Post by Dustar Forgash on Jul 15, 2005 0:07:14 GMT -5
Name: "Dusty" Dustar Forgash.
AKA: The terror from beyond.
Favorite quote: "Do not provoke me to violence; You could no more evade my wrath than you could your own shadow."
Race: Half-breed: Human-Dragon.
Eye color: Lava red.
Hair color: Electric blue with silver streaks.
Hight: Approx 5'7"
Weight: Approx 138 lbs (naked)
Other appearance traits: Patches of scales all over body, legs, cheeks, stomach, etc. Longer (and sharper) than average teeth and nails on toes and fingers. 5" horns on forehead. And of course, wings.
Common/preferred clothing: Lose/torn cloth under-layer; Light chain on chest and legs; plate on shoulders and waist.
Abilities: Can breath fire, flight, above average speed, strength, and toughness. (Due to part dragon) Channeling electricity and mind tapping. (due to psychic abilities)
Natural weapons Sharp nails that can rend flesh and leave infected wounds, hardened, dagger-like teeth geared toward ripping through meat (be it raw or not), horns on his forehead hard enough to break thick metal and rock (They're pointy, too. ^_^ ), and when all else fails, smashing (Hey, it's an effective weapon when you're strong like a dragon)
Non-natural weapons Duel diamond-edged, double-bladed (complete with magic runes and ceremonial emeralds studding the handles) axes, soaked in the blood of 47 dragons.
Other: Mentally instable, untrusting, and fiercely aggressive. (due to guilt and childhood issues)
- My name is Dustar Forgash, I was born of a human mother and out-casted from human society at birth due to my appearance. I was taken by my father, the lord of a clan of dragons, and had my body put to the test as I was trained by our greatest fighters, and taught to specialize in axes. it soon became apparent I had psychic abilities, thus my mind needed to be trained as well, our oracles sentenced me to steady meditation until I could channel electric through myself, and tap into minds, forcing thoughts into them. I could fight with the warriors and think with the scholars of my breed, but they all spat on me because of my "dirty blood".
- One day I returned, and my father had been murdered. I inherited two runed, twin-bladed, diamond-edged axes from him, then once again cast out. Frenzied by my father's death, I returned for revenge and slaughtered everyone. The fathers, the mothers, the children. By the time I realized what I had done, it was too late, my hands and mind forever stained with the blood of my own people. After that, I guess I went a little crazy..
- Years passed, and I knew I had nothing left, but I continued to fight, not because I wanted to, just.. because.. I search for a reason to go on, wandering around, hoping to find acceptance, hoping to find a reason to go on with my blood stained life.
- This is the end, and this is my beginning. -
AKA: The terror from beyond.
Favorite quote: "Do not provoke me to violence; You could no more evade my wrath than you could your own shadow."
Race: Half-breed: Human-Dragon.
Eye color: Lava red.
Hair color: Electric blue with silver streaks.
Hight: Approx 5'7"
Weight: Approx 138 lbs (naked)
Other appearance traits: Patches of scales all over body, legs, cheeks, stomach, etc. Longer (and sharper) than average teeth and nails on toes and fingers. 5" horns on forehead. And of course, wings.
Common/preferred clothing: Lose/torn cloth under-layer; Light chain on chest and legs; plate on shoulders and waist.
Abilities: Can breath fire, flight, above average speed, strength, and toughness. (Due to part dragon) Channeling electricity and mind tapping. (due to psychic abilities)
Natural weapons Sharp nails that can rend flesh and leave infected wounds, hardened, dagger-like teeth geared toward ripping through meat (be it raw or not), horns on his forehead hard enough to break thick metal and rock (They're pointy, too. ^_^ ), and when all else fails, smashing (Hey, it's an effective weapon when you're strong like a dragon)
Non-natural weapons Duel diamond-edged, double-bladed (complete with magic runes and ceremonial emeralds studding the handles) axes, soaked in the blood of 47 dragons.
Other: Mentally instable, untrusting, and fiercely aggressive. (due to guilt and childhood issues)
- My name is Dustar Forgash, I was born of a human mother and out-casted from human society at birth due to my appearance. I was taken by my father, the lord of a clan of dragons, and had my body put to the test as I was trained by our greatest fighters, and taught to specialize in axes. it soon became apparent I had psychic abilities, thus my mind needed to be trained as well, our oracles sentenced me to steady meditation until I could channel electric through myself, and tap into minds, forcing thoughts into them. I could fight with the warriors and think with the scholars of my breed, but they all spat on me because of my "dirty blood".
- One day I returned, and my father had been murdered. I inherited two runed, twin-bladed, diamond-edged axes from him, then once again cast out. Frenzied by my father's death, I returned for revenge and slaughtered everyone. The fathers, the mothers, the children. By the time I realized what I had done, it was too late, my hands and mind forever stained with the blood of my own people. After that, I guess I went a little crazy..
- Years passed, and I knew I had nothing left, but I continued to fight, not because I wanted to, just.. because.. I search for a reason to go on, wandering around, hoping to find acceptance, hoping to find a reason to go on with my blood stained life.
- This is the end, and this is my beginning. -
