Post by Shadechaser on Feb 7, 2014 0:25:23 GMT
Name: Necroscale
Race: Dragonkin
Special Abilities: Magic (Cast from his tail), slight shadow sight
Gender: Male
Likes: Darkness, the warmth of a fire
Dislikes: Stealing (in any form), being ignored (if talking to something), too much attention
Appearance: Deep blue scales, Dark blue spikes, the tip of his tail has a deep, deep indigo 'crystal' ball that seems to be where some of his magic comes from, demon-like wings that appear to have demonic markings, a body structure that is very similar to a pony
Residence: Within the caves of the mountain close to the Everfree Forest
Personality: Calm, unaffected by emotions
His First Interaction:
When Necroscale was young, he was left by his guardians before he could even fly. Something caught his eye while he was attempting to fly, like the other dragons he saw before. The object was not solid, though he sought to discover what it was. As he walked towards it, he constantly wondered what could be... This object was something that glowed black, but had a hint of purple. When he reached the object, he could see that the area around this object was grass, yet very close to the object, there was no life. He reached out to the object, then it suddenly vanished. His claws glowed a little at the tips, and he could feel something going through his being. After he felt nothing more than the ground he stood on, and the grass around him, he began to return to his cave. As he walked back he kept wondering what it was, that vanished.
Upon reaching his cave, he could feel something, though he had no idea what it was. He looked behind him and saw a dark colored pony looking at him with vacant eyes. Their expression was undetermined, yet the feeling that this being gave off, kept sending chills down his spine. He felt something within him screaming, yet he didn't know what it was saying. He stood there, the same height as the being, just staring at it. The creature leaped over him into the cave, as far as he saw, his eyes followed without a blink. He asked who the being was, and they remained silent. He asked again, and the being stepped over to him and whispered that she was a shadow and nothing should know where or what she was. After it stepped away, he watched as it seemed to dash away. After watching it go through the fields he noticed it stopped near the object he saw vanish, but it was there. He questioned why was it there at this time. He watched as the object floated into the air, then vanish again. He thought that it vanished for the being, too. He will never know what truth lies from that time.
How Necroscale Learns Magic:
After a long time talking with a familiar shadow, Necroscale thought of how magic was used by the unicorns that reside in the village downhill. Something never clicked, they used something his kind would use to battle physically. He thought of something he naturally had that the other dragons didn't. He thought long, remembered the appearance of many dragons, some big, some small, yet one thing remained constant. His tail seems to have some kind of gem that grew naturally with his age. He looked at his tail, still thinking nothing more of it than a tail, but he watched as the light passing through it refracted. He seemed to turn his tail to watch the patterns change. He then thought about how this may be his magic.
He started to concentrate on something he remembered talking about with the shadow, and soon his tail began to change the patterns within the gem, that most times would not be possible. Soon, he saw a few shadowy figures over in the field that his cave overlooks. Two of them were sparring, as far as he could tell, and one of them seemed to be facing towards the city on the mountain that lay north. He looked back and forth between the city and the shadows. After he looked at the city for the fifth time, he turned back and saw that the shadows vanished. He started to wonder why that shadow was looking toward that city, though he remained in his cave to practice more on his newly learned skills.
I was not thinking when I made the name. It does not refer to any acts of foul trickery. Just something I, innocently, made.
Race: Dragonkin
Special Abilities: Magic (Cast from his tail), slight shadow sight
Gender: Male
Likes: Darkness, the warmth of a fire
Dislikes: Stealing (in any form), being ignored (if talking to something), too much attention
Appearance: Deep blue scales, Dark blue spikes, the tip of his tail has a deep, deep indigo 'crystal' ball that seems to be where some of his magic comes from, demon-like wings that appear to have demonic markings, a body structure that is very similar to a pony
Residence: Within the caves of the mountain close to the Everfree Forest
Personality: Calm, unaffected by emotions
His First Interaction:
When Necroscale was young, he was left by his guardians before he could even fly. Something caught his eye while he was attempting to fly, like the other dragons he saw before. The object was not solid, though he sought to discover what it was. As he walked towards it, he constantly wondered what could be... This object was something that glowed black, but had a hint of purple. When he reached the object, he could see that the area around this object was grass, yet very close to the object, there was no life. He reached out to the object, then it suddenly vanished. His claws glowed a little at the tips, and he could feel something going through his being. After he felt nothing more than the ground he stood on, and the grass around him, he began to return to his cave. As he walked back he kept wondering what it was, that vanished.
Upon reaching his cave, he could feel something, though he had no idea what it was. He looked behind him and saw a dark colored pony looking at him with vacant eyes. Their expression was undetermined, yet the feeling that this being gave off, kept sending chills down his spine. He felt something within him screaming, yet he didn't know what it was saying. He stood there, the same height as the being, just staring at it. The creature leaped over him into the cave, as far as he saw, his eyes followed without a blink. He asked who the being was, and they remained silent. He asked again, and the being stepped over to him and whispered that she was a shadow and nothing should know where or what she was. After it stepped away, he watched as it seemed to dash away. After watching it go through the fields he noticed it stopped near the object he saw vanish, but it was there. He questioned why was it there at this time. He watched as the object floated into the air, then vanish again. He thought that it vanished for the being, too. He will never know what truth lies from that time.
How Necroscale Learns Magic:
After a long time talking with a familiar shadow, Necroscale thought of how magic was used by the unicorns that reside in the village downhill. Something never clicked, they used something his kind would use to battle physically. He thought of something he naturally had that the other dragons didn't. He thought long, remembered the appearance of many dragons, some big, some small, yet one thing remained constant. His tail seems to have some kind of gem that grew naturally with his age. He looked at his tail, still thinking nothing more of it than a tail, but he watched as the light passing through it refracted. He seemed to turn his tail to watch the patterns change. He then thought about how this may be his magic.
He started to concentrate on something he remembered talking about with the shadow, and soon his tail began to change the patterns within the gem, that most times would not be possible. Soon, he saw a few shadowy figures over in the field that his cave overlooks. Two of them were sparring, as far as he could tell, and one of them seemed to be facing towards the city on the mountain that lay north. He looked back and forth between the city and the shadows. After he looked at the city for the fifth time, he turned back and saw that the shadows vanished. He started to wonder why that shadow was looking toward that city, though he remained in his cave to practice more on his newly learned skills.
I was not thinking when I made the name. It does not refer to any acts of foul trickery. Just something I, innocently, made.
