Post by spiritsbreath on Oct 29, 2010 23:11:33 GMT -5
Name: Hryssar Kulazak (Hir-is-sar cull-oz-zach)
Age: 38
Gender: Male (but if there is too many male characters, I can easily play a female)
Species: saurian, Troodon
Height: Roughly 5 foot, 6 inches. but can streatch his legs and rise to about 6 foot 4 inches.
Location: Waterfall City
Personality: While normally enjoying a nice scroll to read, Hryssar finds peace looking out into the forests and the waterfalls misty clouds. While away from his tranquil home, he can enjoy a cup of tea to relax him from the days troubles.
He is normally a harmless figure, devoted to keep things skin to scale to any being. A secret is a part of someone, and to tell it is like doing an umentionable act of violence. Along with how he wishes other to do with his.
Some things can turn the kind troodon into a storm. Such as repeaded use of the word scalie, or pulling his tail. But what get him fired up is when he is helpless in a situation. such as when his partner Mark drowned due to his inability to swim.
Making him sad is easy. Bringing up what happened with mark in subtle ways is a deep hurt. Along with being forced into a state of submission.
Happiness can easily be bought with a new scroll for his collection, and a offer to go to the library is always available in a pinch. Fresh fruit does a little, being more useful when he is in a good mood already. Otherwise he rather enjoys being lightly rubbed/hugged. And preparring food in an artistic cullinary style. Even just for himself. He enjoys company, so long as they are respectful to his belongings. Especially a journal that Mark kept with him. Occasionally he would open it to relive memories from his closest friends view. Despite him not being there beside or even on top of him.
As much as he would keep it a secret, his belly is ticklish. As well as his tongue, but most don't pet his tongue to know that.
Bio: Hatched into saurian arms, and grew up in Waterfall City. The people were nice, always a few games to play with the other younglings. It seemed quite like a haven. Until Mark came into his life. He was nearly ten years of age at that time.
How they managed to become partners was and always will be a memory.
He realized how much he hated water when the rail at the edge of his home broke on him. Thus sending him down the waterfalls, gasping at any breath of air he could get. Almost as if fate was there, he went headfirst into destiny. As in his head collided with a large rock and was pulled out of the water as he started to sink down into the water.
First after being tended to for a small fracture along his calve, he used that time to talk and get a feel for Mark. Turning out, they were pretty alike apart from Marks urge to explore. Let alone explore the forest. And part of the sea four years after.
That was the night he could never forget, or forgive. Mark died because of him. While leaning over and looking under water, he was startled, sending his body into the water with a splash. He drifed down the chasm with the current, being united with his friend down the river.That is where it went horribly wrong. He was pulled out, but Mark was put in. Only fate was cruel to get him caught in something. Be it a stick or a rock, it was unknown. he tried to help, only the best he could do was to reach our with his tail and have his dear frined pull himself out. Only the pull never came.
Age: 38
Gender: Male (but if there is too many male characters, I can easily play a female)
Species: saurian, Troodon
Height: Roughly 5 foot, 6 inches. but can streatch his legs and rise to about 6 foot 4 inches.
Location: Waterfall City
Personality: While normally enjoying a nice scroll to read, Hryssar finds peace looking out into the forests and the waterfalls misty clouds. While away from his tranquil home, he can enjoy a cup of tea to relax him from the days troubles.
He is normally a harmless figure, devoted to keep things skin to scale to any being. A secret is a part of someone, and to tell it is like doing an umentionable act of violence. Along with how he wishes other to do with his.
Some things can turn the kind troodon into a storm. Such as repeaded use of the word scalie, or pulling his tail. But what get him fired up is when he is helpless in a situation. such as when his partner Mark drowned due to his inability to swim.
Making him sad is easy. Bringing up what happened with mark in subtle ways is a deep hurt. Along with being forced into a state of submission.
Happiness can easily be bought with a new scroll for his collection, and a offer to go to the library is always available in a pinch. Fresh fruit does a little, being more useful when he is in a good mood already. Otherwise he rather enjoys being lightly rubbed/hugged. And preparring food in an artistic cullinary style. Even just for himself. He enjoys company, so long as they are respectful to his belongings. Especially a journal that Mark kept with him. Occasionally he would open it to relive memories from his closest friends view. Despite him not being there beside or even on top of him.
As much as he would keep it a secret, his belly is ticklish. As well as his tongue, but most don't pet his tongue to know that.
Bio: Hatched into saurian arms, and grew up in Waterfall City. The people were nice, always a few games to play with the other younglings. It seemed quite like a haven. Until Mark came into his life. He was nearly ten years of age at that time.
How they managed to become partners was and always will be a memory.
He realized how much he hated water when the rail at the edge of his home broke on him. Thus sending him down the waterfalls, gasping at any breath of air he could get. Almost as if fate was there, he went headfirst into destiny. As in his head collided with a large rock and was pulled out of the water as he started to sink down into the water.
First after being tended to for a small fracture along his calve, he used that time to talk and get a feel for Mark. Turning out, they were pretty alike apart from Marks urge to explore. Let alone explore the forest. And part of the sea four years after.
That was the night he could never forget, or forgive. Mark died because of him. While leaning over and looking under water, he was startled, sending his body into the water with a splash. He drifed down the chasm with the current, being united with his friend down the river.That is where it went horribly wrong. He was pulled out, but Mark was put in. Only fate was cruel to get him caught in something. Be it a stick or a rock, it was unknown. he tried to help, only the best he could do was to reach our with his tail and have his dear frined pull himself out. Only the pull never came.