Post by junomoule on Jul 17, 2014 3:54:18 GMT 1
NAME: Boom Doomhammer.
AGE: 20.
OCCUPATION: Dragon Rider with a side of blacksmith work.
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Female and whatever she feels like.
LIKES:
+ Strength, in herself or others. She'll respect it, whatever shape it takes.
+ Power. There's nothing as exhilirating as being considered the top dog.
+ Flowers, dresses, and other symbols of the dainty and innocent that don't fit her a bit.
+ Doing physical labor - cleanses the mind and body.
DISLIKES:
- Weakness, in herself or in others. She'll either growl at it or try to fix it.
- Being outdone, motivating as it is, has a way of making her stew forever.
- Cooking. She'll eat just about anything you make her, but won't make it herself.
- Doing nothing - boredom and inactivity are unacceptable.
STRENGTHS:
+ Her brutish strength of body and character; no one can say she's not resilient.
+ Descisive. No freeze-frames for her, she makes choices and sticks with them.
+ Adaptive. She will take a situation either bend it to suit her or suit to bend to it.
+ Unafraid to take the reigns and deligate if she needs to; leadership skill.
WEAKNESSES:
- She feels strongly and expressively, and turns to rage before anything else.
- Act first, think later. She reacts like an animal, with no thought to anyone else.
- Denial and blame, problems can be the fault of anyone or anything but her own.
- Selfish. Even her comfort comes above saving your hide, most likely.
FEARS:
- To be vulnerable. To be truly at the mercy of another would be... no.
- Tears are especially troublesome, from herself or others. Can't handle 'em, nope.
- Insects, too, have a way of making her wig out. Nothing should have that many eyes.
- A true romance, or really strong bonds in general - love someone more than herself? Ech.
AMBITIONS:
+ To be a worthy heir of the Doomhammer name. To be given the honor of head of house.
+ She wants to be remembered as a legend if she can get away with it. Prestige becomes her.
+ To win. Whether it's a prize, or a title, or whatever - she wants to come out on top.
+ Another dragon. Hasn't given up entirely on her ideal of a true fighting beast.
SECRETS:
- Things like truth and innocense are completely precious to her; not everything weak is awful.
o She can be pretty weak herself sometimes, actually. If only someone took care of her.
+ Fond of love stories, and will occasionally act out the roles of certain characters for kicks.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Boom is eager to bicker, sass, compete, and generally have a good time - and why wouldn't she be on top of the world and confident beyond reason? She's damn good at what she does, has an easy out with her family name, so she can throw around her weight and then some and isn't that fearful of reproof anyways. Approval is not as important to her as success is, and she is forthright and nearly charming about her cut-throat tendencies. No matter how important you are, she is her own first priority.
Her presence is loud, violent, and as explosive as her name. She changes the atmosphere of a room with intention and intensity with her raw and borderline primal ways - ever craving intensity and will create it if she has to. Armed with mischief, she is tempered by an equally strong sense of justice and will gladly fight battles for others. Unfortunately, she also attacks those around her for misgivings in her life by shifting blame for her slip-ups on to other people or events.
She's every bit the type to have many acquaintances and has this incredible camaraderie with her team mates but actually holds everyone at arm's length. As much as she enjoys sticking her fingers into other people's business, Boom's not as fond as people sticking fingers into her business. Personal questions or personal anything slide off her like water off a duck's feathers. She has her own secrets, and isn't as forthright as she appears.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Let's just come out and say it, eh? She is built like a barrel and she knows it. Stocky, muscular, and maybe just a little bit too soft and round in certain places ... Well, no one can say that she's not well-fed or well trained. She's a big girl on the shorter side at an indomidable 5'3" and 140 pounds - she eats more than most women, and benches more than most of them as well. She is the first to admit she isn't the standard image of beauty, but also the first to tease or compliment her own slightly rotund figure. Comfortable in her own ruddy skin, you could say.
Even with a default setting of a toothy grin and a glimmer to her eye Boom has an assortment of at least forty different expressions; she's quick to laugh, roar, and rage all the same. Her hands are square shaped and calloused, riddled with little nicks and scars that do as much talking as any other part of her. Her strides are long and confident, and carry as much authority as can be fitted into her stout and expressive little figure.
Now, the colors of her are quite the bewitching thing. The eyes are a bizarre amber-gold not unlike a forge's fire, and her hair is a color that can't decide whether it's more of a pale orange or strawberry blonde - either way, with her ruddy and sun-tanned skin she looks a little fire-touched. Her hair is thick and it gets in the way, so it's most often trapped in an unkempt braid that waves more than it curls with quite a few stubborn and escaping strands. Sometimes she weaves flowers into it, delicate and off-setting as they may be.
HISTORY:
Pride, honor, ambition, brutality. With a name as illustrative as Doomhammer, you would expect the fine sophistication afforded of grisly warriors and brutal blacksmiths and that is exactly the sort of background that she comes from. Following in a long line of prodigies in the field of war and weapon creation and maintenance, she was raised with the expectation to be the best out of at least one of those two areas and had to strive for it.
Like most privledged children, she grew up in the unusual dichotomy of luxury and severe expectation. A bit of a brat when she was a child, she loved her family name as much as she hated the responsibility of it - it let her get away with murder, but it also meant that she had to be stronger and more "talented" then her peers. Sometimes she was a bully and sometimes she pumelled the bullies, usually all in the same day and with equal amounts of passion.
Being an adolescent didn't make things easier, either. In fact, it made things endlessly harder on top of all of the crud that comes with the teenage years like acne and moodswings. As a Viking In Training, she was quite the little celebrity with even more internalized performance anxiety and faux-arrogance to cover up her secretly shaking knees. Almost all her classmates were prettier, but there were few as ruthlessly dedicated to success and really just going out of the way to be a functional badass. She had a persona to keep up, but all of that backfired horribly when she bonded to her dragon.
It wasn't the dragon she'd wanted. She'd wanted something sleek and deadly like a Monsterous Nightmare or at least something sort of rare and cool, but no - it was an Odin-damned Gronckle (creature of the plebians) from the family's smith shop and it wasn't going to let anything else have her.
To this day, shrugs at anyone who asks and says the dragon nip in her pocket or stepping into range of a nearby falling bucket of water and taking the hit must've done the job and won a family pet over to her specifically. She won't confess the dragon's sympathy towards her - how it curled up next to her to offer her comfort as she cried, but it's something that happened and something that changed her.
From that point onward the pint-sized beast was more stuck on her then some of the other young Viking's were stuck on each other's faces, and after much fuss and displeasure poor Boom had no choice but to adapt to having her toes licked every night and public humiliation. She has come to love it, begrudgingly. She's even become fairly knowledgable and passionate on the Gronckle's skills and benefits, advocating for them and their importance on the battlefield.
At this point in time she's on the younger side of actual Dragon Riders, and has more in common with VIT's than her new team mates as much as she would loathe to admit it. She's still growing into her own shoes, and works tirelessly not to see it or show it.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Giant ornate iron hammer and shield that just so happen to be family heirlooms she lugs around. Spiked copper knuckles and/or rings, and any sort of easily accessible knife or simple bludgeoning object on or near her person.
FIGHTING STYLE: If her choice weapons aren't telling enough, her fighting style is rough and tumble as well as up close and personal. She hits hard and she doesn't always play fair. Unafraid of being creative or stupid, "ruthless" and "reckless" compete for most fitting adjective.
DRAGON NAME: Lockjaw.
DRAGON TYPE: Gronckle, Boulder Class.
DRAGON APPEARANCE: Well, as a Gronckle Lockjaw is pretty nondescript; some faded color between tan and orange makes up the bulk of the creature's body, with darker red-brown highlights that make the beast only a shade less impressive than some of the rock formations on the island. There's nothing in particular that helps her stand out, she's got the same stubby limbs and undersized wings of the rest of her breed. Her eyes are the same reptilian yellow that you'd expect, carrying herself with the tentative grace her bulky stout figure affords.
DRAGON PERSONALITY: A small creature of great devotion, affection, sympathy, empathy, and laziness - a fine caricature of basically everything that her handler is not. With good humor and a gentle disposition, there is no doubting that Lockjaw is as steady a support system as she is anything else. The very caricature of "slow and steady wins the race", the dragon is remarkably patient and subdued - and also very enduring. Simple and devout loyalty become her, causing her to sometimes questionably follow in her master's footsteps - perhaps sometimes a little guiltily.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: She can do everything that a Gronckle can do, basically; she's got six dangerous hot shots, the ability to crunch solid rock for power, a mean bite besides that, the ability to shoot off those haggard-looking lumps and bumps as an offensive tactic in a pinch, and some of the best flight manuverability in a pinch.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: edited by Cym
CBOX NAME: Junomoule
AGE: 20.
OCCUPATION: Dragon Rider with a side of blacksmith work.
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Female and whatever she feels like.
LIKES:
+ Strength, in herself or others. She'll respect it, whatever shape it takes.
+ Power. There's nothing as exhilirating as being considered the top dog.
+ Flowers, dresses, and other symbols of the dainty and innocent that don't fit her a bit.
+ Doing physical labor - cleanses the mind and body.
DISLIKES:
- Weakness, in herself or in others. She'll either growl at it or try to fix it.
- Being outdone, motivating as it is, has a way of making her stew forever.
- Cooking. She'll eat just about anything you make her, but won't make it herself.
- Doing nothing - boredom and inactivity are unacceptable.
STRENGTHS:
+ Her brutish strength of body and character; no one can say she's not resilient.
+ Descisive. No freeze-frames for her, she makes choices and sticks with them.
+ Adaptive. She will take a situation either bend it to suit her or suit to bend to it.
+ Unafraid to take the reigns and deligate if she needs to; leadership skill.
WEAKNESSES:
- She feels strongly and expressively, and turns to rage before anything else.
- Act first, think later. She reacts like an animal, with no thought to anyone else.
- Denial and blame, problems can be the fault of anyone or anything but her own.
- Selfish. Even her comfort comes above saving your hide, most likely.
FEARS:
- To be vulnerable. To be truly at the mercy of another would be... no.
- Tears are especially troublesome, from herself or others. Can't handle 'em, nope.
- Insects, too, have a way of making her wig out. Nothing should have that many eyes.
- A true romance, or really strong bonds in general - love someone more than herself? Ech.
AMBITIONS:
+ To be a worthy heir of the Doomhammer name. To be given the honor of head of house.
+ She wants to be remembered as a legend if she can get away with it. Prestige becomes her.
+ To win. Whether it's a prize, or a title, or whatever - she wants to come out on top.
+ Another dragon. Hasn't given up entirely on her ideal of a true fighting beast.
SECRETS:
- Things like truth and innocense are completely precious to her; not everything weak is awful.
o She can be pretty weak herself sometimes, actually. If only someone took care of her.
+ Fond of love stories, and will occasionally act out the roles of certain characters for kicks.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Boom is eager to bicker, sass, compete, and generally have a good time - and why wouldn't she be on top of the world and confident beyond reason? She's damn good at what she does, has an easy out with her family name, so she can throw around her weight and then some and isn't that fearful of reproof anyways. Approval is not as important to her as success is, and she is forthright and nearly charming about her cut-throat tendencies. No matter how important you are, she is her own first priority.
Her presence is loud, violent, and as explosive as her name. She changes the atmosphere of a room with intention and intensity with her raw and borderline primal ways - ever craving intensity and will create it if she has to. Armed with mischief, she is tempered by an equally strong sense of justice and will gladly fight battles for others. Unfortunately, she also attacks those around her for misgivings in her life by shifting blame for her slip-ups on to other people or events.
She's every bit the type to have many acquaintances and has this incredible camaraderie with her team mates but actually holds everyone at arm's length. As much as she enjoys sticking her fingers into other people's business, Boom's not as fond as people sticking fingers into her business. Personal questions or personal anything slide off her like water off a duck's feathers. She has her own secrets, and isn't as forthright as she appears.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Let's just come out and say it, eh? She is built like a barrel and she knows it. Stocky, muscular, and maybe just a little bit too soft and round in certain places ... Well, no one can say that she's not well-fed or well trained. She's a big girl on the shorter side at an indomidable 5'3" and 140 pounds - she eats more than most women, and benches more than most of them as well. She is the first to admit she isn't the standard image of beauty, but also the first to tease or compliment her own slightly rotund figure. Comfortable in her own ruddy skin, you could say.
Even with a default setting of a toothy grin and a glimmer to her eye Boom has an assortment of at least forty different expressions; she's quick to laugh, roar, and rage all the same. Her hands are square shaped and calloused, riddled with little nicks and scars that do as much talking as any other part of her. Her strides are long and confident, and carry as much authority as can be fitted into her stout and expressive little figure.
Now, the colors of her are quite the bewitching thing. The eyes are a bizarre amber-gold not unlike a forge's fire, and her hair is a color that can't decide whether it's more of a pale orange or strawberry blonde - either way, with her ruddy and sun-tanned skin she looks a little fire-touched. Her hair is thick and it gets in the way, so it's most often trapped in an unkempt braid that waves more than it curls with quite a few stubborn and escaping strands. Sometimes she weaves flowers into it, delicate and off-setting as they may be.
HISTORY:
Pride, honor, ambition, brutality. With a name as illustrative as Doomhammer, you would expect the fine sophistication afforded of grisly warriors and brutal blacksmiths and that is exactly the sort of background that she comes from. Following in a long line of prodigies in the field of war and weapon creation and maintenance, she was raised with the expectation to be the best out of at least one of those two areas and had to strive for it.
Like most privledged children, she grew up in the unusual dichotomy of luxury and severe expectation. A bit of a brat when she was a child, she loved her family name as much as she hated the responsibility of it - it let her get away with murder, but it also meant that she had to be stronger and more "talented" then her peers. Sometimes she was a bully and sometimes she pumelled the bullies, usually all in the same day and with equal amounts of passion.
Being an adolescent didn't make things easier, either. In fact, it made things endlessly harder on top of all of the crud that comes with the teenage years like acne and moodswings. As a Viking In Training, she was quite the little celebrity with even more internalized performance anxiety and faux-arrogance to cover up her secretly shaking knees. Almost all her classmates were prettier, but there were few as ruthlessly dedicated to success and really just going out of the way to be a functional badass. She had a persona to keep up, but all of that backfired horribly when she bonded to her dragon.
It wasn't the dragon she'd wanted. She'd wanted something sleek and deadly like a Monsterous Nightmare or at least something sort of rare and cool, but no - it was an Odin-damned Gronckle (creature of the plebians) from the family's smith shop and it wasn't going to let anything else have her.
To this day, shrugs at anyone who asks and says the dragon nip in her pocket or stepping into range of a nearby falling bucket of water and taking the hit must've done the job and won a family pet over to her specifically. She won't confess the dragon's sympathy towards her - how it curled up next to her to offer her comfort as she cried, but it's something that happened and something that changed her.
From that point onward the pint-sized beast was more stuck on her then some of the other young Viking's were stuck on each other's faces, and after much fuss and displeasure poor Boom had no choice but to adapt to having her toes licked every night and public humiliation. She has come to love it, begrudgingly. She's even become fairly knowledgable and passionate on the Gronckle's skills and benefits, advocating for them and their importance on the battlefield.
At this point in time she's on the younger side of actual Dragon Riders, and has more in common with VIT's than her new team mates as much as she would loathe to admit it. She's still growing into her own shoes, and works tirelessly not to see it or show it.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Giant ornate iron hammer and shield that just so happen to be family heirlooms she lugs around. Spiked copper knuckles and/or rings, and any sort of easily accessible knife or simple bludgeoning object on or near her person.
FIGHTING STYLE: If her choice weapons aren't telling enough, her fighting style is rough and tumble as well as up close and personal. She hits hard and she doesn't always play fair. Unafraid of being creative or stupid, "ruthless" and "reckless" compete for most fitting adjective.
DRAGON NAME: Lockjaw.
DRAGON TYPE: Gronckle, Boulder Class.
DRAGON APPEARANCE: Well, as a Gronckle Lockjaw is pretty nondescript; some faded color between tan and orange makes up the bulk of the creature's body, with darker red-brown highlights that make the beast only a shade less impressive than some of the rock formations on the island. There's nothing in particular that helps her stand out, she's got the same stubby limbs and undersized wings of the rest of her breed. Her eyes are the same reptilian yellow that you'd expect, carrying herself with the tentative grace her bulky stout figure affords.
DRAGON PERSONALITY: A small creature of great devotion, affection, sympathy, empathy, and laziness - a fine caricature of basically everything that her handler is not. With good humor and a gentle disposition, there is no doubting that Lockjaw is as steady a support system as she is anything else. The very caricature of "slow and steady wins the race", the dragon is remarkably patient and subdued - and also very enduring. Simple and devout loyalty become her, causing her to sometimes questionably follow in her master's footsteps - perhaps sometimes a little guiltily.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: She can do everything that a Gronckle can do, basically; she's got six dangerous hot shots, the ability to crunch solid rock for power, a mean bite besides that, the ability to shoot off those haggard-looking lumps and bumps as an offensive tactic in a pinch, and some of the best flight manuverability in a pinch.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: edited by Cym
CBOX NAME: Junomoule
