Post by arkyron on Aug 20, 2011 16:28:08 GMT -5
NAME: Sprinkles, the Terrible Terror
AGE: Juvenile
GENDER: Male
STANDING: Wild
LIKES: Sprinkles is a very easily distracted creature, and is drawn to anything that shines, sparkles, glows, or is otherwise luminescent. On top of this, Sprinkles is very mischievous, and will often hunt for sport, only to release his prey and watch it run off in terror; there is nothing more entertaining to the little devil. Sprinkles also treasures a small horde of stolen viking items he's collected over the years, and is always adding to his beloved collection. Above all, however, Sprinkles loves nothing more than to roll around in warm grass when a light breeze is blowing.
DISLIKES: Sprinkles hates rain, hail, and generally any other weather that involves something that falls from the sky. This is understandable given his small size. Speaking of which, that's another dislike of his- his own size. Oh how he wishes that he was born a Night Fury, or a Monstrous Nightmare! As long as he weren't a Gronkle, he'd be fine. He thinks that Gronkles are the dumbest creatures to ever live, and hates them with a passion- especially a specific one that bullies him every now and then.
STRENGTHS: Sprinkles has absurd accuracy, to the point that he's a marksman of the dragons. Despite the fact that his flames aren't as potent as larger dragons, he's able to easily compensate for it with a combination of his accuracy and stealth. Not only does Sprinkles have the accuracy of a sniper, but he has the skills to find the spot of one as well. He can remain hidden with ease, and pick away at his targets on a whim. The tiny Terrible Terror is also very competent on foot, and is quick even by his kin's standards.
WEAKNESSES: Sprinkles has a horrendously short attention span. Anything that is doing anything can distract him, especially if it's shiny. This, combined with the fact that he suffers a birth defect rendering him with only 4 shots of fire in a 30 minute period makes for a huge disadvantage. On top of this, Sprinkles isn't the best flier; he's better at gliding, running, and jumping. If it comes to aerial combat, he doesn't stand much of a chance.
Lastly, while not a deadly weakness, Sprinkles has a horrendously ticklish spot along the middle spines on his back.
FEARS: Sprinkles would like to think himself fearless, but in truth, he's terrified of bears due to an incident in his past. Heights are also a problem due to his poor flight capabilities. Canyons, raging rapids, or anywhere generally high up terrifies him to the point of petrification. Loud noises also scare Sprinkles enough to make him run, though mid-confrontation, they don't really hold the same effect.
PERSONALITY: Sprinkles is a mischievous little devil, and prides himself on stealing viking belongings (especially shiny ones), and hoarding them all in a hollowed-out tree in the woods just on the outskirts of Berk, where he makes his home. He is very territorial about his tree, and is notorious to other terrors for running guests out. The little guy spends most of his time alone, gathering trinkets, preying on the hapless woodland creatures, and... sleeping. Very soundly, at that.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: While slightly larger than an average Terrible Terror at 2'9 long, Sprinkles lacks a large enough wing span to really maintain flight, hence his inability to fly well. His coloration is rather interesting as well- he's a dark green with an orange belly, and a vague line of blue separating the two.
ABILITIES: Sprinkles' flight is absurdly limited. He doesn't have the strength to really gain altitude, and is limited to gliding. He is also capable of fire-breathing like other Terrors, but he is limited to 4 (albeit potent) shots per half hour. Strangely enough, the flames are a green matching most of his body rather than the red, orange, and yellow of other Terrors.
HISTORY: Sprinkles has had an interesting history, to say the least. He was the runt when he hatched; the smallest in a group of 20. As with all Terrible Terrors, he spent most of his early life bickering with his siblings rather than actually hunting. Despite being the runt, he was very crafty and opportunistic, and would often just go ahead and eat while the others were busy fighting.
When it came time to fly, however, Sprinkles was frustrated to find that, while he could glide, he could not soar like his brethren. Eventually, he was left behind entirely. Alone and afraid, Sprinkles took refuge in a hollowed-out log in the woods where he was born. It came to be one day, however, that a small troupe of Vikings traversed through the woods. The Terrible Terror had never seen these strange, muscular creatures with shiny, metal heads and horns. Curious, he silently stalked them back to their village, Berk.
The first thing that hit the creature was that they had a lot of food. It would be easy to bob and weave under tables and through pens collecting scraps. More importantly, however, he could not ignore the many things these men had that shined so brightly- from coins, to small knives, to compasses, he stole every single item he could get his little claws on, and took them back to his log. The Vikings eventually caught on, but most who noticed him didn't really mind, and those who did couldn't catch him.
FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: 19 siblings; 12 sisters and 7 brothers, specifically.
KEYWORD IN RULES: Toothless
AGE: Juvenile
GENDER: Male
STANDING: Wild
LIKES: Sprinkles is a very easily distracted creature, and is drawn to anything that shines, sparkles, glows, or is otherwise luminescent. On top of this, Sprinkles is very mischievous, and will often hunt for sport, only to release his prey and watch it run off in terror; there is nothing more entertaining to the little devil. Sprinkles also treasures a small horde of stolen viking items he's collected over the years, and is always adding to his beloved collection. Above all, however, Sprinkles loves nothing more than to roll around in warm grass when a light breeze is blowing.
DISLIKES: Sprinkles hates rain, hail, and generally any other weather that involves something that falls from the sky. This is understandable given his small size. Speaking of which, that's another dislike of his- his own size. Oh how he wishes that he was born a Night Fury, or a Monstrous Nightmare! As long as he weren't a Gronkle, he'd be fine. He thinks that Gronkles are the dumbest creatures to ever live, and hates them with a passion- especially a specific one that bullies him every now and then.
STRENGTHS: Sprinkles has absurd accuracy, to the point that he's a marksman of the dragons. Despite the fact that his flames aren't as potent as larger dragons, he's able to easily compensate for it with a combination of his accuracy and stealth. Not only does Sprinkles have the accuracy of a sniper, but he has the skills to find the spot of one as well. He can remain hidden with ease, and pick away at his targets on a whim. The tiny Terrible Terror is also very competent on foot, and is quick even by his kin's standards.
WEAKNESSES: Sprinkles has a horrendously short attention span. Anything that is doing anything can distract him, especially if it's shiny. This, combined with the fact that he suffers a birth defect rendering him with only 4 shots of fire in a 30 minute period makes for a huge disadvantage. On top of this, Sprinkles isn't the best flier; he's better at gliding, running, and jumping. If it comes to aerial combat, he doesn't stand much of a chance.
Lastly, while not a deadly weakness, Sprinkles has a horrendously ticklish spot along the middle spines on his back.
FEARS: Sprinkles would like to think himself fearless, but in truth, he's terrified of bears due to an incident in his past. Heights are also a problem due to his poor flight capabilities. Canyons, raging rapids, or anywhere generally high up terrifies him to the point of petrification. Loud noises also scare Sprinkles enough to make him run, though mid-confrontation, they don't really hold the same effect.
PERSONALITY: Sprinkles is a mischievous little devil, and prides himself on stealing viking belongings (especially shiny ones), and hoarding them all in a hollowed-out tree in the woods just on the outskirts of Berk, where he makes his home. He is very territorial about his tree, and is notorious to other terrors for running guests out. The little guy spends most of his time alone, gathering trinkets, preying on the hapless woodland creatures, and... sleeping. Very soundly, at that.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: While slightly larger than an average Terrible Terror at 2'9 long, Sprinkles lacks a large enough wing span to really maintain flight, hence his inability to fly well. His coloration is rather interesting as well- he's a dark green with an orange belly, and a vague line of blue separating the two.
ABILITIES: Sprinkles' flight is absurdly limited. He doesn't have the strength to really gain altitude, and is limited to gliding. He is also capable of fire-breathing like other Terrors, but he is limited to 4 (albeit potent) shots per half hour. Strangely enough, the flames are a green matching most of his body rather than the red, orange, and yellow of other Terrors.
HISTORY: Sprinkles has had an interesting history, to say the least. He was the runt when he hatched; the smallest in a group of 20. As with all Terrible Terrors, he spent most of his early life bickering with his siblings rather than actually hunting. Despite being the runt, he was very crafty and opportunistic, and would often just go ahead and eat while the others were busy fighting.
When it came time to fly, however, Sprinkles was frustrated to find that, while he could glide, he could not soar like his brethren. Eventually, he was left behind entirely. Alone and afraid, Sprinkles took refuge in a hollowed-out log in the woods where he was born. It came to be one day, however, that a small troupe of Vikings traversed through the woods. The Terrible Terror had never seen these strange, muscular creatures with shiny, metal heads and horns. Curious, he silently stalked them back to their village, Berk.
The first thing that hit the creature was that they had a lot of food. It would be easy to bob and weave under tables and through pens collecting scraps. More importantly, however, he could not ignore the many things these men had that shined so brightly- from coins, to small knives, to compasses, he stole every single item he could get his little claws on, and took them back to his log. The Vikings eventually caught on, but most who noticed him didn't really mind, and those who did couldn't catch him.
FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: 19 siblings; 12 sisters and 7 brothers, specifically.
KEYWORD IN RULES: Toothless