Post by shadowinthewind on Apr 7, 2010 18:05:28 GMT -5
NAME: Seamus Hastion Aldarian Damascus Oliferio Wayne
ALIAS: Shadow
AGE: 21
GENDER: Male
STANDING: Deserter
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
LIKES:
- Silence
- Anything to do with Night: The moon, stars, the darkness of night, etc.
-His Dragon
-Being alone, or with his dragon
DISLIKES:
-Other people
-Social events
-Not knowing where his dragon is
-Vikings
STRENGTHS:
-Vision: He has perfect night vision. Shadow repeatedly gazes for Night Furies in pitch black for fun. He can also spot a Night Fury from miles away.
-Fighting: His fighting styles are almost seamless. If you got him to block your attack, be thankful you were even able to attack in the first place.
-Air Combat: In a nighttime air battle, you will learn the deeper meanings of the name, "Shadow". He has yet to be beaten, and believes even the legendary combo of Hiccup and Toothless pail in comparision to his skill.
-Accuracy: Shadow does not, has not, and will not miss. Period.
-Speed: In a competition of speed, Shadow will win. His speed is directly linked with his fighting style.
Intelligence: No matter the situation, Shadow can and will find a way out. He has only slipped once.
WEAKNESSES:
-Day: Shadow hates the day. It causes him to lose a lot of his edge in a fight.
-Crowds: In a large crowd, movement is severely limited, and it drives him insane.
-Punctuality: Shadow does not care about your time. Only his time matters.
-Being Underground: He hates anything to do with being underground. Particularly small underground caves.
FEARS:
-Large Crowds: For the same reasons above. No movement normally equals no escape.
-Underground areas: Again, same reasons. There are a limited number of escape routes.
-Daytime: It makes him more on edge than night. It also makes him more visible, which he doesn't care to be.
-Being too far from his dragon: For reasons which will be explained later.
AMBITIONS:
-To fly higher than anyone has ever done.
-To fly farther than anyone has ever done.
-To uncover the mysteries of the world.
- To unearth the atrocities of the Vikings.
SECRETS:
-Shadow is extremely claustrophobic. He won't freak out immediately, on the surface. Keep him in a small space for a few hours though, and you'll see how much sanity he's truly lost over the years.
-Shadow's uncaring demeanor also comes from an inability to get to know others. He's rather anti-social, not only by choice, but because he does not know how to be social.
PERSONALITY:
Shadow is a person who would much rather not be bothered with other people. If he could live with just him and his dragon, then he would. Other people seldom understand him and his past. They automatically peg him down for his...abnormalities, and shun him away upon meeting him.
He also happens to dislike others simply because they are vikings. Having cast away most of that culture and creating his own, Shadow wants nothing to do with a viking. He prefers dragons much better. More specifically, he prefers his dragon much better. Nothing brings him more joy than flying over the world for hours on end. In fact, that is the only thing known to make him smile. That, and taking down those who try to harm him and his dragon.
Which brings up another quirk of Shadow's person: he loves to fight, which is possibly his only link back to vikings. It gives him great pleasure when a group of bounty hunters "ambushes" him. Even unarmed, which most of the time he is, Shadow cripples his opponents and sends them back, always with the same message, "Next time, send more."
Though Shadow would rather not associate himself with vikings, he will not turn away if one happens to need his help. He will make sure that whoever needs his help will get it, and then he will leave. Quite a few small settlements have stories of how he came, he helped, and then disappeared, leaving virtually no physical trace of himself behind.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: (Face, hair, build, clothes, special markings, height, weight, etc.)
Height: Six feet and two inches. He only knows this after calculating the height of a small tree that was exactly his height, a habit he does every so often.
Weight: Unknown. Shadow does not weight himself, as it is irrelevant to him.
Hair: Jet black, straight, normally resting at his shoulders. His bangs (OOC: Yes, he has bangs) normally hang over his face, covering up his eyes almost all of the time.
Face: His facial features give him an appearance of someone who has gone through decades of hardships. However, he still retains a sort of youthful vibe, which makes him all the more confusing.
Clothes: All black long sleeve shirts, black pants, a black belt that holds almost everything he needs. He also carries a black sack on his back. He completes this ensemble with a single pair of black Night Fury hide boots.
All of his clothes, which were made spefically by him and his dragon, have a special function, in that they can switch from black to a sky blue color whenever he "pulls" a unique flap on each piece of his clothing.
Build: Slim enough to slip through any opening and avoid any trap, but muscular enough to cripple an opponent within a few blows. (OOC: Think of Hiccup, but taller, those lanky arms have a lot of power behind him, and...)
Special Markings: Shadow is black. He was born black by an unknown, unseen mutation of his skin.
HISTORY: Alright, let's get starte-
Alright, I've had enough of this. I've let that guy write up everything else about me, but I will write the history of my life on my own. It will probably not be short, so be prepared for the long haul if you choose to sit and read my history. I will begin from the beginning, and I will leave nothing out. If you don’t think you can handle certain parts of it, then skip it. I am not responsible for you if you happen to be disturbed by some events.
To start off, I was born in Berk, just like the rest of you. I lived my childhood in Berk, I played around with other kids in Berk, I even wanted to live and become a true Viking dragon tamer in Berk. However, unlike you, I was born prematurely. I don’t mean a few days early either. I was approximately three months earlier than expected. I was almost pronounced dead before I was born, as no child had ever been born that early, so it was sure a surprise to everyone when I came out living, breathing, and crying. I was also born black.
That’s right, you read correctly. I, Seamus Hastion Aldarian Damascus Oliferio Wayne, was, is, and forever will be, black-skinned. And when I say black, I mean Night Fury black. I-turn-invisible-at-night type black. No one knows why or how I was born black, at least not truly. Most everybody blames it on my premature birth. However, others have a different theory. This one ties into another oddity about my birth.
At the exact same time of my birth, a dragon hatched early from its egg. A Night Fury egg. But not just any Night Fury egg, oh no. This Night Fury was a descendant of Toothless himself. That’s right, I was born at the same time of the descendant of the legendary Night Fury. How I wish I was making that up, and this next part as well. This is what really makes the theory of my color come true: That Night Fury was born pure white. That’s right, white. If I can turn invisible in the dark, that Night Fury could fly among the clouds and never be seen.
The Vikings were astounded at this unheard of turn of events. As they pondered how this could have happened, and day turned to night, they witnessed something even more unbelievable. The white Night Fury changed, turning to the trademark black once the sun had set.
Once again, no one knows how or why this happened, but it made them fear us. The Vikings believed we were, quite literally, born for each other. They feared what we would do if we were ever brought together. So, they did what they thought was the best course of action: They tossed the strange Night Fury away, deep into the forests surrounding Berk, and he never returned.
Of course, I did not know any of this until much later in my life. But, even though I had no knowledge of that strange Night Fury, I always knew there was something…missing. From a small age, I was always the smartest, always the fastest of my group. I was never the strongest of them though, and those little kids would use that against me, find a way to trap me, and beat me at any chance they could. Unluckily for them, the same trick never worked on me twice, nor did any variation of the same trick. But I’m reveling in my first experiences of fighting, moving on to what I was saying.
I always knew that all the adults were keeping something from me. They didn’t think I knew, but I did. I also felt as though I was missing a piece of myself. Of course, I never knew why that was. That is until someone slipped.
That someone was my own parents. When I turned thirteen, for whatever reason, they told me everything. And by everything, I mean everything. They told me things that I can’t even tell you, and I omitted from this history. But those things they told me changed me inside. I felt somewhat more complete, finally knowing what was missing. I also felt an anger that I had never known before. I marched straight to the elder and chief after my parents finished, and demanded they tell me why they took my dragon away.
Shocked as to how I learned of the dragon, they asked. I told them what my parents had said, and they calmed down considerably, for reasons I can only guess at today. They explained their fears of what could happen to me, and that they only looked after my safety. Obviously, I did not believe them, and told them so. They said that they understood, and were sorry for what they did. It was at that point when I woke up with a throbbing headache on the stone floor.
Okay, I guess I’ll clarify that a little bit. I was knocked out, silently and swiftly, so that I would not even remember being hit. I literally blinked and I was waking up. The first thing I did was stand. After that, I looked outside. I saw it was lighter than before, so I knew I had been out for at least almost a day. I staggered out and towards my house, only to find that nothing was there. Not a mark, nor a sign that any house had been there at all. Not even a burn mark to show that someone had burned down my house, just a blank space. I asked my friends around town what had happened. None of them would even acknowledge that I was breathing the air around them. It was as though I didn’t exist in the town anymore.
I went back to the chief and elders’ place. Not only did they act like I existed, they spoke the moment I entered the place. They told me that this was the last time I would be spoken to in Berk. They told me how they disposed of my parents, how they removed my house. They told me exactly where they were keeping my dragon. They explained that, now that I knew about the mysteries of my birth, I was no longer allowed within Berk. No person was allowed to speak to me, or even show any signs that I was around, this time. Once I left, it would be as though I never existed. But it I came back, I would be treated like the Seadragonus Giganticus Maximus, and killed on sight. They tossed me a single black bag, and told me to leave immediately.
I thought about talking back to them. I thought about protest that what they were doing was not right. I even thought about killing everyone in that room. But I had already seen the Night Furies flying high above, locked in on my position. So I did what I had to do: I left Berk, and I have not set one foot inside the place since.
Once I left Berk, I headed to the canyon, where they told me my dragon was being kept. I found it a cruel irony that one of Toothless’ descendants was being trapped within that place. I ran as fast as I could, but it still took until nightfall to reach the canyon, for I had to avoid Vikings from Berk along the way. I dropped straight down into the canyon and rolled upon impact. I looked around for a few seconds, and then I saw him. My dragon.
There are few things in this world that I would dare call perfect. My dragon is one of them. He was sleeping, perfectly black and hidden to normal eyes. But not mine, for I could see perfectly at night. I saw that Night Furies are a much different shade of black than the night sky, but it was enough to fool others. I could see everything there was to see of my dragon. He looked almost exactly like Toothless, minus the missing piece of his tail. His neck was also slightly longer than the average Night Fury. But that just made him even more perfect.
As I approached him, my dragon awoke. He stared me directly in the eyes, and I suddenly knew his entire life story. I will not share it here though. If you thought my life was bad, then his would only cause most of you to go kill yourselves. Be thankful, I am actually going to spare you this time. But I will explain other things in more detail.
For example, you might be thinking that I saw his whole history in his eyes or something like that. No. I literally read his mind and knew everything that had happened to him. Apparently we can do that with each other, for he walked over to me, sat at my feet, and went back to sleep. But I knew he had accepted me, and no words needed to be said. To only thing I have ever had to say aloud to my dragon was his name. He liked it too. His name is Vy Ignais Kli Iiglin Nisylo Glen. For short, I just call him V.I.K.I.N.G., to remind us of those who cast us away, and who we one day hope to prosecute for their crimes.
The rest, as people say, is history. Me and Viking have been traveling around ever since. We’ve seen quite a few other Viking tribes, maybe helped them out if they needed it, or punished them if they were still hurting dragons. We’ve had a lot of different Berk bounty hunters come our way. None of them have succeeded, and all of them have been sent home with the same message, “Next time, send more.”
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: I have no one, and my parents are irrelevant. To Berk, I do not exist, and neither did my family.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Anything he can get his hands on. Shadow can turn a stick into spear, break it into dual swords, break it more into tonfas, then break it into small projectiles and use his fists. Whatever seems to be the best weapon for that fight is what he will use. The only weapon he carries are two sharp Nightmare teeth, collected in his travels, and as many small sharp pieces of sticks that he can use as projectiles without weighing himself down.
DRAGON NAME: Vy Ignais Kli Iglin Nisylo Glen (AKA Viking)
DRAGON TYPE: Night Fury (White Fury in daytime)
DRAGON PERSONALITY: Viking is, more or less, the dragon version of Shadow. They both prefer to be alone, or with each other. Viking shares his master’s dislike of Vikings, and cares for their lives even less than Shadow. In an air combat battle, Viking will waste no time in vaporizing the opponent. And, unlike his master, he won’t even blink as he watches them fall to the ground.
Viking also likes and dislikes everything Shadow does.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES:
All-range Telepathy: This technique works only with Shadow. It allows him to communicate with Shadow, and vice versa, from almost any distance mentally, and have them understand each other. This mental contact is instantaneous, meaning that Viking’s thought simply becomes Shadow’s thought, and vice versa, allowing them to “speak” at the speed of thought. It also allows the two of them to always know the exact location of one another.
Flash Dash: This technique combines Viking’s incredible speed and natural invisibility when up in the clouds or in the dark to disappear from view by bursting in any direction, even if the enemy is staring right at them.
Black Shot, White Burst: This technique is a simple flame shot from Viking. His flame is naturally black as he shoots it out, making it less visible to all. When it hits a target, the flame burst bright white, and normally vaporizes any non-living object on contact. His flame also blinds targets temporarily when hit, making it a good combo with his Flash Dash.
White Comet/Black Arrow: This technique makes use of Viking’s long neck and long burst fire capabilities. Viking uses his unique aerodynamics to wrap himself and Shadow in flame, creating a shield of white or black flame, depending on the type of day, and rockets himself towards the target. This normally, frightens to target, causing them to run and allowing the pair to escape from tricky situations. To date, Viking has never rammed any target with this attack.
*Note: Viking’s techniques, with the exception of telepathy, are activated by Shadow’s command. The command can either by verbal or mental.*
KEYWORD IN RULES: *********
ALIAS: Shadow
AGE: 21
GENDER: Male
STANDING: Deserter
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
LIKES:
- Silence
- Anything to do with Night: The moon, stars, the darkness of night, etc.
-His Dragon
-Being alone, or with his dragon
DISLIKES:
-Other people
-Social events
-Not knowing where his dragon is
-Vikings
STRENGTHS:
-Vision: He has perfect night vision. Shadow repeatedly gazes for Night Furies in pitch black for fun. He can also spot a Night Fury from miles away.
-Fighting: His fighting styles are almost seamless. If you got him to block your attack, be thankful you were even able to attack in the first place.
-Air Combat: In a nighttime air battle, you will learn the deeper meanings of the name, "Shadow". He has yet to be beaten, and believes even the legendary combo of Hiccup and Toothless pail in comparision to his skill.
-Accuracy: Shadow does not, has not, and will not miss. Period.
-Speed: In a competition of speed, Shadow will win. His speed is directly linked with his fighting style.
Intelligence: No matter the situation, Shadow can and will find a way out. He has only slipped once.
WEAKNESSES:
-Day: Shadow hates the day. It causes him to lose a lot of his edge in a fight.
-Crowds: In a large crowd, movement is severely limited, and it drives him insane.
-Punctuality: Shadow does not care about your time. Only his time matters.
-Being Underground: He hates anything to do with being underground. Particularly small underground caves.
FEARS:
-Large Crowds: For the same reasons above. No movement normally equals no escape.
-Underground areas: Again, same reasons. There are a limited number of escape routes.
-Daytime: It makes him more on edge than night. It also makes him more visible, which he doesn't care to be.
-Being too far from his dragon: For reasons which will be explained later.
AMBITIONS:
-To fly higher than anyone has ever done.
-To fly farther than anyone has ever done.
-To uncover the mysteries of the world.
- To unearth the atrocities of the Vikings.
SECRETS:
-Shadow is extremely claustrophobic. He won't freak out immediately, on the surface. Keep him in a small space for a few hours though, and you'll see how much sanity he's truly lost over the years.
-Shadow's uncaring demeanor also comes from an inability to get to know others. He's rather anti-social, not only by choice, but because he does not know how to be social.
PERSONALITY:
Shadow is a person who would much rather not be bothered with other people. If he could live with just him and his dragon, then he would. Other people seldom understand him and his past. They automatically peg him down for his...abnormalities, and shun him away upon meeting him.
He also happens to dislike others simply because they are vikings. Having cast away most of that culture and creating his own, Shadow wants nothing to do with a viking. He prefers dragons much better. More specifically, he prefers his dragon much better. Nothing brings him more joy than flying over the world for hours on end. In fact, that is the only thing known to make him smile. That, and taking down those who try to harm him and his dragon.
Which brings up another quirk of Shadow's person: he loves to fight, which is possibly his only link back to vikings. It gives him great pleasure when a group of bounty hunters "ambushes" him. Even unarmed, which most of the time he is, Shadow cripples his opponents and sends them back, always with the same message, "Next time, send more."
Though Shadow would rather not associate himself with vikings, he will not turn away if one happens to need his help. He will make sure that whoever needs his help will get it, and then he will leave. Quite a few small settlements have stories of how he came, he helped, and then disappeared, leaving virtually no physical trace of himself behind.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: (Face, hair, build, clothes, special markings, height, weight, etc.)
Height: Six feet and two inches. He only knows this after calculating the height of a small tree that was exactly his height, a habit he does every so often.
Weight: Unknown. Shadow does not weight himself, as it is irrelevant to him.
Hair: Jet black, straight, normally resting at his shoulders. His bangs (OOC: Yes, he has bangs) normally hang over his face, covering up his eyes almost all of the time.
Face: His facial features give him an appearance of someone who has gone through decades of hardships. However, he still retains a sort of youthful vibe, which makes him all the more confusing.
Clothes: All black long sleeve shirts, black pants, a black belt that holds almost everything he needs. He also carries a black sack on his back. He completes this ensemble with a single pair of black Night Fury hide boots.
All of his clothes, which were made spefically by him and his dragon, have a special function, in that they can switch from black to a sky blue color whenever he "pulls" a unique flap on each piece of his clothing.
Build: Slim enough to slip through any opening and avoid any trap, but muscular enough to cripple an opponent within a few blows. (OOC: Think of Hiccup, but taller, those lanky arms have a lot of power behind him, and...)
Special Markings: Shadow is black. He was born black by an unknown, unseen mutation of his skin.
HISTORY: Alright, let's get starte-
Alright, I've had enough of this. I've let that guy write up everything else about me, but I will write the history of my life on my own. It will probably not be short, so be prepared for the long haul if you choose to sit and read my history. I will begin from the beginning, and I will leave nothing out. If you don’t think you can handle certain parts of it, then skip it. I am not responsible for you if you happen to be disturbed by some events.
To start off, I was born in Berk, just like the rest of you. I lived my childhood in Berk, I played around with other kids in Berk, I even wanted to live and become a true Viking dragon tamer in Berk. However, unlike you, I was born prematurely. I don’t mean a few days early either. I was approximately three months earlier than expected. I was almost pronounced dead before I was born, as no child had ever been born that early, so it was sure a surprise to everyone when I came out living, breathing, and crying. I was also born black.
That’s right, you read correctly. I, Seamus Hastion Aldarian Damascus Oliferio Wayne, was, is, and forever will be, black-skinned. And when I say black, I mean Night Fury black. I-turn-invisible-at-night type black. No one knows why or how I was born black, at least not truly. Most everybody blames it on my premature birth. However, others have a different theory. This one ties into another oddity about my birth.
At the exact same time of my birth, a dragon hatched early from its egg. A Night Fury egg. But not just any Night Fury egg, oh no. This Night Fury was a descendant of Toothless himself. That’s right, I was born at the same time of the descendant of the legendary Night Fury. How I wish I was making that up, and this next part as well. This is what really makes the theory of my color come true: That Night Fury was born pure white. That’s right, white. If I can turn invisible in the dark, that Night Fury could fly among the clouds and never be seen.
The Vikings were astounded at this unheard of turn of events. As they pondered how this could have happened, and day turned to night, they witnessed something even more unbelievable. The white Night Fury changed, turning to the trademark black once the sun had set.
Once again, no one knows how or why this happened, but it made them fear us. The Vikings believed we were, quite literally, born for each other. They feared what we would do if we were ever brought together. So, they did what they thought was the best course of action: They tossed the strange Night Fury away, deep into the forests surrounding Berk, and he never returned.
Of course, I did not know any of this until much later in my life. But, even though I had no knowledge of that strange Night Fury, I always knew there was something…missing. From a small age, I was always the smartest, always the fastest of my group. I was never the strongest of them though, and those little kids would use that against me, find a way to trap me, and beat me at any chance they could. Unluckily for them, the same trick never worked on me twice, nor did any variation of the same trick. But I’m reveling in my first experiences of fighting, moving on to what I was saying.
I always knew that all the adults were keeping something from me. They didn’t think I knew, but I did. I also felt as though I was missing a piece of myself. Of course, I never knew why that was. That is until someone slipped.
That someone was my own parents. When I turned thirteen, for whatever reason, they told me everything. And by everything, I mean everything. They told me things that I can’t even tell you, and I omitted from this history. But those things they told me changed me inside. I felt somewhat more complete, finally knowing what was missing. I also felt an anger that I had never known before. I marched straight to the elder and chief after my parents finished, and demanded they tell me why they took my dragon away.
Shocked as to how I learned of the dragon, they asked. I told them what my parents had said, and they calmed down considerably, for reasons I can only guess at today. They explained their fears of what could happen to me, and that they only looked after my safety. Obviously, I did not believe them, and told them so. They said that they understood, and were sorry for what they did. It was at that point when I woke up with a throbbing headache on the stone floor.
Okay, I guess I’ll clarify that a little bit. I was knocked out, silently and swiftly, so that I would not even remember being hit. I literally blinked and I was waking up. The first thing I did was stand. After that, I looked outside. I saw it was lighter than before, so I knew I had been out for at least almost a day. I staggered out and towards my house, only to find that nothing was there. Not a mark, nor a sign that any house had been there at all. Not even a burn mark to show that someone had burned down my house, just a blank space. I asked my friends around town what had happened. None of them would even acknowledge that I was breathing the air around them. It was as though I didn’t exist in the town anymore.
I went back to the chief and elders’ place. Not only did they act like I existed, they spoke the moment I entered the place. They told me that this was the last time I would be spoken to in Berk. They told me how they disposed of my parents, how they removed my house. They told me exactly where they were keeping my dragon. They explained that, now that I knew about the mysteries of my birth, I was no longer allowed within Berk. No person was allowed to speak to me, or even show any signs that I was around, this time. Once I left, it would be as though I never existed. But it I came back, I would be treated like the Seadragonus Giganticus Maximus, and killed on sight. They tossed me a single black bag, and told me to leave immediately.
I thought about talking back to them. I thought about protest that what they were doing was not right. I even thought about killing everyone in that room. But I had already seen the Night Furies flying high above, locked in on my position. So I did what I had to do: I left Berk, and I have not set one foot inside the place since.
Once I left Berk, I headed to the canyon, where they told me my dragon was being kept. I found it a cruel irony that one of Toothless’ descendants was being trapped within that place. I ran as fast as I could, but it still took until nightfall to reach the canyon, for I had to avoid Vikings from Berk along the way. I dropped straight down into the canyon and rolled upon impact. I looked around for a few seconds, and then I saw him. My dragon.
There are few things in this world that I would dare call perfect. My dragon is one of them. He was sleeping, perfectly black and hidden to normal eyes. But not mine, for I could see perfectly at night. I saw that Night Furies are a much different shade of black than the night sky, but it was enough to fool others. I could see everything there was to see of my dragon. He looked almost exactly like Toothless, minus the missing piece of his tail. His neck was also slightly longer than the average Night Fury. But that just made him even more perfect.
As I approached him, my dragon awoke. He stared me directly in the eyes, and I suddenly knew his entire life story. I will not share it here though. If you thought my life was bad, then his would only cause most of you to go kill yourselves. Be thankful, I am actually going to spare you this time. But I will explain other things in more detail.
For example, you might be thinking that I saw his whole history in his eyes or something like that. No. I literally read his mind and knew everything that had happened to him. Apparently we can do that with each other, for he walked over to me, sat at my feet, and went back to sleep. But I knew he had accepted me, and no words needed to be said. To only thing I have ever had to say aloud to my dragon was his name. He liked it too. His name is Vy Ignais Kli Iiglin Nisylo Glen. For short, I just call him V.I.K.I.N.G., to remind us of those who cast us away, and who we one day hope to prosecute for their crimes.
The rest, as people say, is history. Me and Viking have been traveling around ever since. We’ve seen quite a few other Viking tribes, maybe helped them out if they needed it, or punished them if they were still hurting dragons. We’ve had a lot of different Berk bounty hunters come our way. None of them have succeeded, and all of them have been sent home with the same message, “Next time, send more.”
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: I have no one, and my parents are irrelevant. To Berk, I do not exist, and neither did my family.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Anything he can get his hands on. Shadow can turn a stick into spear, break it into dual swords, break it more into tonfas, then break it into small projectiles and use his fists. Whatever seems to be the best weapon for that fight is what he will use. The only weapon he carries are two sharp Nightmare teeth, collected in his travels, and as many small sharp pieces of sticks that he can use as projectiles without weighing himself down.
DRAGON NAME: Vy Ignais Kli Iglin Nisylo Glen (AKA Viking)
DRAGON TYPE: Night Fury (White Fury in daytime)
DRAGON PERSONALITY: Viking is, more or less, the dragon version of Shadow. They both prefer to be alone, or with each other. Viking shares his master’s dislike of Vikings, and cares for their lives even less than Shadow. In an air combat battle, Viking will waste no time in vaporizing the opponent. And, unlike his master, he won’t even blink as he watches them fall to the ground.
Viking also likes and dislikes everything Shadow does.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES:
All-range Telepathy: This technique works only with Shadow. It allows him to communicate with Shadow, and vice versa, from almost any distance mentally, and have them understand each other. This mental contact is instantaneous, meaning that Viking’s thought simply becomes Shadow’s thought, and vice versa, allowing them to “speak” at the speed of thought. It also allows the two of them to always know the exact location of one another.
Flash Dash: This technique combines Viking’s incredible speed and natural invisibility when up in the clouds or in the dark to disappear from view by bursting in any direction, even if the enemy is staring right at them.
Black Shot, White Burst: This technique is a simple flame shot from Viking. His flame is naturally black as he shoots it out, making it less visible to all. When it hits a target, the flame burst bright white, and normally vaporizes any non-living object on contact. His flame also blinds targets temporarily when hit, making it a good combo with his Flash Dash.
White Comet/Black Arrow: This technique makes use of Viking’s long neck and long burst fire capabilities. Viking uses his unique aerodynamics to wrap himself and Shadow in flame, creating a shield of white or black flame, depending on the type of day, and rockets himself towards the target. This normally, frightens to target, causing them to run and allowing the pair to escape from tricky situations. To date, Viking has never rammed any target with this attack.
*Note: Viking’s techniques, with the exception of telepathy, are activated by Shadow’s command. The command can either by verbal or mental.*
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