Post by +Amz+ on Jan 19, 2009 22:39:02 GMT -5
Things that would be Obvious
Name: Taven
Alias: Ducok (DOO-cok)
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Things that would be Judged
Weight: 158 lbs.
Height: 6'1"
Strongest in: Working hard, keeping his mouth shut when it's needed, taking orders
Weakest in: Estimating the opponent, getting rid of his pride (especially when he should)
Build: He's a bit above average in height. He has slightly muscled arms from working around the temple with other servants. He has a reddish-darker brown hair, which he tipped with black. It's fairly short, but a piece hangs down onto the right side of his face a bit more. He's slightly trained in martial arts, so he fairly strong muscles and is very agile. He has slightly developed abs; ones you can see the edges if you look hard enough.
Things that make me Crazy
Brains: 7.3
Manias: --
Phobias: --
Mentality Issues: He's a bit afraid of losing people he cares about. Also, he often gets false premonitions of walking around corners, and fears the darkness a little. Not the darkness itself, but what's waiting to get him. (This was caused from the stress from the attack on his town)
Personality: He's fairly quiet, but he can be easy to loosen up. He likes to have fun, but he's also very into his studies, since he's gratified to even have them. He always responds with a "ma'am" or "sir" where it's needed (or even if it's not) and he often doesn't question things aloud when his uppers give him strange orders. He's learned it's easier. He catches on quick to new ideas, and is incredibly fascinated with MODs. Since he lives in the palace, he knows anything that you'd probably like to know, besides Regan that is. While she's his main teacher on the things, he understands when she doesn't have time.
Things from where I've Trudged
Current Rank: Temple Servant/Soar In-Training
Past events: He and his family had been living in the parallel world of MODs for a bit, living in one of the towns that had been established. One day, when he was about 10, one of the darker Soars had flown over the town, destroying it, murdering all it could lay hands on. Then Regan came and scared the Soar off, and as she scoured the city, she found him. Naturally, she couldn't leave him, so she took him in under the condition that he would be an underling servant in the temple. The upper servants always sent him on the jobs nobody else wanted to do; they weren't cruel, but they didn't truly care he was there. At his age, he was too much of a nuisance to watch over. While he stayed there, he made friends with a crippled MOD named Rend, or Hokt, whose wings made it almost impossible for it to fly correctly. Them both being alone, and treated like dirt except by Regan and Ink, they became partners.
Present Events: He's working as a servant in the Temple, and helping Hokt's wing to get stronger so they can one day truly fly like the other MODs and Soars to come.
Future Goals: Be upgraded as a regular Soar, and be rid of working as a servant.
Things From The Past
Parents: Dead.
Siblings: He had none.
Things I know are Strange
Crush: None.
Orientation: Straight, although he may bend.
Status: Somewhat-Looking.
Character to:
-->Regan:
Hey there Husk, how's it going? Thanks for taking me in...I really don't know what I'd do without Hokt. Hey, once we can fly, we'll race, okay?
-->Ink:
Hiya Oaky. I swear, your markings fit you just right. The red fits your color of talking--cut, precise, but adult, and...it's surrounded by one freaky black pit. Can't wait until we outfly you, Inky!
-->Hokt:
Rend, I know we can fly. Don't give up, because I'll be there every day. We'll work harder than them, and one day, we'll be fastest. Now remember, no cookies until then. I'm sure your wings won't want to carry extra weight plus me.
But Know I Can't Be Changed
Template Made By: Amz
Hokt:
((I'll do short for the moment. It's 9:30 and I still have an art project. D: ))
He's a somewhat young MOD, abandoned as a strike from Dark Soars came. His mother stayed by his side to try to protect him, but she was easily removed from the picture. They stole him away to train them, and as he refused to bond with all the trainees that confronted him, they tortured him, slicing and pulling his wings, making them practically useless. They threw him over a watery ledge, for death, but he managed to open his wings to an updraft, which softened his fall to the water. He was eventually found by a MOD working for Regan, although he struggled in fear from what had happened to him before. Brought to the temple, he was healed as best as they could manage, although one of his wings couldn't be fixed. It was his left one, being about an inch shorter than the right. However, when he grew to adult size, it came out to be about 3-6 feet shorter. Because of this, other MODs would snicker at him, saying he was "chained to land", and that he was useless. Ink defended him many times, and he came to make friends with her, and even developed a small crush on her. He's made it obvious since then, but it's more or less just a joke now. If she ever took him seriously, he'd like to be with her, but since she doesn't, he's still happy as friends. He found a small servant boy speaking fluently in dragon tongue, and learned the boy had actually learned it, not just had the script printed into his head. He took an interest to the boy, Taven, and they became friends as outcasts. After about three months, and being sure of the friendship, Hokt opened himself up and took Taven as a Soar, and Taven was just as excited, even if he knew he may never get to fly. Now, Hokt's main objective is to strengthen his left wing, so he and Taven can fly together one day.
((Oh by the way, I got permission from Acid for the relationships, and even the character. If you want to make another one, it's really up to her. ^^; ))
Name: Taven
Alias: Ducok (DOO-cok)
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Things that would be Judged
Weight: 158 lbs.
Height: 6'1"
Strongest in: Working hard, keeping his mouth shut when it's needed, taking orders
Weakest in: Estimating the opponent, getting rid of his pride (especially when he should)
Build: He's a bit above average in height. He has slightly muscled arms from working around the temple with other servants. He has a reddish-darker brown hair, which he tipped with black. It's fairly short, but a piece hangs down onto the right side of his face a bit more. He's slightly trained in martial arts, so he fairly strong muscles and is very agile. He has slightly developed abs; ones you can see the edges if you look hard enough.
Things that make me Crazy
Brains: 7.3
Manias: --
Phobias: --
Mentality Issues: He's a bit afraid of losing people he cares about. Also, he often gets false premonitions of walking around corners, and fears the darkness a little. Not the darkness itself, but what's waiting to get him. (This was caused from the stress from the attack on his town)
Personality: He's fairly quiet, but he can be easy to loosen up. He likes to have fun, but he's also very into his studies, since he's gratified to even have them. He always responds with a "ma'am" or "sir" where it's needed (or even if it's not) and he often doesn't question things aloud when his uppers give him strange orders. He's learned it's easier. He catches on quick to new ideas, and is incredibly fascinated with MODs. Since he lives in the palace, he knows anything that you'd probably like to know, besides Regan that is. While she's his main teacher on the things, he understands when she doesn't have time.
Things from where I've Trudged
Current Rank: Temple Servant/Soar In-Training
Past events: He and his family had been living in the parallel world of MODs for a bit, living in one of the towns that had been established. One day, when he was about 10, one of the darker Soars had flown over the town, destroying it, murdering all it could lay hands on. Then Regan came and scared the Soar off, and as she scoured the city, she found him. Naturally, she couldn't leave him, so she took him in under the condition that he would be an underling servant in the temple. The upper servants always sent him on the jobs nobody else wanted to do; they weren't cruel, but they didn't truly care he was there. At his age, he was too much of a nuisance to watch over. While he stayed there, he made friends with a crippled MOD named Rend, or Hokt, whose wings made it almost impossible for it to fly correctly. Them both being alone, and treated like dirt except by Regan and Ink, they became partners.
Present Events: He's working as a servant in the Temple, and helping Hokt's wing to get stronger so they can one day truly fly like the other MODs and Soars to come.
Future Goals: Be upgraded as a regular Soar, and be rid of working as a servant.
Things From The Past
Parents: Dead.
Siblings: He had none.
Things I know are Strange
Crush: None.
Orientation: Straight, although he may bend.
Status: Somewhat-Looking.
Character to:
-->Regan:
Hey there Husk, how's it going? Thanks for taking me in...I really don't know what I'd do without Hokt. Hey, once we can fly, we'll race, okay?
-->Ink:
Hiya Oaky. I swear, your markings fit you just right. The red fits your color of talking--cut, precise, but adult, and...it's surrounded by one freaky black pit. Can't wait until we outfly you, Inky!
-->Hokt:
Rend, I know we can fly. Don't give up, because I'll be there every day. We'll work harder than them, and one day, we'll be fastest. Now remember, no cookies until then. I'm sure your wings won't want to carry extra weight plus me.
But Know I Can't Be Changed
Template Made By: Amz
Hokt:
((I'll do short for the moment. It's 9:30 and I still have an art project. D: ))
He's a somewhat young MOD, abandoned as a strike from Dark Soars came. His mother stayed by his side to try to protect him, but she was easily removed from the picture. They stole him away to train them, and as he refused to bond with all the trainees that confronted him, they tortured him, slicing and pulling his wings, making them practically useless. They threw him over a watery ledge, for death, but he managed to open his wings to an updraft, which softened his fall to the water. He was eventually found by a MOD working for Regan, although he struggled in fear from what had happened to him before. Brought to the temple, he was healed as best as they could manage, although one of his wings couldn't be fixed. It was his left one, being about an inch shorter than the right. However, when he grew to adult size, it came out to be about 3-6 feet shorter. Because of this, other MODs would snicker at him, saying he was "chained to land", and that he was useless. Ink defended him many times, and he came to make friends with her, and even developed a small crush on her. He's made it obvious since then, but it's more or less just a joke now. If she ever took him seriously, he'd like to be with her, but since she doesn't, he's still happy as friends. He found a small servant boy speaking fluently in dragon tongue, and learned the boy had actually learned it, not just had the script printed into his head. He took an interest to the boy, Taven, and they became friends as outcasts. After about three months, and being sure of the friendship, Hokt opened himself up and took Taven as a Soar, and Taven was just as excited, even if he knew he may never get to fly. Now, Hokt's main objective is to strengthen his left wing, so he and Taven can fly together one day.
((Oh by the way, I got permission from Acid for the relationships, and even the character. If you want to make another one, it's really up to her. ^^; ))