HUZZAH; Balrog style!

[Carantathraiel]

GOOD DAY, ladies, gents, and assorted figments of imagination! It is actually close to midnight now as I write this, but 'good day' all the same. I am, as the package that is my username suggests, Tank. An oldie role player of the Kongregate role playing rooms and general screwball of assorted insipid silliness interwoven with quotes to old movies, comedies, and songs. Emphasis on old. >.>;

So...I also like Cave Story? Just throwing that out...for those that got the thread title's meaning...yep yep.

You. I find you amusing. And awesome. Let's be friends. I'll invite you to my birthday party. We can hold hands in the lunch line. All sorts of fun stuff.

[Jamie BMKA]

He knew himself as the 1,000 Dream Dragon in his sleep, seeing himself in a hub world that was basically a stone floor, a cot, satchel and forge, his dreams always started at the hub and branched out sharply, sending out self sentient dream selves into other worlds each bringing new powers and experiences. To each came a slightly different personality but always with his base mentality, covering his mind as he slept in the center in a flow of emotions and abilities. For each new dream a stone was added to the satchel and each time he was awake in the hub he forged a weapon.

Over his time in his dreams, he had created 60+ swords all created with love and each individual in itself. The stones as well held each individual personality and set of abilities or bound weapons they had, though in almost every dream he had, had come with romances too. Romances that had gone deep and cut even deeper at the end, exaggerating his sense of being romantically alone. Causing a malevolent poison in the very depths of his being. Standing rather short, he stood at about 5' 5" and his bronzed skin was of a light colouration that showed he spent a fair amount of time in the sun. His chest was broad, though he didn't see himself as particularly muscled, he spent a lot of time training and practicing his arts.

Dark hair almost black but was in fact purpe came in a mop on his head, straight and sleek, it seemed odd that a dragon dreamed of himself in a humanoid body and with hair to boot. The two most distinguishing features of his inhumane waking body were the wings he sported on his back and at night when light is flashed in his eyes the pupils turn to slits instead of dots.