Post by Hawk on Aug 23, 2008 23:29:38 GMT -6
Name: Cyanea Eleri-Mihaeladirvyn
Age: Old
Gender: Male
Race: Opinicus (half-griffin, half-dragon)
Title: N/A
Personality: Cyanea’s an odd mixture of kind and cynical, stemming from his rather unique roots and upbringing. He’s polite in unfamiliar human company, but is forced to keep himself distanced because of his inability to complete an effective human form. Though not generally welcome in the company of griffins or dragons, if he did find himself in their company then he would be less peaceful, due to a bitterness he harbors for both of them. Generally though, his behavior depends mostly on the impression his company makes on him.
Appearance: Having the build of a somewhat slender man in his early twenties, Cy generally appears as a slightly tan average human being. However, he is set apart from them by a couple unique traits, one of which is his warm golden brownish blond hair, which is flecked with feathers of shades varying from a matching blond to chocolate brown to black and anywhere in between. His hair is cut in a shaggy manner to the length of said feathers in an attempt to make them more subtle. He also has eyes of a striking red-orange shade. Because of these oddities, he usually wears a hooded cape of some sort over his day-to-day clothing, allowing him to pull up the hood in company to better conceal these giveaways.
He’s spent next-to-no time in his bestial form because of his inability to use it as a kid, but if required, he can transform into his Opinicus state. Generally, it looks similar to a dragon in body shape, but instead of scales his body is covered in feathers in shades matching those that are found in his hair in humanoid form. His griffin heritage is also apparent in his legs, which have some similarities to those of a lion. His unique eyes also carry through to this form.
Weapon(s): Has only fought a couple times in his life, both of which were sprung upon him. Can use Opinicus form if need be, but has only basic to moderate skill with it. Possesses the ability to use dragon fire, though menial because of his mixed blood. Otherwise relies on fangs and claws for protection.
Element/Power: Other than the basic skills of his form, Cy also has the eyesight of an eagle, able to see things far in the distance as if they were right beside him. His claws possess healing powers, giving him limited curing abilities if he can make contact with the victim. Also, he can sense general powers and origins of those that approach him, as can all members of both sides of his parentage.
History: Mmm, I’m thinking that’s something he’d share only if you earned it. Sorry~ Must-know facts are that he isn’t welcome with the other griffins or the dragons that knew his parents, and that he travels without settling in a specific home. Has no lasting friends or companions besides his parents.
Please provide a brief RP sample:
Grabbing the last of his few belongings and placing them into one of the many inner pockets of his cape, Cyanea glanced one last time around the small room that he had called home for almost the last three weeks. Then, with a small but familiar sigh, he turned and walked out the doorway, beginning on his walk to the next town his feet carried him to.
He said no goodbyes, left behind nothing of himself. It was better that way, he’d discovered over time. Leaving things behind translated to the possibility of return, and that wasn’t something Cy could consider once someone had discovered his unique ‘condition’.
This time it had been his own mistake that had caused his uprooting. It had been a warm day, and his already elevated body temperature made the heat almost unbearable in such confined clothing, even if made of a breathable material. Planning to explore a bit in the forest and familiarize himself with more of the land, he quickly scanned the nearby area and when he found nobody nearby, decided to go with the more comfortable approach and leave his feathers uncovered. The walk was his first in a very long time without too many layers, both in clothing and in personality, and he reveled in the freedom of it, more at peace than he had been in a while.
The mistake came in his decision to lay down on a particularly soothing patch of grass in a clearing not far from the home he was now forced to leave behind. He fell asleep to the sound of the wind in the sky that he so loved, and awoke to the hushed breathing of two people other than himself. Young, though all humans were young even to a sky-flier youth like him. And in hiding, which implied that they felt they had something to hide from. He carried on from there in an auto-pilot state, taking the steps to assess their waves, identifying them as two of the girls he had seen in passing around the town, figure in how long it would take them to spread their news, take in the time of day and when would be best to leave, and figure out if he had any tasks to take care of before he departed.
It was then that one of them gained the courage to step out of the bushes. A girl he remembered speaking to a few times before, the daughter of one of the town’s merchants. He had to commend her for the act, since non-humans were generally not viewed positively. She took a single step towards him, before hesitating. A whispered question passed her lips, uncontainable. “….What are you…?”
Unable to contain a small chuckle that sounded harsh even to his own ears at the question, he tilted his head, assessing the girl momentarily. She had pluck to step out in front of him like that, and deserved more than just silence for her bravery. But, she also wasn’t a person he was willing to spill the truth to. “I’m one that’s neither here nor there,” he decided to share cryptically, going on to add with a smile tinged with just a hint of bitterness, “And by tomorrow, I’ll be but a memory.”
He then left the clearing and carried out his formerly organized plan, just like he always had. Which led to where he was now, homeless and alone once again.
And as he began his trudge to the next town, he couldn’t stop the familiar pang of pain from hitting him either. The pain of being forced to rely on only yourself, of having nobody you can trust. And the pain of leaving anyone who could possibly become that close to you behind in favor of ensuring your own safety, as well as theirs. Another step in the repeated pattern. Another step he liked to fool himself into thinking he was used to.
Age: Old
Gender: Male
Race: Opinicus (half-griffin, half-dragon)
Title: N/A
Personality: Cyanea’s an odd mixture of kind and cynical, stemming from his rather unique roots and upbringing. He’s polite in unfamiliar human company, but is forced to keep himself distanced because of his inability to complete an effective human form. Though not generally welcome in the company of griffins or dragons, if he did find himself in their company then he would be less peaceful, due to a bitterness he harbors for both of them. Generally though, his behavior depends mostly on the impression his company makes on him.
Appearance: Having the build of a somewhat slender man in his early twenties, Cy generally appears as a slightly tan average human being. However, he is set apart from them by a couple unique traits, one of which is his warm golden brownish blond hair, which is flecked with feathers of shades varying from a matching blond to chocolate brown to black and anywhere in between. His hair is cut in a shaggy manner to the length of said feathers in an attempt to make them more subtle. He also has eyes of a striking red-orange shade. Because of these oddities, he usually wears a hooded cape of some sort over his day-to-day clothing, allowing him to pull up the hood in company to better conceal these giveaways.
He’s spent next-to-no time in his bestial form because of his inability to use it as a kid, but if required, he can transform into his Opinicus state. Generally, it looks similar to a dragon in body shape, but instead of scales his body is covered in feathers in shades matching those that are found in his hair in humanoid form. His griffin heritage is also apparent in his legs, which have some similarities to those of a lion. His unique eyes also carry through to this form.
Weapon(s): Has only fought a couple times in his life, both of which were sprung upon him. Can use Opinicus form if need be, but has only basic to moderate skill with it. Possesses the ability to use dragon fire, though menial because of his mixed blood. Otherwise relies on fangs and claws for protection.
Element/Power: Other than the basic skills of his form, Cy also has the eyesight of an eagle, able to see things far in the distance as if they were right beside him. His claws possess healing powers, giving him limited curing abilities if he can make contact with the victim. Also, he can sense general powers and origins of those that approach him, as can all members of both sides of his parentage.
History: Mmm, I’m thinking that’s something he’d share only if you earned it. Sorry~ Must-know facts are that he isn’t welcome with the other griffins or the dragons that knew his parents, and that he travels without settling in a specific home. Has no lasting friends or companions besides his parents.
Please provide a brief RP sample:
Grabbing the last of his few belongings and placing them into one of the many inner pockets of his cape, Cyanea glanced one last time around the small room that he had called home for almost the last three weeks. Then, with a small but familiar sigh, he turned and walked out the doorway, beginning on his walk to the next town his feet carried him to.
He said no goodbyes, left behind nothing of himself. It was better that way, he’d discovered over time. Leaving things behind translated to the possibility of return, and that wasn’t something Cy could consider once someone had discovered his unique ‘condition’.
This time it had been his own mistake that had caused his uprooting. It had been a warm day, and his already elevated body temperature made the heat almost unbearable in such confined clothing, even if made of a breathable material. Planning to explore a bit in the forest and familiarize himself with more of the land, he quickly scanned the nearby area and when he found nobody nearby, decided to go with the more comfortable approach and leave his feathers uncovered. The walk was his first in a very long time without too many layers, both in clothing and in personality, and he reveled in the freedom of it, more at peace than he had been in a while.
The mistake came in his decision to lay down on a particularly soothing patch of grass in a clearing not far from the home he was now forced to leave behind. He fell asleep to the sound of the wind in the sky that he so loved, and awoke to the hushed breathing of two people other than himself. Young, though all humans were young even to a sky-flier youth like him. And in hiding, which implied that they felt they had something to hide from. He carried on from there in an auto-pilot state, taking the steps to assess their waves, identifying them as two of the girls he had seen in passing around the town, figure in how long it would take them to spread their news, take in the time of day and when would be best to leave, and figure out if he had any tasks to take care of before he departed.
It was then that one of them gained the courage to step out of the bushes. A girl he remembered speaking to a few times before, the daughter of one of the town’s merchants. He had to commend her for the act, since non-humans were generally not viewed positively. She took a single step towards him, before hesitating. A whispered question passed her lips, uncontainable. “….What are you…?”
Unable to contain a small chuckle that sounded harsh even to his own ears at the question, he tilted his head, assessing the girl momentarily. She had pluck to step out in front of him like that, and deserved more than just silence for her bravery. But, she also wasn’t a person he was willing to spill the truth to. “I’m one that’s neither here nor there,” he decided to share cryptically, going on to add with a smile tinged with just a hint of bitterness, “And by tomorrow, I’ll be but a memory.”
He then left the clearing and carried out his formerly organized plan, just like he always had. Which led to where he was now, homeless and alone once again.
And as he began his trudge to the next town, he couldn’t stop the familiar pang of pain from hitting him either. The pain of being forced to rely on only yourself, of having nobody you can trust. And the pain of leaving anyone who could possibly become that close to you behind in favor of ensuring your own safety, as well as theirs. Another step in the repeated pattern. Another step he liked to fool himself into thinking he was used to.