I'm called: Jask
I've survived: unknown
I've checked: Female
I know: Dragon of Lore
Height: 74' - claw to crown, 275' - nose to tail tip, 200' - wingspan
Hair: Jask has no hair, silly! Instead, she had a unique kind of metallic scale which refracts like so that she blends in perfectly with her surroundings, rendering her all but invisible.
Eyes: Ignore the picture, they are a bright, hard edged silver which strangely refracts the light much the same way her scales do.
Powers: Jask controls all electricity and electric energy found in the air, earth, and life. Thus she can all storms, increase the electric energy in an individual to painful, even deadly, levels.
Personality: Jask is, in a word: pensive. She isn't one for interaction with others, though she tolerates
Scars: none, her flawless metallic scales show no scars.
Weapons: her fangs, claws, and abilities
Biography:The first thing Jask was ever aware of was the crackling energy of static lightning in the tumultuous infant Earth's atmosphere, before there was other life; the time of volcanoes, storms, and sulfur...The Dragon of Lore was born of the lightning, and like elusive lightning she became.
Her unique scales allowed her to blend in with her surroundings, deeming her invisible to all unless she moved quickly and light reflected oddly from her scales, which is the cause of her liquid, slow movement style. She liked it this way, and watched the other dragons. Most of the others didn't even know she existed, which suited her just fine. However, soon came the time of humans. This was a time for struggle, even for the invisible one, and she retreated further into the craggy cliff-sides and the stormy skies of the soon-to-be-called Himalayas. When it came to be too much, Jask buried herself deep in a tropical forest, setting up wards about her clearing that no one but those with a certain talisman could see. She set herself in an almost eternal slumber, and the invisible dragon disappeared from history...
She awoke some tens of thousands of years later to a vastly different world. The vibrant forest she had slumbered in withered, and this shocked her more than anything. She took wing, and flew around the world, seeing what had changed, and soon enough decided she wanted nothing to do with the new world, and found herself an isolated corner of the world, where she met the now diminished humans. Grudgingly, she shared space with them, though she didn't reveal her presence. Wrath found the dragon of lore with his abilities, and he never left her alone. She decided to tolerate the larger dragon, and so she took the formal title Dragon of Lore.
Codename:Wings of Hindrence RP
I'm called: Ayari Goldbero
I've survived: 26
I've checked: Male
I know: Phoenix
Hair: A golden blond, and shaggy. The longest strands curl about his shoulders.
Eyes: Ayari's eyes are a deep green in color, almost black in some places, with trace flecks of gold closer toward the pupil. However, one of his eyes was gouged out long ago, and so he wears a cloth eye patch, the ends having golden bells sewn into them.
Powers: Ayari has the ability to heal wounds and basic control of flames. However, he tends to rely more on his mastery of the bow and sword and physical strength rather than relying on the magical.
Personality: Ayari is an individual who enjoys to talk for the sake of talking. He is rather self confident, and that and his notorious habit for getting into trouble make for some humorous and dangerous moments. He is good natured, and most things aren't enough to truly 'ruffle his feathers'.
Scars: Well, he is missing an eye, you know. He doesn't like to tell of where he got it, and when asked, he tends to embellish a fake tale of adventure. In reality, he lost the eye when acid was splashed in his face, therefore destroying the eye before he had a chance to heal himself.
Tattoo's None, he doesn't like tattoos all that much.
Weapons: Ayari has his talons and tearing beak, though he enjoys wielding his longbow and a scimitar, when he can get his hands on one.
Biography:Due to the nature of the phoenix race, Ayari was an only child with no parents to rely upon. He grew up on his own, and grew up quickly. At one point, before he gained his human form, he was captured by traders to be used as some sort of exotic pet. However, he eventually freed himself, at the expense of his eye, and since then he has kept himself isolated. During this time, he scrounged by on the land and whatever extra food his could snitch that was just lying around. Frankly, he got quite good at the whole thieving thing. When he first heard the voices, he dismissed them. However, as time went on and the voiced got more persistent, he eventually started toward the area of the white dragon without realizing he was doing so.
Codename:Wings of Hindrence RP
· Mon Jan 17, 2011 @ 06:50am · 0 Comments