Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2014 17:37:10 GMT 1
NAME: Sticksbreath (His friends call him Stick)
AGE: 21
OCCUPATION: My character is the owner of the stunt flying group on Berks Dragons called Berks Stunts. He gives some lessons to kids and teens about aerial combat and flying with skill. He plans occasional dragon contests and games for the island.
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Male, Heterosexual
LIKES: Stick was a nickname given to him because he could eat a lot and lose the weight quickly. He likes stuffing his face all the time knowing he won’t get chubby. He only likes Beef, chicken and Fish. He loves heights and the rush of air in his face. He likes the color blue. He likes doing stupid things that risk his life like stupid dares. He likes to write. He likes to fight and win!
DISLIKES: He hates Pork, venison ext. He doesn't like the taste. He hates water and almost never takes a bath. He doesn't like cleaning his teeth either. He hates being alone. Let’s try everyone! He hates reading even though he can. He hates bugs. He hates thieves. He hates water dragons!
STRENGTHS: He is an amazing rider. Being owner of Berks Stunts he must be at the top of his game at all times. He is also amazing at dragon combat, and probably by far the best. One of his strengths is speed. He is very fast. His reflexes are great. He had a lot of courage as well. He is smart, but he wasn't the A student. He knows Dragonesse too. He’s great at fighting, especially with the sword.
WEAKNESSES: Being Reckless, Sticksbreath lost his eye in an accident. A stone hit him square in the eye and it had to be removed. He wears an eye patch to cover the wound. Having one eye he has a smaller vision than everyone else. Another weakness is that He’s not that strong. He can fight well, but he cannot hold a heavy weapon well enough to use it properly. He sticks to the sword.
FEARS: He has a fear of swimming, because he hardly likes water. He doesn't want to learn which would cause him to drown if he fell in. He has a fear of being caught in a storm with Frostbreath. He may hate water, but the rain would slowly kill Frostbreath. It isn’t the fact that he’ll die that scares him, it’s the fact that he will endure hours of pain before dying, something no one should live through. The rain would slowly melt his skin until he’s a small blob of guts on the floor.
AMBITIONS: He really wants to live long. He is eager to see the outside world with a dragon. He wants to make an awesome event that will become a yearly tradition on Berk. He wants to teach kids how to fly with style. He wants to fight in a war with his dragon. He wants to make the Berks Stunts a big organization as well.
SECRETS: He hardly takes baths. People think he takes baths but he just rubs himself with soap and rubs it off with a cloth. He will only wash once in a blue moon. (When a big celebration is coming) He likes to party, but he’s also a good dancer. He just doesn’t like to dance anywhere but in his room alone.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Sticksbreath is, for the lack of better words, a bad boy. The "cool" kind of bad boy. He dresses like a punk, drinks and curses like a Viking, and has a bad temper.
He's incredibly cocky and loves to tell wild stories that in no way have any sort of truth. Whether the person he's talking to believes him or not, that's up to them. Sticksbreath likes messing with people in some shape or form, but he doesn't go too far. He is very nice if you get to know him, unless you get him mad. When Sticksbreath is mad, he has a horrible lack of sympathy and empathy towards others. However, it's not like he can't feel any of this at all. He's perfectly capable of feeling guilty about this actions towards others, and may seek to correct these misdeeds if it eats away at him enough, but he'll say that they were both wrong.
Sticksbreath is simply just rough around the edges. He really is, at heart, a goofy young adult, reckless but can make good decisions when it’s not time to fool around. It's easy to catch him on those days where he's nothing but full of energy and excitement, usually making plans for an event or showing off his new flying moves. But that's all the part of the fun, why be so serious all the time?
Much to the surprise of everyone, Sticksbreath is actually kind of smart. When he knows something, and when asked, he could give answers to a lot of people. But Sticksbreath would rather be flying than being a smart one, that's why most of his courses where on flying. But than people come and ask, almost literally, the same question over and over again. So he doesn't show off his knowledge. He had good grades when he graduated.
Then finally there are.....those days. Those days where...it feels like it's hard to function, hard to think straight, sometimes even breathe. When it feels like he's falling into a bottomless pit with no way of saving himself. It's those days where...he feels sick to his stomach, he can't move, he can't find joy or pleasure in anything. He'd rather sleep all day if he could rather than.., or eat all day if he could, but that simply doesn't happen and he just sits there... all day. This is when Sticksbreath has to organize another event. So much work and to little him time. But once the event happens he's very happy again.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Hair;; Sticksbreath's hair is black initially black in color. His hair is very thick for some reason. His hair has a tendency of slowly growing, so he doesn't really need to cut it. His short hair doesn't get in his face so his one eye can see.
Eyes;; Here, is Sticksbreath's blue eye. Sticksbreath most striking feature is still, his eye. His other eye is gone but his 1 eye is good enough to make him look like a rough skull. They light up when he's excited, and darken fiercely when angered.
Face;; Sticksbreath actually looks his age. He is, the least to say, handsome in his own right. He has fast growing facial hair, the opposite than his head hair. He keeps it short and he shaves a lot so it says the same. When he has parties or celebrations, he lets his beard grow to show that he is a man.
His lips are thin, but he can still fit a lot of food behind them. His emotions, especially annoyance, have become strongly emphasized on his face, and you can always tell how he feels by the slight change.
But when he's not annoyed or not being passive, it's a delight to see his smile. It's almost like his mouth and teeth grow, and Sticksbreath smile never fails to light up his entire face. It's safe to say he looks more like a puppy about to be taken on a walk, or a little kid on Christmas morning. His angry face is much more intense, and his sad face is all the more devastating to look at. His emotions are very plainly being worn on his sleeve.
Body;; Sticksbreath stands at 5'8, rather short for most full-grown Viking. His height serves to make Sticksbreath feel tiny in comparison, and he hates being so short. Sticksbreath is still rather underweight regardless of his eating habit, but he has hidden muscles that can pick up many heavy things. His shoulders are broadened, and he doesn't slouch. His chest and stomach look correct on him, being straight looking rather than like they curve into his body.
Normally being such a pig when eating would cause someone to gain weight, but Sticksbreath has a very fast metabolism and he will lose a lot of that in a few days. He loses a lot of weight so he must eat enough. He easily drops weight, and it takes several days to gain it back, only to lose it again.
Clothes;; He wears a black fur vest with a black cape down to his mid-back. He wears super stretchy black pants for stunts and dragon riding. He also wears fur shoes that are made for running. He also wears silver dragon design gauntlets that just let his fingers out. They have little spikes over the knuckles. He calls it the dragon fists.
HISTORY:
About 21 years ago, on april 27 a newborn baby was found on the doorstep of an old hag. No one knows his real birthday so they put the date he was found Instead. The old hag treated it as her baby because she would have never met anyone, ("no offence mom") to have her own. She called him Sticksbreath because his breath stunk, and she found him holding a stick.
His real parents where Vikings and his mother died at birth. The cowardly father didn't want the baby enough to break from his raiding season, so he put him in a basket and left it at the nearest place, a hag's cottage. His mother told his Father to take care of the baby before she passed away but the husband didn’t listen to his wife and gave it away anyways. He left never looking back.
When he turned 6 His mother started buying a lot of metal to give to the smothering smokesbreath, so they could live in wealthy nests and have a lot of babies. Than they would give the hag 1 egg which she would sell to blacksmiths and the academy. She had her own that lived with them named Dirtnag. He is the best.
When He turned 10 he and Dirtnag started making things. With his mom's work doing well, he made dummies out of metal wood and straw. He made them a lot because he liked to practice on them. Since all he did was play outside all day He and Dirtnag made weapons made out of wood too. He made a bow, and that ended up with him shooting a bee’s nest by accident. The axe, epic fail. But the sword was great for him and he made a routine for practicing 4 hours a day.
When he turned 13 and started growing more into the teen age. He went to school and met some childhood friends. He liked to hang out with them. He didn’t bond with a dragon yet sadly. He also worked for the blacksmith Kenna during this time. At 14 he made a sword out of steel with Dirtnag's help. Kenna was happy to her apprentice make a great weapon. With his sword done he also made a pair of gauntlets made of leather. They had wood lumps on the knuckles and they had dragon carvings down the side. He called them the baby dragon fists.
These few years where fun, the times he went to school. He learned many things in the academy. During this time he learned dragonesse, spending most of the days studying it and learning it. He remembered he had trouble some of the letters, but he got the hang of it. He was an amazing flyer, and he knew dragonesse! At the end of his last year, he felt no dragons was right for him there, and he didn't bond with one. He graduated and had good grades. He felt proud.
That night he went to work and he was asked to make an axe. He was hammering it down on an anvil. He was not paying attention he hit the hot weapon to hard and a piece of metal flew into his eye. He screamed as the tiny piece cut his eye. Kenna came to his aid and took him to the nearest healer. They removed his eye and put an eye patch around it. He quit his job the next day and spent a week on his bed.
When sticksbreath turned 16, he and Dirtnag left the clearing for the first time since the academy. They found a dark cave that smelt bad from the outside. Sticksbreath found an acidic smokesbreath within it and that's when he started to become friends with it. He wrote a journal entry for those days only.
Day 1: Dirtnag and I found this dragon. It hissed at me and blew its nasty breath in our direction. I tried talking with it but he made me show we were friends by leaving my sword and gauntlets outside.
Day 2: Just me today. This new dragon walked around me in circles. I asked him what he was doing, but it looked like it was going to attack. When I tried looking at it turned its head, pretending it wasn’t looking at me.
Day 3: Dirtnag and I again. This dragon ate a fish I brought, and almost my hand too. He wanted more and I told him I didn’t, so he jumped on me and smelt me to make sure. Than he realized what he was doing and moved back to the corner of the cave.
Day 4: Me this time. I want to see this dragon! I brought him 3 fish and he was happy but when he finished them he wanted more again, then sniffed me when I said I didn’t have, and then went back to the corner.
Day 5: I brought the dragon a basket of 10 fish today, but when he finished it, he followed the trail of water I brought with it to the lake. I fished for him for hours and one time I pulled a fish out and it landed wet on its tail. He started to roar and flew back to his cave. I guess this dragon is hurt by water.
Day 6: Today Dirtnag and I went to the cave. It had a small wound on its tail so I tried rapping it in cloth. The dragon didn’t want me to at first but I said it would help him. When I was done it looked at me for 30 seconds before jumping on me and licking my face. I got a rash when I got home.
Day 7: Today I named him Frostbreath, because those rashes make my skin cold. When I left today he wanted to come but I told him to stay. When I got home I asked my mom if she was ok with another dragon in the house, she wasn’t so I built him one outside. My mom was ok with that though. I also made a saddle in case he wanted to come home.
Day 8: Today I went to his tail to check the cut out. I guess water burns heal quickly because it was already gone. I had my back turned when all of a sudden it stuck its head under my legs and took off. I hardly had time to grab on so I quickly lay down. He flew slowly for me to grab something. I had an idea. I told him to go to the clearing, so he zipped off almost knocking me off. I grabbed the saddle and put it on him. We flew for a long time and I realized I was great at it. When we were done he started flying towards my home and dropped me off. I told him tomorrow he was coming to live with me and he looked happy.
Day 9: Today I am closing my journal. I went to the cave and found that he wasn’t there. I started to panic but he landed right behind me. We went flying all day before he landed in the clearing with me. He went to bed in the house I made him, and when I walked inside, he ran in to, grabbing my bed and putting it outside. I guess I’m sleeping outside today.
A few weeks later he and Frostbreath flew together. Dirtnag and Frostbreath helped set up dummies in the trees so he could practice aerial combat. He flew at them, attacking them and destroyed them hitting them twice in as he flew by. He was a natural! He was so happy he practiced that all day. He had a blast!
When he turned 17 he and Frostbreath flew together over the sea. Sticksbreath was having fun but Frostbreath seemed nervous, like something was watching him. All of a sudden a Scalldron burst out of the water. It was a wild and aggressive one. It shot blistering water at Frostbreath. Sticksbreath quickly did a sharp turn and flew as fast as he could back to land. It swam after them. Frostbreath thought he got away when it appeared in front of them and blasted water at them. He turned Frostbreath, but the stream hit it on the back right leg. Sticksbreath slowly glided him down to a cliff, where he examined the wound. Forstbreath was going to be ok, but he was going to be in pain and for a few weeks.
When he turned 18 his mom passed away. It was a sad time for him, living with her for so long. He wished he could have been quicker, because he found her on the floor when he got home. He listened for a heartbeat but there was none. Dirtnag was sad. Sticksbreath then went into town and bought a house for himself with his mom's money left over money she said he could have if she died. Dirtnag didn’t want to come because he wanted to live in the clearing. So Sticksbreath turned the house into a dragons den for Dirtnag, and Dirtnag was happy.
When he turned 21 he celebrated his birthday with Dirtnag and Frostbreath. To Dirtnag he gave his first wooden sword, and the baby dragon fists leather gauntlets to remember him. Sticksbreath had made berk’s stunts, and organization for making games and celebrations, so he was going to be busy. He said that if they saw each other again, they will play sticks and stones all day. (That was their favorite game) Sticksbreath hung the sword on the wall and put the gauntlets on a dummy. He got on Frostfire and flew to Berk where he invested on a pair of steel gauntlets with dragon designs encrypted on them. The Steel points in his knuckles where great for punching.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: The sword of steel.> dragon fists< (equipped to him)
FIGHTING STYLE: No pain No gain. No mercy if they are enemies, and idiots deserve a beating. Pretty vicious eh?
DRAGON NAME: Frostbreath
DRAGON TYPE: Acidic Smokesbreath
DRAGON APPEARANCE: This dragon is blue with white stripes down his neck and body. On his white stomach he has a blue stripe across it. It has spikes down its neck and a long tail with a hook ending. It is a male.
DRAGON PERSONALITY: This dragon is too much
When this was a baby dragon it was cute and cuddly, but now, now it’s a ruthless killer that loves Sticksbreath and respects his friends. When I say killer, I mean, the perfect partner. The dragon is very loyal and fun and he will do anything you ask it to if it trusts you. It is very energetic so it loves to play.
Frostbreath, as i said before, is ruthless and will not hesitate to kill an enemy if asked too. It would bite of your hand to teach you a lesson and then melt it back on with its breath. But it’s not mean, it won’t do anything for no reason and it’s very friendly. Just don't give it eel, or it might melt it and if you’re holding it your hand, your hand.Frostbreath is a bucket of fun, it loves to fly, loves to play, loves to experiment and loves to fight, so this is the perfect dragon for Sticksbreath.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: Frostbreath breaths an acidic breath. It uses it to hurt its prey than dives in to eat it. When breathed on it is inedible to humans. This can be used to poison people. Frostbreath flys in a straight loose way so it can go as fast as possible. It can carry metel pallets in his claws, so it can breathe on them and throw them at others. Like an acid potato. Another technique is when Sticksbreath is on it lowers its head exactly when Sticksbreath attacks so the sword is hidden until it strikes. They know each other so well
