Post by mordecai on Jan 8, 2013 16:34:43 GMT -5
Character Name: Mordecai Balestone
Gender Identity: Male
Age: 18
Species: Imp
Do you already have a character here on DRH? If yes, who is it, and who gave you permission to make this one?: No.
Physical Appearance:
Mordecai stands at 5'11 in his standard human form and has moderately pale skin. His blonde hair always look a little unkept and sometimes hides his bright blue eyes. He isn't that thick around the waist and weighs slightly less than what he looks like he should. Mordecai has scars on the inside of his palms from the first time his powers activated and he sliced his hands open. His sharpened teeth give the idea of a danger which the warmth of his smile betrays. Under his clothing wrap red and gray curls of skin coloring, sitting in an almost tribal design around his ribs and middle to upper back.
Personality: Mordecai is openly friendly, secretly devious, and likes to make friends. He enjoys crowds, playing pranks, and just generally causing mischief, especially on those he doesn't like. He's vindictive and petty when slighted but is quick to crack a smile and joke with you if he thinks you're watching him for any sign of retaliation. Mordecai never really liked authority figures, but he's more-or-less okay with people he believes respects him and he will respect you back.
Character Background: Mordecai was confused upon his discovery of his powers. One night, in bed, the boy began to feel a heat on his skin, like warm water being poured over his skin. As the night progressed, the heat got worse and worse, until finally he began to writhe in pain and strip his clothing in desperation. Before his eyes, he watched markings appear under his pectorials and around his ribs. They flashed once, brightly, and he clenched as a new wave of pain ran over him, forcing him to close his now sharpened nails into the palm of his hand. With blood pouring freely out of his hands, he passed out. When Mordecai awoke, he found himself the size of his pet mouse and about as thick around as a pencil eraser.
Wings protruded from his shoulder blades, and he knew that he'd have to leave. So he did. Mordecai ran from his family and took up the name Balestone, a name that he found in a dream one night.
Roleplay Sample: A boy sat on a bench, garbed in a black long coat and a grey tee. He was busy trying to file away his obscenely sharp nails, and failing miserably at it, when he was approached by a man in a shabby brown jacket. "Hey, kid. You're in my spot." He grumbled at Mordecai, gesturing obscenely as he spoke. The blonde boy glanced up at him and continued filing his nails, then spoke. "Pardon, but it doesn't appear to have your name on it. I suggest you depart before I make you do so." His voice was calm and measured, but his skin began to glow a soft yellow. When he spoke again, the light glared between his teeth. "Go. Now" His voice became softer and he began to glare, the light pouring from his eyes. The man made a loud gulping noise and turned to run, not knowing what he was looking at. "Keep the bench!" He shrieked finally before fleeing.
References: N/A
OOC Name: Balestone
How did you find out about Dragon Ryder? I found it on rpg-directory.com
Gender Identity: Male
Age: 18
Species: Imp
Do you already have a character here on DRH? If yes, who is it, and who gave you permission to make this one?: No.
Physical Appearance:
Mordecai stands at 5'11 in his standard human form and has moderately pale skin. His blonde hair always look a little unkept and sometimes hides his bright blue eyes. He isn't that thick around the waist and weighs slightly less than what he looks like he should. Mordecai has scars on the inside of his palms from the first time his powers activated and he sliced his hands open. His sharpened teeth give the idea of a danger which the warmth of his smile betrays. Under his clothing wrap red and gray curls of skin coloring, sitting in an almost tribal design around his ribs and middle to upper back.
Personality: Mordecai is openly friendly, secretly devious, and likes to make friends. He enjoys crowds, playing pranks, and just generally causing mischief, especially on those he doesn't like. He's vindictive and petty when slighted but is quick to crack a smile and joke with you if he thinks you're watching him for any sign of retaliation. Mordecai never really liked authority figures, but he's more-or-less okay with people he believes respects him and he will respect you back.
Character Background: Mordecai was confused upon his discovery of his powers. One night, in bed, the boy began to feel a heat on his skin, like warm water being poured over his skin. As the night progressed, the heat got worse and worse, until finally he began to writhe in pain and strip his clothing in desperation. Before his eyes, he watched markings appear under his pectorials and around his ribs. They flashed once, brightly, and he clenched as a new wave of pain ran over him, forcing him to close his now sharpened nails into the palm of his hand. With blood pouring freely out of his hands, he passed out. When Mordecai awoke, he found himself the size of his pet mouse and about as thick around as a pencil eraser.
Wings protruded from his shoulder blades, and he knew that he'd have to leave. So he did. Mordecai ran from his family and took up the name Balestone, a name that he found in a dream one night.
Roleplay Sample: A boy sat on a bench, garbed in a black long coat and a grey tee. He was busy trying to file away his obscenely sharp nails, and failing miserably at it, when he was approached by a man in a shabby brown jacket. "Hey, kid. You're in my spot." He grumbled at Mordecai, gesturing obscenely as he spoke. The blonde boy glanced up at him and continued filing his nails, then spoke. "Pardon, but it doesn't appear to have your name on it. I suggest you depart before I make you do so." His voice was calm and measured, but his skin began to glow a soft yellow. When he spoke again, the light glared between his teeth. "Go. Now" His voice became softer and he began to glare, the light pouring from his eyes. The man made a loud gulping noise and turned to run, not knowing what he was looking at. "Keep the bench!" He shrieked finally before fleeing.
References: N/A
OOC Name: Balestone
How did you find out about Dragon Ryder? I found it on rpg-directory.com