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| Chelydra Srasri : Female : Bone; Lapin : Male : Ruin | |
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| Foxikoosh | Jun 1 2011, 09:55 PM Post #1 |
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Character Number- 4th Name- Chelydra Srasri Age- 15 Gender- Female Sexuality- Hetero Appearance- Chelydra is small, with a lifetime of malnutrition leading to a figure that has yet to begin adopting a woman's figure. She looks like skin stretched tight over bones, with a smile like a gleeful sprite and eyes like a doe. No, she's not exactly what you would call "pretty", although she has the sneaking suspicion that if she could just get regular square meals enough to grow on, she'd be a handsome lady just like her mom was. Her legs are over long, and are her arms- she looks like a teenager just beginning to be caught in the "awkward colt" phase of growth. Even her neck is a little too long. Her hair is short and chopped off, and under all the dirt, a beautiful light honey blonde. Between her infrequent baths, though, it tends to go muddy haystack brown. She likes to keep it short, but since she generally lacks a mirror it looks like it was cut by a blind man with a butcher's knife. Her narrow, almost weasely face is almost dominated by her bright eyes, which are a yellow to match her hair- it runs in her family, and is more of an inconvenience than a mark of beauty. Her nose is neither small nor large, but on the more delicate side. This could be an effect of lack of food and overly protruding bones, but she hopes not. She is willowy and looks like a good stiff breeze might blow her over or break her in half, and you can see almost all of her bones. Really, she looks like she is only days from starving to death, but she has always been on the thin side, so even well-fed this appearance is only slightly bettered by the presence of real muscles and not quite so many bones poking out. She has a habit of kind of wisping along as smoothly as a strand of fog. Her skin is deathly pale, like she's never seen the sun, and if she's forced to go out in the sun it quickly burns and then peels. To this end, she always tends to cover as much of her skin as she can- you never know when you'll be caught out in the sun at the wrong time of day. Perhaps trying to draw attention away from her protruding ribs and bony shoulders, she weras fairly loose clothes, and these are always in bright colors, often several mixed in one outfit. She loves loud colors, and she loves wearing as many as possible at once. Additionally, she wears a bandana over her head to keep off the sun and keep her chopy short hair out of her face if perchance the breezes should blow. Her voice is kind and reassuring, and she can often be heard laughing or humming along to herself. Personality- Chel is a strange little mix of personalities. Her hard lot in life has led her to be somewhat cynical, although she doesn't especially like it. She knows she's cynical, and tries to see something good in everything regardless, and she doesn't tend to have a lot of hatred for anything. As of late, she's become quite ambivalent about most things, incapable of love or hate. It bothers her, to say the least, as it makes her feel sort of dead. Her ultimate solution to any problem like this is to go make more friends, or at least find someone to talk to for the afternoon. She makes friends easily and is quick to try and cheer those who clearly need it... although if she thinks they're likely to leave her she's more than cautious about having anything to do with them (unless she's desperate). Besides being a wee bit cynical and a lot bit social, Chel has a good dose of the opportunist in her. Her life, if it has taught her anything, has taught her that you never know when a chance at better food/clothes/housing/anything will come along, and how long it will stay, so take advantage when you find it. This is generally frowned upon to the extent Chel takes it. She'll gladly throw all but her closest friends "under the bus" as it were, if there's something in it for her. Never, ever get caught robbing a house with Chel. She'll trip you and leave you there if it means she gets away with her hide intact. If there's food involve, she'll gladly let others starve if it means she doesn't. Perhaps one of the best ways to get Chel to like you is to offer her sustenance. Food has been an uncertain element for most of her life, and so if it's offered, she'll take it and guard it jealously against all comers. Chel also has her own way of dealing with people who earn her ire. She's not quick to anger, but once you've pissed her off she'll stay that way for eons. Those she takes a serious dislike to often eventually turn up dead, unless she knows they're stronger/better protected than she is. Her style isn't so much confrontation as sneaking around like a little weasel and stabbing people in the back. She knows she's small and weak, but she has a perfectly good brain between her ears, and a knack for ambushes or making deaths look like an accident. In the case that someone is out of her league to deal with, she will occasionally sow seeds of discord amongst those stronger than said individual, and get them to do her dirty work instead. It's not often someone pisses her off /that/ badly though. For the most part she can't be bothered to do much more than make them miserable or worried for a time before getting bored and deciding her time is better spent on something else. Rank- Bone History- Chel was the last of many children- not all of the same father. Her father, in particular, was a kind farmer who found himself in an awkward situation when her mother stumbled into his house (and subsequently into his bed) one winter. The farmer loved her dearly, and tried to do right by her and even her siblings, though they weren't his. Her mother died when she was young, but everyone said she took after her. Certainly she didn't take after her father, who was a solidly built man easily 6 feet tall. Slowly, though, the children ate Chel's father out of house and home. One by one they went... away. Chel isn't sure where exactly any of them ended up, and sometimes this bothers her. When she was 13, her father's farm finally gave up the ghost- her father moved away to a city, but city life didn't agree with Chel. They were still starving, but now she was stuck in a tiny house instead of on a farm. Her father, ever being the optimist, got a job and tried to keep them both fed, and failed miserably. Finally, Chel left a note for him and disappeared into the streets. She heard a year later through a convoluted network of friends and aquaintances that he'd died- presumably of old age, starvation, or both. For her part, Chel had learned to survive on the streets. With her personality and initially good looks, she didn't lack for friends and protectors, and people were more willing to give money to a pretty girl than an ugly one. However, there were certain problems. For one, she ran into several unscrupulous folks who mistook her for some sort of plaything. The first was killed by the woman who was, at the time, teaching her thievery and dagger-fighting. After that, she handled her own problems. Eventually people got the message- little Chel was pretty, but she wasn't to be messed with. By the age of 14, she was tired of the city life and bid all her friends goodbye. Though still trying to see the bright side of being alive, the stree living had taken its toll, mentally and physically. She would kill ruthlessly and remorselessly if she thought it necessary or if you crossed her, and she was mostly starved. Her town had two roads- one in on either end. One road led to Hellman's Well, which was situated so nearby that her town was really a suburb of that great town. Chel chose to take the other road, but found the living no easier back out in the country and eventually wound her way back in to Hellman's Well. All she really wanted from life was to not be hungry every day, and maybe a little safety. Well, safety optional. Perhaps... friends would be higher on the list than safety. Yes, she definitely wanted friends, and food. So, she decided Hellman's Well was for her. Surely a living could be scratched out there. Pet(s)- None Name- Lapin [Brother Lapin] Age- >1 year (Born Aug. 20, 2011) Gender- Male Element- Ruin Appearance- ![]() Lapin is an especially interesting Ruin. His face- or mask, rather- is long and domed, and comes to a point with a set of interlocked front teeth, lower fitting perfectly between the upper teeth. At a passing glance, his teeth may appear to be better suited for nipping off vegetation, but closer inspection reveals that they are, to a one, sharp and pointed. There are no teeth posterior to his incisors, but this doesn't seem to impede him in any way. His long, slightly domen nose delineates very little between nose and forehead. Gracing the top of his fine-featured skull is a pair of antlers, each coming to three sharp points. His needle-tipped ears are long and incredibly expressive. His eyes are crescent-shaped, giving him a look that appears to be wickedly clever. Perhaps he knows something you don't know- probably. But you'll find out eventually, oh yes you will. His body is covered in a soft quill-like "fur" of sorts, colored like coffee with just a bit of milk in it. The quills are quite short, giving them an appearance much like that of beaver fur, short and velvety and not shiny. The quills on his toes are even shorter, and a pale brown, giving him the look of having dipped his toes in sandy-brown paint. This same color is splashed across his belly, part of his side, and his hips and haunches in a sort of tiger-like striped pattern. This sandy pattern overlays a splotchy blue pattern running from shoulders across his hips and hind end, and part of the way down his tail. The mane running from his jaw all the way down his spine and ending halfway down his tail is an even lighter grey shade of the sandy brown. It is longer and fluffier than his quill-fur, and hidden within the mane are thicker quills that Lapin can raise and lower at will. When lowered, his mane feels like silk, but when raised, it would be akin to stroking a porcupine, and about as pleasant. The quills are especially thick around his head and neck and across his hips, where his charcoal-grey crystal is located. This crystal is a simple shape, a circle overlaid by a plus sign, and is placed just fore of his hips, right over his spine. His whole body is not what you would describe as thick or bulky. He is thin, though not nearly to the extreme of his rider. Short forelegs with thin, dexterous paws are in no way evenly matched by thicker, longer hindlimbs. His hind feet are long-toed and tipped with long, sharp white claws. The long hind limbs would make it awkward for a four beat walking gait, but Lapin rarely, if ever, utilizes this manner of forward motion. Instead, he hops both back feet forward to meet front, back bending and curving lithely as he makes his way along. If he is not hopping, he can use his long, blunt tail for balance. Underneath his tail is a strange rudder-like assemblage of mane and feathers, starting short at his hips and wide at the middle, from whence it tapers off at the tip of his tail. Four bight white wings grace his shoulders and back, the fore-wings longer than the back. Like his Air predecessors, he can use both wings for powered flight, gliding, and steering. He is agile, thanks to his lither form and pointed wings, and can use the rudder on his tail to aid in steering. His vapors are bright, toxic yellow, and stream from eyes, tail-tip, mouth, and all four paws. much like any other Ruin. Personality- Trickster, calculating, condemnatory Lapin is a trickster, a many-faced, silver-tongued joker. He's not half as malicious in his tricks as he could be, but he does possess a certain disregard for how his mischief might affect others. He's self-centered, with the exception of Chel, and seldom does things out of the kindness of his own heart. He wants to know what's in it for him. His wit, of which he is VERY proud, is sarcastic, taking the form of snide remarks and the occasional pun. In all actuality, he's fairly creative, although he does not use his talents for much of anything good. He loves to reinterpret orders, requests, agreements, truths, lies, you name it. If he can twist someone's words to suit himself or to make them look foolish, he'll gladly do it. Despite some of Chel's attempts to the contrary, this brash young dragon has very little in the way of morals. He'll happily sell you out unless he likes you, and there are very few people he likes enough that he'd take the fall for something they did. He's that whispering voice that spurs others into action before they think, the opposite of a conscience, and he enjoys sowing the seeds of strife just to watch the chaos unfold. He perhaps has an inflated sense of his ability to manage this with any sort of grace or finesse, but as long as the end product is interesting, he doesn't much care how it's accomplished. If not held in check by his rider, his tendency toward causing trouble would probably be his downfall, or at least get him into more trouble than those he was trying to manipulate. Chel, however, tends to temper the worst of his grand schemes so that they don't both end up dead. Lapin knows he's skinny and wiry and not much of a match for bigger dragons, and he doesn't really enjoy fighting, so he'd just as soon run. If he can't run, he's not above cheating or wheedling someone into fighting his battles for him. Fighting, as far as he's concerned, is for brutes to stupid to talk their way out of trouble, and he'd rather rely on trickery and lies to save his butt than having to rely on his fighting abilities. However, when backed into a corner, he can and will fight. When sufficiently pissed off, he has his claws and toxic gas to rely on. Chel keeps a striking flint with her at all times in case they need to make a fireball or five, although his favorite thing to do is fight alongside a Fire comrade. He really likes explosions. For all of his less-favorable traits, Lapin tries to be charming, knowing that's how he'll get by in life. He's great at saying what people want to hear, and he's amusing, and that seems to have earned him his share of supporters, insofar as such a thing exists in the Tainted Legion. He doesn't have a rank of any sort, but he'll follow orders from Augari or one of her Sheathes if he can't find a way to weasel out of it. This is, in some cases, certainly not out of respect for the person giving the order-- it's more than he likes his head on his neck, and knows that if he goes against his bosses, he'll end up deader than a doornail. Hatching post
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| Balu | Jun 1 2011, 10:19 PM Post #2 |
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