Glint (Complete)

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Glint

"I'm happy, I'm feeling glad..."

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I do not own this, this was a picture used in one of the Dungeons and Dragons handbooks

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ORIGINS

Born on an island around Red Rock, Glint is now exactly 1,395 years old. Throughout his life he's traversed the lands and waters around Red Rock but never strayed far from home. Glint was named by a number of villages he'd occasionally fly over when he was just 263. He was much smaller then and Glint never understood why he was named Glint, if the word even had a meaning, but it was all he consistenly heard as the humans pointed up at him.

Glint never had any memory of his parents, in fact his earliest memories are of scavenging through meager piles of meat left in a cave. The piles would periodically return to their original size when Glint was asleep. He'd never know who was responsible for sure, but he'd hoped in his youth that it had been his parents.

It didn't take long for him to grow tired of being fed and his instinct to hunt kicked in. He struck out into the wild and would chase deer, unsuccessfully at first, until he realized he had to sneak up on them. The thrill of the hunt was what he seeked each day, and it eventually served him well.

There were times the woods around his birth cave were scarce for food, so he'd travel farther to discover more grounds in which he could hunt. Only during this time, now being 160 years old, did he even find the shore of the island on which he was born. He had yet to try his wings too much before this, he had no reason to need to fly; everything he needed was on the ground.

He now had the urge to travel beyond his home; he challenged his very mode of life. He looked out onto the gentle waves and saw opportunity. He stepped back a few paces and raised his wings full of purpose. He lunged forward twice and let loose a powerful flap that lifted him off of the ground. Triumphantly, he smiled to himself, but had not know what exactly came after the first flap. He flailed and awkwardly fell and splashed into the water.

Years passed before he built up the courage to try again and by this time the island, Glint was sure, was empty of any prey he'd care to eat. Eyes on the horizon, he leapt into the air with confidence and wings of a young adult dragon. He flapped and flapped to create a steady rhythm after his first launching jump. It wasn't a perfect takeoff but he was airborne and moving toward the horizon. The sun beamed off of his silver scales and dazzled off of the clear water beneath him. He was free, he was headed to new places and new foods.

Glint encountered the countryside of Red Rock and found himself giddy with the options he had for food. One thing that puzzled him were the caves of wood all positioned together with black billows rising from in between them. That and the creatures that dwelled in them. Short two-legged.. or four-legged? Animals that made weird noises and wore the fur of his past prey. They gathered other animals, too, in small wooden valleys that the animals seemed unable to escape.

Fuzzy white animals, small feathered animals with wings, and what Glint would soon realize was his favorite: fat, spotted animals. Or at least, sometimes they were spotted, but they were almost always fat. Glint walked into one of these... wooden cave gatherings but had his eyes set on the fat animals, he had to see what they tasted like. He heard louder noises from the odd pink animals standing on two legs. Glint was unaware of what this meant so he ignored them, proceeding ever closer to his prize. It wasn't long after a large group of them picked up wooden limbs with clawed tips to attack Glint. He finally realized what was going on: he wasn't welcome. He then figured he'd fly away, but not before grabbing one of those delicious-looking fat creatures.

As the years passed, Glint found he had plenty to hunt and preferred that to upsetting odd pink creatures that hunt in packs. For a very long time Glint repeated his hunting animals and avoiding humans, taking shelter in increasingly large caves as he got older and though he attempted to avoid humans he'd every now and again be spotted. Due to his peaceful nature he never caused conflict and the humans took to calling him Glint the Gleaming, of course because of his majestically shining silver scales and regal crest.
At the age of 1,393 Glint decided he wanted one last phase to his life, and though his life in and around Red Rock was one of abundance he yearned for the feeling in his childhood, that feeling of discovery. He set out among the islands further from Red Rock than he usually ventured and yet further. He also felt he ought to give in to the curiousity he had in finding another of his kind.

GENDER & SEXUALITY

Male, heterosexual

BREED & STANDING

Silver Western dragon, loner

TRAITS

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POSITIVE TRAITS:

▪ His age
▪ His size
▪ His awesome scales and crest
▪ His calm demeanor

NEGATIVE TRAITS:

▪ Even in his old age, there are many important things he hasn't experienced, such as attraction, love, friendship, and other interpersonal feelings that are commonplace to others.
▪ His speed (or lack thereof) in his old age and size.
▪ His profile (he's hard to miss) due to his size.
▪ If put in danger, he will not likely be able to control his temper as he's never felt unsafe and the foreign nature of the feeling would cause him to lash out.

LIKES:

▪ Hunting
▪ Cows/beef
▪ Flying
▪ Exploring

DISLIKES:

▪ Weapons, particularly pitchforks
▪ Sheep
▪ Being fed (he feels it's for babies, of course, from experience)
▪ Being denied food (be this by scarcity or a competing predator, the latter of which he has yet to deal with)

FEARS:

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▪ Drowning
▪ Having too much of an effect on humans and their settlements
▪ Actually finding creatures like himself
▪ Humans in great numbers

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Glint is a calm and curious albeit wild dragon. He loves hunting but with his enormous size it isn't as exciting as it used to be. He assigns a healthy amount of respect to humanity for being stewards of the land, in his eyes, but he also fears their influence on the earth and its wildlife.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Silver scales, 22 ft. high, 45 ft long head to tail, bat-like wings with a span of 150 ft., and a distinct crest that stretches from the top of his head the entire length of his body, tapering off at the end.

FIGHT TO THE DEATH

ABILITIES:

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▪ Breathes a blue-ish white fire in a large cone
▪ Glint can use the size and strength of his body as well

Glint has only a 5-shot limit to his fire, but it's an intense flame that he produces. Glint takes off with huges flaps of his enormous wings but prefers to glide when in midair.

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HYSTERIA

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[REDKITEBAIT]

I don't think 'awesome scales and crest' works as a positive trait, unless it gives him a real advantage, some way or another. This should probably go in appearance or personality on how Glint views himself.

Personally I think the personality needs a little bit more beefing up, I want to know more about what he's like :3 Does he have any personality traits or quirks that define him?