Post by Frosk The Twisted on Oct 17, 2010 0:31:39 GMT -5
Characters 1 & 2
Name: Zeria of the Star-Eye Clan, Matriarch Zeria, or High Dragon Zeria, shortened to High Zeria.
Species:Fire Drake (True Dragon)
Age:Unknown, she has forgotten.
Occupation or class group: Extra School Security or Mountain rescue.
Physical Description:
Zeria is a large red dragon, standing at near 24 feet high from the crown of her head (not her horns) to the ground, and near 10 feet from the top of her haunches to the ground. She sports a wingspan that threatens to burst the 45 foot notch and can be measured at 32 feet in length, not counting her tail, but including her head and neck in the count when she is bending over. Her face resembles an alligator with buzzard overtones, crowned with horns that would make a buck deer blush. She has feathered wings, a spiked tail and is a Biped though she walks like a Tyrannosaurus Rex and can walk on all fours if need be. The scales of her body and head are blood red in color, while her chest plates, tail plates, horns and spikes are all grey. Her wing feathers are deep purple, while the two large feathers on back of her neck are just as red as the rest of her. Like her friend Zephyr Ashwing, she has violent, purple eyes that glow near white in the pupil.
History:
Zeria was hatched into the Star-Eye clan of cave dwelling dragons in the region now known as Russia. Her neighbors were the Frost-Hide clan of cliff dwelling dragons, who lived in the icy cliffs near the Star-Eye’s caves. Her clan were all Bipedal (but could be quadrupeds if they desired) dragons, build to live life on the ground and in caves most of the time, and only take to the air for faster transportation, fun or to hunt. The Frost-Hides were bipedal, and lacked forearms, built to cling to the rocks and ice like bats, and of course, fly like swallows. They were much smaller than their quadruped neighbors for this reason. Because of this size difference, Zeria as a hatching, and well into her juvenile years, was allowed to play with the adults of the Frost-Hide clan, and some of the young. But as she got older, the cliff dwellers started to refuse to interact with her in a physical manner, mostly because one misstep on her part could result in the tragic death of a cliff dweller by being squished.
most of her childhood and young adult years were spent hunting, fighting her siblings and trying to find a place for her to claim as her own. It is the way of most dragon clans to have a matriarch and patriarch that rules over the younger members of the family. Those who don’t leave the family to start families of their own, become fosters for the rest of the offspring from their siblings or parents. Females will remain in their clan until a male comes to claim them, and then they set up their branch of the parent clan with the mate. If the mate is clan-less, then the male takes the clan name of the female, if he has a clan, then the female takes his clan name and loses her connections with her birth clan. A clan-less female is the same way as a clan-less male, if she doesn’t have a clan and he does, she takes the name. If neither has a clan, they start one.
Zeria moved out of her clan home when she was old enough to and found a cave dragon named Gregosh, who was a white scaled drake and had no clan anymore. His had disowned him due to his albino coloring, when the rest of his clan were all either black or deep blue. The two bonded after years of courting, but separated after Zeria had her first clutch of eggs, due to reasons unknown to her; he just left one evening and never came home. For years she presumed he left her, and she searched the land and skies near the cave, never to see or hear of him again. Though as the years went on, she feared he may not have left, but died in a fight over food or while just flying that night he disappeared. Zeria cared for the eggs during their six month incubation period, and was surprised to find a small crack in one of the four, black shelled eggs only five months in. Worried that she may have accidently cracked it herself, she kept a sharp eye on it for the next few days. The crack became four, then twelve, then a small hole. Soon the nose of a deep blue, near purple drake popped out of the hole and started to try and escape his egg.
Zeria was so surprised with his coloring, she named him Dragar, which meant “Duskâ€. His two sisters and one brother soon followed him into the world, but they sported hides of red scales, save for one sister, the weakest, who seemed to be red everywhere except her haunches, which faded to deep blue, then black as it moved down to her tail. She didn’t receive a name, for she died shortly after hatching, a tragedy that Zeria couldn’t figure out. The remaining sister and brother were named Treza, and Frosk. Frosk seemed normal for most his childhood, but soon started to gain a ‘mask’ of black around his face as he matured. The older he got, the more black appeared on him in a stripe pattern that started at the base of his skull and then moved all the way down to the tip of his tail. Treza kept her mother’s coloring throughout her life, or as much of it as Zeria was allowed to see, for she left with a red male drake that was clan-less shortly after reaching adulthood.
Zeria, Dragar and Frosk moved into a valley area that had less dragon interaction and more of the smaller animals, hoping to be rid of any stray females who might take her sons away before she was ready to let them leave. Needless to say, the two young males soon became quite attached to their mother and chased away any females that dared cross into their territory as a result of their lake of socialization. At first, Zeria didn’t see this as a bad thing, thinking that it would make them far better dragons that would fine clan females when they were older. But the longer they remained away from other dragons, the more aggressively they responded when strange dragons arrived near their home. This also sparked into sibling rivalry when Zeria finally introduced them to a nearby clan of cave dwellers, who had only one female in their mix. Dragar was under the illusion that Frosk was looking to court the female, which wasn’t the case, and a fight started that ended in Dragar’s demise. Frosk was left with his right eye blinded and quite a few scars, one of which cut right through the blind eye.
Zeria blamed herself for the longest time, believing it was their lake of social skills that led to the fight, and perhaps it was. But as time passed, she soon stopped beating herself up over it and accepted that Frosk was meant to survive and she was meant to only have the one son at her side.
More years passed and Frosk grew older, but never bonded with any drakes, well, any female drakes. One male became a replacement brother, though that drake didn’t see it as such a relationship. Frosk, being the older of the two, dominated this new drake, who was a much smaller, green dragon, and often treated him as a pet than an equal. This behavior bothered Zeria, who was trying to figure out why he treated this dragon the way he did. But the other drake played along with it until Frosk forbade him to speak at all, wanting only a silent brother that could be told what to do. That lasted for a week, before the green drake fled, fearing that his advancements had pushed the already mental Frosk over the edge.
For months after the green drake’s flight from the cave, Frosk hid in the back of his home, ignoring all attempts at communication from his mother. Zeria decided it was time to get the clan running again, and perhaps fix what damage she had caused to Frosk with her failed rearing.
That is when Treggor came into the picture. He was a mighty male, who, even though he had a clan, chose to take the clan name of Zeria. Together, they managed to get the Star-Eye clan’s numbers back up again, and improved Frosk’s outlook on life, though he was still rather touched in the head. Two centuries passed and again Zeria found herself without a mate, this time it was because she had kicked Treggor and two of his sons, out of the cave for killing an entire clan of cave dwellers just to have more room for eggs. Zeria then split the two caves up, one for her, Frosk and two of her eldest daughters, and the other was for the rest of the group, who were a lot more rough like their father and needed room to pummel each other senseless each morning before breakfast.
At this time, a group of Anthro creatures had started to build cities nearby, and in a matter of years, Zeria was forced to move her family further north in to the forest covered hills. All but Frosk, decided to take their chances with the new creatures and in the end, it was again Frosk and his mother together in a cave. Though Zeria did see some of her children from time to time, they had become wild and were attacking things on sight. In fact, most of the dragons Frosk and Zeria met were wild and didn’t seem to have any kind of intelligence. They had become beasts that didn’t know how to interact on a civilized basis and seemed to have lost their ability to speak.
It was of course, devastating to Zeria when Frosk decided to leave in the middle of the night to seek out other dragons who had not forgotten the old ways. He never returned to her, even after he swore he would find her again. And so came into being the bitter old High dragon that some know today, who snarls and chases anything that bothers her, making them all think she is just another stupid dragon.
Four years after Frosk left, Zeria befriended a small, red, Anthro dragon named Zephyr Ashwing and soon learned how to be one of the ‘old dragons’ again. She accepted the little dragon’s gift, a large uncut, unpolished ruby and became somewhat of a mother to the youngling. So when it came time for him to leave off for school, she was determined not to lose yet another child and followed him to his new location. Currently, she lives in a large cave in the mountains, just north of Golden Oaks Academy, where she has been spotted a few times by hikers at night, who swear there is a monster living in the mountains. One such hiker had been stranded there during a brutal thunderstorm, and it was Zeria who rescued him, returning the injured hiker to his camp a few miles away. He didn’t know what she was, or really got a good look. The only words he could use to describe his savior to the police was, quote/unquote “It was dark, but I swear it looked like it was a large, winged...Dinosaur!â€
Personality:
An overprotective mother type that can be rather vicious in her old age, Zeria can be quite the firecracker if you get on her nerves. Normally she will play the part of a wild dragon if spotted by those she is not friends with, and often practices this with those her adopted son, Zephyr, brings around until she knows them better. A very intelligent and caring dragon on a good day, Zeria likes to spend time talking when she finds a good conversational partner. Though she is quick to accept people into her folds, she won’t go and seek out new friends, preferring the old “wait till they find you†tactic.
Zeria can carry on a conversation until she exhausts all angles of the subject, then she moves on to another that she can stretch out for a long time. She is very knowledgeable in many subjects and likes to teach those who are willing to listen and learn. And although she will allow some people she knows to look at and handle her treasure, don’t expect her to let you keep any of it, no matter how long she’s known you; if she doesn’t offer it, don’t ask for it. She finds people interesting and wants to mingle with them and learn some of the ways they do things, but fears them too much to go out and ask someone without Zephyr there to speak for her before she shows herself.
RP sample:
Read Mulgron card.
Pic: lordofnightmarespast.deviantart.com/art/The-Dark-Lord-of-Dragons-98773282 Basically what she looks like.
Frosk:
lordofnightmarespast.deviantart.com/art/Frosk-the-Twisted-146601659?q=gallery%3Alordofnightmarespast%2F5487247&qo=12
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Classes wanted: She can’t take any, but will stick her head into the windows of some classes if they have any and the professor is willing to have her. (Once she is known that is)
Zeria is Straight, but Frosk is Bisexual, with leanings more toward the female gender, but he will bed a male.
Character 3
Name: Mulgron �Mighty Oak� Bloodthorn.
Gender: Male
Age:58
Species: Bull and Bison cross
Voice Identity: Robbie Coltrane
Occupation or class group: Grounds/Game Keeper/Part time backup Security for the area.
Personality:
At first glance, it would appear that Mulgron is a bit shy and very clumsy, because he strays away from groups and conversation when it isn�t part of his work and tends to trip over himself a lot. But in reality, he is the exact opposite; a quite talkative fellow with a love for social gatherings and agile grace, when he is concentrating. Why then does he stand alone when numbers of individuals reach more than ten and isn�t only of the male persuasion? It is the simple fact that he doesn�t do well with the opposite gender, in fact, he hasn�t spoken to a female since he was but a whelp. They tend to poke fun at the awkward bloke or mistake his shyness for rudeness, leaving him on the receiving end of quite a few nasty remarks. He can be quite the romantic if allowed, though not many women have given him the chance at such an opportunity.
His opinions are rather straight forward, and his humor sometimes dry and dark, but in the end, Mulgron really does mean well. Although he can come across as an unfeeling monster at times, it is only his Clan ideals showing through from years of having it preached. And if you take the time to speak with him and know him, you will quickly see that he is not as mean as he wants you to believe. A lover of sports and the outdoors, if you are ever bored and happened upon this strange individual, he would be happy to show you some interesting things to keep you occupied for the time being.
He can read a little, mostly notes rather than books and has terrible spelling.
Physical Description:
Around twelve foot three inches in height, and weighing quite a bit over a ton, Mulgron is a massive warrior and a force to be reckoned with. His fur is black all over with grey flecks and his mustache and beard are pure white. His horns are white with black tips and the span of them is around four and a half feet. He has deep brown, expressive eyes and well pronounced cheek bones and chin. His overall facial appearance is that of a friendly yak, but still holds the promise of violence should he need it.
His body is massive, built like a tank from head to hoof, with tough skin and powerful muscles covering his mighty form, making him appear to be nothing more than a walking, hairy wall. Normally he wears the ceremonial armor of his Clan, but he will wear a plain leather vest and kilt when he isn�t in the mood for armor. At other times he can try to wear more �western style� clothing, though it makes him seem like a goof, as he chooses to wear �Cowfolk� hats, cut jeans and interesting shirts.
He doesn�t care much for guns, carrying instead a bow and axe at all times slung over his back and a spear in hand when out hunting.
History:
Like most of his kind in the area, Mulgron was born into a large Clan that ruled a section of the Black Forest in Germany. His father was the Clan Shaman, while his mother had been one of the elder Warriors that protected the Brute, who was the leader of a Clan. As such, Mulgron was trained in both the Shaman�s duties and the duties of a Brute�s bodyguard from a very young age. The towns and Anthros beyond the forest were off limits to all in his Clan, who were old fashion in their beliefs, not wanting to spoil their children on electricity or warp their minds with science, but this little detail liked to escape the mind of young Mulgron from time to time. It was during one of these lapses in memory that Mulgron learned why they were not allowed near the castles, towns or any place where other Anthros who don�t understand their customs, live. The young whelp had been chasing a group of deer through the forest when the sounds of adults and children reached his ears. In the time it took the deer to notice the new noise and vanish into the darkness, Mulgron had darted out into the open and stopped dead in front of a family of Dragon Anthros. At first, it seemed that the adults would simply turn around and herd the children back up to the vehicles waiting nearby, but after taking in the sight that was Mulgron, they changed their minds. Mulgron had with him the normal war hammer and bow that most of the whelps his age carry. He was also wearing armor and was quite out of breath from running, so he sounded like he was snorting at those before him.
One Adult raised a rifle he had been using to hunt pheasants, in response to the beast�s sudden appearance and apparent reason for being there. Mulgron, being the inexperienced child that he was, didn�t understand the danger that the device posed and thought that it was a sort of greeting. He made the mistake of raising his axe in the same manner. One moment he was standing upright, both feet on the ground, next moment he was on his back with both feet in the air, pain in his shoulder and the sounds of fleeing people could be heard in the distance. It was then that he knew why his Clan didn�t want their family to interact with outsiders, but he did not feel the same way about it. As he lay there on his back, his pride and shoulder the only true things hurt in the altercation, he couldn�t help but feel somewhat sorry for them, the outsiders. They just didn�t understand those who lived in the wild, and in most cases would react before thinking.
From that day forward, Mulgron continued to disobey the laws of his Clan and visited the world beyond the forest at times when he knew the children would be without their mighty guard. Each time he did, the children grew less afraid of him and soon carried out long conversations with the him during their games. When he was old enough to leave his Clan, Mulgron sought out the jobs that would allow him to learn more about the world that he had been raised to despise and fear, jumping from one school or gated community to another, protecting them like an unofficial security guard from anything that could pose a threat. Now nearing his sixties, Mulgron has found Golden Oaks Academy, where their have been sightings of true dragons nearby that may be dangerous to the school and surrounding areas.
His current duty is to sort of guard the castle, grounds and town against those who would wish ill on them, no matter their size, species or gender. And to keep the Game and Grounds up to par.
Role Playing Sample:
From an RP site he was on where he was a Minotaur.
The morning had come much earlier for one inhabitant of Hogwarts castle. His shift started long before the Students and Professors even thought about crawling out of their cozy beds to prepare for the day ahead of them, and as such, he need to have his duties out of the way when they did start to rise. The sun had yet to show its colors over the distant mountains, so the early riser had to light a lantern in order to see what was below him. Should he misplace his large feet, the resulting sounds of hoof on stone would be sure to wake any sleeping portraits, ghosts, witches and wizards that resided in the great school. The being turned slowly in his small room, gathering up his work supplies and marking off the route he would take today in his patrols of the halls. With one last look around the room the great mass backed out of the room and into the silent hall. He held the lantern high so that he could see not only the keys that hung from his belt, but the door to the quarters that he had just vacated. It took him all of twelve seconds to find the key he needed, and he placed it in the keyhole on the door and locked it. The golden name plate next to the door caught the light from the lantern and flashed the figure�s name back at him in bold letters.
MULGRON BLOODTHORN. MINOTAUR GUARDIAN OF THE CASTLE, GROUNDS, AND VILLAGE.
A few fingerprints from students who had rubbed the plate the day before, suddenly became an eyesore in the mind of Mulgron, and he took to trying to clear them off with the top of one of his furry hands, minding his three, hoof like fingers so as not to scratch it. The attempt only made the problem worse. It appeared that the fingerprints had been charmed to become more visible the harder you tried to clean them off. With a great grunt of frustration, Mulgron Bloodthorn snatched up his spear from beside the door, clutching it closer to him, and held the lantern farther out as if it might bite him. His first few steps were loud on the stone floors of the school and only after a number of tries at making them quieter by walking slower, did he find that he needed to put on those hoof mufflers that the Headmaster had made for him. Leaning his spear against a nearby wall and setting the lantern down on the floor, Mulgron slowly pulled a small bag off his back. He took a moment to rummage through it, picking out small objects and placing them back only after having looked under them. It was about five minutes later that he found what he had been looking for and he pulled them out with great haste.
They looked like hoof shaped socks. Two perfectly fitted wool socks that were pitch black in color and had no other real purpose to them aside from making the wearer more stealthy in their endeavors. �Well at least they aren�t pink� he thought to himself as he slipped them onto his large hooves. After admiring how they seemed to blend into his fur color and texture, Mulgron got to his feet and took one careful step to see what they sounded like. He had expected a soft clap, or at least a thump. But to his surprise, the socks muffled all sound that could possibly be made by the Minotaur. His mouth now hanging open in awe, the great beast took a few looks about the way before jumping straight up with all his strength, and landing hard on the ground with a soft, cloth on stone sound. �This is fun!�. The Minotaur again lept into the air and landed with a soft �puff�. He did this four more times, adding a new move to each leap. Sometimes he would twirl, other times he would try to land in a combat stance, with each movement his smile grew wider until it finally consumed his face. If anyone had been out for walk, they would have died of laughter at the sight of such a beast preforming what looked like a graceful ballet for children of ages much younger than school attendance. But the game soon grew tiresome and Mulgron gave up in his attempts to amuse himself. His shift had started at least twenty minutes ago; he was running late.
The Minotaur gathered up his spear and lantern, the latter was now becoming useless as the sun�s rays were slowly filtering through the windows down the hall from him. But it would be needed for awhile yet as his first stop would be the dungeons, and there were no windows down there.
By the time his sweep of the castle had ended, his second shift, the guarding of the Great Hall during breakfast, was about to start. With a quick stop to his room to drop off his lantern and backpack, Mulgron readied himself for the main brunt of his work here at Hogwarts. Normally he would stand outside the Great Hall doors so that students would see him as they entered, but today the Headmaster had managed to convince two Aurors to guard the outside, while Mulgron took care of the inside. As the Minotaur approached the doors, the two Aurors shuddered under his gaze, neither making eye contact with their comrade in arms as he passed them. The Hall was empty, as was to be expected at the moment, so Mulgron plastered himself on the right of the door, so that he was in poking range of the elder Slytherins and Ravenclaws, should they get on his nerves. There were new staff this year at the school, not that Mulgron had been guarding it long enough to really notice. This was his second year here and he really hadn�t spoken to any of the staff, aside from the Headmaster, outside of his post. He hoped that would all change this year.
Can�t, won�t, and unable. Those words were always part of an excuse brought up by the Aurors who helped guard the school when asked to run on the same shift as Mulgron. It wouldn�t bother him so much if they were just afraid of him. No, their true reasons for not being there were much simpler than that.... They hated what he was. Just as Wizards and Witches never fully accepted that Goblins and Centaurs could hold a Wizarding job, so they will never fully accept that a Minotaur could hold a job either. The Centaur Professor, Firenze, who had taught Divination when the Great Harry Potter was attending this school, had held the position well, but had not really been accepted as a true member of the staff by all.
Same was the problem with Mulgron, who at the moment, held the position of School, Grounds and Village Guard. So intimidating was the sight of a great furred beast standing over seven foot tall. So grand was the idea that it was protecting you and yours from harm. So great was the thought that he would die for you in an instant should the need arise. And so frightening was the truth, that he might very well turn on you for a promise made by others that he would be treated as an equal, instead of a lowly pack mule. But no matter where he stood guard in a day, or what people thought of him when they saw him at it, Mulgron knew he would never trade it in for anything... He loved it here, even if those he protected feared him as much as they feared the enemy; for if they could fear him as their ally, then the enemy would surely fear him as a foe.
Mulgron�s only true friend in this school was the Headmaster, who was also the Grandmaster of the Order of The Phoenix. He alone had heard the Minotaur out and allowed him to join the Order when so many of his colleagues had objected. And it was he who had hired Mulgron to protect the school and its inhabitants when so many others had said that a starving Vampire would be a safer bet. Because of this, Mulgron owed the Headmaster his loyalty, right to the very end, no matter what the Dark Lord or his followers offered.
A fury of sound assaulted the sensitive ears of the guardian. A rumble so tremendous that it threatened to outdo the thunder that the storm above was casting out. It was the sound of hundreds of feet as they made their way from every corner of the castle in existence. Mulgron stood up straighter as the Great Hall doors were blown open further by the hands of many a student, bent on entering the hall for the purpose of filling their bellies. If they noticed the Minotaur was inside the hall instead of outside, they made no visible motion, and continued on their predestined course to snatch a seat before the tables filled up. Groaning loudly, Mulgron leaned his head back on the wall and waited for the professors to arrive so that the noise level would die down to only the soft sounds of smacking as food was consumed.
A pair of first year students boasting Slytherin house robes, glared at the Minotaur guard on their way in. Their bags were slung over their right shoulders and looked like they were fit to burst from all the books that had been crammed in them. Behind the pair was a fourth year Gryffindor boy, being tailed by a third year Hufflepuff. The two of them eyed the bags of the Slytherins and then gave each other a nod as a confirmation of the deed that was to be carried out. But just as they were moving into position, the booming, yet quite gruff voice of Mulgron, caught them mid act. �I wouldn�t if I were yeh, might earn ya a week�s detention if the Headmaster were to found out, him bein' the former head O� Slytherin an' all.�
The pair of Slytherins were startled at the Minotaur�s sudden speech and darted past him in a flurry of colors. The Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students veered away from Mulgron as they pushed past the other students who were also escaping the view of the beast. Mulgron chuckled as the last of the children entered and took seats. He started to hum to himself softly while thinking. �I love my job�
Pic:
Photo-manipulation of Narnia Minotaur done by myself.
Classes wanted: None
Name: Zeria of the Star-Eye Clan, Matriarch Zeria, or High Dragon Zeria, shortened to High Zeria.
Species:Fire Drake (True Dragon)
Age:Unknown, she has forgotten.
Occupation or class group: Extra School Security or Mountain rescue.
Physical Description:
Zeria is a large red dragon, standing at near 24 feet high from the crown of her head (not her horns) to the ground, and near 10 feet from the top of her haunches to the ground. She sports a wingspan that threatens to burst the 45 foot notch and can be measured at 32 feet in length, not counting her tail, but including her head and neck in the count when she is bending over. Her face resembles an alligator with buzzard overtones, crowned with horns that would make a buck deer blush. She has feathered wings, a spiked tail and is a Biped though she walks like a Tyrannosaurus Rex and can walk on all fours if need be. The scales of her body and head are blood red in color, while her chest plates, tail plates, horns and spikes are all grey. Her wing feathers are deep purple, while the two large feathers on back of her neck are just as red as the rest of her. Like her friend Zephyr Ashwing, she has violent, purple eyes that glow near white in the pupil.
History:
Zeria was hatched into the Star-Eye clan of cave dwelling dragons in the region now known as Russia. Her neighbors were the Frost-Hide clan of cliff dwelling dragons, who lived in the icy cliffs near the Star-Eye’s caves. Her clan were all Bipedal (but could be quadrupeds if they desired) dragons, build to live life on the ground and in caves most of the time, and only take to the air for faster transportation, fun or to hunt. The Frost-Hides were bipedal, and lacked forearms, built to cling to the rocks and ice like bats, and of course, fly like swallows. They were much smaller than their quadruped neighbors for this reason. Because of this size difference, Zeria as a hatching, and well into her juvenile years, was allowed to play with the adults of the Frost-Hide clan, and some of the young. But as she got older, the cliff dwellers started to refuse to interact with her in a physical manner, mostly because one misstep on her part could result in the tragic death of a cliff dweller by being squished.
most of her childhood and young adult years were spent hunting, fighting her siblings and trying to find a place for her to claim as her own. It is the way of most dragon clans to have a matriarch and patriarch that rules over the younger members of the family. Those who don’t leave the family to start families of their own, become fosters for the rest of the offspring from their siblings or parents. Females will remain in their clan until a male comes to claim them, and then they set up their branch of the parent clan with the mate. If the mate is clan-less, then the male takes the clan name of the female, if he has a clan, then the female takes his clan name and loses her connections with her birth clan. A clan-less female is the same way as a clan-less male, if she doesn’t have a clan and he does, she takes the name. If neither has a clan, they start one.
Zeria moved out of her clan home when she was old enough to and found a cave dragon named Gregosh, who was a white scaled drake and had no clan anymore. His had disowned him due to his albino coloring, when the rest of his clan were all either black or deep blue. The two bonded after years of courting, but separated after Zeria had her first clutch of eggs, due to reasons unknown to her; he just left one evening and never came home. For years she presumed he left her, and she searched the land and skies near the cave, never to see or hear of him again. Though as the years went on, she feared he may not have left, but died in a fight over food or while just flying that night he disappeared. Zeria cared for the eggs during their six month incubation period, and was surprised to find a small crack in one of the four, black shelled eggs only five months in. Worried that she may have accidently cracked it herself, she kept a sharp eye on it for the next few days. The crack became four, then twelve, then a small hole. Soon the nose of a deep blue, near purple drake popped out of the hole and started to try and escape his egg.
Zeria was so surprised with his coloring, she named him Dragar, which meant “Duskâ€. His two sisters and one brother soon followed him into the world, but they sported hides of red scales, save for one sister, the weakest, who seemed to be red everywhere except her haunches, which faded to deep blue, then black as it moved down to her tail. She didn’t receive a name, for she died shortly after hatching, a tragedy that Zeria couldn’t figure out. The remaining sister and brother were named Treza, and Frosk. Frosk seemed normal for most his childhood, but soon started to gain a ‘mask’ of black around his face as he matured. The older he got, the more black appeared on him in a stripe pattern that started at the base of his skull and then moved all the way down to the tip of his tail. Treza kept her mother’s coloring throughout her life, or as much of it as Zeria was allowed to see, for she left with a red male drake that was clan-less shortly after reaching adulthood.
Zeria, Dragar and Frosk moved into a valley area that had less dragon interaction and more of the smaller animals, hoping to be rid of any stray females who might take her sons away before she was ready to let them leave. Needless to say, the two young males soon became quite attached to their mother and chased away any females that dared cross into their territory as a result of their lake of socialization. At first, Zeria didn’t see this as a bad thing, thinking that it would make them far better dragons that would fine clan females when they were older. But the longer they remained away from other dragons, the more aggressively they responded when strange dragons arrived near their home. This also sparked into sibling rivalry when Zeria finally introduced them to a nearby clan of cave dwellers, who had only one female in their mix. Dragar was under the illusion that Frosk was looking to court the female, which wasn’t the case, and a fight started that ended in Dragar’s demise. Frosk was left with his right eye blinded and quite a few scars, one of which cut right through the blind eye.
Zeria blamed herself for the longest time, believing it was their lake of social skills that led to the fight, and perhaps it was. But as time passed, she soon stopped beating herself up over it and accepted that Frosk was meant to survive and she was meant to only have the one son at her side.
More years passed and Frosk grew older, but never bonded with any drakes, well, any female drakes. One male became a replacement brother, though that drake didn’t see it as such a relationship. Frosk, being the older of the two, dominated this new drake, who was a much smaller, green dragon, and often treated him as a pet than an equal. This behavior bothered Zeria, who was trying to figure out why he treated this dragon the way he did. But the other drake played along with it until Frosk forbade him to speak at all, wanting only a silent brother that could be told what to do. That lasted for a week, before the green drake fled, fearing that his advancements had pushed the already mental Frosk over the edge.
For months after the green drake’s flight from the cave, Frosk hid in the back of his home, ignoring all attempts at communication from his mother. Zeria decided it was time to get the clan running again, and perhaps fix what damage she had caused to Frosk with her failed rearing.
That is when Treggor came into the picture. He was a mighty male, who, even though he had a clan, chose to take the clan name of Zeria. Together, they managed to get the Star-Eye clan’s numbers back up again, and improved Frosk’s outlook on life, though he was still rather touched in the head. Two centuries passed and again Zeria found herself without a mate, this time it was because she had kicked Treggor and two of his sons, out of the cave for killing an entire clan of cave dwellers just to have more room for eggs. Zeria then split the two caves up, one for her, Frosk and two of her eldest daughters, and the other was for the rest of the group, who were a lot more rough like their father and needed room to pummel each other senseless each morning before breakfast.
At this time, a group of Anthro creatures had started to build cities nearby, and in a matter of years, Zeria was forced to move her family further north in to the forest covered hills. All but Frosk, decided to take their chances with the new creatures and in the end, it was again Frosk and his mother together in a cave. Though Zeria did see some of her children from time to time, they had become wild and were attacking things on sight. In fact, most of the dragons Frosk and Zeria met were wild and didn’t seem to have any kind of intelligence. They had become beasts that didn’t know how to interact on a civilized basis and seemed to have lost their ability to speak.
It was of course, devastating to Zeria when Frosk decided to leave in the middle of the night to seek out other dragons who had not forgotten the old ways. He never returned to her, even after he swore he would find her again. And so came into being the bitter old High dragon that some know today, who snarls and chases anything that bothers her, making them all think she is just another stupid dragon.
Four years after Frosk left, Zeria befriended a small, red, Anthro dragon named Zephyr Ashwing and soon learned how to be one of the ‘old dragons’ again. She accepted the little dragon’s gift, a large uncut, unpolished ruby and became somewhat of a mother to the youngling. So when it came time for him to leave off for school, she was determined not to lose yet another child and followed him to his new location. Currently, she lives in a large cave in the mountains, just north of Golden Oaks Academy, where she has been spotted a few times by hikers at night, who swear there is a monster living in the mountains. One such hiker had been stranded there during a brutal thunderstorm, and it was Zeria who rescued him, returning the injured hiker to his camp a few miles away. He didn’t know what she was, or really got a good look. The only words he could use to describe his savior to the police was, quote/unquote “It was dark, but I swear it looked like it was a large, winged...Dinosaur!â€
Personality:
An overprotective mother type that can be rather vicious in her old age, Zeria can be quite the firecracker if you get on her nerves. Normally she will play the part of a wild dragon if spotted by those she is not friends with, and often practices this with those her adopted son, Zephyr, brings around until she knows them better. A very intelligent and caring dragon on a good day, Zeria likes to spend time talking when she finds a good conversational partner. Though she is quick to accept people into her folds, she won’t go and seek out new friends, preferring the old “wait till they find you†tactic.
Zeria can carry on a conversation until she exhausts all angles of the subject, then she moves on to another that she can stretch out for a long time. She is very knowledgeable in many subjects and likes to teach those who are willing to listen and learn. And although she will allow some people she knows to look at and handle her treasure, don’t expect her to let you keep any of it, no matter how long she’s known you; if she doesn’t offer it, don’t ask for it. She finds people interesting and wants to mingle with them and learn some of the ways they do things, but fears them too much to go out and ask someone without Zephyr there to speak for her before she shows herself.
RP sample:
Read Mulgron card.
Pic: lordofnightmarespast.deviantart.com/art/The-Dark-Lord-of-Dragons-98773282 Basically what she looks like.
Frosk:
lordofnightmarespast.deviantart.com/art/Frosk-the-Twisted-146601659?q=gallery%3Alordofnightmarespast%2F5487247&qo=12
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Classes wanted: She can’t take any, but will stick her head into the windows of some classes if they have any and the professor is willing to have her. (Once she is known that is)
Zeria is Straight, but Frosk is Bisexual, with leanings more toward the female gender, but he will bed a male.
Character 3
Name: Mulgron �Mighty Oak� Bloodthorn.
Gender: Male
Age:58
Species: Bull and Bison cross
Voice Identity: Robbie Coltrane
Occupation or class group: Grounds/Game Keeper/Part time backup Security for the area.
Personality:
At first glance, it would appear that Mulgron is a bit shy and very clumsy, because he strays away from groups and conversation when it isn�t part of his work and tends to trip over himself a lot. But in reality, he is the exact opposite; a quite talkative fellow with a love for social gatherings and agile grace, when he is concentrating. Why then does he stand alone when numbers of individuals reach more than ten and isn�t only of the male persuasion? It is the simple fact that he doesn�t do well with the opposite gender, in fact, he hasn�t spoken to a female since he was but a whelp. They tend to poke fun at the awkward bloke or mistake his shyness for rudeness, leaving him on the receiving end of quite a few nasty remarks. He can be quite the romantic if allowed, though not many women have given him the chance at such an opportunity.
His opinions are rather straight forward, and his humor sometimes dry and dark, but in the end, Mulgron really does mean well. Although he can come across as an unfeeling monster at times, it is only his Clan ideals showing through from years of having it preached. And if you take the time to speak with him and know him, you will quickly see that he is not as mean as he wants you to believe. A lover of sports and the outdoors, if you are ever bored and happened upon this strange individual, he would be happy to show you some interesting things to keep you occupied for the time being.
He can read a little, mostly notes rather than books and has terrible spelling.
Physical Description:
Around twelve foot three inches in height, and weighing quite a bit over a ton, Mulgron is a massive warrior and a force to be reckoned with. His fur is black all over with grey flecks and his mustache and beard are pure white. His horns are white with black tips and the span of them is around four and a half feet. He has deep brown, expressive eyes and well pronounced cheek bones and chin. His overall facial appearance is that of a friendly yak, but still holds the promise of violence should he need it.
His body is massive, built like a tank from head to hoof, with tough skin and powerful muscles covering his mighty form, making him appear to be nothing more than a walking, hairy wall. Normally he wears the ceremonial armor of his Clan, but he will wear a plain leather vest and kilt when he isn�t in the mood for armor. At other times he can try to wear more �western style� clothing, though it makes him seem like a goof, as he chooses to wear �Cowfolk� hats, cut jeans and interesting shirts.
He doesn�t care much for guns, carrying instead a bow and axe at all times slung over his back and a spear in hand when out hunting.
History:
Like most of his kind in the area, Mulgron was born into a large Clan that ruled a section of the Black Forest in Germany. His father was the Clan Shaman, while his mother had been one of the elder Warriors that protected the Brute, who was the leader of a Clan. As such, Mulgron was trained in both the Shaman�s duties and the duties of a Brute�s bodyguard from a very young age. The towns and Anthros beyond the forest were off limits to all in his Clan, who were old fashion in their beliefs, not wanting to spoil their children on electricity or warp their minds with science, but this little detail liked to escape the mind of young Mulgron from time to time. It was during one of these lapses in memory that Mulgron learned why they were not allowed near the castles, towns or any place where other Anthros who don�t understand their customs, live. The young whelp had been chasing a group of deer through the forest when the sounds of adults and children reached his ears. In the time it took the deer to notice the new noise and vanish into the darkness, Mulgron had darted out into the open and stopped dead in front of a family of Dragon Anthros. At first, it seemed that the adults would simply turn around and herd the children back up to the vehicles waiting nearby, but after taking in the sight that was Mulgron, they changed their minds. Mulgron had with him the normal war hammer and bow that most of the whelps his age carry. He was also wearing armor and was quite out of breath from running, so he sounded like he was snorting at those before him.
One Adult raised a rifle he had been using to hunt pheasants, in response to the beast�s sudden appearance and apparent reason for being there. Mulgron, being the inexperienced child that he was, didn�t understand the danger that the device posed and thought that it was a sort of greeting. He made the mistake of raising his axe in the same manner. One moment he was standing upright, both feet on the ground, next moment he was on his back with both feet in the air, pain in his shoulder and the sounds of fleeing people could be heard in the distance. It was then that he knew why his Clan didn�t want their family to interact with outsiders, but he did not feel the same way about it. As he lay there on his back, his pride and shoulder the only true things hurt in the altercation, he couldn�t help but feel somewhat sorry for them, the outsiders. They just didn�t understand those who lived in the wild, and in most cases would react before thinking.
From that day forward, Mulgron continued to disobey the laws of his Clan and visited the world beyond the forest at times when he knew the children would be without their mighty guard. Each time he did, the children grew less afraid of him and soon carried out long conversations with the him during their games. When he was old enough to leave his Clan, Mulgron sought out the jobs that would allow him to learn more about the world that he had been raised to despise and fear, jumping from one school or gated community to another, protecting them like an unofficial security guard from anything that could pose a threat. Now nearing his sixties, Mulgron has found Golden Oaks Academy, where their have been sightings of true dragons nearby that may be dangerous to the school and surrounding areas.
His current duty is to sort of guard the castle, grounds and town against those who would wish ill on them, no matter their size, species or gender. And to keep the Game and Grounds up to par.
Role Playing Sample:
From an RP site he was on where he was a Minotaur.
The morning had come much earlier for one inhabitant of Hogwarts castle. His shift started long before the Students and Professors even thought about crawling out of their cozy beds to prepare for the day ahead of them, and as such, he need to have his duties out of the way when they did start to rise. The sun had yet to show its colors over the distant mountains, so the early riser had to light a lantern in order to see what was below him. Should he misplace his large feet, the resulting sounds of hoof on stone would be sure to wake any sleeping portraits, ghosts, witches and wizards that resided in the great school. The being turned slowly in his small room, gathering up his work supplies and marking off the route he would take today in his patrols of the halls. With one last look around the room the great mass backed out of the room and into the silent hall. He held the lantern high so that he could see not only the keys that hung from his belt, but the door to the quarters that he had just vacated. It took him all of twelve seconds to find the key he needed, and he placed it in the keyhole on the door and locked it. The golden name plate next to the door caught the light from the lantern and flashed the figure�s name back at him in bold letters.
MULGRON BLOODTHORN. MINOTAUR GUARDIAN OF THE CASTLE, GROUNDS, AND VILLAGE.
A few fingerprints from students who had rubbed the plate the day before, suddenly became an eyesore in the mind of Mulgron, and he took to trying to clear them off with the top of one of his furry hands, minding his three, hoof like fingers so as not to scratch it. The attempt only made the problem worse. It appeared that the fingerprints had been charmed to become more visible the harder you tried to clean them off. With a great grunt of frustration, Mulgron Bloodthorn snatched up his spear from beside the door, clutching it closer to him, and held the lantern farther out as if it might bite him. His first few steps were loud on the stone floors of the school and only after a number of tries at making them quieter by walking slower, did he find that he needed to put on those hoof mufflers that the Headmaster had made for him. Leaning his spear against a nearby wall and setting the lantern down on the floor, Mulgron slowly pulled a small bag off his back. He took a moment to rummage through it, picking out small objects and placing them back only after having looked under them. It was about five minutes later that he found what he had been looking for and he pulled them out with great haste.
They looked like hoof shaped socks. Two perfectly fitted wool socks that were pitch black in color and had no other real purpose to them aside from making the wearer more stealthy in their endeavors. �Well at least they aren�t pink� he thought to himself as he slipped them onto his large hooves. After admiring how they seemed to blend into his fur color and texture, Mulgron got to his feet and took one careful step to see what they sounded like. He had expected a soft clap, or at least a thump. But to his surprise, the socks muffled all sound that could possibly be made by the Minotaur. His mouth now hanging open in awe, the great beast took a few looks about the way before jumping straight up with all his strength, and landing hard on the ground with a soft, cloth on stone sound. �This is fun!�. The Minotaur again lept into the air and landed with a soft �puff�. He did this four more times, adding a new move to each leap. Sometimes he would twirl, other times he would try to land in a combat stance, with each movement his smile grew wider until it finally consumed his face. If anyone had been out for walk, they would have died of laughter at the sight of such a beast preforming what looked like a graceful ballet for children of ages much younger than school attendance. But the game soon grew tiresome and Mulgron gave up in his attempts to amuse himself. His shift had started at least twenty minutes ago; he was running late.
The Minotaur gathered up his spear and lantern, the latter was now becoming useless as the sun�s rays were slowly filtering through the windows down the hall from him. But it would be needed for awhile yet as his first stop would be the dungeons, and there were no windows down there.
By the time his sweep of the castle had ended, his second shift, the guarding of the Great Hall during breakfast, was about to start. With a quick stop to his room to drop off his lantern and backpack, Mulgron readied himself for the main brunt of his work here at Hogwarts. Normally he would stand outside the Great Hall doors so that students would see him as they entered, but today the Headmaster had managed to convince two Aurors to guard the outside, while Mulgron took care of the inside. As the Minotaur approached the doors, the two Aurors shuddered under his gaze, neither making eye contact with their comrade in arms as he passed them. The Hall was empty, as was to be expected at the moment, so Mulgron plastered himself on the right of the door, so that he was in poking range of the elder Slytherins and Ravenclaws, should they get on his nerves. There were new staff this year at the school, not that Mulgron had been guarding it long enough to really notice. This was his second year here and he really hadn�t spoken to any of the staff, aside from the Headmaster, outside of his post. He hoped that would all change this year.
Can�t, won�t, and unable. Those words were always part of an excuse brought up by the Aurors who helped guard the school when asked to run on the same shift as Mulgron. It wouldn�t bother him so much if they were just afraid of him. No, their true reasons for not being there were much simpler than that.... They hated what he was. Just as Wizards and Witches never fully accepted that Goblins and Centaurs could hold a Wizarding job, so they will never fully accept that a Minotaur could hold a job either. The Centaur Professor, Firenze, who had taught Divination when the Great Harry Potter was attending this school, had held the position well, but had not really been accepted as a true member of the staff by all.
Same was the problem with Mulgron, who at the moment, held the position of School, Grounds and Village Guard. So intimidating was the sight of a great furred beast standing over seven foot tall. So grand was the idea that it was protecting you and yours from harm. So great was the thought that he would die for you in an instant should the need arise. And so frightening was the truth, that he might very well turn on you for a promise made by others that he would be treated as an equal, instead of a lowly pack mule. But no matter where he stood guard in a day, or what people thought of him when they saw him at it, Mulgron knew he would never trade it in for anything... He loved it here, even if those he protected feared him as much as they feared the enemy; for if they could fear him as their ally, then the enemy would surely fear him as a foe.
Mulgron�s only true friend in this school was the Headmaster, who was also the Grandmaster of the Order of The Phoenix. He alone had heard the Minotaur out and allowed him to join the Order when so many of his colleagues had objected. And it was he who had hired Mulgron to protect the school and its inhabitants when so many others had said that a starving Vampire would be a safer bet. Because of this, Mulgron owed the Headmaster his loyalty, right to the very end, no matter what the Dark Lord or his followers offered.
A fury of sound assaulted the sensitive ears of the guardian. A rumble so tremendous that it threatened to outdo the thunder that the storm above was casting out. It was the sound of hundreds of feet as they made their way from every corner of the castle in existence. Mulgron stood up straighter as the Great Hall doors were blown open further by the hands of many a student, bent on entering the hall for the purpose of filling their bellies. If they noticed the Minotaur was inside the hall instead of outside, they made no visible motion, and continued on their predestined course to snatch a seat before the tables filled up. Groaning loudly, Mulgron leaned his head back on the wall and waited for the professors to arrive so that the noise level would die down to only the soft sounds of smacking as food was consumed.
A pair of first year students boasting Slytherin house robes, glared at the Minotaur guard on their way in. Their bags were slung over their right shoulders and looked like they were fit to burst from all the books that had been crammed in them. Behind the pair was a fourth year Gryffindor boy, being tailed by a third year Hufflepuff. The two of them eyed the bags of the Slytherins and then gave each other a nod as a confirmation of the deed that was to be carried out. But just as they were moving into position, the booming, yet quite gruff voice of Mulgron, caught them mid act. �I wouldn�t if I were yeh, might earn ya a week�s detention if the Headmaster were to found out, him bein' the former head O� Slytherin an' all.�
The pair of Slytherins were startled at the Minotaur�s sudden speech and darted past him in a flurry of colors. The Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students veered away from Mulgron as they pushed past the other students who were also escaping the view of the beast. Mulgron chuckled as the last of the children entered and took seats. He started to hum to himself softly while thinking. �I love my job�
Pic:
Photo-manipulation of Narnia Minotaur done by myself.
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