Post by Woodrot & Garlic Surprise on Oct 18, 2014 11:02:42 GMT 1
Full Name: Hrafn Woodrot Ahlgren
A.K.A.: Hrafn, Woodrot, Rot
AGE: 27
OCCUPATION: Herbalist
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Asexual, Bi-romantic
LIKES:
o1) Experimenting: Mixing things, to see what they might cause. Unfortunately he is is own test subject.DISLIKES:
o2) Being outside: He works best in the wilderness, surrounded by what he is working with.
o3) Flora: He could really do with out the fauna however.
o4) Organization: Neat and tidy is the only way to get it done.
o1) Fire: Fire kills plants, and rarely anything good comes from their ashes.STRENGTHS:
o2) Exploding plant pots: He probably won't pot another plant as long as he lives.
o3) Being called Wood: But somehow Rot is okay.
o4) Hand-to-hand combat: Mostly because he can't win.
o1) Knowledge of plant life: It's what he does after all.WEAKNESSES:
o2) Stealthy: He is the master of slipping away unnoticed, and arriving undetected.
o3) Quick runner: Being frail taught him one thing. If you can't fight back, be strong enough to run away.
o4) Learns on the fly: He is incredibly attentive and can learn things even while on the run. Unfortunately he only picks up on things he wants to notice.
o1) Anything to do with dragons: It's all foreign to him, he kind of skipped out on those lessons.FEARS: Just about everything. He's extremely jumpy, and overly cautious. Except when it comes to his plants.
o2) Physical prowess: He isn't very strong at all, and is rather frail.
o3) Selective smarts: While he may excel at some things, there are times where he can be an absolute moron as well. The things he's forgotten could teach an entire class.
o4) One Trick Pony: He's not really good at anything else.
o1) Dragons: Most certainly. What isn't scary about a giant fire breathing lizard?AMBITIONS:
o2) Other vikings: Without a doubt! The bigger the scarier
o3) Blood: Everything bleeds, life is pretty rough.
o4) Fighting: It usually combines two of his worst fears. Vikings and blood.
o1) To discover some sort of herbal mixture with healing capabilities the likes of which no one has ever seen!SECRETS:
o2) Breed a plant with unique properties, preferably something that was edible as well.
o3) Get over his fears. If not all of them, at least the fear of other vikings.
o4) To be more viking-y. A man can dream.
o1) He screams like a little girl. Okay, it's probably not much of a secret but he wishes it was.
o2) He has no clue how to take care of a dragon, let alone a baby one.
INTELLIGENCE: 8/10
COMPASSION: 5/10
AGGRESSION: 4/10
LOYALTY: 7/10
SANITY: 8/10
HUMOR: 0/10
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Woodrot has always been more of a knowledge boy, not really built for fighting. He accepted this fact quite early on, and thus enjoyed his life to it's fullest. And instead of being part of situations, he will quite actively search for a way out of them. Even if it means turning tail and booking it.
But when there is no fighting, or trouble of any sorts, he is quite personable. He maybe stumble a bit with his words, but he loves a good conversation. Once he starts talking, he often forgets what the initial conversation was about and simply keep on going.
He tends to keep his emotions tuck away, not really wanting the world to pick and pry at them. However if he is incredibly upset, he tends to get this look on his face that makes him look like he has to poop. Likely caused by trying to push the feelings away.
EYE COLOUR: Very dark blue, rim of grey around pupil.
HAIR COLOUR: Dark brown, almost black.
SKIN TONE: Mid-shade tan.
HEIGHT: 5'9" (1.8m)
WEIGHT: 141lbs (64kg)
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Not exactly a fine example of a strapping viking lad, he is gangly, and very little muscle definition what-so ever. Which might be a good thing, since if he were beefier he would be positively massive.
His head is uninteresting, rather large eyes and a small nose. His hair is fairly long, going down to his shoulders, and slightly lower at the back. It's actually a terribly mess, knotted in many places, and would probably be easier to just chop off than actually sort out.
He wears a thick sleeveless jacket, with fur around the collar and arm holes. Under he wears a long brown tunic, held tight by a thick belt with a metal buckle he carved. He has tall boots, held up by straps. His pants are average brown, and are always at least a little dusty.
HISTORY: Compared to the rest of his family, he was a small and unimpressive child. No one really paid him much attention so naturally he got up to all kinds of mischief. He taught himself pretty much everything he knew, at least until his parents cared enough to send him to actually learn viking things. He picked up things here and there, but he found he learnt more on his own than he ever did in the group settings.
One of the families greatest failure, and he was proud of it. While they were off being super-vikings, or whatever they did, he busied himself in his plants. It got to the point that their roots were growing through the floor into the room beneath him. Siblings and parents agreeing, he needed to get his own home.
Naturally, he didn't object in the slightest. Thrilled at the idea of a place all to himself, he made it top priority. His families life style didn't suit him at all, and getting out of it was his dream. He pretty much already took care of himself, so this was no big deal. Just meant more space for him and his plants!
He didn't keep much in contact with his family, even when his father supposedly wandered off one night. He mourned, wondered why he would just disappear, but did not visit his family during the ordeal. Since then, they haven't even come around his place much at all either.
On one of his herb collecting outings, he came across a very strange plant. It looked like the bulb had been partially dug up judging by the debris around it. And it was practically the size of his head! Naturally he had to take it home, and try to grow it.
Despite his best efforts, the strange plant never grew. This is likely because it wasn't an bulb at all, but he didn't know enough to realize it was a dragon egg.
FAMILY: Currently living on his own.
Father: Albert Ahlgren [DECEASED/MIA]
Mother: Gulla Ahlgren [NPC]
Eldest Brother: Ask Ahlgren [NPC]
Eldest Sister: Hjördis Ahlgren [NPC]
Older Twin Brothers: Brandr & Brynja Ahlgren [NPC]
Younger Sister: Idunn Ahlgren
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Knowledge! And blow darts.
FIGHTING STYLE: Sneaky, behind your back poisons. And poison laced darts.
Full Name: Garlic Surprise
A.K.A.: Garlic, Garly, Surprise, Stinky
AGE: 1 year
GENDER: Female
SPECIES: Snaptrapper
LIKES:
o1) Dirt and mud: What snaptrapper doesn't love getting dirty?o2) Heavy rain: The more, the better!o3) Woodrot: Who doesn't like their mommy?o4) Human food: She refuses to sit and eat raw fish, and will only eat something if she sees Woodrot eat it first.
DISLIKES:
o1) Thing she doesn't understand: Which since she's growing up with a human is a lot of things.o2) Raw fish: Having realized she can stomach a lot of things, she decided she is better than that.o3) Crowds: Crowds make her anxious, and she has a habit of releasing her stench whenever there are too many people around.o4) Night: Bad things happen in the dark.
STRENGTHS:
o1) Chocolate breath: Born ready to feed herself, her sickly sweet scent can be released in full force.o2) Stink bomb: To contradict her breath she can also release a stench to kill all others. It's more than enough to make any one lose their lunch.o3) Stealth: When in nature, she is very adept at blending in perfectly.o4) Inventive: If she encounters a problem, she can always find a unique way to get around it. Or at least try to.
WEAKNESSES:
o1) Ignorant of most threats: She never learnt what should be avoided, and thus assumes everything is okay and safe.o2) Soft claws: From lack of use, her claws aren't quite as strong as they should be.o3) Slow and clumsy: While usually in agreement, the heads often doubt each other making any progress slow, often tripping themselves.o4) Terrible sense of direction: If she were to wander off, she would likely not make it back home on her own.
AMBITIONS:
o1) To see the world outside of Berk.o2) Learn more about herself, and dragons in general.
FEARS:
o1) Losing her 'mommy'.o2) Being completely alone.
APPEARANCE: She is a fairly standard Snaptrapper, skin ranging from a grassy green to lime. Mottled patches of orange scatter her back and wings, and matching patches tip her wings. Slightly purple tinged eyelids, framing bright yellow eyes. Her spines are the darkest green found on her body, and even they show signs of the orange patches further down her split tail.
PERSONALITY: Like any young child Garlic is curious, and a bit on the naive side. She wants to know all she can, but doesn't know how to gather the knowledge. Her methods are often crude and dangerous and she doesn't seem to realize.
She is certainly the more social of the two, approaching strangers and trying to make friends. But she is often torn between staying at her 'parents' side, and exploring the strange and wondrous land around them. Usually the urge to stay put won, but some times even the will of an adventurer was too strong to simply deny.
HISTORY:
Pre Hatching: Every egg comes from somewhere. And her egg had quite an exciting story behind it. The mother snaptrapper had been making her way to the nesting grounds, ready to lay her eggs. Unfortunately for her, she crossed paths with some dragon hunters. Unaware of the danger, she was knocked from the sky by a single shot from a catapult. Weak and tired she knew she wouldn't make it to the nesting grounds, and dug a temporary nest for her eggs. Somewhere to keep them safe, away from harm and a place they might be able to survive in with out her care.
Only managing to produce one egg, she surrounded it in dirt and rocks almost to the point of burying it. Once she was sure it was secure, she left to find food. Unfortunately the hunters to had hit her previously had kept on searching for their downed prize. She did not return for the egg. But thankfully it's leafy appearance, and the pile of debris nest made it blend in like any other plant. Hidden from any eyes aiming to hurt a dragon egg. But not from the eyes of those seeking new and exotic plants.
Post Hatching: As with any dragon, she hatched an an explosion. The difference between her, and most others, was where that happened. Her egg hatched in a plant pot, in some ones home. Taking most of the house with her, the young dragon looked dedesperatelyor a mother figure. Finding only Woodrot, she clung to him and deemed him her 'mother'. The horrified herbalist has never picked up strange looking 'plants' in the wild since that day.
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CBOX NAME: Woodrot [IC] CrystalBlackpaws [OOC]
