Post by atlanta on Nov 1, 2010 23:27:17 GMT -5
NAME: Atlanta the Meek Bloodhound
ALIAS: Atlanta
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
STANDING: Viking in Training
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
FEARS:
AMBITIONS:
SECRETS:
She’s been trying to speak the language of the dragons her entire life. And she’s still not very good at it, but nevertheless she still sneaks out at night time with Fang to keep learning. She wants a real master to teach her, though.
It is also her fault that her brother almost died, but she keeps that fact hidden.
PERSONALITY:
Atlanta is the entire opposite of her name, and that is why she is a constant hilarity around her family. Well-known and ridiculed for her fear of blood in a village where blood is the price to be a hero, Atlanta is slightly hardened by her experiences. Sarcasm laces her words like venom, and for this her bark is definitely worse than her bite. Don’t underestimate her though- one can cause great pain without shedding blood.
Saddened by her own inequities to her village for her weakness, Atlanta once sought out a master whom she thought could teach her to abandon her fear of blood. It was a fear that he suggested would cure itself in due time, and so he sent her on her way having taught her to master the bodies touch-points. Single places on certain enemies could be hit with enough force that they would paralyze them, and not a single drop of red needed to be shed. Because of her new-founded abilities, Atlanta is also often feared.
She does nothing to dissuade the terror of others, since her remarks are typically biting and she uses rather large words founded upon her knowledge of ancient books. A book with the story of Hiccup and his dragon was the only gift her mother ever gave her, thus Atlanta sought to expound on her mothers apparent wishes. The knowledge of every book she could get her hands on was not wasted on her however, and she used it to learn to speak extremely well. Atlanta talks fast, and if she desires, often. However, time usually finds her in the mountains, on long runs with her dragon Fang besides her. Using his skill at tree-cutting, Fang was able to cut a path in the woods for her to run day by day, and she often retreats to his claw-made hide-away.
Despite her bitter outlook on life and it’s inhabitants, Atlanta is driven by the will to continue, and an underlying humor that those who speak with her long enough can find. She can be an extreme girly-girl when allotted, when it comes to giggling and not shutting up, however she doesn’t spend too long in front of the mirror…Oh, and she could eat more than Toothless in a week. Despite the exaggeration, she does eat tons and has no qualms about devouring massive ewe burgers and deer steak.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Atlanta is an average girl, average in height and weight, although she has some pretty wild brown curly hair that is highlighted blonde in spaces by her constant exposure to the sun. She wears brown cargo pants and a white tunic, belted by a black cow leather strap. Her shoes are stealthy moccasins, and she loves to wrap herself in wool coats to keep warm. Her face is heart-shaped, and her hazel eyes often display little to no emotion. She is about 5’4 and 118 pounds.
HISTORY: Born to the village, the eldest child of a blacksmith called Rowan the Deadly Bloodhound, Atlanta always got put by the way-side. Her brother, Ogthur the Horrendous Bloodhound, was always the perfect Viking child. Strong in wits and strength, he far bested Atlanta is all aspects of daily life. Eventually, it caused her to retreat into herself and seek somewhere to be herself, happy with the lack of expectations. Thus, the repressed girl fled into the woods with every spare moment she had, wanting to better her speed and endurance at running- the one sport that massive Ogthur could not keep up with.
It was the worst run in her life- and the best if looked at correctly. Deep into the stormy winters night, Atlanta ventured out into the woods. Ogthur had received yet another medal for his accomplishments in the training ring; a boy of just thirteen had succeeded his elder sister at almost every competition. Their father Rowan left that eve to barter for a Viking helmet for his son. Home alone with her angelic brother, Atlanta misjudge his ability to care for himself and his independence. She ran away from home at her own failures, leaving her brother home alone. Angered, Atlanta opted immaturely to make herself a new residence away from the life of her Viking family, unbeknownst that a dark green dragon was watching her every move. This decision only lasted a matter of hours before her lack of independency got in the way, and she realized her need for sustenance. Having scarce started into building her home, she ventured into the woods, arrows in hand. Not adept at using the bow, she shot out at a stag and missed it’s shoulder, hitting it through the head. The animal screamed and cried out in a hoarse voice of the forest, blood dripping onto the ground. The sight of the wet, sticky substance caused Atlanta to faint- the end of her expeditions beyond the village.
For a strange reason, the dragon hidden in the treetops made itself noticed, and swooped down to her. He picked her up in his gentle mouth, slipped her onto his back, and flew her back to the village. When Atlanta awoke the next morning in her father’s barn again, she wondered if it was all a dream. No timberjack had rescued her from her own weakness…
As she walked out of the barn, a burned scent hit her nostrils. Fire. The tongue of heated death. Her own brother, left alone, had tried to make his own helmet to please his father. In the forge, he had for once failed. The house burned down, and her brother bore the scars for life. It was her fault. As for Atlanta, nothing but a scabbed over wound on her knees from her feint spoke of her adventure. Too curious to continue on her daily life, Atlanta again ran out into the forest, this time ensuring her brother was safe at training, while she kept carrying a fresh mutton steak, seeking out the timberjack that she vaguely recollected flying with. He found her before she found him, and the timberjack was furious that a young girl who had already proven herself inadequate at taking care of herself would dare to come back into the forest. He flew from the treetops, growling something furious. He was shocked however to find her voice standing strong against his snarls. For one who was petrified of blood, she sure had a way with words.
“If your planning on eating me, get it over with. I don’t have all day you know.” She spat, and the dragon circled her cautiously.
“I came to thank you. I know what you did for me. It’s a fantastic thing, being rescued by a dragon. Just my luck, I bet my brother finds a dragon partner long before I do.” Her eyes blazed as she chucked the steak in front of the timberjack. He sniffed it once before swallowing. Expecting this to be the first and last of her visits, the dragon flew away. And yet, every single day Atlanta ran back mile after mile to see him, and they became fast friends. He respected and cherished her words, and she stood in awe of his power.
Together they could face anything. Atlanta recovered from a tragic past, in which her mother died of the sickness, and learned to cope with her hand in her brothers agony. She called him Fang for his aggression, and the way her bore his fangs at her even though he clearly had two sharp claws for felling trees with. The duo continue to work together, and Atlanta finally sought help from a master to over come her fear of blood. He informed her that it would run its course, and that it wasn't all bad. Her fears left her to Fang, right? And he taught her to fight using only her hands. If the body could be hit in the right places at the right angle, pain could happen instantly without a drop of blood. Thus, she's now a pretty feared girl, that Viking who hated blood.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY:
Father: Rowan the Deadly Bloodhound
Mother: Raven of the Dove’s Nest Bloodhound
Brother: Ogthur the Horrendous Bloodhound
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Her mother’s bow and arrow, a wedding gift between her parents, made of solid yew bark and cherry wood. The arrow tips were created by Atlanta’s father by melting obsidian and reinforcing the malleable rock with iron. Since she isn’t yet capable of using it, however, she simply uses her hands in a sort of ‘pin-point’ accuracy.
DRAGON NAME: Fang
DRAGON TYPE: Timberjack
DRAGON PERSONALITY: Where Atlanta is boisterous and often loud, Fang is the strong silent type. He enjoys his quiet time, and unlike Atlanta, he has great power when it comes to battle and is not afraid to shed blood. Often, he can be a bit too quick to temper, and growls thunderously at anyone who irritates him in the slightest. Thus, he prefers to be left alone. He is a kind soul to Atlanta though, and their opposite sides unite them.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: Essentially your average dragon, Fang is great at felling trees and cutting into things with his sharp wing spikes, as typicaly for his species. However, Fang has habitually learned to not only apply his spikes in search of food, but also to use them in attack while flying.
KEYWORD IN RULES: *********
ALIAS: Atlanta
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
STANDING: Viking in Training
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
LIKES:
- Long runs
- Her Dragon, Fang
- Free-falling from the sky
- Eating tons. (What? It’s sustenence. It’s good for you.)
- Talking endlessly.
- Arguments. Yes, she seeks them out to entertain her intelligence.
DISLIKES:
- People who insult her intelligence.
- Blood.
- Quiet people who don’t talk enough.
- Being looked down on.
- Anything involving too much coordination. She can be clumsy
STRENGTHS:
- She has lots of endurance built up by long runs in low-altitudes.
- Agility. Although her inability to aim well makes this practically ineffective in battle.
- Atlanta is good at seeing two sides of the same situation. She uses well-rounded reason and can argue just about anything.
- She is known for having a near bottomless stomach. If you could call that a strength.
- Having read multiple books, her crave of knowledge keeps her from becoming the stereotypical girly-girl.
WEAKNESSES:
- Extremely ticklish. You laugh now, but this gets in the way a lot.
- Girlish fear of blood.
- Clumsy lack of hand-eye-coordination.
- Food. It’s a distraction.
- Her endless love for her dragon.
- Often over-analyzes things. (What did he think when I said that? Am I right? Am I wrong?)
FEARS:
- Blood.
- Loss of loved ones. (Ex- her family, and her dragon.)
- Her own dreams. She often has nightmares, in which her family or dragon dies.
- Having to kill anyone or anything.
AMBITIONS:
- As is natural to those who grow up with the Vikings, she wants to become a Viking. However she is worried that she would make a very terrible one, since she doesn’t ever want to fight.
- Wants to learn to actually be able to aim with her inherited bow and arrow. Thus far, her own weapon of choice doesn’t even work for her.
- Someday wants to fall in love and get married.
Would love to do something triumphant for once in her life. - Practically every time she almost does something worthwhile, like get home in time to save her brother, she doesn’t get to finish. Someone else always saves the day before she gets a chance.
SECRETS:
She’s been trying to speak the language of the dragons her entire life. And she’s still not very good at it, but nevertheless she still sneaks out at night time with Fang to keep learning. She wants a real master to teach her, though.
It is also her fault that her brother almost died, but she keeps that fact hidden.
PERSONALITY:
Atlanta is the entire opposite of her name, and that is why she is a constant hilarity around her family. Well-known and ridiculed for her fear of blood in a village where blood is the price to be a hero, Atlanta is slightly hardened by her experiences. Sarcasm laces her words like venom, and for this her bark is definitely worse than her bite. Don’t underestimate her though- one can cause great pain without shedding blood.
Saddened by her own inequities to her village for her weakness, Atlanta once sought out a master whom she thought could teach her to abandon her fear of blood. It was a fear that he suggested would cure itself in due time, and so he sent her on her way having taught her to master the bodies touch-points. Single places on certain enemies could be hit with enough force that they would paralyze them, and not a single drop of red needed to be shed. Because of her new-founded abilities, Atlanta is also often feared.
She does nothing to dissuade the terror of others, since her remarks are typically biting and she uses rather large words founded upon her knowledge of ancient books. A book with the story of Hiccup and his dragon was the only gift her mother ever gave her, thus Atlanta sought to expound on her mothers apparent wishes. The knowledge of every book she could get her hands on was not wasted on her however, and she used it to learn to speak extremely well. Atlanta talks fast, and if she desires, often. However, time usually finds her in the mountains, on long runs with her dragon Fang besides her. Using his skill at tree-cutting, Fang was able to cut a path in the woods for her to run day by day, and she often retreats to his claw-made hide-away.
Despite her bitter outlook on life and it’s inhabitants, Atlanta is driven by the will to continue, and an underlying humor that those who speak with her long enough can find. She can be an extreme girly-girl when allotted, when it comes to giggling and not shutting up, however she doesn’t spend too long in front of the mirror…Oh, and she could eat more than Toothless in a week. Despite the exaggeration, she does eat tons and has no qualms about devouring massive ewe burgers and deer steak.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Atlanta is an average girl, average in height and weight, although she has some pretty wild brown curly hair that is highlighted blonde in spaces by her constant exposure to the sun. She wears brown cargo pants and a white tunic, belted by a black cow leather strap. Her shoes are stealthy moccasins, and she loves to wrap herself in wool coats to keep warm. Her face is heart-shaped, and her hazel eyes often display little to no emotion. She is about 5’4 and 118 pounds.
HISTORY: Born to the village, the eldest child of a blacksmith called Rowan the Deadly Bloodhound, Atlanta always got put by the way-side. Her brother, Ogthur the Horrendous Bloodhound, was always the perfect Viking child. Strong in wits and strength, he far bested Atlanta is all aspects of daily life. Eventually, it caused her to retreat into herself and seek somewhere to be herself, happy with the lack of expectations. Thus, the repressed girl fled into the woods with every spare moment she had, wanting to better her speed and endurance at running- the one sport that massive Ogthur could not keep up with.
It was the worst run in her life- and the best if looked at correctly. Deep into the stormy winters night, Atlanta ventured out into the woods. Ogthur had received yet another medal for his accomplishments in the training ring; a boy of just thirteen had succeeded his elder sister at almost every competition. Their father Rowan left that eve to barter for a Viking helmet for his son. Home alone with her angelic brother, Atlanta misjudge his ability to care for himself and his independence. She ran away from home at her own failures, leaving her brother home alone. Angered, Atlanta opted immaturely to make herself a new residence away from the life of her Viking family, unbeknownst that a dark green dragon was watching her every move. This decision only lasted a matter of hours before her lack of independency got in the way, and she realized her need for sustenance. Having scarce started into building her home, she ventured into the woods, arrows in hand. Not adept at using the bow, she shot out at a stag and missed it’s shoulder, hitting it through the head. The animal screamed and cried out in a hoarse voice of the forest, blood dripping onto the ground. The sight of the wet, sticky substance caused Atlanta to faint- the end of her expeditions beyond the village.
For a strange reason, the dragon hidden in the treetops made itself noticed, and swooped down to her. He picked her up in his gentle mouth, slipped her onto his back, and flew her back to the village. When Atlanta awoke the next morning in her father’s barn again, she wondered if it was all a dream. No timberjack had rescued her from her own weakness…
As she walked out of the barn, a burned scent hit her nostrils. Fire. The tongue of heated death. Her own brother, left alone, had tried to make his own helmet to please his father. In the forge, he had for once failed. The house burned down, and her brother bore the scars for life. It was her fault. As for Atlanta, nothing but a scabbed over wound on her knees from her feint spoke of her adventure. Too curious to continue on her daily life, Atlanta again ran out into the forest, this time ensuring her brother was safe at training, while she kept carrying a fresh mutton steak, seeking out the timberjack that she vaguely recollected flying with. He found her before she found him, and the timberjack was furious that a young girl who had already proven herself inadequate at taking care of herself would dare to come back into the forest. He flew from the treetops, growling something furious. He was shocked however to find her voice standing strong against his snarls. For one who was petrified of blood, she sure had a way with words.
“If your planning on eating me, get it over with. I don’t have all day you know.” She spat, and the dragon circled her cautiously.
“I came to thank you. I know what you did for me. It’s a fantastic thing, being rescued by a dragon. Just my luck, I bet my brother finds a dragon partner long before I do.” Her eyes blazed as she chucked the steak in front of the timberjack. He sniffed it once before swallowing. Expecting this to be the first and last of her visits, the dragon flew away. And yet, every single day Atlanta ran back mile after mile to see him, and they became fast friends. He respected and cherished her words, and she stood in awe of his power.
Together they could face anything. Atlanta recovered from a tragic past, in which her mother died of the sickness, and learned to cope with her hand in her brothers agony. She called him Fang for his aggression, and the way her bore his fangs at her even though he clearly had two sharp claws for felling trees with. The duo continue to work together, and Atlanta finally sought help from a master to over come her fear of blood. He informed her that it would run its course, and that it wasn't all bad. Her fears left her to Fang, right? And he taught her to fight using only her hands. If the body could be hit in the right places at the right angle, pain could happen instantly without a drop of blood. Thus, she's now a pretty feared girl, that Viking who hated blood.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY:
Father: Rowan the Deadly Bloodhound
Mother: Raven of the Dove’s Nest Bloodhound
Brother: Ogthur the Horrendous Bloodhound
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Her mother’s bow and arrow, a wedding gift between her parents, made of solid yew bark and cherry wood. The arrow tips were created by Atlanta’s father by melting obsidian and reinforcing the malleable rock with iron. Since she isn’t yet capable of using it, however, she simply uses her hands in a sort of ‘pin-point’ accuracy.
DRAGON NAME: Fang
DRAGON TYPE: Timberjack
DRAGON PERSONALITY: Where Atlanta is boisterous and often loud, Fang is the strong silent type. He enjoys his quiet time, and unlike Atlanta, he has great power when it comes to battle and is not afraid to shed blood. Often, he can be a bit too quick to temper, and growls thunderously at anyone who irritates him in the slightest. Thus, he prefers to be left alone. He is a kind soul to Atlanta though, and their opposite sides unite them.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: Essentially your average dragon, Fang is great at felling trees and cutting into things with his sharp wing spikes, as typicaly for his species. However, Fang has habitually learned to not only apply his spikes in search of food, but also to use them in attack while flying.
KEYWORD IN RULES: *********
