Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Welcome to Sekkai Fractures. We hope you enjoy your visit.


You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.


Join our community!


If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
Banshee|Female|Tainted Sonic
Topic Started: Mar 25 2013, 03:38 PM (214 Views)
Kreznik
Unregistered

[size0][align=center]
She's a κιɛя!
She's a тняιɛя!
Sρσσκsнσω baby![/align]


Character Number:
1st

Name:
Banshee

Age:
24

Gender:
Female

Element:
Sonic [Tainted]

Art
By Balu
COLOR By Semp
By Kia!
By Kia!

Voice
Sounds like

[align=center]Appearance: [/align]

[align=center]Banshee, simply put, fits her name very, very well. Born a tainted sonic, she strays from the massive bulk of most of her brethren. Instead she maintains an eerily thin form, appearing near emaciated with horrifying sunken in features. Height and length wise, she is fairly petite for a sonic, standing at 10 feet at the shoulder and at 50 feet in length. Her large ribs protrude from her sides, stretching her skin, and her neck appears longer than the norm for her breed due to its lack of girth. Giving her an eerily emaciated look. Her head is pointed, nasal cavity very pronounced with deep eye sockets and the skin around her teeth pressed so tight the teeth simply push outward in a fierce devils gaunt grin. Her eyes are blank orbs that glow eery green, horns and spires along her body a duller green that seem to glow, hinting at the possibility of a possible Toxic heritage. Along her deep maroon-purple body, twisted criss-crossed slashes add more of a flare to her hide. The marks travel from her snout down her back and tail and gouge across her wing scales.

From birth, Banshee was given an assortments of strange mutations, starting off with her startling lack of front legs. To fix this handicap, her wings morphed into a three clawed hand with two large wing fingers sprouting from her wrist and supporting her scale covered wings. The scales that cover these wings are another peculiarity, as they are minuscule and move with the wind. The sharp edges of these scales have an effect like shark skin, painful if brushed just the wrong way, but also gives a metallic screel when they rub against themselves as she flies and dives to terrorize victims. As well when they brush against each other, they also release a friction born smoke that follows her, giving her even more of a ghoulish appearance. Though despite all of this, there is something eerily alluring about her.

On her head, the eerie creature maintains two sets of horns; two sprout from her brow ridges, pushing forward before thrusting back and curving forward. The largest hole in these horns are large and sharp edged, smaller holes wrapping around the horns. The second set starts above her ears and come around her head, pointing forward, the largest sound hole equally as sharp edged. Along her spine are a single set of twisting spires, 2 smaller sets of varying sizes sprout. The smaller set continues down her tail, ending in a wicked looking tangle of green, twisted horns and spires. This mess on her tail can not only produce a truly fearsome noise of horror, but can also gore another dragon with ease and smatter a human to simple gore chunks.

The claws on her wing hands are black, gnarled messes, splintered from age and unkempt. Although the hangnails are murderous, the pain she can inflict makes it worth her while. Her back claws are quite the same and cause a kick to be nearly as devastating as a a swipe from her tail. Her teeth, exposed from birth, have darkened to ash Grey, although the inside of her maw is neon green, with spots of darker green from age as well. At the base of her tallest back spire lies her crystal, it is engulfed in black like most Tainted crystals are. The only color that seems to seep out onto the surface are faint emerald accents. It's in the shape of a spiral shell, a shell with spines protruding from each side as it coils into itself.
[size0] EXAMPLE ( Thanks Kialish )



[size0]( Credit to Kialish for the helping me)

Personality-
Dangerous, Domineering, Snobbish, Rash, Shrewd, mildly Gentle

Quite the crafty and cunning creature. Banshee is an individual who you do not want to underestimate. Not that you would think of doing so based upon her ghoulish features. Though initially she may seem a bit cowardly at first in the heat of battle or any encounter, but she is highly intelligent. When putting herself into this position she is calculating---studying---taking in your every move and logging it into her brain. She will take her time, trying to pinpoint what your weakness is and then wait for the perfect moment to strike. An ambush predator at the core. Though her ear shattering-blood curdling-metallic sounding screels may give her away it's usually the last thing you ever hear. That is if you're not fast enough to duck and cover.

Normally Banshee is never seen, only heard before your imminent demise. This screel of hers is very unique and bound only to her and her alone. It is drawn out, ear shattering and blood curdling. Not only is it a sound produced between her scales when the wind hits just right, but it is her own scream as well. Sounding something cross between a drawn out falcons scream and two pieces of sharp metal scratching against each other

The lucky few that have caught a glimpse of her are left with only her monstrous features etched into their minds and run screaming into the night, the only reason those few are left alive was most likely because she was already busy eating a friend of theirs. That and she loves the thrill and sounds of frightened humans, she takes great pride in scaring them to death. It's a little game she likes to play to pass the time, though it is also a tool used to sharpen her ambushing skills even further. Though their cries did more than just amuse her, they were her lullaby. Oh yes, how their screams did calm her. Those who survived would warn you. If you do tread from your homes past dark be very wary of "The Banshee".

Aside from those fun and games of course, she seems to be a very domineering creature for those that do have the great pleasure and honor of becoming an "acquaintance" of hers. Which she likes to call it, instead of simply putting it as "Pet", feeling that it sounds much more endearing. Though the traits of hers that seem to stick out the most are her snobbish and shrewd behavior, she is definitely one to come off and make a rash decision at the drop of a hat.

However despite her shrewd and rash behavior she can be gentle when she wants to be. Though she despises most humans and uses them as mere playthings, mostly dinner. There might have been few occasions to where she has spared a child's life and taken them under her wing. Though she cannot recall. It is unknown if it was to merely strike fear into their hearts, as her usual usual game, or if it is some motherly instinct that has pushed it's way through.

All in all though, it seems that despite the deeper outlook she is a very silent creature. Not only in stalking movement, but on speaking terms as well. She has her own form of speech, which may easily be understood by her own dragonkin. It seems to be made up of mostly hissing,shrill screels and growls. If Banshee were to want someone to understand her she sounds very serpentine like, her tongue adding much emphasis upon the S's and speaking in a sort of whisper. Her laugh is also very distinct, sounding of a low, but sensual cackle.

After the passing of her only consort, Denkou and the departure of her offspring Knell. Banshee has seemed to take upon a much more sluggish route. Now seemingly land-bound at times, sluggishly running into larger objects before realizing that they are even there. Perhaps she is becoming blind or ailing. More likely than that she may just be on autopilot due to an even more fragile mental state. Regardless it causes her to be less aggressive.
[/align]


Partner:
----

Rank:
Blood

[align=center]History:

Banshee descended from a Sonic and Toxic pairing and like most she was born and upon her birth bonded with a rider, though this was a very short lived experience. Though she was quite fond of her bonded, the relationship was short lived. It was a hectic and disastrous relationship to say in the least and she was not too fond of the man, a rare case even for her kin. What she hated the most above all though was having to lug around this filthy brute of a human male. Their relationship was a bit of a rocky one. He normally had the upper hand, at least in the beginning while she was small. He was rough with her, considering it tough love. She slowly grew tired of it, growing bitter and when she was bigger... "oh~ she could have crush him if she wanted to, oh yes~she could. What she would do to hear his dying screams. To hear another sweet sweet song." All she would be able to do while she was small is probably gore him a bit and break a leg or two, but no she didn't dispose of him, at least not for a while.

Banshee waited and waited, she held out until she was big enough. Large and strong enough to smatter him, but only enough that would leave his heart beating and his breath still warm. Maybe she would have a change of heart then? Maybe she wouldn't. "Only alive long enough to hear his screams and then she would slowly consume his remains. Consume his remains she did until his final dying scream and then she fell into a sweet slumber." A slumber which lasted a good few months, it was quite blissful. Something not normally obtainable during 'normal' sleep. Though in reality, she had already fallen asleep at his first scream, slowly consuming him as she slept and then falling into an even deeper slumber when the deed was done. When she awoke only an uneasiness took over. Yes it was true that their relationship was a bit of a rocky one and she realized the emptiness that she felt with him gone. It was too late however and the damage had been done, her sanity slowly spiraled downward. His screams that filled her head during her slumber had gone and she was restless. From then on she took to the skies once more, without her rider. Slaughtering those filthy humans they lay in her path. Her 'heart' longing for the peaceful bliss that would over take her once more and send her into another peaceful . The screams of her prey aiding to her peaceful slumber every night, but she became addicted to the sound. Becoming insatiable, each night needing more and more screams.


Taking this little matter to heart, if you want to delve into it. Basically, the screams of her victims lull her to sleep. As soon as she gets a hold of someone and they start to scream it slowly shuts down a portion of her brain, shoving her quickly onto auto pilot. Still she is awake enough to slowly dismember her victims. On rare occasions will keep a few alive long enough to give her about a weeks worth of peaceful bliss before waking. It is unknown what brought this behavior into being. All that is known however was that her dam had been a sonic, who was untainted for a time; her sire, a Toxic. Her dams name is left to be unknown, but her sire is apparently known to be Septys. However that may seem to be just a rumor.

When Banshee feels panic, she goes into something of a mental breakdown. These breakdowns cause her to fly into a blind rage, to which she then goes upon a killing spree. With the lack of really any normal affection, she has an odd and twisted desire to nurture and comfort. Something she had never really relieved. However the only subjects of this nurturing are the lucky few humans, always female and always young children. Who she will call her "acquaintances". Banshee is a very odd dragon and she mates for life, unlike few others.

She had a mate for a time; Denkou, her only true companion and to Banshee he was her life-mate. They bore a daughter together, who went by the name of Knell. However her companionship was nearly short lived. One day he had just disappeared, seemingly to wander somewhere to die. Her offspring had wandered off somewhere, never to be heard again. Ever since then Banshee just hasn't been herself.
[/align]



User Information

Username:
Kreznik (Banshee)

Contact:
Ask

Yourself:
Cry like a вαиsнee
And ∂ie like you want me.

How did you find Sekkai?
I live here.
Quote Post Goto Top
 
CloakAndDagger
Member Avatar
THE DUNGEON MASTER
Admin
[align=center]Accepted[/align]
Online Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
« Previous Topic · Graveyard · Next Topic »
Add Reply