DeadStar
07-08-08, 12:28 AM
Character Profile
[Identity]
[NAME]: [Real name unpronounceable and unspellable] Moraster
[RACE]: Dragon
[DESCENDANT OF]: Black Dragons, violent ones.
[PARENTAGE]: Son of the Dead Star, unknown mother
[LANGUAGES SPOKEN]: Draconic, Dark Elf, Salvic, Raiearan, Tradespeak, probably more.
[Appearance]
[GENDER]: Male
[AGE APPARENT]: Hard to tell in dragon form, looks mid-twenties in human guise.
[AGE FACTUAL]: 354
[HEIGHT]: 13'6" [dragon]/6'5" [human form]
[LENGTH]: 29'
[WINGSPAN]: 34'
[b][WEIGHT]: 2300 lbs/ 224 lbs
[BUILD]: He is a bit small for a dragon his age, but makes up for it by being powerfully built in human form.
[HAIR COLOR]: Scales are ebony, hair in human form is jet-black.
[HAIR STYLE]: Short, extremely yet fashionably messy, won't ever hold where he wants it to.
[EYE COLOR]: Saffron yellow
[b][PUPIL]: Vertically slitted
[b][SKIN TONE]: Black scales as a dragon, moderately tanned as a human.
[Tactical]
[PRIMARY OFFENSIVE]: Physical fighting
[SKILL LEVEL]: Below Average, if you could call it that. 1.5x human strength
[WEAPONRY]: Claws, teeth, size/weight, tail, horns [dragon]/Fists, feet [human, rarely fights as such and prefers to run until he can have room to undo his spell]
[COMBAT STYLE]: Hit It Until It Stops Moving
[HANDED]: N/A
[SECONDARY OFFENSIVE]: Magic
[SKILL LEVEL]: Above Average
[TECHNIQUES]:
* Acid Spitting: Moraster can launch a quick spurt of acid up to 20 feet in front of him, from his mouth in Dragon form and through a conjuring motion of his hands when not. Can use once every 5 minutes or so. It's quite corrosive against human-type skin, and is quite a painful experience to behold when on the wrong end of it. It's not able to kill anything in one hit, but it can debilitate with but a few hits to the same area. It drops in strength when met with steel [rusts and weakens with one hit at best], and falls off completely above that.
* Water Manipulation: Can pull water up from deep within the ground, helps with survival in dry environments and also to take enemies off-guard by making terrains slippery/tripping them up a bit with the force of the water.
[COMBAT STYLE]: Usually a full magical offensive until physical strength can be brought to bare.
[ELEMENT AFFINITY]: Water [No real resistances to the element has manifested yet]
[OTHER SPELLS]:
*Image Manipulation: Using his collar and the stone within it to channel power, he can change his physical appearance to that of a human, allowing him to walk through city streets and into buildings without size and weight issues. Though he carries his draconic strength and spells over into his human form [See above], he's still as durable as a human can be when in such form. He can maintain the form for half a day before needing to change back, and can only do it once a day - he needs another half-day rest in dragon form to get his magic back up. Using spells in his human form cuts his time in it back by 30 minutes for every spell used.
*Underwater Breathing: Being that he's a swamp dragon, made for the water and swimming in it, he can remain beneath the surface indefinitely.
[DEFENSIVE]: His own skin, for cotton does very little for defense. His scales have a strength equivalent to leather.
[HEAD]: Nothing [Human], Scales [Dragon]
[TORSO]: Cotton tunic [Human], Scales [Dragon]
[LEGS]: Cotton Pants [Human], Scales [Dragon]
[FEET]: Leather boots [Human], Scales [Dragon]
[HANDS]: Nothing [Human], Scales [Dragon]
[Miscellaneous]
[OTHER EQUIPMENT OF NOTE]: A bloodstone pendant worn on a leather-like collar around his neck, that can, by force of magic charms on it, change to accomodate the different sizes of his neck.
[FAMILIAR]: None
[TRAVELING COMPANION]: No one and nothing.
[OCCUPATION]: Traveler, Sight-Seer
[MARITAL STATUS]: Single
[SEXUALITY]: Straight
[RELIGION]: None
[Detailed Statistics]
[PERSONALITY OUTLINE]:
Moraster is, like most dragons, the strong, silent type. He has lived for a long time, and gathered quite a bit of knowledge, things he only shares with people he deems worthy. Though mild-tempered and rational, he does come from a particularly violent genetic strain of Dragons, and as such, can get into a destruction-lusting mood at times, and proves to be quite adept at it for reasons unknown.
[HISTORY OVERVIEW]
Born deep within the Fiorair swamps, Moraster was the last to hatch of a set of three dragons, and was also, subsequently, the runt of the litter. Growing up with that in mind, he had to fight twice as hard, and work twice as much to prove himself against his older brother and sister. His father, a ruthless dragon known as the Son of the Dead Star, a pillager of villages, and eater of children [and otherwise bad dragon, though he was all but heralded as a hero among the dragons in the region] left shortly after the eggs were laid, nor did their mother take care of the three for very long before leaving them to fend for themselves, but Moraster quickly proved he was more than capable of holding his own. The three dragons stayed together for reasons varying among the individuals, and eventually set up residence near a run-down old castle somewhere right in the middle of the swamp. It wasn't long until the eldest dragon brother began to feel the destruction lust of their father, and formulated a plot to try to take some more land for them. Moraster didn't particularly think it was a good idea, but was bullied into it by his elder siblings. The first attempt ended with the female being badly wounded. About fifty years later, they tried again, this time with Moraster not only much more willing to help them, but being the surprisingly most intelligent of the three dragons, also planned it. They took a good few acres of land, but barely got time to gloat before the beings they attacked regrouped and struck at them. All three dragons were badly injured, the two eldest ones thought to be mortally so. Moraster was run out of the swamp completely by the opposition, while what became of his siblings, he doesn't know.
Nursing his wounds, he wandered about the continent for a long while, before tiring of the place and flapping eastward until, utterly exhausted, he landed on an unknown, at least to him, island where a kind old green dragon lived. Despite his breeding, and the darkness the green could sense within him, the green dragon helped heal his wounds. During his short recovery time, a curious Moraster spoke to the old Dragon, and learned many things about the world and the different races that inhabited it. So intrigued was Moraster by this information that he decided he was going to become a traveler as well, and learn as much about the world as he wanted to. The old green dragon, equal parts surprised and proud, taught him one thing before he left - a simple spell to change his physical form from that of a dragon to that of a human so he could be among the smaller beings much more easily. Saying his goodbyes, Moraster set off from the island and flew toward Corone, the cultural hub of the world. He spent a good 40 years there, before going about on world travels, and spent the next nearly hundred years doing such, learning languages and cultures [Including a curious incident in the far reaches of the Dark Elf kingdom that had a small section of it in a huge uproar over a child] until he figured he could do no more, wherein he returned to Corone to see what else he could learn, discover, create.
Herein is where we begin Moraster's tale.
Yes the format is like that for a reason. I didn't steal it from myself. xp
[Identity]
[NAME]: [Real name unpronounceable and unspellable] Moraster
[RACE]: Dragon
[DESCENDANT OF]: Black Dragons, violent ones.
[PARENTAGE]: Son of the Dead Star, unknown mother
[LANGUAGES SPOKEN]: Draconic, Dark Elf, Salvic, Raiearan, Tradespeak, probably more.
[Appearance]
[GENDER]: Male
[AGE APPARENT]: Hard to tell in dragon form, looks mid-twenties in human guise.
[AGE FACTUAL]: 354
[HEIGHT]: 13'6" [dragon]/6'5" [human form]
[LENGTH]: 29'
[WINGSPAN]: 34'
[b][WEIGHT]: 2300 lbs/ 224 lbs
[BUILD]: He is a bit small for a dragon his age, but makes up for it by being powerfully built in human form.
[HAIR COLOR]: Scales are ebony, hair in human form is jet-black.
[HAIR STYLE]: Short, extremely yet fashionably messy, won't ever hold where he wants it to.
[EYE COLOR]: Saffron yellow
[b][PUPIL]: Vertically slitted
[b][SKIN TONE]: Black scales as a dragon, moderately tanned as a human.
[Tactical]
[PRIMARY OFFENSIVE]: Physical fighting
[SKILL LEVEL]: Below Average, if you could call it that. 1.5x human strength
[WEAPONRY]: Claws, teeth, size/weight, tail, horns [dragon]/Fists, feet [human, rarely fights as such and prefers to run until he can have room to undo his spell]
[COMBAT STYLE]: Hit It Until It Stops Moving
[HANDED]: N/A
[SECONDARY OFFENSIVE]: Magic
[SKILL LEVEL]: Above Average
[TECHNIQUES]:
* Acid Spitting: Moraster can launch a quick spurt of acid up to 20 feet in front of him, from his mouth in Dragon form and through a conjuring motion of his hands when not. Can use once every 5 minutes or so. It's quite corrosive against human-type skin, and is quite a painful experience to behold when on the wrong end of it. It's not able to kill anything in one hit, but it can debilitate with but a few hits to the same area. It drops in strength when met with steel [rusts and weakens with one hit at best], and falls off completely above that.
* Water Manipulation: Can pull water up from deep within the ground, helps with survival in dry environments and also to take enemies off-guard by making terrains slippery/tripping them up a bit with the force of the water.
[COMBAT STYLE]: Usually a full magical offensive until physical strength can be brought to bare.
[ELEMENT AFFINITY]: Water [No real resistances to the element has manifested yet]
[OTHER SPELLS]:
*Image Manipulation: Using his collar and the stone within it to channel power, he can change his physical appearance to that of a human, allowing him to walk through city streets and into buildings without size and weight issues. Though he carries his draconic strength and spells over into his human form [See above], he's still as durable as a human can be when in such form. He can maintain the form for half a day before needing to change back, and can only do it once a day - he needs another half-day rest in dragon form to get his magic back up. Using spells in his human form cuts his time in it back by 30 minutes for every spell used.
*Underwater Breathing: Being that he's a swamp dragon, made for the water and swimming in it, he can remain beneath the surface indefinitely.
[DEFENSIVE]: His own skin, for cotton does very little for defense. His scales have a strength equivalent to leather.
[HEAD]: Nothing [Human], Scales [Dragon]
[TORSO]: Cotton tunic [Human], Scales [Dragon]
[LEGS]: Cotton Pants [Human], Scales [Dragon]
[FEET]: Leather boots [Human], Scales [Dragon]
[HANDS]: Nothing [Human], Scales [Dragon]
[Miscellaneous]
[OTHER EQUIPMENT OF NOTE]: A bloodstone pendant worn on a leather-like collar around his neck, that can, by force of magic charms on it, change to accomodate the different sizes of his neck.
[FAMILIAR]: None
[TRAVELING COMPANION]: No one and nothing.
[OCCUPATION]: Traveler, Sight-Seer
[MARITAL STATUS]: Single
[SEXUALITY]: Straight
[RELIGION]: None
[Detailed Statistics]
[PERSONALITY OUTLINE]:
Moraster is, like most dragons, the strong, silent type. He has lived for a long time, and gathered quite a bit of knowledge, things he only shares with people he deems worthy. Though mild-tempered and rational, he does come from a particularly violent genetic strain of Dragons, and as such, can get into a destruction-lusting mood at times, and proves to be quite adept at it for reasons unknown.
[HISTORY OVERVIEW]
Born deep within the Fiorair swamps, Moraster was the last to hatch of a set of three dragons, and was also, subsequently, the runt of the litter. Growing up with that in mind, he had to fight twice as hard, and work twice as much to prove himself against his older brother and sister. His father, a ruthless dragon known as the Son of the Dead Star, a pillager of villages, and eater of children [and otherwise bad dragon, though he was all but heralded as a hero among the dragons in the region] left shortly after the eggs were laid, nor did their mother take care of the three for very long before leaving them to fend for themselves, but Moraster quickly proved he was more than capable of holding his own. The three dragons stayed together for reasons varying among the individuals, and eventually set up residence near a run-down old castle somewhere right in the middle of the swamp. It wasn't long until the eldest dragon brother began to feel the destruction lust of their father, and formulated a plot to try to take some more land for them. Moraster didn't particularly think it was a good idea, but was bullied into it by his elder siblings. The first attempt ended with the female being badly wounded. About fifty years later, they tried again, this time with Moraster not only much more willing to help them, but being the surprisingly most intelligent of the three dragons, also planned it. They took a good few acres of land, but barely got time to gloat before the beings they attacked regrouped and struck at them. All three dragons were badly injured, the two eldest ones thought to be mortally so. Moraster was run out of the swamp completely by the opposition, while what became of his siblings, he doesn't know.
Nursing his wounds, he wandered about the continent for a long while, before tiring of the place and flapping eastward until, utterly exhausted, he landed on an unknown, at least to him, island where a kind old green dragon lived. Despite his breeding, and the darkness the green could sense within him, the green dragon helped heal his wounds. During his short recovery time, a curious Moraster spoke to the old Dragon, and learned many things about the world and the different races that inhabited it. So intrigued was Moraster by this information that he decided he was going to become a traveler as well, and learn as much about the world as he wanted to. The old green dragon, equal parts surprised and proud, taught him one thing before he left - a simple spell to change his physical form from that of a dragon to that of a human so he could be among the smaller beings much more easily. Saying his goodbyes, Moraster set off from the island and flew toward Corone, the cultural hub of the world. He spent a good 40 years there, before going about on world travels, and spent the next nearly hundred years doing such, learning languages and cultures [Including a curious incident in the far reaches of the Dark Elf kingdom that had a small section of it in a huge uproar over a child] until he figured he could do no more, wherein he returned to Corone to see what else he could learn, discover, create.
Herein is where we begin Moraster's tale.
Yes the format is like that for a reason. I didn't steal it from myself. xp