Post by raptor on Mar 6, 2011 3:16:43 GMT -5
Username:Raptor
Other Characters: This is my first
Character's Name:Osiris Drachis Charros
Nicknames: Charizard, Scales, Slithers, (names given by random humans he encountered)
Age: 17 (relatively young)
Gender: Male
Weapon of Choice: He has sharp dragon claws and rows of razor teeth as well as large incisors to hold onto prey with
Powers: Fire breath, the ability to telepathically communicate with humans as dragons cannot mouth human words (similar to eragon and saphira, the longer the distance the harder the telepathy becomes)
Other magical items: Since he is a dragon his scales give him a natural protection against weak magic spells, Higher level spells/magics still affect him as they would any other.
Fatal Flaw: Dragon arrogance. He tends to underestimate his human foes and when angered he charges reclessly and blindly, Giving opponents many opportunities to strike his weak spots. (underbelly and the less armoured patch on his neck)
Godly Parent: None (dragon)
Claimed?: He's an orphan
How were they claimed?: Not claimed
Cabin Number: None. Lives in the wilderness around camp.
Mortal Parent: All he knows of his parents are that his fathers
name was Aerolis because of his amazing aerial feats, and his
mother's name was Taimat, after a dragon goddess of legend
because of her fiery temper.
Years At Camp: has lived around the camp wilderness for about a year now, observing the odd humans and their amazing powers, wondering how they were so strong and the others were so weak.
All Year Round or Just Summers?: All year
Siblings: None
Description: Standing upright on his hind legs he is 7'5 and stands about 4'9 on all fours. He is about 135 pounds which is underweight for a dragon of his age. His scales are all jet black with the exception of the scales on his underbelly and neck which are a light gray. His wingspan is about 7 1/2 feet long from tip to tip and he has a 6 ft tail with a slender tailspike at the end. He also has two horns that grow out of the top of his skull and slightly curve back. His eyes glow bright yellow.
Personality: Cautious most of the time but arrogant when he faces a challenger he believes to be weaker than he is. He will also fight to protect his small cave with his life for it is all he has. A young centaur once followed him to his cave and was never seen again. He can also be a bit hard headed and at times has a bit of a superiority complex, always trying to be in command. Dragons as a rule do not trust anyone lightly, their trust must be earned. As a result he will snap and lash out at any creature that takes him by surprise or gets too close to him. But those he does trust, he will fight with everything that he is to protect them.
History: An orphan since hatching, He's had to fend for himself his whole life. No other dragon family would take him so he began to wander until he found an odd camp full of very powerful humans. Many deer also roam the wilderness around this camp so he chose a cave somewhat near but not close enough to be found by exploring humans. He sometimes raids the camp food stores if wild game is scarce. His mother and father were head of a dragon clan, a very powerful one. Therefore, they had many rival dragons that wouldnt hesitate to kill a young male before he could come of age and become strong enough to fight. As a hatchling, he was disowned by his clan for having a different scale coloration than the others. A kind elder dragon who was a friend of his mother's helped him to escape the dragon valley unharmed. He wandered for about 16 years, living off of scarce food and stealing from humans until he happened upon Camp Half-Blood. He has been living in the wilderness around it ever since.
Favorite Genre(s) of Music: Loud obnoxious war songs that he's heard around the hades cabin. "Heavy metal" he thinks it is called.
Favorite Pastime(s): Hunting, soaring over the lake, swimming, leaving his own tracks that lead in circles to confuse curious humans and the other creatures that live in the camp, and staying up late and trying to remember his mothers deep growl.
Favorite Place(s) at Camp Half-Blood: The lake, The forest, Hiding behind hades cabin listening to their music, and the food store rooms.
Lucky numbers/charms: His lucky number has always been twelve. He always manages to sneak twelve eggs, twelve chickens and twelve loaves of bread on a weekly basis.
Best Friend(s): None yet
Enemy(s): Other dragons that were rivals of his parents but since he is a long ways away from the dragon valleys, he doesn't really worry about them any more.
RP Sample: (sample from an old halo rp on chatango) Tu' Ras Oolsumee stood on the bridge of his ship the "Transcending the Physical," a Covenant Assault-Carrier class warship. He paced back and fourth all while staring at his tactical display. As his fleet surrounded the planet that the humans called, "Genesis," a small group of human warships ascended from the atmosphere. His officers howled with laughter. "What a pathetic attempt!" one of them bellowed. "Keep your guard up!" Tu'Ras hissed into the comlink, but the other shipmasters were laughing loudly as well. Suddenly, one of the human ships shot forward and rammed into one of the CCS class battle cruisers in the outer fleet and detonated. Both ships were enveloped in a white light and as the light faded away, nothing remained of either of them. The comlink as well as the bridge officers were dead silent. The looked at Tu'Ras and hesitantly asked, "Orders Leader?" Tu'Ras replied in a low tone, "Decimate them and avenge our fallen brothers..." Thin blue beams and red plasma torpedoes shot towards the small human warships. It was all over in less than a minute. He then sighed, wondering how he was going to explain losing a whole battle cruiser to the Prophet of truth. "Get your ships into position and begin glassing the planet," Tu'Ras said in a gruff voice. "One planet down, a hundred left.."
Other: I dont have a favorite pairing.
Other Characters: This is my first
Character's Name:Osiris Drachis Charros
Nicknames: Charizard, Scales, Slithers, (names given by random humans he encountered)
Age: 17 (relatively young)
Gender: Male
Weapon of Choice: He has sharp dragon claws and rows of razor teeth as well as large incisors to hold onto prey with
Powers: Fire breath, the ability to telepathically communicate with humans as dragons cannot mouth human words (similar to eragon and saphira, the longer the distance the harder the telepathy becomes)
Other magical items: Since he is a dragon his scales give him a natural protection against weak magic spells, Higher level spells/magics still affect him as they would any other.
Fatal Flaw: Dragon arrogance. He tends to underestimate his human foes and when angered he charges reclessly and blindly, Giving opponents many opportunities to strike his weak spots. (underbelly and the less armoured patch on his neck)
Godly Parent: None (dragon)
Claimed?: He's an orphan
How were they claimed?: Not claimed
Cabin Number: None. Lives in the wilderness around camp.
Mortal Parent: All he knows of his parents are that his fathers
name was Aerolis because of his amazing aerial feats, and his
mother's name was Taimat, after a dragon goddess of legend
because of her fiery temper.
Years At Camp: has lived around the camp wilderness for about a year now, observing the odd humans and their amazing powers, wondering how they were so strong and the others were so weak.
All Year Round or Just Summers?: All year
Siblings: None
Description: Standing upright on his hind legs he is 7'5 and stands about 4'9 on all fours. He is about 135 pounds which is underweight for a dragon of his age. His scales are all jet black with the exception of the scales on his underbelly and neck which are a light gray. His wingspan is about 7 1/2 feet long from tip to tip and he has a 6 ft tail with a slender tailspike at the end. He also has two horns that grow out of the top of his skull and slightly curve back. His eyes glow bright yellow.
Personality: Cautious most of the time but arrogant when he faces a challenger he believes to be weaker than he is. He will also fight to protect his small cave with his life for it is all he has. A young centaur once followed him to his cave and was never seen again. He can also be a bit hard headed and at times has a bit of a superiority complex, always trying to be in command. Dragons as a rule do not trust anyone lightly, their trust must be earned. As a result he will snap and lash out at any creature that takes him by surprise or gets too close to him. But those he does trust, he will fight with everything that he is to protect them.
History: An orphan since hatching, He's had to fend for himself his whole life. No other dragon family would take him so he began to wander until he found an odd camp full of very powerful humans. Many deer also roam the wilderness around this camp so he chose a cave somewhat near but not close enough to be found by exploring humans. He sometimes raids the camp food stores if wild game is scarce. His mother and father were head of a dragon clan, a very powerful one. Therefore, they had many rival dragons that wouldnt hesitate to kill a young male before he could come of age and become strong enough to fight. As a hatchling, he was disowned by his clan for having a different scale coloration than the others. A kind elder dragon who was a friend of his mother's helped him to escape the dragon valley unharmed. He wandered for about 16 years, living off of scarce food and stealing from humans until he happened upon Camp Half-Blood. He has been living in the wilderness around it ever since.
Favorite Genre(s) of Music: Loud obnoxious war songs that he's heard around the hades cabin. "Heavy metal" he thinks it is called.
Favorite Pastime(s): Hunting, soaring over the lake, swimming, leaving his own tracks that lead in circles to confuse curious humans and the other creatures that live in the camp, and staying up late and trying to remember his mothers deep growl.
Favorite Place(s) at Camp Half-Blood: The lake, The forest, Hiding behind hades cabin listening to their music, and the food store rooms.
Lucky numbers/charms: His lucky number has always been twelve. He always manages to sneak twelve eggs, twelve chickens and twelve loaves of bread on a weekly basis.
Best Friend(s): None yet
Enemy(s): Other dragons that were rivals of his parents but since he is a long ways away from the dragon valleys, he doesn't really worry about them any more.
RP Sample: (sample from an old halo rp on chatango) Tu' Ras Oolsumee stood on the bridge of his ship the "Transcending the Physical," a Covenant Assault-Carrier class warship. He paced back and fourth all while staring at his tactical display. As his fleet surrounded the planet that the humans called, "Genesis," a small group of human warships ascended from the atmosphere. His officers howled with laughter. "What a pathetic attempt!" one of them bellowed. "Keep your guard up!" Tu'Ras hissed into the comlink, but the other shipmasters were laughing loudly as well. Suddenly, one of the human ships shot forward and rammed into one of the CCS class battle cruisers in the outer fleet and detonated. Both ships were enveloped in a white light and as the light faded away, nothing remained of either of them. The comlink as well as the bridge officers were dead silent. The looked at Tu'Ras and hesitantly asked, "Orders Leader?" Tu'Ras replied in a low tone, "Decimate them and avenge our fallen brothers..." Thin blue beams and red plasma torpedoes shot towards the small human warships. It was all over in less than a minute. He then sighed, wondering how he was going to explain losing a whole battle cruiser to the Prophet of truth. "Get your ships into position and begin glassing the planet," Tu'Ras said in a gruff voice. "One planet down, a hundred left.."
Other: I dont have a favorite pairing.