Post by typhon on Jul 26, 2015 10:27:35 GMT -7
Name:
Typhon Hausmith-Breed
Nicknames:
Ty
Gender:
Male
Race:
Dragon-Devil half breed with elven and primordial blood.
Class:
sorcerer-fighter/blood rager.
Alignment:
Varies. Neutral with tendencies to both good and evil.
Age:
12
Apparent age:
16
Deity/Religion:
None/Artic
Body Type:
Gangly but muscular, growing more sure of himself each day.
Height:
Some five feet, four inches.
Weight:
150 pounds
Complexion:
scaly in his draconic form, smooth and pale in his elven form.
Hair:
Black and long, spilling nearly down tot he base of his tail like a mane.
Eyes:
Blue in his dragon form. One red and one blue in his elven form. Both bright red when angered.
Handedness:
Right.
Scars:
Most halve healed but small nicks and cuts can still be found in his scales, including some large ones on his wing bones.
Other Identifying Marks:
In elven form he has a red dragon tattoo that coils about his chest with the head int he palm of his right hand.
Occupation:
Prince of the Nexus. Wild child. Mauler of poachers and slavers. Protector of the woods.
Mannerisms:
Very friendly and cheerful and curious. Always willing to make friends and learn new things. Enjoys a good fight and other ways to burn energy, of which he has a great deal. Can be thoughtful about the world and his place in it, particularly given his dual nature and the things he must do to survive. When those he cares for are endangered he can become enraged to the point of destruction.
Likes:
Fire and heat. Nature and animals. Wind and flying. Learning new things and training with weapons. Eating meat, whether raw or well cooked. Music. A good fight.
Dislikes:
Slavers and poachers. The cold. Schemes and twisty, backstabbing betrayals. Those who hide behind hired thugs instead fighting for themselves.
Skills:
Survival skills. Tracking. Reading. Weapon skills.
Magic:
Elemental magic, especially fire and wind but with lesser control over others. Learning primordial magics, communication with elementals and ki.
Strengths:
Sheer magical power, strength, speed and durability. Ability to wield all different weapons. Natural weaponry in his claws, teeth, and the ability to form weapons out of elements. Ability to breathe fire.
Weaknesses:
Cold iron. Preference for action rather than subtlety. Still learning the full extent of his abilities and magic.
Resistances:
Completely immune to fire, natural or otherwise, although holy and unholy fire still affect him.
Relationship Status:
Boyfriend and intended to Luccile Vestillen.
Family:
Artic Celest (mother), Ezekiel Nigellus (father), Veruen Hausmith (stepfather), Isaac, Hector and Jas (older brothers and sisters), Kaska Danika (step sister)
Description:
Default body: The young, red scaled dragon stood at some five feet, four inches tall, his frame lean but nonetheless muscular and tough with a pair of scaly wings folded in neatly behind his back. Glowing blue eyes sit in his head and a messy mane of black hair spills down his back nearly reaching the base of his long, thin tail which flicks and curls constantly about his splayed digitigrade feet. A single tentacle hangs from just below his wings, curling about his waist like a belt. He goes bare chested even in cold weather as though lit by an inner fire, and as such the series of white scars over his chest, shoulders and neck where scales were sliced apart can be clearly seen. Quiet and unusually serious for a child, particularly one of 12.
Elfen form: The young elfen boy stood at some five feet, four inches tall and dressed in simple if well made clothing, dark clothes of mostly black and red. Sleek and lean and definitely bishounen, he smiles politely in a way that reaches his eyes, one blue and one black. His hand raises to wave in greetings revealing the head of a red dragon tattoo nestled n his palm. Very calm, polite and gentle, the beautiful young boy never seems to fight, as though he doesn't want to hurt anyone.
Bio: Typhon has lived most of his life in The Nexus, barring times when he's escaped to go nosing about the world outside. Born with a goddess dragon for a mother and a devil lord for a father, it wasn't until he was eight years old when he met his birth father and learned that he was going to be...different while growing up. That he would have different needs and desires and cares. Ty accepted this readily...after all, it was his father speaking. Though they had known each other for only a short time he rapidly came to love him like his mother and stepfather. And it was because of this that he had no doubts going in when his father said he would need to train him to use his power.
Training was brutal and violent. Typhon was nearly killed many times and was left with PTSD by the time his father judged him able to survive on his own, although subsequent sessions were always educational, though not always so death defying. He could have ended up mentally scarred if he hadn't met an elf girl named Luccile. Time spent with his new friend helped to sooth him and give him perspective on his life. What he was capable of...that he had great destruction at his fingertips...that he needed to eat intelligent beings to survive and stay strong...that there was great destruction that threatened the Nexus, seeking to end his world. He decided then that whatever else happened, he needed to get stronger and learn to master himself, so that whatever side of his nature he embraced his world and thosse he loved would remain.
Typhon Hausmith-Breed
Nicknames:
Ty
Gender:
Male
Race:
Dragon-Devil half breed with elven and primordial blood.
Class:
sorcerer-fighter/blood rager.
Alignment:
Varies. Neutral with tendencies to both good and evil.
Age:
12
Apparent age:
16
Deity/Religion:
None/Artic
Body Type:
Gangly but muscular, growing more sure of himself each day.
Height:
Some five feet, four inches.
Weight:
150 pounds
Complexion:
scaly in his draconic form, smooth and pale in his elven form.
Hair:
Black and long, spilling nearly down tot he base of his tail like a mane.
Eyes:
Blue in his dragon form. One red and one blue in his elven form. Both bright red when angered.
Handedness:
Right.
Scars:
Most halve healed but small nicks and cuts can still be found in his scales, including some large ones on his wing bones.
Other Identifying Marks:
In elven form he has a red dragon tattoo that coils about his chest with the head int he palm of his right hand.
Occupation:
Prince of the Nexus. Wild child. Mauler of poachers and slavers. Protector of the woods.
Mannerisms:
Very friendly and cheerful and curious. Always willing to make friends and learn new things. Enjoys a good fight and other ways to burn energy, of which he has a great deal. Can be thoughtful about the world and his place in it, particularly given his dual nature and the things he must do to survive. When those he cares for are endangered he can become enraged to the point of destruction.
Likes:
Fire and heat. Nature and animals. Wind and flying. Learning new things and training with weapons. Eating meat, whether raw or well cooked. Music. A good fight.
Dislikes:
Slavers and poachers. The cold. Schemes and twisty, backstabbing betrayals. Those who hide behind hired thugs instead fighting for themselves.
Skills:
Survival skills. Tracking. Reading. Weapon skills.
Magic:
Elemental magic, especially fire and wind but with lesser control over others. Learning primordial magics, communication with elementals and ki.
Strengths:
Sheer magical power, strength, speed and durability. Ability to wield all different weapons. Natural weaponry in his claws, teeth, and the ability to form weapons out of elements. Ability to breathe fire.
Weaknesses:
Cold iron. Preference for action rather than subtlety. Still learning the full extent of his abilities and magic.
Resistances:
Completely immune to fire, natural or otherwise, although holy and unholy fire still affect him.
Relationship Status:
Boyfriend and intended to Luccile Vestillen.
Family:
Artic Celest (mother), Ezekiel Nigellus (father), Veruen Hausmith (stepfather), Isaac, Hector and Jas (older brothers and sisters), Kaska Danika (step sister)
Description:
Default body: The young, red scaled dragon stood at some five feet, four inches tall, his frame lean but nonetheless muscular and tough with a pair of scaly wings folded in neatly behind his back. Glowing blue eyes sit in his head and a messy mane of black hair spills down his back nearly reaching the base of his long, thin tail which flicks and curls constantly about his splayed digitigrade feet. A single tentacle hangs from just below his wings, curling about his waist like a belt. He goes bare chested even in cold weather as though lit by an inner fire, and as such the series of white scars over his chest, shoulders and neck where scales were sliced apart can be clearly seen. Quiet and unusually serious for a child, particularly one of 12.
Elfen form: The young elfen boy stood at some five feet, four inches tall and dressed in simple if well made clothing, dark clothes of mostly black and red. Sleek and lean and definitely bishounen, he smiles politely in a way that reaches his eyes, one blue and one black. His hand raises to wave in greetings revealing the head of a red dragon tattoo nestled n his palm. Very calm, polite and gentle, the beautiful young boy never seems to fight, as though he doesn't want to hurt anyone.
Bio: Typhon has lived most of his life in The Nexus, barring times when he's escaped to go nosing about the world outside. Born with a goddess dragon for a mother and a devil lord for a father, it wasn't until he was eight years old when he met his birth father and learned that he was going to be...different while growing up. That he would have different needs and desires and cares. Ty accepted this readily...after all, it was his father speaking. Though they had known each other for only a short time he rapidly came to love him like his mother and stepfather. And it was because of this that he had no doubts going in when his father said he would need to train him to use his power.
Training was brutal and violent. Typhon was nearly killed many times and was left with PTSD by the time his father judged him able to survive on his own, although subsequent sessions were always educational, though not always so death defying. He could have ended up mentally scarred if he hadn't met an elf girl named Luccile. Time spent with his new friend helped to sooth him and give him perspective on his life. What he was capable of...that he had great destruction at his fingertips...that he needed to eat intelligent beings to survive and stay strong...that there was great destruction that threatened the Nexus, seeking to end his world. He decided then that whatever else happened, he needed to get stronger and learn to master himself, so that whatever side of his nature he embraced his world and thosse he loved would remain.
