Post by Avaritia on Jan 30, 2010 18:30:16 GMT -5
Name : Erahsmis Acrolin
Alias : Erasmus
Gender : Male
Age : 19 years old
Race : Dragon (two-thirds)
Sexuality : Heterosexual, oblivious to men.
Marital Status : Single
Origin : From another world, in a land where “massive beasts walk a secluded earth.”
Current Residence : Wanders the streets of Nil'Caernwolred.
Occupation : Works odd jobs here and there.
Height : 5'10” in.
Weight : 152 lbs.
Body Type : Reasonably tall and thin, Erasmus' body only somewhat shows his history of work. Perhaps this is because it was mostly light work, odd chores around the house and bedroom.
Skin : Its colouration is about average. Has faint freckles on his shoulders, and odd scars on his back.
Eyes : Pale green.
Hair : Short, but there is just enough to tie some of it back into a very small ponytail. Smooth to the touch. A sort of dusty dark brown with a tinge of blue.
Physical Description : (Will be filled out soon.)
Speech : A full-toned and polished voice, with an accent resembling that of one with British origins, although there are some inconsistencies with the typical accent that make it clear that English is not his native language. Also because it is his second language, he may, on occasion, use the wrong word or phrase in certain situations.
Personality : Reserved and a tad bit shy, the boy tends to keep mostly to himself, although he welcomes the presence of others. Due to his history with them, he is very obedient and loyal to women, and seems to be having trouble coming to terms with the fact that men are equal, if not superior, to women in this society. Either way, he would much rather follow a woman, and is eager to please them. However, he does not appear to feel such impulses as most men would, and unless the woman initiates it, he rarely has an impure thought about them. Oddly enough, neither is he much of a “romantic,” tending to be a bit oblivious to such emotions. He tends to become very stubborn at times, but fortunately it is usually only over reasonable things, and once he has been given a goal, he is very determined to complete it to the best of his abilities.
Likes : Admittedly enjoys instruments of all sorts, but his heart lies in the violin. He taught himself how to play it when he was young, with a slight bit of help from his father, and ever since then he has loved everything about it; from the sound to the action of playing it. However, his violin was smashed some years ago, and so he looks on in quiet envy to those who possess such a beautiful thing. Other than this, he also clearly enjoys the company of women, but does not mind other men.
Dislikes : It is very obvious that he has a great distaste for those who mistreat women, especially men. He is mildly annoyed by the fact that a slight bit of a language barrier isolates him at times, but he persistently tries to convey his words as best he can with his growing grasp on English. Due to the maltreatment he received in the brief period he spent in captivity, he hates being bound by any means, especially by shackles, and doesn't like seeing others suffering in chains. The only exception may be when it is to protect the individual or others.
Fears : By and large, he does not fear much, but he becomes frantic when being chased by anything, even in an innocent way. He has a fear of cannibals that has faded with time, but he will still openly avoid them if their own kind is a meal they often pursue.
Family : His father was a dragon, and his mother was a cannibalistic human with a faint line of dragon in her blood. Both are deceased. May or may not have children.
History : Nearly twenty years ago in a world so far from the one he now finds himself in, Erahsmis Acrolin was born. From an early age, his draconic characteristics were shown; from wings spontaneously bursting from his back, from two horns occasionally showing up out of no where on the top of his head, to scales growing over skin, he was an accident waiting to happen. Thinking back on it, he supposed that those things were largely what might have driven his mother insane- she couldn't have always been like he remembered her, surely?
When he was but a toddler, still learning how to speak, his father spoke to him and told him that showing those traits were a bad thing, that he had to control them. People would kill him if they saw the stranger side of him. With the help of his father, he was able to control his dragon form from the young age of three. However, he was only taught to the extent of keeping it down so that he could live a mostly normal life, with the normal appearance of a human.
And in the year he spent learning, his mother became hungry. Every day, she seemed to eat more and more, but would never be satiated. Eventually, they never had enough food to begin to fill her undying hunger, and soon, they did not have enough money to buy so much as a loaf of bread. The once noble family became impoverished, and with scarcely a penny to spare, they walked the slowly rotting halls of their once glorious castle.
A short few years later, his father mysteriously disappeared. He knew exactly what happened, though. Every day with a glare, he regarded his mother who had eaten them out of their chance at happiness.
However, she was his mother, after all. He could not openly be rude to her, and so he tried as hard as he could to keep her happy. Even if it cost him his own in the process, he would try his very best. Someone had to be made happy.
At the age of twelve, he was a ragged boy. He spent his every waking moment tending to his greedy mother to stop her yelling. Oh, she yelled so loud when she was hungry. One day, she simply would not stop yelling, but there was no one left in the village below them. There was no food left in the county; she had eaten it all. As he stood there next to her on her throne, however, she turned her greedy eyes to him. She stared and she stared, and he melted under her gaze.
"My dear son...have I ever told you how positively...delectable you look?"
What happened next was a blur. He remembered her screaming louder than ever, a massive roar coming from her stomach as she stood from her throne with incredible speed for such a plump woman. He began to run, and she chased him through the dilapidated halls. He could never lose her around any given number of turns; she was always there, closer and closer every time he turned around. Suddenly, he felt his skin crawling. He looked at his hands, and grey scales had begun forming out of his skin. A splitting headache struck him, slowing him down. Large horns were growing out of his head. In pain, he stumbled into a dead end. His mother advanced slowly, smiling hungrily and licking her plump lips. It was the end.
Suddenly, he felt his back practically rip apart. The sensation essentially blacked him out, and his last vision was that of his mother's feet coming towards him.
When he opened his eyes again, he was flying. He felt his massive heart racing, and the wings on his back beating steadily, keeping him aloft on the winds rushing past him. Scales and fur covered his body. All so fast, what he'd forgotten years ago came back to him: he was a dragon.
At that point, he knew he could never return to his home. Some years later, he would hear that the castle fell down on his mother, and that she devoured herself.
He continued flying north until he saw a small city. He landed in the forest and changed back to his human form, and then headed in. There, he worked many odd jobs here and there. Eventually, he became the bus boy at the local tavern. After a year of service, making Erasmus fourteen at the time, a sleazy bartender took the job, and for a week, he had a dirty smirk on his filthy face. One day, the boy was standing in the middle of the floor, watching the door patiently, and the next he "crashed through."
He awoke in chains in a small cell made of stone. He could hear voices outside, talking about shipping him off south- or really, it could have been anyone, but he was certain it was himself. As he sat there, he considered his options, and ultimately decided there was no way he could get out of the situation alive, and that it would be ultimately better to not resist. He went along for the ride, through the mistreatment at the hands of the older men, and was ultimately shipped off. The boy wound up working for a lonely woman, who had nothing but a large estate and many slaves to remember her. She had the still young man do small tasks for her, chores. One day, she entered the foyer behind him as it rained rather hard outside. It was a slow day, and she was looking for...something to do.
You can probably imagine what happened then.
Some months later, he was sold off again, and time and time again he was exposed to similar situations. Perhaps his mistresses thought him handsome, cute at his young age; something easy to take advantage of. Never would he deny them their pleasures, though, so eager to please was he. It wasn't until his eighteenth birthday was he granted freedom by his last mistress.
He does not honestly remember what happened next, perhaps he got in some sort of accident, or a sudden one-sided fight, but whatever it was, it landed him in Nillea. After learning English, he is working slowly to blend in with everyone else, as befuddled as he may be by this new society.
Allegiance : To no one in particular, but ultimately hopes for good.
Weapons : Often carries around a nondescript shortsword.
Magick : Actively knows very little.
Strengths : He has the ability to transform into a dragon, although it often only happens on accident when he experiences intense negative emotions (fear being a great trigger). He is trying to figure out how to control it. Aside from this, physically speaking, he is nimble with above average reflexes. He has a level head more often than not, and is an excellent mediator. When he sets his mind to something, he is very determined to do it. As an extra fact, he also has a photographic memory.
Weaknesses : When he turns into a dragon, he often can't completely control himself. He “blacks out,” to some degree, and has trouble remembering exactly what happened while in that form. Luckily enough, his dragon side often has a bit of a one-track mind, focusing on whatever the last thought or impulse Erasmus had before changing, such as "I want to get away." Also, in the process of transforming, he typically experiences splitting pains as his horns and wings grow, which is enough to paralyze him for a few moments. He tends to be loyal to a fault, meaning that unless the one he serves has actively jeopardized his life, he refuses to leave them. On a smaller scale, he is, as aforementioned, somewhat oblivious to feelings of “love,” which has likely let slip a few chances for it in the past.
Sample Post :
His back crawled as he felt the presence of someone else take a seat. Slowly, he turned his head as to get a glimpse at whomever it happened to be from the corner of his eye, but even as he caught a glance at them, he couldn't help but jump when they returned the look. He let a nervous sigh as he faced back forward, and heard a greeting from behind him in a feminine voice.
With his face hidden behind his hair that he hadn't gotten a chance to fix aside from tying it back again from the unsettling sleep, one couldn't quite see the soft pink that surfaced. He was behaving standoffishly towards a woman. It was so rude of him! He straightened himself up and turned his body fully now to look at her, smiling cordially as he did so. Now that he had regained his composure, all there was left to do was politely return the greeting- something that wasn't very hard, even with the slivers of a language barrier standing between he and those who lived in this land.
"Good day, my lady," he greeted. "My apologies for acting strange, sleep did not find me as well as I would have liked last night." The boy steadied himself in hopes of having a pleasant conversation with the fine looking woman. It would likely be just a simple one, at that, thus posing neither of them an issue.
He paused for a moment, brushing his short hair out of his face. It was rude to hide oneself from a lady, as his masters had taught him early on. With the matter tended to, he sat idly for a moment, before smiling softly again. "How is this lovely day treating you?"
Alias : Erasmus
Gender : Male
Age : 19 years old
Race : Dragon (two-thirds)
Sexuality : Heterosexual, oblivious to men.
Marital Status : Single
Origin : From another world, in a land where “massive beasts walk a secluded earth.”
Current Residence : Wanders the streets of Nil'Caernwolred.
Occupation : Works odd jobs here and there.
Height : 5'10” in.
Weight : 152 lbs.
Body Type : Reasonably tall and thin, Erasmus' body only somewhat shows his history of work. Perhaps this is because it was mostly light work, odd chores around the house and bedroom.
Skin : Its colouration is about average. Has faint freckles on his shoulders, and odd scars on his back.
Eyes : Pale green.
Hair : Short, but there is just enough to tie some of it back into a very small ponytail. Smooth to the touch. A sort of dusty dark brown with a tinge of blue.
Physical Description : (Will be filled out soon.)
Speech : A full-toned and polished voice, with an accent resembling that of one with British origins, although there are some inconsistencies with the typical accent that make it clear that English is not his native language. Also because it is his second language, he may, on occasion, use the wrong word or phrase in certain situations.
Personality : Reserved and a tad bit shy, the boy tends to keep mostly to himself, although he welcomes the presence of others. Due to his history with them, he is very obedient and loyal to women, and seems to be having trouble coming to terms with the fact that men are equal, if not superior, to women in this society. Either way, he would much rather follow a woman, and is eager to please them. However, he does not appear to feel such impulses as most men would, and unless the woman initiates it, he rarely has an impure thought about them. Oddly enough, neither is he much of a “romantic,” tending to be a bit oblivious to such emotions. He tends to become very stubborn at times, but fortunately it is usually only over reasonable things, and once he has been given a goal, he is very determined to complete it to the best of his abilities.
Likes : Admittedly enjoys instruments of all sorts, but his heart lies in the violin. He taught himself how to play it when he was young, with a slight bit of help from his father, and ever since then he has loved everything about it; from the sound to the action of playing it. However, his violin was smashed some years ago, and so he looks on in quiet envy to those who possess such a beautiful thing. Other than this, he also clearly enjoys the company of women, but does not mind other men.
Dislikes : It is very obvious that he has a great distaste for those who mistreat women, especially men. He is mildly annoyed by the fact that a slight bit of a language barrier isolates him at times, but he persistently tries to convey his words as best he can with his growing grasp on English. Due to the maltreatment he received in the brief period he spent in captivity, he hates being bound by any means, especially by shackles, and doesn't like seeing others suffering in chains. The only exception may be when it is to protect the individual or others.
Fears : By and large, he does not fear much, but he becomes frantic when being chased by anything, even in an innocent way. He has a fear of cannibals that has faded with time, but he will still openly avoid them if their own kind is a meal they often pursue.
Family : His father was a dragon, and his mother was a cannibalistic human with a faint line of dragon in her blood. Both are deceased. May or may not have children.
History : Nearly twenty years ago in a world so far from the one he now finds himself in, Erahsmis Acrolin was born. From an early age, his draconic characteristics were shown; from wings spontaneously bursting from his back, from two horns occasionally showing up out of no where on the top of his head, to scales growing over skin, he was an accident waiting to happen. Thinking back on it, he supposed that those things were largely what might have driven his mother insane- she couldn't have always been like he remembered her, surely?
When he was but a toddler, still learning how to speak, his father spoke to him and told him that showing those traits were a bad thing, that he had to control them. People would kill him if they saw the stranger side of him. With the help of his father, he was able to control his dragon form from the young age of three. However, he was only taught to the extent of keeping it down so that he could live a mostly normal life, with the normal appearance of a human.
And in the year he spent learning, his mother became hungry. Every day, she seemed to eat more and more, but would never be satiated. Eventually, they never had enough food to begin to fill her undying hunger, and soon, they did not have enough money to buy so much as a loaf of bread. The once noble family became impoverished, and with scarcely a penny to spare, they walked the slowly rotting halls of their once glorious castle.
A short few years later, his father mysteriously disappeared. He knew exactly what happened, though. Every day with a glare, he regarded his mother who had eaten them out of their chance at happiness.
However, she was his mother, after all. He could not openly be rude to her, and so he tried as hard as he could to keep her happy. Even if it cost him his own in the process, he would try his very best. Someone had to be made happy.
At the age of twelve, he was a ragged boy. He spent his every waking moment tending to his greedy mother to stop her yelling. Oh, she yelled so loud when she was hungry. One day, she simply would not stop yelling, but there was no one left in the village below them. There was no food left in the county; she had eaten it all. As he stood there next to her on her throne, however, she turned her greedy eyes to him. She stared and she stared, and he melted under her gaze.
"My dear son...have I ever told you how positively...delectable you look?"
What happened next was a blur. He remembered her screaming louder than ever, a massive roar coming from her stomach as she stood from her throne with incredible speed for such a plump woman. He began to run, and she chased him through the dilapidated halls. He could never lose her around any given number of turns; she was always there, closer and closer every time he turned around. Suddenly, he felt his skin crawling. He looked at his hands, and grey scales had begun forming out of his skin. A splitting headache struck him, slowing him down. Large horns were growing out of his head. In pain, he stumbled into a dead end. His mother advanced slowly, smiling hungrily and licking her plump lips. It was the end.
Suddenly, he felt his back practically rip apart. The sensation essentially blacked him out, and his last vision was that of his mother's feet coming towards him.
When he opened his eyes again, he was flying. He felt his massive heart racing, and the wings on his back beating steadily, keeping him aloft on the winds rushing past him. Scales and fur covered his body. All so fast, what he'd forgotten years ago came back to him: he was a dragon.
At that point, he knew he could never return to his home. Some years later, he would hear that the castle fell down on his mother, and that she devoured herself.
He continued flying north until he saw a small city. He landed in the forest and changed back to his human form, and then headed in. There, he worked many odd jobs here and there. Eventually, he became the bus boy at the local tavern. After a year of service, making Erasmus fourteen at the time, a sleazy bartender took the job, and for a week, he had a dirty smirk on his filthy face. One day, the boy was standing in the middle of the floor, watching the door patiently, and the next he "crashed through."
He awoke in chains in a small cell made of stone. He could hear voices outside, talking about shipping him off south- or really, it could have been anyone, but he was certain it was himself. As he sat there, he considered his options, and ultimately decided there was no way he could get out of the situation alive, and that it would be ultimately better to not resist. He went along for the ride, through the mistreatment at the hands of the older men, and was ultimately shipped off. The boy wound up working for a lonely woman, who had nothing but a large estate and many slaves to remember her. She had the still young man do small tasks for her, chores. One day, she entered the foyer behind him as it rained rather hard outside. It was a slow day, and she was looking for...something to do.
You can probably imagine what happened then.
Some months later, he was sold off again, and time and time again he was exposed to similar situations. Perhaps his mistresses thought him handsome, cute at his young age; something easy to take advantage of. Never would he deny them their pleasures, though, so eager to please was he. It wasn't until his eighteenth birthday was he granted freedom by his last mistress.
He does not honestly remember what happened next, perhaps he got in some sort of accident, or a sudden one-sided fight, but whatever it was, it landed him in Nillea. After learning English, he is working slowly to blend in with everyone else, as befuddled as he may be by this new society.
Allegiance : To no one in particular, but ultimately hopes for good.
Weapons : Often carries around a nondescript shortsword.
Magick : Actively knows very little.
Strengths : He has the ability to transform into a dragon, although it often only happens on accident when he experiences intense negative emotions (fear being a great trigger). He is trying to figure out how to control it. Aside from this, physically speaking, he is nimble with above average reflexes. He has a level head more often than not, and is an excellent mediator. When he sets his mind to something, he is very determined to do it. As an extra fact, he also has a photographic memory.
Weaknesses : When he turns into a dragon, he often can't completely control himself. He “blacks out,” to some degree, and has trouble remembering exactly what happened while in that form. Luckily enough, his dragon side often has a bit of a one-track mind, focusing on whatever the last thought or impulse Erasmus had before changing, such as "I want to get away." Also, in the process of transforming, he typically experiences splitting pains as his horns and wings grow, which is enough to paralyze him for a few moments. He tends to be loyal to a fault, meaning that unless the one he serves has actively jeopardized his life, he refuses to leave them. On a smaller scale, he is, as aforementioned, somewhat oblivious to feelings of “love,” which has likely let slip a few chances for it in the past.
Sample Post :
His back crawled as he felt the presence of someone else take a seat. Slowly, he turned his head as to get a glimpse at whomever it happened to be from the corner of his eye, but even as he caught a glance at them, he couldn't help but jump when they returned the look. He let a nervous sigh as he faced back forward, and heard a greeting from behind him in a feminine voice.
With his face hidden behind his hair that he hadn't gotten a chance to fix aside from tying it back again from the unsettling sleep, one couldn't quite see the soft pink that surfaced. He was behaving standoffishly towards a woman. It was so rude of him! He straightened himself up and turned his body fully now to look at her, smiling cordially as he did so. Now that he had regained his composure, all there was left to do was politely return the greeting- something that wasn't very hard, even with the slivers of a language barrier standing between he and those who lived in this land.
"Good day, my lady," he greeted. "My apologies for acting strange, sleep did not find me as well as I would have liked last night." The boy steadied himself in hopes of having a pleasant conversation with the fine looking woman. It would likely be just a simple one, at that, thus posing neither of them an issue.
He paused for a moment, brushing his short hair out of his face. It was rude to hide oneself from a lady, as his masters had taught him early on. With the matter tended to, he sat idly for a moment, before smiling softly again. "How is this lovely day treating you?"