Post by darso on Jan 13, 2012 23:52:39 GMT -5
NAME: Darso
AGE: 273 years
GENDER: Male
STANDING: Wild (For the time being)
BREED: Razor Horn
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
FEARS:
PERSONALITY: Darso, like most others of his kind, prefers to be alone, being a shy creature and living in the rocky sides of the canyon. But, he still likes the companion of others on occasion and doesn't mind having a few friends. He is a very timid dragon, though. Not one known for his bravery or determination, but for quite the opposite. On that note, he is a very peaceful reptilian, always trying to find ways to prevent any kind of fight that he may get into.
He is very quiet as well, not one to speak many words to others, always lost in his own thoughts. He is very kind, though, and is always one to be concerned for the ones he cares for, though the number of such people is usually low.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Physical image HERE: Razor Horns are very bulky dragons, their fore and hind legs very muscular and powerful to accompany their climbing abilities. Their wings, though a decent size, are actually very feeble, unable to maintain long times or distances of fight. The wings are usually used for quick escapes or balance. Their muzzles are long and narrow, helping them reach into cracks in the rocks to attain food. Along the bridge of the muzzle, there is a thick, medium sized horn on the end, followed by a variety of other sized horns that run from the muzzle all down its back to the end of the tail. These lesser horns aren't as long or tough as the main horn on the nose, though they resemble a shark's teeth in the way that should any fall off or become damaged, it is quickly replaced with a new horn. Along the cheek and jaw bone, there are five thin horns that gradually lead to a number of rough, slightly spiked scales that grow on the underside of the jaw.
At the end of their tail, there are three, narrow but sharp spikes, allowing the Razor horn to grip the rocky cliff sides much easier. Their tail is very flexible, able to wrap around things almost like a monkey's, though their tail is usually used for balance. Their scales are extremely rough and dry unlike the usual smooth scales of the other dragon species. Although they are rough and relatively thick, their hold of defense isn't very strong and it can be relatively easy to make a wound in them, the scales being easy to shift and part ways to create an easy access for weapons. But, on the upside, the roughness of the scales allow them to easily inflict damage onto soft-fleshed beings and, if ridden or scrapped unprotected, these scales can easily rub the skin raw or even leave a gash in the skin.
Their only real sense of protection is their hard-platted undersides, which are covered with thick chest plates that are primarily used to protect them from the sharp, unforgiving rocks they tend to reside on. As far as coloring goes, Razor Horns are primarily shades of brown and grey, though a few white colored pelts can be found, but they are usually rare to find. Darso, in relation to most others, has a very light tan pelt and a dark grey underside. His eyes are a dark brown, though they hold a lighter brown around the edges.
ABILITIES: Fire-breathing: Razor Horns aren't highly equipped with their fire-breathing abilities. While they can shot fire at long distances, their flame isn't really as hot as most others.
Climbing: Razor Horns are excellent climbers, their thick, hooked claws allowing them a firm grip on the mountain and cliff sides and their strong legs help them climb long distances.
Flying: This ability is very limited, only really using their wings in short bursts in need of escape or used as balance.
HISTORY: Darso was born to a relatively small family, only having a single brother to keep him company. He had a loving mother, though his father was someone he hardly knew anything about, the male having left the family before their hatching. Living on a large hillside near Toothless' Forest, Darso had the luxury of having soft greenery to play and reside on instead of the usual hard, jagged rocks his mother always told him about from her last nest.
As he and his brother grew, the two began to become separate as the need for solitude began developing in the young dragons. It wasn't long until Darso began wandering from the nest, his want to be close to others gradually dissipating. He was becoming a bit cold towards his brother as well, the two males constantly getting into fights and disputes at that time. As they came out of the years of a wrymling, his brother, Kron, became almost aggressive towards Darso, teasing and taunting the younger of the two. It was then that the young Razor Horn had been chased out of the nest he had always loved to call home. With his brother becoming territorial, though, Darso had little choice but to leave.
With the saddening thought of his brother in his mind, the male went in search for new land to reside in. On more than one occasion, he had stumbled upon a human or two, some with dragons, some without. But, he usually preferred to keep his distance from them, only approaching them when they caught his interest or when his solitude became a bit too much for him. Though, most of the humans he met would speak some kind of foreign language he could never understand, so the meetings would hardly last for very long.
Eventually, after a year or so, he found a very well formed cliff in the canyon he had flown through so often, surprised he had never noticed the formation before. After creating a reasonably well sized den, Darso remained in the cave for some time after, enjoying the lack of others. But, as he came into his older years of young adulthood, the Razor Horn became restless once again. Leaving the area he had grown to love and become so familiar with, Darso would wander through the woods or mountains to pass the time, sometimes in search for friends or acquaintances he could talk with.
But, his wandering had been a mistake. After a few months of wandering aimlessly, Darso returned to his den to find it over taken by his elder brother. The other male had become much larger and his unusual aggression had only gotten worse. It wasn't hard to guess that the Razor Horn had been chased out of that home as well, and it took some time before he managed to find another place to call home.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *********
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY: Vivian
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: 3-ish
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR:
AGE: 273 years
GENDER: Male
STANDING: Wild (For the time being)
BREED: Razor Horn
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
FEARS:
PERSONALITY: Darso, like most others of his kind, prefers to be alone, being a shy creature and living in the rocky sides of the canyon. But, he still likes the companion of others on occasion and doesn't mind having a few friends. He is a very timid dragon, though. Not one known for his bravery or determination, but for quite the opposite. On that note, he is a very peaceful reptilian, always trying to find ways to prevent any kind of fight that he may get into.
He is very quiet as well, not one to speak many words to others, always lost in his own thoughts. He is very kind, though, and is always one to be concerned for the ones he cares for, though the number of such people is usually low.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Physical image HERE: Razor Horns are very bulky dragons, their fore and hind legs very muscular and powerful to accompany their climbing abilities. Their wings, though a decent size, are actually very feeble, unable to maintain long times or distances of fight. The wings are usually used for quick escapes or balance. Their muzzles are long and narrow, helping them reach into cracks in the rocks to attain food. Along the bridge of the muzzle, there is a thick, medium sized horn on the end, followed by a variety of other sized horns that run from the muzzle all down its back to the end of the tail. These lesser horns aren't as long or tough as the main horn on the nose, though they resemble a shark's teeth in the way that should any fall off or become damaged, it is quickly replaced with a new horn. Along the cheek and jaw bone, there are five thin horns that gradually lead to a number of rough, slightly spiked scales that grow on the underside of the jaw.
At the end of their tail, there are three, narrow but sharp spikes, allowing the Razor horn to grip the rocky cliff sides much easier. Their tail is very flexible, able to wrap around things almost like a monkey's, though their tail is usually used for balance. Their scales are extremely rough and dry unlike the usual smooth scales of the other dragon species. Although they are rough and relatively thick, their hold of defense isn't very strong and it can be relatively easy to make a wound in them, the scales being easy to shift and part ways to create an easy access for weapons. But, on the upside, the roughness of the scales allow them to easily inflict damage onto soft-fleshed beings and, if ridden or scrapped unprotected, these scales can easily rub the skin raw or even leave a gash in the skin.
Their only real sense of protection is their hard-platted undersides, which are covered with thick chest plates that are primarily used to protect them from the sharp, unforgiving rocks they tend to reside on. As far as coloring goes, Razor Horns are primarily shades of brown and grey, though a few white colored pelts can be found, but they are usually rare to find. Darso, in relation to most others, has a very light tan pelt and a dark grey underside. His eyes are a dark brown, though they hold a lighter brown around the edges.
ABILITIES: Fire-breathing: Razor Horns aren't highly equipped with their fire-breathing abilities. While they can shot fire at long distances, their flame isn't really as hot as most others.
Climbing: Razor Horns are excellent climbers, their thick, hooked claws allowing them a firm grip on the mountain and cliff sides and their strong legs help them climb long distances.
Flying: This ability is very limited, only really using their wings in short bursts in need of escape or used as balance.
HISTORY: Darso was born to a relatively small family, only having a single brother to keep him company. He had a loving mother, though his father was someone he hardly knew anything about, the male having left the family before their hatching. Living on a large hillside near Toothless' Forest, Darso had the luxury of having soft greenery to play and reside on instead of the usual hard, jagged rocks his mother always told him about from her last nest.
As he and his brother grew, the two began to become separate as the need for solitude began developing in the young dragons. It wasn't long until Darso began wandering from the nest, his want to be close to others gradually dissipating. He was becoming a bit cold towards his brother as well, the two males constantly getting into fights and disputes at that time. As they came out of the years of a wrymling, his brother, Kron, became almost aggressive towards Darso, teasing and taunting the younger of the two. It was then that the young Razor Horn had been chased out of the nest he had always loved to call home. With his brother becoming territorial, though, Darso had little choice but to leave.
With the saddening thought of his brother in his mind, the male went in search for new land to reside in. On more than one occasion, he had stumbled upon a human or two, some with dragons, some without. But, he usually preferred to keep his distance from them, only approaching them when they caught his interest or when his solitude became a bit too much for him. Though, most of the humans he met would speak some kind of foreign language he could never understand, so the meetings would hardly last for very long.
Eventually, after a year or so, he found a very well formed cliff in the canyon he had flown through so often, surprised he had never noticed the formation before. After creating a reasonably well sized den, Darso remained in the cave for some time after, enjoying the lack of others. But, as he came into his older years of young adulthood, the Razor Horn became restless once again. Leaving the area he had grown to love and become so familiar with, Darso would wander through the woods or mountains to pass the time, sometimes in search for friends or acquaintances he could talk with.
But, his wandering had been a mistake. After a few months of wandering aimlessly, Darso returned to his den to find it over taken by his elder brother. The other male had become much larger and his unusual aggression had only gotten worse. It wasn't hard to guess that the Razor Horn had been chased out of that home as well, and it took some time before he managed to find another place to call home.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *********
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY: Vivian
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: 3-ish
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR:
[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]Silence; that was always one of the beauties of nature. With his rough scales scrapping against the rocky sides of his den, Darso quietly listened to the faint sounds his ears could catch. Even though it technically wasn't complete silence, the soft chirps of the birds overhead and the sharp tapping of the surrounding crumbling rocks brought him a sense of peace. Deeply inhaling, the Razor Horn gave out a large yawn, his tongue curling faintly into his mouth before he allowed it to lay back down and hang out of the side of his mouth. Tucking his tail beneath itself a bit more, the male watched the outside world from his own-dug cave, a project he was always proud of.
Eventually pulling his tongue back into his mouth, his thick, curved claws lazily ran over the dry scales as an irritating itch that continued to pester him. Unfortunately, the weak dragging of his claws over the irritated area did little to nothing. Growling with discomfort, he clumsily stood, his frail wings fanning out for a moment as he tried to regain his balance. Taking a moment to do so, he shook his head to rid his sight of the blurry vision that came with the brief loss of balance. Content when his sharp sight returned, Darso faintly ground his teeth together as he pressed his side against the rocky wall of his nest, dragging the pelt against it in hopes that it would help. To his dismay, the itch was still there. Sighing, the solitary reptilian gave up on his attempts as he stood at the entrance of his hand-made residence, staring out at the world.