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Always under construction.
This post will contain a basic format I will use for most of my characters. This post will have a format I will be using for different types of characters.
I'll make it look pretty later.
I don't always draw my pictures, which is why not all are done by me. I've been told I've got quite a knack for sticking characters together by looking at the pictures. Usually when I do this, I try to respect the original creator and keep their names if it's known to me. I don't claim these characters as my own at all, but rather original-canon characters.
I don't know, it's the most I can do to try and raise the publicity of these artist and get their works known.
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Breed: Shadow Dragon
Length: 5 feet
Scale Colour: Mainly purple, but the light source has a tendency to move causing the scales to change colour from greens and blues to red and orange colours.
Eye Colour: Translucent
Wingspan: 8 feet at full length
Personality: Curious, slightly hyperactive and very naive. Due to being around humanoids a general great time of his life as a hatchling, he has grown used to them. While not the most intelligent baby around, he does prove to be a natural when it comes to puzzle solving.
History: Vei isn’t like other dragons in a sense he wasn’t hatched naturally. As an egg, he was taken from his nest and kept in human care. Before hatching, Vei was often experimented on, fused with magic and placed near magical substances in an attempt to create a new breed of dragon that would serve under their group. The magic was supposed to change the baby’s nature while fertilize the egg with magic to assure the baby hatched successfully and grew rapidly, quicker than normal dragons to full adulthood. It took a while, but eventually the egg began to hatch. While it was expected Vei to grow to look more natural, instead his scales shone with multiple colours, glittering in different acid-induced colours. The group remained with Vei, despite his strange colours and tried to raise it, continuing to take notes about the little youngster. He would eat, sleep and do everything a normal dragon would do and yet would remain docile towards the humans. Vei grew rapidly for a dragon, growing large in just a few years; he even began to spew strange acid clouds instead of anything like a normal Shadow dragon could do. As time went on, the humans and their illegal experimentation was found and with help, Vei was able to immediately flee and fly off and away from the hideout before the door could even be tore down. Vei thought very little of it and simply continued his merry way, quite enjoying his free-flying and a feeling of freedom. Vei has never actually met another dragon before or ever hunted by himself, finding it a little difficult to get by due to his small size.
Last edited by Mogtaki; 05-24-2011 at 05:55 PM.
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Whoever touched my first post needs to be kicked in for wasting my time trying to code that bugger. Spent ages and then was told it no longer existed as a post. But whatever. I'll make another later when I can be bothered.
Name: Sun Wukong; AKA “The Monkey King”, Sun Wu
Age: Hard to determine; he may be 30 or he may be younger. When approached by a grown, much hardier looking individual he’d say 30; when confronted by a woman younger than him he’d say 21. He’s either a mystery or just doesn’t know it, or even appear to age.
Type: Monkey Therianthrope, at least he appears to be one.
Appearance: Sun stands at a height of 6”5 with a slender build; he is quite tall. He has long, shaggy brown hair in his human appearance along with a goatee. His iris colour is a blue in both forms. When in his normal form, his appearance changes dramatically; hair covers his now elongated forearms and hands, his forelegs and a large tail that sprouts from his backside. His toes and thumbs have changed position; they now assume a more monkey-like appearance with the ability to grapple onto objects along with having short claws. Brown fur runs down his back in a rather bushy way. He usually only wears combat shorts when out and about and nothing else in any form.
Besides his human and normal form, he has a much larger, more fearful form. A large bulky form consumes his original form; his facial structure changed and his scrawny frame transformed into a much more toned version. His face resembles a baboon with his huge fangs and a large jaw. His fur becomes a black and this time grows thickly down to his brow and expands largely around his cheeks while sideburns grow long just around his large, slightly pointed ears and down his face. His body-shape unfortunately resembles a more lycanthrope nature to it; this shows that he may have some similarity to their kind. His neck is thick and his chest cavity large and completely covered in fur. His shoulders are bushy but the fur stops just before his biceps which are now largely muscular. His arms have increased in size and length while his fingers now have much longer claws. His combat shorts have stayed in-tact due to their baggy appearance. His muscle-mass on his legs have bulked up but, unlike his arms, they’ve remained short; his toes have kept their claws. His tail is long, thick and ragged in fur. His eyes glow an eerie yellow.
In both forms, no matter what his size, a golden crown-like band sticks to his head. Any magic user will be able to tell this has been enchanted and cannot be removed; this band is more visible in his transformed state than it is in his normal form as his hair covers it purposely. In his human form, this crown-like band is covered by a sweatband.
Personality: He’s cheeky, active and very disobedient. He’d start a fight with anyone just to prove he’s better than them; if he loses he’ll still boast and taunt them, claiming he’s better and just was bored with them. He can appear to be rather selfish at times and is quite willing to steal to get what he wants. He is also insanely greedy, very much so. He gets hungry very quickly and will eat a lot of food when he can get his hands on it; in his transformed state, this hunger is significantly increased which shows signs that he has been cursed with this form.
Despite his cocky nature, he isn’t very strong and has to use great agility to win in anything he gets himself in to.
History: Thought to have been born in Chinatown, he was dubbed The Monkey King after the legend of the same name. Many believe that he is the original Monkey King but, then again, people don’t usually believe in old legends like that anymore. He worked within a circus group for a long time as an acrobat, showing off his great moves and various skills as a performer. He loved his job, he loved going to the celebrations within the town and going off to celebrate with both human and creature alike; it all seemed super for him until he bumped into the wrong crowd at the wrong time of day.
He was left battered and broken, barely moving and showing near to no hope of recovery; that was until an ancient demon found him. This demon restored his health, fed him and bathed him until it was time for him to leave; she would have gladly let him go if he was not the one they called The Monkey King. Intrigued, she ordered him to stay until she had investigated him fully. His impatience got the better of him and instead of forcing him completely, she made an offer. She offered to give him power in exchange for his allegiance; he considered this deeply (for a minimum of half a minute) before gladly accepting. He received his power but at a cost; he was bound to her will now. She bound a crown-like band to his head and attached its’ magic to a monkey statue to which she held very close to her.
Despite his fears of being used, he went on with his life normally. He tested his newly founded powers; his stave that could be summoned, a cloud to which he could ride at incredible speeds at through the night, wind and water attacks. He adored these abilities but, when it came to a certain night, he changed into a monster. Bewildered, he rushed to the demon and asked her what was wrong with him; she gave him an answer. The reason he had been tended by her in the first place was because he had been attacked by a hunting pack of Lycanthropes; their curse had passed onto him. Sun felt devastated. He knew of the other creatures and those who roamed the night; he had simply gotten too drunk to comprehend that going through the park for a shortcut was a very bad idea.
He slowly sank into a depression. He spent many nights drinking at the only bar he knew to serve him what he wanted when he wanted; the Black Seal, a pub with very little love for the fulfilled in life. He gained very little money, nearly forgot his entire heritage as he wallowed in self-pity. He had his highs and lows, sometimes days were kind to him and he’d feel happy but other times he’d feel he’d rather stay with the demon; however, sometimes, he could hear her commands in his head through the binding of his crown.
He sure was one hell of a King, indeed.
Other: Based off Journey to the West, a 16th century Chinese epic novel. He’s not the same as the original Sun Wukong (known here as Monkey) but heavily based upon him to keep to legend. I wanted to deviate away from the story but make him different from typical myths and legends. Sun Wukong is still extremely popular as a character in China while there’s a holiday dedicated to him; people walk on hot coals and climb ladders made of double-edged knives as a test of trust and endurance. I wanted to have him different with a deeper but a short history than the typical Therianthrope that may appear.
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Name: Lance Laucette
Species: Monster Fox (Zoroark)
Personality: A calm, quiet man who rarely shows his face. He will rarely battle, not unless it is in the name of vengeance and trickery. His favourite past time is reading a book; then, he will begin to play out the illusion of the fantasy world within. He recognises that he's quite monstrous compared to others but, if someone was to announce this to him, he'll create the illusion that he is one to scare them. He can see through the eyes on the helm which move on their own; however, they may also move by themselves when he sleeps. He’s very pessimistic, often left confused over why people would want to talk to him.
Special Ability: Transform: He has the ability to transform into anybody and anything alive. While his method of transformation seems unlimited, he is limited to his own strengths and the transformation may be disrupted if he is harmed enough.
Illusion: Has the ability to manipulate the darkness and create illusions at his own will. The illusion is difficult to disrupt, showing that the mind is stronger than will.
Bio: As a child, Lance had always been quiet, keeping to himself and indulging his mind in fantasy worlds. He had quite the imagination while always reading a new book every week. He never did make many friends as a little kid, never enjoying any form of study unless it involved something outer-worldly. As he grew up, while keeping close to his books, his specie’s true instincts were beginning to show themselves; he became more aggressive to outsiders, almost coming close to ripping people apart if they came near him. The realisation that he was becoming the typical monster his kind turn in to was when he was finally approached on this subject, soon finding himself pinned down to prevent him from ripping people apart in the process. After a long, drilled in lecture, he soon found himself leaving the land in which he was born in.
Lance disappeared for ten years. Nobody knew what happened to him or where he went; only that he returned looking completely different. When he returned, he was hidden beneath a strange mask and a large, black cloak hiding his body. He appeared a lot calmer than what he used to be, but something was different about him. He no longer had normal hands and feet, but rather claws and fur growing from bulkier limbs. Many people thought he had become a monster and fled from him the moment he came closer; however, he didn’t chase them. He simply sat down, picked up a book and began reading like he always did. It was strange; those horribly clawed fingers could pick up and turn a delicate piece of paper with no damage to the structure of the book. When approached, he would talk calmly while continuing to read. He never removed his cloak and mask, even while sleeping, the eyes always watching and glowing. While Lance appeared to had calmed down greatly, he seemed withdrawn from others once again, finding anybody wanting to talk to him as a strange occurrence.
Extra: Lance hails from Poke Crusade on deviantart through me. His history has not been fully made available due to it spoiling RP with some people.
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Name: Unong (Oonong) Khan
Alias: While he goes by Unong, his real first name is a name he doesn’t feel suits him anymore so he keeps it secret to others.
Specie: Mutated Human
Education: Basic maths and language skills. Excels in human biology and natural biology.
Personality: Unong is gentle, loyal and is sometimes described as naive. While he is very loyal, he can also be a coward when it comes to anything that could cause him pain. Pain scares him because of how his mutation functions, the presence of pain often signalling his mutation advancing. He doesn’t really enjoy the light while preferring to stay out of it, the reason for his pale skin. While Unong’s time spent in the Eclipse building’s been short, he still recognises his place in the group.
He isn’t all calm and gentle all the time; he is known to be quite short tempered and will lash out ferociously if brought out of his calm state. He becomes vicious and feral, using his claws as his primary weapon. It is thought that his lashing out is to do with a change in his brain chemistry as his mutation advances. With his body changing all the time, it has been required that he takes therapy often and medication to keep his mutation at bay; the more medication he takes, the less mutated he appears. While it seems to make sense that he takes a lot of medication to calm down his mutation, it causes him too much pain for it to recede too much. It is important that he takes the medication as if he doesn’t, his mutation may advance too much and turn him into a monster.
Appearance: Unong stands at 5”6 when he’s not crouching, his frame being rather skinny except for his mutated limbs. Unong can’t stand for very long due to the weight of his arms so he prefers to crouch and walk on his knuckles, decreasing his height to just over 3 feet tall. His arms are the same length as his legs due to the heavily mutated skin, his body resembling that of a gorilla. His black skin sports the appearance of hardened magma while having a rough, sandpaper texture. The spikes protruding from his skin are bone growths. He hides one of his eyes for his own reason, preferring to hide it in his embarrassment.
Occupation: Unemployed, spends his time helping others.
Family: Unidentified parents (both living)
Criminal record/ Local record/citizenship: No known criminal record.
Powers: Super-precise regeneration and cell formation. The main ability Unong possesses (and by far his most useful) is his ability to shape entire body parts using rapid cell growth. He can regrow working organs, limbs, even nerves if he wanted to. This ability comes with very little cost while the energy needed to reproduce them depends on the size and complicated the anatomy is. While he can do this in his own body, he can also grow them outside and give them to other people if they so lose a limb or need a transplant. The body part will always be compatible with the other person with a 0% chance of rejection from the patient.
While he concentrates on growing body parts for other people, he can destroy his own creations. If something goes wrong, he can reabsorb the cells used and reuse the energy. His power can be highly destructive if he gets his hands on the person who he gave the organ to, especially when he can destroy it himself. While he doesn’t do this, he still has the potential power to do so and possibly develop it further.
Super durability and strength: His black skin as hard as steel (and as heavy as it too). He can swing his arms viciously, displaying great power. While his skin is solid, his claws are even tougher and sharper, growing like talons at the end of his fingers.
Along with his mutation, he has great strength. He can’t control his strength but when he can, he can lift huge weights and crush his environment. At this point in time, he has not been able to display the full extent of his strength unless he turns hostile.
History: Unong was the child of a couple who had went under the super treatment prior to it facing the public withdraw. In their day, the father gained super strength and durability while the mother was a super-intelligent psychic. There was very little care about what would happen if two mutants got together and had a child. Unong was born seventeen years prior to now with little complications apart from a premature birth. Nothing appeared to be wrong with the child and they gave him a normal boy’s name, one that he now refuses to speak of.
There are many reasons why he never speaks his real name, often ranging from embarrassment to doubt that he’s even a human anymore and deserves such a human name. He doesn’t have much care about it anymore.
Unong seemed to grow into a normal child right up until his early teens when he began to notice something changing within him. The tips of his fingers became black and hard while strange tumours began to grow gradually. The growths were cancerous, taking over areas of his body and changing them into grotesque black lumps on his skin. Unong was terrified that he was going to die; his parents could only wonder the same or whether something more was happening to him. They rushed for help, seeking out a doctor that specialised in mutations. They were told that it was a sign that his inherited mutation beginning to show in the form of non-lethal cancerous tumours; the worst part about it was it was going to change him into a monster.
Unong was terrified at first, scared of being left by his parents with his curse. All his parents could do was reassure the youngster would be alright. As the years went on, after much experimentation, a drug was produced that would successfully keep him calm and prevent his mutation from spreading. While it took several years, they had managed to keep it under only slight control with self-taught control and temporary procedures to keep him under control.
Unong was forced to adapt to his new lifestyle in an organisation that protected him from himself. He grew happier, even taking up the time to study what he was interested in. His mutation took him to a field of expertise with biology, his eyes easily scanning and holding information as he flicked through the pages of books easily. Through his studies, he began to experiment with himself, just to see how far he could take his body now that it was under control. He barely took any training at the time, preferring to concentrate on developing his knowledge further. He learnt how to use the advancing cells to create stuff out of them, first nothing with shape but soon, he managed to make his first muscle structure. He continued to advance, going on to develop something as advanced as a working brain. He was a genius at work, displaying he had even inherited his mother’s intelligence along with his father’s strength and durability.
Unong was a lot happier with himself now that he had found a purpose to his mutation. His temper began to scare him the most, turning into his only true burden in life. He threw away his old life as he began to try and control his new life as best as he could.
Strengths: Unong’s strength in his arms is incredible, he only has the problem of being unable to control it. When he has no control over it, he displays he has enough strength to out-compete the strongest known beings alive.
He has the potential to abolish the transplant list completely with his power to create organs, as well as save lives completely if they become fatally wounded.
Weaknesses: His temper is his greatest weakness. While it’s not the temper he’s afraid of but rather what he may become if he loses it completely.
His inability to stand at full height is due to his frame being so skinny and thin. His arms use up all the energy he has in his body so he appears to be anorexic, giving him less strength in his stomach muscles and back to withstand the pressure of standing up for a long time.
His cowardice prevents him from battling to his true extent, especially his fear over what may happen if he gets hurt.
He has a Social Anxiety Disorder, showing is easily stressed out by anything relevant to him; he even becomes stressed out over the thought of whether he has breakfast for the next morning.
Other: Unong’s eyes glow in the dark, giving off an odd yellow glow, displaying he may just have a mysterious energy within him. He loves teddy bears and will do anything to see that one is never destroyed in front of him. His blood type is O-, the main reason why he can create organs and limbs for anyone and they will be compatible. Unong hates the way he looks, using his hair to hide his face. While Unong has good vision already, he can see even better in the dark. His favourite food is juicy fruit. Despite his looks, he still finds the time to point out whether people are ugly or not. He has five toes on one foot but only three large claws on the other, all the while his right hand is larger than his left and his left shoulder is thicker than his right.
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Name: Valerius Samuil
Age: 24 human years
Race: Elf (Dragard)
Weapons: Serpent daggers, often poison tipped. Small buckler. His snake companion is his main source of poison and can sometimes serve as a weapon itself.
Small bio: His cold, emerald eyes could pierce the night; Valerius is the Serpent King, self-crowned, of course. He was swift, cunning and could seduce a woman a mile away with only a glance. While there may had been many statements exaggerated by others, Valerius was still one known for being hasty and sometimes too daring for his own good.
When he was a little younger, his status as a Dragard came only with some concern; he was a black dragon, as dark as night itself. He was often feared over the possibility that he would become a devil in his own rights, a worry that was spawned by a farseer who foresaw black dragons becoming a tool of havoc and misery. To counter this, the only solution was to change him in a way that sounded like it may just kill him instead. They fused him with a precious stone; a giant emerald. This was no normal emerald; the emerald was huge, one of the largest of its kind. It was often believed by elves that the stone held radical powers within, ones that could change metal to gold; bring the dead to life and other tales passed through generations.
They thought it may be possible to change his future if they made him something different, a different coloured dragon that would become immune to the possibility that black dragons would be enslaved. Through a long and arduous ritual, the emerald was fused into him but instead grew large and protruded through his back and chest. It fused with his heart, gave him green highlights and made his eyes glow green. While they thought they may have killed him, he remained alive as if nothing had even happened to him.
Valerius never did ask for such consequences, but with no changes to his lifestyle made, he continued onwards in life. Even though his own kind thought it was possible to change a black dragon into a different coloured dragon, they didn’t think well enough to wonder whether he would be changed in life by this. With his heart now an emerald, he was subjected to poaching by those who cared not for legends and rumours, but for money and fame. He was forced to use defences he never thought he would need, even forced to use his animal companion for resources that elves of his tribe were bound to.
His snake was given to him when he was just breaking through into puberty as their first step into manhood, a companion that was supposed to be his guardian in life; that was, until, he was labelled as a Dragard.
He would have to protect his serpent companion. He learned the ways of the assassin, from poison making to swift combat, he was going to fight to be the first to strike and live and hopefully; find a way to get rid of the obstructive emerald without killing himself.
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((Zelda RP Character))
Name: Kuvo Reinhart
Hometown: Kakariko Village
Skills: Kuvo handles well with a sword and a shield, better than he would with a two-hander. He’s quicker when his arms have free movement, all the while showing he could be a jack-of-all-trades but a master of none. For a young lad, he’s taken much of his time trying to master anything he could out of interest.
Appearance: Kuvo is fairly average in height, reaching little under 5’8” when standing up straight. He boasts typically fair skin for a Hylian, green eyes, black hair and a well built physique. He wears a typical array for a blacksmith, also with some clothes designed for himself. Wearing light black metal gauntlets, they are made from a type of scorched metal plating, the metal only found from Death Mountain but distributed fairly well around Hyrule. His boots are made from fairly soft yet tough black leather, reaching to just a few inches below his kneecap. His trousers and undershirt are thick, coloured white, separated by a black belt with some black and brown leather bags, held by a prussian blue and black strap while dark blue material hangs loosely from his back. He often wears the same shade of blue as a hoodie-like top with missing sleeves, often used to guard him from the rain or as a typical travelling garment (while being sleeveless, keeps them out of the way when forging). While he appears to be left-handed, he is in fact ambidexterous.
Personality: Kuvo is energetic to the point where he could be too much to cope; he’ll run, he’ll jump, he’ll climb and almost literally bounce around. For someone of his age, he’s often seen as childish and will moan if he doesn’t get his own way, if only to have fun with the person he’s denied something from. When concentrating, he’ll remain quiet, making no sound at all as he focuses solely on his project or task. Other times he’ll remain quiet are when something concerns him, or when in battle. He remains loose when fighting, preferring to keep his focus on the enemy while making sure he can move without injury. He often found himself getting hurt when he stiffened his muscles, so as a precaution, he’ll keep low to the ground and move swiftly and lightly. When approached, he’ll keep quiet until the reason why they approached him comes to light; then, he will proceed to respond. He had always been taught to be polite to others and help his fellow neighbours, but will act somewhat nervously towards someone in charge. His slight nervousness towards people in charge is the worry that he may offend them; something which he picked up when he was younger. Despite showing a slight hesitant nature towards others, he’s quick to assist them when needs be. Kuvo is very open to learning new things, going as far as to even learning how to play native instruments he could never afford to buy. He enjoyed music and dancing, joining in with the Goron’s yearly celebrations with the local villagers while even trying to make his own instruments to properly join in with others; however, he could never afford them or make them as perfectly as proper musicians could.
Brief History: Before Kuvo was born, his parents would travel from village to village as Gypsy people; those who were part of a group of travellers who never did truly settle down. His father, a large man with deep black hair, would often lead the caravans and escort them through the dangerous wilderness. His mother, a smaller, blonde-haired woman was merely a cook for the people out of another four. To travel around was the norm for some Hylians, spreading their influences long before humans even existed in Hyrule; these people were some of the originals who kept up the tradition. They weren’t beggars, nor were they solders, but found home in the wilderness they lived in.
Despite their presumed openness and friendly nature, all men and women were paired from the moment they were born. It was often harsh in nature, especially when the two never did like each other, yet were forced into partnership. Kuvo’s father and mother were never meant to be partnered; yet, they would often go behind their own people’s back, committing the ‘atrocities’ of love. Not long into their secret affair had his mother become pregnant, but she didn’t notice until he was born; the reason behind this was because the pregnancy was a hidden pregnancy. Only did she know when she gave birth to him did she ever find out. Scared and fearing her life, she begged her forbidden lover to help her since they could never prove he was the father. Accepting her proposal, he rode on during the dead of night and dropped the baby off at the closest village; that being Kakariko. His mother and father were never seen near the village again.
Kuvo had been dropped off at the only house that had a light on at the dead of night; that being the blacksmiths. While his father did not know that’s what the building was, he nevertheless dropped the baby off after banging heavily on the door; the blacksmith was alerted to the sound and stepped outside with a burning metal pole to be met with a tiny baby at his feet. Living alone, the blacksmith didn’t know what to do with the child and instead immediately consulted the village elder. He waited until morning, marching straight up to the elder’s house with the little baby in his arms and knocked furiously. The elder was in, luckily, taking him in and giving the blacksmith advice. The meeting didn’t go on for very long; the elder agreed to take the child in under him until he was old enough make his own decisions, but the blacksmith would have to teach him. The elder had been a father many times and knew how to take care of a child.
And so, Kuvo grew up none-the-wiser over where he came from; nobody knew where he came from to tell him, other than he was found on the porch one night. He was a happy child, often found running around the village in delight or climbing what he shouldn’t be climbing, almost falling down the well and checking the graves nearby. There was nothing unusual about him, other than the fact that everybody knew him from either seeing him running around or when he got into trouble with them.
When Kuvo was ten, the blacksmith took him in to keep up his promise. Kuvo became his apprentice, helping him pack the goods, receive them, sharpen swords and eventually go on to learn how to make weapons and fix leather to accompany them. He was an intelligent boy, picking up on the fundamentals quickly; however, it soon became obvious that his interest didn’t lie in blacksmithing only. He sneaked around a lot, testing the weapons himself and even practicing with them. Often doing this at night when everyone was asleep, he was only caught out when he had lost track of time and it was time to work. Kuvo almost stabbed his foot when he dropped the weapon in fright, but when he tried to explain himself, the blacksmith wasn’t angered. He felt impressed, happy that Kuvo was showing interest in what they created and, what else, showed he could defend himself properly for when he was grown up; the sign of a true blacksmith. He was proud of him, immediately giving him special privileges and allowing Kuvo to call him by his first name. Kuvo was often told to use ‘Sir’ when addressing the blacksmith, but now; he could call him Eli, make what he wanted for himself and even learn how to ride a horse so he could become independent with his work.
Kuvo’s horse was purchased at Lon Lon Ranch a few months later, a young black horse that was built for speed over strength. The horse was a mare; the more intelligent and courageous of the sexes as well as being easier to tame. She would be perfect if there was ever trouble on the road and would allow Kuvo to handle his first horse better for when he was ready to buy another horse. The horse was strong, showing she could carry a large weight in equipment made at the shop as well as someone on her back. Kuvo named her Inca; a name simply conjured by the fact that she was black like ink and was a female.
Kuvo was beginning to settle quite nicely, even becoming more sociable with the other villagers and visiting the Castle Town’s market every time it was on. The armour and weapons he and Eli created were mainly sold to the Royal Family and their soldiers, but some did make it to the markets and the local shops there. Castle Town was their main trading post, with Kuvo making visits with his weaponry often. Their armour and weapons were unique compared to others made in Castle Town, typically because of the ore they were made from. The ore was a special kind, only found within Death Mountain in certain areas that only the Goron knew about; the local Goron would mine it, sell it onto Kakariko and Eli and Kuvo would create armour and weapons with them. They were well known to sellers, their blades being encrusted with diamond fragments making them exceedingly difficult to break.
Weaknesses: He’s never made armour for himself, thinking he would never find a use for it; therefore, he has none. Kuvo’s a poor swimmer, having never learned to when he was younger. Rarely would Kuvo make battle decisions when confronted, due to his lack of training on any military matters. He’s young; therefore he’s got very limited command over others.
Job/Position: Blacksmith’s Apprentice
Weapons: A sword forged by himself, diamond cut. A medium sized shield created to protect him from attacks.
Other: A black mare he uses for delivering goods back and to Kakariko, complete with suitable loading harness and pouches for storage.
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Personality: Vex is a little crazed, primitive and a little on the violent side where blood is often enjoyed; however, he appears to have a more human side to him as well, showing he is capable of being 'tamed'. He appears to have some sort of affinity towards animals, yet rejects their company without the use of violence.
Bio: Vex came from a secretive base, one that not even the best people could sniff out or use their technology to uncover, even if they knew. The base was thought to had been a place where military weapons were created and tested, with rumours surfacing that it even kept alien life at one point in time. People had always looked in states that related to the famous Area 51, but never thought to look in Texas, of all places.
Vex had spent a vast majority of his life within the base. Only those in the base knew of the weres, but only needed but a few to experiment on. Vex was the longest lived experiment, lasting a huge time compared to ones that often died during the process. After managing to restrain him for so long, it was only one fatal mistake that caused him to escape. At his physical peak, Vex managed to outmanoeuvre the soldiers and release himself from their grasp, going on the run in the deserts of Texas. He stayed hidden, even managing to get rid of the tracking system in the back of his neck safely with the clawed gloves they were last testing him with. His were-form had become warped thanks to numerous experiments, but still bared resemblance to the wolf he was originally. The claws remained with him even after he transformed back to human form, demonstrating the nano-technology they were originally creating and would surely want back.
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Name: Toni Valdemar
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Brown
Personality: Quite the cheeky, annoying sort of boy, recognising that he is very small for his age while using it to his own advantage to cause mischief and to bypass the system. To him, the 'system' is the set of rules that any place would set themselves with, meaning he'll be prone to trying to break them in the slyest way possible. Toni doesn’t know how to keep quiet sometimes or recognise that he must learn when to keep quiet, but he knows when it is appropriate to be before he gets himself hurt. His loud personality is thought to be just a way to try and get people to like him. He has very good English skills with a flawless accent, but can put on a false accent if he’s only viewed as a stereotype by other more naïve people. Highly curious yet naïve, he hasn’t had much luck when it comes to being a part of the right crowd, always falling into the wrong crowd and leading him astray. He's not conscious that he's doing wrong, only that survival in the social world means he must show that he is above normal rule and not part of the weak, generic crowd.
Other: Toni has an unrelated older brother, one he rarely sees; however, he rarely sees them due to them treating him like dirt most of the time. Toni is a very short boy at only around 5’3” and appears very skinny.
Location of the dragon mark on your body: In the centre of his back.
Dragon appearance: In darkness, his scales shine like an aurora borealis; however, during the day he just appears rather indigo and slippery. The green colour appearing on his wings is due to picking up UV rays while when there are no UV rays present, he's just indigo.
What is you animal guardian? (must be a REAL animal): Weasel
Guardian's name: Miles
Animal guardian appearance:
Your History: Toni’s parents divorced when he was only three years old, leaving him with a mother that ended up having very little time to look after him. She worked at the hospital most days and nights as a nurse, leaving Toni to get on with his own devices. Privately tutored to keep Toni busy at his own house, he spent a majority of his time goofing off unless the subject meant something to him. As he grew older, he began to relish the time he had to himself; however, that would change when he was about thirteen. His mother found someone at work, a doctor no less and had been secretly sneaking off to go out with him without Toni knowing. All the time, Toni thought she was simply working at night hours, but instead she had found herself a new family to start a new life.
The doctor wasn’t told of Toni’s existence until Toni caught them out together one day he was supposed to be being tutored, but his tutor had caught a bug that week and gave Toni time off. The doctor was obviously a little nerved by the sudden appearance of this child who claimed he was his date’s son, but almost immediately, he was dismissed as a child she was helping through social working. Toni couldn’t get a word in and left in a rage, dismissing his mother. A few years later after his mother married the doctor, she eventually came out with the truth that he was indeed her son, but only through adoption due to feeling ‘sorry for him’. Toni gained an older brother but, due to all that his mother had told them about Toni, they weren’t exactly going to make friends with him so easily.
It wasn’t until Toni turned sixteen that he was forced out of home and made to live in a flat. He could handle living with himself, but money was hard to come by. Borrowing from his mother’s bank account ‘without permission’, Toni ended up living off cheap food while getting by fine living on the same budget a college student could live by.
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Name: Kane (Kah-neh)
Appearance: Kane’s wingspan is large with white feathers, at least 15 feet from tip to tip while he stands at a mere 5’5”. His hair is blonde, as well as his tail, while his eyes are blue with fair skin. He wears a turquoise bandana with dark green goggles, dark blue jeans and dark coloured shoes with metal plates, his gloves are a light brown with a dark underlining. The belts on his wing are a tanned brown colour, the buckles themselves are silver.
Home town: Cork City, Republic of Ireland; formally, San Francisco beforehand.
Power: Transformation: When under stress or after losing his temper, Kane undergoes a strange transformation, linked with the faces of the moon, no matter whether it’s in the sky or not. Once he calms down, he reverts back to normal:
- New moon: His iris turn red and he gains long fangs and claws.
- Crescent moon: Gains slightly more muscle mass in his upper arms and torso, giving the impression he’s been working out with hair beginning to grow on his shoulders and elbows, his tail getting thicker and longer.
- Half moon: Appears more feral, his teeth and claws a lot larger with more muscle mass and longer arms, thin hair covers his body. Small horns on his forehead appear to be present.
- Gibbous moon (when the crescent shape is the dark side): He grows slightly bigger than his normal form, his wings becoming larger too. The horns grow larger and grow slightly bent. He has a slight white mane around his chest and down his back.
- Full moon: Completely feral and monkey-like in form, his face resembling that of a lion with large pronounced fangs and claws, his horns now large and directly forward. He has an increased bulk and long arms with the ability to run on all fours. His tail is long and can support his body. His body is covered in a thin golden fur while his hair is completely white.
Flight and prehensile tail: Kane can fly using his large wings as well as use his tail as if it was an extra limb, able to swing of it if he wanted to.
Short Bio (A five sentence paragraph): Kane was brought up in the very south of the Republic of Ireland after the mysterious occurrence, brought up like a normal boy. He had always remained the quiet one and very shy, never snapping his nerve for fear he would lose it completely. After his sixteenth birthday, he sprouted large wings and a golden monkey tail overnight due to the strange virus that affected his long lost mother. Disowned by his uncaring father, Kane was soon tracked down by the strange facility and whisked away to the mysterious school. Despite believing that the wings and tail was the last of his power, his emotions began to change something inside him, building up a horrible energy that he couldn’t possibly imagine to exist.
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Name: Zetsumei Henkentsume.
Personality: Zetsumei is one of the few more intelligent Sandrunners, but only in a tactical and problem solving sense. He can't read, write or think for himself while taking orders and abuse like a true slave. He lacks a sense of worth, understanding his position in life. He sports quite a temper but keeps it controlled around his superiors. Against an opponent, he is merciless and cares little about taking another life.
Other: Zetsumei is a rare type of Sandrunner, sporting incredible and very valuable feathers; even his hair is, in fact, long downy feathers. His feathers have been plucked many times and converted into the finest quill pens and clothing decorations. He serves under the Royal Family as a pet and a killer, finding himself battling creatures and other sandrunners for the Royal's own amusement. He hasn't lost a match once. When he's been disobedient or failed to do his job well enough, he is not seen as fit enough to be allowed to wear a uniform and is forced to go without.
Appearance: Used the original character sheet. I did edit out the irrelevant stuff from the sheet.
Zetsumei is 5'8", sporting black and grey skin with thin orange stripes. He sports many scars over his body, his eyes also sporting two different colour combinations; black with white iris, the other yellow with green iris. Zetsumei is of a very rare and valuable breed, his feathers being black and sturdy with his hair being long, thin downy feathers which don't shed unless cut or plucked.
History: Zetsumei was one of the few hunted down and captured when he was but a little hatchling, all due to the value of his species. While his certain species is commonly found, it is extremely rare to find one sporting feathers of his kind, proving that he is much more valuable than other Sandrunners. He was brought up as a slave, put up for sale quickly with an extremely high price tag.
Due to the Royal Family being regular shoppers, Zetsumei was quickly spotted by them and bought up as a valuable addition to their collection. Zetsumei's intelligence was only an addition to his already petty existence within the palace, only noticed when his problem solving skills began to show, as well as his tactical and analytical skills. They had only bought him to be used as a cheap way to use his feather, but they soon found other ways to use him to his full potential.
Zetsumei was trained as a servant and as a source of amusement as they tried to implant his intelligence into combat for their own personal security and to watch him battle for entertainment. Zetsumei remained a resourceful sandrunner as they plucked his black feathers every so often and sent him against opponents to toughen him up. He remained by their side, thinking he was in his rightful place serving under the humans.