Post by shadowstalker on Jan 28, 2012 12:25:27 GMT -5
NAME: Shadow Stalker
AGE: 500 years
GENDER: Male
STANDING: Wild
BREED: Celeris draconis (with permission)
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
FEARS:
PERSONALITY: Shadow tends to be quiet and stay in the shadows, he hates anything loud from his years underground in compete silence; surprisingly for his large size he is completely silent, which he used to his advantage when either hunting or stalking the Villager or Vikings. He is normally very easy to get along because of his laid back nature; also because of his laid back nature it is not easy to anger him, but once he is angry, it takes a while for him to calm down. He tends to walk around as if he is sneaking somewhere from his years of stalking and living in the shadows.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Slanted silver eyes with black pupils, his skin is sliver-gray in color while his fur is raven black in color. Standing on his feet his shoulders are just a hair under ten ft. Five blood stained talons on each foot.
ABILITIES:
HISTORY :
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *********
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY: Shadow
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: About two years (but still new at it)
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR: He sat in the shadows watching them like he does every day. ‘Why do you allow humans to ride you?’ He thought as he lay down and watched the Vikings get on their dragons and fly away; he didn’t understand it, why would they allow something vile as a human get on their back then allow them to ride them, it was strange. He didn’t hate the humans he just didn’t trust them enough to allow them on his back; not after they hunted him down and tried to kill him.
He stood up silently and walked off; keeping to the shadows as he walked over to the Village and watched the humans move on with their daily life, he’s only been here for eight changes of the season. These Villagers are different from the Villagers he used to live around. ‘I am sure I will never get used to it’ He thought as he turned his sliver gaze over to the approaching Gronckle, he stood and walked away. 'What an annyoing creature, how any one stands them, I will not know'
He glanced up at the sky and let out a low hiss, tonight the sun will cover the moon; he will have to hurry back to his den and hide away before nightfall.
AGE: 500 years
GENDER: Male
STANDING: Wild
BREED: Celeris draconis (with permission)
LIKES:
- Stalking things
- Nights where the moon is full
- Quiet places
- Shadowy places
DISLIKES:
- Loud noises
- Being out during the day
- Terrible Terror’s
- Gronckle’s
- Humans (more of an uneasy feeling around them)
STRENGTHS:
- Speed
- Open fields and forests
- Having sharp eyesight
- Agility
WEAKNESSES:
- Can’t fly (no wings)
- Can’t breathe fire
- Untrustworthy
- His curiosity
FEARS:
- A place without shadows
- Lunar eclipses
- The sun
- Dying alone
PERSONALITY: Shadow tends to be quiet and stay in the shadows, he hates anything loud from his years underground in compete silence; surprisingly for his large size he is completely silent, which he used to his advantage when either hunting or stalking the Villager or Vikings. He is normally very easy to get along because of his laid back nature; also because of his laid back nature it is not easy to anger him, but once he is angry, it takes a while for him to calm down. He tends to walk around as if he is sneaking somewhere from his years of stalking and living in the shadows.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Slanted silver eyes with black pupils, his skin is sliver-gray in color while his fur is raven black in color. Standing on his feet his shoulders are just a hair under ten ft. Five blood stained talons on each foot.
ABILITIES:
- Telepathy: Limited. The main way the Celeris speaks to others. They can choose weather only one person can hear them or everyone. The limitation is that they cannot speak inside someone’s mind if that person doesn’t want them to and if the mind is open, bits and pieces are only captured.
(They have an undeveloped larynx that only allows them to portray their emotions. Also the reason they can't roar.) - Venom: Limited. Very much like a snake, the Celeris’ fangs are able to secret venom, but only a certain amount before having to wait 2 hours for the venom gland to fill.
- Speed and Agility: Being wingless, the Celeris had conditioned themselves to be fast and agile; keeping them in top form for running from other predators (mainly aerial dragons) and chasing faster prey. The Celeris has two different speeds, the main one which allows them to reach up 100 mph but only lasts five seconds before having to stopping. And the second one is more of a gallop (used more for play and exercise then real hunting.)
HISTORY :
- He was born on an island far away from Berk and Hysteria; where he lived for years until the humans caught wind of him and tried to kill him.
- In fear that he will try and kill their animals for food; they called for Vikings to held rid them of him which forced him to go underground and sealing himself away, where he went into a hybernation for an unknown amount of years.
- When he came back out, the first thing he noticed was that everything was different; hating the humans of the island, he decided to hide away on a Viking ship. He soon found himself on the island of Berk, where he stalked the villagers and Vikings; and even at times other dragons, where he soon found a dislike for two of the dragon breeds.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *********
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY: Shadow
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: About two years (but still new at it)
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR: He sat in the shadows watching them like he does every day. ‘Why do you allow humans to ride you?’ He thought as he lay down and watched the Vikings get on their dragons and fly away; he didn’t understand it, why would they allow something vile as a human get on their back then allow them to ride them, it was strange. He didn’t hate the humans he just didn’t trust them enough to allow them on his back; not after they hunted him down and tried to kill him.
He stood up silently and walked off; keeping to the shadows as he walked over to the Village and watched the humans move on with their daily life, he’s only been here for eight changes of the season. These Villagers are different from the Villagers he used to live around. ‘I am sure I will never get used to it’ He thought as he turned his sliver gaze over to the approaching Gronckle, he stood and walked away. 'What an annyoing creature, how any one stands them, I will not know'
He glanced up at the sky and let out a low hiss, tonight the sun will cover the moon; he will have to hurry back to his den and hide away before nightfall.