Post by Zyrin on Apr 12, 2008 20:35:55 GMT -5
Name:Kerian
Alias/Nickname: none
Age: Unknown, half hinted at being over 300
Gender: Male
Personality:Kerian is rather quiet and prefers to watch things from the sidelines then take part in them, unless he really needs to. He’ll defend almost anyone and hates it when people stereotype things.
Appearance:Kerian is a runt compared to most other Dragons near his age, being small enough to fit around a tree. He has red-gold scales and silvery-blue eyes.
Relations: He is the protector of Zyrin, and half-way rival of Adrian
Species:Dragon
Powers: He can fly and breath strong gusts of wind, strong enough to topple well-made stone fortresses. He also has the ability to see through deceit, and can heal minor wounds.
Weaknesses: He tends to over think things too much and can, though rarely does, get very, very pissed. Because of his protector status, he always has to know where Zyrin is, and starts panicking if he can’t find him. He also has a weakness for Dragonsbane, a thick liquid that reacts with him much like alcohol in humans.
History: He doesn’t reveal anything about his history, stating simply that it deals with many other people and he wishes to not reveal their identities or other information
Sample post for this character:Kerian ignored the shouts of protect and anger coming from under his paw. He had pinned Adrian there in an attempt to keep the vampyre from doing anything stupid, and so far it was working, so long as he didn’t struggle too much.
A silver rose petal fell in front of his eyes from the tree above. He blew a small gust of wind at it and watched it sail off into the sky, flashing lightly as it caught the sun.
If only life were as simple as this. If only it had always been like this. . . he thought, closing his eyes.
Adrian finally managed to wiggle out from under his paw and took off running, but the Dragon hardly noticed. He also hardly noticed when Zyrin came up to him and finished eating a bowl of noodles.
Other characters: Zyrin, Adrian
Character Picture(if you have one):Grr none. Curse my lack of draw-ability!
Alias/Nickname: none
Age: Unknown, half hinted at being over 300
Gender: Male
Personality:Kerian is rather quiet and prefers to watch things from the sidelines then take part in them, unless he really needs to. He’ll defend almost anyone and hates it when people stereotype things.
Appearance:Kerian is a runt compared to most other Dragons near his age, being small enough to fit around a tree. He has red-gold scales and silvery-blue eyes.
Relations: He is the protector of Zyrin, and half-way rival of Adrian
Species:Dragon
Powers: He can fly and breath strong gusts of wind, strong enough to topple well-made stone fortresses. He also has the ability to see through deceit, and can heal minor wounds.
Weaknesses: He tends to over think things too much and can, though rarely does, get very, very pissed. Because of his protector status, he always has to know where Zyrin is, and starts panicking if he can’t find him. He also has a weakness for Dragonsbane, a thick liquid that reacts with him much like alcohol in humans.
History: He doesn’t reveal anything about his history, stating simply that it deals with many other people and he wishes to not reveal their identities or other information
Sample post for this character:Kerian ignored the shouts of protect and anger coming from under his paw. He had pinned Adrian there in an attempt to keep the vampyre from doing anything stupid, and so far it was working, so long as he didn’t struggle too much.
A silver rose petal fell in front of his eyes from the tree above. He blew a small gust of wind at it and watched it sail off into the sky, flashing lightly as it caught the sun.
If only life were as simple as this. If only it had always been like this. . . he thought, closing his eyes.
Adrian finally managed to wiggle out from under his paw and took off running, but the Dragon hardly noticed. He also hardly noticed when Zyrin came up to him and finished eating a bowl of noodles.
Other characters: Zyrin, Adrian
Character Picture(if you have one):Grr none. Curse my lack of draw-ability!