbler.<br></div><br>Kenneth's Motorcycle<br>(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/2759026336_67893e5f26.jpg)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 02:42:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Nerina Stormhold</strong><br><br>Username: Treena<br>Race: Human<br>Age: 18<br>Sex: Female<br>Orientation: Bi<br>Preference: Male<br>Personality: Shy, sweet, and easy going.<br>Background: Nerina has grown up in her own fantasy world. When others laughed at her she dreamed of vampires and dragons. She dreamed that she was a fairy princess. She just wanted to escape the world that she lived in.<br><br>Appearance<br><br>(http://i624.photobucket.com/albums/tt323/moonshazel/goddesstreasures.jpg?t=1254703184)<br><br>Eye Color: Blue<br>Hair Color: Dirty Blond<br>Height: 5' 10" <br>Build: She has a small frame and an A-cup bra size. <br>Description: She wears loose shirts, tight jeans and skirts/dresses that fall to her knees </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 06:05:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Sharla</strong></div><br><br><br>Username: thebobmaster<br>Race: Dragon<br>Age: 360 in dragon form, 20 in human form<br>Sex: Female<br>Orientation: Bi<br>Preference: Female, dominant<br>Title: None<br>Mate: None<br>Personality: She is a classic vamp, using her gender and sex to get access to any places she has to be, without any preference to the gender or orientation of the target of her seductions. Despite this, she can be quite hot-headed in normal situations, and constantly feeling inferior due to her young age. While willing to help out, she is sometimes too rash in her actions, causing needless complications through her rushing.<br><br>Background: Raised as a normal British girl, she worked as an assassin based in England after she turned 16, leaving her family behind. After several successful missions, she was double-crossed at the age of 18 by her employer, who attempted to eliminate her rather than pay the money owed. Her anger at being double-crossed flared up, causing her first change into a dragon, and she remembers nothing for the next hour, at which time she saw herself back in human form, soaked in blood. Leaving the employer after taking the money he had on his body, she wandered, looking for some kind of link to what happened. It took her 100 years before she found out the truth about her heritage. Seeking out the Green Sect, she joined it, spending the rest of her time using her wiles and form to allow entrance into hard to reach places, learning how to control her dragon form better in combat if her transformation is triggered suddenly.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Appearance (Dragon)<br><br>Eye Color: golden<br>Hair Color: red<br><br>(http://i37.tinypic.com/24d25cm.jpg)<br><br>Appearance (Human)<br><br>Eye Color: Green (usually)<br>Hair Color: Platinum Blond (usually)<br>Height: 5' 11"<br>Build: Very lithe, with a skinny build, but strong muscles, and a slightly large bust.<br>Description: She assumes different forms depending on the type of target, but this is her preferred form. She usually wears a red bodysuit, keeping it tight enough to show her figure, and black motorcycle boots. She prefers keeping her hair long and in a ponytail. However, if the target has recently lost a mate, she will assume the form of the mate, in order to better her chances at success.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 15:27:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character Name<br><br>General: <br><br>User name: </strong> Lyric Taint<br><strong>Race:</strong>&nbsp; Dark One<br><strong>Age: </strong>350 (21) <br><strong>Sex:</strong> female<br><strong>Orientation: </strong>Heterosexual<br><strong>Preference:</strong> switch<br><strong>Title:</strong> Council leader<br><strong>Mate:</strong> <br><br><strong>Personality:</strong><br>Lyric is quiet a spoiled brat, don’t talk much but is accustom that every one listens when she say something. Being the only child of the love struck couple she got everything she wanted.&nbsp; Her mother was a free spirited, happy and a smart woman and her simple but righteous. Her mother never judged anybody and easily forgives anybodies mistakes. Lyric on the other hand appeared cold and emotionless; she would not think twice to take whatever she set her eyes on. She is Very loyal and would give her soul to defend her family believes and rules made by the elders. That’s why they lasted so long and in privacy. <br><strong>Background:</strong> <br>Lyric is daughter of a dark one who’s beloved was a witch, even when her father genes were dominant, she was born a dark one with a soul. She could be a beloved but wished she wasn’t, nothing scared her more than being tied to somebody for all eternity. On a tragic evening her parents were killed by the brotherhood with her standing on the side watching, before the council could send any one to save them. Lyric managed to escape but stayed hidden to watch how they died. The huge fire coming out of the creature was too much for them and lyric hoped they died before the fire touched them. Years after she found out it was a dragon but still haven’t found that one single dragon for her vengeance. He mother died before she got the chance to teach her how to be a witch, the potions and magic. If only she could get her mother powers without having to tap in her own emotions but that would take time because she is not one to mix emotions with work. Taking over the council at such a young age didn’t come without its trouble and soon she was challenged for her seat but easily outwitted the traitor. Not only the council but the family business too was under her care. Lyric hatred for the one dragon that killed her parents pushed her in against the possibility of mixing races. She thought of them as wild and feral creatures without any class, pure animals. Not the type you could conduct business with, without it ending into a big disagreement and races pulling out their weapons. She was against it and anybody against her rules was against the council and deemed not worthy to be part of the congregation.<br><strong>Appearance:</strong><br>Lyric is a tall slender and slightly curvy beauty, whose graceful walk turn heads everywhere she passes by. <br><strong>Strengths: </strong><br>strong minded and passionate <br><strong>Weaknesses: </strong><br>impatient, selfish, introvert, stubborn<br><br><strong>Powers &amp; Abilities:</strong><br><br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> green<br><strong>Hair Color:</strong> dark brown<br><strong>Height:</strong> 5.8<br><br><strong>Description:</strong><br>(http://hosting11.imagecross.com/image-hosting-19/5463lyric.png) (http://www.imagecross.com/)<br>Image Hosting (http://www.imagecross.com/)<br><br>not done!!!</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 01:50:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sin 'Subject 001' Chevalier </strong></span></span><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">General:</span></strong><br><br><strong>Username:</strong> Undisclosedtoyou<br><strong>Race:</strong> Dragon/Dark One Hybrid<br><strong>Age:</strong> Living for only five years, he has been scientifically and magically developed to that of a 17 year old boy, in both mind and body.<br><strong>Sex:</strong> Male<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual, leans more towards men.<br><strong>Preference:</strong> Submissive in the bedroom, but not so much out side of it.<br><strong>Personality:</strong> Slightly mistrustful of anyone who is not one of his Guardians, he for the most part is silent and watchful.&nbsp; Wherever he goes there is always an air about him, as if he where memorizing everything, learning, and processing things that others had seen millions of times in their lives.&nbsp; He lives with the constant feelings of being "different" from others, and as such unconsciously distances himself from those around him.&nbsp; But his feelings of inadequacy doesn't stop him from constantly acting out on his curiosity.&nbsp; &nbsp;There are times though, when he is threatened, that a primeval constitution overwhelms him, and his personality will change completely around into something dangerous and threatening.<br><strong>Background:</strong>&nbsp; He was created in a lab.&nbsp; Of course it would be unreasonable to say that he hadn't been held within a womb at some point in his young life, and he had, but the moment they could safely extract the specimen they did.&nbsp; Becoming solely dependent on life monitors, and machinery.&nbsp; The dependency expectantly put him in a coma, one in which he never moved, and never opened his eyes for one long year.<br><br>Those in charge of the experiment held little hope for the success of this trial, this being their first try at trying to put together a humanoid from the two very contrasting creature types.&nbsp; So it was met with great surprise when the news of a successful and thriving specimen was indeed in their hands.&nbsp; It was thought best that the mothers DNA be from a dragon, and it indeed was.&nbsp; A slim small silver dragon, of light features and unearthly beauty, the "mother" was chosen.&nbsp; Her strange reaction after the prenatal baby was extracted surprised everyone though.&nbsp; Once she had woken up from the surgery her face had twisted into a look of disgust, the words abhorrent constantly being repeated over and over again.&nbsp; Since it was obvious that somewhere through the pregnancy she had lost what sense she had, she was deemed unsafe to be returned to the public and locked away in one of their many obscurely funded mental institutions.<br><br>The fathers DNA was something else that had to be carefully selected, and since this was in the beginning of the cooperatives formation, the number of willing participants was not great.&nbsp; When they finally found a suitable donor, in the form of one Constantine Montoya, the research and genetic tweaking was on it's way.&nbsp; <br><br>When the baby started to grow faster than they had anticipated, the guardians had no idea what to do.&nbsp; Should they celebrate?&nbsp; Or should they fear that the experiment would grow too much, putting too much strain on it's body, and making all their troubles useless.&nbsp; All the worry was unfounded, no matter how much it grew, it remained healthy, with the exceptions of occasional drops in blood pressure, and dietary inefficiency.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>When the subject turned all of one year old, it was deemed ready.&nbsp; And in fact it was ready, no longer a baby, or even a child, but a boy of roughly 17 years old physiologically.&nbsp; When the experiment first opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of around a dozen men and woman wearing all white.&nbsp; their faces peering at him with looks varying from avid fascination, to a subdued seriousness, that had him feeling as if his skin was crawling off his body.&nbsp; His blank expression and motionless body had a few of the Guardians disappointed, but only long enough to be reminded that he was still nothing but a blank doll of a living creature, yet to have knowledge or experience imprinted into his mind.&nbsp; <br><br>With a long period of working in all out secrecy, the cooperative gave the Guardians the much needed buffer that was needed to teach it's new acquisition all that it would need to know to function properly to their wishes and expectations.&nbsp; The boy was like a sponge, soaking up any and all information given to him, but when the lessons turned to the theoretical discussion of emotions, he was caught.&nbsp; This subject more than anything confused him, and took more time than anything else to grasp.&nbsp; It wouldn't be until he had left the lab and his small room to enter the real world, that he would feel the first twinges of embarrassment, and trepidation.&nbsp; His interactions with strangers, both from his "world" and the human one, had him thinking about his own existence.&nbsp; He knew that there was something off about him, something different that seemed to garner immediate distrust and even disgust from those he met, but he didn't know what it was.&nbsp; He could have asked, but he had been taught to never speak about where he came from to people that where not his Guardians; and so he deducted that his off-ness must originate from his origins.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong><br><span class="bbc_u">Appearance</span></strong><br><br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Black with silver flecks, flashing bright Silver when his adrenalin is pumping on over drive.<br><strong>Hair Color:</strong> Black<br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'8"<br><strong>Build:</strong> Thin, but muscular.<br><strong>Description:</strong> <br>(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/prettyboy02Aresized.jpg)<br>(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Bresized.jpg)(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Cresized.jpg)(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Dresized.jpg)<br><br>(http://i725.photobucket.com/albums/ww251/animedragon33/black_dragon.jpg)<br><br><strong>Side note:</strong>&nbsp; Born without a soul, that was one thing his Guardians could not help, it wasn't until he had interacted with others, strangers to him, that he realized that there was an empty void where there should have been....something.&nbsp; When in times of distress, battle, sex, or great grief, his form will shimmer, skin rippling like disturbed water.&nbsp; His dragon form doesn't have a completely "solid" feel to it, while his scales let off steam which makes his form blurry at best. Suffice it to say that he tries his best to stay in a humanoid form.&nbsp; <br><br>It's hard to say whether he has a mate or not, it's questionable since his creation is tainted. He does feed off blood for nourishment, and he has a strange liking for metal, gold in particular, but all metal has a tendency make his heart pound.&nbsp; He breaths flame, and can withstand flame.&nbsp; He has a fondness for the earth, the dirt, and gritty feel of the ground beneath his feet.&nbsp; But he loves the feel of skin also, the soft texture of it, and the way it feels against his own skin.<br><br>His scent is off, while it's pleasant, like incense, it also puts supernatural beings on edge.&nbsp; His scent automatically makes people feel that there is something wrong with him, something not acceptable, and therefor distasteful.&nbsp; But there is no way to tell what exactly he is by scent alone, because he smells like neither dragon or dark one. <br><br>Sorry for the length of his history,&nbsp; I needed it to be long, in able to give some background information on the organization that this game is based on.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><br><br></span></strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 20:30:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Sir Luxor Engels</span><br><br><strong>Username:</strong> Shihong<br><strong>Race:</strong> Dragon<br><strong>Age:</strong> 1,371<br><strong>Sex:</strong> Male<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Preference:</strong> None</div><br><strong>Personality:</strong><br><br>Cautious.&nbsp; Discreet.&nbsp; Shrewd.&nbsp; Above all, patient.&nbsp; Sir Engels did not rise to a position of such affluence and adoration by acting rashly.&nbsp; His current influential status is the culmination of centuries of careful watching, waiting, planning, and manipulation of events, humans, and even other dragons.&nbsp; His is the way of the puppeteer, hiding behind the veil of anonymity and tugging the strings of history in subtle ways until achieving his own enigmatic ends.&nbsp; <br><br>It is extraordinarily difficult to define Luxor's actions as righteous or malignant when viewed as a whole.&nbsp; If a war is started that consumes entire nations with its bloody fire, who is to say that such a thing was not meant to happen?&nbsp; One may condemn him for the lives lost, but what if the survival of those nations had led to a far more cataclysmic conflict?&nbsp; Debating the morality of past deeds is a concept alien to one whose eyes so carefully scrutinize the future.<br><br><strong>Background:</strong><br><br>Born among the simmering sands of Egypt, Luxor was no stranger to the concept of change.&nbsp; The land itself was an uncertain place that could never be trusted.&nbsp; One had to rely on one's own mind in a place where the earth had no definition or discernible pattern.&nbsp; His father had long since fled to cooler continents, and his mother abandoned him to the desert as soon as he had learned to hunt.&nbsp; <br><br>Alone and without guidance from his own people, the young dragon became introspective.&nbsp; He would often stare out at the shifting landscape for weeks without food or water, doing nothing but attempting to predict the movement of the dunes under the tempestuous desert winds.&nbsp; He had no explanation for why he was compelled to do such a mindless task, but he did so with such intensity that his black scales became bleached white by the harsh rays of the Egyptian sun.&nbsp; <br><br>For twenty years did this cycle of contemplation and communion continue, until at last a great change came over him.&nbsp; He awoke from a deep slumber and looked out at the world and found a familiarity that he had never known before.&nbsp; Each particle of sand had their place and destination.&nbsp; He could see it with perfect clarity, see exactly where every individual granule would be minutes or even hours before it arrived.&nbsp; He no longer watched, but participated in the endless pandemonium of life.&nbsp; Luxor could be still no longer.&nbsp; He would need to become as malleable as his homeland required of him.<br><br>For years more did the dragon wander the endless wastes, but no longer was he a figure of quiet observation.&nbsp; He had looked into the sands and thought he understood the world.&nbsp; Now he sought to understand the body he would use to walk it.&nbsp; Luxor ran over dunes and arid plains simply for the sake of feeling muscles flex and strain from the glorious strain of movement.&nbsp; He soared through blinding skies to experience the wind rippling through feathers and hair and scales.&nbsp; He tore animals to pieces and exulted in the way flesh gave before his talons and blood tasted as it poured over his tongue.&nbsp; From his mouth he poured a flame as white as milk and hot as dry ice over the ground just to watch as sand solidified and became incomprehensible sculptures of writhing glass.&nbsp; He <em>lived</em>, in the most primal sense of the word.<br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/Dragon_of_Light.jpg)</div><br>One day he came upon a lone traveler out of Egypt as he sat in the shade of an oasis.&nbsp; The man's skin was deeply browned by the sun and had the texture of wrinkled leather.&nbsp; His eyes were blind.&nbsp; He wore only rags, and his possessions consisted of a few jugs of water and a pipe from which issued a faint green smoke.&nbsp; Luxor stood before him with a fascination he had not felt since his first years of life.&nbsp; He had never before seen a human. The strange animal seemed different from the ones he slaughtered for food.&nbsp; As was his way of dealing with all new sights, the dragon sat and waited. After a time the man spoke, and this is what he said:<br><br><em>"I welcome you, Great One.&nbsp; Your journey here has been a great many years in the making.&nbsp; You have seen much, and yet so very little.&nbsp; That much we share in common."</em>&nbsp; The man smiled, and the wrinkles of his face seemed to creak from the effort.&nbsp; <br><br>Luxor said nothing.&nbsp; He somehow understood the man's words, yet could not speak them in turn.<br><br><em>"I do not mean to judge you, oh Great One.&nbsp; You seek an understanding that few will ever know, whether their skin be of scales or flesh.&nbsp; The path you have started upon is the correct one, but even you cannot yet predict its ultimate destination.&nbsp; I humbly offer what guidance I can give.&nbsp; Now, if you will permit me...</em>&nbsp; The old man's milky eyes widened.&nbsp; <em>"Let me tell you of my kin."</em><br><br>Thus began the lessons that would form the foundation of Luxor's future exploits.&nbsp; Beneath the verdant palms he was taught the languages of the civilizations formed by the ones called Men.&nbsp; The laws of society were laid bare before him, as were the ones of human nature and conflict.&nbsp; His mind was opened to the full vastness of the world and its inhabitants, and to his place therein.&nbsp; He had become but a grain of sand.&nbsp; But now he could see where the winds would take him, and with his wings and mind control them.&nbsp; With enough time, even the smallest specks of rock could again become a mountain.<br><br>The man that walked into Alexandria in the early decades of the 700s was like one from a dream.&nbsp; He bore the marks and garb of royalty, though no one had ever before seen or heard of him.&nbsp; He walked the streets and laid his hands upon the sick and and dying, and in an instant their health was assured.&nbsp; He became known as a healer of those who had thought themselves damned by the powers that be, and great wealth was bestowed upon him by nobility that had been stricken by a wasting sickness.&nbsp; No illness seemed beyond his power.&nbsp; Lost limbs became whole, once shrouded lepers could look at the day with flawless skin, and barren women conceived children of great beauty and strength.&nbsp; For a time there were those who worshipped him as a god.&nbsp; A very short time.<br><br>Such miracles could not be overlooked by the magical beings of the world.&nbsp; It was not long before Luxor's work drew the attention of other dragons.&nbsp; Healing was an extraordinarily rare gift for a wyrm to possess, and many a dragon desired such a power to be at their disposal.&nbsp; A group consisting of those who had been crippled or injured in battle set their sights upon him, eager to regain their former power by any means necessary.<br><br>In their desperation they set themselves upon Luxor as he wandered through the deserts beyond the sight of the great city.&nbsp; Their appearance did not surprise him.&nbsp; Indeed, it was his flame that made the first strike despite their ambush.&nbsp; It struck hot and true, piercing through weakened scales and incinerating flesh from within.&nbsp; Organs boiled, bones blackened, and blood evaporated into a crimson haze.&nbsp; Those who managed to lacerate his skin were shocked as wounds closed before they had a chance to bleed, even as their own wounds erupted violently beneath the white dragon's claws.&nbsp; By the battle's end twelve of the would-be kidnappers lay dead or broken upon the rock, and the remaining three were too beleaguered to flee.&nbsp; <br><br>To them he offered an ultimatum.&nbsp; They would join under his command and obey him without question, and in return be healed of their wounds both new and old.&nbsp; Refuse, and they would be killed without hesitation.&nbsp; The eldest ones, a red and green dragon, agreed without question.&nbsp; The last, a black, accepted only after swallowing his considerable pride.&nbsp; So it was that Luxor became acquainted with the other dragon septs, and Arturis the Bloody, Helena Verd, and Menga of the Coals.<br><br>He vanished from Alexandria that very night, taking his considerable riches with him.&nbsp; The others traveled with him under the guise of servants and bodyguards, and served him more or less dutifully.&nbsp; Arturis' renewed strength far outpaced that of Luxor's, but his honor and shame towards his previous underhanded tactics would not allow him to seek revenge.&nbsp; He used his considerable experience to train Luxor in the arts of combat, both as a human and a dragon.&nbsp; Helena offered much in this regard as well, though her philosophy relied far more on improvisation than tried and true tactics.&nbsp; She also held many insights into the workings of the criminal element of the human race, specifically that of fraud, assassination, and theft.&nbsp; Though the two courted for some time, nothing serious ever came of it.<br><br>Menga provided something that Luxor was the most eager to learn: the history and politics of the septs.&nbsp; Before he had lost an eye and a leg he had been a somewhat influential figure in inter-sept diplomacy, and had much to teach his new master of the world his parents had deprived him of.&nbsp; Menga had a tendency to lord this advantage over the other, eager to accentuate his ignorance of the world.&nbsp; <br><br>For centuries they traveled together across the globe, interacting with dragons and humans alike, as well as many other species.&nbsp; Their destinations were always chosen by Luxor.&nbsp; They formed ties to many places and peoples, and amassed a fortune that went mostly unused and hidden away in various locations.&nbsp; Whatever plans their master had, he never told them.&nbsp; Often his actions seemed pointless or absurd.&nbsp; They never were.<br><br>One day the four were walking through a forest without clear aim or intent.&nbsp; It stretched onwards for miles, and contained an ecosystem so diverse that it brought to mind the dark jungles of hoary Africa.&nbsp; They traveled for days until the others finally realized that he had been leading them in circles.&nbsp; The revelation caused Menga to curse at Luxor in frustration.&nbsp; <em>"What lunacy is this!"</em> he cried, daring to push the other man against a nearby tree.&nbsp; <em>"Would you waste our time so frivolously?&nbsp; We stroll about for days!&nbsp; To what end?"</em><br><br>To this Luxor replied, <em>"Why Menga, I have heard these words before.&nbsp; Do you not recognize this place?"</em>&nbsp; He swept an arm out towards the canopy far overhead.&nbsp; <em>"You asked me the same questions many years ago, when I walked these same lands planting seeds in the very soil beneath your feet.&nbsp; This forest is the end of which you speak."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>The black dragon's animosity would only grow from that point onwards.&nbsp; Luxor's mind seemed incomprehensible and alien to him, fueling a fuming hatred that lay in the pit of his heart.&nbsp; He no longer had anything more to teach his master.&nbsp; While the others had accepted their fate as underlings and "companions", his pride would not allow him to lower himself any further than a life of servitude already had.&nbsp; But with their protection and Luxor's uncanny ability to predict, he would need to bide his time.&nbsp; So he waited.<br><br>It was not until the rise of the dreaded black wyvern Baltic that his chance finally arose.&nbsp; The mighty beast threatened the autotomy of the other septs to such a degree that even Luxor with his policy of careful detachment could not ignore the threat of domination.&nbsp; He was among the first to officially join under the banner of the Silver Dragons in protest of this egregious display of power.&nbsp; Only when Menga thought his master to be sufficiently embroiled in the politics and what seemed to be an impending war did he make his move.&nbsp; He led his black brethren to Luxor's Mediterranean estate with the intent to slay him, only to find Arturis and Helena waiting for them.&nbsp; It had been they that predicted Menga's treachery, not Luxor.&nbsp; They had sent him away the night before on some false business venture and remained behind to meet the traitor face to face.<br><br>The ensuing battle completely destroyed the colossal mansion.&nbsp; Firestorms turned both marble and gold into a molten sea that consumed the grounds in their entirety.&nbsp; The two were outnumbered and outmatched, but they fought on despite the gallons of blood that boiled out from wounded veins and severed limbs that cooked and blackened in the otherworldly heat.&nbsp; The sunlight that began to rise from the morning horizon paled in comparison to the hellish scene, but before midday the land began to cool once more.&nbsp; Arturis and Helena lay together amongst the corpses of their killer's, barely recognizable under the gore.&nbsp; Menga had survived the battle unscathed, allowing his allies to fall in his stead.&nbsp; Everything for miles had been turned to ashes.&nbsp; It was with a perverse pleasure that the black dragon looked out upon the forests that Luxor had waited years to see grow reduced to charcoal and grey soot.&nbsp; It stood as a symbol that his much despised master was not as infallible as he had been led to believe.&nbsp; But though his image of perfection had been shattered, the silver dragon yet lived on.<br><br>---<br><br>Engels Corp.&nbsp; The world's leading manufacturer of medical technology.&nbsp; Founded by the renowned chemist Sir Luxor Engels in 2003, the corporation quickly rose to universal acclaim with its production of Luxitone, a miracle drug used in the treatment of terminal diseases, such as cancer and AIDS.&nbsp; The mysterious formula has proven almost 100% effective in both eliminating and preventing the aforementioned diseases, along with nearly every other sickness currently known to man.&nbsp; It appears as a solid white liquid that glows faintly in sunlight, and may be ingested orally or injected.&nbsp; The substance is apparently derived from a previously undiscovered species of plant that Sir Engels keeps under lock and key for security purposes, but appears as a near-crystalline structure.&nbsp; The exact properties of Luxitone are unknown even after intense study, but no harmful effects have yet to be recorded in any patients.&nbsp; In addition to curing patients of nearly all known afflictions, those who have received Luxitone injections claim to feel significantly happier.&nbsp; Those experiencing the effects of depression claim to have such feelings completely dissipate after taking Luxitone.&nbsp; <br><br>Though there are many in the scientific community that scrutinize Engels Corp and its founder harshly, claiming that Luxitone should not be distributed until it is fully understood, their voices are completely drowned out by the intense support of former victims of cancer and AIDs.&nbsp; Sir Engels assures that Luxitone will always be available and affordable to the general public, though the sheer volume of his sales ensures the totality of his dominance in the field of medical science.&nbsp; The general public would not have it any other way.&nbsp; <br><br>What the apparent global addiction to Luxitone means for the rest of the world, few can say but Luxor himself.&nbsp; His contact with dragons has been scarce since Menga's betrayal, and he is now known as an extremely reclusive individual.&nbsp; He has given very little comment on the growing issue of Dark One/Dragon relations, though whether that means he has no interest in them is very difficult to ascertain.&nbsp; The world will just have to wait and see.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3d/Gentleman_photo.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 06:50:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Menga of the Coals</span><br><br><strong>Human Name:</strong> Elias Sangster<br><strong>Race:</strong> Dragon<br><strong>Age:</strong> 1,723<br><strong>Sex:</strong> Male<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Homosexual<br></div><br><strong>Personality:</strong><br><br>Menga is a creature that prides himself on knowing others more intimately than they know themselves.&nbsp; His physical prowess is as great as one would expect from such an ancient dragon, but his favored battlefield has always been one of the mind.&nbsp; It is this quality that allows him to stand out amongst the newer generations, with their tendency to be all spark and little substance behind their muscled frames.&nbsp; <br><br>His way is one of spite and craftiness.&nbsp; Menga cares little for any goals outside his own, though he has learned to fake loyalty and enthusiasm to such a degree that he almost believes it himself.&nbsp; He holds no illusions of grandeur, having long since realized that the title of Wyvern is one that he cares nothing for.&nbsp; Respect and recognition are the only two things he desires beyond revenge, though he is more than willing to resort to the most despicable and cowardly actions in the interest of self preservation.<br><br><strong>Background:</strong><br><br>In the ancient days he was a figure of considerable influence, working his silver tongue and uncanny ability to read others with the intent of resolving disputes between the septs.&nbsp; The gift of negotiation was rare in days where swords and flames spoke louder than words, and perhaps an ill suited one for that very reason.&nbsp; A political rival, feeling that he had been wronged in some way or another, made several attempts on his life.&nbsp; The last of them left him crippled nearly beyond recognition, his four wings cloven from his back and horns chipped away to nothing.&nbsp; He was left a hollow wreck of a creature.&nbsp; With no hope of continued survival as a public figure, Menga fled into a self-imposed exile.<br><br>It was he that first gathered together the wounded and destitute dragons from the Middle East and bound them together under a single banner.&nbsp; Their very existence was an anomaly amongst a race that held power in such high regard, yet he would not allow himself to simply wither and die.&nbsp; He manipulated those battered souls in order to protect his own scaly hide from harm.&nbsp; In the end they would prove a very brittle shield indeed.<br><br>He underestimated the strength of the fabled Healer of the Sands, thinking him to be nothing more than an altruistic young dragon that needed to be taught of the harsh ways of the land.&nbsp; That he would not only stand against them, but break them down to nothing?&nbsp; It was inconceivable.&nbsp; Only that omnipresent need to remain alive allowed him to accept the silver dragon's offer, rather than accept an ignoble death.<br><br>Years of being forced to serve under Luxor, the one dragon he could never quite fully understand, left him a bitter and hateful shell.&nbsp; While his supposed comrades grew to love their master and friend, Menga would not forgive Engels for having seen him at his weakest.&nbsp; He despised mercy and pity most of all when they were being shown towards himself.&nbsp; For a time he distracted himself by pointing out Luxor's weak grasp on inter-sept relations, but the fledgling soon outpaced him in the very field that he had spent centuries attempting to master.&nbsp; It was maddening to admit his own inferiority.&nbsp; He had come upon a being that defied definition.&nbsp; A truly Enlightened dragon.<br><br>He so suppressed his seething rage towards his master that it became a literal poison in his veins, turning his blood to black sludge and his once brilliant red flames into a caustic torrent of putrefying ichor.&nbsp; His bones grew crooked and warped from the heat of his thinly concealed raget, erupting from his flesh with a toxic sheen.&nbsp; Though Arturis and Helena pleaded with Luxor in secret to cast the malignant wretch aside or kill him outright, whatever mysterious code the dragon lived by would not allow him to do so.&nbsp; A costly mistake.<br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6e/Spine_Dragon.jpg)</div><br>The day the forest died marked the beginning of Menga's campaign of vengeance, one that continues in secret to this very day.&nbsp; He is the only one that knows that truth behind the founder of Engels Corp.&nbsp; Seeing the sizable wall his target has built about himself, the black dragon has redoubled all his efforts towards his service towards the Black Sept and its King and Queen, if only in the interest of seeing their wrath focused upon Luxor.&nbsp; Until that day comes, Menga of the Coals will continue to bide his time.<br><br>---<br><br><em>Though I refrained from giving a set list of abilities for Luxor, preferring to keep their full extent as secretive as he is, I see no reason why I should do the same for Menga.&nbsp; So here they are!</em><br><br><strong>Powers and Abilities:</strong><br><br>As an ancient black dragon, Menga has quite a considerable amount of strength at his disposal.&nbsp; Though he lacks the pure muscled bulk of some of his brethren he more than makes up for it with his serpentine frame and lightning fast movements.&nbsp; His intense negative emotions have had a severely corruptive influence on his body.&nbsp; His figure seems rather emaciated in dragon form, with bones either clearly visible or actually jutting out from his flesh.&nbsp; Nearly every bit of him is poisonous to the touch, from the toxins coating his teeth, spines, and scales, to his putrid blood and corrosive breath.&nbsp; These contagions seem to vary greatly depending on his mood or intent, ranging from powerful sedatives to lethal neurotoxins.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/Gentleman_Photo_2.jpg)</div><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eclipsed Northern Star</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 15:44:41</strong>
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				Username: Eclipse<br>Race: Human<br>Age: 17 turning 18<br>Sex: Female<br>Orientation: Straight<br>Preference: Male<br>Personality: sweet and innocent for the most part, fiery temper when angered<br>Background: Anita grew up with nothing but brothers so she has tried to keep some feminineness as she grew up and now she does have some of a fighting tendency but tends to try and be sweet and innocent most of the time. <br><br>Appearance: (http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/Faith_knight/untitled.jpg)<br><br>Eye Color: red<br>Hair Color: silver<br>Height: 5’5<br>Build: slim athletic<br>Description: wears a blue shirt beneath her black dress and wears gloves on her hands almost all the time.&nbsp; <br><br>(will put pic in later)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chea</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 08:09:31</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Celica Buenaventura</strong></span></span><br><br>User Name: Chea<br>Race: Human<br>Age: 18<br>Sex: Female<br>Orientation: Hetrosexual<br>Preference: None<br>Personality:&nbsp; As a fit,highly intelligent, and very beautiful teen, Celica is a very strong willed person and has a lust for power and grandeur aswell as being very opportunist. She has extremely volitiale temper and is very difficult to please being a bit perfectionist.<br><br>Background: Was born to wealthy parents and has no knowledge of the Dragon/Dark One conflict. <br><br><br>Appearance:<br><br>Eyes: Brown<br>Hair: Black<br>Height: 5'4<br>Build: Athletic<br><br>(http://i474.photobucket.com/albums/rr105/akime17/normal_black_hair_anime_56.jpg)<br><br><br>Strengths: Intelligence, speed, and endurance<br><br>finished for now....&nbsp; :-)<br><br>Edit: Thanks for the new pic Eclipse!&nbsp; ;D
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 16:43:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Grainne Ros (Meaning~ She who inspires terror/The rose flower)</strong><br><br><strong>Username:</strong>&nbsp; LadySky<br><strong>Race:</strong>&nbsp; Dark One<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; 300 +<br><strong>Sex:</strong>&nbsp; Female<br><strong>Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Heterosexual<br><strong>Preference:</strong>&nbsp; Submissive(In Bed ONLY)<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; At her birth, Grainne's mother foresaw two futures for her little newborn daughter. The flame haired girl looked as innocent as a rose, her mother saw a path in which she would find her soul and live a life of great love and happiness, filled with laughter and joy yet in another vision her mother saw her little rose becoming one of the most feared and hated Dark Ones on the planet, souless and cruel, bringing terror to any she encountered. Thus her parents named her.....Grainne Ros.<br><br>As a young girl, Grainne was a fiery mixture of laughter and wickedness. Always up to something and looking for trouble, she held most in the palm of her hand with her sweet smile and love for living. Now, 300 years later...Grainne is cold, calculating, and vicious. She rarely if ever smiles and does not even speak all that much anymore. The fire in her eyes died out long ago, leaving her looking hollow and empty, which in reality she is, hollow, empty, and alone.<br><br><strong>Background:</strong>&nbsp; Born in 1673 in the Highlands of Scotland. Her family was ancient, powerful, and ruthless, feared by many and respected by all. Her parents had found their souls, living with love and joy, celebrating the birth of 4 beautiful children. Her childhood was a pleasant one, at first. At ten years old Grainne experienced death for the first time. Her older brother Seth had traveled with several companions on a leisure trip, flexing their muscles alone without parents to guide them. Disobeying the rules of where to go and where not to go, the boys stumbled across a nest of dragon's, only two survived the encounter, dying within moments of reaching their home, right in front of Grainne's eyes.<br><br>In a killing rage, her father and other parents went and took revenge, starting a war that lasted for 3 decades in their remote section of Scotland. Fearing for their young, the parents hid their children in a magically protected castle unknown to even other Dark Ones. There Grainne discovered her special sight. Desperate to know how her family were faring in the battles she would stand out on the turrets and pray for a vision, one day she opened her eyes and discovered she was on the battlefield watching every blow, every death, as though she were truly there. Over the years she learned to call her ability at will, able to instantly transport her spirit to any location she wished to observe.<br><br>As the eldest child in the castle, Grainne took her leadership seriously, training herself and all the others to fight and protect themselves with skill. She taught them to read and write, finding great fulfillment in her charges happiness and security. All the young ones looked to Grainne for protection and comfort, she was their mother in all ways that truly matter through these dark years of war.<br><br>One night Grainne woke from a deep sleep screaming in terror, instantly taking herself to a battle that raged nearby. Her father, mother, several aunts and uncles, and more friends than she could recognize were trapped in a mountain pass, trying to get to the castle to protect the children. Immediately Grainne realized someone had betrayed them, someone had told the dragons of the hidden castle filled with children of the Dark Ones.<br><br>Grainne raced to wake the children, hiding them as quickly as she could before the battle could reach her door. Once sure that her charges were safe she transported herself once more to the battle, shocked to see only her parents still fighting. In horror she saw her father destroyed, struck down viciously. Her scream filled the castle and shook the walls, suddenly she found <em>herself</em> in the pass! Her mother turned in shock, seeing her young daughter suddenly standing in the mountain pass, clad only in a nightgown and waving a sword wildly, screaming in horror. The moment of distraction cost her mother her life, she was dead instantly.<br><br>Grainne spent only seconds on the ground, trembling with grief and pain for her loss. Realizing the dragons were heading to the castle she tried desperately to transport herself back but to no avail. She ran and climbed, tears falling the entire time, she knew she could never hope to make it back in time on foot.<br><br>Hours later she stood before the ancient castle, burned to nothing. Her tears dried, she felt her heart go cold, she turned and walked away, never looking back. Grainne hid in a cave for 22 years, simply thinking, studying, and planning. When she emerged she was a woman, fully grown and strong. She had perfected the art of tracing to any location she wished, never to be helpless in that manner again. She killed, she maimed, she was cruel and event the community of Dark Ones now shun her. Grainne has no care for others, her only true goal in life to discover who the traitor was that betrayed the castles location to the dragons....<br><br>Currently Grainne Ros resides in a plush townhouse in London, training and waiting, still searching for the traitor...<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong>&nbsp; 5'4/117 lbs./34B/19/35 Green Eyes, Red Hair, Freckles<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/73/Redhead.jpg)<br><br><strong>Powers &amp; Abilities:</strong>&nbsp; The Sight, Grainne can see into the past, present, and future. Dreaming visions, waking visions, all come to her at random. She also however has a great control over the sight, able to call forth visions in may cases. She can transport herself to other locations, simply sending a piece of herself and watching as an observer or sending her full body to various locations. She cannot travel through time however, she keeps trying though....<br><br>Great swordsmenship, she spends hours daily practicing with any sharp weapon she can obtain. Hand to hand combat, all manner of self-defense and offense. Most of her life is simply spent preparing for battle and war.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 08:01:42</strong>
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				<strong>Character Name:</strong> Tan Rinn Mitoga<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Dragon<br><br><strong>Sept:</strong> Red<br><br><strong>Title:</strong> Wyvern<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 1,025<br><br><strong>Birthday:</strong> September 2, 983, Sant Village, Outer Mongolia<br><br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Bright Blue<br><br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Pansexual<br><br><strong>Preference:</strong> Dominant/Violent<br><br><strong>Description:</strong>&nbsp; Rinn is a particularly large and healthy red dragon, with intense blue eyes and a sinuous body that seems to undulate forever.&nbsp; Her attitude positively radiates pride.&nbsp; Her every movement seems calculated to give off as much menace as possible, particularly when she assumes the form of a snake.&nbsp; As a snake, she prefers the form of a coral snake, although she rarely needs to use the venom thereof.<br><br><br><strong>Character Pics:<br></strong><br><br>(http://i440.photobucket.com/albums/qq125/1460311/Red_dragon_by_Isdrake-1.jpg)<br><br>(http://artofmanliness.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/coral-snake.jpg)<br><br>(http://www.cryptomundo.com/wp-content/gartersnake.jpg)<br><br><strong>Backround</strong>&nbsp; The Wyvern named Tan Rinn Mitoga was born 983 AD in outer Mongolia.&nbsp; She was an oddity among dragons, barely capable of breathing flame, or taking human form, which very nearly marked her for death among the warlike red dragons.&nbsp; Slinking away from dragon society, she took the form of a snake, and began to rule a village as the material form of the God they worshiped, giving the rulers of the village ideas when they looked into their eyes.&nbsp; Over her teenage years, (the years from 13-99) Rinn developed the ability to manipulate people's minds when they looked into her eyes.&nbsp; Whispering into their minds, she became more and more proficient in this ability, and found it limited only in that it was not particularly effective on supernatural creatures, and that those who actively resist it aren't susceptible to her whispers.&nbsp; However, in most humans, all it takes is a moment of hesitation while looking into her eyes to simply be told to relax, and let her power end their fear and anxiety...<br><br>Rinn's life continued idyllically, until the great Khan came to her village.&nbsp; The entire community was burned, its men taken into the army of Genghis the conqueror.&nbsp; It was then that she saw the true beauty of the humans she despised, their true potential.&nbsp; She traveled alongside Genghis Khan, nestling in the womb of one of his courtesans.&nbsp; Through her eyes, she witnessed countless atrocities and conflagrations, until the Khan finally reached Europe, and she saw in her bright blue eyes a land of opportunity.&nbsp; Insidiously, Rinn crawled from city to city, whispering into the ears of leaders lies about the practice of witchcraft, leading them in the dark to burn helpless victims in an auto de fe.&nbsp; For four hundred years, Rinn felt joy at watching the helpless "pagans" burn, her activities finally reaching a crescendo in 1666, when the flames she engineered consumed all of London for three glorious days. <br><br>After those days of her adolescence, Tan Rinn acquired a great deal of status among the red dragons of England, as she devoted herself to the study of alchemy, realizing the amazing possibilities of gunpowder.&nbsp; The red dragon buried herself in London, taking a powerful but boring red dragon named Mitoga as her mate in 1674.&nbsp; It was not a long relationship&nbsp; She proved barren, and blamed Mitoga for her inability to conceive.&nbsp; In a fit of anger, she tore Mitoga to pieces in 1694, on their twentieth anniversary.&nbsp; Rinn may not be the best at creating flames from her mouth, but she is an almost unparalleled fighter with tooth and claw.&nbsp; Tired of marriage, Rinn threw herself into helping the Britons acquire an empire, leading them to conquer her homeland, with the support of her sept. <br><br>In the environment of Victorian London, Rinn's power grew, as she committed her resources to an incredible project; the excavation of the ancient Roman city of Londinium.&nbsp; Importing massive numbers of slaves from the orient, the red dragons used the construction of the London Underground as cover for their massive efforts, creating a city for their own underneath the gleaming lights of the crystal palace.&nbsp; In the closing years of the 19th century, the wars between the septs of dragonkind cleared the halls of Londinium, and it became a lonely, haunted place, gutted by fires of Rinn's creation.&nbsp; Now, it is a dark, haunted place, accessible only by a few entrances deep in the forgotten sub basements of London, and a plugged up drain deep inside a cesspool in the London sewer.&nbsp; <br><br>By the dawn of the 20th century, Rinn's strength had grown to unparalleled heights, even as she hid her barrenness.&nbsp; The next great high for her came in 1941, when all of England burned in the blitz.&nbsp; Even as the flames satisfied her, the vicious Wyvern engineered the burning of Dresden in retaliation, bragging that the flames from her mouth consume entire cities.&nbsp; Ironically, the most beautiful thing that Rinn has ever encountered, the atomic bomb, proved to be what kept the flames at bay, forcing her to let the American invaders create their own empire.&nbsp; In frustration, Rinn allowed the British Empire to collapse like a bunch of dominoes, laughing as the entire world went into the painful anarchy of decolonization, wrapping herself up more deeply in her warrens in Londinium, in her fallen empire.<br><br>Every 70 years or so, Rinn takes a new human as her host, completely wiping his or her mind and using the victim as an extension of her will.&nbsp; Her current host is a man named Kent Relian, a prominent member of the defense lobby.&nbsp; Unknown to others, he is also a savant with firearms, thanks to Rinn's intense training program.&nbsp; Unknown to himself, he is an arsonist.&nbsp; Rinn is careful to engineer fires that can be easily put out before they spread, so as not to alarm the increasingly skittish humans, but she still cannot deny her greatest ambition; to see the world burn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 00:55:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>Nicolae Brana</em></strong></span></span><br><br><strong>General<br><br>Username:</strong> Reign<br><strong>Race:</strong> Dark One (Rogue)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 106 but looks to be in his 30s <br><strong>Birthday</strong>: August 3, 1903<br><strong>Sex:</strong> Male<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Undisclosed<br><strong>Preference:</strong> Dominant<br><strong>Personality:</strong><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Self-indulgent</li><li>Stubborn</li><li>Passionate</li><li>Sadistic</li><li>Psychoneurotic</li><li>Religious</li></ul><strong>Background:</strong> TBA<br><br><strong>Appearance</strong><br><br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Black<br><strong>Hair Color:</strong> Dark Brown<br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'11"<br><strong>Build:</strong> Muscular<br><strong>Description:</strong> <br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)<br><strong>Powers &amp; Abilities:</strong> Summoning<br>Dark and Shadow Manipulation<br>Pheromone Manipulation<br>Memory Manipulation<br>Superhuman Strength and Abilities<br>Night Vision<br>Wallcrawling <br><br>{OOC note: My main objective with Nicholae is to help steer the story and evolve the plot. <br>So the hunt for his beloved is taking a significant backseat, <br>leaving his role more opened for interaction with anyone and everyone. ;)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 08:49:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Arynn Gennes</span></strong></div><br><span class="bbc_u">General</span><br><br><strong>Username:</strong> Sydonai<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Dark One<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 1122 (Accurately)<br><br><strong>Sex:</strong> Male<br><br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Heterosexual<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Arynn had lived for so long that he could even divide his life into the current one and the previous ones that he could barely even remember now but he spend most of his time alone, for the first few hundred years after he was bought into this world he had a few friends and even lovers but none of them were his true beloved. Sick and tired with all of them dying due to old age and he was cursed to live forever and alone, Arynn could seem quite distant sometimes and anti-social, preferring to keep to himself. Fearful that if he were to start another relationship only to attend their funerals while he goes on living alone, Arynn had taken a more passive approach to society. Most of the time he can be found walking in the park alone and watching the skies in that longing expression, waiting that one day his one true beloved would walk into his life and end his pain once and for all.<br><br>Arynn cares little about the entire war between his people and that of the wyverns, opting to just stay of out of it, most would even assume that he is insignificant to the war as whole however his passiveness does not mean he is weak, being one of the oldest Dark one, Arynn possess terrible powers he could summon forth to defend himself if need be and in battle, that passive attitude of his can quickly turn into another side of him, the side of him that ruthlessly and mercilessly cut down his enemies even after they had surrendered, living for so long he understands one thing, that if he does not bring death to his enemy when he had the chance, it would soon turn into a quest for vengeance and before he would be overwhelm with so many enemies at the same time, he would cut them down whenever he had the chance.<br><br><strong>Background:</strong> Arynn was born into a peasant family that lived in the northern Europe during the ninth century, however, he was born orphan when the vikings of Scandinavia at the time raided his village and killing his entire family, it was unknown how he had survived but there was a story regulating amongst the survivors of the raid that after the Vikings had his entire family killed, the vikings won't even go near him and instead took what loot they can and leave his house, the infant Arynn was left there crying in the middle of his parent's bodies. Later on, he was adopted by a family of farmer and raised as their child. Arynn grew up as a weak child, always falling sick although no physician in the village or at the town could understand the malady that had befallen him, however one thing for sure is the way he describe this sickness to his foster parents as a hunger. He grew up with failing body until one day as he was walking around the town, he stumbled upon a wandering druid who revealed to him that he wasn't even a human to begin with. The druid having known a few Dark Ones himself, and even confuses them with the mythological Sidhes convinces Arynn that it wasn't his place to be here. Agreed to learn more about himself, young Arynn followed the druid and was never seen again in the village.<br><br>It was here that he learned the truth about his unique circumstances, that he's one of the dark ones and the reason he had always been sick all this time was the fact that he hadn't been receiving the proper nourishment as a dark one, blood. The later years of his life, he spent it with the covenant of druids and the dark ones. The dark ones trained him to master his powers and over the years Arynn had become a welcomed member of their little society and for the first time in his life, he felt he does belong somewhere. However, such peace and tranquility he enjoys was cut short with the attack of the wyverns. Arynn was never prepared to fight against such majestic beast and before long the druids and the dark ones he held dearly were all killed in a single night as the wyverns caught them offguard. Arynn escape with severe injuries and was carried away by one of a surviving druid. Once healed, Arynn set out again, to find these wyverns even after the druid who tends to him dissuade him from doing so. He was out for revenge and avenge he did, Arynn took another hundred of years later mercilessly hunting and pursuing those wyverns who had attacked his family and friends back at the covenant until finally that particular group of wyverns were completely destroyed by his hands alone.<br><br>The later years of his life he spends it amongst the human of the land, traveling the world and meeting new people, even finding other dark ones society, but most of those he had met either perished by time itself or by the war that ravages the two races. It was after this that the curse of soullessness finally had an impact on him, he would many times felt a hole in his heart as if something was missing and his life would be meaningless without it, attributing these feelings to the curse of the dark ones and being sick and tired of the constant conflict between the two races, Arynn finally returns home to northern Europe and settled in for a few years before finally moving to England when he receives a rather suspicious and anonymous letter, telling him that an old friend awaits him there.<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong><br>(http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d25/Deathbringer6679/untitled-3.jpg)<br><br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> brown<br><strong>Hair Color:</strong> black<br><strong>Height:</strong> 6' 0"<br><br><strong>Powers and Abilities:</strong> Physically Arynn is stronger and faster than ordinary human beings, he could as well leap twenty feet into the air and pounce on his prey before they could even react and tear them to shreds with his inhuman strength, however he had only used such brutal and to him, barbaric tactic once when he hunts for the wyverns in the quest for vengeance, ever since then he loathe to even used them preferring to use the ancient art of magic thought to him by the druids before their covenant was destroyed by the wyverns. His other power, enables him to conjure ancient magics of the druids and witches of the land he learned from the covenant before the wyvern's attack this include his famous phantom legion in which he summons up ectoplasmic entity that looks like wraiths to distract and confuse his enemies before the dark one moves in for the kill.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 22:28:20</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Astraea Alexander</strong></span><br><br>Loosely translated “star” and “defender”<br><br><strong>General:</strong><br><br>Username: ladyelizabeth<br>Race: Dark One&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Age: 300+<br>Sex: Female&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Orientation: Bisexual<br>Preference:&nbsp; Switch, but strongwilled.<br><br><strong>Personality: </strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Astraea is a strong willed woman.&nbsp; She grew up in a family that had to deal with the Ottoman empire taking over Greece and not having that much power.&nbsp; It didn’t stop her family from fighting against it.&nbsp; She developed a hard exterior that didn’t quite meet her interior thoughts.&nbsp; She fought for her family and kept her most inner thoughts quiet.&nbsp; She seems very sarcastic on the outside and towards other people. <br><br>Time has only made her more jaded but she still fights for the cause of freedom and peace.&nbsp; She hated growing up under the control of others and works to keep herself free from that kind of dependence. <br><br><strong>Background:</strong><br><br>Astraea was born in Renaissance Greece in 1699.&nbsp; Her parents were not happy to bring a female into the current situation.&nbsp; The Ottoman’s having taken over the Greek government made most of the greek citizens submissive to the new kind of government.&nbsp; Her childhood was mostly one of complaining then acceptance of the rule but still complaining about the lack of independence. <br><br>Around the age of 15, during the moments of growing up, Astraea found one of her powers.&nbsp; <br>Shadow manipulation.&nbsp; She could manipulate the shadows and often hide herself to others.&nbsp; It came in handy in a house where she had several siblings and parents that were overprotective of their only daughter. <br><br>The memory manipulation only came after she was caught in the shadows one evening.&nbsp; She noticed that she was able to keep their thoughts muddied and still keep her hiding spot.&nbsp; It wasn’t something she used that often but she found it to be a positive thing as her life went on. <br><br>As she grew into age, she moved from island to island working to restore peace between different Greek families but she didn’t consider herself much of a mercenary.&nbsp; She did odd jobs for people and found that spying was an easy task for her. After returning back to her parents, she decided it was time to branch out into her own place and was attacked by people who didn’t appreciate her meddling. <br><br>The attack was brutal and only helped to jade her opinion a little more. After periods of long time, she moved to a lavish town home in London and continued to her expensive spying for those who could afford it.&nbsp; This time, it was for a cause.&nbsp; The cause was peace between dark ones and dragons.&nbsp; One that she wasn’t sure could happen but was willing to risk her life for. <br><br><strong>Appearance</strong><br><br>Eye Color:&nbsp; Dark Brown<br>Hair Color: Black<br>Height: 5 Feet 5 inches<br>Build: Curvy.&nbsp; Size 10, D cup breasts with some padding.&nbsp; She has child-bearing hips as the Greeks would describe it. <br><br>Description: (Could be written, or a picture, or hell maybe even both.)<br>Astraea is curvy but definitely appealing.&nbsp; She is dark and desirable but able enough to fight against those she needs to.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1223/1294039356_7c7bdc6d7c.jpg)<br>(http://paganshop1.com/images/amprey.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 03:14:24</strong>
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				Username: Aiden<br>Race: Demon<br>Age: -unknown-<br>Sex: -Male-<br>Orientation: irrelevant<br>Preference: irrelevant<br>Personality: Machiavellian<br>Background: Endless<br><br>Appearance<br>(http://www.comicbookmovie.com/images/users/uploads/8829/JasonIsaacs.jpg)<br><br>Current and more frequent possession <br>Eye Color: Blue<br>Hair Color: Black<br>Height: 6'2<br>Build: Slim with dense/tone muscle<br><br>Purpose-<br><br><br>[WiP] <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wyverns Mate (Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 00:18:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Percello "Percy"</strong></span></span><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">General:</span></strong><br><br><strong>Username:</strong> <br>Undisclosedtoyou<br><strong>Race:</strong> <br>Eudemon (http://www.kelleyarmstrong.com/extras/eDemons.htm)<br><strong>Age:</strong> <br>Left Blank<br><strong>Sex:</strong> <br>"Female" - the body she has been given to use is female.<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> <br>Left blank<br><strong>Preference:</strong> <br>left blank<br><strong>Personality:</strong> <br>Large in personality, she doesn't take crap from anybody, with the tiny exception of her boss.&nbsp; But that's a little iffy.&nbsp; She basks in evil, and can do evil things, but the nature of the beast is for her to smite evil doers(usually in inhumane, and evil ways.)&nbsp; She usually gets uncontrollable bouts of homicidal moments, where she kills, or traps/tortures evil spirits within her own domain.&nbsp; Evil to her is subjective, "evil" can mean having a bad personality, doing bad things, sinning, killing, or just coming from evil(having a parent or grandparent that does bad things).&nbsp; She has a unique tolerance for other demonic beings, but some times the constant close contact with her boss pushes her over the edge, and she finds a particular glee in trying to kill him. <br><br>It was in fact a bad day for her when she found herself bound in service to a boss with the almost polar opposite homicidal tendencies that she herself has, but bound it bound, and she takes her job seriously.&nbsp; It can be comical that in one moment she'll try to kill her boss, and the next she can go all out in defending him.&nbsp; It's almost suspicious in a way, like she want's to be the one to kill him, and she won't allow anyone else to take that honor.<br><br>It's questionable whether she can actually go through with killing him, since all her attempts fail miserably, but she's a pistol and keeps on trying.<br><strong>Background:</strong> <br>Irrelevent<br><strong><br><span class="bbc_u">Appearance</span></strong><br><br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> <br>Left:Blue Right:Red; when out around the "cattle" she puts a glamour on that disguises her right eye. <br><strong>Hair Color:</strong> <br>Brunette<br><strong>Height:</strong> <br>5'10"<br><strong>Build:</strong> <br>Womanly<br><strong>Description:</strong> <br>(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/eyesresized.jpg)<br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><br><br></span></strong></div>
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