Post by singent on Feb 6, 2009 20:48:41 GMT -5
Name: Ol'Sil (Silentil Sunflare)
Age: 224
Race: Dragon
Gender: Male
Appearance: A colossal yellow. But he is so old and seen so much combat, that his scales and coloring is like that of amber layered over amber hundreds of times over. He is a monstrosity even for his kind. A few scales here and there have lost their color due to some bygone battle in the past, so that now they have a green marbling throughout. His wings creak like well worn leather, but they are as stong as ever. Now that he has left the Academy, he uses a singular power that lets him turn into a child form or a donkey form.
Personality: He is very caring and listening. But always has that glint in his eye, like he has heard it already or knows how to respond. When talking to him, it's very much like being a little kid again and talking with your grandfather while he whispered secrets in your ear to make you giggle or he was telling you where he hid a surprise for you. When he takes to combat, he is nothing like this.
Faction Affiliation: Ex-Dragon Riders Elder Councel's Combat Expert
Weapon(s): Himself.
Bio: When he hatched, there was no rider waiting for him, in fact his hatching came as a suprise to everyone. But his schooling came quickly and easily, since he did not have a rider to slow him down. The other dragons made fun of him, due to the lack of a rider, but he just laughed at them and studied harder and trained harder, because he did not have to wait for the weak two leggers to keep up. He held this mentality even as he got older, and bigger and even bigger. He got to the point where he was defeating riders and their dragons in duels. He left off and went to fight in numerous wars and battles over the centuries where he would always come back from vitorious. As soon as he reverts to his dragon from, he is the deadliest thing to take wing in centuries. For example: for a couple of decades he hunted nothing but flocks of gryphons to better himself. He can also sustain his breath for minutes from extended practice and use. After all this, the heads of the school came to use him as an instructor to the teach the new and upcoming dragons and riders. He was one of the best. He was so full of himself.
Then he met a mage one day who came to study the...cellars of the school? The mage found out how much Sil loved to duel and lord himself over others. So, he agreed to duel him, without a dragon mount. This made Sil laugh. But alas, through manipulation of the wind, earth, fire, and water the man trapped Sil in the ground with naught but his head sticking up and forced him to submit. Sil could not figure out how he lost, the man laughed and stroked at a non-exhistant beard and said,"You didn't have fun, or anything to drink." With that, the man left the school and wasn't seen again. Sil eventually learned this lesson and excelled even more-so after this encounter. Now, it wasn't about winning or pride, no. No, he did it because he wanted to do it and loved it.
Sil eventually became Ol'Sil because he would day-dream and became absent minded to the point that the school asked him to leave, which he had no problems with. The only thing he wanted was the necklace, medallion. One that allowed him to shapechange at will. The school thought this an odd demand, but complied anyways. What dragon would demean himself to a lower form, even if his adamantine tough skin protected him and his breath weapon carried over, why would he consign himself to a smaller form? Sil only smiled at their questions; put the necklace on and assumed the form of a donkey and bid them farewell and trotted right out of the school. He asks about a mage with a fine taste in wines everywhere he goes now.
Age: 224
Race: Dragon
Gender: Male
Appearance: A colossal yellow. But he is so old and seen so much combat, that his scales and coloring is like that of amber layered over amber hundreds of times over. He is a monstrosity even for his kind. A few scales here and there have lost their color due to some bygone battle in the past, so that now they have a green marbling throughout. His wings creak like well worn leather, but they are as stong as ever. Now that he has left the Academy, he uses a singular power that lets him turn into a child form or a donkey form.
Personality: He is very caring and listening. But always has that glint in his eye, like he has heard it already or knows how to respond. When talking to him, it's very much like being a little kid again and talking with your grandfather while he whispered secrets in your ear to make you giggle or he was telling you where he hid a surprise for you. When he takes to combat, he is nothing like this.
Faction Affiliation: Ex-Dragon Riders Elder Councel's Combat Expert
Weapon(s): Himself.
Bio: When he hatched, there was no rider waiting for him, in fact his hatching came as a suprise to everyone. But his schooling came quickly and easily, since he did not have a rider to slow him down. The other dragons made fun of him, due to the lack of a rider, but he just laughed at them and studied harder and trained harder, because he did not have to wait for the weak two leggers to keep up. He held this mentality even as he got older, and bigger and even bigger. He got to the point where he was defeating riders and their dragons in duels. He left off and went to fight in numerous wars and battles over the centuries where he would always come back from vitorious. As soon as he reverts to his dragon from, he is the deadliest thing to take wing in centuries. For example: for a couple of decades he hunted nothing but flocks of gryphons to better himself. He can also sustain his breath for minutes from extended practice and use. After all this, the heads of the school came to use him as an instructor to the teach the new and upcoming dragons and riders. He was one of the best. He was so full of himself.
Then he met a mage one day who came to study the...cellars of the school? The mage found out how much Sil loved to duel and lord himself over others. So, he agreed to duel him, without a dragon mount. This made Sil laugh. But alas, through manipulation of the wind, earth, fire, and water the man trapped Sil in the ground with naught but his head sticking up and forced him to submit. Sil could not figure out how he lost, the man laughed and stroked at a non-exhistant beard and said,"You didn't have fun, or anything to drink." With that, the man left the school and wasn't seen again. Sil eventually learned this lesson and excelled even more-so after this encounter. Now, it wasn't about winning or pride, no. No, he did it because he wanted to do it and loved it.
Sil eventually became Ol'Sil because he would day-dream and became absent minded to the point that the school asked him to leave, which he had no problems with. The only thing he wanted was the necklace, medallion. One that allowed him to shapechange at will. The school thought this an odd demand, but complied anyways. What dragon would demean himself to a lower form, even if his adamantine tough skin protected him and his breath weapon carried over, why would he consign himself to a smaller form? Sil only smiled at their questions; put the necklace on and assumed the form of a donkey and bid them farewell and trotted right out of the school. He asks about a mage with a fine taste in wines everywhere he goes now.
me ruv you wrong time
