Post by dragon on Jun 22, 2010 12:24:32 GMT -5
Codeword: Sentinel
Full Name: Braes Drake
Nicknames:
Codename: Dragon
Age: 18
DoB: June 22,1993
Origins: born a mutant, given up for adoption soon after he was born
Orientation: straight
Blood Type: A-
Hair: dirty blond hair pulled back in a short ponytail
Eyes: blue-grey eyes with round pupils (human form), green w/ slit pupils (dragon form)
Height: 5’ 10”
Weight: 180 lbs
Physical Affects of Mutation?:
Personality: A loner who trusts few, prefers to not involved with others or their troubles, but often finds himself defending the weak and helping those in need
Appearance: He is muscular but well toned and tan. In dragon form his hair is also covered in scales, giving it a snake-like appearance when it’s uncut.
Clothing Style: worn and faded denim blue jeans, sneakers and plain white t-shirt under unbuttoned, short or long-sleeved shirt.
::Battle Uniform::
Color: olive green
Style: casual, functional
Patterns/Markings: none
Boots and/or Gloves?: steel toed boots
Relations:
Weaknesses: When irritated pupils turn to slits for a split second, more susceptible to “dragon rage” in transformed state causing him to go berserk, transforming and maintaining dragon form weaken him physically and mentally. He is a fierce, self taught fighter who uses his fists/claws, able to transform individual areas of his body into dragon form (i.e. cover his chest in scales or transform one hand into a claw), which is less draining than transforming all at once.
Powers: increased strength and reflexes, able to transform from human form to humanoid dragon form (human form becomes covered in greenish brown scales, eyes become green with slits and fingers turn into scaled claws)
Affiliation: unaffiliated
Skills: adept thief, adequate brawler
Interests: sword fighting, martial arts, wrestling, boxing
Bio/History: He lived in an orphanage in Ireland until he was thirteen, then left after a fight with the head of the orphanage caused his powers to manifest. He wandered the rural areas for a year, until a hermit took him in. After two years living with the recluse, he lost control of himself while experimenting with his powers and accidently killed the hermit.
He then stowed away on a plane to America where he hoped to start a new life. He spent the next two years working odd jobs, some of which were not quite legitimate.
*Example Post: It was dark when Braes Drake walked back to his apartment after a long day at work. His boss had yelled at him again and threatened to reduce his pay for a minor misunderstanding.
“Fracking, jack….” He muttered, stopping mid-curse as he passed a woman getting mugged by two men. One of the men glanced his way and sneered at him.
“Keep walking kid.” he said. Braes hadn’t even been aware that he had stopped and was staring at the three people. He started to continue forward, it wasn’t any of his business. The weak would always be victims to the strong.
“Please, help me.” said the woman as he walked past. Braes tried to avoid her pleading eyes.
“Shut up woman, and give us your purse.” said the other man. He slapped the woman in the face with the back of his hand. Braes took a few more steps.
“That’s right kid, let the grown-ups work.” said the first man. The condescending tone of the man’s voice pushed Braes over the edge. He turned to face the two muggers, his eyes turned to vertical slits and took on a reddish tint. They had picked the wrong day to talk down to him.
Full Name: Braes Drake
Nicknames:
Codename: Dragon
Age: 18
DoB: June 22,1993
Origins: born a mutant, given up for adoption soon after he was born
Orientation: straight
Blood Type: A-
Hair: dirty blond hair pulled back in a short ponytail
Eyes: blue-grey eyes with round pupils (human form), green w/ slit pupils (dragon form)
Height: 5’ 10”
Weight: 180 lbs
Physical Affects of Mutation?:
Personality: A loner who trusts few, prefers to not involved with others or their troubles, but often finds himself defending the weak and helping those in need
Appearance: He is muscular but well toned and tan. In dragon form his hair is also covered in scales, giving it a snake-like appearance when it’s uncut.
Clothing Style: worn and faded denim blue jeans, sneakers and plain white t-shirt under unbuttoned, short or long-sleeved shirt.
::Battle Uniform::
Color: olive green
Style: casual, functional
Patterns/Markings: none
Boots and/or Gloves?: steel toed boots
Relations:
Weaknesses: When irritated pupils turn to slits for a split second, more susceptible to “dragon rage” in transformed state causing him to go berserk, transforming and maintaining dragon form weaken him physically and mentally. He is a fierce, self taught fighter who uses his fists/claws, able to transform individual areas of his body into dragon form (i.e. cover his chest in scales or transform one hand into a claw), which is less draining than transforming all at once.
Powers: increased strength and reflexes, able to transform from human form to humanoid dragon form (human form becomes covered in greenish brown scales, eyes become green with slits and fingers turn into scaled claws)
Affiliation: unaffiliated
Skills: adept thief, adequate brawler
Interests: sword fighting, martial arts, wrestling, boxing
Bio/History: He lived in an orphanage in Ireland until he was thirteen, then left after a fight with the head of the orphanage caused his powers to manifest. He wandered the rural areas for a year, until a hermit took him in. After two years living with the recluse, he lost control of himself while experimenting with his powers and accidently killed the hermit.
He then stowed away on a plane to America where he hoped to start a new life. He spent the next two years working odd jobs, some of which were not quite legitimate.
*Example Post: It was dark when Braes Drake walked back to his apartment after a long day at work. His boss had yelled at him again and threatened to reduce his pay for a minor misunderstanding.
“Fracking, jack….” He muttered, stopping mid-curse as he passed a woman getting mugged by two men. One of the men glanced his way and sneered at him.
“Keep walking kid.” he said. Braes hadn’t even been aware that he had stopped and was staring at the three people. He started to continue forward, it wasn’t any of his business. The weak would always be victims to the strong.
“Please, help me.” said the woman as he walked past. Braes tried to avoid her pleading eyes.
“Shut up woman, and give us your purse.” said the other man. He slapped the woman in the face with the back of his hand. Braes took a few more steps.
“That’s right kid, let the grown-ups work.” said the first man. The condescending tone of the man’s voice pushed Braes over the edge. He turned to face the two muggers, his eyes turned to vertical slits and took on a reddish tint. They had picked the wrong day to talk down to him.