Post by ryuzaki on Jun 17, 2010 12:56:48 GMT -5
NAME: Haki
ALIAS: The Son of Slaughter
AGE: 18
GENDER: Male
STANDING: Outcast
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
LIKES:
*The great outdoors
*Being on his own or in a small group
*Hunting
*Raw Fish
*Meat, when well done is best
*Apples
DISLIKES:
*Raw Meat (other than fish)
*Large crouds
*Being inside a lot
*Fighting
*Cooking
STRENGTHS:
*Easy going - Haki pretty much takes it all in his stride
*Quick to learn - He picks up things quickly, especially when they could mean his survival
*'Street Smart' - He may not be full of intelligence, but when it comes to surviving out on his own in the wilds he knows what he's doing.
*Intuitive - He can figure things out, put the evidence together and draw a conclusion. Also good at reading people, can just about figure out when he's being lied to.
*Agile - he has agility and wit to get him out of tough spots, even without extreme strength or speed.
*Archery - Haki is a skilled archer and has near perfect aim with the bow and arrow.
WEAKNESSES:
*Slow - Haki's speed is a little less than average.
*Strength - Haki is not at all a muscular young man, he remains a little less than average.
*Unsocial - He is stinks at making friends and is generally bad at communicating with others.
*Swimming - He was never a very strong swimmer at all and still fails to master the technique of ramaining above the surface.
*Sword - He is a poor, to say the best, swordfighter with little to no skills in swordfighting.
FEARS:
*Water - He cannot swim and fears he will drown.
*Dragons - He was raised to be mistrustful of the creatures and remains fearful when around an unfamiliar dragon.
*Beefs - Having left his countrymen behind he fears what would happen should he cross their path again.
*Strangers and crouds - Haki has never felt comfortable in large groups of people, he remains cautious of strangers and avoids crouds wherever possible.
*Small spaces - when in a small space Haki begins to feel trapped very quickly and can become panicked.
AMBITIONS:
*To rejoin the respectible world of society without feeling the dangers of an outcast.
*To finally stand up to his father
*Someday to have a family of his own, with a little land and some livestock. To live a simple life.
*To be remembered, for once, as the one to have done the right thing.
*To prove himself.
SECRETS:
*Is in fact a a son of Hysteria. His father was a fierce warrier among them.
*He ran from his first battle like a coward, too pathetic to slaughter the dragons that they fought.
PERSONALITY:
Haki is the sort who keeps to himself, though living as an outcast he has little option. He finds all the comfort and companionship he needs in Fari. He is generally a laid back sort of person who prefers to keep out of fights and sit back, relaxing and enjoying life as much as he can, but in the safest and most cautious way he can find. A life of solitude for years has driven him to the verge of madness and just before he cracked he was liberated by Fari, and is as such incredibly loyal and devoted to the dragon, they are almost like brothers. He can be fierce when he wants to be, though this is usually contained to a simple display of intimidation rather than a fight, which he will usually avoid at all costs.
He has never been good with people, he can read their emotions well and usually guess with a fair degree of accuracy their feelings, thoughts and predict, roughly enough, their actions. This serves him little purpose however as his time alone has created a certain oddness in his behaviour, his interaction with other humans has become limited and he usually says very little, or says something so utterly random and insane that nobody would actually want to hang around for long. This is one of the reasons he is unsuited to being in large groups, he would find it incredibly difficult to deal with so many people at one time. Haki is a free spirit, he likes to go and do as he pleases, should it be a danger free path, and hates to be confined to any space. This all makes him fairly well suited to his life.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Haki is skinny, he would perhaps even be described as scrawny, what little meat he does have is muscle, though there is very little strength behind it. He has long, overgrown and matted black hair that is almost always tied back with a tattered old length of cloth. His skin is fair and freckled around his nose but usually so mucky that he appears darker. His eyes are a sharp and piercing colour of green, so intense that they themselves usually work to intimidate and give him a look of coldness and at the same time madness, an attribute condemned by his abnormally large pupils. His attire is simple, a worn old jerkin pulled over his head made of some hide that had worn fairly thin, no longer having sleeves and a pair of leggings, similar in simplicty to the jerkin. And finally to complete his look he was clad in a pair of thick deerhide boots, that protected his feet and lower legs fairly well against the harsh forest floor. Haki almost always has a quiver of arrows on his back and a bow either across his chest or in his hand.
HISTORY:
Haki was, as you may already know, a member of the Hysteria clan. His father was a celebrated warrier and knows as 'Gluck, Prince of Dragon Slaughter' and was the brother of the clans leader. Life was good enough, his mother was caring and assured him that some day he would live up to his father's expectations and kill a dragon of his own. Haki was perhaps ten years old when he stumbled across the corpse of a dead dragon, lay in a clearing where he usually went to play. The beuatiful creature curled up in the ground, it's eyes open but unseeing and glazed. A girl shrieked as she ran out of the tree and into the clearing behind him then ran back towards the village. He was left alone in the clearing, the hot summer sun striking his face and back and illuminating the scaly corpse with golden light.
The villages came, they didin't give him a chance to explain, they simply assumed. They assumed that he had inherited his fathers strength and cunning and need to kill dragons, that he had slaughtered the great beast. A title came in place of his name whenever the villages spoke to him, 'The Son of Slaughter'. He hated it, he hadn't killed that creature, he doubted that he could have if he had wanted to. Still, for now his flaws and physical weakness were forgotten in a rush of fame that he loathed with tremendous passion. As he grew the occasion was slowly forgotten and his lack of...well viking skill began to be noticed yet again. He was slow, he was weak and while he could make a retort that would outwit any member of the clan he couldn't match a single one of them in battle for more than a few moments, the only viking activity he seemed to show any skill at was archery, which he practiced whenever he could and enjoyed greatly.
He was a little past thirteen when his father decided it was time for his first battle. They were to attack a colony of dragons that had nested against a cliff, and he was to fight alongside them being of age now. His mother worried of course, but his father had not forgotten the incident of some three years ago and still believed firmly that his son had killed a full grown dragon single handedly and come out of it completely unscathed, though Haki had tried many times to explain the truth of that day his farther seemed incapable to listen. They were loaded up into the long boats and Haki was dressed in his simple but thick hides, his bow and quiver of arrows with him, his grandfather's shield in his hand, his uncle's sword hung to his belt and his father glancing back at him reguarly to look proudly on his child.
The battle however was a mistake. The dragons watched them approach, and while they all looked up at the cliffs, at the creatures, cautiously they listened to an old man at the back of the boat telling the story of those traitors across the sea, who captured and tamed dragons. Those who turned their backs on the tactics that had kept vikings alive for hundreds of years, those who had dismissed it all because of one boys weakness. Secretly Haki had always listened to the story in awe, the tale had been told for as long as he could remember, warriers had, several times, in his lifetime left to fight the people of Berk, to kill their dragons and show them the truth path of the viking once more. But Haki listened to these tales of humans riding dragons and wished he could have been born there, that he could have lived that life.
The dragons were not the first to attack, Haki's father provoked them by having rocks fired at their nests. Angry parents swarmed, claws and biting whoever they could. There were a range of species there, and they were attacking fiercely but loosing dearly for their efforts. With the numbers of dragons plumetting more and more of the men were pressing forward, clambering up into the cliffs to attack the creatures first hand. A boat was left unguarded and in a swift moment Haki decided he wouldn't live like this. He took one of the small boats and paddled away, un-noticed by his battling comrades. He couldn't kill dragons, he never could, they were just too....beuatiful.
He had been alone on some unknown island for a little over a year, perhaps. Time meant nothing any more, the seasons melted together with the weeks and months. The only thing that he could really be sure of now was day an night. In his haste he had learned nothing of survival, but he learned quickly, finding foods he recognised, learning what did what and where to go to get what he needed. He made himself a new home not too far from a little mountain stream, built himself a small shelter and taught himself to make arrows. Bashing and hammering brutally at rocks to make the arrow head, gathering sticks every other day and shooting a bird to pluck for feathers and eat the meat. Life was good, but lonely and insantiy had already driven him to bickering with himself, with family members conjoured of his own imagination and all he had left of his previous life was some worn old clothing and his bow and quiver.
It was a fairly cold day and he sat huddled in his open front shelter, the fire warm in front of him. Outside low rumblings had begun to shake the air, he assumed it simply to be thunder and had already prepared himself to put up with a storm. Then, suddenly outside a great blaze of fire burst out in front of his shelter and he jumped to his feet, it wasn't thunder at all, it was a dragon. In his time of madness food had become an afterthought, he was weakened by hunger and low on arrows, but stepped from the shelter anyway to face the creature. A large sleek black animal stood before him, a look of outrage seemed to be etched on the creatures face as a pair of amber eyes gaze scrutinizingly at him. The creature leapt but Haki didn't even get the chance to flinch, he was pinned to the ground, a great weight and strength pushed down on him, the sleek black scales rubbed his skin. He was almost certain he was to die, he had no weapons in reach, a dragon had him pinned and would surely kill him now.
But he did not, the creature snarled and glared, it backed away slightly and continued it's display of aggression. Haki sat upright and watched, lips curled back and white teeth shining in a cruel display, the head of the creature was large but quite flat looking, almost pebble like, the nose simply two slits in the creature's face. The long ears folded back almost out of sight and large leathery wings tucked in close to it's body. They looked eachother for what seemed forever, the cold biting at Haki's flesh, but he didn't dare move nor look away from the fierce beast. Finally the creature relaxed and looked at him with a new expression, one of curiosity. They slowly accepted one another's company and while Haki continued his day to day chores he spoke to the dragon, communicating to it his thoughts and feelings, his concerns mostly.
For the most part the creature did little, simply seemed to listen to him, observe him and destroy things in the night while Haki slept. It was for this reason that Haki came to name the creature Svadilfari, and slowly over time they bonded. It could not be said when Haki became the dragon's rider, as he dosen't really recall the time himself, it simply seemed to sort of happen one day, he just woke up, grabbed his quiver of arrows, his bow, walked over to the sleeping dragon and nudged it tenderly. When it woke he mounted and rubbed the scales at the back of Fari's neck, as Haki knew the dragon loved. Then he murmered softly and they were off. He has been shooting from a perch atop Fari pretty much ever since, and they have been inseprable, their boding growing stronger after the years they have spent together.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY:
Father; 'Gluck, Prince of Dragon Slaughter'; Status Unknown
Mother; Helasy; Status Unknown
Closest Friend; Svadilfari; Dragon
WEAPON OF CHOICE:
Bow and Arrows
DRAGON NAME: Svadilfari (Ususally just called 'Fari')
DRAGON TYPE: Night Fury
DRAGON PERSONALITY: Quite often rather destructive, fierce in his defence of his rider and loyal to a fault. He is a free spirit who loves to fly fast, curious about most things and sometimes a little ignorant of Haki's wishes he likes to do as he pleases. He can be very stubborn but is usually mild mannered and quiet.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES:
Flight - Fari is a very strong and fast flyer, his makes up for Haki's lack of speed and strength with his own and can go long distances at high speeds with relative ease.
KEYWORD IN RULES: *********
ALIAS: The Son of Slaughter
AGE: 18
GENDER: Male
STANDING: Outcast
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
LIKES:
*The great outdoors
*Being on his own or in a small group
*Hunting
*Raw Fish
*Meat, when well done is best
*Apples
DISLIKES:
*Raw Meat (other than fish)
*Large crouds
*Being inside a lot
*Fighting
*Cooking
STRENGTHS:
*Easy going - Haki pretty much takes it all in his stride
*Quick to learn - He picks up things quickly, especially when they could mean his survival
*'Street Smart' - He may not be full of intelligence, but when it comes to surviving out on his own in the wilds he knows what he's doing.
*Intuitive - He can figure things out, put the evidence together and draw a conclusion. Also good at reading people, can just about figure out when he's being lied to.
*Agile - he has agility and wit to get him out of tough spots, even without extreme strength or speed.
*Archery - Haki is a skilled archer and has near perfect aim with the bow and arrow.
WEAKNESSES:
*Slow - Haki's speed is a little less than average.
*Strength - Haki is not at all a muscular young man, he remains a little less than average.
*Unsocial - He is stinks at making friends and is generally bad at communicating with others.
*Swimming - He was never a very strong swimmer at all and still fails to master the technique of ramaining above the surface.
*Sword - He is a poor, to say the best, swordfighter with little to no skills in swordfighting.
FEARS:
*Water - He cannot swim and fears he will drown.
*Dragons - He was raised to be mistrustful of the creatures and remains fearful when around an unfamiliar dragon.
*Beefs - Having left his countrymen behind he fears what would happen should he cross their path again.
*Strangers and crouds - Haki has never felt comfortable in large groups of people, he remains cautious of strangers and avoids crouds wherever possible.
*Small spaces - when in a small space Haki begins to feel trapped very quickly and can become panicked.
AMBITIONS:
*To rejoin the respectible world of society without feeling the dangers of an outcast.
*To finally stand up to his father
*Someday to have a family of his own, with a little land and some livestock. To live a simple life.
*To be remembered, for once, as the one to have done the right thing.
*To prove himself.
SECRETS:
*Is in fact a a son of Hysteria. His father was a fierce warrier among them.
*He ran from his first battle like a coward, too pathetic to slaughter the dragons that they fought.
PERSONALITY:
Haki is the sort who keeps to himself, though living as an outcast he has little option. He finds all the comfort and companionship he needs in Fari. He is generally a laid back sort of person who prefers to keep out of fights and sit back, relaxing and enjoying life as much as he can, but in the safest and most cautious way he can find. A life of solitude for years has driven him to the verge of madness and just before he cracked he was liberated by Fari, and is as such incredibly loyal and devoted to the dragon, they are almost like brothers. He can be fierce when he wants to be, though this is usually contained to a simple display of intimidation rather than a fight, which he will usually avoid at all costs.
He has never been good with people, he can read their emotions well and usually guess with a fair degree of accuracy their feelings, thoughts and predict, roughly enough, their actions. This serves him little purpose however as his time alone has created a certain oddness in his behaviour, his interaction with other humans has become limited and he usually says very little, or says something so utterly random and insane that nobody would actually want to hang around for long. This is one of the reasons he is unsuited to being in large groups, he would find it incredibly difficult to deal with so many people at one time. Haki is a free spirit, he likes to go and do as he pleases, should it be a danger free path, and hates to be confined to any space. This all makes him fairly well suited to his life.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Haki is skinny, he would perhaps even be described as scrawny, what little meat he does have is muscle, though there is very little strength behind it. He has long, overgrown and matted black hair that is almost always tied back with a tattered old length of cloth. His skin is fair and freckled around his nose but usually so mucky that he appears darker. His eyes are a sharp and piercing colour of green, so intense that they themselves usually work to intimidate and give him a look of coldness and at the same time madness, an attribute condemned by his abnormally large pupils. His attire is simple, a worn old jerkin pulled over his head made of some hide that had worn fairly thin, no longer having sleeves and a pair of leggings, similar in simplicty to the jerkin. And finally to complete his look he was clad in a pair of thick deerhide boots, that protected his feet and lower legs fairly well against the harsh forest floor. Haki almost always has a quiver of arrows on his back and a bow either across his chest or in his hand.
HISTORY:
Haki was, as you may already know, a member of the Hysteria clan. His father was a celebrated warrier and knows as 'Gluck, Prince of Dragon Slaughter' and was the brother of the clans leader. Life was good enough, his mother was caring and assured him that some day he would live up to his father's expectations and kill a dragon of his own. Haki was perhaps ten years old when he stumbled across the corpse of a dead dragon, lay in a clearing where he usually went to play. The beuatiful creature curled up in the ground, it's eyes open but unseeing and glazed. A girl shrieked as she ran out of the tree and into the clearing behind him then ran back towards the village. He was left alone in the clearing, the hot summer sun striking his face and back and illuminating the scaly corpse with golden light.
The villages came, they didin't give him a chance to explain, they simply assumed. They assumed that he had inherited his fathers strength and cunning and need to kill dragons, that he had slaughtered the great beast. A title came in place of his name whenever the villages spoke to him, 'The Son of Slaughter'. He hated it, he hadn't killed that creature, he doubted that he could have if he had wanted to. Still, for now his flaws and physical weakness were forgotten in a rush of fame that he loathed with tremendous passion. As he grew the occasion was slowly forgotten and his lack of...well viking skill began to be noticed yet again. He was slow, he was weak and while he could make a retort that would outwit any member of the clan he couldn't match a single one of them in battle for more than a few moments, the only viking activity he seemed to show any skill at was archery, which he practiced whenever he could and enjoyed greatly.
He was a little past thirteen when his father decided it was time for his first battle. They were to attack a colony of dragons that had nested against a cliff, and he was to fight alongside them being of age now. His mother worried of course, but his father had not forgotten the incident of some three years ago and still believed firmly that his son had killed a full grown dragon single handedly and come out of it completely unscathed, though Haki had tried many times to explain the truth of that day his farther seemed incapable to listen. They were loaded up into the long boats and Haki was dressed in his simple but thick hides, his bow and quiver of arrows with him, his grandfather's shield in his hand, his uncle's sword hung to his belt and his father glancing back at him reguarly to look proudly on his child.
The battle however was a mistake. The dragons watched them approach, and while they all looked up at the cliffs, at the creatures, cautiously they listened to an old man at the back of the boat telling the story of those traitors across the sea, who captured and tamed dragons. Those who turned their backs on the tactics that had kept vikings alive for hundreds of years, those who had dismissed it all because of one boys weakness. Secretly Haki had always listened to the story in awe, the tale had been told for as long as he could remember, warriers had, several times, in his lifetime left to fight the people of Berk, to kill their dragons and show them the truth path of the viking once more. But Haki listened to these tales of humans riding dragons and wished he could have been born there, that he could have lived that life.
The dragons were not the first to attack, Haki's father provoked them by having rocks fired at their nests. Angry parents swarmed, claws and biting whoever they could. There were a range of species there, and they were attacking fiercely but loosing dearly for their efforts. With the numbers of dragons plumetting more and more of the men were pressing forward, clambering up into the cliffs to attack the creatures first hand. A boat was left unguarded and in a swift moment Haki decided he wouldn't live like this. He took one of the small boats and paddled away, un-noticed by his battling comrades. He couldn't kill dragons, he never could, they were just too....beuatiful.
He had been alone on some unknown island for a little over a year, perhaps. Time meant nothing any more, the seasons melted together with the weeks and months. The only thing that he could really be sure of now was day an night. In his haste he had learned nothing of survival, but he learned quickly, finding foods he recognised, learning what did what and where to go to get what he needed. He made himself a new home not too far from a little mountain stream, built himself a small shelter and taught himself to make arrows. Bashing and hammering brutally at rocks to make the arrow head, gathering sticks every other day and shooting a bird to pluck for feathers and eat the meat. Life was good, but lonely and insantiy had already driven him to bickering with himself, with family members conjoured of his own imagination and all he had left of his previous life was some worn old clothing and his bow and quiver.
It was a fairly cold day and he sat huddled in his open front shelter, the fire warm in front of him. Outside low rumblings had begun to shake the air, he assumed it simply to be thunder and had already prepared himself to put up with a storm. Then, suddenly outside a great blaze of fire burst out in front of his shelter and he jumped to his feet, it wasn't thunder at all, it was a dragon. In his time of madness food had become an afterthought, he was weakened by hunger and low on arrows, but stepped from the shelter anyway to face the creature. A large sleek black animal stood before him, a look of outrage seemed to be etched on the creatures face as a pair of amber eyes gaze scrutinizingly at him. The creature leapt but Haki didn't even get the chance to flinch, he was pinned to the ground, a great weight and strength pushed down on him, the sleek black scales rubbed his skin. He was almost certain he was to die, he had no weapons in reach, a dragon had him pinned and would surely kill him now.
But he did not, the creature snarled and glared, it backed away slightly and continued it's display of aggression. Haki sat upright and watched, lips curled back and white teeth shining in a cruel display, the head of the creature was large but quite flat looking, almost pebble like, the nose simply two slits in the creature's face. The long ears folded back almost out of sight and large leathery wings tucked in close to it's body. They looked eachother for what seemed forever, the cold biting at Haki's flesh, but he didn't dare move nor look away from the fierce beast. Finally the creature relaxed and looked at him with a new expression, one of curiosity. They slowly accepted one another's company and while Haki continued his day to day chores he spoke to the dragon, communicating to it his thoughts and feelings, his concerns mostly.
For the most part the creature did little, simply seemed to listen to him, observe him and destroy things in the night while Haki slept. It was for this reason that Haki came to name the creature Svadilfari, and slowly over time they bonded. It could not be said when Haki became the dragon's rider, as he dosen't really recall the time himself, it simply seemed to sort of happen one day, he just woke up, grabbed his quiver of arrows, his bow, walked over to the sleeping dragon and nudged it tenderly. When it woke he mounted and rubbed the scales at the back of Fari's neck, as Haki knew the dragon loved. Then he murmered softly and they were off. He has been shooting from a perch atop Fari pretty much ever since, and they have been inseprable, their boding growing stronger after the years they have spent together.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY:
Father; 'Gluck, Prince of Dragon Slaughter'; Status Unknown
Mother; Helasy; Status Unknown
Closest Friend; Svadilfari; Dragon
WEAPON OF CHOICE:
Bow and Arrows
DRAGON NAME: Svadilfari (Ususally just called 'Fari')
DRAGON TYPE: Night Fury
DRAGON PERSONALITY: Quite often rather destructive, fierce in his defence of his rider and loyal to a fault. He is a free spirit who loves to fly fast, curious about most things and sometimes a little ignorant of Haki's wishes he likes to do as he pleases. He can be very stubborn but is usually mild mannered and quiet.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES:
Flight - Fari is a very strong and fast flyer, his makes up for Haki's lack of speed and strength with his own and can go long distances at high speeds with relative ease.
KEYWORD IN RULES: *********
