Post by Drake Aurelis on Jun 22, 2009 22:11:45 GMT -5
Name: Drake Aurelis
Age: 1
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Andalite, Yeerk Controller, ect...
Personality: He always wants to help people in need, regardless of the cost to himself. He's a bit of a dreamer and idealist, and always hopes and wishes for a better future for the world. He is also rather impulsive, and if he sees a fight break out, he almost always feels the need to intervene. He has a bit of a temper, and is easily annoyed, though it is difficult to get him from being annoyed to outright enraged. He tends to make sarcastic, cynical, or occasionally just plain slightly joking comments about whatever situation he's in. When he's annoyed, his comments tend have more of an edge to them...
Despite all of this, when in combat, he is usually calculating, and very effective as a tactician of sorts. He usually prefers to knock enemies out rather than killing them, if one of his friends is harmed, he will go all out in giving the enemy that hurt them a swift yet very painful death. He also has no problems with killing Taxxons or just the Yeerks themselves, though he doesn't like killing non-Taxxon hosts, nor anyone else usually. He enjoys combat itself, but only under certain circumstances does he enjoy killing the one he is fighting. That is, those who don't care who they hurt in their own greed. However, this doesn't apply very much in this world.
He is not very good with people, even though he likes to talk with people most of the time, he's not good at carrying on a conversation, and often talks with him will end abruptly and awkwardly, or with a misunderstanding due to his wording something rather poorly. He tends to tread a very thin line between being blunt and tactful, he's usually not afraid to come out and say what he wants to, but he tries not to be too harsh or just plain rude. All of this combined means that he usually ends up with either good friends or people he can't stand that can't stand him, rarely in between. He tries to be tolerant of people, but occasionally he will lose his temper and give a very frightful scare to the person he is angry at as they are lifted into the air.
When it comes to combat, he sometimes comes across as arrogant, but that is because of an absolute refusal to lose, not because he thinks he can't. He knows that he can help no one if he's dead, and his determination keeps him going through pain that many people would not be able to withstand.
Family: None
Appearance: The Hork-Bajir form Drake somehow ended up in when he entered this world has light green, scaly skin. The bony blades, horns, tail spikes and beak are a dark bluish-green. However, apart from the beak, the edges of these are a different, much lighter blue than the rest, an aqua color, fading from the blue green at the base. He stands at about eight feet and seven inches tall, large even for a Hork-Bajir.
His eyes are normally green, but they change when he's overly upset or when he's excited in battle. They become golden, with slit pupils that almost seem to be windows looking into a world of endless flame.
Background: Drake was created by the last of the Arn, on a ship hurtling through zero space, and accelerated growth made him reach his full (huge) size within a year. However, he always had a strange feeling like he... Wasn't himself. As if he had once been another being, with something important to do. He tried to dismiss these strange thoughts as nonsense, but they wouldn't go away. It wasn't as if it mattered now either way though, right? After all, he was who he was now, regardless of his past... Imagined or not.
RP Sample: (Note: This does not actually involve this character, it was a post I made on another RP)
The bandits didn't know what hit them. The first who Shara had struck head on with her Beast tech died instantly as the sword slashed straight through him, spraying blood on her. Shara then immediately ran for the next one, who was sitting down, slashing her sword right for his throat. She didn't miss. The next one, she stabbed right through his twisted black heart.
The other bandits had prepared themselves by now. Shara saw as they all held their weapons, prepared to strike. However, at this point someone else intervened. She heard a cry, "Demon Fang!" The bandit who was impacted by the shockwave and fell also happened to be the next closest to Shara. She rushed forward, finishing him, and then attacked the next one, who blocked her attack with his axe.
Shara's sword was caught in the wooden handle of the axe. Shara started to try and pull it out, but then got another idea. She took her left hand and put it on her sword with her right, pushing forward. The bandit looked surprised that a woman could be so strong. Shara grinned, as her sword dug deeper into the wood, cutting through the handle. The axe's head fell to the ground.
Shara's sword then cut through the bandit himself even more easily than it had his weapon. Shara felt a sharp pain in her left arm. She looked, and saw that another bandit, wielding a thin sword, had just thrust through the chain mail on her arm. Shara sheathed her own sword, then grabbed his with her right hand (Oh how she loved having gauntlets) and pulled it away from him. Then, she pulled her arm back, and delivered a powerful punch straight to his face, sending him flying.
Shara turned around, and saw that a stranger, almost certainly the one who had sent a Demon Fang attack toward that other bandit, was finishing up another one, who looked like a bloody mess now. Then, he knocked out another, apparently the very last one, with a strike of his shield.
He turned around, and said to her, "Hello there, m'lady. I hope you were not injured in this struggle~" Shara could have sworn she recognized this man... Well, whatever. She responded in an even, courteous tone, "Thank you for your concern, but they were hardly much of a threat. I did get careless, and receive one wound to my arm, but it's nothing serious." She was completely calm as she wiped off the blood from her sword onto the grass, and once she sheathed it, wiped some blood that had splashed onto her forehead away as well.
Shara then realized where she recognized this man from. She had seen him occasionally when she visited her friend Brian, in the upper section of the city. Shara asked in a polite, but curious tone, "Would you happen to be Zelos Wilder, the Chosen of Mana? My name is Shara." Shara's voice and expression showed no hint of surprise. As usual, she remained completely calm, or at least, kept the appearance of it.
Words: 512
Comments: Never make Shara angry. Ever. Well, not like it's an easy thing to do anyway XD
Did you read the rules? Me? Why do you ask? XD
Is English your first language? Yes
Age: 1
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Andalite, Yeerk Controller, ect...
Personality: He always wants to help people in need, regardless of the cost to himself. He's a bit of a dreamer and idealist, and always hopes and wishes for a better future for the world. He is also rather impulsive, and if he sees a fight break out, he almost always feels the need to intervene. He has a bit of a temper, and is easily annoyed, though it is difficult to get him from being annoyed to outright enraged. He tends to make sarcastic, cynical, or occasionally just plain slightly joking comments about whatever situation he's in. When he's annoyed, his comments tend have more of an edge to them...
Despite all of this, when in combat, he is usually calculating, and very effective as a tactician of sorts. He usually prefers to knock enemies out rather than killing them, if one of his friends is harmed, he will go all out in giving the enemy that hurt them a swift yet very painful death. He also has no problems with killing Taxxons or just the Yeerks themselves, though he doesn't like killing non-Taxxon hosts, nor anyone else usually. He enjoys combat itself, but only under certain circumstances does he enjoy killing the one he is fighting. That is, those who don't care who they hurt in their own greed. However, this doesn't apply very much in this world.
He is not very good with people, even though he likes to talk with people most of the time, he's not good at carrying on a conversation, and often talks with him will end abruptly and awkwardly, or with a misunderstanding due to his wording something rather poorly. He tends to tread a very thin line between being blunt and tactful, he's usually not afraid to come out and say what he wants to, but he tries not to be too harsh or just plain rude. All of this combined means that he usually ends up with either good friends or people he can't stand that can't stand him, rarely in between. He tries to be tolerant of people, but occasionally he will lose his temper and give a very frightful scare to the person he is angry at as they are lifted into the air.
When it comes to combat, he sometimes comes across as arrogant, but that is because of an absolute refusal to lose, not because he thinks he can't. He knows that he can help no one if he's dead, and his determination keeps him going through pain that many people would not be able to withstand.
Family: None
Appearance: The Hork-Bajir form Drake somehow ended up in when he entered this world has light green, scaly skin. The bony blades, horns, tail spikes and beak are a dark bluish-green. However, apart from the beak, the edges of these are a different, much lighter blue than the rest, an aqua color, fading from the blue green at the base. He stands at about eight feet and seven inches tall, large even for a Hork-Bajir.
His eyes are normally green, but they change when he's overly upset or when he's excited in battle. They become golden, with slit pupils that almost seem to be windows looking into a world of endless flame.
Background: Drake was created by the last of the Arn, on a ship hurtling through zero space, and accelerated growth made him reach his full (huge) size within a year. However, he always had a strange feeling like he... Wasn't himself. As if he had once been another being, with something important to do. He tried to dismiss these strange thoughts as nonsense, but they wouldn't go away. It wasn't as if it mattered now either way though, right? After all, he was who he was now, regardless of his past... Imagined or not.
RP Sample: (Note: This does not actually involve this character, it was a post I made on another RP)
The bandits didn't know what hit them. The first who Shara had struck head on with her Beast tech died instantly as the sword slashed straight through him, spraying blood on her. Shara then immediately ran for the next one, who was sitting down, slashing her sword right for his throat. She didn't miss. The next one, she stabbed right through his twisted black heart.
The other bandits had prepared themselves by now. Shara saw as they all held their weapons, prepared to strike. However, at this point someone else intervened. She heard a cry, "Demon Fang!" The bandit who was impacted by the shockwave and fell also happened to be the next closest to Shara. She rushed forward, finishing him, and then attacked the next one, who blocked her attack with his axe.
Shara's sword was caught in the wooden handle of the axe. Shara started to try and pull it out, but then got another idea. She took her left hand and put it on her sword with her right, pushing forward. The bandit looked surprised that a woman could be so strong. Shara grinned, as her sword dug deeper into the wood, cutting through the handle. The axe's head fell to the ground.
Shara's sword then cut through the bandit himself even more easily than it had his weapon. Shara felt a sharp pain in her left arm. She looked, and saw that another bandit, wielding a thin sword, had just thrust through the chain mail on her arm. Shara sheathed her own sword, then grabbed his with her right hand (Oh how she loved having gauntlets) and pulled it away from him. Then, she pulled her arm back, and delivered a powerful punch straight to his face, sending him flying.
Shara turned around, and saw that a stranger, almost certainly the one who had sent a Demon Fang attack toward that other bandit, was finishing up another one, who looked like a bloody mess now. Then, he knocked out another, apparently the very last one, with a strike of his shield.
He turned around, and said to her, "Hello there, m'lady. I hope you were not injured in this struggle~" Shara could have sworn she recognized this man... Well, whatever. She responded in an even, courteous tone, "Thank you for your concern, but they were hardly much of a threat. I did get careless, and receive one wound to my arm, but it's nothing serious." She was completely calm as she wiped off the blood from her sword onto the grass, and once she sheathed it, wiped some blood that had splashed onto her forehead away as well.
Shara then realized where she recognized this man from. She had seen him occasionally when she visited her friend Brian, in the upper section of the city. Shara asked in a polite, but curious tone, "Would you happen to be Zelos Wilder, the Chosen of Mana? My name is Shara." Shara's voice and expression showed no hint of surprise. As usual, she remained completely calm, or at least, kept the appearance of it.
Words: 512
Comments: Never make Shara angry. Ever. Well, not like it's an easy thing to do anyway XD
Did you read the rules? Me? Why do you ask? XD
Is English your first language? Yes