Post by rain on May 31, 2009 1:35:07 GMT -5
xxxxName: Quedridavyn (Sunback - hardly used or announced)
xxxxNickname: Davyn, Que [Kay] - only used by close friends.
xxxxAge In Moons: 72
xxxx Description:
xxPersonal: As a fledgling, he acted more like a female than a male- so far, he's learned to be more 'macho', and act the role of his gender, although he's more sensitive to the emotions of females (however poised and controlled a dragoness may be, they're still generally more sensitive). He dislikes others who are malicious without reason, but understands that everyone has the right to be angry with a respective cause. Prefers to treat others with respect, and expects to be treated as he treats others. Very patient. Likes to take his time with things, and not be rushed. Isn't extremely easy or hard to anger, but good at controlling himself (most of the time) when his temper is tickled. It's rare that he loses control of himself and forgets to think something through with logic and common sense, but it happens.
xxPhysical: Davyn can be recognized in a crowd because of his distinctive androgynous build and facial structure. He looks like an odd but graceful crossbreed between a western dragon and an eastern dragon- long, but not as slender as a traditional Lung. His hind legs are strong and sturdy with thick, nearly indestructible claws, while his front are lithe and still stable with more thin and sharp claws. The scales on his underside are white with a not-unpleasant hue of almost indistinguishable yellow. As you move up his sides, the white grows more and more colourful, as if his scales had recognized the unyeilding sunlight of his desert origins and absorbed the pure gold, yet slightly yellow-white, of the sun.
He has a crown of feather-like membranes going from his long, ram-like horns to his snout, adorning his chin like a friendly parasite (haha). His horns have grown long and curled over the moons, and they end in points meant for defense at about the midpoint of his eyes and prominent nostrils. 83 feet long, with a wingspan of about 100 feet (is he too big? Apologies if he is. ._.).
<His colouring will be more accurate in my picture, when it's done..>
His scales are 'softer' on his face, being more round, small and not as sharply pointed around the more sensitive areas, such as the mouth, nostrils and eyes. They grow gradually larger and sharper moving from his head to his wings and tail. The scales on broad area between his wings are formed growing more into each other so they don't cut something that would be carried on them, such as a pack for goods on long journeys.
xxxxHistory: Davyn's mother wasn't into finding a serious mate, so she found a male that wasn't that into her. Davyn ended up being raised by his mother alone, learning more of the delicate manners of a dragoness than the intense actions of a male dragon. His mother has told him of his parentage on his father's side, but he's never met his father personally. Davyn and his mother were both born in the farthest northern reaches of a large desert country. He left his mother shortly after she grew silly with her old age, and willed him to leave her. That was when he was only twenty moons old, and ever since he's been making a slow, unhurried and somewhat leisurely progress to [insert name of place here (what is the land in which this RP is taking place in called? Sheakria looked like a name of a dragon in the book summary..)].
He eats whatever small (or large) animals annoy him and animals that he pities- if something is fatally injured and has no hope of recovering, he'd kill and eat it. He doesn't mind eating greenery... If it doesn't get stuck between his teeth too badly.
xxxxOther: No current home: a wanderer of the lands. Hopes to find a permanent home eventually. Dreams of having a mate to love for the rest of their lives, with children who know their parents completely. Aspires to be accepted in a clan.
xxPowers and Abilities:
Davyn can shoot a blast of purple-fire from his mouth for a moderate amount time, maybe two to three minutes if bothered to. He's never really tested this, for there hasn't been a need.
He's a master at the art of mental shielding. He can also use his mind to attack others, causing confusion with a stream of complex problems and thoughts being directed at the core of another's mind. Of course.. he wouldn't use this unless he had to, or he was playing with lesser animals- if he was extremely bored.
xxxxPicture:
i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa81/KemikalMelanie/Art/quedridavyn.png
o-o; I drew it with pencil and scanned/coloured it myself.. I'm too lazy to finish! orz
Don't kill me!;
/edit
Oh, god. D: I overdid it.. again. I can make a summary to put at the top..? ;;;
xxxxNickname: Davyn, Que [Kay] - only used by close friends.
xxxxAge In Moons: 72
xxxx Description:
xxPersonal: As a fledgling, he acted more like a female than a male- so far, he's learned to be more 'macho', and act the role of his gender, although he's more sensitive to the emotions of females (however poised and controlled a dragoness may be, they're still generally more sensitive). He dislikes others who are malicious without reason, but understands that everyone has the right to be angry with a respective cause. Prefers to treat others with respect, and expects to be treated as he treats others. Very patient. Likes to take his time with things, and not be rushed. Isn't extremely easy or hard to anger, but good at controlling himself (most of the time) when his temper is tickled. It's rare that he loses control of himself and forgets to think something through with logic and common sense, but it happens.
xxPhysical: Davyn can be recognized in a crowd because of his distinctive androgynous build and facial structure. He looks like an odd but graceful crossbreed between a western dragon and an eastern dragon- long, but not as slender as a traditional Lung. His hind legs are strong and sturdy with thick, nearly indestructible claws, while his front are lithe and still stable with more thin and sharp claws. The scales on his underside are white with a not-unpleasant hue of almost indistinguishable yellow. As you move up his sides, the white grows more and more colourful, as if his scales had recognized the unyeilding sunlight of his desert origins and absorbed the pure gold, yet slightly yellow-white, of the sun.
He has a crown of feather-like membranes going from his long, ram-like horns to his snout, adorning his chin like a friendly parasite (haha). His horns have grown long and curled over the moons, and they end in points meant for defense at about the midpoint of his eyes and prominent nostrils. 83 feet long, with a wingspan of about 100 feet (is he too big? Apologies if he is. ._.).
<His colouring will be more accurate in my picture, when it's done..>
His scales are 'softer' on his face, being more round, small and not as sharply pointed around the more sensitive areas, such as the mouth, nostrils and eyes. They grow gradually larger and sharper moving from his head to his wings and tail. The scales on broad area between his wings are formed growing more into each other so they don't cut something that would be carried on them, such as a pack for goods on long journeys.
xxxxHistory: Davyn's mother wasn't into finding a serious mate, so she found a male that wasn't that into her. Davyn ended up being raised by his mother alone, learning more of the delicate manners of a dragoness than the intense actions of a male dragon. His mother has told him of his parentage on his father's side, but he's never met his father personally. Davyn and his mother were both born in the farthest northern reaches of a large desert country. He left his mother shortly after she grew silly with her old age, and willed him to leave her. That was when he was only twenty moons old, and ever since he's been making a slow, unhurried and somewhat leisurely progress to [insert name of place here (what is the land in which this RP is taking place in called? Sheakria looked like a name of a dragon in the book summary..)].
He eats whatever small (or large) animals annoy him and animals that he pities- if something is fatally injured and has no hope of recovering, he'd kill and eat it. He doesn't mind eating greenery... If it doesn't get stuck between his teeth too badly.
xxxxOther: No current home: a wanderer of the lands. Hopes to find a permanent home eventually. Dreams of having a mate to love for the rest of their lives, with children who know their parents completely. Aspires to be accepted in a clan.
xxPowers and Abilities:
Davyn can shoot a blast of purple-fire from his mouth for a moderate amount time, maybe two to three minutes if bothered to. He's never really tested this, for there hasn't been a need.
He's a master at the art of mental shielding. He can also use his mind to attack others, causing confusion with a stream of complex problems and thoughts being directed at the core of another's mind. Of course.. he wouldn't use this unless he had to, or he was playing with lesser animals- if he was extremely bored.
xxxxPicture:
i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa81/KemikalMelanie/Art/quedridavyn.png
o-o; I drew it with pencil and scanned/coloured it myself.. I'm too lazy to finish! orz
Don't kill me!;
/edit
Oh, god. D: I overdid it.. again. I can make a summary to put at the top..? ;;;