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| Jackins | Mar 11 2014, 09:38 PM Post #1 |
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Curse the fiends, their children too...
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Character Number- 2nd Name- Voralius "Maul" Megalos Age- 40 Gender- Female Sex- Yes, please. Appearance- Her family surname isn't "Megalos" without reason. Vora, or Maul, as she is known more commonly, is less a woman, and more of a beast. It is not uncommon for the phrase "oil wrestling bear" to come up in passing conversation. Standing over six and a half feet tall, Maul wide and heavy set, with broad shoulders and an average chest. She has only the faintest hint of a feminine figure with bronzed skin and dark hair that's kept in dreads that extend to just below her shoulders. She keeps them pulled back with a thick, hammered silver cuff. Her eyes are hazel and have a tendency to scowl Her nose has been broken, probably more than once, and she has a long, gruesome scar across her stomach that she makes no effort to hide. Clothing seems to be a difficult issue with Maul in that she is required to wear it. Her everyday attire consists of a short, wool lined leather jacket that doesn't cover her waist, but rather provides cushion for the limited armor she wears. Around her neck is a thick leather collar with hammered silver plates pounded into it, from which her crystal hangs; a rainbow bismuth egg. Her arms sport pauldrons and a rerebrace made from leather and Ceph's scales, giving them a nice oily rainbow hue. She has a pair of nearly over-sized gauntlets which are more than just for show with the scales reinforcing the knuckles; though when there's no need to wear them, she has a simpler set bracers and the gauntlets are regulated to her hips, just in case. Thick leather riding pants and stiff, frauds, again made from cast off scales with steel toed boots round out her day to day wear. Unless making a concerned effort to relax or a formal occasion requires otherwise, she rarely dons other clothing. She has a rather large horseman's pick, or maul, with her at all times. Swords are for sissies. Personality- Provincial, Guarded, Imposing Maul is not a sight for the faint of heart and has a largely singular tracked mind. If she's working she comes off as brusque and imposing. She lacks much in the way of refined manners and can be crass and unruly when relaxed and at ease-which is fairly rare in the company of new strangers- but is for the most part quite harmless; unless you've done something to draw her ire. It does not take much to cross a line in this regard. When around people or dragons that she knows well, Maul is much easier to converse with and the wall of cleverly crafted stoicism she wears on the short term is rarely present except when necessary to show restraint. She likes to have a good and under the right circumstances will let loose-which tends to have awkward circumstances the morning after. In the years following with war and as part of being paired with Ceph, she's taken to reading more in the waning years of her life and can occasionally be found with her face stuck in a book, either highly engrossed, or sleeping. A gentle nudge should make the snoring stop if needed. Rank- Wing-Horn, Part-time Groundskeeper History- Childhood Voralius was born into a large, prosperous family; with emphasis on the large, for it was rare for anyone to be under six feet tall or otherwise shaped like a barn. From her earliest years she grew up on stories of members of her family serving in Sekkai's various military factions. They seemed to have some affinity with the draux, as most of her ancestors had at least one member with a mount at one point or another. In homage to their ancestry, The Megalos clan settled into the Zavan Plains to breed only the finest of horses for use all throughout Sekkai. Though they had all manner of breeds, draft horses, and their lesser used war horse siblings were the particular favorites for their impressive size and strength. Adolescence Vora was the middle child out of three. Her older brother, Selin was four years her senior, and her younger brother Mio, two years her junior; and oh the fighting that that ensued. It was, for the most part all in good fun, and for all of the teasing and scuffling, the three siblings had as good a relationship as anyone could expect. Of the three, it was most common to see Selin and Vora together, with Mio off to the side, pursuing the more academic side of tending to the ranch. Though he could certainly pull his own weight it was a commonly accepted fact that neither Vora, nor Selin would have much interest in staying at home, and with such a wide age gap, Mio's opportunities for leaving were limited at best. With the war in Sekkai nearing it's zenith, and help hard to come by in the coming days, Selin was not able to depart for war as soon as he'd hoped, due to family needing help on the ranch. Finally, by the age of twenty, he struck out, hoping to continue family tradition among the other draux riders. Vora remained behind for two years and would have stayed longer had her family had their way, only finally being able to depart at the age of eighteen by hitching a ride with a militia band moving towards Lihn. With determination and grit, she too sought to join the ranks of the draux riders. It was not to be, however. With the sudden onslaught of virulent disease, the ranks of the draux were nearly wiped out completely, and both Vora and her older brother found themselves on the front line, as foot soldiers; a bitter loss, but not an unwelcome position-save for her brother, who lost his companion so early on to the sickness. Much to Vora's distaste, it would not be long before they were parted, as Selin fell in battle some five years after her arrival. Though the loss was in some parts a relief, her brother having become somewhat of a shadow of his former self, Her closest family member and fiercest competitor gone, Vora adopted a steely countenance. In her search for satisfaction for the loss, Vora dropped all notions of human decency on the field. The new-found brutality earned her the name "Maul". It also nearly cost her her life, with a sword to the gut that should have done her in had it not been for a nearby rosemary and their rider. Candidacy and Bonding Recovery came slowly, and was not without bitterness. Bedridden and full of anger at the audacity of being pulled from the battlefield and given a new lease on life left healers with a most unruly patient. Maul was never a fan of being sedentary and the rehabilitation, from both the injury and the unaddressed trauma of losing someone close left the temporarily out of commission soldier as loathsome and irritable as a wet cat. Uncooperative, and unruly, it was often considered best to wait for her to wear herself out on a tirade or sneak extra sedatives to at least get a word in edgewise. It wasn't until someone not of the cloth took an interest in Maul's case that her recovery took a turn for the better. Having grown tired of the fits, and the aftermath there of, Pickens, Pi, as they were more often referred to made the decision to let Maul out of the grounds, a mandatory, ambling walk along the pastureland for as far as necessary until exhaustion and pain from the injury brought her to a screeching halt. All it took was a single question: "What are you so angry about?" The moment of introspection left Maul perplexed and unsure how to respond and, away from prying eyes, finally allowed the failing titan to grieve. Weeks became months and the healers were finally able to tend to their patient, though the walks with Pi and the partaking of the grounds-keeping did much to aid the recovery, though not without its sore spots. Pi was old, and that age was catching up to them rather quickly. By the coming of the winter months they had passed away, leaving Maul without anyone in the near vicinity aside from a few acquaintances picked up along the road to recovery. Having a year left in her qualifications for dragon candidacy, Maul applied, if only to have something to occupy her time before heading back to the field. Learning about the beasts responsible for her still being alive seemed a worthwhile pursuit. The Touching ceremony was rather souring however. Only a single mother bid her to approach her nest, the rosemary that had found her on the battlefield. With the lessons completed she had little reason to stay and had little reason to remain for the hatching other than completing the exercise. She had not expected to find herself upon the sands when all was said and done. And yet, there she would be, when all was said and done. It seemed almost as if it were a terrible joke, receiving the crystal from Kazuko after changing her mind-it seemed, at that moment, almost humorous to be a nearly seven foot tall giant of a person waiting for a mythical hand out among children, and the wait in the sands was long, and almost mockingly so, for Bucephalus took his sweet time in hatching before finally ambling up to her near the end of the procession and nearly cracking her skull open with the most absurd greetings. Bucephalus was exactly what Maul needed; a pillar to lean on. Rarely judgmental and ever-present, the cycle of those that she had a meaningful connection with leaving abruptly came to a stop with the sturdy earth dragon at her side. With his imposing size and rather unique traits, the earthen pair was a great boon to areas that required an immediately defensible position. Much of their time was spent shoring up key positions, right on through to the end of the war. Shortly after however, the two opted to remain primarily upon the academy grounds to lay back and relax a bit. Maul spends most of her time finding maintenance around the place to deal with, from fixing fence posts to putting up new buildings, tilling fields-whatever sort of busywork needs doing. When the mood strikes, she'll take time off and simply lounge with Bucephalus. The pair can often be found huddled around a few large trees either simply napping, or with Maul reading a book to the big earth. Pet(s)- Can't have one; will work towards it in the future. The Dragon Name- -Bucephalus Age- - 15 Gender- -Male Element- -Earth Appearance- Length: 162ft Height at the Withers: 40ft Bucephalus is, to put simply, a mountain fortress. His body is massive and stocky, with a build reminiscent of a bull and a warhorse. His neck is thick and corded, and covered in heavy plates that connect to a huge barrel chest. His chaos parentage gives him six pillar-like legs to support his immense weight and size, each one ending in big, chunky feet with massive toes and blunt claws for gripping the earth. Instead of horns on the back of his head, Ceph's face is topped with a massive ridged horn that juts forward curves back at the tip, like a massive wedge. His bottom jaw has a similar curvature, giving his face a similar appearance to a plough. Adding to this are the thick, curved scales extend from his jaw and extend outward like a menacing beard. Like many earth dragons, he has no wings. Instead, starting at the back of his head are two thick "fins" that are better described as battlements. Within the these crenelated walls is a rough hewn, easily traversed walkway that actually consists of several flexible plates. Bucephalus can manipulate this walkway with ease, raising or lowering the ridge between the walls to allow for it to be used as a proper defense, or offensive position, for without this height adjustment the ramparts are much too tall to see over for even the tallest of soldiers. In the time that he's been alive, many of these walls have been carved out to provide arrow slits for the many passengers he's carried. The ramparts continue all the way down to his tail and extend from the tip into a pair of serrated blade-like scales. The battlements don't end with just the ramparts. Above Ceph's double set of shoulders are two massive, towering hollow spines. With a bit of reworking in the time that he has been with his bonded they have been turned into a series of drum towers. In color, Bucephalus appears to be rather uniform, at first glance. His head, legs and hindquarters are all an extremely dark blue-black, with a stony dark grey main body, similar to slate. However, in the right lighting, his true colors show quite impressively as his whole body shines with labradorescence. Vibrant cleavings of blue, yellow, and green slide across his hide in unassuming diagonal ribbons. His eyes are a whirl of color, usually hovering somewhere between pink and purple and blue, much like his crystal, a piece of rainbow bismuth on the inside of his left thigh. Personality- Protective, Resilient, Suave[/b] In his own words, Bucephalus is a thickly sliced, rich chocolate brownie with a delectable crust and a warm, gooey center. Everybody should enjoy him, and for the most part, he enjoys everybody. The earth is extremely laid back and enjoys all manner of company, from humans, to mature dragons (all the single ladies...and gents...he doesn't care). He is especially good with hatchlings and extremely patient. As a guardian, and with his rather unique physique it is not uncommon to find him simply burrowed into the earth to bask while all manner of everybody crawls all over his ramparts. When left to his own devices, Bucephalus enjoys crafting things, usually buildings, be they temporary or otherwise. He is, as one might expect, well versed in defensive structures, but with the war over he's had to find new means of utilizing his skills. Landscaping has taken up a small portion of his time now. Additionally, reading is enjoyable, though books are much too small for him. On a good day he can coax Maul to crack one open for him, but if you're an old visitor, don't be surprised if he asks you to bring one with you. Angering the colossal titan is not in anyone's best interest. If one finds themself on the receiving end of the silent treatment, it is best to not pursue further company with the earth dragon, better yet for all to stay clear of him until he's finished ruminating on whatever sleight has drawn his ire. He is not one to deal out physical satisfaction for arguments however, and social distance is his preferred manner of avoiding those that have upset him, unless the situation calls for something heavier handed. User Information Username-Jackins Contact-Skype is the best. If you don't have it, poke someone, or send me a PM; I don't bite, much. <3 Yourself- I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts... How did you find Sekkai? Tumblr |
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| CloakAndDagger | Mar 19 2014, 04:48 PM Post #2 |
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