Post by shana on Feb 4, 2007 21:19:37 GMT -5
your name: Shana, Shana
other characters RPed on DRA: Saphira
character:
name:Argiothorpian Eglisia, The Black Death, or whatever you want to. God, he's not going to tell you it anyway.
age:Seventy-Six
gender:Male
race: Lethrblaka
allegiance: The empire, and to his children, the Raz'ac
description:
Argiothorpian. The black death. The humble steed of the Raz'ac themselves. Humble is a poor way to describe it. Huge black wings sprouting from the back of the barely humanoid figure of the father of the last two Raz'ac. The leathery wings are about ten feet wingtip to wingtip, and can easily be used to soar the skies.
While resembling the creatures of old, the ancient dragons, Argiothorpian has neither the height nor the overall weight to truely be compared to them. His name holds true to him, the "leather-flapper" has skin to match armour of leather, the thick and powerful skin that would cause almost any blow to bounce off.
Thick corded muscles were a replacement for legs on the demon of pure evil. A stomp by the tree-trunks most consider legs would shatter boulders, while the claws that fork out of the base of the feet are sharp enough to cut through glass with barely any pressure. Not that Argiothorpian would bother with such a thing, breaking it is easier.
While most of the time the leathrblaka walks on four legs with arms much the same as his legs, except while still muscled, they are far less powerful in general. A well-placed and powerful punch from his clawed fist would be enough to knock a human into unconsciousness.
Endless voids of milky white are all that exist in what gives him vision. The human equivilent would be eyes, but a lethrblaka's points of vision could not be called eyes. The pupil and Iris are quite simplely not there. Instead, all that rests there are the gaping holes of white.
Rather than a nose or mouth, a long pterodactyl-like beak comes from his head like a snout. Small fang like teeth are the only way of chewing his food, mostly he uses it like a sword to pick off pieces of flesh of the dead opponent after killing it with the beak already.
personality:
The Raz'ac, their offspring, are simple minded, if powerful. The Lethrblaka themselves have the intellegence of a dragon. But rather than an ordinary dragon, they have the mind of a dark, twisted dragon. A creature willing to eat anything, human elf or dwarf. Argiothorpian is darker and crueler than any true creature, his cruelty is paralelled only by the creatures that lurk in the nightmares of the evilest man.
Argiothorpian is powerful, and he knows it. Maybe it makes him a bit cocky, maybe a bit too overconfident. It wouldn't matter anyway, his combat prowess is matched only by a masterful dragon rider. Even so, his hide and raw power would shatter near any blade with an attack. One of the only things that anyone could use against Argiothorpian is magic, otherwise his raw power would overwhelm almost anyone.
Regardless of his overconfidence, Argiothorpian is very submissive, sooner running than fighting when he could lose. Usually he is used for a mount by one of his offspring, the Raz'ac. Argiothorpian has a horrible fear of dragon riders, as his entire family was slaughtered by them during the Raz'ac war.
His main weapon is fear, much like his offspring. The creature strikes almost as much fear into the heart of the enemies as a dragon- though he lacks the abilities to fight multiple foes at once. While he spends his days either soaring the skies or lurking in Helgrind, the Raz'ac rarely leave without using both him and his mate as steeds. Argiothorpian is often used to reach inaccessible places by the Raz'ac.
history:
Back in the days of the Raz'ac war Argiothorpian was just a child. Still a Raz'ac, still with the outer shell to protect his fragil body. No shell would have saved him though, nothing would have saved him when the ruthless dragon riders attacked their homes in a bloody battle.
It had begun long before however, the Ra'zac were as peaceful as any race. Yes, fights came and went, but peace was the greatest force among them. But, the Ra'zac were the best hunters of the land, and tired of the flesh of mules. After a feast of human bodies, they developed a taste for human flesh.
Another year passed, and human settlements were razed by the Ra'zac. Fights emerged, but the humans never really stood a chance. Cities and towns began to disappear from Alagaësia, and it was then the dragon riders stepped in.
It was only a few years before the emergance of the rider war. Five long years the Ra'zac fought and killed many riders, both human and elf. In the end, the magic and overwhelming strength killed all but two of the Ra'zac; the cowards that went into hiding from the dragon riders. Argiothorpian was one of them.
Later, the two mated and had two twin children. The Ra'zac now enslaved to Galbatorix. Both of the Lethrblaka are completely dedicated to caring for their two children, as the Raz'ac remaining are the only chance left of the race of the now small race of the Ra'zac.
family:
The two Raz'ac, and his mate, the other lethrblaka. (Not yet named or played by anyone
other:
Unlike the Ra'zac, their pelt is a lot weaker. The Ra'zac have a thick outer shell, which although is not light-weight or easily moved, it is far stronger than the puncturable leathery skin of the Lethrblaka.
If you could pierce leather armour with a weapon, you could easily pierce Arthiorpian's skin.
He is devoted to his two children. Without them, the Ra'zac race will die. If someone was to kill either of his children, he will hunt and track you for the rest of your life.
His age barely effects his strength and speed. A twenty-six year old Lethrblaka would be faster than him, but his speed is still unmatched by most other races, especially in the air.
He cannot fly without fair winds. Without them, his leather wings cannot gain much height with a flap.
He still has the same hunting and tracking abilities as when he was a Ra'zac, though his children are far better than him, as he taught them since a young age.
He works as Galbatorix's "tax collector" for when someone has been putting off paying taxes for too long.
rp sample:
A blanket of dense shadow slowly rolled its way across the hills. The silence was daunting, little more than a quiet wind helping his wings hold him above the hills of emerald. It was, serenity for the hectic life of the lethrblaka. Even though he flew alone often, away from his two children that were working from the king, it wasn't often that when he flew he wasn't followed by screams and fleeing humans. Or being attacked. Tomatos usually, very few humans could afford proper weapons to attack him with.
It was... soothing, at least, to feel the wind trapped on his wings and no flesh stuck between the small teeth of his long beak. The elves, the humans, they were not here. He was free from them, free from real life, and free from his work as a steed, and a killer for hire.
He let out a fierce screech as his shadow began to loom towards a town, and screams echoed from the valley below. He folded his wings halfway from full span to his back, until he began dropping into a dive. As he descended from the cool night air, Argiothorpian let out a final sigh, before putting his feet to the ground.
The lethrblaka turned his head to the town he stood before, and the bare streets littered with fruit thrown to the ground when the street-walkers ran to their houses. Turning his beak to the sky, the lethrblaka took one last breath of cool crisp air before turning to the doors of a nearby house.
The door was not ajar, and was held in place by a device of some sort, perhaps a wooden beam holding it in place. He slowly scraped his beak across the tattered wooden door, creating a creak that served as a poor warning before the lethrblaka directed his kick to the center of the door, before shattering it into many pieces that shattered to the floor.
A cowering figure stood before him, shivering uncontrollably. "Oh dear," snarled the huge beast in the humans ear. "Someone hasn't been paying what they owe?" And on that note, the lethrblaka lifted the man with a single arm and let out a strange noise much like a growl and a laugh put together. "I can, arange plans where that would be acceptable."
codeword: Pomnuria
other characters RPed on DRA: Saphira
character:
name:Argiothorpian Eglisia, The Black Death, or whatever you want to. God, he's not going to tell you it anyway.
age:Seventy-Six
gender:Male
race: Lethrblaka
allegiance: The empire, and to his children, the Raz'ac
description:
Argiothorpian. The black death. The humble steed of the Raz'ac themselves. Humble is a poor way to describe it. Huge black wings sprouting from the back of the barely humanoid figure of the father of the last two Raz'ac. The leathery wings are about ten feet wingtip to wingtip, and can easily be used to soar the skies.
While resembling the creatures of old, the ancient dragons, Argiothorpian has neither the height nor the overall weight to truely be compared to them. His name holds true to him, the "leather-flapper" has skin to match armour of leather, the thick and powerful skin that would cause almost any blow to bounce off.
Thick corded muscles were a replacement for legs on the demon of pure evil. A stomp by the tree-trunks most consider legs would shatter boulders, while the claws that fork out of the base of the feet are sharp enough to cut through glass with barely any pressure. Not that Argiothorpian would bother with such a thing, breaking it is easier.
While most of the time the leathrblaka walks on four legs with arms much the same as his legs, except while still muscled, they are far less powerful in general. A well-placed and powerful punch from his clawed fist would be enough to knock a human into unconsciousness.
Endless voids of milky white are all that exist in what gives him vision. The human equivilent would be eyes, but a lethrblaka's points of vision could not be called eyes. The pupil and Iris are quite simplely not there. Instead, all that rests there are the gaping holes of white.
Rather than a nose or mouth, a long pterodactyl-like beak comes from his head like a snout. Small fang like teeth are the only way of chewing his food, mostly he uses it like a sword to pick off pieces of flesh of the dead opponent after killing it with the beak already.
personality:
The Raz'ac, their offspring, are simple minded, if powerful. The Lethrblaka themselves have the intellegence of a dragon. But rather than an ordinary dragon, they have the mind of a dark, twisted dragon. A creature willing to eat anything, human elf or dwarf. Argiothorpian is darker and crueler than any true creature, his cruelty is paralelled only by the creatures that lurk in the nightmares of the evilest man.
Argiothorpian is powerful, and he knows it. Maybe it makes him a bit cocky, maybe a bit too overconfident. It wouldn't matter anyway, his combat prowess is matched only by a masterful dragon rider. Even so, his hide and raw power would shatter near any blade with an attack. One of the only things that anyone could use against Argiothorpian is magic, otherwise his raw power would overwhelm almost anyone.
Regardless of his overconfidence, Argiothorpian is very submissive, sooner running than fighting when he could lose. Usually he is used for a mount by one of his offspring, the Raz'ac. Argiothorpian has a horrible fear of dragon riders, as his entire family was slaughtered by them during the Raz'ac war.
His main weapon is fear, much like his offspring. The creature strikes almost as much fear into the heart of the enemies as a dragon- though he lacks the abilities to fight multiple foes at once. While he spends his days either soaring the skies or lurking in Helgrind, the Raz'ac rarely leave without using both him and his mate as steeds. Argiothorpian is often used to reach inaccessible places by the Raz'ac.
history:
Back in the days of the Raz'ac war Argiothorpian was just a child. Still a Raz'ac, still with the outer shell to protect his fragil body. No shell would have saved him though, nothing would have saved him when the ruthless dragon riders attacked their homes in a bloody battle.
It had begun long before however, the Ra'zac were as peaceful as any race. Yes, fights came and went, but peace was the greatest force among them. But, the Ra'zac were the best hunters of the land, and tired of the flesh of mules. After a feast of human bodies, they developed a taste for human flesh.
Another year passed, and human settlements were razed by the Ra'zac. Fights emerged, but the humans never really stood a chance. Cities and towns began to disappear from Alagaësia, and it was then the dragon riders stepped in.
It was only a few years before the emergance of the rider war. Five long years the Ra'zac fought and killed many riders, both human and elf. In the end, the magic and overwhelming strength killed all but two of the Ra'zac; the cowards that went into hiding from the dragon riders. Argiothorpian was one of them.
Later, the two mated and had two twin children. The Ra'zac now enslaved to Galbatorix. Both of the Lethrblaka are completely dedicated to caring for their two children, as the Raz'ac remaining are the only chance left of the race of the now small race of the Ra'zac.
family:
The two Raz'ac, and his mate, the other lethrblaka. (Not yet named or played by anyone
other:
Unlike the Ra'zac, their pelt is a lot weaker. The Ra'zac have a thick outer shell, which although is not light-weight or easily moved, it is far stronger than the puncturable leathery skin of the Lethrblaka.
If you could pierce leather armour with a weapon, you could easily pierce Arthiorpian's skin.
He is devoted to his two children. Without them, the Ra'zac race will die. If someone was to kill either of his children, he will hunt and track you for the rest of your life.
His age barely effects his strength and speed. A twenty-six year old Lethrblaka would be faster than him, but his speed is still unmatched by most other races, especially in the air.
He cannot fly without fair winds. Without them, his leather wings cannot gain much height with a flap.
He still has the same hunting and tracking abilities as when he was a Ra'zac, though his children are far better than him, as he taught them since a young age.
He works as Galbatorix's "tax collector" for when someone has been putting off paying taxes for too long.
rp sample:
A blanket of dense shadow slowly rolled its way across the hills. The silence was daunting, little more than a quiet wind helping his wings hold him above the hills of emerald. It was, serenity for the hectic life of the lethrblaka. Even though he flew alone often, away from his two children that were working from the king, it wasn't often that when he flew he wasn't followed by screams and fleeing humans. Or being attacked. Tomatos usually, very few humans could afford proper weapons to attack him with.
It was... soothing, at least, to feel the wind trapped on his wings and no flesh stuck between the small teeth of his long beak. The elves, the humans, they were not here. He was free from them, free from real life, and free from his work as a steed, and a killer for hire.
He let out a fierce screech as his shadow began to loom towards a town, and screams echoed from the valley below. He folded his wings halfway from full span to his back, until he began dropping into a dive. As he descended from the cool night air, Argiothorpian let out a final sigh, before putting his feet to the ground.
The lethrblaka turned his head to the town he stood before, and the bare streets littered with fruit thrown to the ground when the street-walkers ran to their houses. Turning his beak to the sky, the lethrblaka took one last breath of cool crisp air before turning to the doors of a nearby house.
The door was not ajar, and was held in place by a device of some sort, perhaps a wooden beam holding it in place. He slowly scraped his beak across the tattered wooden door, creating a creak that served as a poor warning before the lethrblaka directed his kick to the center of the door, before shattering it into many pieces that shattered to the floor.
A cowering figure stood before him, shivering uncontrollably. "Oh dear," snarled the huge beast in the humans ear. "Someone hasn't been paying what they owe?" And on that note, the lethrblaka lifted the man with a single arm and let out a strange noise much like a growl and a laugh put together. "I can, arange plans where that would be acceptable."
codeword: Pomnuria