Well, now I've got this hilarity of an app.
Here it is.
Name: Robert Morris
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Species: Mutant (Copper Wyvern)
Personality: Robert is an odd one. He's usually an optimist, enjoys helping others... and yet, usually thinks in terms of a typical fantasy RPG. He may end up saying something like 'Why does this thing have so much dang magic defense!?' and 'Well... I don't have much defense, but I make up for it by having high speed!' though, he only says these things by accident, and will occasionally laugh at himself after he's said it. He does have a sense of humor, and tends to make fun of himself in front of his friends, and occasionally those who are making fun of him. For someone with such a frail body, he can take a lot of verbal and mental abuse, usually not even caring if some random bully is making fun of him, and occasionally just laughing at the bully's joke, himself... unfortunately, he wasn't always this patient, as this patience was built up over the years of bully abuse at the various schools he used to attend. If you do manage to push him over the edge, however, that's when you'd want to run, as he is stronger than he looks (even when he was human), and is very persistent in getting his revenge. He may also say things to others that may come off as rude. Considering the fact that he has a slight mental disability which basically makes him socially awkward, it's no real surprise. One last fact... he's always liked dragons... kind of a lot, too.
Appearance: After the solar flare, Robert stands at about five feet tall from head to talons, which is somewhat shorter than his old height. His wings are actually somewhat larger than the average of his new species, and he has the typical copper-colored scales, with small white feathers underneath them... though, it's a little difficult to see the feathers due to their size and placement. The scales on his underbelly are actually a somewhat rare silver color... these scales extend from the front of his neck all the way to the tip of his scales. His wing membrane is the same silver color as his underbelly, and his eyes are an odd (for the species) emerald green color. His back horns are a very polished-looking white, which pretty much just gives away the fact that he can't use them for electrical attacks. His stinger seems to be somewhat thinner than the rest of his kind for some odd reason. His snout is of average length for his kind (about six inches long) and ends in the typical angular fashion. As a wyvern, he lacks arms, unfortunately.
Bio: During the time of peace, Robert was a nerd. He never went outside unless it was to go to school, got higher grades than everyone, sucked at sports, and was constantly bullied. However, the bullying would have stopped if he didn't move after every school year, as he was probably the only nerd to ever actually fight back against the bullies, and, somehow, he actually usually did rather well against them once he got mad enough. Due to how often his anger got him into trouble, as the principals were more likely to listen to the smooth-talking bullies than Robert, he eventually calmed himself down, and didn't fly into a rage as often... or, really, almost never after that. Of course, this made him much more boring to bully, as well. Oddly for a nerd, Robert almost never actually studied unless he absolutely needed to, often playing some video game or another. His favorite was the final fantasy series, the first of which he played was six (which was called three for some reason). He was hooked on the genera ever since. Of course, he would later try the other RPGs that were on Nintendo consoles at that time, such as Mario RPG, Pokemon red and blue, and some of the earlier Final Fantasies (well, save for Mystic Quest, but nobody likes to talk about that one) Unfortunately, he messed up and went with the N64, thinking that Square's new Final Fantasies would be on there... well... he was wrong, though, that did give him a chance to play Paper Mario, which he liked, but, it was still no Final Fantasy. Thankfully, his best friend actually had a Playstation, and Robert begged for him to get Final Fantasy 7, which was, so far, at least, according to Robert, the only one he missed. Chance, Robert's friend, got the game, and Robert was more than excited to play it, however, once he did... he... somehow wasn't quite as impressed as he should have been. He still played it, and finished the heck out of it, even getting some of the more hidden summons, such as Knights of the Round aka: summon me to win, but he didn't like it as much as six.
about a day after he had beaten and completely completed the game, Robert's parents were moving again, and when Robert asked why, they didn't answer, and almost threw him in the car, using the last of their gas to get out of the city and into... well... nowhere. He was expected to live in nowhere. When Robert asked if this was a joke, they handed him a spear and a pistol, neither of which he really knew how to use properly, unfortunately. He eventually got used to the spear, but he was NEVER a good shot with the pistol, making some of the new animals that were appearing a lot harder to kill than they should have been. His least favorite would be the bathorses, simply due to his own hatred for anything equine. Whenever one would show up, which was somewhat rarely, Robert would go into one of his old, angry rages, and literally stab the thing in between its eyes, often pulling out the entire brain with his spear... meaning that all that was left of the thing was no more than horse meat for the entire family. Eventually, others joined up with Robert and his family, forming a tribe that Robert had named 'The Dragons'. He didn't care whether or not that name was taken by something else, or if it was some racist remark, he really just liked dragons, and nobody else was coming up with a name, so he had to. The tribe grew as more people joined in from the cities in the general area, making it more of a clan than a tribe, and almost making it a city. The tribe's biggest pull? Free and easy to get horse meat. Heck, they'd often lure the bathorses over to Robert just so he'd go berserk and kill the thing for more meat for everyone.
Everything was going somewhat well, as the clan was large enough to fend off some of the megafauna, and Robert always destroyed the bathorses... that is, unless they fly off, in which case, he'd just be mad for the rest of the day. He tried shooting the thing with his pistol, but, well... he can't shoot to save his life. The others even tried training him by setting up cans, but he'd miss every single time. Even when he was three inches away from the can, he couldn't hit it, so, if the bathorse flew away, which became more and more often, he couldn't do anything about it. After some can training, and draining Robert's remaining bullets to a mere three, the solar flare hit, and it hit hard. Robert passed out for a while, as did almost everyone else... well, save for the 30% of the clan that died, of course. When he woke up, Robert could already tell that something was different. He walked out of his tent, and into the bright sun, only to see copper and gold-colored wyverns everywhere... well, save for some dead humans, and some other mutated creatures that were still in the area... the most common, however, by far, was the wyverns. Not too long after Robert figured out that he was one, as well, he tried to learn to fly... and ended up with a face full of rock and dirt more than a few times before finally taking off for all of two minutes. He then tried again and again until he could actually fly well, and once he could, he started to fly around the camp that his clan had set up for a while until he grew bored of that, and started looking for other camps... not to kill anyone, mainly just to see how the other survivors are faring.
Weapons: A now-useless hunting spear, which was fashioned out of iron, and a pistol that goes REAL great with his inability to use guns.
Mutations(If any):
Pets(If any): He used to have a black Labrador named Cody, however, he died from the solar flare... no surprise, either, given that Robert and his clan were pretty much at the center of where that solar flare hit.
Theme Song(Optional): ~NONE~
Other: He may end up combining his fire breath, flying abilities and electrical powers at some point in the RP, if that's okay. I'll make sure that it's more than four posts before he thinks about doing that.
Here it is.
Name: Robert Morris
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Species: Mutant (Copper Wyvern)
Personality: Robert is an odd one. He's usually an optimist, enjoys helping others... and yet, usually thinks in terms of a typical fantasy RPG. He may end up saying something like 'Why does this thing have so much dang magic defense!?' and 'Well... I don't have much defense, but I make up for it by having high speed!' though, he only says these things by accident, and will occasionally laugh at himself after he's said it. He does have a sense of humor, and tends to make fun of himself in front of his friends, and occasionally those who are making fun of him. For someone with such a frail body, he can take a lot of verbal and mental abuse, usually not even caring if some random bully is making fun of him, and occasionally just laughing at the bully's joke, himself... unfortunately, he wasn't always this patient, as this patience was built up over the years of bully abuse at the various schools he used to attend. If you do manage to push him over the edge, however, that's when you'd want to run, as he is stronger than he looks (even when he was human), and is very persistent in getting his revenge. He may also say things to others that may come off as rude. Considering the fact that he has a slight mental disability which basically makes him socially awkward, it's no real surprise. One last fact... he's always liked dragons... kind of a lot, too.
Appearance: After the solar flare, Robert stands at about five feet tall from head to talons, which is somewhat shorter than his old height. His wings are actually somewhat larger than the average of his new species, and he has the typical copper-colored scales, with small white feathers underneath them... though, it's a little difficult to see the feathers due to their size and placement. The scales on his underbelly are actually a somewhat rare silver color... these scales extend from the front of his neck all the way to the tip of his scales. His wing membrane is the same silver color as his underbelly, and his eyes are an odd (for the species) emerald green color. His back horns are a very polished-looking white, which pretty much just gives away the fact that he can't use them for electrical attacks. His stinger seems to be somewhat thinner than the rest of his kind for some odd reason. His snout is of average length for his kind (about six inches long) and ends in the typical angular fashion. As a wyvern, he lacks arms, unfortunately.
Bio: During the time of peace, Robert was a nerd. He never went outside unless it was to go to school, got higher grades than everyone, sucked at sports, and was constantly bullied. However, the bullying would have stopped if he didn't move after every school year, as he was probably the only nerd to ever actually fight back against the bullies, and, somehow, he actually usually did rather well against them once he got mad enough. Due to how often his anger got him into trouble, as the principals were more likely to listen to the smooth-talking bullies than Robert, he eventually calmed himself down, and didn't fly into a rage as often... or, really, almost never after that. Of course, this made him much more boring to bully, as well. Oddly for a nerd, Robert almost never actually studied unless he absolutely needed to, often playing some video game or another. His favorite was the final fantasy series, the first of which he played was six (which was called three for some reason). He was hooked on the genera ever since. Of course, he would later try the other RPGs that were on Nintendo consoles at that time, such as Mario RPG, Pokemon red and blue, and some of the earlier Final Fantasies (well, save for Mystic Quest, but nobody likes to talk about that one) Unfortunately, he messed up and went with the N64, thinking that Square's new Final Fantasies would be on there... well... he was wrong, though, that did give him a chance to play Paper Mario, which he liked, but, it was still no Final Fantasy. Thankfully, his best friend actually had a Playstation, and Robert begged for him to get Final Fantasy 7, which was, so far, at least, according to Robert, the only one he missed. Chance, Robert's friend, got the game, and Robert was more than excited to play it, however, once he did... he... somehow wasn't quite as impressed as he should have been. He still played it, and finished the heck out of it, even getting some of the more hidden summons, such as Knights of the Round aka: summon me to win, but he didn't like it as much as six.
about a day after he had beaten and completely completed the game, Robert's parents were moving again, and when Robert asked why, they didn't answer, and almost threw him in the car, using the last of their gas to get out of the city and into... well... nowhere. He was expected to live in nowhere. When Robert asked if this was a joke, they handed him a spear and a pistol, neither of which he really knew how to use properly, unfortunately. He eventually got used to the spear, but he was NEVER a good shot with the pistol, making some of the new animals that were appearing a lot harder to kill than they should have been. His least favorite would be the bathorses, simply due to his own hatred for anything equine. Whenever one would show up, which was somewhat rarely, Robert would go into one of his old, angry rages, and literally stab the thing in between its eyes, often pulling out the entire brain with his spear... meaning that all that was left of the thing was no more than horse meat for the entire family. Eventually, others joined up with Robert and his family, forming a tribe that Robert had named 'The Dragons'. He didn't care whether or not that name was taken by something else, or if it was some racist remark, he really just liked dragons, and nobody else was coming up with a name, so he had to. The tribe grew as more people joined in from the cities in the general area, making it more of a clan than a tribe, and almost making it a city. The tribe's biggest pull? Free and easy to get horse meat. Heck, they'd often lure the bathorses over to Robert just so he'd go berserk and kill the thing for more meat for everyone.
Everything was going somewhat well, as the clan was large enough to fend off some of the megafauna, and Robert always destroyed the bathorses... that is, unless they fly off, in which case, he'd just be mad for the rest of the day. He tried shooting the thing with his pistol, but, well... he can't shoot to save his life. The others even tried training him by setting up cans, but he'd miss every single time. Even when he was three inches away from the can, he couldn't hit it, so, if the bathorse flew away, which became more and more often, he couldn't do anything about it. After some can training, and draining Robert's remaining bullets to a mere three, the solar flare hit, and it hit hard. Robert passed out for a while, as did almost everyone else... well, save for the 30% of the clan that died, of course. When he woke up, Robert could already tell that something was different. He walked out of his tent, and into the bright sun, only to see copper and gold-colored wyverns everywhere... well, save for some dead humans, and some other mutated creatures that were still in the area... the most common, however, by far, was the wyverns. Not too long after Robert figured out that he was one, as well, he tried to learn to fly... and ended up with a face full of rock and dirt more than a few times before finally taking off for all of two minutes. He then tried again and again until he could actually fly well, and once he could, he started to fly around the camp that his clan had set up for a while until he grew bored of that, and started looking for other camps... not to kill anyone, mainly just to see how the other survivors are faring.
Weapons: A now-useless hunting spear, which was fashioned out of iron, and a pistol that goes REAL great with his inability to use guns.
Mutations(If any):
Pets(If any): He used to have a black Labrador named Cody, however, he died from the solar flare... no surprise, either, given that Robert and his clan were pretty much at the center of where that solar flare hit.
Theme Song(Optional): ~NONE~
Other: He may end up combining his fire breath, flying abilities and electrical powers at some point in the RP, if that's okay. I'll make sure that it's more than four posts before he thinks about doing that.
