Post by Gafftongue on Feb 8, 2015 21:57:13 GMT 1
NAME: Gafftongue
AGE: 37
GENDER: Male
SPECIES: Rumblehorn
LIKES: +Having its belly and wings rubbed
+Fish, when he's able to catch them
+Long, lazy naps
+Baths (water and mud)
DISLIKES: -Waking up early in the morning
-Hot weather, dry environments
-Laying on his side for too long
-Having the horns on his face touched or grabbed suddenly - takes as a sign of aggression
STRENGTHS: +Excellent memory - able to recall any scent once smelt
+Spiked tongue - able to spear fish with the spiked end and pull them into his mouth
+Reinforced hide - even past the armor ridges of the neck is a more leathery hide, but only to the underbelly of the beast
+Patience - can stand stock still for long periods of time while hunting or tracking
WEAKNESSES: -Unable to swim - can only wade
-Too-sharp scents can cause headaches and migraines if exposed for too long
-Susceptible to poisons and gases - weak lungs lead to needing to rest frequently
-Flying is possible, but takes a very long time to reach any altitude - underbelly is exposed and very soft
AMBITIONS: +To find a suitable human worthy of their companionship
+To be able to traverse the lovely ocean without the chance of drowning
FEARS: -Suffocating/drowning to death
-Having its horns, tail or wings ripped from its body – is protective to the point of paranoia about those appendages as it cannot move very fast to turn and defend weaker spots
APPEARANCE: Gafftongue is an average sized Rumblehorn, standing 12 feet tall and 40 feet long. Its colorings are well suited for a forest environment, a lighter lime green on the top plates of his body as well as his bulk, tops of the legs and wings, with a browner color going down his spined tail and on the bottoms of his legs. Its fleshy underbelly is a lighter color of off-white and relatively unscarred. Darker patches of flesh exist on the sides where its lungs would be, and a few are on its tail as though it has been bruised before.
One of its horns, the tall one on the left side is a bit shorter than the other, as if it had been snapped off in the past. As a result, it seems to favor that side when defensive. Along its guard neck plate are bumps and ridges that are very rough to the touch. Along its back is its crest of spines leading down to its tail but along the midportion a few of the spines are missing. On its wings near the end a few spots look a bit nibbled on, but not enough to impair its flight.
It moves heavily and lazily unless it is hunting, in which case it picks up the pace and quickly. When trying to keep its tail out of the way it curls it towards its backside, setting the 'scoop' of the tailtip near the bulk of the underside of its tail or belly.
PERSONALITY: Gafftongue is a loner at the moment but only because so much of his time dictates he live out in the woods, where most people tend to favor their cities. Normally, he is very eager to meet new folk. He is very sociable but a bit paranoid about some parts of his body being messed with and will take an aggressive stance if anyone gets too close to those areas. Once he warms up, though, he will absolutely lavish his companion, especially if they offer belly rubs or rubs of his wings. And baths? He will love someone forever if they give him a bath or find a giant mud pool to splash around in. Of course, he won't be shy about sharing it with his companion either.
Rumblehorn tends to be watershy but only in very deep portions. Near beaches and shores he is quite eager to go fishing and will stay there for hours on end to catch enough fish to satisfy his bulk. Regularly he can be found splashing in the surf, taking a bath or lounging on the cool sand. He seems to avoid heavy periods of the sun if at all possible and embraces chillier weather. Running a bit hot due to his armor and bulk, it would make sense that he prefers cooler or wetter places.
HISTORY: Born and growing up in the forests and near the coastlands of Berk, Gafftongue was a rather average Rumblehorn. He hunted, he fished, he tracked his prey. He took a lot of naps. One of the peculiar features he turned into a strength was the hardened portion of his long tongue. The dragon was able to teach himself how to shoot it out to nab fish, when he was lucky enough to do so. It also helped when he had to shoot his fiery missiles, as it helped keeping his tongue from getting singed near the fleshier front parts.
On one occasion he accidentally stumbled upon a Zippleback's nest and got a faceful of gas from an angry mother. Luckily, he got away before it could be sparked, but he learned three things that day. One, that he is very afraid of suffocating to death. That he is very sensitive to headaches if exposed to prolonged heavy or sharp scents. And that his lung capacity is slightly less than idea for a dragon of his size. As a result, he tends to walk slower and take his time. Seeming lazy but really, just trying to catch his breath. Hopefully, his lung capacity could be improved with exercise of some kind.
One day he was waddling along the coast when a Thunderdrum rose up to challenge him to a catch of fish he was aiming to claim for himself. He managed to fight it off but in the skirmish, cracked off the top portion of his left horn. Being the first time he'd lost a part of his body, he felt his vulnerability and got decidedly paranoid about anything coming for his tail, or wings, or face horns. Knowing he was a bit slower than other dragons, he took to keeping where the trees offered their own protection and was harder to sneak up on him, especially after he got their scent. He still has the scent of that Thunderdrum as well and if he ever finds it...
Now he just wanders the island, wary at times as he tries to communicate with other dragons or get close enough to at least observe humans. On occasion he has been known to blast rocks humans were attempting to mine with his missiles (with mixed results), or help push or pull felled trees to help with building projects. He is still ever hoping that maybe he might be able to take to the skies with a companion upon his back. Maybe someday.
KEYWORD: ***************
CBOX NAME: Ira
AGE: 37
GENDER: Male
SPECIES: Rumblehorn
LIKES: +Having its belly and wings rubbed
+Fish, when he's able to catch them
+Long, lazy naps
+Baths (water and mud)
DISLIKES: -Waking up early in the morning
-Hot weather, dry environments
-Laying on his side for too long
-Having the horns on his face touched or grabbed suddenly - takes as a sign of aggression
STRENGTHS: +Excellent memory - able to recall any scent once smelt
+Spiked tongue - able to spear fish with the spiked end and pull them into his mouth
+Reinforced hide - even past the armor ridges of the neck is a more leathery hide, but only to the underbelly of the beast
+Patience - can stand stock still for long periods of time while hunting or tracking
WEAKNESSES: -Unable to swim - can only wade
-Too-sharp scents can cause headaches and migraines if exposed for too long
-Susceptible to poisons and gases - weak lungs lead to needing to rest frequently
-Flying is possible, but takes a very long time to reach any altitude - underbelly is exposed and very soft
AMBITIONS: +To find a suitable human worthy of their companionship
+To be able to traverse the lovely ocean without the chance of drowning
FEARS: -Suffocating/drowning to death
-Having its horns, tail or wings ripped from its body – is protective to the point of paranoia about those appendages as it cannot move very fast to turn and defend weaker spots
APPEARANCE: Gafftongue is an average sized Rumblehorn, standing 12 feet tall and 40 feet long. Its colorings are well suited for a forest environment, a lighter lime green on the top plates of his body as well as his bulk, tops of the legs and wings, with a browner color going down his spined tail and on the bottoms of his legs. Its fleshy underbelly is a lighter color of off-white and relatively unscarred. Darker patches of flesh exist on the sides where its lungs would be, and a few are on its tail as though it has been bruised before.
One of its horns, the tall one on the left side is a bit shorter than the other, as if it had been snapped off in the past. As a result, it seems to favor that side when defensive. Along its guard neck plate are bumps and ridges that are very rough to the touch. Along its back is its crest of spines leading down to its tail but along the midportion a few of the spines are missing. On its wings near the end a few spots look a bit nibbled on, but not enough to impair its flight.
It moves heavily and lazily unless it is hunting, in which case it picks up the pace and quickly. When trying to keep its tail out of the way it curls it towards its backside, setting the 'scoop' of the tailtip near the bulk of the underside of its tail or belly.
PERSONALITY: Gafftongue is a loner at the moment but only because so much of his time dictates he live out in the woods, where most people tend to favor their cities. Normally, he is very eager to meet new folk. He is very sociable but a bit paranoid about some parts of his body being messed with and will take an aggressive stance if anyone gets too close to those areas. Once he warms up, though, he will absolutely lavish his companion, especially if they offer belly rubs or rubs of his wings. And baths? He will love someone forever if they give him a bath or find a giant mud pool to splash around in. Of course, he won't be shy about sharing it with his companion either.
Rumblehorn tends to be watershy but only in very deep portions. Near beaches and shores he is quite eager to go fishing and will stay there for hours on end to catch enough fish to satisfy his bulk. Regularly he can be found splashing in the surf, taking a bath or lounging on the cool sand. He seems to avoid heavy periods of the sun if at all possible and embraces chillier weather. Running a bit hot due to his armor and bulk, it would make sense that he prefers cooler or wetter places.
HISTORY: Born and growing up in the forests and near the coastlands of Berk, Gafftongue was a rather average Rumblehorn. He hunted, he fished, he tracked his prey. He took a lot of naps. One of the peculiar features he turned into a strength was the hardened portion of his long tongue. The dragon was able to teach himself how to shoot it out to nab fish, when he was lucky enough to do so. It also helped when he had to shoot his fiery missiles, as it helped keeping his tongue from getting singed near the fleshier front parts.
On one occasion he accidentally stumbled upon a Zippleback's nest and got a faceful of gas from an angry mother. Luckily, he got away before it could be sparked, but he learned three things that day. One, that he is very afraid of suffocating to death. That he is very sensitive to headaches if exposed to prolonged heavy or sharp scents. And that his lung capacity is slightly less than idea for a dragon of his size. As a result, he tends to walk slower and take his time. Seeming lazy but really, just trying to catch his breath. Hopefully, his lung capacity could be improved with exercise of some kind.
One day he was waddling along the coast when a Thunderdrum rose up to challenge him to a catch of fish he was aiming to claim for himself. He managed to fight it off but in the skirmish, cracked off the top portion of his left horn. Being the first time he'd lost a part of his body, he felt his vulnerability and got decidedly paranoid about anything coming for his tail, or wings, or face horns. Knowing he was a bit slower than other dragons, he took to keeping where the trees offered their own protection and was harder to sneak up on him, especially after he got their scent. He still has the scent of that Thunderdrum as well and if he ever finds it...
Now he just wanders the island, wary at times as he tries to communicate with other dragons or get close enough to at least observe humans. On occasion he has been known to blast rocks humans were attempting to mine with his missiles (with mixed results), or help push or pull felled trees to help with building projects. He is still ever hoping that maybe he might be able to take to the skies with a companion upon his back. Maybe someday.
KEYWORD: ***************
CBOX NAME: Ira
