Post by Tanzir on Nov 8, 2010 14:21:31 GMT -5
[/b]TANZIR
[/center]~~~~~~ BASICS[/b]
Full Name: Tanzir (Or, human name, Henry Balor)
Nickname(s): Zir
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age/Birthday: 121 (His human form looks 30.)
Member Group: Dragon
~~~~~~ APPEARANCE[/b]
Character Portrayal (human form): Eric Bana
Hair: Dark, messy and wavy.
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6'3"
Individual Features: Small scar through his left eyebrow, larger scar down his chest.
Physical Description (for Dragons only):
~~~~~~ INFLUENCES[/b]
Family: Alzir (Father, Deceased), Yves (Mother)
Friends: None.
Enemies: Dark Dragons, The Midnight Dragon
Allegiance: Neutral
~~~~~~ PERSONALITY[/b]
Personality:
Tanzir, or Henry, is what people presume to be rough around the edges. He's quiet, gruff, keeps to himself most to the time and comes across as being generally unhappy. He's saddled with the pain of a guilty, terrible past, one that he hopes to make up for someday, but possibly never will. Having been outcast by his family, he is a lonely soul, short-tempered and doesn't interact with people much.
The old Tanzir though, one that still is under the tough exterior, was full of life, fun and happy. He had so much love for the humans and for magic, and believed in being honourable and protecting all that his father sought to uphold.
Likes:
~ Reading.
~ Singing.
~ Healing people.
~ Doing good.
~ His soul slowly healing.
Dislikes:
~ Being at odds with his own kind.
~ Dark Dragons and what they stand for.
~ Feeling like he will never be able to make up for past mistakes.
Fears:
~ Water.
~ Dying alone.
~~~~~~ HISTORY[/b]
History:
Tanzir was born and brought up in a time when Dragons were revered and worked together with humans to keep peace in the world. His father, Alzir, was one of the most powerful dragons that ever lived and held a lot of gravitas with dragons and humans alike. Tanzir was destined to fill his father's role as one of the leaders of the Dragon Council of the Northern hemisphere.
However, when he was still young - the mere age of 54 - his father was captured and killed by a group of starving humans, outlawed wrongly from the from the Kingdom by the King himself. In a fit of rage, Tanzir retaliated against the humans. The Midnight Dragon seized his chance to assert what he had been waiting for a very long time, and that was that humans had made the first move against them, and that they should fight back.
Tanzir did nothing to stop The Midnight Dragon. Filled with a burning rage over the murder of his father, he supported the splintering of the Dragon Council into two groups, the group upset by the turn of events but determined to save their own hides, and the group who led an assault the Kingdom. More Dragons began to defect from their positions over keeping the peace and joined their cause. A long, bloody, vicious war followed, the Dark Dragons fighting against their own kind and the humans.
Near fatally wounded, Tanzir retreated from battle, stranded in a place of solitude while he healed. He was weary from fighting, and being away from the melee and the influence of The Midnight Dragon, gave his otherwise clever mind a chance to clear. He realised just what he had done to the world; doomed human and dragon kind to lifetimes of hatred and prejudice - he had destroyed their ways of life in one foul and angry move and now... he was beginning to regret it.
He never returned to the fight, shamed into hiding, hated by his own kind and the humans, he spent a lot of time on his own, honing his magic and living in his human form. In small ways he tried to make up for the destruction that he caused, but with no allies, the difference he can make is limited. He currently lives in a small village outside the main citadel under the name Henry Balor. He is seen as somewhat of a hermit, but is called upon to heal when one of the villagers is ill.
Random Facts:
~ He reads extensively, old magical texts and runes but also more modern texts as well, he finds them fascinating.
~ Although he enjoys singing, it would take great powers of persuasion to coax it out of him.
~ He has always hoped that one day he would love another, whether it be human or dragon, but as the days go by, he fears it will never happen.
~ His human form doesn't appear to age.
~ His skin is very tough.
~ He is a skilled fighter, but has vowed never to kill another human being or dragon ever again.
~~~~~~ PLAYER[/b]
Name: Becky
Age: 20
RP Experience: Eight years, various fandoms. Run three sites.
Any Other Characters? None here.
RP Sample:
Will breathed heavily, his hand still clutched Natalie's tightly as they ran. His Dad hadn't made it easy for them to escape; there'd been three other goons posted at the secret exit Will had been forced to use. Refusing to let any more blood be shed, he merely rendered two of them unconscious with a few well placed moves - not before receiving a bash in the head himself - and Natalie took care of the other one. Knowing that time was of the essence, he didn't want to pause for anything, but knelt down to rummage around in the men's pockets, pulling out a couple of wallets and a pen. He scribbled something on one of the guy's credit cards then tossed it into the verge - hopefully Anna would find it later.
They'd then taken off to the South, heading into the forest surrounding the house, Will's mind racing the whole way. They needed somewhere to lay low, to get their bearings, and figure out how the hell they were going to fix this. The problem was, a swarm of other thoughts were swirling round Will's head too. Why hadn't his Dad killed them? Was it just to frame them? Or hadn't he wanted to? He could have shot Natalie, made it look like an accident. Hell, he could have shot Will and done the same, but he hadn't. WHY?
Mentally slapping himself, he shoved all thoughts to one side and concentrated; get Natalie to safety.
If he remembered rightly, which he always did, one of his old college buddies - who had gone on to become a world leader in the neuroscience field - kept an old apartment of his in Manchester for whenever he came back to visit family or friends, or when he was attending conferences in the area. Will highly doubted that he was there right now, and he knew the pass code to the door. Hurrah, finally an idea!
Once they reached the outer limits of the city, he slowed down to a walk - he couldn't feel his feet burning or his head throbbing through the adrenline - and led them directly to the place, sneaking them into the building the back way. Only once they were safely inside the apartment did he stop and look at Natalie. Exhausted didn't even begin to cover it. And he was sure she had about as many questions as he did, if not more.
Not entirely sure what he should or could say, he tugged her close, pulling her into a hug, his breath unsteady."You're safe," he said, "we're safe, it's okay." He was saying it to himself as much as he was to her.
Spiritus Draco: Gosh, that's toasty.
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