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| Agravaine Cniht : Male : Bone | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 7 2013, 07:25 PM (359 Views) | |
| Foxikoosh | Feb 7 2013, 07:25 PM Post #1 |
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Character Number- 8th Name- Agravaine Cniht (But goes by Gravaine or Grav) Age- 25 Gender- Male Sexuality- Hetero Appearance- Gravaine is average height, with short brown hair and brown eyes. Though he fancies himself a knight, he’s not stocky, and has a lot of lean muscle, making him more whippy and sinewy than bulky. One ear used to be pierced, but he no longer wears an earring in it for fear of getting it torn out during a fight. Besides the usual amount of scarring you’d expect on a warrior, there are scars across his back from a lashing that nearly killed him. Most scars he doesn’t care about—these, though, he keeps hidden when at all possible, because they embarrass him. He dresses impeccably but simply, usually in a red shirt and tawny-colored trousers and dark brown boots. He has light armor, as well, not the plate kind because it’s heavy and impractical, but a light chainmail tunic and shin guards and a helmet. He also wears a plain sword belt and a simple sword, whether he’s in his armor or not. There is very little that can convince him to go without his sword, and in such cases, he likes to have a knife hidden somewhere about his person. The little daggers he carries for just such a purpose are as simple and functional as everything else he owns. Once, he had a bright, easy smile that he used to every advantage flirting with young ladies at taverns and bars, but it's been a long time since the world saw that smile. His smile now is more like a snarl, and is easily identified as fake. In addition, he constantly appears to be tense, ready to fight something or someone, constantly vigilant and poised. He keeps himself both physically and emotionally contained, and it's clear in every line of his person. Even his movements are tense. Personality- Gravaine likes to pretend very hard that he actually has no personality. He buries any sort of emotion so much that it’s very difficult indeed to tell whether he feels anything at all. In place of emotion, he has honor, and he holds to this tenaciously, because it’s all he has. Every decision he makes is based on his own honor code, which is something roughly approximating to the chivalric code, with a few modifications. His word is the most valuable thing he can give, and he doesn’t give it lightly. As a result, he values the words of others very highly, and reacts unfavorably when someone breaks their word to him or to another. It's important to note that when he deals with oath-breakers, it isn't from a place of anger, and he's detached from any action he takes-- whether it's a sound tongue-lashing or a duel to the death. Though he is himself emotionless, he knows that others may occasionally appreciate that he show emotion, so he'll make an attempt at acting. He can play-act happiness, sadness, and anger, but the effort is half-hearted at best and completely absent at worst. Even when he is very motivated to play-act, the effect is slightly off, his body language incongruous with whatever emotion he's trying to protray. It's as if he can remember what it was like to be happy, sad, or angry, but it’s been so long since he let himself feel that he can’t quite get it right. He’s kind, in that he believes it is dishonorable to cause another undue pain without cause, just as it’s honorable to help someone who is in need. But his kindness is separate for any preference for a person. He is bound and determined to form no more attachments in this life, and so far it seems to be working for him. Presumably, he has a personality somewhere under the robot act, and before he fell back on honor to deal with all of his problems, he was an easy-going, happy young man. He’s always been a stickler for playing by the rules and doing what’s right, but there was a time when that didn’t rule his world and he still knew how to have fun. In theory, that personality is still with him, albeit buried so deeply he isn’t sure how to get back to it on his own. Rank- Bone History- Gravaine was always going to be a knight. It was in his upbringing. He started learning to be a warrior almost as soon as he could walk and be trusted not to kill himself with the pointy end of a wooden sword. Besides the art of war, he learned how to be a gentleman and a noble, and how to ride horses and even dance. There were lessons in chivalry and the rules of war and how to fight with honor, although he practiced more often in tournaments than in actual battles. As he grew up, he also worked his way up the ranks to become one of a handful of other fighters who were trusted with the hardest tasks and fights, and sent on the most dangerous missions. They were a very close-knit group, but when the war the dragons were fighting became more intense, the attacks on his country’s borders also grew worse, since they had arable land and a coastline. After the war was over, their lands continued to be under threat, because people displaced by the fighting kept trying to move in and take over, and his own country had lost a great many of their fighting forces in the proceeding years. Gravaine and his friends kept being sent out to fight the invading forces and eventually, the inevitable happened. After being lured into a mountain pass, they were ambushed by a larger force than they thought they would have to fight. Gravaine’s brother was killed, as were all his friends, and, thinking him dead, their attackers left him behind. He awoke hours after the battle, having suffered a superficial stab wound in his arm and a concussion. His brother, his friends, and his king were all dead, but he still owed the kingdom his loyalty-- what little it was worth, since he was useless alone. He set off back home to see if there was anything he could do. He never made it. He ran into a detachment of the mercenaries that had attacked his group in the pass. He'd discarded his armor after the battle, and covered as he was in blood and mud, he didn't at all look like one of the knights who'd been fighting, so much as an unlucky underling who'd been caught in something he hadn't been expecting. The mercenaries grabbed him and essentially pressed him into service. They didn't let him fight in his own kingdom, but sent him with another detachment that'd been offered a higher price elsewhere. He didn't take well to being a mercenary, bucking orders where possible and generally making himself a hassle to deal with. They finally got sick of dealing with him and decided to break him to their way of working. He was chained alone when he wasn't fighting, and every misbehavior was dealt with severely. When he tried to make a break for it after a battle, they caught him and had him whipped to within an inch of his life, which only made surviving everything else that much worse, because he was still expected to fight, train, and follow orders, as long as they wouldn't kill him. Deciding it was his duty to survive, he put aside the rebellion and let himself be molded into a perfect mercenary. He forced himself to stop caring about the people he fought, though when he could, he made sure that those he killed at least died honorable deaths, and he refused to fight unarmed men. He eventually reached a sort of tenuous agreement with his employers. They didn't force him to fight dishonorably, and when he did fight, he fought to his utmost abilities. Eventually, his employers grew to trust him, and one battle, he decided it was no longer his duty to fight. His duty now was to escape, and make his way home. Since he was no longer guarded at night, he waited until most of the force was asleep and simply walked out of camp, taking only the lightest of his armor, a sword, and a dagger with him. He left everything else. And, of course, he never made it home. Pet(s)- none The Dragon Name: Nimue (Grav calls her Lady) Age: 4 Gender: Female Element: Water Appearance: Nimue is built even more for water than your usual Water, lacking any back legs whatsoever. Instead, she seems to be primarily tail, although not necessarily in a long and willowy way. Her tail is thick, strong enough for her to curl so she can sit up on it. The tip is blunted rather than tapering to a fine point, and lacks any sort of ornamentation. Her fore-quarters are somewhat stocky and long for an average water dragon, but given that they are her primary mode of forward motion, they'd have to be. Her toes are webbed, and there is webbing running from her elbows to her side. To the fore and hind of her shoulder are her wing joints-- yes, she has four wing joints, although only two wings. The fore-joint ends in a short thumb and a longer index finger, neither of which are webbed, but the longest finger from that joint is attached to her wing membrane, which is then attached to the longest and only finger of her second wing joint. The second half of the membrane extends well down her body to past where you'd think her hips would be, which is possibly a mercy given that she frequently uses them for locomotion. She has tried various ways of using her wings as substitute hind limbs, but so far it hasn't worked terrifically well. On her left side, her crystal is set into her shoulder, toward the second wing-joint. It stands out there against her otherwise dark grey-green hide-- she looks somewhat deep-ocean or swamp colored, although these colors occur in an obvious pattern and not random splotches. Her arms are mostly dark grey-green, and grey green marks run down her lighter grey sides. Her belly scales are also dark, but she can light the scales using bioluminescence. Her eyes likewise glow, set in an almost snake-like face with plate scaling like an ancient fish. She has bony sort of rattling assemblages of scales on her head and jawbone that almost look like feathers turned to stone-- shorter versions extend in a line down most of her long neck. She also has GIANT FANGS that she will happily bite you with, and plenty of shark teeth in her mouth to also BITE YOU WITH. ![]() Personality: Nimue would like to think that she's the world's cleverest master manipulator, nudging her rider in the direction she'd like to go and convincing him to go there. She's not terribly sneaky about it, because she seems to have half-mistaken Grav's quiet for stupidity. It isn't exactly that she likes him, not the way the Sekkaian dragons like their riders, but he's certainly better than nothing, and she's sure he'll have his uses. She treats their relationship more as a sort of business arrangement than anything, and she loves messing with Grav just to see if she can get a reaction from him, but... for all that, she does not exactly relish the idea of being riderless. It only makes sense-- two against the world are far better than one alone. She is, in fact, perplexed by her rider. He resists all of her attempts to wheedle her way into his good graces, fails to react to behavior on her part that should embarrass him more than it bothers her, and is to all appearances in actual fact a robot. She doesn't understand why he never gets angry or sad or happy or ANYTHING, and is generally completely shocked when she catches even the slightest hint of feeling through their bond. But she wants the best for him, mostly, and thinks she can probably train him into being a good soldier (little does she know) and being able to take care of himself (again, little does she know). She does her best to do so, and Agravaine lets her believe she's accomplishing something because it makes her easier to deal with. She refuses to give him her name or a weapon, mostly because she's contrary, but also because those are important things, and when he's earned them, she'll let him have them (he doesn't really care either way). For all that there's no reason they should particularly get along, they seem to have it worked out so neither of them particularly wants to kill the other, although that may be more because Grav gave up bothering about anything a long time ago. Nimue doesn't seem to care, as long as she gets her way, mostly, or thinks she does. User Information Username- Foxikoosh Contact- Message me if’n you need it, so I can avoid dem spambots. Yourself- I LIKE SCIENCE. Also I stole Gravaine’s name, but the character is in no way actually meant to resemble the character I stole it from. I don’t know anything about Arthurian-legend Gravaine. How did you find Sekkai? Kess' fault. BLAME HER. |
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| CloakAndDagger | Feb 7 2013, 08:01 PM Post #2 |
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| Foxikoosh | Feb 24 2015, 11:59 PM Post #3 |
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The Dragon Name: Nimue (Grav calls her Lady) Age: ...1.5? 2? Gender: Female Element: Water Appearance: Nimue is built even more for water than your usual Water, lacking any back legs whatsoever. Instead, she seems to be primarily tail, although not necessarily in a long and willowy way. Her tail is thick, strong enough for her to curl so she can sit up on it. The tip is blunted rather than tapering to a fine point, and lacks any sort of ornamentation. Her fore-quarters are somewhat stocky and long for an average water dragon, but given that they are her primary mode of forward motion, they'd have to be. Her toes are webbed, and there is webbing running from her elbows to her side. To the fore and hind of her shoulder are her wing joints-- yes, she has four wing joints, although only two wings. The fore-joint ends in a short thumb and a longer index finger, neither of which are webbed, but the longest finger from that joint is attached to her wing membrane, which is then attached to the longest and only finger of her second wing joint. The second half of the membrane extends well down her body to past where you'd think her hips would be, which is possibly a mercy given that she frequently uses them for locomotion. She has tried various ways of using her wings as substitute hind limbs, but so far it hasn't worked terrifically well. On her left side, her crystal is set into her shoulder, toward the second wing-joint. It stands out there against her otherwise dark grey-green hide-- she looks somewhat deep-ocean or swamp colored, although these colors occur in an obvious pattern and not random splotches. Her arms are mostly dark grey-green, and grey green marks run down her lighter grey sides. Her belly scales are also dark, but she can light the scales using bioluminescence. Her eyes likewise glow, set in an almost snake-like face with plate scaling like an ancient fish. She has bony sort of rattling assemblages of scales on her head and jawbone that almost look like feathers turned to stone-- shorter versions extend in a line down most of her long neck. She also has GIANT FANGS that she will happily bite you with, and plenty of shark teeth in her mouth to also BITE YOU WITH. ![]() Personality: Nimue would like to think that she's the world's cleverest master manipulator, nudging her rider in the direction she'd like to go and convincing him to go there. She's not terribly sneaky about it, because she seems to have half-mistaken Grav's quiet for stupidity. It isn't exactly that she likes him, not the way the Sekkaian dragons like their riders, but he's certainly better than nothing, and she's sure he'll have his uses. She treats their relationship more as a sort of business arrangement than anything, and she loves messing with Grav just to see if she can get a reaction from him, but... for all that, she does not exactly relish the idea of being riderless. It only makes sense-- two against the world are far better than one alone. She is, in fact, perplexed by her rider. He resists all of her attempts to wheedle her way into his good graces, fails to react to behavior on her part that should embarrass him more than it bothers her, and is to all appearances in actual fact a robot. She doesn't understand why he never gets angry or sad or happy or ANYTHING, and is generally completely shocked when she catches even the slightest hint of feeling through their bond. But she wants the best for him, mostly, and thinks she can probably train him into being a good soldier (little does she know) and being able to take care of himself (again, little does she know). She does her best to do so, and Agravaine lets her believe she's accomplishing something because it makes her easier to deal with. She refuses to give him her name or a weapon, mostly because she's contrary, but also because those are important things, and when he's earned them, she'll let him have them (he doesn't really care either way). For all that there's no reason they should particularly get along, they seem to have it worked out so neither of them particularly wants to kill the other, although that may be more because Grav gave up bothering about anything a long time ago. Nimue doesn't seem to care, as long as she gets her way, mostly, or thinks she does. |
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