Post by Mutt on Oct 27, 2010 1:45:53 GMT 10
I am Dragon
.:My Life Is In Your Hands:.
Name: Mutt
Age: 1500
Gender: Male
Height: I'm never any good at figuring this out properly but will give it a try. 21 feet long and 10 feet tall
Weight: 11000 pounds
Lawful or Chaotic? Chaotic
Appearance: Real Form -- Mutt's body is mostly covered in dark blue scales that resemble the color of the deepest depths of the ocean where light just barely touches. In some ways the color is a reflection of his own soul as it still has a brightness to it that hasn't succumbed to the blackness yet. Along his stomach and chest area the scales turn to a color of a rough churning sea -- greenish blue -- though few see that shade as only a fool displays his soft underbelly. Two smooth curved horns sit on top of his head and his serpentine tail comes to a sharp deadly arrowhead like point. His wings are strange in themselves..he has one torn and shattered wing with a missing match. Around his neck is a heavy silver chain with a large purple stone set in the middle. He never removes it and will tear any one apart for touching it. His eyes are a light yellow color, almost looking white with just the dark slits standing out. Even when his muzzle is closed he has two upper fangs that hang out of his mouth, one on each side just past the canine teeth.
Human Form -
.:Do I Look Like I'm Laughing To You?:.
Personality: Perhaps Mutt was never truly cut out to be a good dragon anyways. Even from the start he was sarcastic and had a dark sense of humor. In the past that side of him shown through when he was playing harmless pranks on his friends like splashing them with a rain puddle while laughing at them. Now he is more likely to rip these same beasts open and play with their heads as if they were puppets. He has a strong drive to accomplish whatever he puts his mind to and is quite intelligent. Mutt is egotistical and can be quite obnoxious when he opens his muzzle to speak but he can also motivate others to do what he wants with his voice. Since he was picked on horribly since an early age for his broken wing he is a bit jaded and expects the worst from everyone around him. This gives him the drive to destroy what he can't control and control that which he can't (for now anyways) destroy.
.:Feel My Wrath:.
Weapon: A broadsword that he keeps tied around his tail by a large thick leather belt. Not really used as a weapon but its a memento from he first human he killed.
Skills: Breathe fire - just a natural gift he was born with
Spit acid - same as above
Excellent speaker/motivator - Mutt seems to know what to say to get the attention of those listening to him.
Magic: Invisibility -- can make himself invisible for a limited (About ten minute - about two turn) time period. This spell can be broken if something interferes with him such as he bumps into a wall, etc.
Fire Manipulation -- Mutt has the ability to breathe fire and then manipulate it into whatever he needs such as a ring of fire or fire trap, etc. Water is of course this spells weakness.
Shape shifting -- the ability to shift into the form of another creature. He can not, however, just randomly shift into someone else. Instead he has to kill whoever or whatever he wants to shift into so that their blood is on his paws. This has the potential to last longer than his invisibility but the longer he does it the more it becomes harder to keep the shape. Maximum amount of time is about twenty minutes with an average of about ten.
Electrical manipulation -- This ranges from controlling static cling to creating lightning bolts -- all of which seems to come from his claws. While this attack is his most powerful it's also the one that is most dangerous for him. The more electrical shock he produces the more his own energy drains from him. For example one small lightning bolt would cause him to go weak in the knees, lose his ability to stand, and not be able to think straight for a period of time. Therefore he only uses this when he feels there is no other choice. Water is a problem here as well.
Hardened Scales -- Most of his scales become hard and impenetrable for a time (about ten minutes....two turns). This doesn't necessarily protect him better however as his underbelly area scales become weaker when he uses this spell.
Fish breath -- Can breathe underwater. This nullifies his other spells however.
Shock wave -- Sends an earth quake towards his target with a stomp of his paw. Only has about a 50 yard radius.
Fighting Style: When he was younger there was honor about his fighting style. He would never use low handed tactics like slinging dirt into someone's eyes or attacking from the rear. Alas time has hardened his heart and made him believe that fighting fair is for those with a death wish. Mutt will fight down and dirty -- slashing, kicking, and biting all the way. He has been known to play on his opponent's emotions as well...changing in to a loved one that he has just slain to creep get his opponent to drop their guard before slicing the other creature's neck. He isn't as quick as some of his peers but he is very agile. Mutt uses his claws, teeth, and the sharpness of his tail as weapondry.
.:I Was Once Younger:.
HistoryMutt was hatched, along with his brother, on an early summer day. The birth of the two was thought to be a blessing by a pair of dragon's who were just setting out to create a family. At the sight of Mutt's torn and badly formed wing along with the missing one it was whispered that he should be killed on the spot. The young couple refused to do such a thing. His father and mother were fine dragons who instilled a set of Morals into both of their sons as they grew. They also taught the pair the basics they felt they would need in life, ranging from reading and other scholarly activities to more combative skills. Mutt's brother, Dagger, was the quiet sort who always seems to be the good son. You know the type, the one that brings flowers to mom and waxes dad's armor without being asked. Mutt was more the kind to hide the teacher's books or slip a slimy newt onto the shoulder of a nearby girl. Though they never meant to the parents began to favor Dagger while excluding Mutt. At first he tried to ignore it, he would say to himself that it didn't matter, but deep down it cut him deeply. Mutt tried doing the same good deeds that his brother did but it always turned out wrong. Perhaps there would be an angry hornet in the nice bouquet or perhaps he would have damaged his father's armor while cleaning it. No matter what he just didn't seem to stack up to his brother's shining example. He was also teased by the other dragonlings about his appearance.
When he realized that being as good as Dagger was next to impossible he decided to dabble on the wrong side of things to get their attention. He began sneaking out and traveling to the places that Demons lived. Mutt watched them many nights until finally being bold enough to make his presence known. Of course he wasn't trusted right away, was put through many grueling tests and battles to prove an outsider could be trusted, but soon they accepted him. The young dragon was happy to be with those that finally noticed him and didn't think anything was wrong with the arrangement. He soon became good friends with a demoness and she taught him more of the darker things in life. Mutt felt more at peace with her than his own family and began staying away from home more and more. This caught the attention of his brother who had begun following him and who confronted him one day in front of their parents.
Needless to say his parents were in absolute shock and horror to find their son had done such a thing. They felt betrayed though Mutt saw nothing wrong with what was going on. Without warning, in the middle of the yelling and screaming, his father hit Mutt harder than he had ever been hit before in the jaw. At first Mutt just lay there staring at his parents as they disowned him in one breath while begging him to give up his friends in another. Behind them stood his brother, a cocky smirk on his muzzle as if he was proud of all the spying he had done that had gotten Mutt in such a dilemma. Outside he could hear the others gathering as they mumbled about what was happening inside. He laid there and just took all of this in until he had finally had enough.
Mutt lunged for his father and tackled him to the ground. There they fought while both Dagger and his mother tried to pull them apart. Finally Mutt stood up victoriously over his father's dead body with an evil grin on his broken jaws. His mother flung herself on the body of her dead husband while Mutt ran out the door with his brother on his heels.
From time to time the two do meet up and do battle over what happened that day. For the most part, however, Mutt travels the land looking for his next victim. He has aligned himself against those that gave life to him originally and aligned with those that he truly feels are his family.
Role play Sample: "Leave it to you to be hiding in some fetid stinking swamp you back stabbing low life scum." came the voice just a few feet above and behind the spot where Mutt stood. He watched as his brother circled over head as if searching for his sibling. In truth that's exactly what the other male was doing even though Mutt was standing in full view. There the scaly beast stood, flexing his paws in squishy mud, while cackling to himself as he focused on making himself invisible. How he had once envied that sorry sack of scales was beyond Mutt's understanding. Sure he could fly while Mutt was grounded, so could most of this race for that matter, but the deep blue scaled dragon knew he was the master of them all.
"You coward!" came another taunt and Mutt couldn't help but bust out laughing in response, which shattered the spell's illusion.
"I'm the coward? Dearest brother you seem to forget who is hiding just out of reach like a cornered little mouse." The words were almost cooed though they had a sharp edge of audible venom to them. "It's been so long since we have played together. Come down and let's have a go at it." A laugh followed these words. A laugh that immediately sent chill up the spine of those listening as it echoed off the trees and was sent spiraling through the crisp early spring air.