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| Jiromy 'Stik' Sarune - Male -Forest Rider; Forest Anemone | |
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| Inkdragon | May 13 2012, 07:23 PM Post #1 |
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Character Number- #1 Name- Jiromy 'Stik' Sarune Age- Twenty-five Gender- Male Sexuality- Hetero [align=center] ![]() [/align] Appearance- Stik got his nickname for a reason. Even when he was born he was unnaturally thin. His skin stretched taut over his skeleton created the illusion of some unearthly creature. However, ever since he met a certain young woman at the Academy, he suddenly found himself caring more about his health and how he looked. While he is still thin, he has some actual meat on his bones. He used to wear tight clothing to enhance the already eery skeletal effect and rather enjoyed looking like a human stick, but in the wake of the all-new Jiromy (he actually started to go by his real name recently), that has changed as well. Tall and better proportioned with lean muscles. this man still would not do well in a fight of strength, even though he has grown stronger and will continue to, but he fares well with distanced assaults and sneak attacks, and speed. His adoration with the outdoors has led to his tanned skin that provides a startling contrast to his fair blue eyes,which appear to be the only gentle feature on him. His grin can split so drastically in a curved horizontal line across his face that it's a wonder it doesn't just tear off and hop around on the floor, biting at people's heels. When that grin surfaces, you know something is about to happen. It gives hm an extra mischievous tone, which will be the only warning people can pick up on before he moves in. Come the start of his Academy career, his hair had been long and stringy, in a boring shade of black with little to no silky shine. Due to an accident he will never speak of, it was forced shorter by a knife attack. He had no choice but to get it seen to then, getting it evened out and trimmed. It looks nicer, actually, but he won't admit he likes it better. Before he met the earth rider Alwin, Jiromy didn't care less what he wore. No preference for color, or making himself match. Now he looks more presentable, and comfortable, for that matter, and has no choice but to wear his newest closet of clothes since his old ones oddly up and vanished. The only thing he wears consistently, however, are his knee-high, lace-up black boots. And their condition only supports this fact as they have much tread on the soles, and the leather it was created with has seen far better days. What material that hasn't been destroyed hasn't seen much care since his purchase. However, he always polishes them, no matter what state they may be in. When holes develop through countless patches and the seam holding the leather to the sole has deteriorated, he will buy another pair, exactly the same and begin the process over. He keeps his blue, oval-shaped gem on a dark chain as necklace around his throat, wearing it horizontally. Besides that, what else happens to stick out are his scars. The most obvious one being the thorned trinity that had been branded harshly to his chest, which is sometimes at least goes somewhat unseen depending on what kind of shirt he wears. There is a reasonable chunk gone from the side of his neck and right hand, now scarred over but nevertheless still a devious wonder to look upon. Upon his wrists are a circle of scars, where tight rope had constricted them and bit to bleed and tear. All of these were a combined effort of a Tainted group known as The Trio. These scars almost distract the eye from the odd tattoos on his arms, simple, blocky lines that have their ends cut off and sitting as a distinctive block all on their one. Personality- Jiromy can be cynical, and yet, goofy. He loves playing with his knives and has a very accurate hand with them. He has periods of leave-me-alone-or-I'll-stab-you, but otherwise he will find himself drawn to people just to bug them, tease them, or flirt. He likes to flirt around, but has yet to show any actual interest in a male or female, until now. After meeting Talula, it began to change him, but clearly, for the better. Though, a lot of the old him is still there. For example, sometimes, his favorite sport is seeing how far he can push someone's buttons without getting his head chopped off. He respects authority, but it's not uncommon that for him to push that, too, just because he can. He really doesn't give a care what people think about him. At times he uses anger to propel his actions as a strength, rather than admit it's a weakness when it flares. Jiromy, the daredevil, won't let down a dare because of his pride. But it has to be 'cool' enough. But odds are he'll do it, just because he can. He is obsessed with the War, and was actually a bit disappointed it 'finished' before he could graduate and kick some major arse himself. He can't wait for the chance to cut and slash and have Anemone melt someone's face off. The two argue a lot, but mostly for fun. Their rebellious natures gives them both an edge that may need a leash now and again. However, Jiromy has seriously tamed down since bonding to Anemone, meeting Talula, and having his friend Riviere join the Academy as well. He doesn't make half the trouble he used to, as the incident of all but leading himself and Riviere into the hands of the treacherous Trio drastically cut him down a few sizes in heart. For a while, though, he wanted nothing but revenge, and it nearly lead to his death a handful of times, and a ruined relationship with his now girlfriend, Talula of Ice Elysium. He realized he needed to make another change, and push himself to be a better person if he didn't want to loose everything he had somehow accomplished, and those that still cared for him. Rank- Scale in the Soleil Wing History- Jiromy had always wanted to join the Academy. Until he could, he raised hell at home to 'develop' his personality, and was constantly practicing with knives, even when he was a little kid. He gave his mother premature gray hair and made his siblings so terrified of him that they spent the majority of their childhood avoiding him. Stik developed a sport—'target-oops-practice'. This consisted of throwing a knife, say, above a person's head and nailing a point just a pinch beyond their tallest hair. Or the bit of hair itself. The point was to practice and to startle his siblings. He got great enjoyment out of making them so paranoid they had to travel in twos or threes for 'safety'. His mother failed keeping him in line and just left him to his own games and devices, hoping he'd just grow out of it, and blaming his father, who disappeared for months at a time, leaving his stay-at-home wife with just enough coins to barely keep the large family alive. The only—seriously, the only—thing Stik did of a caring nature for his siblings and mother was go out and do odd jobs to bring in more. The moment he was ready to sign up at the Academy, he went without looking back. And he hasn't thought of his pathetic family since. He stuck to his own when he came to the Academy. All he wanted was to bond to a dragon and kick some major Taint butt, not make friends. Just concentrate on further honing his knife skills and graduate. He had no further reasoning for his Taint-blood lust other than it would be...fun. When he realized that, to work with his fellow candidates now and in the future as full-fledged riders, he'd have to get to know them. So, he started to...try. His version of love is teasing, taunting, and throwing knives. And randomly doing a jig while moving his stick figure self around at rapid speeds to an unknown, chaotic beat. The day he bonded to Anemone was probably the first day he felt that flush of warmth know as love. She was perfect for him. She had totally kicked ass on her hatching day. Her rebellious nature tied in with his and all he wanted to ever do was to spoil her and become a team worth reckoning. The fact she was as stick-like as him was a major plus (though she looked far more attractive with it). To this day he gives no thought to his family, or his past. He lives for the now, for Anemone, for the fun of bugging and flirting and finding things to get him an adrenaline rush. His life took a major turn after he got his friend Riviere and himself in trouble, and barely managed to escape from it alive. He finds himself scrambling to change from being a vengeful, daring idiot to one who is far more responsible and actually cares more about not only his dragon and himself, but Talula. For now, the best he can do is grow stronger, and if he just chances upon the Trio again, give them one hell of a fight, but he no longer goes in search of them. Pet(s)- [align=center]The Dragon ![]() [Anemone by Balu][By Chirp] [/align] Name- Anemone Age- 4 years Gender- Female Element- Forest Appearance- In addition to the traditional four legs and wings, Anemone has numerous semi-prehensile, leafy appendages which cause her to bear a striking resemblance to a giant mass of living seaweed. The longest of these projections are located between her wings and along the back of her neck. Those on the underside of her body with the exception of the underside of her neck and tail don't tend to grow leaves, but are long spines tipped with a light blue color. The tips of these spines along with some of the seaweed-like appendages will carry a poison that, while not deadly, can numb the area in which the unfortunate victim was injected with the venom. With a build similar to an enormous leafy seadragon, Anemone has a long, thin body with slender legs ending in hooves rather than talons, paws, or hands. Her front legs are a good bit shorter than her rear ones, giving her back a distinct downward, then upward curve as her chest and shoulders are lower than her hindquarters. Topping out at an adult length of about fifty feet, Anemone won't be the absolute longest a forest dragon can be, but she'll be fairly close to it. Rather than the traditional-looking horns and frills of most Forest dragons, Anemone posesses two long, thin spines which jut back from her skull and from which branch several leaf- and plant-like formations. The only true frill she possesses runs from about the center of her back, over her hips and ends near the base of her tail. Her muzzle is long and thin, with several of her front teeth, including the Forest breed's traditional, venemous fangs, showing from beneath her upper lip. Her eyes are large and rounded in shape, pale yellow in color, and have odd, cross-shaped pupils. In color, Anemone is, for the most part, a pale, acid-green with numerous, darker green leopard-like spots strewn about the upper half of her body. Her hooves, the tip of her tail, the end of her muzzle, and the tips of her various spines are exceptions, however. Instead of being bright green, these areas are a bright blue similar to the color of her crystal. Aforementioned crystal is located over her heart and is vaguely oval-shaped. Personality- Update: Jan. 7 2013~ Anemone has changed since recent events. After a strong poison had left her within the shadow of Death's doorway, her approach to life is far different than before. She's starting to notice things she hadn't bothered to before; she's less argumentative; and she is now more subdued to abide by the rules. Anemone, for the first time in a long time, is strict with her rider and no longer lets him get away with what she can see now is utter stupidity. Well, never mind, they still argue. A lot. What stems the majority of the arguments between Anemone and Stik is her vapid approach on life. Where as Stik is go go go!, Anemone is no no no. Nothing seems to inspire her at all. She doesn't notice the crisp color of flowers in bloom; she doesn't take note of flavors from food. She can sit and look so utterly bored with the world that Stik just wants to pull his hair out. She goes into lulls of spiritless nature that she may as well have just been a rock stuck in the mud. But then she'll flip so rapidly to GO GO GO quirkiness that it can leave people quite speechless. She'll break into a conversation and utterly flip the verbal tables to her satisfaction. If she wants attention, she'll get it. She'll prance around with her cute hooves and sticky legs and do what it takes to get what she wants. It's...almost a double personality. Stik has yet to find the on/off switch. But the thing that unites rider and dragon so well together is but one single word: rebellion. Stretching the limits, perhaps breaking them, all for the sake of 'we can', 'it's fun', and 'we just want to'. Anemone loves to come up with preposterous ideas, either for show or to see if Stik would actually go along with it if the idea was carried out. While she doesn't understand what 'adrenaline' is, she often obliques Stik with ideas to get that rush he seems to enjoy so much. She is rather fond of him. But she can also be fond of other people and dragons. No matter her outward mood, she likes to observe. Every so often, she likes to test for reactions. One way she accomplishes this is by staring at them. Unblinkingly. It's amazing how long she can go without blinking, oh yes. There's just something about those big, white eyes and small pupils that can make her look utterly crazy. Which just makes it all that more fun to stare at someone and see how they take it. Anemone doesn't have much of a 'thing' for fighting, but won't hesitate to finish something that someone else started. She won't back down until the conclusion. She can be a bit ridiculous when it comes to protecting Stik--not from his hobbies, but if anyone tries to do him bodily harm. Her cheeks will puff, her leafy appendages flare, and get right up in their face. Getting in a scramble with her bonded means getting in a scramble with her. But she isn't all tough-stuff or colorless. She can have a sweet, gentle side, a relaxed and steady take; she can also be adorable and playful when she thinks she is alone or not being watched. Hatching-
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