Post by Saguimar on Jul 30, 2007 2:00:33 GMT -5
Name: Saguimar Theordian
Race: Mixed breed dragon
Age: 704
Gender: Male
Detail: Saguimar is a very odd color. He is black, mostly, but when light shines on him he shines goldish-white, for whatever reason. He has slight hints of green along a few points of his body, like accents. Saguimar is of a monsterous size. His eye is larger than two human heads put together. The horns on his head are long and thick, curved only at the very end. His wings are so huge, I cannot even describe their size.
History: Saguimar is a very old dragon. His family is long dead, as are all of his early friends. His father, Dagmar Ortheo, was a cave dragon. His mother, Saphirium Wrynus, was a mixed breed. Saguimar was born into a nest of three, and all hatched. His father left shortly after the eggs hatched to go off and mate with another dragon. When Saguimar was old enough to fend for himself, he and his two siblings flew off together. When they were all 10 years old they left eachother permanently in search of mates.
During Saguimar's first 100 years he had many different mates. He probably has nearly 100 children. As he got olde,r he lost interest in such things, and started to pursue knowledge. He became very wise. Through his life he witnessed many battles, and included himself on most. Eventually he got tired of all the running around and settled down in a large open field near an ocean. As he got larger, he only needed to eat about once a month, but when he ate he ate huge amounts. He would often devour a whole whale.
Personality: Saguimar has an odd personality. He is the kindest, most gentle dragon you could ever meet, but he hs his moments. Sometimes he would have mood swings for no reason. Some thought it was memories catching up on him, others thought he was losing him mind. Perhaps it was both. Saguimar didn't really notice his mood swings. But no matter how aggressive he got, he would never harm anyone unless he was in danger, or someone else was in danger... or if he was hungry.
Allegiance: Neutral
Realm: Xandria
RP Sample:
Saquimar walked along a path he had made long, long ago. The path he had made was as wide as his body, as long as his wings were tucked tightly at his tide. The path seemed to grow with him, because his feet would trample anything that tried to grow. It was a path through a forest. It wasn't very thick or dense, but Saguimar liked it all the same. His whole upper body was taller than most of the tree tops, the highest coming to his shoulder.
On his long walks he would often think about his life. What was left for him to do but die? He was too old to mate. Well, he wasn't actually, but who would find an old bugger like him attractive? Sure he was a fine dragon, but he was a mutt. An old mutt at that. All he did these days was give wise advice to passer-bys, give some riddles to adventure-seekers, and wait for the next day to come.
Eventually his path led to a waterfall, trickling into a pool. It wasn't a big waterfall, just some water splashing off a bunch of rocks, really. Saguimar just loved the smell of the fresh water. Carefully he lapped at the water, closing his eyes to enjoy the taste. When he was satisfied he looked up to the sky, eyes blinking in the light. Getting up on his heind legs, he stretched out his wings. The bottom edges of his wings were in the trees, but that would be okay.
Flapping hard, he took off into the sky, battering the trees below. "Hello clouds," he said quietly to himself as he soared across the endless blue.
Race: Mixed breed dragon
Age: 704
Gender: Male
Detail: Saguimar is a very odd color. He is black, mostly, but when light shines on him he shines goldish-white, for whatever reason. He has slight hints of green along a few points of his body, like accents. Saguimar is of a monsterous size. His eye is larger than two human heads put together. The horns on his head are long and thick, curved only at the very end. His wings are so huge, I cannot even describe their size.
History: Saguimar is a very old dragon. His family is long dead, as are all of his early friends. His father, Dagmar Ortheo, was a cave dragon. His mother, Saphirium Wrynus, was a mixed breed. Saguimar was born into a nest of three, and all hatched. His father left shortly after the eggs hatched to go off and mate with another dragon. When Saguimar was old enough to fend for himself, he and his two siblings flew off together. When they were all 10 years old they left eachother permanently in search of mates.
During Saguimar's first 100 years he had many different mates. He probably has nearly 100 children. As he got olde,r he lost interest in such things, and started to pursue knowledge. He became very wise. Through his life he witnessed many battles, and included himself on most. Eventually he got tired of all the running around and settled down in a large open field near an ocean. As he got larger, he only needed to eat about once a month, but when he ate he ate huge amounts. He would often devour a whole whale.
Personality: Saguimar has an odd personality. He is the kindest, most gentle dragon you could ever meet, but he hs his moments. Sometimes he would have mood swings for no reason. Some thought it was memories catching up on him, others thought he was losing him mind. Perhaps it was both. Saguimar didn't really notice his mood swings. But no matter how aggressive he got, he would never harm anyone unless he was in danger, or someone else was in danger... or if he was hungry.
Allegiance: Neutral
Realm: Xandria
RP Sample:
Saquimar walked along a path he had made long, long ago. The path he had made was as wide as his body, as long as his wings were tucked tightly at his tide. The path seemed to grow with him, because his feet would trample anything that tried to grow. It was a path through a forest. It wasn't very thick or dense, but Saguimar liked it all the same. His whole upper body was taller than most of the tree tops, the highest coming to his shoulder.
On his long walks he would often think about his life. What was left for him to do but die? He was too old to mate. Well, he wasn't actually, but who would find an old bugger like him attractive? Sure he was a fine dragon, but he was a mutt. An old mutt at that. All he did these days was give wise advice to passer-bys, give some riddles to adventure-seekers, and wait for the next day to come.
Eventually his path led to a waterfall, trickling into a pool. It wasn't a big waterfall, just some water splashing off a bunch of rocks, really. Saguimar just loved the smell of the fresh water. Carefully he lapped at the water, closing his eyes to enjoy the taste. When he was satisfied he looked up to the sky, eyes blinking in the light. Getting up on his heind legs, he stretched out his wings. The bottom edges of his wings were in the trees, but that would be okay.
Flapping hard, he took off into the sky, battering the trees below. "Hello clouds," he said quietly to himself as he soared across the endless blue.
