Post by storm on Dec 15, 2011 0:40:55 GMT -5
NAME: Storm
AGE: N/A
GENDER: Female
STANDING: Wild
BREED: Galewing
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
FEARS:
PERSONALITY: Storm has a wide range of personality. It mostly varies on her mood and how her day has gone. For an example, if it is raining, and she is unable to fly, she will be upset for the rest of the day or until it becomes light again.
When she is happy, she will fly almost everywhere she can get to. Up mountains, over valley's, hunting, and ask other dragons to race her. Storm will also create gusts of wind, just to amuse herself. Watching the leaves fly off of trees and float away calms her down.
On the other hand, she is aggressive, and if anything challenges her, she will not back down unless she is on the brink of death. She loves to fight, which is the reason she is not tamed. If she was, her rider wouldn't last very long. She will do dangerous stunts to avoid large enemies, and with a rider... it wouldn't end very well.
When someone or something is dying, or is deathly ill, she will stay by their side until they are better, or have passed on. She will mostly do this with fellow dragons. She does have a sweet, kind, soft side, inside her tough outer shell.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Storm is a pretty skinny dragon, slim, sleek, making her aerodynamic and . She has a long neck, body and tail. Her sleek legs fit close to her body, making flying smoother than most. Her long tail helps her stay balanced, almost like a nightfury's. All down her back, head to her hips, is fin with purple membrane's. They have no use, only for appearance. She has a long wingspan with purple membranes, and the rest of her body is black.
Her head has eight spikes that she uses to protect herself with. She has a long muzzle, and sharp, serrated teeth, which she also uses as a weapon. Storm has deep, purple eyes with no pupil in the middle.
ABILITIES: She does not use fire, instead she uses wind gusts and ice crystals, which are deep blue when fired. Using her wings to make gusts of wind does not color the air, but when she breaths it, it turns dark blue. She uses ice crystals in dire situations, for they drain her energy a lot.
When she flies, she does dangerous and sharp turns and dives to trick her enemy and get behind them for an attack. Once before, she has stalled and slammed into some tree's, an aftermath of fighting with a gronkle that made her wings buckle under the stress.
HISTORY: When she was very young, she was placed with the other to-be-bonded dragons. This is when she first started to hate vikings. A small one, around the age of fourteen, had come up to her, and tried to bond. It didnt work. Storm snapped and almost bit off the vikings hand. She barged her way, screeching and throwing random gusts of wind everywhere. She was followed and chased, but to no prevail. She had managed to escape her captives and flew into the woods.
When she grew up, now only 100, she had another encounter. This one she got battle scars. Some larger dragon, with a rider who didnt like wild dragons, had come into her territory. She was shot with arrows, slashed at and bitten. Something inside her kicked in. She slammed into the large dragon, barreling into it and bowling it over. Clawing it until it pleaded for mercy, she leaped off of it and watched it limp/ fly away. She had found out that day that she was a victorious fighter.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *********
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY: Storm or Stormy
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: 6-7 years
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR: (This is off on another Rp site, but the same character) Storm slowly walked through the desert, grumbling about how hot it was and how she hated it, even though she required heat, as she was reptilian. She shuffled her wings, re-positioning them so it was more comfortable, for they were becoming numb now. She wanted to fly, but she had to be careful in the air. Other dragons were much larger than her and they could make a quick snack out of her easily. She loves to fight, but is somewhat weak and is more flight than fight. Stopping near a cacti, she flopped to the ground, crossing her forearms and resting her head on it. She watched a beetle scurry past her nose, so she breathed out harshly and stirred up the sand, carrying the beetle with it. Lying on her side, she stared at a rock that laid on the sand. Motionless, inanimate, it just sat there. She sighed. A rock doesn't have to worry about anything. Nothing pushes it around and calls it stupid, or small, or weak. It just sits there, inanimate and non-living. She sighed, grumbling in her mind. So many things were running through it right now, it was very hard to concentrate on one single thing. Stupid rock... She stood up, shook the sand from her belly and took a running start. Panting heavily, she took a deep breath. One heavy down stroke to get lift. Then another one to keep speed. Her tail straightened out, and with a final stroke of her wings she was off the ground and soaring into the sky. Screw other dragons. Imma go fly. I don't care and from now on, I will never care. I will be as reckless as I want. Pick fights when I please, and find my own territory. She thought aggressively in her mind. Her brow creased with determination, and her lip pulled up at the edges in a snarl. With shear determination, she headed towards Garwood Forest, in search of a new place to call home.
(Link to that site: http://dragonspire101.proboards.com)
AGE: N/A
GENDER: Female
STANDING: Wild
BREED: Galewing
LIKES:
- Fishing
- Aerial Fighting
- Battles
- Getting battle scars from fights. Just to prove she isn't a weak dragon.
- Being free and wild
- Flying
DISLIKES:
- Dragons that are tamed (sometimes, it just depends)
- Vikings
- Creatures larger than herself
- Deep, dark water
- Crowded places
- Being cornered.
STRENGTHS:
- Flying
- Aerial fights
- Escaping tight situations
- Ground combat (Somewhat)
- Racing other dragons (Flying)
WEAKNESSES:
- Swimming (Her large wings make it difficult)
- Racing on the ground
- Running through tree's
- Fighting water dragons
FEARS:
- Being dragged under into the ocean
- Becoming tamed
- Loosing her wings
- Stalling and crashing to the ground
PERSONALITY: Storm has a wide range of personality. It mostly varies on her mood and how her day has gone. For an example, if it is raining, and she is unable to fly, she will be upset for the rest of the day or until it becomes light again.
When she is happy, she will fly almost everywhere she can get to. Up mountains, over valley's, hunting, and ask other dragons to race her. Storm will also create gusts of wind, just to amuse herself. Watching the leaves fly off of trees and float away calms her down.
On the other hand, she is aggressive, and if anything challenges her, she will not back down unless she is on the brink of death. She loves to fight, which is the reason she is not tamed. If she was, her rider wouldn't last very long. She will do dangerous stunts to avoid large enemies, and with a rider... it wouldn't end very well.
When someone or something is dying, or is deathly ill, she will stay by their side until they are better, or have passed on. She will mostly do this with fellow dragons. She does have a sweet, kind, soft side, inside her tough outer shell.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Storm is a pretty skinny dragon, slim, sleek, making her aerodynamic and . She has a long neck, body and tail. Her sleek legs fit close to her body, making flying smoother than most. Her long tail helps her stay balanced, almost like a nightfury's. All down her back, head to her hips, is fin with purple membrane's. They have no use, only for appearance. She has a long wingspan with purple membranes, and the rest of her body is black.
Her head has eight spikes that she uses to protect herself with. She has a long muzzle, and sharp, serrated teeth, which she also uses as a weapon. Storm has deep, purple eyes with no pupil in the middle.
ABILITIES: She does not use fire, instead she uses wind gusts and ice crystals, which are deep blue when fired. Using her wings to make gusts of wind does not color the air, but when she breaths it, it turns dark blue. She uses ice crystals in dire situations, for they drain her energy a lot.
When she flies, she does dangerous and sharp turns and dives to trick her enemy and get behind them for an attack. Once before, she has stalled and slammed into some tree's, an aftermath of fighting with a gronkle that made her wings buckle under the stress.
HISTORY: When she was very young, she was placed with the other to-be-bonded dragons. This is when she first started to hate vikings. A small one, around the age of fourteen, had come up to her, and tried to bond. It didnt work. Storm snapped and almost bit off the vikings hand. She barged her way, screeching and throwing random gusts of wind everywhere. She was followed and chased, but to no prevail. She had managed to escape her captives and flew into the woods.
When she grew up, now only 100, she had another encounter. This one she got battle scars. Some larger dragon, with a rider who didnt like wild dragons, had come into her territory. She was shot with arrows, slashed at and bitten. Something inside her kicked in. She slammed into the large dragon, barreling into it and bowling it over. Clawing it until it pleaded for mercy, she leaped off of it and watched it limp/ fly away. She had found out that day that she was a victorious fighter.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *********
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY: Storm or Stormy
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: 6-7 years
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR: (This is off on another Rp site, but the same character) Storm slowly walked through the desert, grumbling about how hot it was and how she hated it, even though she required heat, as she was reptilian. She shuffled her wings, re-positioning them so it was more comfortable, for they were becoming numb now. She wanted to fly, but she had to be careful in the air. Other dragons were much larger than her and they could make a quick snack out of her easily. She loves to fight, but is somewhat weak and is more flight than fight. Stopping near a cacti, she flopped to the ground, crossing her forearms and resting her head on it. She watched a beetle scurry past her nose, so she breathed out harshly and stirred up the sand, carrying the beetle with it. Lying on her side, she stared at a rock that laid on the sand. Motionless, inanimate, it just sat there. She sighed. A rock doesn't have to worry about anything. Nothing pushes it around and calls it stupid, or small, or weak. It just sits there, inanimate and non-living. She sighed, grumbling in her mind. So many things were running through it right now, it was very hard to concentrate on one single thing. Stupid rock... She stood up, shook the sand from her belly and took a running start. Panting heavily, she took a deep breath. One heavy down stroke to get lift. Then another one to keep speed. Her tail straightened out, and with a final stroke of her wings she was off the ground and soaring into the sky. Screw other dragons. Imma go fly. I don't care and from now on, I will never care. I will be as reckless as I want. Pick fights when I please, and find my own territory. She thought aggressively in her mind. Her brow creased with determination, and her lip pulled up at the edges in a snarl. With shear determination, she headed towards Garwood Forest, in search of a new place to call home.
(Link to that site: http://dragonspire101.proboards.com)