Post by Meili on Jan 4, 2008 21:38:31 GMT -5
Full Name: Meili
Age: 400+ (She has long since lost track of her age)
Race: Silver Dragon
Gender: Female
Magic: Small magic in that of paralyzation. More so in those of cold, and Ice, as well as mild healing.
Birthplace: Mountains
Strengths:
Her beauty
She is very swift despite her immense size
Her strong calling towards magic
Weaknesses:
She often loses control of her speed
Her temper
She doesn't really pause to think much
Description: Her body is well built, and her scales shine in each turn of light. Her eyes are that of a crystal blue, and her talons of flashing steel. Her wings have that of an airplane, talons that are on the end included. The skin on her wings that allows her flight are a white color, the pefect wave only interrupted by the long bones that support the skin on her wings.
Her scales hold signs of old battles, whether it be unwilling to mate and fending of aggressive males, or being in territorial fights with females. An all too familiar scar goes over her right eye, cut by the talon of an agressive male. It is an ugly scar marring her body, and she hates it there so.
Weapons:
Talons
Teeth
Magical Spells
Breath
History: Born in mountains she never knew much of a life other than gaurding the territory passed onto her by her mother. Meili fought often against ofther dragons, dark and lgiht, to defend her territory and the town dwelling in the shadow of her mountain. She encountered only one dragon she felt worthy of breeding with her, but shortly after the dragon hatched her mate died, and she has yet to find another one.
She has always rather sided with the more humanly race in the wars, meaning the dwarves, humans, elves, etc and she asssumes this war will be no different, no matter how small a roll she may play. She's not even sure if she will take a side in this war, or remain neutral as her kind has for so long.
RP Sample:
An example from my feral dog rp.
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Night. It was a beautiful thing. One could get lost in something as simple as night. The darkness surrounding it. The cool breeze it brought. The way one could disappear when they had the urge to be alone. But there were also many dark sides to night. One could get lost amidst the taunting shadows, and the cruel eyes of humans who only watch you walk by as though you're a piece of nuts. The terrors of being chased by another dog and knowing what was to come. Oh, yes. Night was a beautiful thing. She could easily enchant everyone with her wit and majesty. And this dog especially enjoyed the night. Yes, he did.
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
His pelt, dark as night herself, rippled smoothly in sheets over his body as his muscles extended and contracted beneath the darkness of his pelt. Eyes piercing the gloom, everything was much more aware to him, and as the shadows danced on the sidewalk as humans passed him, the streetlights from their cars deforming the shadows, he breathed deep. He was at home in his surroundings. The land still had yet to hold many dogs, but until they did, he would walk the streets alone, just as he had all his life. Now, one may think that him walking alone meant that perhaps this brute was unattractive, but indeed, you will find he is the exact opposite of repulsive. His deep, black fur allowed for him to glisten both in the day and night, and his muscles rippling smoothly over his body was an excellent way to get bitches to fall for him. His bright eyes seemed to look deep into your very soul, and they always spoke the truth. Oh yes. He was quite attractive.
Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Paws made almost no sound over the concrete, and the small pricks of stone no longer bothered his feet. It had been very long since his paws had hardened to the world around him. He no longer felt the pain he used to feel upon running on the tough asphalt. No, his body had hardened to the world around him just as his mind and emotions had. He was tough, now. No longer was he able to be hurt by the simple things humans did to him. How they scowled upon his very presence. How they looked at him with disdain. No, he was now done with that. Immune to it, you could say. Immune enough to get to where he is today. What was to occur tonight, he was not quite sure. But whatever the future held for him, he was prepared.
Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Age: 400+ (She has long since lost track of her age)
Race: Silver Dragon
Gender: Female
Magic: Small magic in that of paralyzation. More so in those of cold, and Ice, as well as mild healing.
Birthplace: Mountains
Strengths:
Her beauty
She is very swift despite her immense size
Her strong calling towards magic
Weaknesses:
She often loses control of her speed
Her temper
She doesn't really pause to think much
Description: Her body is well built, and her scales shine in each turn of light. Her eyes are that of a crystal blue, and her talons of flashing steel. Her wings have that of an airplane, talons that are on the end included. The skin on her wings that allows her flight are a white color, the pefect wave only interrupted by the long bones that support the skin on her wings.
Her scales hold signs of old battles, whether it be unwilling to mate and fending of aggressive males, or being in territorial fights with females. An all too familiar scar goes over her right eye, cut by the talon of an agressive male. It is an ugly scar marring her body, and she hates it there so.
Weapons:
Talons
Teeth
Magical Spells
Breath
History: Born in mountains she never knew much of a life other than gaurding the territory passed onto her by her mother. Meili fought often against ofther dragons, dark and lgiht, to defend her territory and the town dwelling in the shadow of her mountain. She encountered only one dragon she felt worthy of breeding with her, but shortly after the dragon hatched her mate died, and she has yet to find another one.
She has always rather sided with the more humanly race in the wars, meaning the dwarves, humans, elves, etc and she asssumes this war will be no different, no matter how small a roll she may play. She's not even sure if she will take a side in this war, or remain neutral as her kind has for so long.
RP Sample:
An example from my feral dog rp.
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Night. It was a beautiful thing. One could get lost in something as simple as night. The darkness surrounding it. The cool breeze it brought. The way one could disappear when they had the urge to be alone. But there were also many dark sides to night. One could get lost amidst the taunting shadows, and the cruel eyes of humans who only watch you walk by as though you're a piece of nuts. The terrors of being chased by another dog and knowing what was to come. Oh, yes. Night was a beautiful thing. She could easily enchant everyone with her wit and majesty. And this dog especially enjoyed the night. Yes, he did.
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
His pelt, dark as night herself, rippled smoothly in sheets over his body as his muscles extended and contracted beneath the darkness of his pelt. Eyes piercing the gloom, everything was much more aware to him, and as the shadows danced on the sidewalk as humans passed him, the streetlights from their cars deforming the shadows, he breathed deep. He was at home in his surroundings. The land still had yet to hold many dogs, but until they did, he would walk the streets alone, just as he had all his life. Now, one may think that him walking alone meant that perhaps this brute was unattractive, but indeed, you will find he is the exact opposite of repulsive. His deep, black fur allowed for him to glisten both in the day and night, and his muscles rippling smoothly over his body was an excellent way to get bitches to fall for him. His bright eyes seemed to look deep into your very soul, and they always spoke the truth. Oh yes. He was quite attractive.
Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Paws made almost no sound over the concrete, and the small pricks of stone no longer bothered his feet. It had been very long since his paws had hardened to the world around him. He no longer felt the pain he used to feel upon running on the tough asphalt. No, his body had hardened to the world around him just as his mind and emotions had. He was tough, now. No longer was he able to be hurt by the simple things humans did to him. How they scowled upon his very presence. How they looked at him with disdain. No, he was now done with that. Immune to it, you could say. Immune enough to get to where he is today. What was to occur tonight, he was not quite sure. But whatever the future held for him, he was prepared.
Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow
I've become so numb I can't feel you there