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Name:Scout Marcein, Scout, Stormy Scout, Storm Chaser
Age:19 years old
Occupation:being a observer of living things/things that make a reaction; mostly interested in the materials of Thunder Storms, lightning and rain; usually can be seen running in a storm to feel Thor's mighty power in the wind.
Gender and Sexuality:Scout is definitely female...but she sways a bit differently than most girls; she goes for her other female friends and usually bonds with males as if she were 'one of the guys'
Likes:Storms(this includes all of it, rain, thunder, lightning, clouds), being a bit reckless, dangerous events, challenges, surprise sneak attacks, playing tricks on her friends, breaking a few rules
Dislikes:Goody-to-shoes, proper vikings(even though that's very rare in vikings) Non-risk takers, standing still for more than five minutes, missing a perfectly good storm, rules laid out to her, following strict orders
Strengths:Telling when a Storm is coming(whether it be from nature signs or smelling the moisture in the air), hand to hand sword combat, Knowing the different changes of the environment around her, ticking vikings off, coming up with devious ideas that really should be in better use
Weaknesses:Doesn't see that her own knowledge could help others in dangerous times(ex:tornado, blizzard, etc.), doesn't know when enough is enough(more to the tricks she plays), not knowing when the weather could become life threatening
Fears:Being kept away from a perfect storm, going a full moon without seeing a storm or event related
Ambitions:Becoming a very well known storm chaser and master prankster
Secrets:She's actually quite scared of Lightening; odd how she loves the storm's so much, but she never misses the sight of it. Hates flying as well; Scout has a theory that if one touches any part of a cloud, it will make Thor sad and delay any upcoming rain or storm.
Overall Personality:Boisterous, Deviant and above all Mischievous; Scout is the bad girl when it comes to socializing; the tyrant trickster. Her pranks. Are clever as you never see a trace of her before the trick blows up in your face.
But she's not all tricks and play; her goal and achievement in life is to truly understand Thor's actions with a storm brewing and what could be the cause of it; She turns extactic and gleeful at every arriving storm, often leading her to run around and be loud like the thunder; possibly to encourage Thor to keep the storm going.
Around other people, she can appear sly, clever and sneaky; like a Fox, and apparently very hot tempered like a Monstrous Nightmare; her face will turn red when angered or irritated, which is quite funny to see.
But becoming her close friend, which takes some time, is very rewarding; she shares her experiences of attempting to interact with Thor, will always try to have a fairly good time, and maybe cut down the pranks on her close friends..maybe to one or two a day.
Physical Description:Scout's hair color is a bit of a Brownish red, medium cut to where the tips curve up a bit at the shoulders, a few streaks of natural dirt brown in the mix. Her skin tone is pale, as she doesn't go out into the sun much as she doesn't study it. Her face is feminine and soft, with prominent cheek bones and a small nose. Her eyes are a deep pine green; soft and almost mystical like.
Scout's body is a fit one, with a small meat gut on her belly and hips to give her body some curve. Her arms are long and fingers quite slender and bony, where as her legs are medium length but thick in the thigh area; able to help her run as she chases after storms.
Her main wardrobe is a silk white shirt covered up by a buttoned Yak fur coat, grey in color and no sleeves.She occasionally wears a large black sheep's winter coat for winter or rainy occasions. The silk shirt has long sleeves but also her arms are fit with long leather gloves that go to her elbow, spikes along the knuckles and sides. Her waist is covered by a black belt with a metal dragon head as the buckle, pants are up to the length of her lower leg stopping at the top of the foot; deep dark brown with thread through the sides and a few patches on the left leg. Her boots are big; but not bulky to where it'd be hard for her to travel, they're a deep greyish color.
History:Scout was born in Berk; around the spring time after the buds began to bloom, of course the spring never lasted to long in Berk so it was short lived. Scout was quite the energetic child; from the time she could roll around to standing and taking her first steps into the world, she's been a busy child. Getting into anything she wasn't suppose too, hiding things she wasn't suppose to have quite well infact! And the one factor she's known to have...not listening to a word anyone tells her to do.
As she grew these behaviors enhanced; pranking surprisingly started at a young age for her..getting into trouble was her current everyday event. Her father would scold her for anything she did; but her mischievous ways continued.
Scout's mother however..was not really there to support her father in raising the child. At the age of four, her mother had gone out to sea for an unknown reason; some say that she was secretly trying to get food for her family as times were tough that spring, other myths were told that she had a secret life off of Berk...but the only thing they knew is that her last sea voyage was halted. Only the remains of the boat washed up to the shore. But Scout feels her mother is still somewhere out there.
Nearing the two digit number age; Scout was always the one staying out past her curfew; her father had to actually search the island to find her cause Scout never stayed home except for food, her curiosity of the world had her climbing, scaling and venturing every nook and hole in Berk, sometimes she could be found sleeping in a low branch tree or hole a dragon might of made. Following training rules were not of her interest; she wanted to find a dragon she could bond with in a different way than how the others explained..but of course being a young and inexperienced trainee; finding a dragon has become quite impossible for her. Her first method's of gaining trust didn't exactly do any favor for the dragon..they would normally chase her off or fly away to be rid of the neucense she possessed.
Now as a young Adult; her skills in pranks isn't the only thing that grew. The fighting she had with training lessons on her father had turned her into an excellent swords-woman; a strong interest in Storms; which grew from her late teens age; has grown to a more goal in her life, to study why Thor would make these Storms and how he could possibly do so. On the side Scout has been trying to get enough items to trade for a boat; she wishes on day to sail out to all the known islands and unknown to search for her mother...and bring her back home.
Meeting Borealis was no mistake; Scout had felt like something this day was to happen; going out early meant she felt exited about this feeling. For a while nothing seemed to happen around her; the sun rose over the firey looking tree's as a autumn breeze flew in to carress her hair. Scout had chosen to visit the famous spot of their past hero's; stepping down into the cove was the start of her surprise.
Footprints of a large creature could be seen starting at the coves walls, Scout believed the unknown beast could of jumped down from that height, but she never seen these foot marks before..or the weird line that was between them or the soft frost pile at the sides and on a few rocks. Things were getting interestingly weird...till movement up ahead caught her attention; reaching up to a very fresh dug out hole, Scout covered her arms in her yak vest feeling a cold chill frequently blowing on her.
She spoke into the hole once and only received a glare of red eye looking up at her. She froze..but not litterally. Her amazement of finding something inside this den hole was what she was feeling earlier that morning. Sticking it's head out was a medium sized head of a CrystilScale Dragon; it seemed to have this yellowish golden liquid on it's muzzle and lightly lapping it up till it spoted Scout.
Both were frozen; not daring to move from this one moment where both rejistered eachother's presence, but the dragon was the first to break eye contact and go back to licking it's treat off it's lips. Scout on the other hand felt bewildered and captivated; she'd never seen a Crystil except in illustrations of the Dragon book; she didn't know much about these dragons except that they could freeze vikings to escape from a fight.
Scout kept her distance; for a few days she visited the female dragon, watching her lay in her den or catching the figure of her in the big body of water, snatching up fish and weeds from the water's floor. A few attempts to get the dragon more accustomed to her presence was bringing fish to her and talking when the dragon would see her; in that way the female would know she meant no harm and that her voice was friendly and to announce when she was coming so as to not spook the dragoness. She spent as much time as she could with the bulky female, even a few night's sleeping a few yards from the hole so the Dragon could watch her and Scout could watch the dragon.
With in two to three months, Scout was feeling like this would end up like every other encounter and she'd end up with no scaly friend to call her own, the fish feeding and the talking only did so much to keep the dragon comfortable; Scout wanted to bond with her though, she really felt a connection trying to develop...she was just missing something.
The last day she felt she should try connecting with her dragon, she had a big breakfast of Honey on bread and strips of chicken; some honey had gotten on her undershirt without her much noticing till she got to the cove. Seeing Boera, which she named after the northern lights that displayed one night when they were together, was the last thing Scout saw before getting tackled to the ground! The dragoness had smelt the honey on Scout shirt and grew highly interested; licking up what she could and rubbing the tip of her head into Scout's chest to get the scent on her.
And that was it! Once Scout saw that Borea loved honey, and brought her a whole bucket load of the warm delicasy, the two were able to become closer; Borea became more open and had evenchually started following Scout into the village...scout finally got herself a wonderful sweet-loving companion.
Weapon of Choice:her long Sword; black handle with a metal blade, a small metal feather icon imbedded at each side of the sword's handle.
Fighting Style:Ambush attack; awaiting for her prey to fall into her trap or to come close to her so she may spring into action
DRAGON NAME: Borealis, Borea
DRAGON TYPE: CrystilScale
DRAGON APPEARANCE: Black stripes upon her back with white on the inside, surrounded by a dark blue coloration. The rest of the body is a light soft blue with a creamy belly, neck and small part of tail. Legs are covered in a cream like feathery coat and underneath the neck and on the sides of the belly, waist and tail. Eye's are a reddish orange with a small yellow stream that fades out quickly. long fin's on back are a dark blue with a highlighted blue in the mix and a large chest plate of armor scales.
She's not quite full grown so about the length of a Fury till she begins to grow more to a Nightmare size.
DRAGON PERSONALITY: Elegant in form and stature; Borea is as graceful as a swan could be in her good moments, when she's feeling happy or proud of something. Usually in her norm, her walk is a canter, kicking her hind paws up a tiny bit as her tail swishes and knocks against tree's. Or within the water, making twirls for fun as her whole body flexibly moves like a long fish.
She's a soft and gentle touch; she wouldn't hurt anything unless it threatened her, but overall she's good matured, mature and curious as all Crystil's are. Her curiosity would start out with her huffing and sniffing, poking things with her snout and or front paws.
She's been known to make a frost cover near the entrance of her cave; it's in her way of decorating her den to be unique from the other Crystil's, plus she loves stepping on cool wet grass in the morning after.
Fighting isn't her strong point; but she's quite capable of throwing her weight around. Whipping her paddle like tail into a dragon or neucense vikings. She rarely ever bites, never sunk her fangs into anyone..but it doesn't mean she won't do it one day..to the wrong creature threatening her.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: Ability to hit enemies with a frost-breath to freeze them in place so fleeing will be more efficient.
Able to freeze a portion of a lake(unless in winter) for the healing process.
Quite quick on her feet with the occasional bumping into tree's or houses, inside water she is a lot more flexible and agile.
Able to do different body impressions; happy, sad, confused, bewildered, etc both on her face and in posture of her body.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES:*********
CBOX NAME:Scout
Age:19 years old
Occupation:being a observer of living things/things that make a reaction; mostly interested in the materials of Thunder Storms, lightning and rain; usually can be seen running in a storm to feel Thor's mighty power in the wind.
Gender and Sexuality:Scout is definitely female...but she sways a bit differently than most girls; she goes for her other female friends and usually bonds with males as if she were 'one of the guys'
Likes:Storms(this includes all of it, rain, thunder, lightning, clouds), being a bit reckless, dangerous events, challenges, surprise sneak attacks, playing tricks on her friends, breaking a few rules
Dislikes:Goody-to-shoes, proper vikings(even though that's very rare in vikings) Non-risk takers, standing still for more than five minutes, missing a perfectly good storm, rules laid out to her, following strict orders
Strengths:Telling when a Storm is coming(whether it be from nature signs or smelling the moisture in the air), hand to hand sword combat, Knowing the different changes of the environment around her, ticking vikings off, coming up with devious ideas that really should be in better use
Weaknesses:Doesn't see that her own knowledge could help others in dangerous times(ex:tornado, blizzard, etc.), doesn't know when enough is enough(more to the tricks she plays), not knowing when the weather could become life threatening
Fears:Being kept away from a perfect storm, going a full moon without seeing a storm or event related
Ambitions:Becoming a very well known storm chaser and master prankster
Secrets:She's actually quite scared of Lightening; odd how she loves the storm's so much, but she never misses the sight of it. Hates flying as well; Scout has a theory that if one touches any part of a cloud, it will make Thor sad and delay any upcoming rain or storm.
Overall Personality:Boisterous, Deviant and above all Mischievous; Scout is the bad girl when it comes to socializing; the tyrant trickster. Her pranks. Are clever as you never see a trace of her before the trick blows up in your face.
But she's not all tricks and play; her goal and achievement in life is to truly understand Thor's actions with a storm brewing and what could be the cause of it; She turns extactic and gleeful at every arriving storm, often leading her to run around and be loud like the thunder; possibly to encourage Thor to keep the storm going.
Around other people, she can appear sly, clever and sneaky; like a Fox, and apparently very hot tempered like a Monstrous Nightmare; her face will turn red when angered or irritated, which is quite funny to see.
But becoming her close friend, which takes some time, is very rewarding; she shares her experiences of attempting to interact with Thor, will always try to have a fairly good time, and maybe cut down the pranks on her close friends..maybe to one or two a day.
Physical Description:Scout's hair color is a bit of a Brownish red, medium cut to where the tips curve up a bit at the shoulders, a few streaks of natural dirt brown in the mix. Her skin tone is pale, as she doesn't go out into the sun much as she doesn't study it. Her face is feminine and soft, with prominent cheek bones and a small nose. Her eyes are a deep pine green; soft and almost mystical like.
Scout's body is a fit one, with a small meat gut on her belly and hips to give her body some curve. Her arms are long and fingers quite slender and bony, where as her legs are medium length but thick in the thigh area; able to help her run as she chases after storms.
Her main wardrobe is a silk white shirt covered up by a buttoned Yak fur coat, grey in color and no sleeves.She occasionally wears a large black sheep's winter coat for winter or rainy occasions. The silk shirt has long sleeves but also her arms are fit with long leather gloves that go to her elbow, spikes along the knuckles and sides. Her waist is covered by a black belt with a metal dragon head as the buckle, pants are up to the length of her lower leg stopping at the top of the foot; deep dark brown with thread through the sides and a few patches on the left leg. Her boots are big; but not bulky to where it'd be hard for her to travel, they're a deep greyish color.
History:Scout was born in Berk; around the spring time after the buds began to bloom, of course the spring never lasted to long in Berk so it was short lived. Scout was quite the energetic child; from the time she could roll around to standing and taking her first steps into the world, she's been a busy child. Getting into anything she wasn't suppose too, hiding things she wasn't suppose to have quite well infact! And the one factor she's known to have...not listening to a word anyone tells her to do.
As she grew these behaviors enhanced; pranking surprisingly started at a young age for her..getting into trouble was her current everyday event. Her father would scold her for anything she did; but her mischievous ways continued.
Scout's mother however..was not really there to support her father in raising the child. At the age of four, her mother had gone out to sea for an unknown reason; some say that she was secretly trying to get food for her family as times were tough that spring, other myths were told that she had a secret life off of Berk...but the only thing they knew is that her last sea voyage was halted. Only the remains of the boat washed up to the shore. But Scout feels her mother is still somewhere out there.
Nearing the two digit number age; Scout was always the one staying out past her curfew; her father had to actually search the island to find her cause Scout never stayed home except for food, her curiosity of the world had her climbing, scaling and venturing every nook and hole in Berk, sometimes she could be found sleeping in a low branch tree or hole a dragon might of made. Following training rules were not of her interest; she wanted to find a dragon she could bond with in a different way than how the others explained..but of course being a young and inexperienced trainee; finding a dragon has become quite impossible for her. Her first method's of gaining trust didn't exactly do any favor for the dragon..they would normally chase her off or fly away to be rid of the neucense she possessed.
Now as a young Adult; her skills in pranks isn't the only thing that grew. The fighting she had with training lessons on her father had turned her into an excellent swords-woman; a strong interest in Storms; which grew from her late teens age; has grown to a more goal in her life, to study why Thor would make these Storms and how he could possibly do so. On the side Scout has been trying to get enough items to trade for a boat; she wishes on day to sail out to all the known islands and unknown to search for her mother...and bring her back home.
Meeting Borealis was no mistake; Scout had felt like something this day was to happen; going out early meant she felt exited about this feeling. For a while nothing seemed to happen around her; the sun rose over the firey looking tree's as a autumn breeze flew in to carress her hair. Scout had chosen to visit the famous spot of their past hero's; stepping down into the cove was the start of her surprise.
Footprints of a large creature could be seen starting at the coves walls, Scout believed the unknown beast could of jumped down from that height, but she never seen these foot marks before..or the weird line that was between them or the soft frost pile at the sides and on a few rocks. Things were getting interestingly weird...till movement up ahead caught her attention; reaching up to a very fresh dug out hole, Scout covered her arms in her yak vest feeling a cold chill frequently blowing on her.
She spoke into the hole once and only received a glare of red eye looking up at her. She froze..but not litterally. Her amazement of finding something inside this den hole was what she was feeling earlier that morning. Sticking it's head out was a medium sized head of a CrystilScale Dragon; it seemed to have this yellowish golden liquid on it's muzzle and lightly lapping it up till it spoted Scout.
Both were frozen; not daring to move from this one moment where both rejistered eachother's presence, but the dragon was the first to break eye contact and go back to licking it's treat off it's lips. Scout on the other hand felt bewildered and captivated; she'd never seen a Crystil except in illustrations of the Dragon book; she didn't know much about these dragons except that they could freeze vikings to escape from a fight.
Scout kept her distance; for a few days she visited the female dragon, watching her lay in her den or catching the figure of her in the big body of water, snatching up fish and weeds from the water's floor. A few attempts to get the dragon more accustomed to her presence was bringing fish to her and talking when the dragon would see her; in that way the female would know she meant no harm and that her voice was friendly and to announce when she was coming so as to not spook the dragoness. She spent as much time as she could with the bulky female, even a few night's sleeping a few yards from the hole so the Dragon could watch her and Scout could watch the dragon.
With in two to three months, Scout was feeling like this would end up like every other encounter and she'd end up with no scaly friend to call her own, the fish feeding and the talking only did so much to keep the dragon comfortable; Scout wanted to bond with her though, she really felt a connection trying to develop...she was just missing something.
The last day she felt she should try connecting with her dragon, she had a big breakfast of Honey on bread and strips of chicken; some honey had gotten on her undershirt without her much noticing till she got to the cove. Seeing Boera, which she named after the northern lights that displayed one night when they were together, was the last thing Scout saw before getting tackled to the ground! The dragoness had smelt the honey on Scout shirt and grew highly interested; licking up what she could and rubbing the tip of her head into Scout's chest to get the scent on her.
And that was it! Once Scout saw that Borea loved honey, and brought her a whole bucket load of the warm delicasy, the two were able to become closer; Borea became more open and had evenchually started following Scout into the village...scout finally got herself a wonderful sweet-loving companion.
Weapon of Choice:her long Sword; black handle with a metal blade, a small metal feather icon imbedded at each side of the sword's handle.
Fighting Style:Ambush attack; awaiting for her prey to fall into her trap or to come close to her so she may spring into action
DRAGON NAME: Borealis, Borea
DRAGON TYPE: CrystilScale
DRAGON APPEARANCE: Black stripes upon her back with white on the inside, surrounded by a dark blue coloration. The rest of the body is a light soft blue with a creamy belly, neck and small part of tail. Legs are covered in a cream like feathery coat and underneath the neck and on the sides of the belly, waist and tail. Eye's are a reddish orange with a small yellow stream that fades out quickly. long fin's on back are a dark blue with a highlighted blue in the mix and a large chest plate of armor scales.
She's not quite full grown so about the length of a Fury till she begins to grow more to a Nightmare size.
DRAGON PERSONALITY: Elegant in form and stature; Borea is as graceful as a swan could be in her good moments, when she's feeling happy or proud of something. Usually in her norm, her walk is a canter, kicking her hind paws up a tiny bit as her tail swishes and knocks against tree's. Or within the water, making twirls for fun as her whole body flexibly moves like a long fish.
She's a soft and gentle touch; she wouldn't hurt anything unless it threatened her, but overall she's good matured, mature and curious as all Crystil's are. Her curiosity would start out with her huffing and sniffing, poking things with her snout and or front paws.
She's been known to make a frost cover near the entrance of her cave; it's in her way of decorating her den to be unique from the other Crystil's, plus she loves stepping on cool wet grass in the morning after.
Fighting isn't her strong point; but she's quite capable of throwing her weight around. Whipping her paddle like tail into a dragon or neucense vikings. She rarely ever bites, never sunk her fangs into anyone..but it doesn't mean she won't do it one day..to the wrong creature threatening her.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: Ability to hit enemies with a frost-breath to freeze them in place so fleeing will be more efficient.
Able to freeze a portion of a lake(unless in winter) for the healing process.
Quite quick on her feet with the occasional bumping into tree's or houses, inside water she is a lot more flexible and agile.
Able to do different body impressions; happy, sad, confused, bewildered, etc both on her face and in posture of her body.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES:*********
CBOX NAME:Scout
