Post by Uzotre on Mar 11, 2011 17:49:52 GMT -5
[/b]Uzotre
~~~~~~ BASICS[/b]
Full Name: Uzotre Blacktail
Nickname(s): Goes by John Blacktail as a human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age/Birthday: 293/August 12
Member Group: Dragons
~~~~~~ APPEARANCE[/b]
Character Portrayal (human form):
Play By: Oscar Isaac
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark Brownish/Black with a Hint of Red
Height: 6’ 1”
Individual Features:
Is a slightly muscular tall individual with short curly hair. He has a small beard that is kept clean and groomed and a large scar goes down the right side of his face over his eye, a remenant of his dragon form. He usually wears dark clothes and enjoys carrying some form of weapon or defense upon himself.
Physical Description:
Uzotre has a large claw mark running down his face, over his right eye and jaw, a “trophy” from a battle of old. He also shows several similar scars along his body. His eyes are a deep red, a sign of his alignment and decision to abandon peace.
~~~~~~ INFLUENCES[/b]
Family: Hama (Father) and Kna (Mother), All Deceased
Friends: Never Has or Wanted
Enemies: Every Human in the World
Allegiance: Evil
~~~~~~ PERSONALITY[/b]
Personality:
Uzotre is malice’s and hateful. He hates all humans, (given his history), and feels a slight hatred towards the good dragons who have decided to aid the humans. He does however respect all dragons, thinking them a superior race. Even the good dragons he will attempt to take down with words rather than action, although if push comes to shove Uzotre will show no restraint or mercy. Uzotre is not necessarily aligned and aiding the Midnight Dragon and his conquest, however he will not show open hostility towards these evil dragons. Instead he merely attempts to avoid them and not draw their attention.
Uzotre is greedy and power hungry. Although his quest in life is driven by revenge, he will stop along the way and pick up a few valuable items, or several hundred of them. He enjoys wealth in any form, and is rumored to keep a cave of treasure, although if this rumor is true Uztore neither shows nor wants to tell others. Uzotre is also power hungry, wanting to prove himself the meanest and toughest dragon in the world. This also leads to the point that Uzotre is extremely arrogant and prideful. He thinks he is the best in everything, even better than the Midnight Dragon, and he has no problem proving this. His pride and arrogance can lead him to bad situations however and more than once he has gotten himself in trouble.
Uzotre is a silent hunter. He rarely wants to meet other dragons and has never taken any friends or companions. If engaged in speech Uzotre will remain reserved, barely speaking and wishing the entire time the dragon will just go away. Uzotre has also been known to have quite a temper, and if the wrong thing is said Uztore may take rash action. Uzotre is average when it comes to dragon intelligence, but he holds a large amount of natural cunning. He knows how to get what he wants and how to perform the tasks he wishes performed. He can bend other weak souls to do his bidding and can spread lies and deceit with abandon, with usually destructive results.
Overall Uzotre is a mean killing machine bent on destruction and the end to mankind. He will do whatever it takes to get his revenge, whether it means success or death at the hands of his most hated enemy.
Likes: Power, wealth, fame, human suffering, other dragons, freedom
Dislikes: Humans, captivity, oppression of dragons
Fears: Failure to complete revenge, destruction of the dragons
~~~~~~ HISTORY[/b]
History:
Uztore was born like many other dragons, the dragonling on two happy parents, Hama and Kna. At an early age Uzotre’s interests and physical body were definetly beginning to show. Although he would learn of ancient lore and knowledge like any others, he would not stress of this information and would not strive for it himself. Instead Uzotre had an intrest for hunting as well as for fighting with the other dragonlings. His body had grown to be strong and quick, and from this and his many victories in the dragonlings sparring it became clear that Uzotre would become a powerful and dangerous dragon if fought. He also learned magic like many of the dragons, but when it came to fighting Uzotre preferred physical melee to using magic.
It was in his early “adulthood” that the dragons had begun to abuse their magic and the war between humans and dragons began. Uzotre and his family tried to remain neutral, simply wanting their simple and happy lives to continue unhindered. Uzotre knew little of the war at this point, and favored his parent’s decision. But this happiness was short lived, and this fantasy too much to believe. Uzotres mother, Kna, was murdered by another good dragon who believed that she was one of the evil dragons when Kna killed another human defending their lair. Although this human was warned and in fact attacked Kna first, the other dragon failed to realize this or simply did not care. His father, enraged at this, went out and killed the good dragon that committed the murder. Although victories, his father acquired grave wounds that day and would be crippled for the rest of his life.
For the next several years the two enjoyed a sad yet quiet life away from the humans and the war. Uzotre learned to coup without his mother and continued on with his life. However it was at this time that he began getting more and more interested with humans and the war, who up to this point he had not encountered on a frequent basis or had simply just not cared. He would constantly fly over human villages and cities and observe how their “strange” lives operated. Although many were fearful of his presence, they noticed he did not attack them and eventually got used to the fact that he was neutral in the war. Around this time was also when Uzotre first began witnessing the war of the dragons and humans. Upon one such excursion he witnessed another dragon fighting and being killed by the so called “hunters” of the humans. Although this encounter frightened Uzotre, he thought little about it.
This innocence would also not last like many things in Uzotre’s life. Once the humans found out about his father’s deed at killing one of the good dragons, who had apparently bonded with another human and was well known throughout the land, a dragon hunter was hired to exact revenge. The hunter found Hama’s and Uzotre’s lair after several months and assaulted Hama. Crippled for fighting the good dragon years ago, Hama stood little chance. The hunter made quick work of the aging dragon and then fled the lair. Uzotre was away at the time hunting, and when he returned he found his father dead. This was a life changing moment for Uzotre, and would ultimately change his destiny for the rest of his life.
It was this event that changed him from an innocent and neutral dragon, to an evil dragon bent on the destruction on humankind. His real goal that he vowed that day over the body of his father would be to exact revenge upon the hunter and his family. However he would not care whether he took any others down in his quest, especially if they were humans, Uzotre ultimate enemy in the world. Enraged however, Uzotre did not simply leave and begin searching. He wanted blood for his father’s death.
Leaving his father’s body Uzotre flew towards the countryside. He was heading for one of the many villages that he used to view on his flies in the countryside. Finding the village Uzotre attacked in blind rage. The village was small and had little defense against Uzotre’s might. He made quick work of the village, and not a single inhabitant escaped. Satisfied with this carnage Uzotre left, leaving behind only scorched huts and the lives of many villagers. It was his first taste of blood, and his first expierence of killing others, but it would not be his last. His change in allegiance and demeanor that day also affected his physical self. His purple scales darkened and turned to black and dark purple. His yellow eyes darkened to a dark red, eyes that would forever be filled with hatred.
This is where the tale of Uzotre begins, one that promises to be filled with destruction and vengeance. He will stop at nothing to take revenge upon the hunter that killed his father and his family, whether it meant the destruction of the entire city and the outlying villages. He would end his quest one way or the other, whether it was the death of the hunter, or the final breath of Uzotre himself.
Random Facts:
-Uzotre is powerful and strong yet his judgment and rashness have been his downfall in the past
-Due to his vow of revenge Uzotre has rejected his human form and only uses it for important matters
-Because of his little use of his human form Uzotre has little knowledge in the ways of humans and is rather awkward in his human form
-Although his attitude would seem to prevent him from anything romantic he reserves judgment
-Uzotre does not follow the Midnight Dragon and in fact views him as a threat
-Uzotre restrains from killed other dragons, however he does hold a sense of hatred towards the good and neutral dragons
-Uzotre is not a stupid or ignorant dragon, but rarely strives for lore and information and would rather fight then study in a library
~~~~~~ PLAYER[/b]
Name: Adam
Age: 15
RP Experience: 5 sites, about 4 years I think
Any Other Characters? Not on this site, but on other sites yes.
RP Sample: (From the Site Tales of Serranon)
The forest was quiet. The birds had stopped singing, the skitter of small creatures was gone, and the wind had all but left the trees. The entire forest seemed to hold its breath in, a great beast waiting for what the future held. Manwe crouched atop a tree, his long brown hair cast aside from his eyes and his gaze centered forward. In his hands he held his bow, arrow notched and string pulled back. His deep green eyes peered forth across the shaft, ensuring his aim was perfect. One moment paused, and then another, and finally the bow let forth its great song as the arrow lurched forward and flew through the air with a graceful and deadly flight.
The projectile hit the deer in the chest, puncturing its heart and killing it instantly. The creature had been drinking from a small pool of water that was at the corner of the small glade. It had not heard Manwe’s approach, nor did it have time to react to his deadly and precise attack before it fell dead on the ground. Manwe lowered his bow and let out a deep breath as he slung it over his back and jumped down from the branch, landing at the foot of the tree without a noise. He quietly stepped forward towards the body of the deer, glancing about to ensure that no predators or other creatures had been drawn to the same location. Finding none Manwe bent down and searched the deer, confirming its death. Confident that his kill had been both successful and clean, he let go of his stealth and began preparing the deer for its journey back towards the village.
Manwe searched the area and found a dead branch, moderate length, and still strong and sturdy. He pulled out his knife and cut off the hanging branches and moss, and then set it beside the deer. Putting away his knife Manwe pulled out a length of rope from his bag, and set about tying the dead deer to the branch. Having done so Manwe grabbed the branch and hoisted the deer up, laying it upright next to a tree. He nodded approvingly at the size of the beast; it would feed many in his village that night, and was a worthy hunt to be fulfilled. He let out a small thanks to Seregfëa, the spirit of animals, for allowing him this opportunity. He then set about preparing a midday meal.
As the sun rose up towards the center of the sky Manwe had finished his preparations. He had a small yet pleasant meal prepared of dried deer meat, a small loaf of bread, and a handful of berries. He also drew a deep draught from the pool that lay in the glade. Before feasting however Manwe stood up and let forth a clear and high whistle. The note hung in the air for a moment before Manwe repeated the call, its sound piercing the forest air. Soon a small red object came bounding towards Manwe, a small rabbit held in its mouth. Manwe bent down and awaited the approach of the creature.
As Manwe sat down Yocar, his red fox companion laid down next to him and began eating the rabbit he had killed. Manwe smiled and set about to his own meal and soon the two of them were finished. Manwe gathered his gear and packed it up once more, before setting his back aside and lying down next to the pool of water. He wanted a small rest; he still had to carry the deer back towards his village, at least a two or three hour journey. Yocar walked up and curled up next to Manwe, falling asleep almost immediately. Manwe himself felt sleep come towards him, and within minutes he was asleep.
About an hour later Manwe awoke from his small slumber and stood up, surveying the area. The sky was still clear but a few clouds had begun moving in. In the distance Manwe spotted what appeared to be a small curtain of gray clouds approaching. He knew that he had to get to his village soon, he did not want to be outside in the forest if a storm hit, which it looked as if one was heading towards him. Manwe gently awoke Yocar and grabbed his bag, then hoisted up the deer, shifting its weight to allow him to comfortably and almost effortlessly carry it. The two companions then set out back the way they had come, heading towards the village of Sulast.
They traveled for an hour without any real encounter. The only thing they saw or heard were the songs of the birds, the gentle whisper of the trees in the wind, and the rustle of small creatures hurrying across the forest floor. At one point Manwe believed he saw a great hunting cat, but the creature vanished into the foliage as quickly and silently. However Manwe ran into what he believed was trouble a few hours later.
Manwe and Yocar were traveling on a small path in the forest, one of the many trails kept by the hunters of his village and other Wood Elves to allow easy travel between the villages. As they approached a bend in the trail Manwe noticed the faint sound of voices. Wondering what other Elves were doing here, Manwe approached. However he came to a dead halt when he realized the true nature of the voices. They were gruff, not Elven, and spoke the Common tongue. Humans and Manwe could guess what faction they belonged too. As of late humans of the Raynar Republic had been encroaching on Wood Elf lands, and these seemed to be such a party. Manwe laid the deer next to a tree and covered it slightly with ferns and leaves. He then drew forth his bow and quietly crept forward, Yocar close behind.
Located in a small clearing were four humans, all of which were armed and sporting traps and other equipment. Manwe grimaced at this, trappers were common from the Raynar Republic, and one of the types of humans Manwe dislikes the most. He did not wish to harm these humans, however he had little choice but confronting them, and he dearly hoped that the humans would not become aggressive and lead to bloodshed.
Manwe told Yocar to stay behind and then walked into the clearing. At once the humans stopped talking and turned to face the oncoming elf. Manwe stopped and waited as one of the humans stepped forward, obviously the leader of the group, ”What are you about elf?”, demanded the human, a man of great stature with thick coarse black hair. Manwe calmly shrugged off the slightly hostile demand and replied, his voice kind yet he didn’t hold back his obvious annoyance, ”I believe you should not be here, and I must bid you leave this forest.” As Manwe expected the man did not take this lightly and began smirking, calling back towards the other humans, ”You hear that! This puny elf is threatening us!” At once the group began laughing as they stood up and drew their weapons. The leader drew forth a large war axe from his back and looked at Manwe, ”Let’s see you back up that threat.”
Manwe leapt backwards and immediately his hand shot up, an arrow in his grasp. He pulled back the bowstring and notched the arrow, quickly releasing the projectile forwards. The arrow sailed forward and lodged itself in the leaders arrow, making him drop his axe and howl in pain. The momentum of the large man however carried him forward and Manwe quickly jumped to the side, grasping his bow in both hands and swung it, the wood smacking against the back of the man, sending him flying forwards into a tree. The leader collapsed at the ground, slightly bleeding and dazed.
The next man came forward, this one wielding what appeared to be a common wood cutting hatchet. Manwe slung his bow over his back and drew forth his long, slender knife into his hand. The man charged forward and Manwe quickly dodged the blow, side stepping out of the way. He quickly kicked forwards, catching the charging human in the side of the body and sending him tumbling sideways. As he did so Manwe felt the rush of air past his head and a resounding smack as a bolt found its mark on a tree behind him. One of the humans was wielding a crossbow, and was busy reloading after his failed, yet almost successful, shot.
Manwe acted quickly and flipped over his knife, gently but firmly grasping the blade. With one clear motion he sent the small blade flying through the air, which seconds later smashed into the crossbow, severing its string and rendering it useless. The human cried in outrage as he threw the weapon down and pulled out a small sword. Manwe, realizing his danger, quickly jumped backward and grabbed a large branch, wielding the makeshift weapon in both hands. Two of the men still stood before him, the man with the sword and the fourth one, armed with a large wooden club.
The man with the sword came first charging in and swinging wildly. The humans obviously did not have any experience in fighting more than squirrels, and they seemed clumsy to the troll and orc battle hardened elf. Manwe easily sidestepped the human and with a turn of his hands sent his branch forward to smack against the back of the human, throwing him to the ground with a grunt of pain.
Only one of the humans remained, and this one began growing unsure. He smiled however as he threw forth a large dagger and with speed surprising even to Manwe threw the blade. Manwe however caught himself quickly and lifted his branch up quickly, catching the blade in the air with the end of the branch as it sailed towards his chest. Manwe then spun around and threw the branch, which slammed into the chest of the surprised human, sending him sprawling backwards in pain.
The four humans were now up on their feet, but despite the fact that Manwe was now unarmed, had enough. They quickly grabbed a few supplies and ran back down the trail, towards the edge of the forest. Manwe smiled, glad that he was able to both drive out the poachers, and to keep the engagement relatively blood free.
As soon as the humans were gone Manwe set about searching the area. He retrieved his knife and took a few supplies, namely food and water. He also freed several animals that were being held in cages, previous victims of the humans. Finally Manwe grabbed the rest of the gear and pilled it off to the side of the clearing. He did not care for most of it, and any wandering elf or merchant could now search the supplies and take anything they liked.
With a quick glance around the area Manwe returned to his deer and gathered it up. The forest had once again grown quite, and the birds could be seen singing in the air once more. With a smile Manwe motioned for Yocar to follow him as they prepared for the rest of the journey back towards the village. It had been a good day, and the night could only be better. After all, he now had both a meal and a story to share that night.
Spiritus Draco: Gosh, that’s toasty.
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