Post by Azkadee on Jun 14, 2010 20:29:41 GMT 2
Azkadee
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" Live a life less ordinary "
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CAN'T LEAVE A THING TO YOUR IMAGINATION[/font][/center]
AGE: 25
GENDER: female
BIRTHDAY: autumn
CLASS: Free dragon
TITLE/RANK: N/A
ALIGNMENT: Ambivalent
ALLIGANCE: to herself
RACE: dragon
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but oh, you seem so serious
[/color]I SHOULD ENJOY THE SWEET INTERROGATION[/font][/center]
HAIR: if by hair you mean scales, than white
WEIGHT: a LOT
HEIGHT: 11 feet at the shoulder
PLAY-BY: any cool white dragon pic i can find
GENERAL: um… she’s a freaking white, kickass, wild dragon. So… she pretty well stands out.
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i should not be telling you
[/color]I'M FLATTERED BY YOUR INTEREST[/font][/center]
DISLIKES: riders, itches she can’t scratch, rain, the taste of humans, and bones stuck in her teeth
STRENGTHS: she’s incredibly agile in the air and plenty graceful on the ground. She’s a fair hunter and has a wicked wit
WEAKNESSES: very unfamiliar with humans, elves, what have you and their behavior. And due to her color, she’s not much good at hiding. She also has yet to breathe fire.
QUIRKS/HABITS: can, and will, sleep anywhere
FEARS: cats. She HATES cats
GOALS: to get her freakin flame
PERSONALITYIrritable and sardonic, Az’s personality is as sharp as her claws and just as unforgiving. She despises near everything that moves on two legs, not trusting them. She’s a tricksy thing with a quick wit and no remorse for anything she does. She likes extremes, often pushing herself to go above and beyond. The more dangerous the better.
Az is a free dragon. In other words, she’s wild. She doesn’t process crowds or people, be they human, dwarf, or elfin and gets nasty when forced to suffer their presence. She’s wily, caustic, clever, and more than a bit mean, but she’s not so much a hardhead that she cannot be taught something new.[/SIZE][/ul]
you start to hypnotize me
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FATHER: dunno
SIBLINGS: dunno
OTHER: nope
FAMILIAR/PET: none
MOUNT: N/A
PLACE OF BIRTH: Ruins of Adamar
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Riverwood
WEAPONRY:scary agile in the air, Az has tooth and claw with which to fight, and like all dragons… natural magic
HISTORY:Azkadee was hatched in the Ruins of Adamar, as white as the city itself. Her egg had not been picked up with those of her siblings since it blended in with the rubble. She grew up on her own, honing her instincts as a hunter and discovering the delight of flight. Like all wild dragons Az kept to herself, avoiding the general population and keeping to places she could hide. She has no love for Dragon Riders, feeling whole heartedly that they’ve ruined her kind, taking the eggs and taming her cousins. She watches and she waits for her chance to prove that free dragons are the only ones worth their wings.[/SIZE]
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who am i talking to
[/color]COULD BE A DEMON IN A MASK[/font][/center]
AGE: 24... yeah, I’m old
EXPERIENCE: kinda experienced.
CONTACT: AIM SN– writeon1123
MEMBER TITLE: Free Dragon and self-proclaimed badass
ANSWER: fluffy Elijah Woods!!!
EXAMPLE:
Cuil pecked at Liv's cheek with his sharp little beak. Two-legger's behind us, he told her with his peepy little voice. Want me to poop on her?
"What? No!" Liv turned to look at the fluffy, little body about to launch itself off her shoulder and she flicked him in his tail feathers. "Behave yourself." She couldn't help but grin. Sparrow's were, in her experience, feisty, miniature warriors. They were small but they made up for it with big attitude and Cuil was a ferocious, wee thing.
A moment later a blonde girl came up behind them. She was perfectly friendly, though Cuil didn't appreciate being ignored. He peeped his frustration until Liv told him to knock it off, nearly tossing him loose with a flip of her ponytail. "Yeah, I'm Liv," she said with an exasperated sigh. "And the bird is Cuil," she said it slowly, knowing it sounded funny. Kool. "And this happens...often?" She gestured to the lake and fell in step beside Ricki. Chick seemed a bit... vanilla, but she was friendly, and Liv could hardly complain about that.
When they got closer, Liv snorted fully appreciating the beauty of the maneuver she was seeing. Someone had knocked the Asian chick off the dock, and suspended her there, her beer frozen inches from her lips. It was the work of a master and she couldn't help but clap. "Dunno who did it, but nice," she said happily, standing beside Ricki. Aside from the irate floating girl, there was a pretty blonde chick, and two dudes. One looked ready to piss himself laughing and the other... well he had that sort of look on his face that said he was trying to be nonchalant about the whole thing. The sort of too cool for school look that made Liv roll her eyes.
She didn't have patience for people that needed to be badass twenty-four/seven. Get over it.
"Yup, newest Paragon," Liv agreed, realizing that Taffy had been talking the whole time. "Name's Liv... or Rhetoric, I guess. This is Cuil. Please say hello to him so he stops bitching." She jerked her thumb at the sparrow and the little warrior let out a loud peep that Liv smirked at.
She wondered if she should tell the small group they'd just been told to f**k off by a bird.
"What? No!" Liv turned to look at the fluffy, little body about to launch itself off her shoulder and she flicked him in his tail feathers. "Behave yourself." She couldn't help but grin. Sparrow's were, in her experience, feisty, miniature warriors. They were small but they made up for it with big attitude and Cuil was a ferocious, wee thing.
A moment later a blonde girl came up behind them. She was perfectly friendly, though Cuil didn't appreciate being ignored. He peeped his frustration until Liv told him to knock it off, nearly tossing him loose with a flip of her ponytail. "Yeah, I'm Liv," she said with an exasperated sigh. "And the bird is Cuil," she said it slowly, knowing it sounded funny. Kool. "And this happens...often?" She gestured to the lake and fell in step beside Ricki. Chick seemed a bit... vanilla, but she was friendly, and Liv could hardly complain about that.
When they got closer, Liv snorted fully appreciating the beauty of the maneuver she was seeing. Someone had knocked the Asian chick off the dock, and suspended her there, her beer frozen inches from her lips. It was the work of a master and she couldn't help but clap. "Dunno who did it, but nice," she said happily, standing beside Ricki. Aside from the irate floating girl, there was a pretty blonde chick, and two dudes. One looked ready to piss himself laughing and the other... well he had that sort of look on his face that said he was trying to be nonchalant about the whole thing. The sort of too cool for school look that made Liv roll her eyes.
She didn't have patience for people that needed to be badass twenty-four/seven. Get over it.
"Yup, newest Paragon," Liv agreed, realizing that Taffy had been talking the whole time. "Name's Liv... or Rhetoric, I guess. This is Cuil. Please say hello to him so he stops bitching." She jerked her thumb at the sparrow and the little warrior let out a loud peep that Liv smirked at.
She wondered if she should tell the small group they'd just been told to f**k off by a bird.
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