Post by kinok on Sept 9, 2017 22:28:16 GMT -5
Your username: Kinok
Character's name: Crag Wyvernheart
Character's age: 16
Character's attitude: Crag is very proud, headstrong, and stubborn. When he has his mind set on something few things can change it. Crag is cursed with the hot blood of youth and his blood burns for adventure, drink, and woman. Things he has no shame indulging in when traveling and taking residence at a inn. Crag does not care about politics but he does hold the riders in high regard. Loyal to a fault, this is a man you can count on to crack some skulls when you count him among your friends. He is not the subtle type in appearance or actions so he stands out among the crowd. To sum it all up he is like a dragon in personality. Practical and straight to the point, Crag believes strength is all he needs in life to solve pretty much anything.
Character's Race: Human Skin walker
Character's appearance: Crag is a strong man with a barrel chest and arms like tree trunks. He has a good sized beard and keeps it clean and respectable. The hair on his head is shoulder length and straight, like his beard it is jet black. Crag for the most part has boring brown human eyes. He likes to wear animal skins like a barbarian from the legends of old. Sometimes he does not wear anything on his upper body at all. It all depends on the weather and his mood.
His other form is dragon like in appearance save for a few differences. Crag has no wings and lacks the swan like curve of the neck that dragons have. His body is covered in grey dull colored scales and his arms have rock like growths on them. His body structure is very similar to the big cats of the wilds only he is about the size of a horse on all fours. With wicked dragon like horns and teeth he has quite the predatory appearance.
Character's allegiance: Riders
Weapons: Nothing but the gifts that he was born with. Weapons, armor, and magic are for the weak.
Other Info: Crag can shape shift into a grey wingless dragon like creature as large as a horse and strong beyond measure. Practically a walking siege engine. If Crag gets a hold of anything in his jaws or arms covered in rock like growths, it wont end well for them. But strength has cost him speed and balance. While he appears a wingless dragon he is not and never will be capable of breathing fire. Changing forms is a painful and physically traumatic affair and it leaves him completely helpless and devoid of all energy and strength for up to 10 or 15 minutes.
History: There have long existed legends about shape shifters in the world from every race. Skin walkers as they are sometimes called. Crag is such a man that was born in a quiet village in the nation of Ismalia near the Gildor Lake. While the exact reason for Crags gift is not known, many in the village suspect it was the ancient magic in the land itself that caused it.
In the end it did not really matter and Crag grew and lived out his life helping his father work the family forge. Working fire to bend and shape metal to his will. Be it either to repair the mill at lake or build weapons and armor to sell to travelers in search of fortune and glory. Wyvernheart took to working the forge in his other form a lot as the heat did not burn his scales like it would the skin of his human form. It seemed Crag was meant to work the forge as he took to it like a fish took to water.
In time his father shared the family secret of how to work sky metal. Or sky iron as many called the mysterious ore that fell from the stars to the earth at night. While Crag was content at first to work the forge of his fathers making repairs to the village and hammering out armor and weapons for warriors and adventurers. His blood started to burn like the fires of the forge that he worked. Crag was sick and tired of watching others go off on adventures and foreign lands with all kinds of story's to tell.
Crag wanted to leave the quiet of the village and have his own stories to tell. Having grown up hearing the tales of the riders and there fabled dragon fire forge in New Doru Arabea, Crag had made up his mind to leave the peace and quiet of his village to seek out adventure and perhaps even the rider themselves. Crag was gifted at working the forge and knew long lost secrets of forging the sky iron of fallen stars. If there was anyone in this world worthy of creating weapons and armor for the famous riders, Crag felt it was him. In his travels he would even boast that elven smith masters pale in his shadow. A boastful claim, but then again perhaps it was not. Only time would tell.
Role Play Sample:
Crag stood naked in his dragon like form stepping on the bellows to blow air into the hearth of the mud and brick hearth. The coals and fire flaring brightly as the air fed it. Crag enjoyed the waved of heat washing over his naked scaled body that was hot enough to burn the hair off of his human bodies arms. He was always most happy working the forge. Now taking the blowing blade of the sword he was working on out the fire, Crag turned around towards the elevated anvil off the ground and started to hammer at the blade.
Each strike of the hammer shaping and forming the glowing hot metal to his will with a cascade of sparks in the night. Crag needed coin for his travels so working at the town blacksmith was the most logical thing to do. But his boss was not exactly pleased in Crags methods. The old white haired man came out and observed Crag as he worked and said. "I don't want you working the forge without a apron on next time. I have heard complaints about your nakedness."
Crag did not turn to look at his employer and instead continued to work at the sword. "Do dogs wear clothing? Do dragons? The forge is hot and clothing catches fire unlike me. It is not practical and it is stupid." Crag thought this reason was enough for his employer to leave the matter alone but he soon found out otherwise as the old man crossed his arms in equal defiance. "I don't care, nobody wants to be looking at your bits while you work the iron bits for the horse stables. Wear a smith apron, that should be enough to hide your shame. I expect you to be wearing it in the morning."
With that the old smith walked away signaling that the conversation was over and not negotiable. Crag finished hammering out the sword blade and submerged the glowing metal into a barrel of water. It hissed loudly and after a moment Crag pulled it out to set on a table with the others. "There will not be a tomorrow old man." Crag muttered and picked up his payment for the day off a table. Tossing the bag of coin up and down in his claws to listen to the jingle Crag walked off into the night. The road was calling to him and the adventures that came with it.
That and the lack of agility. He could punch through boulders and fling them with ease. But against a elf or nimble human? They could use there wits and speed to tangle him up easy enough. XD Crag is not exactly a tactician.
