Post by KEITH SOLAK on Dec 19, 2010 0:29:04 GMT -5
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ONE WORLD DRIVEN INTO MADNESS ,
[/color][/font]ONE WORLD DRIVEN INTO MADNESS ,
madness driven by the depths below[/font][/color]
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KEITH EVAN SOLAK
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ONE LIE TELLS A THOUSAND STORIES ,[/color][/font]
the greatest stories that were ever told[/font][/color]
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FULL NAME[/color] , Keith Evan Solak
NICKNAME[/color] , Kitty (Andrew's)
SPECIES[/color] , Sorcerer
AGE[/color] , Twenty Three
BIRTHDAY[/color] , December 12th
HEIGHT[/color] , Six Foot One Inch
BODY TYPE[/color] , Slim
ALLIANCE[/color] , Neutral
HOMETOWN[/color] , Atlion
PROFESSION[/color] , Wanderer, Man-For-Hire
SEXUALITY[/color] , Bisexual
APPEARANCE[/color] ,
He is almost always found wearing casual attire, often being found wearing a different hat every day. However, during times of major political conflict, he is prepared with this in black.[/BLOCKQUOTE]
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ONE MAN CAN PREDICT THE FUTURE ,
a future journey into outer space[/font][/color]
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SO, WHAT ARE YOU INTO?
Traveling, music, reading, gambling, animals, shopping, small collectibles, walking, food, pickles, black and green, comedies, talking (long, useless conversations), hot springs, sleeping.
AND WHAT DO YOU HATE?
Scary things, beaches/swimming, swimsuits (I'm self conscience about my body...) zombies, sports/running, children, bugs, spiders, fake people, people named Danielle (bad experiences), studying/school, dirty things/messes, dressing up all fancy like, the cold.
OKAY... WELL, WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?
To be rich, to never have to work another day in my life, to see the world, to fall in love.
GOOD LUCK, THEN. WHAT ARE YOUR FEARS?
Zombies, suffocation, drowning.
YIKES. NOW, LIST TEN CHARACTERISTICS THAT DESCRIBE YOURSELF.
Lazy, funny, temperamental, demanding, talkative, laid-back, fun-loving, loud, judgmental, caring.
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ONE WORD BREAKS THE CODE OF SILENCE ,
[/color][/font]ONE WORD BREAKS THE CODE OF SILENCE ,
silence tells me all i need to know[/font][/color]
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NOW WE'RE GETTING NOSY. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR FAMILY.
My family is quite averagely interesting. There is only me and parents, Aaron and Leo. Though whenever I try to call them by their names, they would either ignore me or hit me on the back of the head. Quite curious, really. I'm adopted, by the way. I really don't care who my real parents are, either. I was raised by dad and pop (respectively) since before I was even born so to me, they are my real parents. My extended family is kinda... strange, to be frank. I have my grandparents, my uncles and aunts, my cousins, and all that. But the thing is, they are just plain weird. One of my aunts is quite obsessive, my one grandmother has no taste buds, and things like that. I think I fit in quite well, to be honest.
Neither of my parents have dragon companions, though a few miscellaneous members of my family do so it wasn't extremely surprising when they first saw me with Orrin. However, sorcery does run in my family. There's no specific magic anyone does or some sort of magic family lineage of some sort. Luckily for me then, I wasn't pressured to do one certain element. Hell, I was just happy that even though I'm not blood related to anyone in my family, I still had magic abilities.
SOUNDS INTERESTING. OKAY. NOW, JUST TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR PAST.
Once upon a time, I was born in a hospital in Eulea. My real parents were unable to care for me for some reason or another that I never learned (or ever cared to learn) so I was sent to the orphanage located in the city. I was there but a few months before Dad and Pop came to adopt me. Obviously, they couldn't have any children of their own. After the whole adoption process was over and done with, I was taken to Dad and Pop's hometown of Atlion.
I grew up in Atlion with my parents. Dad works at the Dragon Shield as one of their blacksmiths (he's really good with fire magic) and Pop works as a manager in one of the more well known restaurants in Atlion. Because of this, my family has quite a bit of money. We weren't filthy rich, but we always had the money to spend on stupid and frivolous things without worrying. Thus, why I love to shop despite my being male.
There were a lot of kids my age in the neighborhood. So if you were ever bored, you could be damn sure that there was someone out there you could hook up with and be bored together with. Though I liked to be alone, I would rarely say no to someone who wanted to hang out with me, unless I did not like them(so many evil Danielle's...). In which case I would come up with a lame but believable excuse and they would be none the wiser about the situation. I avoided excessively large rendezvous, though. I was never good with meeting new people due to a form of social anxiety I have.
I first displayed signs of using magic when I was three. I always used to love playing with coins because of the sounds they made, and I was doing just that one day with my parents. We were sitting on the floor surrounded by all the coins when without touching it, one of them had moved slightly closer to me. My pop, who has really sharp eyes, noticed it happen despite the very minimal distance it had moved. With some slight urging, he got me to do it again, marking me as another sorcerer in our family.
After a few years with just the basics of training in magic with one of Dad's blacksmith co-workers, they brought up Ethaia's Training Academy. With my huge distaste for learning in general, I was very hesitant at first. But right when my grandfather said that the Academy was where he had acquired his dragon companion, I was hooked. I had always loved his dragon, and wished to have the bond that they shared with a dragon myself.
So off I went to Ethaia's Training Academy when I was nine years old. I admit that I had an extremely difficult time adjusting. I was never, and still am not, good with the cold despite living in the north. Not only were there physical limitations to the adjustment, there were social as well. I mentioned earlier that I am not good with meeting people. And to put it bluntly, there are a lot of people at Ethaia's Training Academy. I met a few people whom I liked from the get-go because they approached me first, but nobody turned out to be quite like Andrew.
He was a year older than me, but we started at the academy at the same time. I had been sleeping during class (the teacher was really boring, I swear), when he had apparently told everyone to find partners for a training exercise. I was very rudely woken up by a hit on my head. I was quite prepared to give the asshole that had disturbed my peace what-for, only to find the kid laughing at me. He quickly grabbed my arm and claimed that we were partners, rushing me out of the room to join everyone else. I followed dumbfounded and half-asleep, not really knowing what the hell was going on.
And so commenced are slightly deranged friendship. Andrew was pretty much the only reason why I stayed there so long. I absolutely hated the academy. I'm extremely lazy, and the academy really is not the place for the lazy. They told me to run, I walked. They told me to do push ups, I'd lay there on the ground on my stomach counting the spots on the floor. They'd be giving lectures, I'd be sleeping. I'm pretty sure the only reason why I wasn't kicked out was because I did freakishly good on the tests and exams. Let it be known that I am not an idiot. I just don't like to move and I don't like to think. I left many disappointed teachers in my wake with my lack of enthusiasm.
Meanwhile, Andrew was at the front lines, top of his class. I knew he was going to get his dragon, and I would be left in the dust. I was failing out and come the time where graduation was coming, depression hit me pretty hard. I was doing horribly, and my best friend (I was always proud of him. I still am proud of him. He deserves everything great that he has ever gotten.) was at the top. All I could think about for a very long time was how I was never going to go anywhere in life, I had no future. This thought led me to drop out right before graduation when I was fourteen. I couldn't bear the thought of everyone else graduating and only my name not being called out. I do not regret my decision, and I don't think I ever will. School was just not for me. I knew my parents were disappointed, but they understood very well everything that I knew, too.
When Andrew got his dragon, I was ecstatic for him. The dragon was this tiny little red thing. I could tell that they were going to be a great pair. I admit that I had been extremely jealous that they had each other, but I was truly happy for them at the same time. I always thought that Andrew was going to join a team with his dragon (Conith was his name). I had been planning to become a wanderer. I always wanted to travel and see the world, and the politics between Ethaia and Thivea are completely irrelevant to me. So when Andrew said that he would travel with me, I was completely shocked, but I was totally on board. Life would get pretty awesome from there.
And so, we traveled. Andrew and I can be pretty rash people, you know. So we went to the mountains a few weeks later as total newbie travelers. We eventually got stuck on a ledge after a mini land slide had occurred. We were arguing about something stupid, blaming each other for something that wasn't anyone's fault. Turns out, we weren't the only ones there. We suddenly heard a really loud roar, and this huge green dragon popped up. Conith decided to try and be a hero, rushing up and hissing at the dragon. But since really, Conith was like a foot tall he really wasn't very menacing. Andrew was busy trying to get Conith to back off and calm down, which left me to face the big scary dragon that was ready to eat me. I think I mentioned earlier that I'm not the brightest person in the world. So what did I do in the face of a hungry dragon? I told him, all wide eyed and impressed, he looked totally awesome. I really like the color green, don't judge me. The dragon was shell shocked after that. Andrew was yelling at me from behind to get the freak away or I was going to killed, but we started a stare down. He brought his face eye level to me and just stared. I stared back. Then he laughed. A really deep, loud, bellowing laugh. He pushed his head into me, forcing me up on his head. Andrew was still panicking, Conith was still trying to look scary, and I just started to laugh. With me still sitting on his head, the dragon was able to convince Andrew to climb on his back. He flew then. I was screaming my head off and clinging on to his horn the whole time. It was the greatest damn feeling I had ever felt in my entire life.
When we landed down at the bottom of the mountain, the dragon said his name was Orrin. I said my name was Keith. He concluded that I was to much of an idiot for just one person (Andrew) to handle because really, who faces an angry dragon and says they look awesome? He decided to stick with us ("Without me, you will cause to much mayhem and would become quite the nuisance. Therefore, I must keep a close eye on you. The easiest way to do this is to stay with you. And no, you have no say in my decision. Deal with it.") And so our trio became a quartet, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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IT'S NOT THE WAY THAT I WANT IT ,
[/color][/font]IT'S NOT THE WAY THAT I WANT IT ,
it's just the way that i need it[/font][/color]
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TELL US ABOUT YOUR EQUIPMENT[/COLOR]
I only carry around a small dagger after constant insistence from Orrin and Andrew for the sole purpose of throwing it at someone if I run out of magic.
WHAT SPELLS DO YOU KNOW?
The main type of magic I use is metal. I'm pretty sure this was spurred on by my love for money initially, but I digress. I like messing with my more physical opponents. The ones that wear armor and carry around swords. It's quite fun to use their own equipment against them by turning their weapons into useless scrap metal and encasing them in their own armor, rendering them immobile and useless in battle. I can also detect armored enemies from afar when traveling. I can "feel" them up, deciding if my companions and I could face them or if we should flee the scene. When metals are located underground or hidden in any other capacity, I can bring them to the surface to create a shield or fling chunks and pieces of it at my enemies. It's similar to throwing rocks and boulders like the earth magic users, except... it's metal.
Though metal is my main form of magic, I know a little of some other elements. My fire magic is used for the sole purpose of making Orrin's fire breathing more powerful. It's often a constant sucking of energy when we are in battle, but I think the sacrifice is worth it. It would be a lot worse though if Orrin couldn't use magic on his own like some of his Magnum brethren.
I admit, I dabble a bit in dark magic. However, it's all legal. The only type of dark magic that I use is simple shadow manipulation to confuse my enemies. Occasionally, I fell the want to do more. I can sometimes feel the temptation to do more build up in me, but I can't stop it. Whenever this happens, Orrin headbutts me to snap me out of it. I'm afraid that one day he won't be there to stop me.
THE SKILL CHART.
| Strength | Defense | Intelligence | Magic | Stamina | Speed | Medical | Total |
02 | 07 | 07 | 08 | 05 | 07 | 04 | 40 |
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ONE WORD, ONE WORD ,
tells me everything i need to know[/font][/color]
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ORRIN
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NICKNAME[/color] , OrOr (Conith's)
SPECIES[/color] , Father was a Magnum, Mother was a Solanaceae
AGE[/color] , Forty Seven
BIRTHDAY[/color] , September 3rd
HOMETOWN[/color] , Thivea's Training Academy[/blockquote]
OKAY, DRAGON... WHAT ARE YOU ALL ABOUT[/color]?
Sarcastic, patient, protective, intelligent, confident, stubborn, nonchalant, calm, blunt, responsible.
I SEE. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR HISTORY[/color]?
I was one of the eggs being given to the graduates of Thivea's Training Academy many years ago. I was brought up and raised by a man named Theodore, one of the graduates of the academy. Thivean's are often naturally more detached from their dragon companions, Theodore included. Theodore, along with many of his fellow countrymen, believed in the freedom of the dragons. Theodore's views on this resulted in very little contact between the two of us. I was was not happy with his. I admit that I quite like companionship despite my... intimidating exterior. Growing up and living with Theodore, I found myself to be left alone more often then not.
I was part of a team while in Thivea. The Muneris Team, to be precise. As such, I would very often find myself flying through the skies of Ethaia for Theodore and his teammates to spy on. I was only ever truly happy during these under cover missions. In Ethaia, there are more connections between riders and their dragons. While undercover, Theodore had to pretend to be Ethaian. To do this, he had to, quite bluntly, care for me. When there, we would talk. It was only during these moments out in the open when I would feel as if I had known for as long as I had. This being a good 32 years. Then, when we returned from the mission, I was once again left to be "free" to do whatever I wanted to do. Theodore never understood that all I wanted to do was have a cpmpanion.
It had become quite obvious by this time that Thivea, with Theodore, was not where I belonged. It was not even where I wanted to belong. Coming to a decision, I left Thivea, Theodore, and the Muneris Team behind. No one stopped me. I had learned in my years that though dragons were less "free" in Ethaia, they had more contact with their humans, which is what I had wanted. Thus, Ethaia became my destination of choice. By this time, however, I was already a full fledged dragon. As most riders choose their dragons as eggs while in their respective academies, I had no success in finding a rider of my own. Sometimes, a random human seeking a dragon would come along and try to claim me as there own. However, I am not stupid. Nor do I wish to partake in a master-slave relationship with some controlling, arrogant, worthless little human.
Many years went by like this. I traveled around Ethaia looking for that perfect human. One day I was sleeping in the mountains when a small landslide occurred nearby my resting space. Soon after, yelling could be heard. I became quite annoyed at the interruption of my sleep. It did not help that I had not eaten yet that day. I roared in anger, quickly finding the source of the noise and making my presence shown to them. I came to find two young humans and one newborn dragon (who was attempting and failing to intimidate me.) The dark haired human proceeded to panic, quickly picking up the little dragon baby, attempting to stop him from hissing at me. I turned my glare eventually to the skinny light-haired one. He proceeded to stare at me back with wide eyes, reminding me of a child. Then, quite bluntly, he told me I looked awesome. I froze in shock. Is this kid an idiot, I asked myself. The dark haired boy was still panicking, but also seemingly frustrated at his fellow human and his behavior. The incredulous situation in general ended with me laughing at his stupidity. The boy laughed back. This boy (this skinny, weak, idiotic boy) had induced a happiness in me that I had not felt in quite a long time. On impulse, I nudged him with my head, forcing him on. I wanted to fly with this boy. I wanted to know what it was like to fly with someone who could actually feel. Who wanted to fly with me because they wanted to, not because of an obligation.
So I did. The dark haired one and his little dragon were on my back after I urged them on. The light haired one was on my head, clinging to my horn and screaming in a mix of fear and happiness that I felt all the way into my very bones. I knew then, that I wanted him. I wanted him to be mine, and I wanted to be his. I did not give him a choice in the matter to be quite frank. But Keith, as I learned his name was, merely smiled the smile and laughed the laugh that made me want to do it, too. I never think about Theodore anymore. I don't have the time to when I'm busy trying to stop Keith from getting himself killed.
INTERESTING. NOW, WHAT ABOUT YOUR SKILLS?
Like many other dragons, including my father's species, I am capable of breathing fire. Though for many dragons, the ability stops at just that. However, I have chosen to expand on this and use fire magic. I was quite lucky in the fifty-fifty draw of being able to use magic for a half-Magnum. Not only do I breathe the fire, but I am capable of controlling it after it had been released. This is to Keith's relief, who has a slightly irrational fear of being set on fire and burning to death. We work together more often than not. For example, Keith will encase his enemy in metal, rendering the man immobile. I use fire magic on the metal, either melting it or just burning it. Ever touch burning metal? It is not a pleasant experience. Just ask one of our fallen enemies. They will agree. Though I have expanded my fire breathing capabilities greatly on my own, Keith has been able to expand it even more so by using his magic to make the flames bigger. As we are both magic users, there is a downside. We drain each other faster magically than if the sharing of magic was one-sided.
Luckily though, I am quite intelligent. And no, I am not "just saying that". I actually am. I am very good at strategy, allowing me to quickly assess a situation and form a plan that will allow for a swift defeat. That way, a fast loss in magic would have little affect on us if the battle was won quickly enough. Keith is also very intelligent despite his apparent stupidity. However, under pressure (generally during battle), he has a tendency to get quite... panicky, so his own intelligence does not come in handy very well. I keep a constant telepathic connection with Keith during these times to, in essence, give him orders and make sure he is thinking straight.
I also have venom like many dragons. Though I cannot spit it like many can. Instead, I can inject venom into others when I bite them. I do not use this often, however, as I usually do not have to. Most enemies are not able to get close enough to me for me to have to bite them. I am not against doing so, however. When I run out of magic, I have no qualms with biting into a few humans or smacking them with my tail. More of a last resort, of course.
| Strength | Defense | Intelligence | Magic | Stamina | Speed | Fire Breathing | Total |
06 | 04 | 09 | 08 | 04 | 07 | 08 | 45 |
FINALLY, AT THE END! MY NAME IS KATHY
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