Post by Despair on May 3, 2010 16:07:17 GMT -5
SEE THIS LINK.
characterbios.wetpaint.com/page/Faicianna+Dracen
[glow=white,2,300]..::N.A.M.E::..[/glow]
[glow=white,2,300]..::A.G.E::..[/glow]
[glow=white,2,300]..::G.E.N.D.E.R::.. [/glow]
[glow=white,2,300]..::K.I.N.G.D.O.M::..[/glow]
[glow=white,2,300]..::A.B.I.L.I.T.I.E.S::.. [/glow]
I am a fae from an ancient bloodline.
Some consider it demonic. Others consider it holy. I consider it neither. To me, it is a fact of life.
I am a dragon.
The blood of the incarnates of darkness itself--the blood of the messengers of the God of Hell--runs through my veins. Their language lilts from my tongue, hisses through my mind. Only when my blood is spilled may I shed this skin and take on the massive, godly power of the dragon...but when I do, I am unrivaled by all but the strongest of beings.
In this form, I am able to wield both the ancient Magyk known to be the greatest power of the dragons and the usual attributes to dragonkind. It is a dangerous and tricky thing, to cast spells as they do, but when I manage to complete one, the power is immense and destructive. I am, of course, venomous, and the venom doubles as a sort of acid that can eat through many a thing. I am not one to trifle with.
[glow=white,2,300]..::A.P.P.E.A.R.A.N.C.E::.. [/glow]
My human appearance is angled and etherreal, much like those of the elven bloodlines. Straight, silken brunette hair falls just past my shoulders. Deep auburny eyes with the faintest glint of a feline-like mischief are set in the delicate, exotic bone structure of my face. A long, slender neck leads to the rest of my slim, lean form. I stand at five foot seven and weigh at one hundred and twenty-six pounds. My body is flexible and strong. I am a threat even when in my weaker half.
In my reptilian form, I stand at a towering forty feet tall. Midnight scales cover my body. My slitted irises flicker from red to silver, then to all the other colors in the spectrum as my mood flickers rapidly. A shimmer of color ripples down my body. My mouth opens, revealing teeth, each the length of a man's forearm and as wide around, at the base, as his wrist. A great crest of a thin vertibre that swiftly takes on the hues of my eyes runs from the top of my head to the tip of my tail, which is over twenty feet long in itself and makes up almost three-quarters of my length. Spines that, when I am at rest, are soft and almost rubbery line the tip of my tail with the crest.
My wings span almost eighty feet when fully extended. Symbols in a pale silver, ancient signs interlacing and interlocking in a magnificent, etherreal display, shine faintly through the membrane of the appendages. My six-foot talons curl on each of my four paws as I soar through the air. To attempt to keep up with me if you are not of my kind or exceptionally gifted would be folly.
[glow=white,2,300]..:.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.I.T.Y::.. [/glow]
[glow=white,2,300]..::H.I.S.T.O.R.Y::.. [/glow]
Ironshod of Deviantart
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characterbios.wetpaint.com/page/Faicianna+Dracen
[glow=white,2,300]..::N.A.M.E::..[/glow]
Faicia. Fai. Faicianna. Take your pick.
[glow=white,2,300]..::A.G.E::..[/glow]
19 years of age.
[glow=white,2,300]..::G.E.N.D.E.R::.. [/glow]
Female.
[glow=white,2,300]..::K.I.N.G.D.O.M::..[/glow]
I claim no alliance at this time.
[glow=white,2,300]..::A.B.I.L.I.T.I.E.S::.. [/glow]
I am a fae from an ancient bloodline.
Some consider it demonic. Others consider it holy. I consider it neither. To me, it is a fact of life.
I am a dragon.
The blood of the incarnates of darkness itself--the blood of the messengers of the God of Hell--runs through my veins. Their language lilts from my tongue, hisses through my mind. Only when my blood is spilled may I shed this skin and take on the massive, godly power of the dragon...but when I do, I am unrivaled by all but the strongest of beings.
In this form, I am able to wield both the ancient Magyk known to be the greatest power of the dragons and the usual attributes to dragonkind. It is a dangerous and tricky thing, to cast spells as they do, but when I manage to complete one, the power is immense and destructive. I am, of course, venomous, and the venom doubles as a sort of acid that can eat through many a thing. I am not one to trifle with.
[glow=white,2,300]..::A.P.P.E.A.R.A.N.C.E::.. [/glow]
My human appearance is angled and etherreal, much like those of the elven bloodlines. Straight, silken brunette hair falls just past my shoulders. Deep auburny eyes with the faintest glint of a feline-like mischief are set in the delicate, exotic bone structure of my face. A long, slender neck leads to the rest of my slim, lean form. I stand at five foot seven and weigh at one hundred and twenty-six pounds. My body is flexible and strong. I am a threat even when in my weaker half.
In my reptilian form, I stand at a towering forty feet tall. Midnight scales cover my body. My slitted irises flicker from red to silver, then to all the other colors in the spectrum as my mood flickers rapidly. A shimmer of color ripples down my body. My mouth opens, revealing teeth, each the length of a man's forearm and as wide around, at the base, as his wrist. A great crest of a thin vertibre that swiftly takes on the hues of my eyes runs from the top of my head to the tip of my tail, which is over twenty feet long in itself and makes up almost three-quarters of my length. Spines that, when I am at rest, are soft and almost rubbery line the tip of my tail with the crest.
My wings span almost eighty feet when fully extended. Symbols in a pale silver, ancient signs interlacing and interlocking in a magnificent, etherreal display, shine faintly through the membrane of the appendages. My six-foot talons curl on each of my four paws as I soar through the air. To attempt to keep up with me if you are not of my kind or exceptionally gifted would be folly.
[glow=white,2,300]..:.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.I.T.Y::.. [/glow]
[glow=white,2,300]..::H.I.S.T.O.R.Y::.. [/glow]
Ironshod of Deviantart
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