Post by Valgard & Stump on Aug 19, 2014 3:47:28 GMT 1
NAME: Valgard Skulason
AGE: 15
OCCUPATION: Apprentice Lumberjack
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Male and Asexual.
LIKES: Valgard loves trees, axes, and the freshly cut wood scent. He loves snoozing in the forest. He also enjoys hikes, and obviously enough, cutting trees down. He likes to think, and recently found out he likes to build things. His favorite tree is the Rowan tree.
DISLIKES: He really hates sailing, and fighting. He despises big group gatherings with a passion. He doesn't like foreigners, and he can't read or write. He dislikes Heights. He never enjoyed farming.
STRENGTHS:
STRONG: He resists cold quite a bit, and he is quite strong.
MEDIUM: He is good with ax Swinging, he works good alone, and he is loyal to his friends.
LOW: He has a decent general knowledge of trees, he is a heavy Sleeper, is fairly kind, and he is good at farming. Valgard understands Terrible Terrors.
WEAKNESSES:
BIG: He lacks most general social knowledge, is illiterate, and does not work well with groups. He also has Claustrophobia.
AVERAGE: He can be forgetful, is not very skilled with fighting.
SMALL: He is a heavy Sleeper, and he can be stubborn. Valgard does not quite grasp the concept of how to act around or train any other dragon.
FEARS: He fears the Scauldrons, and the Timberjacks. Talking one on one with the chief is petrifying, and falling off of a dragon to his death horrifies him.
AMBITIONS: Valgard dreams of chopping trees with a single strike, finding his inner confidence, finding a new species of tree that is stronger than other kinds, and to receive his own specially made axe for cutting trees.
SECRETS: Valgard has been sneaking off into the forests to sit alone to think, and he has little shack out in the woods for when he doesn't want to go home, or when he works double shifts.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Valgard has always been a thinker. He never really enjoyed social interaction due to the fact that other people disrupt his thinking. He is fairly picky about who he can trust, and with who his friends are. He can be a little hotheaded at times when it comes down to his occupational choice, but he is relatively cool headed. He is usually stressed out in large gatherings of people because he is claustrophobic. He works at his best when he is out in the forest alone. This gives him ample opportunity to think and and practice what he loves. Valgard can be forgetful, and thus can sometimes not be very reliable when it comes to being to places on time and the likes of that. Valgard is pretty down to earth and quite literal, but that doesn't stop him from making a good joke once in awhile. While Valgard is pretty stubborn at times, he tries to make the best action that benefits everyone. Valgard is usually kind to everyone, but he dislikes foreigners due to what he feels are shady backstories and behaviors that are new and odd to him.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Valgard has a medium height and a stocky build. He weighs a grand 210 lbs. and is about 5 foot 2 inches tall. Don't get him wrong though, for most of his weight is sheer muscle mass from all that tree chopping. His hands are fairly large with fat fingers. Valgard has some stubble, but lacks a real beard. His hair is a bland brown in color, and he keeps it all in one great big braid that hangs behind him. Valgard has a rather large head, and his face is rather circular. His eyes are silvery, which sticks out on his overall being. He has a few scars on his arms from his first, and subsequent, encounters with Stump, and a few on his back from his training accident. He mostly wears thin clothing because he is usually really warm all year round. His usual outfit consists of a thin tan tunic, and a pair of brown pants. He wears the same color of boots as his pants, and they lack any insulation.
HISTORY: Valgard was born into the family of the Skulasons on January 19th in the average home on Berk. Being the only son and sole heir to the family name, he has a lot of pressures and responsibilities to think about. He doesn't need to worry too much yet because both his mother and his father are still alive and living well. He doesn't pay his parents too much mind due to his constant working. His mother and father, named Gyda and Calder respectively, both work as farmers for the community.
Valgard's early stages of life were a blur like most are, but at the turn of 5 his memory served him better. His mother would take him out to the gardens to teach him about the importance of plant life, and their role in the world. He was also taught how to harvest and plant these plants, though he never really cared for it. Every night, his father would sit him down for tales of the past. Tales of mighty vikings that would sail off to kill dragons, and the mighty wars between them. One tale he remembers vividly of a Scauldron spraying water to blind the captain of a boat, and then destroying the boat entirely. This caused his dislike of sailing, and fear of Scauldrons. Scalding hot water was never his thing He also was told a story of a man that fell off of his dragon and plummeted to his death while his dragon watched in glee. After he fell asleep and awoke, he would go back out to the garden to continue his lessons on farming. This was his daily routine for the longest time. Due to his tight schedule, he never learned how to read and write. He never found reading and writing really important either.
Once Valgard turned 10, he got into an argument with his mother about how he hated farming. It was so much nimble hand work for his overall big hands. He wanted to feel the heft of an ax and learn more about swinging than planting. His mother tried to reason with him, but he was too stubborn. She begged him to listen. She told him it was a fruitless endeavor and that he wasn't born to be a "Fighter". Valgard's thoughts were a mess, and he ran off into the forest to think. He found a spot deep within the woods that was relatively untouched. He cleared it out and sat in it for 6 hours. He thought for a long while, staring deep within a single tree. A Rowan tree stood within a small clearing of it's own. After those 6 hours, he got up and moved over to the Rowan tree, and he slowly circled it. If anyone was there, or any sound was made, he did not hear anything, nor did he see anything. He moved his hand across the smooth light grey bark. The tree swayed hypnotically. He was captivated by the tree, and his anger that persisted was soothed. He found himself returning to that tree often to calm him anger, or to relax him during moments of needless stress.
During his 12th year, he snuck off during the night after Thawfest and stole an one sided ax from the forging area. Going out to the forest, he carried this ax. He walked up to a big oak tree and stared at it. Still not entirely sure what he was doing, or why, he hefted the ax onto his shoulder and brought it back. He swung at the tree. Something felt good. It felt right. He had the ax swinging action that he longed for, but it wasn't against anything that could fight back. He swung again, and again, and again. Before long, the sun was looming over the horizon. He looked up to see a radiant ray of sun meet his eyes, and he looked back to the tree. Should he have been paying actual attention, he would have saw that he had made almost no progress on the tree. He made the mistake of being close to the village, and soon a group of vikings found him. After a stern talking to about stealing, and about running off hacking at random trees, he returned the ax to Kenna. For the next month he was closely watched to make sure nothing he didn't try anything else.
Upon turning the age of 13, he entered into the academy for training dragons. After trudging through six months of learning and training, he met face to face with a Terrible Terror. The small creature that packed so much destruction was truly beautiful. He could not come close to it, though. It cowered from him, and his perspective was moved. He had originally wanted to be alone his whole life. Companions would only interrupt him he originally thought. The Terrible Terror was a whole new story. It was small, couldn't drop him to his death, couldn't smash his boat, and it seemed quiet enough. His abilities in training were sub par at best, though. He eventually dropped out of the academy to pursue his dream of being a lumberjack.
Two weeks after dropping out of Training Academy, he approached the Chief, Halldor, with the request to be given training to cut down trees. After another 5 weeks, he was given permission, and began immediately. He trained for a year, learning basics such as proper swinging of the ax, and caring for the wood cutting ax. After learning how to cut down a tree, 1 week after he turned 14, he was tasked with finding a tree and bringing it back to the village. He went off into the forest to find a tree that would truly be a good haul. Traveling back to the tree he swung at 2 years prior, he hefted the ax onto his shoulder. He swung two mighty swings into the tree, and the tree quivered. He swung two mighty swings into the tree, and the tree quivered. Again and again he swung the ax into the tree. The shock waves pounded through out his body. By the time an hour had passed, he was almost done. He moved off to the other side and swung to sever the rest of the tree from the base. He was tired after the hour of tree chopping, so he went off on a break.
His one hour break passed relatively quickly, and he was off to go finish his job when the dry scent of smoke and ash filled his nostrils. He looked up and saw smoke pluming in the distance. The smoke was positioned right over what he thought was his tree, so he rushed off towards the smoking area. When he arrived, he found several vikings putting out the fire, and then staring at him quiet disappointingly. He left and went for a walk through the forest to clear his mind.
Upon returning to the stump an hour later, he was shocked, and somewhat horrified, to see a Terrible Terror resting upon the stump. He slowly moved around the stump looking at this new green intruder. It had one horn smaller than the other, and it was missing a back spike or two. Despite being asleep, the dragon woke up astonishingly quickly when Valgard stepped on some leaves. Realizing his sudden predicament, Valgard braced himself by covering his head with his arms. The dragon leaped off of the stump and tore at Valgard's arms. Valgard pushed off, sending the dragon back. The dragon hissed before running off into the woods.
Valgard met up with this dragon on multiple occasions. It would always appear on the stump of every tree that Valgard cut down. Valgard made the assumption that every tree he cut down was just the home of the dragon, but he was getting tired of explaining the many many cuts and bruises he would come back home with after his encounters with the dragon. He rejoined the academy to learn how to train the Terrible Terror. Another seven weeks passed before he went out with his ax in hand to cut down another tree. His times were progressively getting better. His first tree took him 6 hours, and now he had brought it down to 45 minutes. He turned away and sat down to rest when he suddenly heard a scampering behind him. He looked behind him to see that same Terrible Terror getting up on his stump. He remembered the lessons on Terrible Terror training, and he checked himself for anything shiny. His ax was remotely shiny, so he tried to shine a light onto the ground. The dragon didn't look at the light though, but rather the ax itself. There was a glint of light coming off the ax that the seemed to follow. Valgard moved the ax up, down, left, and right, watching the dragon's eyes follow. He put the ax behind him, and the dragon suddenly bolted off.
The next day, Valgard went off to the same stump to find the dragon sleeping on it. Valgard was confident enough to try to get close, so he brought his ax again. He sat for an hour moving the ax in the same up, down, left, right pattern. He approached the dragon to get closer, but it scampered off again. The next day was the exact same process with him getting a little closer. It took him two weeks of bringing the ax out to even sit next to the stump. Some days were cloudy and he couldn't go out, and some days were perfect. He cut a new tree down on the third week of attempting to train this dragon. He sat down next to the stump and waiting for two hours. The dragon eventually sat up on the stump next to him, and fell asleep. Valgard thought that it was enough progress for the day, and went home. On the following day, he brought a fish to feed to the dragon. Sitting next to the stump, the dragon showed up again and laid down. Valgard reached back, and the dragon watched him attentively. He pulled out a fish and handed it to the dragon. The Terrible Terror stared at his hand for thirty minutes before valgard put the fish down and left.
He entered the forest two days later due to a rain storm. He brought another fish and sat by the stump again. The dragon once more returned and sat waiting. Valgard brought out the fish and held it out. The Terrible Terror let out a flame breath and scorched Valgard's back, but then ate the fish out of his hand. Valgard returned, once again, with another fish. The dragon was already there, and took the fish from Valgard's hand. Valgard went home to think of a name for the dragon that he has been working with since he cut down his first tree. The dragon always sat on the most recent stump that he had created, and so he concluded that "Stump" would be the most fitting name.
Waking up, he rushed outside with one more fish to give to Stump. There, sitting on the stump, was Stump. Handing the fish out to Stump, Valgard tried to call the dragon by his new name. Stump pushed his nose into Valgard's palm, and Valgard felt accomplished. Valgard brought Stump into the village to show his efforts, and his new companion.
Adapting to the village life was hard for Stump, and Valgard made sure that he was behaved. Valgard brought eels with him for whenever Stump decided to practice his new favorite hobby: Lighting individual beard hairs on fire. By the time he turned 15, Stump and him were out cutting down trees together. His choice in his dragon was often questioned, but he answered truthfully about his fear of flying. One month after turning 15, he was starting to work double shifts, so he built a little shack out in the forest for when he needs to get away or stay for the double shift. He built it right in the clearing with a clear look at the Rowan tree that he so often visited.
His life resumes currently as every other day would. He wakes up, cuts trees, relaxes, and sleeps. His day to day life is usually pretty straight forward. Valgard still attends the Academy, but he doesn't go everyday.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: One sided axe.
FIGHTING STYLE: He lacks a fighting style due to lacking fighting skills. He does prefer sideways strikes due to his occupation as a lumberjack.
DRAGON :
NAME: Stump
TYPE: Terrible Terror
APPEARANCE: Stump is your typical green Terrible Terror. He has a stunted horn which is significantly smaller than his other horn. His eyes are yellow with two average sized pupils. He is missing a back spike in between his wings. He is an average size for a Terrible Terror, about 1.4 feet long.
PERSONALITY: Stump is a pretty quiet dragon, but he still enjoys causing a bit of ruckus. His favorite trouble to cause is lighting individual beard hairs on fire. He is quite impatient when it comes to waiting and sitting around, but he makes up for it with his loyalty to Valgard. Sometimes a little over protective, he can be quick to the defensive stance. Stump is usually late to wake up, and doesn't like to do more than he is supposed to do. He does not like loud noises, and thus, is afraid of things like catapults and thunderstorms. He finds forests to be a place where he can sleep at ease, and enjoys climbing trees. He dislikes flying because the other siblings flew much better than he ever did. Stump prefers to sleep in the shack, so that he can get an extra hour or three of sleep in before Valgard shows up. He does, however, most often come home with Valgard.
STRENGTHS:
STRONG: Stump is pin point accurate up to 250 meters, and his flame doesn't fizzle out until 251 meters.
Medium: Stump is small, agile, and a skilled climber
Low: Stump is relatively quiet.
WEAKNESSES:
BIG: Stump is Easily Distracted, and is a weak flier. He has a 3 shot limit.
AVERAGE: Stump is overly protective, and he is sensitive to loud sounds.
SMALL: Stump is lazy, and impatient.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: Checked by Cym
CBOX NAME: VladimirUhl
AGE: 15
OCCUPATION: Apprentice Lumberjack
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Male and Asexual.
LIKES: Valgard loves trees, axes, and the freshly cut wood scent. He loves snoozing in the forest. He also enjoys hikes, and obviously enough, cutting trees down. He likes to think, and recently found out he likes to build things. His favorite tree is the Rowan tree.
DISLIKES: He really hates sailing, and fighting. He despises big group gatherings with a passion. He doesn't like foreigners, and he can't read or write. He dislikes Heights. He never enjoyed farming.
STRENGTHS:
STRONG: He resists cold quite a bit, and he is quite strong.
MEDIUM: He is good with ax Swinging, he works good alone, and he is loyal to his friends.
LOW: He has a decent general knowledge of trees, he is a heavy Sleeper, is fairly kind, and he is good at farming. Valgard understands Terrible Terrors.
WEAKNESSES:
BIG: He lacks most general social knowledge, is illiterate, and does not work well with groups. He also has Claustrophobia.
AVERAGE: He can be forgetful, is not very skilled with fighting.
SMALL: He is a heavy Sleeper, and he can be stubborn. Valgard does not quite grasp the concept of how to act around or train any other dragon.
FEARS: He fears the Scauldrons, and the Timberjacks. Talking one on one with the chief is petrifying, and falling off of a dragon to his death horrifies him.
AMBITIONS: Valgard dreams of chopping trees with a single strike, finding his inner confidence, finding a new species of tree that is stronger than other kinds, and to receive his own specially made axe for cutting trees.
SECRETS: Valgard has been sneaking off into the forests to sit alone to think, and he has little shack out in the woods for when he doesn't want to go home, or when he works double shifts.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Valgard has always been a thinker. He never really enjoyed social interaction due to the fact that other people disrupt his thinking. He is fairly picky about who he can trust, and with who his friends are. He can be a little hotheaded at times when it comes down to his occupational choice, but he is relatively cool headed. He is usually stressed out in large gatherings of people because he is claustrophobic. He works at his best when he is out in the forest alone. This gives him ample opportunity to think and and practice what he loves. Valgard can be forgetful, and thus can sometimes not be very reliable when it comes to being to places on time and the likes of that. Valgard is pretty down to earth and quite literal, but that doesn't stop him from making a good joke once in awhile. While Valgard is pretty stubborn at times, he tries to make the best action that benefits everyone. Valgard is usually kind to everyone, but he dislikes foreigners due to what he feels are shady backstories and behaviors that are new and odd to him.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Valgard has a medium height and a stocky build. He weighs a grand 210 lbs. and is about 5 foot 2 inches tall. Don't get him wrong though, for most of his weight is sheer muscle mass from all that tree chopping. His hands are fairly large with fat fingers. Valgard has some stubble, but lacks a real beard. His hair is a bland brown in color, and he keeps it all in one great big braid that hangs behind him. Valgard has a rather large head, and his face is rather circular. His eyes are silvery, which sticks out on his overall being. He has a few scars on his arms from his first, and subsequent, encounters with Stump, and a few on his back from his training accident. He mostly wears thin clothing because he is usually really warm all year round. His usual outfit consists of a thin tan tunic, and a pair of brown pants. He wears the same color of boots as his pants, and they lack any insulation.
HISTORY: Valgard was born into the family of the Skulasons on January 19th in the average home on Berk. Being the only son and sole heir to the family name, he has a lot of pressures and responsibilities to think about. He doesn't need to worry too much yet because both his mother and his father are still alive and living well. He doesn't pay his parents too much mind due to his constant working. His mother and father, named Gyda and Calder respectively, both work as farmers for the community.
Valgard's early stages of life were a blur like most are, but at the turn of 5 his memory served him better. His mother would take him out to the gardens to teach him about the importance of plant life, and their role in the world. He was also taught how to harvest and plant these plants, though he never really cared for it. Every night, his father would sit him down for tales of the past. Tales of mighty vikings that would sail off to kill dragons, and the mighty wars between them. One tale he remembers vividly of a Scauldron spraying water to blind the captain of a boat, and then destroying the boat entirely. This caused his dislike of sailing, and fear of Scauldrons. Scalding hot water was never his thing He also was told a story of a man that fell off of his dragon and plummeted to his death while his dragon watched in glee. After he fell asleep and awoke, he would go back out to the garden to continue his lessons on farming. This was his daily routine for the longest time. Due to his tight schedule, he never learned how to read and write. He never found reading and writing really important either.
Once Valgard turned 10, he got into an argument with his mother about how he hated farming. It was so much nimble hand work for his overall big hands. He wanted to feel the heft of an ax and learn more about swinging than planting. His mother tried to reason with him, but he was too stubborn. She begged him to listen. She told him it was a fruitless endeavor and that he wasn't born to be a "Fighter". Valgard's thoughts were a mess, and he ran off into the forest to think. He found a spot deep within the woods that was relatively untouched. He cleared it out and sat in it for 6 hours. He thought for a long while, staring deep within a single tree. A Rowan tree stood within a small clearing of it's own. After those 6 hours, he got up and moved over to the Rowan tree, and he slowly circled it. If anyone was there, or any sound was made, he did not hear anything, nor did he see anything. He moved his hand across the smooth light grey bark. The tree swayed hypnotically. He was captivated by the tree, and his anger that persisted was soothed. He found himself returning to that tree often to calm him anger, or to relax him during moments of needless stress.
During his 12th year, he snuck off during the night after Thawfest and stole an one sided ax from the forging area. Going out to the forest, he carried this ax. He walked up to a big oak tree and stared at it. Still not entirely sure what he was doing, or why, he hefted the ax onto his shoulder and brought it back. He swung at the tree. Something felt good. It felt right. He had the ax swinging action that he longed for, but it wasn't against anything that could fight back. He swung again, and again, and again. Before long, the sun was looming over the horizon. He looked up to see a radiant ray of sun meet his eyes, and he looked back to the tree. Should he have been paying actual attention, he would have saw that he had made almost no progress on the tree. He made the mistake of being close to the village, and soon a group of vikings found him. After a stern talking to about stealing, and about running off hacking at random trees, he returned the ax to Kenna. For the next month he was closely watched to make sure nothing he didn't try anything else.
Upon turning the age of 13, he entered into the academy for training dragons. After trudging through six months of learning and training, he met face to face with a Terrible Terror. The small creature that packed so much destruction was truly beautiful. He could not come close to it, though. It cowered from him, and his perspective was moved. He had originally wanted to be alone his whole life. Companions would only interrupt him he originally thought. The Terrible Terror was a whole new story. It was small, couldn't drop him to his death, couldn't smash his boat, and it seemed quiet enough. His abilities in training were sub par at best, though. He eventually dropped out of the academy to pursue his dream of being a lumberjack.
Two weeks after dropping out of Training Academy, he approached the Chief, Halldor, with the request to be given training to cut down trees. After another 5 weeks, he was given permission, and began immediately. He trained for a year, learning basics such as proper swinging of the ax, and caring for the wood cutting ax. After learning how to cut down a tree, 1 week after he turned 14, he was tasked with finding a tree and bringing it back to the village. He went off into the forest to find a tree that would truly be a good haul. Traveling back to the tree he swung at 2 years prior, he hefted the ax onto his shoulder. He swung two mighty swings into the tree, and the tree quivered. He swung two mighty swings into the tree, and the tree quivered. Again and again he swung the ax into the tree. The shock waves pounded through out his body. By the time an hour had passed, he was almost done. He moved off to the other side and swung to sever the rest of the tree from the base. He was tired after the hour of tree chopping, so he went off on a break.
His one hour break passed relatively quickly, and he was off to go finish his job when the dry scent of smoke and ash filled his nostrils. He looked up and saw smoke pluming in the distance. The smoke was positioned right over what he thought was his tree, so he rushed off towards the smoking area. When he arrived, he found several vikings putting out the fire, and then staring at him quiet disappointingly. He left and went for a walk through the forest to clear his mind.
Upon returning to the stump an hour later, he was shocked, and somewhat horrified, to see a Terrible Terror resting upon the stump. He slowly moved around the stump looking at this new green intruder. It had one horn smaller than the other, and it was missing a back spike or two. Despite being asleep, the dragon woke up astonishingly quickly when Valgard stepped on some leaves. Realizing his sudden predicament, Valgard braced himself by covering his head with his arms. The dragon leaped off of the stump and tore at Valgard's arms. Valgard pushed off, sending the dragon back. The dragon hissed before running off into the woods.
Valgard met up with this dragon on multiple occasions. It would always appear on the stump of every tree that Valgard cut down. Valgard made the assumption that every tree he cut down was just the home of the dragon, but he was getting tired of explaining the many many cuts and bruises he would come back home with after his encounters with the dragon. He rejoined the academy to learn how to train the Terrible Terror. Another seven weeks passed before he went out with his ax in hand to cut down another tree. His times were progressively getting better. His first tree took him 6 hours, and now he had brought it down to 45 minutes. He turned away and sat down to rest when he suddenly heard a scampering behind him. He looked behind him to see that same Terrible Terror getting up on his stump. He remembered the lessons on Terrible Terror training, and he checked himself for anything shiny. His ax was remotely shiny, so he tried to shine a light onto the ground. The dragon didn't look at the light though, but rather the ax itself. There was a glint of light coming off the ax that the seemed to follow. Valgard moved the ax up, down, left, and right, watching the dragon's eyes follow. He put the ax behind him, and the dragon suddenly bolted off.
The next day, Valgard went off to the same stump to find the dragon sleeping on it. Valgard was confident enough to try to get close, so he brought his ax again. He sat for an hour moving the ax in the same up, down, left, right pattern. He approached the dragon to get closer, but it scampered off again. The next day was the exact same process with him getting a little closer. It took him two weeks of bringing the ax out to even sit next to the stump. Some days were cloudy and he couldn't go out, and some days were perfect. He cut a new tree down on the third week of attempting to train this dragon. He sat down next to the stump and waiting for two hours. The dragon eventually sat up on the stump next to him, and fell asleep. Valgard thought that it was enough progress for the day, and went home. On the following day, he brought a fish to feed to the dragon. Sitting next to the stump, the dragon showed up again and laid down. Valgard reached back, and the dragon watched him attentively. He pulled out a fish and handed it to the dragon. The Terrible Terror stared at his hand for thirty minutes before valgard put the fish down and left.
He entered the forest two days later due to a rain storm. He brought another fish and sat by the stump again. The dragon once more returned and sat waiting. Valgard brought out the fish and held it out. The Terrible Terror let out a flame breath and scorched Valgard's back, but then ate the fish out of his hand. Valgard returned, once again, with another fish. The dragon was already there, and took the fish from Valgard's hand. Valgard went home to think of a name for the dragon that he has been working with since he cut down his first tree. The dragon always sat on the most recent stump that he had created, and so he concluded that "Stump" would be the most fitting name.
Waking up, he rushed outside with one more fish to give to Stump. There, sitting on the stump, was Stump. Handing the fish out to Stump, Valgard tried to call the dragon by his new name. Stump pushed his nose into Valgard's palm, and Valgard felt accomplished. Valgard brought Stump into the village to show his efforts, and his new companion.
Adapting to the village life was hard for Stump, and Valgard made sure that he was behaved. Valgard brought eels with him for whenever Stump decided to practice his new favorite hobby: Lighting individual beard hairs on fire. By the time he turned 15, Stump and him were out cutting down trees together. His choice in his dragon was often questioned, but he answered truthfully about his fear of flying. One month after turning 15, he was starting to work double shifts, so he built a little shack out in the forest for when he needs to get away or stay for the double shift. He built it right in the clearing with a clear look at the Rowan tree that he so often visited.
His life resumes currently as every other day would. He wakes up, cuts trees, relaxes, and sleeps. His day to day life is usually pretty straight forward. Valgard still attends the Academy, but he doesn't go everyday.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: One sided axe.
FIGHTING STYLE: He lacks a fighting style due to lacking fighting skills. He does prefer sideways strikes due to his occupation as a lumberjack.
DRAGON :
NAME: Stump
TYPE: Terrible Terror
APPEARANCE: Stump is your typical green Terrible Terror. He has a stunted horn which is significantly smaller than his other horn. His eyes are yellow with two average sized pupils. He is missing a back spike in between his wings. He is an average size for a Terrible Terror, about 1.4 feet long.
PERSONALITY: Stump is a pretty quiet dragon, but he still enjoys causing a bit of ruckus. His favorite trouble to cause is lighting individual beard hairs on fire. He is quite impatient when it comes to waiting and sitting around, but he makes up for it with his loyalty to Valgard. Sometimes a little over protective, he can be quick to the defensive stance. Stump is usually late to wake up, and doesn't like to do more than he is supposed to do. He does not like loud noises, and thus, is afraid of things like catapults and thunderstorms. He finds forests to be a place where he can sleep at ease, and enjoys climbing trees. He dislikes flying because the other siblings flew much better than he ever did. Stump prefers to sleep in the shack, so that he can get an extra hour or three of sleep in before Valgard shows up. He does, however, most often come home with Valgard.
STRENGTHS:
STRONG: Stump is pin point accurate up to 250 meters, and his flame doesn't fizzle out until 251 meters.
Medium: Stump is small, agile, and a skilled climber
Low: Stump is relatively quiet.
WEAKNESSES:
BIG: Stump is Easily Distracted, and is a weak flier. He has a 3 shot limit.
AVERAGE: Stump is overly protective, and he is sensitive to loud sounds.
SMALL: Stump is lazy, and impatient.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: Checked by Cym
CBOX NAME: VladimirUhl
