Post by toothless on Mar 31, 2012 22:25:50 GMT -5
NAME: Fayre
AGE: Juvenile
GENDER: Female
STANDING: Wild
BREED: Night Fury
LIKES:
- Water
- Thunderstorms
- Star-filled nights
- Clear, open meadows
DISLIKES:
- Doomfangs
- Boneknappers
- Humans
- Bright daylight
STRENGTHS:
- Speed
- Maneuverability
- Sharp Hearing
- Sharp Vision
WEAKNESSES:
- Small Size
- Stubbornness
- Temperamental
- Not as strong of a fighter
FEARS:
- Death
- Human Weaponry
- Loneliness
PERSONALITY: Fayre is a very soft-spoken, somewhat timid dragon. She is the type of dragon you would see swimming rather than flying, although she enjoys both. Fayre has a bit of a temper, but it only shows when someone really pushes the wrong buttons. When around other dragons she really likes, she tends to walk with the utmost of grace, flaunting her odd, yet beautiful scales for all to see.
HISTORY: Fayre was born just like every Night Fury by seemingly average parents. Though to this very day, her strange markings boggle her mind. She has no recollection of where they came from, only that they seemed to be there her whole life. Despite that, she continues to go about her daily life, unaware that the Isle of Berk had declared dragons their friends and pets.
ABILITIES:
- Quick flying speed, dreams of one day being able to preform a sonic boom
- Exploding fire breathe has a stronger impact that most Night Furies
- Swimming at great depths without being affected by intense amounts of pressure
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: TOOTHLESS
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY: Toothless
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: About 2
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR:
Fayre sprawled out in the open field, enjoying the star-filled night. She stared into the vast reaches of space intently as if she was trying to count every last star in the sky. Her jaws began to ache as she was presently gumming a fish while her teeth were retracted. It was nights like these that Fayre loved and also felt loneliest.
Oh, how she wanted a companion to talk to about all of the things she had discovered about the sky and the sea, the world. Standing up slowly, she wolfed down the remains of her fish and retired to her nest in a large tree. She chose her nest to be in a secluded part of the forest where no other animals seems to live, and like a bird, weaved her nest out of leaves, mosses, and grasses, which seemed to work quite nicely. She perfected the art of balancing her weight evenly on the branch so she wouldn't tip or fall out of her nest.
A little squirrel who was scurrying about collecting nuts for the long winter ahead piqued her interest. She never liked to see a little animal go hungry and she did have some small nuts that she snacked on to spare. Jabbing her claw into a nut, Fayre reached out to the squirrel, who greedily pried the nut from her claw and seemed gracious for her offer, then it scurried away as quickly as it had come.
One day I'll have a companion of my own, one day. Fayre took one last half-lidded glance at the sky before curling up in her warm nest and letting the distant chirping of crickets lull her to sleep.
"]