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Maurice Callan and Gormlaith; First character
Topic Started: Aug 10 2010, 12:48 PM (336 Views)
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First | Maurice Callan | Nineteen| Male | Sekkian Dragon Rider --->Deceased

Appearance: Most people would pass Maurice by without noticing much out of the ordinary. He is not a exceptionally large man, but he is muscular and strong. Standing at just barely 6’ foot and only weighing one hundred and eighty pounds, he isn’t much to look at to most women. His dark orange hair sometimes draws attention, but when his eyes lock with those of the onlooker, his intense stare gets the better of them and they are forced to look away. He has deep blue eyes, flecked with both white and lighter blue that resemble a ocean storm. The water tossing and turning. His face is not round but not slender, and he has a fair complexion for the most part. The only thing that throws people off is the large dark scar that runs from beneath one eye to the base of the jaw bone on that same side. He has broad shoulders with strong arms. His chest is not protruding, but is muscular. He is not ripped like most seasoned warriors or even some other rider, but his stomach is flat and laced with muscles. His waist is somewhat slender, but it suits him. He has a decent tan, which is odd for a redhead, but you could tell he once worked for a living.

Maurice has taken to wearing a dark green tunic most of the time, with a slight bit of orange lace around the throat and brown cotton pannts. It’s somewhat dusty from his long travels, but it adds to his character. It make’s him look like a hunter of some sort, but he doesn’t carry a bow. The only weapon that he seems to carry is a long spear strung across his back. As far as any sort of fashion goes Maurice could care less. The only thing he wears that looks to be of high society is the gold necklace around his neck with the dark green emerald imbedded in the pendent. He also wears a light blue or light green bandanna around his head to keep his long red hair out of his eyes. When the weather is harsh or he thinks he will draw attention to himself he will wear a large deep blue trench-coat and a matching tricorne.

Personality: Maurice is not a very out going person. He usually keeps his thoughts and emotions to himself. He hardly talks at all to anyone. Most people haven’t even heard him say a word. He is a very deep thinker. He could solve almost any problem if he but his mind to it, and as far as tactics and battle strategy, there are few better. He doesn’t get angry easily, but if you finally get him pissed off enough he goes berserk. He doesn’t seemed to be fazed by the blows you may land, and he lets out a roar that will shake a man twice his size to the core. But he rarely gets angry. He has a sense of the greater good that often gets him into trouble. He can’t stand seeing someone in torment or put in pain, and will gladly stand and fight for a stranger. Due to the fact that he choses to remain mute, for the most part, he has several traits that have been heightened. His hearing, for one, is exceptional. He is wise well beyond his years, because he takes the time to listen to how things play out for other people. The last thing is his connection with his dragon. They can carry on a conversation wit each other without so much as showing that they are concentrating on it. This also effects the feeling of both the dragon and the rider. There connection is so great that when a certain emotion is course through one, the other feels that emotion just as strong.

One of his favorite pass times is traveling far away from any hint of civilization and just living off the land. He is not a loner by choice, but more shunned by society by the appearance of his scar. He has grown accustom to living with himself. He has no regrets about his appearance, and has confidences in his abilities. He is brave, but not to the point of being foolish. Yet he has been called that many times over the years. The only thing that he seems to hate with a passion far grater than that of any thing else is the Taint. He hasn’t been of the age to fight back for very long, but he has already fought and won against a few dragons. Carrying a set of scars from each engagement of course. Yet he isn’t cocky, he doesn’t boast, and if you can break through the walls and become his friend, he will be there to stand at your side until the end.

History: Maurice was born in a large fishing village on the coat of the Assaria and the great river that travels through it. His family had been fishermen for six generations. He grew up going out on the ocean with his father and older brother. Learning how to mend net and cast a line before he could even walk. It said that he was at sea so much that he got sick when he stepped on land. Years passed and he grew bigger. At six he was already casting a net right alongside his father. With the war ragging on the western fronts, his brother volunteered for the service. He became a spy and took his shallow bottomed canoe deep in to The Desolation to report numbers resources and such to the Sekkians.

With his older brother at war, Maurice had to step up and fill his shoes even. At Seven he could hold his breathe for almost two minute while checking the crab pots. When he turned eight he could catch a fish almost anywhere in any weather on the coast. By ten he had almost completely taken over for his father. He was bringing in twice the fish that most three man crew could. He brought in enough money for his mother to quit her job and for them to buy the sea side tavern. His father took over the tavern, stocking it with many types of ales and beers. His mother served the customers and cooked food, but she didn’t consider it a job, more of a way to meet people and talk with friends. At fifteen he bought a bigger boat, one that could manage the open seas, and began to harpoon large fish from the bow. Soon he was bringing in sharks, swordfish, and other large sea creatures. He was sending shipment directly to Lihn in a months time. His father bought a small warehouse and built a hotel onto the tavern. Life was good to him and his family. That same year he began courting the mayors daughter. She was beautiful and they truly loved each other. They were going to be married in the spring of that next year.
Then horrible news came that winter. His brother had been caught and killed by the Taint. They found out about his operations and chased him all the way across the Assaria desert. The news was a heavy blow to the family, but things were going to get better. Something very odd happened early that winter. A Young mother dragon didn’t make it out in time to beat the oncoming winter. Fearing for he soon to be laid eggs she decide to stay in the Village. At this point it was really a decent sized town. The town itself didn’t have a hatchery, do the townsfolk cleaned out the old lighthouse for the dragon’s use. It was early January when her eggs finally hatched. The whole town gathered to see if someone would be chosen from the village. Maurice was just coming back from fishing when he passed the old lighthouse on the point. The whole town was gathered there. He quickly tacked his vessel bringing her in to the old docks at the cove near the lighthouse. After tying up his boat he jumped from it and ran up the hill to the lighthouse.
He was heaving and out of breath when he made it to the lighthouse. People were packed at the door. He pushed his way threw the crowd of people as a very large Sonic dragon spoke. As he neared the front he heard what it was saying. “ Well this cannot be everyone, a hatchling bonds with its rider at birth, all this young one has done is follow the sides of the lighthouse. Surely it is just confused.” Then Maurice made it to the front of the crowd. The small hatchling made a squeal of joy and began to waddle towards him. He crouched as it neared, the people around him backing away to give him space. He could feel the eyes of the Sonic and the mother dragon watching him curiously. The small babe finally made it to him and he pet the creature soothingly. He reached into his pocket and produced a small fish. The babe took it hungrily from him. The Sonic approached him. “ I have never seen a hatchling bond to a fisherman, and much less one so far from true civilization, but you must be his rider.” The sonic holds its enormous foot towards him, and in its center a large emerald. “This is you crystal rider.” Maurice’s trembling hand reaches out takes the jewel. “ Thank you.” At this the sonic nods and moves toward the door. “ Come on move along people give the babe and its rider some peace.” A short sonic blast hits the people making them get pour out the door. The sonic stops at the door and looks back. “ I’ve seen it all now.” With the that the enormous creature takes off, it’s wing beat eventually fading and then becoming absent all together.
The mother dragon approaches him now. “ His name is Gormlaith. He is a Water, and very strong for a babe.” The mother stretches he wings. “ It has been awhile since I have taken to the air.” She looks down at him, “ I think i will go for one now. I will be back tonight.” Without a moments hesitation she is out the door and in the air. Maurice is left standing there with the babe at his feet. A weird sensation goes through his mind as a word seems to float into his head. “Food”. He looks around, nothing. he looks down at the babe sitting at his feet waging its tale like a dog. “Food” he says again. Maurice breaks into a grin and then starts laughing. He picks the little guy up in his arms. Lets go get you something to eat, huh? “ Food” He walks down towards the town laughing out loud.
Maurice was siting on the docks, as he did most nights, thinking to himself. He had a line in the water and thought clouded his head. It has been to weeks since he was first chosen by the hatchling. Already the little guys was going with him on his fishing outings. Refusing to be left alone. A light breeze came up suddenly from nowhere. His thoughts cut short as he scanned the horizon for cloud formations, thinking a storm was on its way. But there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. He thought nothing of it and pulled his line out of the water heading back to the tavern. Thats when he saw it. The wings folded and disappeared over the roof of the shipyard, but he had seen it. He looked from left to right nervously. If it was a Sekkian messenger he would have blown a horn. He rushes to the tavern and turns the corner, and there standing between the warehouse and the tavern is the largest dragon he has ever seen. Something shifts on the back of its neck and the creature turns to stare down on Maurice.
He stands there frozen in fear as this creature sizes him up it shifts out of the shadows of the warehouse and the moonlight strikes the creature. Maurice’s heart stops. He begins shaking uncontrollable. The dragon senses his fear and a dark spot of molten fire forms in its opening mouths. All of it’s eyes flick from side to side as it rears back to spit its fire. Time holds still as Maurice dives for cover, just barley missing incineration from a spew of molten rock. The tavern is on fire as well as the warehouse. His parents come screaming out of the house his dad with spear in hand. The giant creature looms behind the now ablaze tavern its eyes flicking back and forth as it takes in all of the movement in the village. The militia burst from the doors of the small main street armory, sword and shield in hand. The dragon sees them through one of it many eyes, and whirls on them unleashing a large spew of molten rock. There screams echo the night as they are almost instantly incinerated. His father launches his spear at the creature, catching it in one of its many eyes. The monster rears back, unleashing a roar that makes Maurice soil himself. One of the traveling messengers who was staying in the town takes this moment to swoop in on the creature with his Forest Dragon. The creature recovers in time to see him coming and it strips the dragon of his rider in one quick swipe. Quickly closing its jaws on the neck of the smaller dragon, it proceeds to spin the poor creature about as it crushes the rider beneath its large middle foot.
A scream breaks through the night that seems more familiar than the rest. It’s his wife to be, and she is still in the tavern. He rushes toward the tavern bursting into the flaming structure. He find Gormlaith wailing on the floor and sweeps him up under his arm. The creator catches this as it squares off to face another dragon, what looks like the mother dragon. It’s tail sweeps through the tavern just as he makes eye contact with his love. The tail brings the tavern down on top of them. The tail catching him full in the chest, cutting his face on a spike and throwing him and the babe into the ocean. . He surfaces in time to see the creature lay waste to the remainder of the village as the current carries him and Gormlaith out to sea despite his struggles.

He awakens strewn across the rocks of a small island. He is bloody and battered, and it is night. The moon is full, but there is no smoke in the air. He has no clue at how long he has been on the island, but he needs to get back to the tavern. Then all the images flash through his head of that night the creature came. It seems to be a landslide of nightmarish memories forever burnt into his mind. These thoughts make him keel over and vomit. He finally forces himself to get up and walk down to the beach. He plops down in the sand. Thoughts race through his mind, things such as “I’m all alone”, “I no longer have a family”, and “What am i to do with my life now?”. He puts his head in his hands and cries.
He doesn’t know how long he is like that when he feels something brush up against him. He opens his eyes and there lying in the sand next to him is Gormlaith. “ Food.” Maurice stifles a cry and begins to laugh. he picks up Gormlaith and strokes him fondly. Soon the dragonet is asleep. “ I do have a purpose.” He thinks to himself, “ I am to be a rider....”

“My life is mine to live right? So why not live it the way I want?”

Gormlaith | Water | Male | 5-year -old adult
Tainted 6/23/11---> Tainting Thread, Clicky

Rank: Bone

Appearance: Gormlaith is not extremely large for his species. He is only one-hundred and twenty feet long, and thirteen feet high at the shoulder. He is a dark cobalt blue with two light sky blue lines running the length of his body. He has a lighter cobalt blue underbelly. He has a squared head with a dual-webbed fin protruding from behind his jagged nose ridge. He has a long slender neck with large overlapping pates of armor stretching from the base of his skull to the tip of his tail on his under body. His legs are somewhat short and stocky, but are plenty muscular.They are also webbed and he has a extra curved talon on his front left foot. He has somewhat large wings with only four “fingers” apiece. He has very small fine scales on the back of his wings that give him exceptional speed in the water. He has a set of small curved horns above his eye guards. His chest is narrow, but a slight bit larger than most Waters. His tail ends in a large webbed fan that has a protruding barb on each stem. His crystal is a dark emerald that is found high on his chest. He has abnormally large scales on both of his shoulders and in a few corresponding spots on his neck and tail. These scales are extremely thick and protruding and have a almost green hint to them at the points in which they spike.

Tainting Effects

Gormlaith is for the most part the same dragon. One difference that can be seen is the numerous scars that cross different parts of his body. Life was tough in the tainted legions for a smaller dragon himself, and his sleep is still plagued by the images of what horrid creatures lurked in the foul Tainted depths. Many of which had once tried to nibble on his pale blue backside. Another trait that has changed is the color of his scales. After the Dark Lord's power was snapped out, some of those Taint that could escape, retreated into the barren, hostile frozen wasteland. Gorm was one of these dragons. He has adapted to survive in the rough climate, and it has slightly changed the color of his scales.By changed I mean that the blue color has become faded and somewhat lighter, with a few random scales becoming completely whitewashed.

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Personality: He was Calm, Collected, Free spirit, and Intelligent


Gormlaith seldom gets his feathers ruffled. He doesn’t mind someone joking or messing around, but he hates it when someone tries to lighten something serious with a horrible joe. He carries himself high and isn’t afraid of his figure or that of his rider. He does often wander about in his own mind, dreaming of seeing what is beyond the edges of the map. He loves to fly, but he loves swimming even more. He often studies creature in nature when at camp or just when him and his rider are roaming. He watches to see how they move always trying to adapt it in someway to a combat move or to just the way he carries himself.
He loves wandering with his rider, and living off the land. They travel all over the map and, while his master may not say much, he spins their tales to other. He loves to tell stories of adventure, especially to children. He has always had a soft spot for children and hatchlings. He also loves having in depth conversations with his rider about philosophy, often discussing situations they have seen and what they would do. His rider reads almost every night around the fire, sometimes he just listens to the story playing out in his master mind, and almost imagining the same thing his rider is.
Training is a part of everyday life for him. His rider stops several hours before dark, usually near water so that he can practice his elemental control, which is just barely being able to make a ripple. His rider will take out his spear and catch fish with it throwing him fish when he has accomplished something more or just when he asks for it, but he hardly has to ask. He doesn’t mind visiting cities and towns. His rider grows uncomfortable, but they have to make the trip to sell and buy needed things. He doesn’t have the hatred for the Taint that his rider does, but he still can’t stand them. He is more the ready to take on most opponents, but is not over confident. He has a great agility for a Water, and with the connection he has with his master, they can outsmart or out maneuver any trouble that might be to much to handle. One thought does seem to occur to his rider and even himself every once in a while. The thought of having a family or a girl that loves traveling as much as they do. That would be nice. But even if that doesn’t happen, life is good.....

Tainting Effects

Primal, Feral, Lecherous, Intelligent, Deranged


Every Taint succumbs to the power of the Tainted Lord, and Gorm was no exception. The Tainted One took his mind, twisting and bending it into a form that better served his will. When the Tainted Lord fell, this hold was broken. His mind was broken, but for a few fleeting moments he fought with his former self. In the end basic instinct took over all mental functioning. The harsh Frozen Wastelands have made Gorm into a primal creature. He has become a feral beast with his main thought process being that of survival. A few traits remain from both former selves, he hasn't lost his lecherous strain of though or his intelligence, but he is a broken shell of what he used to be. A new trait that has evolved from past events and the present environment he lives in is that of a deranged maniac. He has obviously lost his mind, and those few have met him or seen him from afar have witnessed him in enthusiastic conversation with what appear to be nothing. A lost soul...

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