Post by »Míríel« on Aug 24, 2010 13:44:41 GMT -4
APPLICATION FOR CITIZENSHIP
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- Name:Marc Andrew Kyan
- Nickname/Alias: Just... Marc
- Age:22
- Gender: Male
- Race: Dragon
- Occupation: Police
- Alignment: Black Card
- Appearance:Blackness like the finest ebony makes up every scale that covers his reptilian body. They shine like a diamond in the light but remain hidden in the dark. Long and sharp spines cover his back. These spines are sharp as knives and range from being three inches long to a foot long. One or two of them are broken off due to fighting. His jaws are extremely strong as are his long talons that can easily rip a whole in someone. The scars on his human body are resembled on his scales by thick gray lines that twist and gnarl his form. The only light color is silver veins that seem woven into the membranes that covers his wings.
Snake like eyes watch you with a fire and passion in them in fact those green eyes seem to burn, seething about something. It was said in old tales that dragons had a hypnotic stare, but though this is not true for Neron you could see where this could come from.
Everything about him is powerful and stone, something that a sculpture would carve. For every movement is like liquid mercury, full of grace and beauty, a far cry from his human form. Here he is finally himself, he can finally function like he was made to. - Alternate Appearance: If you were to first look at Neron you would notice his darkness, everything about him seems black, from his pitch colored hair to the dark clothing he wears. But then you would notice his nicely tanned skin, flawless and smooth. His form is impressive, being well muscled, but for some reason you don’t notice when you look at him. Perhaps it is his intense gaze from beneath his long bangs that seems to pierce your soul. Sadness, anger, frustration is wrapped up in that one gaze, and is something that draws you to him yet repulses you.
Yet he is one of those people that would fade into the background in a crowded room. The shadows seem to accept and protect him from others. People tend to not notice him, until he trips or crashes into something. Usually you will find him outside standing strong and statue-like with his face turned toward the sun. Black hair shining in the sun as the wind tousles it with her fingers.
If you were to go swimming with him you would find that he has a jagged scar on his left bicep and one that travels down his side. These he hates revealing, mainly for the questions that are asked. So you will rarely see him with anything other than a short sleeved shirt on. - Personality: Even though Marc seems like a loner type person, which he is, if you come in contact with him he will probably put on the act of being nice. But if you get on his nerves expect that the fade away pretty quick. He's touch and strong and can keep a straight face through anything. But all of this is really a mask to hide and stifle any weakness's or tender feelings inside. Usually the way for him to hide such feelings is to get angry.
He has a soft spot for instruments, especially the violin and he secretly plays the instrument. But don't tell anyone..... So over all he is a pretty stoic and sarcastic guy around his friends, but around strangers he can be charming and caring, though a man of few words. - Strengths/Weaknesses:
*Flying In dragon form
*Breathing fire
* Great eyesight &hearing
* Can hypnotise people with his dragon eyes
*Very strong fighter
*Is a wonderful violinist. It’s how he expresses his feelings.
-He loves fighting
-instruments
-Hates goody two shoes
-gets angry easily
-is claustrophobic - Character Traits & Flaws:
*Loves riddles and poetry
*loyal, usually
* Is extremely smart
* Can keep a straight face through almost everything
* Isn't afraid of death
-Gets angry easily
-Doesn't trust people besides his closest friend and the Dark wizard
-Doesn't open up easily
-secretly hates the things he does - History: He doesn't like to talk about it.
- RP Sample: he wind's gentle caressing fingers ran themselves through the coarse raven black hair of Neron. His eyes were closed as he tried to soak up every moment of this day. It was beautiful here, but unlike the Stone Garden, this was a coarser freer beauty, no walls no cultivated plants. This was Mother Nature's masterpiece and this is where he loved to go when he needed to relax. Even though he usually went to the Band room he had forsaken that haven in turn for this one. The Band room had been crowded of late, probably everyone getting ready for recitals or just going to hang out.
Neron never had understood this thought of getting together with a group of people and cramming themselves like sardines into a room. Perhaps if he had grown up with more people he could see some value, but to him it was just a bloody waste of space. People, who needed them. But there was something he needed, his beloved friend, his right hand, his violin. He had come here to relax and this was the way he did it. Touching the bow to the strings a pure and crisp note sprang to the air.
The melody floated up on the wind and drifted and swirled around the meadow. It seemed to fill the meadow, yet barely be there. It was a strange thing, like background music, it could be heard clearly, but didn't invade your thoughts nor distracted. It just let you know it was there. The song at first was a bit aggressive in music, for he still was uptight about yesterday at the Stone garden. This was his release, his freedom and so soon the music grew less aggressive and more relaxing. Ah, to be alone. - Other:Nope
*PLEASE NOTE: WE ARE EXPERIENCING AN INCREASE IN CRIME RATE. LOCK ALL DOORS, WINDOWS, AND CELLAR DOORS IN CASE OF A RED ALERT. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME, AND WELCOME TO BRONZE CITY.*
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