Post by Aerynn on Aug 2, 2008 19:30:04 GMT -5
'Nother new character, adaptation of a monstrous D&D character I want to use for the dragon plot.
Name:Feng Raulnor
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown
Height: 9'7''
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: None
Hair Style: NA
Clothing: Feng is never without his armour, a suit of magically reinforced leather cut from the backs of the many beings he murdered over the years. Wrapped around each massive wrist is a bracer made of a dark bloodstained metal. Kept in a scabbard at his side is Jikal, an intelligent and vicious blade which drips a burning corrosive liquid whenever drawn.
All of this is hidden by the same magic which makes him appear human when needed. The armour is replaced by a ubiquitous black t-shirt and jeans and the sword is disguised as a leatherman stuck in a sheath on Feng's belt.
Appearance: In his true form Feng could be described as a humanoid mix of dragon and insect. Six arms grow from each shoulder, each ending in a three fingered hand. Where his skin is not covered in scale great plates of chitin erupt from his flesh adding sharp angles to his outline. His head is draconic, with two down swept horns jutting out either side of his face and a protruding jaw full of sharp ripping teeth. Six eyes give him both excellent peripheral vision and a particularly disturbing look, especially when he blinks, sideways. Finally, two gigantic wings rise from behind each shoulder, powering him through the air if needs be or letting him jump from great heights without injury.
Personality: To put it simply, Feng is a cold, calculating, murderous bastard. He'll do whatever needs to be done and has no qualms about outright savagery when the situation calls for it. But on the other hand, if the situation calls for charm and diplomacy he can do that too. Anything to get the job done.
History: Feng doesn't know how he came into this world and he doesn't rightly care. All he cares about is the here and now and what he can squeeze out of it.
Most of his life to date has been filled with violence and it looks set to carry on that way. Feng has no idea of his actual age so 24 is only a rough guess. His oldest memory is waking up in a sewer far from Cheshire city, fully grown and for some inexplicable reason really, really angry.
Important Notes: As far as magic goes Feng has never really bothered. The only magic he uses is contained within his arms and armour. Apart from his sword Feng's main weapon is his breath. He can breath a hugely powerful acid capable of melting its way through almost anything, at least he hasn't come against anything he can't melt apart from his own hide.
Name:Feng Raulnor
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown
Height: 9'7''
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: None
Hair Style: NA
Clothing: Feng is never without his armour, a suit of magically reinforced leather cut from the backs of the many beings he murdered over the years. Wrapped around each massive wrist is a bracer made of a dark bloodstained metal. Kept in a scabbard at his side is Jikal, an intelligent and vicious blade which drips a burning corrosive liquid whenever drawn.
All of this is hidden by the same magic which makes him appear human when needed. The armour is replaced by a ubiquitous black t-shirt and jeans and the sword is disguised as a leatherman stuck in a sheath on Feng's belt.
Appearance: In his true form Feng could be described as a humanoid mix of dragon and insect. Six arms grow from each shoulder, each ending in a three fingered hand. Where his skin is not covered in scale great plates of chitin erupt from his flesh adding sharp angles to his outline. His head is draconic, with two down swept horns jutting out either side of his face and a protruding jaw full of sharp ripping teeth. Six eyes give him both excellent peripheral vision and a particularly disturbing look, especially when he blinks, sideways. Finally, two gigantic wings rise from behind each shoulder, powering him through the air if needs be or letting him jump from great heights without injury.
Personality: To put it simply, Feng is a cold, calculating, murderous bastard. He'll do whatever needs to be done and has no qualms about outright savagery when the situation calls for it. But on the other hand, if the situation calls for charm and diplomacy he can do that too. Anything to get the job done.
History: Feng doesn't know how he came into this world and he doesn't rightly care. All he cares about is the here and now and what he can squeeze out of it.
Most of his life to date has been filled with violence and it looks set to carry on that way. Feng has no idea of his actual age so 24 is only a rough guess. His oldest memory is waking up in a sewer far from Cheshire city, fully grown and for some inexplicable reason really, really angry.
Important Notes: As far as magic goes Feng has never really bothered. The only magic he uses is contained within his arms and armour. Apart from his sword Feng's main weapon is his breath. He can breath a hugely powerful acid capable of melting its way through almost anything, at least he hasn't come against anything he can't melt apart from his own hide.