Post by Fur'luns the Meek on Feb 7, 2014 16:20:01 GMT
Name: Fur’luns the Meek
Human Name: Ferdinand
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Rusted Bronze
Age: 3,457
Bloodline: Son of Sim’ta the Fertile and Grith the Kind
Animal Forms: Golden Gecko
Magic Type: Golden Star
Clan or Organization: Promethaen Empire
Rank: Minor
Description:
Promethaen- Very small in comparison to others of his kind, Fur’luns may come across as feeble. Though he is not incredibly old nor sick, it is more so due to his overall litheness. His long golden form seems to swirl and twist as the cosmos and stars themselves. Rather than scales as a normal dragon possess, his body is smooth to a touch. Amber supernova like eyes swirl in his sockets, and give off a trail of golden dust like steam. A stout ribbed fin runs from the base of his neck down to the tip of his tail, which is often folded down unless overcome with emotion, in which case it will sprout up in a glorious display. Hanging from his chin is a long mass of tangly tendrils, which are prehensile. Fur'luns' wings make up the majority of his form, as they seem overly large for his body. The skin of the wings hold bright gold veins that pulse through the thin layer of skin, and when the light catches them, glow like precious gems.
Human- Standing at the lowly height of 4’1’’, “Ferdinand” might have been mistaken for a child if it were not for his long spindly beard. His body was small and thin, unnaturally so for most around him. His pale form is concealed in a tan burlap robe and hood, keeping most of his features indistinguishable. Long spiky blonde hair is seen when his hood is down, and the hair runs evenly into his bushy beard that hangs to the ground. Carried in his hands, or fastened to his back, is a large wooden walking stick, which is put to good use.The staff itself never seems to be the same day after day, as if it were always growing and being molded. Oddly, despite the beard and aura of wisdom Ferdinand seems to permeate, he does not appear old. Perhaps the oddest thing about the “human” are his eyes. Spiraling amber orbs peer out from behind his hood, and if one looks closely it’s possible to see a faint trail of yellow dust evaporate from them.
Personality: A giver by nature, Fur’luns tries to offer aid to those who need it at any given chance. He loves the company of others, and tries to befriend those he interacts with, wanting only to try and bring everyone closer together.
Fur’luns is a pacifist, and will try to avoid any sort of conflict he can. So much so he’ll go out of his way to stop the issue, or in desperate cases, flee.
Not one to take charge or authority, Fur’lun tends to stay back as moral support, offering his gifts when they are applicable.
Drake: ------
History: Hatched within the proximity of a golden sun, Fur’luns takes on the bright flare on his skin and in his heart. Taught carefully by his mother and father, Fur’luns holds the imprint left for him, carrying on his parent’s kindness.
During his younger years he found himself on Earth, along side many of his brethren. He took the position of a god for Etruscan Mythology, offering his aid to those early romans. He presented himself as Fufluns, the god of plant life, happiness, health, and growth. He used his powers to let the civilization prosper, taking them under his wing as he tried to nurture them the best he could without having direct involvement with them.
Never actually leaving the planet, Fur’luns disappeared, concealing himself as he spectated the rise of the humans, and eventually their fall. Now he works to try and aid his “children” once more, aiming to help them overcome their challenge with what help he can offer.
Other: Fur’luns is a sucker for comedy, if you can make him laugh, you have his heart. In his human disguise he is known to be successful traveling herbalist and medicine man. His OAI has been nicknamed Satyr, feeling that it fit the bill due to his "children" who praised him and their mythical creates of the woods.
Human Name: Ferdinand
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Rusted Bronze
Age: 3,457
Bloodline: Son of Sim’ta the Fertile and Grith the Kind
Animal Forms: Golden Gecko
Magic Type: Golden Star
Clan or Organization: Promethaen Empire
Rank: Minor
Description:
Promethaen- Very small in comparison to others of his kind, Fur’luns may come across as feeble. Though he is not incredibly old nor sick, it is more so due to his overall litheness. His long golden form seems to swirl and twist as the cosmos and stars themselves. Rather than scales as a normal dragon possess, his body is smooth to a touch. Amber supernova like eyes swirl in his sockets, and give off a trail of golden dust like steam. A stout ribbed fin runs from the base of his neck down to the tip of his tail, which is often folded down unless overcome with emotion, in which case it will sprout up in a glorious display. Hanging from his chin is a long mass of tangly tendrils, which are prehensile. Fur'luns' wings make up the majority of his form, as they seem overly large for his body. The skin of the wings hold bright gold veins that pulse through the thin layer of skin, and when the light catches them, glow like precious gems.
Human- Standing at the lowly height of 4’1’’, “Ferdinand” might have been mistaken for a child if it were not for his long spindly beard. His body was small and thin, unnaturally so for most around him. His pale form is concealed in a tan burlap robe and hood, keeping most of his features indistinguishable. Long spiky blonde hair is seen when his hood is down, and the hair runs evenly into his bushy beard that hangs to the ground. Carried in his hands, or fastened to his back, is a large wooden walking stick, which is put to good use.The staff itself never seems to be the same day after day, as if it were always growing and being molded. Oddly, despite the beard and aura of wisdom Ferdinand seems to permeate, he does not appear old. Perhaps the oddest thing about the “human” are his eyes. Spiraling amber orbs peer out from behind his hood, and if one looks closely it’s possible to see a faint trail of yellow dust evaporate from them.
Personality: A giver by nature, Fur’luns tries to offer aid to those who need it at any given chance. He loves the company of others, and tries to befriend those he interacts with, wanting only to try and bring everyone closer together.
Fur’luns is a pacifist, and will try to avoid any sort of conflict he can. So much so he’ll go out of his way to stop the issue, or in desperate cases, flee.
Not one to take charge or authority, Fur’lun tends to stay back as moral support, offering his gifts when they are applicable.
Drake: ------
History: Hatched within the proximity of a golden sun, Fur’luns takes on the bright flare on his skin and in his heart. Taught carefully by his mother and father, Fur’luns holds the imprint left for him, carrying on his parent’s kindness.
During his younger years he found himself on Earth, along side many of his brethren. He took the position of a god for Etruscan Mythology, offering his aid to those early romans. He presented himself as Fufluns, the god of plant life, happiness, health, and growth. He used his powers to let the civilization prosper, taking them under his wing as he tried to nurture them the best he could without having direct involvement with them.
Never actually leaving the planet, Fur’luns disappeared, concealing himself as he spectated the rise of the humans, and eventually their fall. Now he works to try and aid his “children” once more, aiming to help them overcome their challenge with what help he can offer.
Other: Fur’luns is a sucker for comedy, if you can make him laugh, you have his heart. In his human disguise he is known to be successful traveling herbalist and medicine man. His OAI has been nicknamed Satyr, feeling that it fit the bill due to his "children" who praised him and their mythical creates of the woods.
