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Shen - Male - Dagger; Bulkhead Sterka
Topic Started: May 14 2014, 12:50 PM (260 Views)
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Character Number- 9th (Adoption slot)

Name- Shen Tann (Sh-en T-awn)

Age- 44

Gender- Male

Sexuality- Unknown


Appearance- (collaboration by Tan and Megs)
  • Shen is decently tall, coming at an even six feet. He's a lithe man with a smaller frame than most, just one of those family genetic things that can't be avoided. While he isn't a muscle man, he has lean ones to go with his lean build. This guy could stuff his face at an all you can eat event and his metabolism would shred right through it, leaving him without an extra once of fat and a ton of energy. With such an active metabolism, he does tend to eat a lot, but it certainly isn't something you can tell just by looking at him. Unable to win a test of strength, his is springy and fast, with a quick reaction time. Sometimes, he may be mistaken for a woman, even though his chest is as flat as they come and he has no curves to speak of. It's probably the hair, of silken, gentle waves of black that mostly comes to hang to the middle of his back.

    Seeing his face would erase the issue, but the truth is, you can't see it. Covered by a white mask that artistically hugs and exaggerates and sharpens the features it hides, only his dark brown eyes can be seen. Where his lips are is a thick line of opening that he can speak out of, and he has long since mastered the trick of making sure the mask does not muffle all that he has to say. Why he wears it no one will ever know. Maybe his face is far too hideous, or maybe it's even so dang handsome he just doesn't want the ladies to keep coming after him. Or even yet, it could be too much shows on his face when it comes to emotions, and he prefers more of a poker face kind of thing. Whatever it is, he won't ever tell, and good luck getting close enough to take it off. Many people have lost their hands, and their lives, trying. Whether or not the reason behind wearing it has long since been lost, it's a habit now, and he likes to think that when people wonder, he holds the strings of revealing that mystery far above their heads in a 'na na na na naaaaa' way.

    Why Shen wears the things he does is just one of those things that is better off not asked about. The most distinguished--aside from the mask--of his chosen garb is a very long, white scarf spattered and hued with dried blood. If he kills someone who he believes was a notable challenge, he will soak some of their blood onto it, as a reminder of their skill and what he learned from their fight. It gained its length because he keeps adding on to it, and when he rides upon Sterka, it waves behind him like a gruesome banner. Otherwise, to keep it out of the way, it's wrapped about him in some way or another. When it's too much of an inconvenience, it gets wrapped around the base of one of Sterka's horns for safe keeping.

    Shen likes layering clothing, not so much to add more depth to his overall form, but just because he likes it that way. Long tunics with vests, his victorious scarf, a few chains here and there, and a few of the weapons either hidden or in sight on his person. From his left hip hangs a thin, silver medallion of equally mysterious origin, as it's another one of those things that holds a secret meaning to him that others aren't likely to hear about. On his forearms there often can be seen thin white material wrapped about them, though it doesn't seem to be covering any kind of injury. The star-like shaped crystal that is identical to Sterka's hangs from a chain on his chest.
Personality-
  • Shen is a complicated man, perhaps only because he can be wildly unpredictable. Whereas most people have particular patterns about how they do things and when, he likes to keep people guessing, and surprise even himself. He likes to make his life interesting, because he utterly despises being bored. Being bored means you could be doing something, anything, better, and if you're without something to do you just aren't trying hard enough. Shen can be charming most of the time, simple words with deeper meanings rolling effortlessly off his tongue even as he's dicing away at his latest victim. He doesn't have much in the way of sparing someone because they are 'innocent'. It's just unfortunate for them if an 'innocent' happens upon him or he upon them. Shen doesn't kill without an actual reason, even if his reasons seem like nothing, or are insane, to others. Once in a while he will have an actual person of interest to hunt down, and being patient one moment and imprudent the next, the job gets done. He has no reason to explain himself to anyone, and he's quite picky about the company he keeps. If you aren't interesting enough to him, then well, he will certainly let you know.

    While Sterka will throw herself at any Sekkain in sight, Shen will pick his battles with more certainty, though he isn't about to let his darling companion do things all by herself, even if she is more than capable. As she isn't the brightest when it comes to planing, plotting, or basic thinking in general, Shen is their brain power. And considering he can be more or less insane, it's both a wonder and not how they have survived for as long as they have. Having a huge beast that will diligently follow your every whim is a dream come true for him. He adores her, and saw their potential as a team the moment she hatched and waddled toward him, whereas others no doubt saw her stupidity as a serious flaw. Yes, Sterka often gets them into difficult situations, but it goes will with his 'life needs to be more interesting' philosophy.

    Shen is trustworthy, to a point. He doesn't lie, because it's one of those useless things that just isn't worth losing breath over. If he teams up with someone for any reason, he wouldn't stab them in the back unless they really deserved it. But once his loyalty is given, it's there to stay unless the other party decides to do the back stabbing. Shen likes to avenge both himself and Sterka, so it's not out of his way to get pay back when he feels so inclined. He can humorous, stubborn, a brat, anything he wants to be. He doesn't like to think he just has a straight set of personality traits. But overall, if there was one word to pin on him, it would be....interesting.
Rank- Dagger / Direhide Merchant/Hunter

History-
  • Shen Tann was born to a pretty average, middle-classed family, and would be the oldest out of seven children. Their parents took it as a silly, good omen to have their first child be born a boy, but their opinion changed once Shen was old enough to graduate out of diapers. Whereas his parents were simple, kindhearted people, it was said they gave birth to a soulless, evil child. He didn't express love, or kindness. When he wasn't sitting to himself being quiet, he had 'plotting eyes and an evil little grin'. His parents were quick to learn that when Shen didn't get his way, or was said 'no' to, he would find his own way to get what he wanted and plan some kind of retaliation. It didn't take long at all for them to figure out the best thing for the three of them--give him food at meal times, and leave him alone. Shen didn't like hugs, or any affection. If he did, he never showed it. His face was an unreadable mask, a silent doll that only showed expression when it came to something troublesome. Maybe Shen was born with some kind of mental screw missing, but one thing was for sure, his parents were in constant fear and distress of their odd child. They were too afraid of public opinion, so basically tried their best to keep Shen indoors.

    The truth was, Shen just didn't know what to do with emotion. How to deal with it, how to show it, unless it was 'darker'. It was just more satisfying to see worried expressions, to catch his mother and father whispering to one another. For fourteen years he greatly enjoyed easing out into the night, observing, learning, only to come back and further make his parents wonder what he was up to but never be brave enough to ask, or find out. In those ten years his parents were afraid of having more children, but not because they thought they would turn out like Shen. It was because of Shen. While the boy never harmed them, more than once he came back home with blood on his clothing and hands with no explanation. They never asked, not even once, so he never explained. It was for the best in the end, because the population of noisy dogs in the neighborhood greatly diminished, their skins hanging up along fences. They less they knew, the better, and no one ever came to blame their son. They had no idea what to do with Shen, out of fear that he would decide to turn on them.

    The only true good act he did for his parents was leave, so that they would feel free to have more children and forget about him, because he would simply forget about them. He was a smart kid, and with that brain he gained passage to Hellman's Well, where he had heard there were more people on his level, and not so 'goody-goody' like his parents. Shen had a plan, ever since they had tried to teach him the goodness of the Academy and the hope he'd one day go there. The simple truth was was that they would never accept him, and would possibly even restrain him. No, Shen needed to be around 'his kind', and that's almost exactly what he got in his new home. He easily fell into the ranks of a gang, stealing for them, learning better to fight. He could hold his own against threats, but there was always one boy, a few years older, who he actually came to admire. He wore a white mask and a long white scarf, and took Shen under his devious wing.

    He saw something in Shen that, even years later, he wouldn't understand. He fully supported Shen's views on how differently he saw and felt things, and was one of the first people who didn't show any sign of discomfort for it. In many ways he was a lot like Shen, and for the next three years, Shen nearly put aside his ideals of straying from the town to be purposely captured by a Tainted dragon for a hatching, just to continue to be with 'Mask', his idol and teacher, his brother without a name, but a reputation. But come just a few days after Shen's thirteenth birthday, his satisfactory world made a major shift. Their 'gang' all but threw a mutiny, and when Mask refused to back down, only Shen would stand by his side. The ugly onslaught got Mask killed despite his talent, so outnumbered that not even Shen could stop it.

    Up to that point, Shen had started to feel a more positive flicker of emotion, of that odd feeling ofter referred to as 'joy'. It snapped the moment Mask's body fell to the ground. The gang's mistake was letting Shen live. Badly injured, but alive. The young man lay there for some time as his only true friend in the world whisped out his last jagged breath. Ignoring his pain, Shen took the mask off his friend and put it on himself, but didn't look to see what Mask's face was actually like. He also took the scarf, despite the blood. It was Mask's blood, a rare, proud blood, and Shen came to wear it with pride. As the next day came and night fell, Shen went on his first actual killing spree. He didn't take them all down. No, no, he wanted some of them to feel secure in his absence, and come hunt them down later on, become their personal nightmare. He still keeps the gang's symbol on his medallion, a quickly fading relic in Hellman's Well that few would later even recognize.

    Shen went back to his plan and became a very willing candidate for the Tainted just in time for a hatching. He stood unflinchingly in the chaos that went around him, clutching the crystal given to him for the occasion. His eyes remained on one of the bigger eggs the whole time, and though there was a whisper it wouldn't hatch as every other egg had since burst forth with life, he knew. It just took Sterka a while to figure out how to get out of her egg. And even longer for her to figure out how to use all six legs. But Shen was determined, patient, and greeted her when others scoffed at her obvious slowness of mind. They grew together, and very quickly became a force to be well reckoned with. Shen learned more of personality, and that he could be anything he wanted to be as he chose, even if he still didn't truly feel it. The Brain and the Brawn charged into the war gladly, and would have even without being forced.

    It was during the war his dark glee for skinning the canine kind returned. With facing many a dire, he decided to skin them and later sell their furs, though it took a while to persuade Sterka to let him at them first before she consumed them like noodles. When the Tainted Lord's control shook them loose, their life style hardly changed. Sterka would challenge any Sekkain she came across, and Shen continued his black market Direhide trade. Here and there Shen ghosts into Hellmen's Well to hunt down the surviving members of his past gang, or those smart enough to try and escape to other places never did succeed. He makes sure the last thing the miserable dogs see is the mask upon his face, to remember the valiant man they had slain. Most of their skin ends up strung on fences or left in a pile somewhere.

    To be honest, without the war, Shen finds himself rather bored. He and Sterka take great pride in trying to ruin the new establishments popping up, rekindling their need for a bigger fight. Once in a while they will work with others, but they mostly keep to themselves. It takes interesting enough people to draw Shen in long enough to actually get to know them. Eagerly Shen and Sterka wait, ready to rise and truly fight against the Academy once again.
Pet(s)- None




The Dragon

The Dragon

Name- Sterka (Sterk = Afrikaans for ‘Strong’; ‘a’ added for femininity)

Age- 30

Gender- Female

Element- Bulkhead

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Appearance-

Her father being the general Hellmouth himself, Sterka is anything but small. A decent size for a Bulkhead, from nose to tail tip she is just over 110 feet long and stands at 53 feet at her shoulder. Her body is cords of muscle and harder-than-steel scales that overlap and are tipped jaggedly, like the very tops of the mountain pass. A black mountain like ridge runs clean from between her horns to the base of her tail, growing to much smaller size before ending in a fat, spiked club at the tip of her tail. Her horns are large and moose like, a strange jutting, rounded tine sticking outward above her eyes. The very end of these horns/antlers curl slightly outward, and in the left antler, just where it curls, her pitch black 8-tipped star crystal resides, where no one wants to get close to. Her snout ends in a black, jagged beak, slightly worn from years of use, but sharp nonetheless. Claws, thick and black like her horn and ridge of fused scales, are slightly hooked, perfect for grabbing and holding onto bigger prey that escape her massive mouth.

Like all bulkheads, she has absolutely massive wings, almost appearing too large for her body, but with all that muscle to weigh her down, they work perfectly. They can get in the way sometimes and they are far too large to allow for fancy aerial tactics, but they get the job done, getting her and her rider from point A to point B with the wind in their faces. She sometimes envies smaller dragons for their delicate little wings and gets absolutely infuriated when they dance around her in the air, but does enjoy the fact that she can fly at all. She enjoys ripping off their wings anyway. Although she likes flying, she much prefers running, using all 6 of her well muscled legs. It isn't uncommon for her to hold Runs rather than Flights due to this, and when given the option, prefers to run across large bodies of land than fly.

Like her Bulkhead lineage, she has many eyes that appear seemingly at random on her body. She only has one set on her face, instead of several. At the very end of her snout, between her nostrils sits another bright golden eye as well as one smaller eye on each of the four jaw separations. On her neck, she has one on either side with one on just above her collar bone. Each of her six legs have an eye around mid-shin with one large eye on the base of her tail, where her fused scale ridge shrinks.

For coloration, Sterka's scales are a vibrant blood red, ending in a burnt orange than a black color. Her horns, claws, spikes and fused scale ridge are all black as night and have a sheen about them. Her throat has a splash of vibrant lemon yellow, as does her underbelly and pads of her massive feet. Her mouth is deep purple, her tongue pale grey-purple and her gums surrounding her teeth are more grey than purple. Her teeth are stained yellow from all the blood they've tasted and are extremely sharp and jagged. She hardly chews her food if she can help it, so her teeth are very sharp, not dulled from chewing flesh. One knows they are in a deadly predicament when Sterka gets her mouth around them and teeth into them.

Personality- Sterka is easily described as dumb. Not to be rude about it, but she is. Blunt and not too bright, her rider is basically her functioning brain. She can’t process logic all too well and is extremely gullible, which generally works well for her rider's use of her strength. Her brain is in fact smaller than most dragons which is why she has trouble with cleverness or smarts. She relies on her rider for the puzzle solving and tactic making, while she duels out heavy blows and takes care of spies and Taints who dare go against their Lord's will. When she is handed the simple logic that her brain can process, she goes with it unquestioningly. Mostly because the tasks that her rider ask of her are bloody and require her to kill someone or something. She loves spilling blood, especially if its Sekkaian or traitor blood, and prefers the flesh of other dragons to that of humans. Since she is that way, when she eats, she tries to eat as much as she can, since she doesn't know when her next meal will be. Many people view this as a gluttonous habit, but it is not out of control. She knows how much she can eat and when she eats too much, she understands that she won’t be able to fight as well.

Sterka is eager to please her her rider. Over the years, her blind trust and (almost) love towards them has made her quite puppy-dog like. She loves the rare spurts of affection her rider gives her, savoring them as much as she savors Sekkaian flesh. She does not put her rider on a higher pedestal than the Tainted Lord, as that could be a fatal mistake, but she does show obvious adoration to her rider, always wanting to be around her. The Bulkhead often feels lost without her rider by her side to tell her what to do or if she’s being fooled by some little dragon who thinks himself too smart for her. She compares it to the feeling her rider gets when she is in the nude in public (to which they laughed at).

Sterka is also a very bold dragon. Although, boldness could easily be replaced by the word idiocy. She is not afraid to state her opinions, to attack any enemy despite the size or to confront other Taints about the rumors that her rider is unfaithful to the Taint. She, like most Bulkheads, angers quickly, and can go into a small tantrum, like fit full of shrieking and lava spitting. She may not be very good at supporting the points she presents, but when she has them, you sure as hell better listen to them. She is the kind of dragon that won’t take no for an answer and if she doesn't get her way, will most likely kill the one who is denying her. Unless it is someone of higher importance, than she will take no as an answer than sulk about it later.



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