Post by Frosk The Twisted on Oct 6, 2014 1:47:03 GMT -5
Player Information
Player: Niki or Nath
Gender: Male minded Female. Prefer male identifiers, though I won't jump down your throat if you use female ones.
Age: 26.
Contact: DarkImugi@gmail.com, BiosslayerV@hotmail.com < Skype
Character Information
Name:Frosk
Gender:Male
Preferences: No gender preferences, Frosk dominates all.
Species:Fire Drake/Mountain Drake hybrid (True Dragon)
Age:Unknown, he tries not to think about it, but could be close to two thousand by now, entering the Elder stage
Occupation or class group:Extra School Security, Mountain rescue or Resident Trouble Maker
Special Abilities/Weaknesses:
Can breath fire like a full blood fire drake, though only for a short bursts, then he needs to rest it a bit.
Has the ability of the Mountain Drake to exhale gas from a pouch in the chest, this gas is produced from the un-processable waste from food and other things he consumes. This causes him problems as he wasn't suppose to get both abilities and so often finds that the pouch fills with gas and gets clogged, giving him the large hanging chest he is so well known for and causing severe pain until the clog moves.
Toes are too weak for proper gripping on his feet but his hands can grip just fine.
Does not have many teeth left but those he has are still long and sharp. Jaw muscles are just as strong as when he was in his prime, so lack of teeth does not make him unable to catch food or defend himself.
Strong chest, neck, wing and hind leg muscles. Foreleg muscles are much weaker than they should be.
Blind in one eye.
Enjoys flattery and loves shiny things so much he can be calmed or lured with them.
His nostrils are positioned on top of his head in front of his horns, like most Mountain Drakes, as they spend most of their time under mounds of dirt to hunt or live in burrows underground.
Physical Description:
Frosk looks a little like his mother, but is smaller than her and his color is quite different. He is a large red and blue/purple dragon, standing at near 18 feet high from the crown of his head (not counting horns) to the ground, and near 12 feet from the top of his haunches to the ground. He sports a wingspan of 40 feet and can be measured at 32 feet in length, tail counted in, but not including his head and neck. His face resembles an alligator with buzzard overtones, crowned with a few horns and his chin and jaw are covered in a thick red hair not unlike a horse's in texture. Purple feathered wings, a heavy club tail, and very sharp talons on his paws and wings make Frosk a sight to behold. His body, leg and tail scales are red in color, while the chest plates, tail plates, horns and spikes are all gray.
The scales on his face are deep blueish purple and his neck and tail have bone like protrusions that are the same neon purple color as his wings, though unlike his wings they can glow in dark areas as a type of lure for prey.
The one good eye is an ice blue almost silver shade that can glow when he is emotional or change to a bright green yellow when he breaths fire or exhales gas.
Frosk is a Quadruped and cannot walk on only his hind legs.
History:
Frosk was one of three surviving members of his mother's, Zeria, first clutch. His brother Dragar was the first born, then followed Treza and then finally Frosk. Frosk seemed a normal red drake 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 for much of her life that Frosk 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. Frosk's mother hoped 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 lack of socialization. They remained away from other dragons for many years, making them react more aggressively when strange dragons arrived near their home. This also sparked into sibling rivalry when their mother 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 vicious 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.
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, greenish blue dragon, and often treated him as more a pet than an equal. This behavior bothered Frosk's mother, but seeing as the other drake played along with it, she didn't bother her son about it. The other drake appeared quite happy to be the pet, and in many cases he even tried forming an unusual for full dragons kind of relationship with Frosk. This 'mated pair' event lasted only a few days, until Frosk forbade him to speak at all, wanting only a silent 'brother' that could be told what to do and obeyed without question. With his attempt at a bonded relationship having fallen flat, the little drake stuck around for only a week more before fleeing, 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. It was at this time that Zeria decided to get the clan running again, and perhaps fix what damage she had caused to Frosk with her completely 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 Frosk was once again left with the one parent, his mother having kicked Treggor and two of his middle 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. This split didn't help with Frosk's mental health either, making it much harder for him to understand the difference between siblings, enemies and mates due to the constant fighting among the clan.
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 again, though this time much further north in to the forest covered hills. All but Frosk, decided to take their chances with the new creatures, remaining behind and in the end, it was again Frosk and his mother together in a dark cave. All of Frosk's siblings had become wild over the years of separation and were attacking things on sight, interbreeding and causing much chaos in the general area. In fact, most of the dragons Frosk and Zeria met now 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. Many were also disappearing, their numbers vanishing suddenly during seasons when they should have been flourishing. It was during one such season that Frosk found out while on patrol of their territory, that the great dragons were being hunted.
Frosk decided to leave in the middle of the night one summer to seek out other dragons who had not forgotten the old ways and warn them of the unknown hunters, knowing of course that the Anthros were involved but not to what extent. He never returned to his mother, even after he swore he would find her again, choosing instead to lead the life of a lone male in the hopes of finding purpose to his currently dismal existence. During his wandering days, Frosk encountered many different types of creatures, from true dragons, to halflings and halfbreeds, to false drakes like the Anthros. He even made a few interesting almost friends among the Anthros at a school he found in his travels, and found another pet in the form of a small green drake Anthro that was apparently totally entranced with the big beast. His time in the school's area was both fun and painful and Frosk made a home not far from it in order to fix his life up a bit with the interactions of these new play things. But where there are good things, so there are also bad ones. Many of these Anthros he encountered while walking around the mountains, though none of the ones from the school were involved, were responsible for Frosk's current mental problems, having caught, beaten and trained him to be a combatant for their amusement before loaning him out as a breeder of sorts in the hopes of making a better and sturdier Anthro dragon. Frosk found that most Anthro dragons were so far removed from the old blood due to multiple breedings with other reptilian Anthros that they were closer in relation to crocodiles than true dragons, but they were still "dragons" because the old blood didn't die out completely. Thus, some of the more fanatical Anthros wanted to bring more of the old blood back into circulation, making the capture and attempted forced breeding of Frosk a top priority; the fights they put him through before studding him out was suppose to make the offspring he produced 'stronger'.
During his captivity, Frosk found out that the other true dragons that had vanished from the world were also being bred, and kept as entertainment, some even loaned or sold as weapons for military purposes, though these were few as the dragons are quite hard to control in this wild form. Frosk was soon moved to a new location, a warehouse for the breeders and odd jobs where he met a little water dragon that he called Spaz, and with her help managed to escape back into the wild. He immediately parted ways with the little devil after putting a few days space between them and the "Trappers" and sought out his old home near the school. The trauma from his ordeals over the last many months have left him a changed dragon, whether this is for good or ill it is unknown at this time, though one thing is for sure; all his almost friends should be careful around this new, broken and lost dragon.
Personality:
Frosk is an overprotective, overly possessive dragon that will be rather vicious at moments due to his mental problems. He will play the part of a wild dragon if spotted by those he doesn't know just long enough to get the drop on them. Frosk is very intelligent, sadistic and controlling individual, often acquiring 'pets' of either gender to keep as trophies or order around for his pleasure. His interestingly manipulative ways may at times seem almost like hypnosis, and he uses it on those he sees as weaker to get his way. Frosk is mostly cold, cunning and quiet, though there are moments that this brute can become violent, loud, hyper and quite unaware of his surroundings. These 'fits' are triggered by many things, but the most vicious are when someone refuses to play his mind games and become subservient to him.
Like his mother, Frosk can carry on a conversation until he exhausts all angles of the subject and is very knowledgeable in many subjects, though unlike his mother, Frosk does not like to share his knowledge with just anyone, only a select few of his pets have ever gotten that close to him and they are all dead now, dying rather spectacular deaths after wanting to leave the crazy old dragon's service. Frosk doesn't bond quickly or often so IF one does get to be considered an almost or an actual friend, they should not take this honor lightly. Frosk does display a slightly softer side with those he trusts or likes, which shows that he may not be as lost a cause as many believe.
RP sample:
From an old thread on GOA.
"Irritating, that's what this is" Frosk mumbled with a flinch, laying down near what appeared to be a medium sized complex of some sort. Numerous large white panels stood on vertical rails that were planted firmly in the ground, in multiple places, scattered it seemed throughout the area. Each one had rows and rows of cars in front of it now and more kept coming in as it got darker. People were hopping in the cars to bring foods to their companions or exiting to head off to a building nearby where a large line was forming. Just hours before this place was pretty close to peaceful; it had been at least quiet and very empty. But as the sun started to go down, loads of cars flocked to the panels and suddenly it wasn't so quiet and Frosk regretted coming here to sleep. Not one of the cars here had a silent occupant. All of them had something to say or do, that would result in irritating sounds that were starting to get on the already frayed nerves of one very beat up red dragon. His mother had decided to throw a fit a few days ago when he had just shown up at her cave unannounced after a year or so of being "Gone without a trace, mind you", and she gave his starving, damaged hide a good thrashing. Now Frosk knew better than to complain to his mother about how she was treating him, seriously damaging his broken bones would have only been the half of it, so he kept his mouth shut and took the punishment. It was nothing compared to the hell he lived through for a whole year before that. Someone, and Frosk really didn't know who it was, had captured the sleeping dragon by gassing him and removing him from his camp while Bug was out hunting. When Frosk came about he noticed right away that something was very off about his new surroundings. First off, there were five very strange looking boxes about the same size as he sitting out in what looked like a warehouse. Now Frosk knew about warehouses as he had raided quite a few in the years before settling near that school, and this new place he was in was definitely a warehouse of some kind.
Each box had an animal in it, but not just any old animal, powerful, big, monstrous animals, like Frosk himself. One was a dragon that he couldn't get a good look at and didn't seem like it was very intelligent -couldn't even speak- and was very ill tempered. The others smelled of a mix of animals, one perhaps was a gryphon or something similar and yet another smelled like it could be a Chimera. Either way, they were all prisoners here just like Frosk and he wasn't feeling like this was something he could wiggle out of either, and boy had he been right. "The Trappers" as he would now refer to his captors as, were very harsh in their physical handling of the animals and downright cruel in how they treated them emotionally. Training consisted of shouting, whips, kicking, beating and sometimes a hot poker to the hind end to get the message across to the very stubborn, like Frosk. And he still to this day couldn't make heads or tails of what they were doing with them. None of the 'training' seemed to be for entertainment purposes, as Frosk very well couldn't see the entertainment value of teaching a dragon to carry a heavy metal ball to a target and dropping it from a great height, nor did it seem to hold any purpose in a working environment that he could recall. Not unless they were to be assigned as demolition crews to construction groups dealing with whole towns. It was madding really, trying to work out why he was treated so poorly, barely fed and kept in a spot that was either too cold or too hot depending on the time of year. No one there seemed sympathetic to the animals at all, and if one of the animals died, they would just feed him to the ones left over and capture a new one.
But even in the worse of situations Frosk managed to make an almost friend, a little water dragon, that helped him with figuring out how to make the best of the life he was being forced to live here. Spaz, as that was what he was calling her, and he had both waited for months for their way out. Tracking the truck loading and unloading times and figuring out when they met up to training times, if at all, so that they could use the truck's exit as their own. True he himself wouldn't fit in one like she could, but he could leave through the large door that was only open when the trucks came in or out. Otherwise the whole place was locked down tight and nothing got in or out without papers, a purpose and a handler. The animals, Frosk and Spaz included, were all chained to the insides of the boxes they lived in when they weren't being trained, it prevented them from escaping or causing harm to each other. The chains were left on but attached to a ring in the center of the warehouse floor during training, and it was during one of these episodes, when a truck was leaving, that Frosk made his grand escape. Breaking the chain off of the floor, he snatched up Spaz by the scruff of her neck and tore out of the warehouse like his rear was aflame before anyone really could react...Well, apart from shooting at his shrinking form as he flew away on weak wings...
Frosk shook his head to clear his thoughts from that hellish time; he wasn't there anymore, he was here, safe and alone again for now; Spaz had parted from him much earlier in the trip at Frosk's wish. And this spot used to be his rest area of sorts to tend to his very bad wounds. Most were just large gashes, a few had scarred over, adding more to his old ones of before, but a few were open and others still had turned to gaping holes where ammunition of a type Frosk was not familiar with had torn through his scales like they were tissue paper. These were currently infected, one such was on his right hip and caused him to limp terribly from the pain it was sending to every nerve in his right side. His blind left eye was now gone, completely removed by a skilled individual during one of the training rounds; it was punishment for his lack of effort in aiming the metal ball. Frosk never had trouble aiming after that, fearing that he might loose something else as a message. 'If only Bug were here, he would set me right' Frosk laid his head down and stretched out his injured leg, allowing the gaping hole in his hip to air out after his weak attempt to clean it with some water from a nearby river. He knew he must be quite the sight, covered in open wounds, all of which were still bleeding from all the moving he was doing, and being quite pale due to the blood loss. His skinny form was almost completely skin and bones and his feathers on his wings had fallen off, leaving only the weak, torn membranes behind. The membranes themselves were too short to give him flight, but he could still glide from one place to another if his life depended on it. All and all Frosk looked like a totally different dragon now and his personality was in a similar shape. Gone was the cocky, confident dragon of before. Now he was very cautious, very skiddish when confronted and seemingly shy. It would take a lot of time and healing to get even a little of the old Frosk back...The only part that still lingered was his horrible temper if angered.
The noises from the cars were reaching a level that seemed to be one of extreme excitement now, something that struck one of the few curiosity strands still left in the damaged dragon's body. So lost in his thoughts he had been that time had flown by and now all the panels were lit up with strange lights. Lifting himself up on his feet gently, Frosk limped over to the nearest panel and peeked around it to see what could be causing such a ruckus from these otherwise boring people. What he saw made his mouth drop open in pure surprise, though to an untrained onlooker, it might look like he was about to roar. There, where it used to be nothing but a black white sheet of canvas looking material on the panel, was now a fully lit and colorful scene, one that depicted a rather large monster standing upright and destroying a city with his feet, hands and some kind of steam like breath. Never in all of his existence had Frosk seen such an invention and so caught up in what was happening with the monster, that he didn't even notice he had moved his whole body from behind the panel and right off to the side of it, not only allowing him a perfect view of the event, but the people in cars a perfect view of him.
Pic:lordofnightmarespast.deviantart.com/art/Frosk-the-Twisted-146601659?q=gallery%3Alordofnightmarespast%2F5487247&qo=12 < His nose horn is half the size in the picture now that it has been broken off. It is still sharp though now jagged.
Voice ID: Nigel Bennett (Think Lucien LaCroix in Forever Knight)
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Classes wanted:Frosk doesn't really take classes, though he could be talked in to "observing" a few professors at work should they allow it.
Code Words:Red, Dragon, Mark
Player: Niki or Nath
Gender: Male minded Female. Prefer male identifiers, though I won't jump down your throat if you use female ones.
Age: 26.
Contact: DarkImugi@gmail.com, BiosslayerV@hotmail.com < Skype
Character Information
Name:Frosk
Gender:Male
Preferences: No gender preferences, Frosk dominates all.
Species:Fire Drake/Mountain Drake hybrid (True Dragon)
Age:Unknown, he tries not to think about it, but could be close to two thousand by now, entering the Elder stage
Occupation or class group:Extra School Security, Mountain rescue or Resident Trouble Maker
Special Abilities/Weaknesses:
Can breath fire like a full blood fire drake, though only for a short bursts, then he needs to rest it a bit.
Has the ability of the Mountain Drake to exhale gas from a pouch in the chest, this gas is produced from the un-processable waste from food and other things he consumes. This causes him problems as he wasn't suppose to get both abilities and so often finds that the pouch fills with gas and gets clogged, giving him the large hanging chest he is so well known for and causing severe pain until the clog moves.
Toes are too weak for proper gripping on his feet but his hands can grip just fine.
Does not have many teeth left but those he has are still long and sharp. Jaw muscles are just as strong as when he was in his prime, so lack of teeth does not make him unable to catch food or defend himself.
Strong chest, neck, wing and hind leg muscles. Foreleg muscles are much weaker than they should be.
Blind in one eye.
Enjoys flattery and loves shiny things so much he can be calmed or lured with them.
His nostrils are positioned on top of his head in front of his horns, like most Mountain Drakes, as they spend most of their time under mounds of dirt to hunt or live in burrows underground.
Physical Description:
Frosk looks a little like his mother, but is smaller than her and his color is quite different. He is a large red and blue/purple dragon, standing at near 18 feet high from the crown of his head (not counting horns) to the ground, and near 12 feet from the top of his haunches to the ground. He sports a wingspan of 40 feet and can be measured at 32 feet in length, tail counted in, but not including his head and neck. His face resembles an alligator with buzzard overtones, crowned with a few horns and his chin and jaw are covered in a thick red hair not unlike a horse's in texture. Purple feathered wings, a heavy club tail, and very sharp talons on his paws and wings make Frosk a sight to behold. His body, leg and tail scales are red in color, while the chest plates, tail plates, horns and spikes are all gray.
The scales on his face are deep blueish purple and his neck and tail have bone like protrusions that are the same neon purple color as his wings, though unlike his wings they can glow in dark areas as a type of lure for prey.
The one good eye is an ice blue almost silver shade that can glow when he is emotional or change to a bright green yellow when he breaths fire or exhales gas.
Frosk is a Quadruped and cannot walk on only his hind legs.
History:
Frosk was one of three surviving members of his mother's, Zeria, first clutch. His brother Dragar was the first born, then followed Treza and then finally Frosk. Frosk seemed a normal red drake 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 for much of her life that Frosk 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. Frosk's mother hoped 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 lack of socialization. They remained away from other dragons for many years, making them react more aggressively when strange dragons arrived near their home. This also sparked into sibling rivalry when their mother 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 vicious 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.
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, greenish blue dragon, and often treated him as more a pet than an equal. This behavior bothered Frosk's mother, but seeing as the other drake played along with it, she didn't bother her son about it. The other drake appeared quite happy to be the pet, and in many cases he even tried forming an unusual for full dragons kind of relationship with Frosk. This 'mated pair' event lasted only a few days, until Frosk forbade him to speak at all, wanting only a silent 'brother' that could be told what to do and obeyed without question. With his attempt at a bonded relationship having fallen flat, the little drake stuck around for only a week more before fleeing, 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. It was at this time that Zeria decided to get the clan running again, and perhaps fix what damage she had caused to Frosk with her completely 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 Frosk was once again left with the one parent, his mother having kicked Treggor and two of his middle 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. This split didn't help with Frosk's mental health either, making it much harder for him to understand the difference between siblings, enemies and mates due to the constant fighting among the clan.
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 again, though this time much further north in to the forest covered hills. All but Frosk, decided to take their chances with the new creatures, remaining behind and in the end, it was again Frosk and his mother together in a dark cave. All of Frosk's siblings had become wild over the years of separation and were attacking things on sight, interbreeding and causing much chaos in the general area. In fact, most of the dragons Frosk and Zeria met now 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. Many were also disappearing, their numbers vanishing suddenly during seasons when they should have been flourishing. It was during one such season that Frosk found out while on patrol of their territory, that the great dragons were being hunted.
Frosk decided to leave in the middle of the night one summer to seek out other dragons who had not forgotten the old ways and warn them of the unknown hunters, knowing of course that the Anthros were involved but not to what extent. He never returned to his mother, even after he swore he would find her again, choosing instead to lead the life of a lone male in the hopes of finding purpose to his currently dismal existence. During his wandering days, Frosk encountered many different types of creatures, from true dragons, to halflings and halfbreeds, to false drakes like the Anthros. He even made a few interesting almost friends among the Anthros at a school he found in his travels, and found another pet in the form of a small green drake Anthro that was apparently totally entranced with the big beast. His time in the school's area was both fun and painful and Frosk made a home not far from it in order to fix his life up a bit with the interactions of these new play things. But where there are good things, so there are also bad ones. Many of these Anthros he encountered while walking around the mountains, though none of the ones from the school were involved, were responsible for Frosk's current mental problems, having caught, beaten and trained him to be a combatant for their amusement before loaning him out as a breeder of sorts in the hopes of making a better and sturdier Anthro dragon. Frosk found that most Anthro dragons were so far removed from the old blood due to multiple breedings with other reptilian Anthros that they were closer in relation to crocodiles than true dragons, but they were still "dragons" because the old blood didn't die out completely. Thus, some of the more fanatical Anthros wanted to bring more of the old blood back into circulation, making the capture and attempted forced breeding of Frosk a top priority; the fights they put him through before studding him out was suppose to make the offspring he produced 'stronger'.
During his captivity, Frosk found out that the other true dragons that had vanished from the world were also being bred, and kept as entertainment, some even loaned or sold as weapons for military purposes, though these were few as the dragons are quite hard to control in this wild form. Frosk was soon moved to a new location, a warehouse for the breeders and odd jobs where he met a little water dragon that he called Spaz, and with her help managed to escape back into the wild. He immediately parted ways with the little devil after putting a few days space between them and the "Trappers" and sought out his old home near the school. The trauma from his ordeals over the last many months have left him a changed dragon, whether this is for good or ill it is unknown at this time, though one thing is for sure; all his almost friends should be careful around this new, broken and lost dragon.
Personality:
Frosk is an overprotective, overly possessive dragon that will be rather vicious at moments due to his mental problems. He will play the part of a wild dragon if spotted by those he doesn't know just long enough to get the drop on them. Frosk is very intelligent, sadistic and controlling individual, often acquiring 'pets' of either gender to keep as trophies or order around for his pleasure. His interestingly manipulative ways may at times seem almost like hypnosis, and he uses it on those he sees as weaker to get his way. Frosk is mostly cold, cunning and quiet, though there are moments that this brute can become violent, loud, hyper and quite unaware of his surroundings. These 'fits' are triggered by many things, but the most vicious are when someone refuses to play his mind games and become subservient to him.
Like his mother, Frosk can carry on a conversation until he exhausts all angles of the subject and is very knowledgeable in many subjects, though unlike his mother, Frosk does not like to share his knowledge with just anyone, only a select few of his pets have ever gotten that close to him and they are all dead now, dying rather spectacular deaths after wanting to leave the crazy old dragon's service. Frosk doesn't bond quickly or often so IF one does get to be considered an almost or an actual friend, they should not take this honor lightly. Frosk does display a slightly softer side with those he trusts or likes, which shows that he may not be as lost a cause as many believe.
RP sample:
From an old thread on GOA.
"Irritating, that's what this is" Frosk mumbled with a flinch, laying down near what appeared to be a medium sized complex of some sort. Numerous large white panels stood on vertical rails that were planted firmly in the ground, in multiple places, scattered it seemed throughout the area. Each one had rows and rows of cars in front of it now and more kept coming in as it got darker. People were hopping in the cars to bring foods to their companions or exiting to head off to a building nearby where a large line was forming. Just hours before this place was pretty close to peaceful; it had been at least quiet and very empty. But as the sun started to go down, loads of cars flocked to the panels and suddenly it wasn't so quiet and Frosk regretted coming here to sleep. Not one of the cars here had a silent occupant. All of them had something to say or do, that would result in irritating sounds that were starting to get on the already frayed nerves of one very beat up red dragon. His mother had decided to throw a fit a few days ago when he had just shown up at her cave unannounced after a year or so of being "Gone without a trace, mind you", and she gave his starving, damaged hide a good thrashing. Now Frosk knew better than to complain to his mother about how she was treating him, seriously damaging his broken bones would have only been the half of it, so he kept his mouth shut and took the punishment. It was nothing compared to the hell he lived through for a whole year before that. Someone, and Frosk really didn't know who it was, had captured the sleeping dragon by gassing him and removing him from his camp while Bug was out hunting. When Frosk came about he noticed right away that something was very off about his new surroundings. First off, there were five very strange looking boxes about the same size as he sitting out in what looked like a warehouse. Now Frosk knew about warehouses as he had raided quite a few in the years before settling near that school, and this new place he was in was definitely a warehouse of some kind.
Each box had an animal in it, but not just any old animal, powerful, big, monstrous animals, like Frosk himself. One was a dragon that he couldn't get a good look at and didn't seem like it was very intelligent -couldn't even speak- and was very ill tempered. The others smelled of a mix of animals, one perhaps was a gryphon or something similar and yet another smelled like it could be a Chimera. Either way, they were all prisoners here just like Frosk and he wasn't feeling like this was something he could wiggle out of either, and boy had he been right. "The Trappers" as he would now refer to his captors as, were very harsh in their physical handling of the animals and downright cruel in how they treated them emotionally. Training consisted of shouting, whips, kicking, beating and sometimes a hot poker to the hind end to get the message across to the very stubborn, like Frosk. And he still to this day couldn't make heads or tails of what they were doing with them. None of the 'training' seemed to be for entertainment purposes, as Frosk very well couldn't see the entertainment value of teaching a dragon to carry a heavy metal ball to a target and dropping it from a great height, nor did it seem to hold any purpose in a working environment that he could recall. Not unless they were to be assigned as demolition crews to construction groups dealing with whole towns. It was madding really, trying to work out why he was treated so poorly, barely fed and kept in a spot that was either too cold or too hot depending on the time of year. No one there seemed sympathetic to the animals at all, and if one of the animals died, they would just feed him to the ones left over and capture a new one.
But even in the worse of situations Frosk managed to make an almost friend, a little water dragon, that helped him with figuring out how to make the best of the life he was being forced to live here. Spaz, as that was what he was calling her, and he had both waited for months for their way out. Tracking the truck loading and unloading times and figuring out when they met up to training times, if at all, so that they could use the truck's exit as their own. True he himself wouldn't fit in one like she could, but he could leave through the large door that was only open when the trucks came in or out. Otherwise the whole place was locked down tight and nothing got in or out without papers, a purpose and a handler. The animals, Frosk and Spaz included, were all chained to the insides of the boxes they lived in when they weren't being trained, it prevented them from escaping or causing harm to each other. The chains were left on but attached to a ring in the center of the warehouse floor during training, and it was during one of these episodes, when a truck was leaving, that Frosk made his grand escape. Breaking the chain off of the floor, he snatched up Spaz by the scruff of her neck and tore out of the warehouse like his rear was aflame before anyone really could react...Well, apart from shooting at his shrinking form as he flew away on weak wings...
Frosk shook his head to clear his thoughts from that hellish time; he wasn't there anymore, he was here, safe and alone again for now; Spaz had parted from him much earlier in the trip at Frosk's wish. And this spot used to be his rest area of sorts to tend to his very bad wounds. Most were just large gashes, a few had scarred over, adding more to his old ones of before, but a few were open and others still had turned to gaping holes where ammunition of a type Frosk was not familiar with had torn through his scales like they were tissue paper. These were currently infected, one such was on his right hip and caused him to limp terribly from the pain it was sending to every nerve in his right side. His blind left eye was now gone, completely removed by a skilled individual during one of the training rounds; it was punishment for his lack of effort in aiming the metal ball. Frosk never had trouble aiming after that, fearing that he might loose something else as a message. 'If only Bug were here, he would set me right' Frosk laid his head down and stretched out his injured leg, allowing the gaping hole in his hip to air out after his weak attempt to clean it with some water from a nearby river. He knew he must be quite the sight, covered in open wounds, all of which were still bleeding from all the moving he was doing, and being quite pale due to the blood loss. His skinny form was almost completely skin and bones and his feathers on his wings had fallen off, leaving only the weak, torn membranes behind. The membranes themselves were too short to give him flight, but he could still glide from one place to another if his life depended on it. All and all Frosk looked like a totally different dragon now and his personality was in a similar shape. Gone was the cocky, confident dragon of before. Now he was very cautious, very skiddish when confronted and seemingly shy. It would take a lot of time and healing to get even a little of the old Frosk back...The only part that still lingered was his horrible temper if angered.
The noises from the cars were reaching a level that seemed to be one of extreme excitement now, something that struck one of the few curiosity strands still left in the damaged dragon's body. So lost in his thoughts he had been that time had flown by and now all the panels were lit up with strange lights. Lifting himself up on his feet gently, Frosk limped over to the nearest panel and peeked around it to see what could be causing such a ruckus from these otherwise boring people. What he saw made his mouth drop open in pure surprise, though to an untrained onlooker, it might look like he was about to roar. There, where it used to be nothing but a black white sheet of canvas looking material on the panel, was now a fully lit and colorful scene, one that depicted a rather large monster standing upright and destroying a city with his feet, hands and some kind of steam like breath. Never in all of his existence had Frosk seen such an invention and so caught up in what was happening with the monster, that he didn't even notice he had moved his whole body from behind the panel and right off to the side of it, not only allowing him a perfect view of the event, but the people in cars a perfect view of him.
Pic:lordofnightmarespast.deviantart.com/art/Frosk-the-Twisted-146601659?q=gallery%3Alordofnightmarespast%2F5487247&qo=12 < His nose horn is half the size in the picture now that it has been broken off. It is still sharp though now jagged.
Voice ID: Nigel Bennett (Think Lucien LaCroix in Forever Knight)
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Classes wanted:Frosk doesn't really take classes, though he could be talked in to "observing" a few professors at work should they allow it.
Code Words:Red, Dragon, Mark
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