Post by (¯`·._.·Baron·._.·´¯) on Aug 13, 2006 7:59:16 GMT -5
Name: Synthscale
Age: 32 moons
Gender: Male
Position: Loner
Clan: None
Type: Dragon
Description: Synthscale is about the size of a horse, and has the main shape of a dragon, with proportional limbs. He has deep crimson scales all over. They are miniscule, so his skin looks almost leathery. But he has thick black tribal marks all over, with many swirls and spikes starting from his eyes and extending to his tail. His eyes are fully golden with no distinction of iris and pupil. Unher each eye is an oval shaped white mark, and above each eye is a thick black horn curved back.
There is a sharp curved spike along his neck and back to the tip of his tail, at the end of which is a large club.
His claws are long and sharp and pearly white, like his curved teeth (There are two rows of said teeth). ANd his large bat-like wings are quite large and black with silver tribal-like tatto swirls and spikes like the rest of his body. At the tip of his snout there is a small horn and under his chin is a little ridge that can disconnect. As well as a good length spike at each shoulder blade (Four in total)
Personality: Cool, calm, and collected. He hardly ever rushes into anything and likes to quietly think things through no matter the situation. He likes to be alone and ponder about many things, like the state of the universe and the ways of the humans. It takes time for him to make friends, and even longer for him to forgive crimes, for he holdes a grudge. Synthscale does his best to keep his emotions in check, for otherwise it could lead him into a rash decision.
But he does have his issues. It takes A LOT to get his angry, but when he gets angry, he gets PISSED. Synthscale has various degrees of anger, from a small temper to full-blown rage. When he is in this rage, he can hardly tell friend from foe.
History: To understand Synthscale more, one must know his whole history. Synthscale came from a long line of powerfull Digireins who were all dragons and looked similar. They lived in a secluded area and didn't have any contact with the world outside their territory. Some disliked this and wished to leave, but the leader, a strict enforcer of tradition wouldn't let them.
I'll save you the details, but the leader was assassinated and theones who wanted to leave, were exciled after a big fight erupted. Those outcasts were few in number and weak from the fight. But they mated with other digimon and the blood of their ancestors dwindled and weakened untill they were a sliver of what they were, and their strength was affected similarly.
Synthscale's ancestors did their best to mate with toerhs of the same type, but even they couldn't and the bloodline diminished.
His parents didn't even look remotely like their child, for Synthscale looked almost exactly like his great ancestor, who was the leader of the tribe many many generations ago. Incidentally, the blood of his family flows thicker in his veins than any of his siblings or relatives, most of which are either dead or never to be heard from again.
His only litter mate, his sister, died in birth and his mother left one day and never returned. Synthscale wants to bring back his family line and mate only with a dragon, but even he knows the chances of that. Someday, he would like to find his ancestors, and he would never make a rash decision to cause suffering to future generations. For that's why he was here, a rash decision.
(He guards his history very well)
Attacks:
Iron Tail~Club on tail glows and can hit really hard
Searing Beam~A concentrated beam of fire flies towards opponent, can twist and turn too.
Slicing Talons~Claws and fangs glow and become real strong
Spikefire~Molten hot spikes fly from his back and claws
Volcano Rupture~A volcano erupts under the opponent's feet, unpredictable
Other: The angrier he gets, the more adrenaline is pumped and the stronger he becomes. The only way one could tell when they're in danger of being attacked is his eyes. When calm, the eyes are full gold. As he gets angry the gold ebbs away to white. When the gold dissapears, he is in a rage.
IC example:
The sky was still dark, although a light spot on the horizon revealed the sun just about to poke it's sleepy head above townhouses and apartment buildings. Not many people were up at this time, but there were a select few who were going to work, whether flying or sprinting.
The campus of Dauscious Private was empty....almost empty. The only figure in the pale morning light was an adolescant hawk. He didn't seem to notice the slight frost on the ground, he was used to much colder temperatures when high above the ground. This hawk, who everyone who knew him called Jath, was....standing. Just standing there, by the front steps.
Almost motionless, Jath had woken much earlier than the day itself had, the teen had been out here for a while. He had a lot on his mind, as his mother's condition was getting much worse. She had been bedridden for weeks now....he had just visited the hosptal in which she stayed. The docters and nurses wouldn't allow him to enter, afraid her condition was contagious.
Jath was afraid that he wouldn't get to say his final farewells....then he would be alone. Since his father was killed, getting mixed up in a gang, his mother was the only family he had left, being an only child.
His father....was the closest thing to a legend that this city could get. He was everything a hero should be, large, strong, gruff, yet caring, gentle and loving. Everything Jath had aspired to be. Now, he was risking his life doing the exact same thing his father had died doing: Police work. He didn't have full priveledges or rights, he was still just a teen, but as the police were short-handed at the moment, he was as valued as if he was his father.
Little did the hawk know, he was being watched....a lovely red fox vixen was across the street, debating over whether to talk to this man, who she had her eye on since last year. They knew each other, they respected each other...but Jath didn't like this girl...Aurella. He thought she was shallow, and simple. She, however, saw the hawk as a challenge, playing hard-to-get, but this Falkland fox would not give up. She would have him before the first quarter ended.
Age: 32 moons
Gender: Male
Position: Loner
Clan: None
Type: Dragon
Description: Synthscale is about the size of a horse, and has the main shape of a dragon, with proportional limbs. He has deep crimson scales all over. They are miniscule, so his skin looks almost leathery. But he has thick black tribal marks all over, with many swirls and spikes starting from his eyes and extending to his tail. His eyes are fully golden with no distinction of iris and pupil. Unher each eye is an oval shaped white mark, and above each eye is a thick black horn curved back.
There is a sharp curved spike along his neck and back to the tip of his tail, at the end of which is a large club.
His claws are long and sharp and pearly white, like his curved teeth (There are two rows of said teeth). ANd his large bat-like wings are quite large and black with silver tribal-like tatto swirls and spikes like the rest of his body. At the tip of his snout there is a small horn and under his chin is a little ridge that can disconnect. As well as a good length spike at each shoulder blade (Four in total)
Personality: Cool, calm, and collected. He hardly ever rushes into anything and likes to quietly think things through no matter the situation. He likes to be alone and ponder about many things, like the state of the universe and the ways of the humans. It takes time for him to make friends, and even longer for him to forgive crimes, for he holdes a grudge. Synthscale does his best to keep his emotions in check, for otherwise it could lead him into a rash decision.
But he does have his issues. It takes A LOT to get his angry, but when he gets angry, he gets PISSED. Synthscale has various degrees of anger, from a small temper to full-blown rage. When he is in this rage, he can hardly tell friend from foe.
History: To understand Synthscale more, one must know his whole history. Synthscale came from a long line of powerfull Digireins who were all dragons and looked similar. They lived in a secluded area and didn't have any contact with the world outside their territory. Some disliked this and wished to leave, but the leader, a strict enforcer of tradition wouldn't let them.
I'll save you the details, but the leader was assassinated and theones who wanted to leave, were exciled after a big fight erupted. Those outcasts were few in number and weak from the fight. But they mated with other digimon and the blood of their ancestors dwindled and weakened untill they were a sliver of what they were, and their strength was affected similarly.
Synthscale's ancestors did their best to mate with toerhs of the same type, but even they couldn't and the bloodline diminished.
His parents didn't even look remotely like their child, for Synthscale looked almost exactly like his great ancestor, who was the leader of the tribe many many generations ago. Incidentally, the blood of his family flows thicker in his veins than any of his siblings or relatives, most of which are either dead or never to be heard from again.
His only litter mate, his sister, died in birth and his mother left one day and never returned. Synthscale wants to bring back his family line and mate only with a dragon, but even he knows the chances of that. Someday, he would like to find his ancestors, and he would never make a rash decision to cause suffering to future generations. For that's why he was here, a rash decision.
(He guards his history very well)
Attacks:
Iron Tail~Club on tail glows and can hit really hard
Searing Beam~A concentrated beam of fire flies towards opponent, can twist and turn too.
Slicing Talons~Claws and fangs glow and become real strong
Spikefire~Molten hot spikes fly from his back and claws
Volcano Rupture~A volcano erupts under the opponent's feet, unpredictable
Other: The angrier he gets, the more adrenaline is pumped and the stronger he becomes. The only way one could tell when they're in danger of being attacked is his eyes. When calm, the eyes are full gold. As he gets angry the gold ebbs away to white. When the gold dissapears, he is in a rage.
IC example:
The sky was still dark, although a light spot on the horizon revealed the sun just about to poke it's sleepy head above townhouses and apartment buildings. Not many people were up at this time, but there were a select few who were going to work, whether flying or sprinting.
The campus of Dauscious Private was empty....almost empty. The only figure in the pale morning light was an adolescant hawk. He didn't seem to notice the slight frost on the ground, he was used to much colder temperatures when high above the ground. This hawk, who everyone who knew him called Jath, was....standing. Just standing there, by the front steps.
Almost motionless, Jath had woken much earlier than the day itself had, the teen had been out here for a while. He had a lot on his mind, as his mother's condition was getting much worse. She had been bedridden for weeks now....he had just visited the hosptal in which she stayed. The docters and nurses wouldn't allow him to enter, afraid her condition was contagious.
Jath was afraid that he wouldn't get to say his final farewells....then he would be alone. Since his father was killed, getting mixed up in a gang, his mother was the only family he had left, being an only child.
His father....was the closest thing to a legend that this city could get. He was everything a hero should be, large, strong, gruff, yet caring, gentle and loving. Everything Jath had aspired to be. Now, he was risking his life doing the exact same thing his father had died doing: Police work. He didn't have full priveledges or rights, he was still just a teen, but as the police were short-handed at the moment, he was as valued as if he was his father.
Little did the hawk know, he was being watched....a lovely red fox vixen was across the street, debating over whether to talk to this man, who she had her eye on since last year. They knew each other, they respected each other...but Jath didn't like this girl...Aurella. He thought she was shallow, and simple. She, however, saw the hawk as a challenge, playing hard-to-get, but this Falkland fox would not give up. She would have him before the first quarter ended.