Post by Kenna & Fenrir on Oct 19, 2011 17:03:37 GMT -5
NAME: Kenna Sigmundr
ALIAS: Kenna
AGE: 28
GENDER: Female
STANDING: Berk village Blacksmith
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
LIKES: Crafting items, testing said Items, her dragon, Minor pranks, fire
DISLIKES: Rain, anyone playing with anything that is her, cold, being pranked
STRENGTHS: Diligent working, intelligent, effective crafter, very keen hearing
WEAKNESSES: not very proficiant with swords, short temper, attracted to fire, iffy long distance vision.
FEARS: Flying, not doing her work in time, insects (not a fully-fledged phobia, just really doesn’t like them), going underwater
AMBITIONS: Make the best ‘something’ in the world (or at least the area), have everything she makes finished in the most efficient time possible, prank Scratchet, to try and learn Dragonesse
SECRETS: she has terrible vertigo and is afraid of heights (thus why her dragon is one of the smallest). So she keeps flight to a minim so no one knows. she also has a secret crush on a non-specified character.
PERSONALITY: She’s a playful character, liking to mess around when she doesn’t to be serious. When she’s working however she keeps her mind on her work until it’s finished. She also loves to learn as much as she can and every chance she can she finds out any new information. She’s always striving for perfection in all fields but fighting, which she has learn out requirement and so that she can test what she has made.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: she has more of an athletic build, long mousy blonde hair tied behind her head into a pony tail and dark blue eyes, she mainly wears dark trousers, light shirts, black gloves and waistcoats. She has a young look to her and relatively attractive. Since the HB war, the left side of her face and her left arm has burns all over it and she's cut her hair short.
HISTORY: Ari was brought up by blacksmiths, so her career choice was sort of guaranteed. A few years ago she caught a terrible terror when she was trying to cause some havoc in her house, but rather than treat it as a pest, she tried to domesticate it, calling the dragon Fenrir. she found that was irritated that the dragon could understand her but not the other way round, so she decided to try and break the speech barrier and created a doctor Doolittle-esque language of grunts, snarls and the such like that Fenrir could use so that she knew what the dragon was trying to say.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: Blacksmith family
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Iron Hammer, (although she’ll use any weapon the she’s made with [with varing success])
DRAGON NAME: Fenrir
DRAGON TYPE: Terrible Terror
DRAGON PERSONALITY: The best description would be 'cat-like'. He's a very creature, and does fit the line of 'plays with his food'. Although he is very helpful for Kenna's work and outside of it, he basicly knows how to get her to do anything and to stop her being mad at him with ease.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: fire breathing
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *********
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY:Pime2
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: 0
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR: Kenna sighed slightly. She’d set a trap up right in front the hole, which she knew would have worked, But the moment she’d turned her back, Fenrir took a faster approach. Now all she had to show for her work was a burnt trap, a crispy wall and the slowly appearing smell of roasted rat.
Fenrir looked up at Kenna to see her glaring down at him. She didn’t even need to say anything, the glare alone summarised Kenna’s thoughts, and Fenrir knew what they were too. The small dragon made noises to give her the defensive message of ‘I wanted to help’.
“By possibly burning the house down?” Kenna protested, “I’d got it sorted in a safe way you crazy reptile!” Fenrir looked at her in the forlorn way that he always did at times like this. She kept glaring at him for a few seconds before sighing, “Why does that always have to work...” she smiled at him then knelt down, “well, at least the rat problem’s gone, shame the trap had to go with it.” She looked outside, “It’s probably time we get some sleep.”
Kenna was in the air, flying along a high speed. She dimly felt her hands clutching onto Fenrir’s feet for dear life, but most of her mind was preocumpied by the fear. Fear of flying, flear of falling. She was finding it hard to breath.
She started to feel herself start to desend, down to safety. She then made the mistake of looking down to see where she was going. She was over the sea. From bad to worse. She felt the dragon that what dragging her make a swan dive towards it as she started to scream...
Kenna’s eyes bolted open, she was breathing heavily. He whipped the sweat from her face. Great, she thought, another bad dream.
She tried to turn over, but something stopped her. She looked along her body, and saw Fenrir. She sighed again, he won’t move until he’s rested, and trying to move him usually ended in something sizzling.
Kenna closed her eyes, Might as well plan today now.
ALIAS: Kenna
AGE: 28
GENDER: Female
STANDING: Berk village Blacksmith
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
LIKES: Crafting items, testing said Items, her dragon, Minor pranks, fire
DISLIKES: Rain, anyone playing with anything that is her, cold, being pranked
STRENGTHS: Diligent working, intelligent, effective crafter, very keen hearing
WEAKNESSES: not very proficiant with swords, short temper, attracted to fire, iffy long distance vision.
FEARS: Flying, not doing her work in time, insects (not a fully-fledged phobia, just really doesn’t like them), going underwater
AMBITIONS: Make the best ‘something’ in the world (or at least the area), have everything she makes finished in the most efficient time possible, prank Scratchet, to try and learn Dragonesse
SECRETS: she has terrible vertigo and is afraid of heights (thus why her dragon is one of the smallest). So she keeps flight to a minim so no one knows. she also has a secret crush on a non-specified character.
PERSONALITY: She’s a playful character, liking to mess around when she doesn’t to be serious. When she’s working however she keeps her mind on her work until it’s finished. She also loves to learn as much as she can and every chance she can she finds out any new information. She’s always striving for perfection in all fields but fighting, which she has learn out requirement and so that she can test what she has made.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: she has more of an athletic build, long mousy blonde hair tied behind her head into a pony tail and dark blue eyes, she mainly wears dark trousers, light shirts, black gloves and waistcoats. She has a young look to her and relatively attractive. Since the HB war, the left side of her face and her left arm has burns all over it and she's cut her hair short.
HISTORY: Ari was brought up by blacksmiths, so her career choice was sort of guaranteed. A few years ago she caught a terrible terror when she was trying to cause some havoc in her house, but rather than treat it as a pest, she tried to domesticate it, calling the dragon Fenrir. she found that was irritated that the dragon could understand her but not the other way round, so she decided to try and break the speech barrier and created a doctor Doolittle-esque language of grunts, snarls and the such like that Fenrir could use so that she knew what the dragon was trying to say.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: Blacksmith family
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Iron Hammer, (although she’ll use any weapon the she’s made with [with varing success])
DRAGON NAME: Fenrir
DRAGON TYPE: Terrible Terror
DRAGON PERSONALITY: The best description would be 'cat-like'. He's a very creature, and does fit the line of 'plays with his food'. Although he is very helpful for Kenna's work and outside of it, he basicly knows how to get her to do anything and to stop her being mad at him with ease.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: fire breathing
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *********
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY:Pime2
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: 0
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR: Kenna sighed slightly. She’d set a trap up right in front the hole, which she knew would have worked, But the moment she’d turned her back, Fenrir took a faster approach. Now all she had to show for her work was a burnt trap, a crispy wall and the slowly appearing smell of roasted rat.
Fenrir looked up at Kenna to see her glaring down at him. She didn’t even need to say anything, the glare alone summarised Kenna’s thoughts, and Fenrir knew what they were too. The small dragon made noises to give her the defensive message of ‘I wanted to help’.
“By possibly burning the house down?” Kenna protested, “I’d got it sorted in a safe way you crazy reptile!” Fenrir looked at her in the forlorn way that he always did at times like this. She kept glaring at him for a few seconds before sighing, “Why does that always have to work...” she smiled at him then knelt down, “well, at least the rat problem’s gone, shame the trap had to go with it.” She looked outside, “It’s probably time we get some sleep.”
Kenna was in the air, flying along a high speed. She dimly felt her hands clutching onto Fenrir’s feet for dear life, but most of her mind was preocumpied by the fear. Fear of flying, flear of falling. She was finding it hard to breath.
She started to feel herself start to desend, down to safety. She then made the mistake of looking down to see where she was going. She was over the sea. From bad to worse. She felt the dragon that what dragging her make a swan dive towards it as she started to scream...
Kenna’s eyes bolted open, she was breathing heavily. He whipped the sweat from her face. Great, she thought, another bad dream.
She tried to turn over, but something stopped her. She looked along her body, and saw Fenrir. She sighed again, he won’t move until he’s rested, and trying to move him usually ended in something sizzling.
Kenna closed her eyes, Might as well plan today now.
