Post by skylar23 on Dec 18, 2010 21:21:47 GMT -5
NAME: Noah Blackheart
ALIAS: Max
AGE: 18
GENDER: Male
STANDING: Viking
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual, as well as a bit of heart for Dragons
LIKES: Any rythm or music; thinking; writing; spending time alone
DISLIKES: Being in public; having to talk to unacquainted people; fighting; cooking
STRENGTHS: Sword fighting; persuasion; stealth(to a limit); fighting solo
WEAKNESSES: Fighting on a team; talking; archery; public occasions
FEARSBeing buried alive; water; getting left behind; letting others get hurt because of him
AMBITIONS: To be a great dragon trainer; to get over his fear of water; to cure his amnesia; to become one of the best swordfighters around
SECRETS: Nearly drowned, washed up on shore of Berk; Has a love for dragons a bit... stronger than most.
PERSONALITY: Noah loves to keep silent, and hides his inner emotions to everyone. He enjoys living alone, it's been easy enough for him. That way, he doesn't really have to have all those 'emotional times' with people. That may get annoying.. He's never really had a place to call home.
Noah doesn't have anyone he can call a 'friend', and therefore pretty much is socially inept.
The boy has a few "small" mental issues, like the occasional mental relapse. So don't take anything he says to heart unless you purposely provoked him. General rule for being around Noah; if he isn't looking at you, he's probably talking to himself. And ignoring you.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: He has a fairly tan face, brown hair to his shoulders, a semi-muscled body, wears slightly singed dark drown leather light armor, always; has a scar going across the side of his neck that is hidden by his collar, from a bear incident, is fairly skinny, and is tall for his age.
HISTORY: Noah had been originally born in Berk, under the name of Stephens. He was raised in a fairly normal family, or Gods forbid, however normal a Viking family was. His father was a great warrior, known for his prowess in battle; or so the stories he told went. His father wasn't as actually famous as he fantasized, but Noah was always intently listening to his stories anyways. He grew wanting to be exactly like his father someday.
His mother, on the other hand, worked mainly inside their small home. It was a happy little abode, the atmosphere usually warm from her housekeeping.
Upon Noah's tenth birthday, his father told him he would come out to sail with him and his team. Said team, was comprised mainly of sword-fighters and two archers. Noah complied quickly, but his mother wasn't so sure. She said she had an odd gut feeling, but nevertheless she let him go.
This gut feeling was pretty accurate. Upon their leave, a storm began to brew, throwing them off course. While trying to steer back towards land, the ship smashed into an outcropping of rocks; breaking the boat into pieces. Noah was the only to survive, because of one lucky accident.
On the same night, the one who would become his greatest companion; Nightrode, was clinging to a log for dear life, floating amongst the storm. He had just barely been surviving the last week afloat, mind drenched with salty seawater and a rumbling stomach only with the few remnants of the occasional fish. The young boy clung to this log for dear life, and watched the sleeping dragon. Of all else in the storm... this calmed him.
He passed out after a while, but his clothes had caught onto the log at a few points, as well as his arms being wrapped around the wood. He washed up on shore, far from his home nearly two and a half days later, in the middle of a desolate beach. Noah woke soon after the sun began beating upon his shivering body, rising slowly and sorely. He blinked as he looked around and to the dragon.
The cold water and crash had managed to cause a case of hypothermia. And amnesia.
The boy scooped up the trembling creature in his arms before moving further inland, as instinct told him. He laid the dragon down and looked about for anything to eat. After picking some blueberries when finding a bush from the labors of hours of searching, he returned to the spot. Noah found the young dragon awake as he slowly fed himself and Nightrode the berries.
After this day, a strong bond formed between them, though Noah could not remember the events of that night. Nor his family. All he could remember was his name. Even then, his last name was lost to him. Blackheart was what he picked up eventually, just to... conform to the world.
Noah would eventually wander upon the village of Berk at the age of 17 and be taken in shortly before he disappeared again. Just after his eighteenth birthday, about the present time, he managed to crash land into the Arena of Berk while making an attempted flight. So there he found himself in the village again.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: None. All dead or never heard of to his knowledge.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: His claymore.
DRAGON NAME: Nightrode
DRAGON TYPE: Unidentified
DRAGON PERSONALITY: Protective, justified
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: Acid Breath
KEYWORD IN RULES: *********
ALIAS: Max
AGE: 18
GENDER: Male
STANDING: Viking
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual, as well as a bit of heart for Dragons
LIKES: Any rythm or music; thinking; writing; spending time alone
DISLIKES: Being in public; having to talk to unacquainted people; fighting; cooking
STRENGTHS: Sword fighting; persuasion; stealth(to a limit); fighting solo
WEAKNESSES: Fighting on a team; talking; archery; public occasions
FEARSBeing buried alive; water; getting left behind; letting others get hurt because of him
AMBITIONS: To be a great dragon trainer; to get over his fear of water; to cure his amnesia; to become one of the best swordfighters around
SECRETS: Nearly drowned, washed up on shore of Berk; Has a love for dragons a bit... stronger than most.
PERSONALITY: Noah loves to keep silent, and hides his inner emotions to everyone. He enjoys living alone, it's been easy enough for him. That way, he doesn't really have to have all those 'emotional times' with people. That may get annoying.. He's never really had a place to call home.
Noah doesn't have anyone he can call a 'friend', and therefore pretty much is socially inept.
The boy has a few "small" mental issues, like the occasional mental relapse. So don't take anything he says to heart unless you purposely provoked him. General rule for being around Noah; if he isn't looking at you, he's probably talking to himself. And ignoring you.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: He has a fairly tan face, brown hair to his shoulders, a semi-muscled body, wears slightly singed dark drown leather light armor, always; has a scar going across the side of his neck that is hidden by his collar, from a bear incident, is fairly skinny, and is tall for his age.
HISTORY: Noah had been originally born in Berk, under the name of Stephens. He was raised in a fairly normal family, or Gods forbid, however normal a Viking family was. His father was a great warrior, known for his prowess in battle; or so the stories he told went. His father wasn't as actually famous as he fantasized, but Noah was always intently listening to his stories anyways. He grew wanting to be exactly like his father someday.
His mother, on the other hand, worked mainly inside their small home. It was a happy little abode, the atmosphere usually warm from her housekeeping.
Upon Noah's tenth birthday, his father told him he would come out to sail with him and his team. Said team, was comprised mainly of sword-fighters and two archers. Noah complied quickly, but his mother wasn't so sure. She said she had an odd gut feeling, but nevertheless she let him go.
This gut feeling was pretty accurate. Upon their leave, a storm began to brew, throwing them off course. While trying to steer back towards land, the ship smashed into an outcropping of rocks; breaking the boat into pieces. Noah was the only to survive, because of one lucky accident.
On the same night, the one who would become his greatest companion; Nightrode, was clinging to a log for dear life, floating amongst the storm. He had just barely been surviving the last week afloat, mind drenched with salty seawater and a rumbling stomach only with the few remnants of the occasional fish. The young boy clung to this log for dear life, and watched the sleeping dragon. Of all else in the storm... this calmed him.
He passed out after a while, but his clothes had caught onto the log at a few points, as well as his arms being wrapped around the wood. He washed up on shore, far from his home nearly two and a half days later, in the middle of a desolate beach. Noah woke soon after the sun began beating upon his shivering body, rising slowly and sorely. He blinked as he looked around and to the dragon.
The cold water and crash had managed to cause a case of hypothermia. And amnesia.
The boy scooped up the trembling creature in his arms before moving further inland, as instinct told him. He laid the dragon down and looked about for anything to eat. After picking some blueberries when finding a bush from the labors of hours of searching, he returned to the spot. Noah found the young dragon awake as he slowly fed himself and Nightrode the berries.
After this day, a strong bond formed between them, though Noah could not remember the events of that night. Nor his family. All he could remember was his name. Even then, his last name was lost to him. Blackheart was what he picked up eventually, just to... conform to the world.
Noah would eventually wander upon the village of Berk at the age of 17 and be taken in shortly before he disappeared again. Just after his eighteenth birthday, about the present time, he managed to crash land into the Arena of Berk while making an attempted flight. So there he found himself in the village again.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: None. All dead or never heard of to his knowledge.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: His claymore.
DRAGON NAME: Nightrode
DRAGON TYPE: Unidentified
DRAGON PERSONALITY: Protective, justified
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: Acid Breath
KEYWORD IN RULES: *********
