Unnamed - Typhoomerang

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[cs=2] [style=text-align: center; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 16px; border-bottom: solid 2px #222222; margin-bottom: 4px; text-transform: center;]FULL NAME Unnamed - Will be named by whoever tames him ORIGINS The little boy had no easy journey, kicked away where ever he ventured, forgotten about, and ignored by others. Well this origin of his was quite the interesting one, for after all he spent it inside an egg. The unnamed boy was born as an egg from his mother, three other eggs being there with him. He seemed to be the runt of the litter, yet his mother never got to see that it was not true. His mother was quite the protective sovereign, standing over her first litter with protectiveness, and power. Her eyes daring for any one to come and attempt and take her babies just for them to die. And even though her warnings, predators of the wild had come to try and use her egg as their next meal, yet even then to no avail they could not. The adult Thunderdrum removing her enemies from the world's sight with brawn, brains, claws, teeth, and of course the roar of Thor. Yet even though she was as fearless as ever, there came the fact that she was scared of her children perishing, she was scared of losing battle and finding out the result of what would happen to her eggs. Slowly her confidence began to drain, each battle for her eggs becoming much more brutal but for her, injuries started to weigh down her body, caressing her scales. Slowly death situations began to come for the powerful queen, in the end her wings being scarred so much she was permanently unable to fly. Yet even then, she was determined as ever. Her roar as loud as ever, her battle prowess tip top. Roaring her enemies to death with no problem, deaths being shown throughout the land. Yes the dragon became known, known enough for animals to run when they see her, the only thing seeing in the tyrannic beast being "Danger...Danger!" It was until one day the queen's reign ended. Defeated, and killed by a fellow Thunderdrum. The fight in her was finished, scars caressed every part of her body, and exhaustion befall upon her even though all she had gone through. She did put up quite the fight, and she let her opponent's blood spill but in the end the matriarch was finished. Sadness swelling over her, as she found no way to protect her eggs. Eyes had to watch, as the Thunderdrum attempted at eating her eggs. Not being able to see it for her self, she closed her eyes and died. Not being able to see that her eggs were all fine in the end, well at least one. The Thunderdrum ate his siblings, all three of the eggs. Only to carry that last one to take to her children. Stuck in a Thunderdrum nest to be eaten by Thunderdrum, as soon as the Thunderdrum conqueror left for more prey. The three Thunderdrum Juvenile's showed no interest in eating the egg, in fact befriending it in some way. And at the end of the day, losing the overly large sized egg. Rolling down places, he was lucky not to be cracked at that point. Yet luck followed the egg once more, an Viking finding it. The Viking of course hated dragons, and thought that selling the beautifully patterned dragon egg would sell him a lot. But his hate for dragons came first, leaving the egg outside for other dragons or any other kind of beast to eat it. Of course the egg did meet one who would try and prey one it, being no other than a Wild Boar. Just about when it's jaws was going to snap at it, the dragon hatched. The skies rumbled, moving, animals ran in fear, sounds of power began to be heard. The optics of the spectators being dazzled so much, they could not see the hatching of the Thunderdrum. Finally revealing a dragon of beauty, yet ferocious, and intimidating looks. Claws were as sharp as ever like any dragon's claws would be, teeth were like the typical species of his, showing what a real Thunderdrum looks like. Teeth of great power, reminding people who the Pitbull of the Dragon World was. Sinew muscle was on the dragon, it's build large and bulky for a simple hatchling. Eyes taking a bi colored color. Left eye the wretched, and scorned eyes of his mother, an unruly golden yellow. While his right eye would take the color of his siblings, an vomit emerald green...taking the color of venom. he interesting thing was the dragon's scales, mixing in with the color of his kin. Scales were shiny, most would think of him as being the most beautiful dragon despite it's grotesque face, scales shone the color of an Saphirian blue, spots of an snowy albaster white surrounding his scaly flesh. Yet there was not only that color, for an violet stayed at his legs, socks surrounding the legs up to his elbows. The violet showed in other places also, mask of violet color residing within his face, eye circles covering those intimidating eyes of the beast. If one looked further down, they could see that Thor's creation held an violet colored snout, the violet color ending with the dragon's tassle taking the color of an violet. The appearance of the new hatched Thunderdrum just brought the Wild Boar to pure fear. His face petrified, and scared only for the loud noise the Thunderdrum, his awakening was funny his looks showing no fear of the loud noise, bravery, and arrogance showing up to his face. Yet coldness, and solitude resided there at the same time. Eventually the dragon found his way in the wild of Dragon Island quite quickly, taking his own prey even though he is quite young. Even then he is still learning, and most of his hunting go unsuccessful each hunting trip leading him to become much better, his lack of food even leading him to cannibalism when needed, the death and eating of his fellow dragons in fact leading the boy to be fascinated with it. due to his lack in water or ever seeing his kin in water. he takes an weird fascination to water, but in the end leading him to fear it...thinking of the water as his one and only master, and conqueror.

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GENDER & SEXUALITY

Male, and Regular

BREED & STANDING

Wild Thunderclap (Can be Tamed)

TRAITS

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POSITIVE TRAITS:

▪ depending on the scenario his fighting drive, and intent
▪ courage
▪ determination
▪ protection of desired things

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NEGATIVE TRAITS:

▪ arrogant
▪ tyrannic
▪ fight lover
▪ cannibalism

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LIKES:

▪ his so called "conquering"
▪ battle
▪ food especially the meat of fellow dragons
▪ being in charge

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DISLIKES:

▪ being bossed around
▪ humans
▪ other dragons
▪ water

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FEARS:

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▪ water
▪ thought of being the only one in his species
▪ swimming
▪ defeat
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The boio is no good dragon from the moment he was born, born from an aggressive and tyrannic mother with the undying will of protecting her eggs. The day of his hatching you could see he was very similar to his mother, aggressive, tyrannic, and dominant. Even thought to be the runt of his littler, yet he came out as the last living and the largest if he ever was to see his siblings. One of the Thunderclap's quirks is his despising of being conquered, his mind telling him that he is much better than that. Therefore the dragon refuses to ever be controlled, work under fellow dragons, or being the so called lackey, his vanity being quite high...make the wrong impression and he will refuse to change the opinion on you, yet even then it is possible to change after all nothing is impossible as so they say. His bravery, and courage are said to come from Thor him self, power, strength, and well power always seen on the Thunderclap's sight, being the perfect example of one of his species should be like. His will is considered to be made of iron, unbreakable in fact you can see him chasing after his prey for days. Not stopping till he gets his jaws on that one prey of his. That prey of his can be a fellow dragon also, cannibalism driving him to be the apex predator. From his days of not eating for so long, he has taking a liking to fellow dragons as his next meal. From his lack of being in water, or ever touching it he hates it, defies it, and runs away from water. Even then he is a Thunderclap, due to this he has this weird fascination with water thinking of it as his one and only master whatsoever.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

His build is quite large, even for his breed. Sinewy muscle making home inside him, to show an apex predator to his spectators. Weapons of choice are as sharp as ever,

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FIGHT TO THE DEATH

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ABILITIES:

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KEYWORD IN RULES

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Still needs the keyword from the rule page and your OOC name. Oh and a name if your can think of one.