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| Topic Started: Jun 29 2010, 01:30 AM (203 Views) | |
| Sangyne | Jun 29 2010, 01:30 AM Post #1 |
You are in my space... GET OUT
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Ghost If you Want to Live, You Cannot be afraid to Die. Name- Ghost Age-27 Gender-Male Style- European Name Meaning- Reflects his appearance and his history. Clan-Bahiri Clan Position-Normal member Desired Magic- Water-Mastered Ice-Very Strong Darkness-Mastered Occupation-Normally can be seen around Dyaevien and Daynchie. Reason why is unknown. Attributes- Intellgence, Veteran, Speed, Logic Sense. Height- 28 ft Length- 56 feet Wingspan- 112feet Rider- Not in Database. Tango Down. Personality Traits- Ghost's personailty is like a complicated piece of machinery. A clock. It ticks, moves, and spins quickly, weaving answers and everything else that it may need. Taking in knowledge, and giving it out to others who need it. Ghost's knowledge is ever expanding. He knows what the feel of the bullet across scale is. He knows the stench of death... Knows what Death looks like. He is not afraid to die, but he knows that when he does... He will not be able to cheat again. Ghost is critical about others. He is not quick to hostility, but he knows the right from the wrong. To him, there is much grey in the world, not just black and white. His attitude towards others is calm unless in a fight. In a fight he can be decieving, but that is because that is how he learned to fight. To Kill before you are killed. Ghost's entire mental state is completley stable, despite all he has gone through on a battle field and off the field of battle. He can think calmly, his moral seem straight enough, and he knows proper dicipline. He is not abusive, but he can be ruthless. He had the closest thing ripped away, but he was glad for it. You cannot hold him down. He has no strings. No ping, nothing can stop him for doing as he wishes. He is not told to go or do anything anymore. Ghost is free. But the words of his fighting days are still embedded and show when he speaks. He is used to giving command, after the loss of his "Rider" He was the one giving the commands. The Enemy of my Enemy Is My Friend. Physique- Ghost is a plain white dragon, with black markings. There is spots of darker gray, that follow hollower parts of his body. Such as his snout, below his eyes, his under jaw, ribcage, throat, tail, and some parts of his legs. These are not markings. These are actual sunken in bits of his flesh. Mostly from starvation. His black markings range from atop his head giving him a "skull" Like marking on his head, to down his spine, showing a skeleton like marking. along his legs, near the forearm of the front legs, is two arcs of black markings, one atop the other, approximetely an inch apart. His spineal cord is able to seen, the spikes protruding from his each vertebrae. His tail is long, a deadly weapon as any. There are spikes along the tip that can lay flat, and open up as well. Ghost's skull is of a moderate size. Not too long, not too short and the physique of it is simliar to that of a dog. His left eye is completely black, while his right eye is completely white. The White eye is blind. There is a scar over the white eye, and one under the black eye. Three across his muzzle, two on his left shoulder, and on acoss his right front paw. Ghost'supper teeth and primary fang tend to show over his lower lip. His neck is not long, but it is not short either. It is thickly muscled. Ghost has no fins. He however has scales that overlap into each other so much, that they cannot be seen. When light flashes off his scales, it is almost as if they are glass. Giving the reflection glare off of them. Ghost loves Winter. He can blend in well into the winter because of his white scales. But the problem is.. His black markings. This is where the wings come to play. His wings are white onto, translucent, but in the snow, will block out any color on his body. They hold a dark grey tint underneath the wing and hold no markings at all. The only time there are markings, is when Ghost is using his Darkness Magic, where a symbol will appear on his wings momentarily, and then disapear. Ghost enjoys laying out in the sun, but he can swim. He likes to swim, but its not his top priority. Ghost's claws are fasinating in themselves. His claws are retractible as he is a plantigrade in both the front foot and the back. The claws are hollow halfway through. The tips and other half of the claw are not. This is because when his claws retract, they overlap the "Finger" of his paw. Giving the bone look appearance over his fingers. His front paws have four fingers and an oppisble like thumb, while his back have three toes, and one higher up on the ankle. Ghost's underbelly is white. Everybody Deserves a Second Chance.. This one is mine. Background History- Ghost does not remember his family. How could he? He has been fighting as long as he can remember. Fighting against machines... Mechanically bioengineered Dragons. Created with the intention of killing off the living dragons. These Bioengineered Dragons were created by a facility found on Ghost's home Planet. Ghost was one of the Dragons who saw the day of judgement... The explosion... A nuclear eruption that wiped off many... Leaving only a few left. Ghost was forced to fend his own, Fighting just to survive, and to take out every machine Draogn he came across till they were all destroyed. -The Only Easy day was yesterday- The Explosion... It was the last thing I saw before I woke up. The smell of carnage... Blood.. and besides me... The dead weight of my Rider. Nothing left of him but bones. The flesh charred off by the nuclear eruption. The Nuclear explosion that was set off, was enough to kill off anything that could not withstand it, or was just too close. Set off by the company creating the mechanical Dragons, Ghost was one of the few survivors left. He was however... Torn from his rider who was slaughtered by the blast. Ghost found ruins everywhere... Ruins. Nothing more. Destroyed buildings, torn down signs... Everything was just destroyed. Ghost had wandered around, looking for anything, or one, who was still alive. His entire mind set... His rider was dead. He was alone. He had one goal.. Kill them all. Every machine. Every person affiliated with machines.. Kill them. Because if someone did not... The Machines would win. Ghost sought for a living being. And in deed, he found suriviors. He came across a dragon named Daynchie. Daynchie, only a young female, she was alone, her mother killed by the blast. Ghost took her with him, and she helped him. She helped him find survivors.. And together they managed to find an entire fortress of not only the Dragons, but the humans who survived as well. -Just like old Times- The price we pay for War.... Its all a system. The rich ones don't see it... But I don't think they ever will. Just liek we will never see it. We will be dead before we see the end of the reciept. Marcius. He arrived shortly. Coming into the group, loving, playful.. .Deadly. Ghost liked Marcius for a while. Until the young Dragon began to show potentil signs of danger. He would leave frequently, not seen for days until he returned tired, broken, but he always seemed to keep his joyfulness. Ghost let him be. But a Dragon named Dimitir did not. Dimitri was Ghost's closest friend, the deep blue dragon just as experienced in the battle as Ghost was. The two were best friends. And both of them lost their riders together. Dimitri despised Marcius. Trying to follow the dragon everywhere, find out where he went in the middle of the night. One day he convinced Ghost to follow, and Ghost came with him. Following the little child to where he went. They left the safe haven far behind, going into machine territory. And then they found him. Marcius was hidden deep inside of the valley, underground... Building. Ghost had come to him, and he asked him, what was he doing? Marcius was silent. He did not answer. He kept working, and then Dimitri attacked him. Marcius, out of self defense... Killed Dimitri. -Burn um out- Fire.. It'll burn them.. It will burn them all. Melt there core to nothing. Kill them off.. They won't stand a chance. After Dimitri's death, Ghost was destrought. He did not blame Marcius, for Marcius was acting out of self defense and that was left as that. But Ghost did not prod into the younger one's buisness. It was no longerr a concern. Marcius was of his own accord, set to do his own things. His own path, now diverted from the others. Ghost had a problem. He needed to get rid of the front line base of Mechanical Dragons, or Severean As they had began to be called. Ghost had one option in doing this.. Burn 'Um out. He led a fleet of dragons, sent to burn the other's out completely. Hoping the fire power would melt the mechanical dragons.. He was so very...Very wrong. Instead of destroying the Mechanical dragons, they entreaded further to the safe point, and killed Ghost's entire fleet.. Leaving him alone. He had to get back.. And he had to quickly. -Evasion- You knew this would Happen.. We All knew. Ghost made it back.. But he was too late. Everything was dead. He searched for anyone, anything.. Nothing. Not even Dyanchie and Dyaevien. Everything was either dead.. Or gone. He searched the wreckage, and found a metallic rose. He kept it, searching ever more... He did not see Marcius among the wreckage either... Worry filled him. Had the Mechanical dragons taken the younger ones for hostage? Or some other reason? He snarled.. they had taken down the last defense.. His plan was gone. His plan to have the world safe was dead... IT was over. They had won. -End Game- I'll kill them all...Every last one of the bastards. Ghost Had one more goal... Rush in, kill them all. If he made it.. He would die along with the wreckage.. If not.. Someone else had to be alive. Before he could even begin to rush in though.. He came across another.. Her name was Saphyrree. She told him she was after a young dragon, but gave no name. She knew where he was. Ghost nodded as she said he was in the machine territory and the two set off. The plan... There was no plan. There never was.. And that was what killed the last stand. -Estate Takedown- Do not die on me! Ghost and Saphyrree infiltrated the mechanical base. Thehy got in, but what they found... Was the end. Taking down evreything they could, the weakness of the mechanical dragons, their skulls. The brain was the key, take it out, the beast was useless. But that took trickery.. and what they saw in the base... Was Marcius. Marcius killed Saphyrree, and Saphyrree screamed his name. She knew him. she had given away Ghost and her, not knowing Marcius was how he was and the machines came and killed her and Marcius... Well.. He disposed of Ghost rather quickly... -The Boneyard- Let me Die here... Ghost woke in a literal boneyard. He dragged himself up, trying to get away. To wake up. Something was not right. Everything was dead.. Why wasn't he? He groaned and stood, making his way as he best could. Weak, trembling, he looked around, the bones... Were not bones. He was dillusional. These were trees. He searched for something, anything, and he found nothing. He growled and took a step forward, collapsed.. and passed out again. When he woke, he felt better, he could hear water. Water... He needed water. Making to the sound, he found the Coast of the Bahiri Clan, where he found his home, and he stayed... Trying to keep the nightmare of the Mehcanical dragons away.. this didn't last long. He met Dyaevien again, and Dyanchie.. No, no dream. Reunited with the two, he kept them at close watch, but then he found something all the more scary... Marcius... Falling, burning from the sky, landing.. and he saw the Metallic sheen.. the Metal yet living breathing thing. He wanted to kill it. Kill it and let it die. He lunged, but Marcius got away.. New wings... Metal wings.. New life... New Blood... He would kill Marcius if it was the last thing he ever did. I will know everything... When I realize I know nothing. Edited by Sangyne, Jul 3 2010, 09:24 PM.
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| Sangyne | Jul 3 2010, 09:26 PM Post #2 |
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You are in my space... GET OUT
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All done! x} |
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| wyvern95 | Jul 3 2010, 10:00 PM Post #3 |
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I'd be careful if I were Marcius XD Awesome as always Sang. Accepted. Your character has been accepted. |
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