Post by Saro on Jan 19, 2009 17:35:58 GMT -8
Name: Duke, and nothing more.
Gender: Male
Race: Half-dragon, half-human
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Age: Not that old. He's still half human, after all.
Appearance: Tends to walk about as the average human, but enjoys having his dragon wings out for hasty getaways and sunning himself. His dragon form is sleek and black, minimalistic as far as spikes or ridges go, but the sheer weight of his tail is a weapon on its own.
His human form is generally seen as long-legged and as streamlined as his dragon counterpart, but he often can pull strength from his heritage that betrays his appearance. His hair is left to grow as it may, often looking unkempt or ragged. From under the shadow of his hair, a pair of toxic green eyes peer out as though from the darkness itself.
Other things:
Personality: He's Chaotic Evil for a reason. Hypothetically, if he had friends, they would joke that he could spit fire in either of his forms. He's a ticking time bomb of unreleased killing power, and he'll do just that without a glimmer of remorse. He tends to have very little direction; with the right villain leader to harness his uncontained power, the two would make quite a team.
Abilities: Ordinary dragon things while in that form. Such as: flying, breathing fire, titanic strength, hardened exterior to physical attacks, etc.
Family: One half brother.(See: Mathieu)
History: Duke became who he was as the result of an experiment. No, he was born naturally, and he had a half brother. But for whatever reason, instead of growing up with their parents, they were quickly told that the man raising them was no family of theirs. The two were kept seperate after the age of three. Duke lived hearing about agonies and the suffering of people and the corrupt leaders that govern them. He was raised to harken to the worst urges of human and dragon nature; he was to kill, and he was to feel nothing for it. He was to burn villages and steal and torture, and it was because the people deserved what was coming to them.
Weapons: A long, thick lance. The better to skewer people without even having to get off his horse.
Quote:"What, you thought I'd be the cold, brooding type that never speaks? I'd love to be more social, it's just that every time I walk by something, it tends to end up getting blood all over my lance blade."
Gender: Male
Race: Half-dragon, half-human
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Age: Not that old. He's still half human, after all.
Appearance: Tends to walk about as the average human, but enjoys having his dragon wings out for hasty getaways and sunning himself. His dragon form is sleek and black, minimalistic as far as spikes or ridges go, but the sheer weight of his tail is a weapon on its own.
His human form is generally seen as long-legged and as streamlined as his dragon counterpart, but he often can pull strength from his heritage that betrays his appearance. His hair is left to grow as it may, often looking unkempt or ragged. From under the shadow of his hair, a pair of toxic green eyes peer out as though from the darkness itself.
Other things:
Personality: He's Chaotic Evil for a reason. Hypothetically, if he had friends, they would joke that he could spit fire in either of his forms. He's a ticking time bomb of unreleased killing power, and he'll do just that without a glimmer of remorse. He tends to have very little direction; with the right villain leader to harness his uncontained power, the two would make quite a team.
Abilities: Ordinary dragon things while in that form. Such as: flying, breathing fire, titanic strength, hardened exterior to physical attacks, etc.
Family: One half brother.(See: Mathieu)
History: Duke became who he was as the result of an experiment. No, he was born naturally, and he had a half brother. But for whatever reason, instead of growing up with their parents, they were quickly told that the man raising them was no family of theirs. The two were kept seperate after the age of three. Duke lived hearing about agonies and the suffering of people and the corrupt leaders that govern them. He was raised to harken to the worst urges of human and dragon nature; he was to kill, and he was to feel nothing for it. He was to burn villages and steal and torture, and it was because the people deserved what was coming to them.
Weapons: A long, thick lance. The better to skewer people without even having to get off his horse.
Quote:"What, you thought I'd be the cold, brooding type that never speaks? I'd love to be more social, it's just that every time I walk by something, it tends to end up getting blood all over my lance blade."