Post by Thyrdowhan on Apr 2, 2011 16:47:31 GMT -5
ZYNN-TAE BANEBRINGER
my own drawing at imageshack.com
ARE YOU READY TO TAKE A CHANCE AND RISK IT ALL?
[/font]IT'S DO OR DIE, FIGHT OR FLIGHT. [/font] [/center]
FULL NAME: Zynn-tae Banebringer
NICKNAME:Zyntz, Banebringer, Dreadmare
SPECIES: Nightmare
GENDER: Female
AGE: Unknown
DO YOU WANT TO FEEL ALIVE?
ARE YOU IN OR WILL YOU FLEE TO SAFETY?
ARE YOU IN OR WILL YOU FLEE TO SAFETY?
[/size] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]POWERS: Zynn-tae can fly, she can use magic, she can control the flames in her hooves, can teleport with pinpoint accuracy, do an equine version of martial arts that involves kicking and biting with deadly precision, breathe fire like a dragon.
APPEARANCE: Zynn-tae is the size of a Shire horse with the build of a Thoroughbred, but she's extremely gaunt. She's coal-black with flaming hooves and a gray, ragged looking mane. Her eyes are bright red with slit pupils and sharp fangs jut from her jaws .
STRENGTHS:
- stong
- cunning
- deadly in a fight, especially with hooves and breath weapon
- keeps her word
- has a sense of humor (which is rare in these creatures)
WEAKNESSES:
- obsessed with keeping favors
- egotistical
- even if serving an evil person, an unwilling steed
- is taunting and insulting
- picks fights
PERSONALITY: Zynn-tae is a brazen, fierce nightmare. She's very intelligent and will lend her aid if she sees that the cause fits into her evil ways, but she doesn't take kindly to bossy individuals. She has a few contradictory traits that aren't associated with nightmares; she has a sense of humor and can appreciate a good joke, honors her promises, and is obsessed with keeping favors. She also picks fights and has raised taunting to an art form.
She's of a nightmare tribe called 'Banebringer', and though she's not as terrible as some of her siblings and relatives, she's not to be trifled with.
HISTORY: Zynn-tae's known history begins back in another world where she was serving as a steed for a demon. Though she's an evil creature, and will serve other evil beings willingly, this particular demon sorely mistreated her. He had managed to make a magic bridle that totally controlled her, and though he wreaked great havoc with her, she could not partake in enjoying the terror and dread that she and her fell master did. She was literally his slave, and he also beat her unmercifully, and forced her to wear that cursed bridle. This demon had broken the unwritten pact between nightmares and the dark, powerful denizens of that world. His fellow demons were provoked by his misconduct [and that is an understatement], and demanded that he set Zynn-tae free, but he sneered at them. He boasted that only a 'good red dragon' could undo the bridle, therefore Zynn-tae was his steed forever.
Enraged by his boast, the demons seized their fellow demon and killed him on the spot. True to his words, however, none of them could undo the bridle on Zynn-tae-so they cut off the reins and set her free to roam that dark domain in search for a 'good red dragon'. Sure, where to find a red dragon that was good, for the red dragons Zynn-tae knew were as evil as she was. She wandered the dark lands, leaving terror and wreckage behind as various dark folk tried to use her as a steed...much to their sorrow. Uncounted years went by, and she still wore that cursed bridle...until that one day she came across a mutant freak of a red dragon. She didn't know what got her angrier, her bad situation, or that this blasted freak was singing! The dragon creature just looked at her and then walked over to her. "Look, freak! Just because I'm weakened doesn't mean I can't fight," she snarled at it and reared to emphasize her point. "I have no quarrel with thee, dark horse. So save thine energy to fight another day," was it's calm reply. She glared at the freakish creature, "What are you? You look like a dragon on one part and a striped creature on the other part....blasted freak!" She snorted and champed at the bit in her mouth, that blasted bit that kept her from feeding on anything.
"Ye can call me a dragontaur, Xixxthoto is my name. Ye look like the bridle chafes thee," said the dragontaur. Zynn-tae glared at the creature; "I suppose you can do something about it." Her harsh voice rang with sarcasm. Without speaking another word, the dragontaur put out his pawlike hand, took a claw, and put it under the bridle's cheekstrap and with a simple pull, cut the strap. The bridle fell to the ground; where it was consumed in flames by the nightmare stamping on it. "I owe you a favor, Xixxthoto, and Zynn-tae keeps her word."
DON'T BE AFRAID.
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WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE CALLED?: Mary/Thyrdowhan
HOW OLD ARE YOU?: 51
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN RPING?: I've been playing role playing games since the 1980's with paper and dice, forum gaming since the 2000's.
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: I found this sight thanks to Eclipse.
