I glared at the bunny boy as he tried to defend himself against the comments of the man I saw on the bus, I had to admit his commentary on that kid's behavior was well put and amusing. Although I typically didnt like it when others got involved with my own battles, predators dont always hunt alone. I could tell I was gonna get along with that one well. This other kid, however, I didnt want anything to do with him. "Alright lads why don't we save the anger after class." I gave the man who I saw turn into a bird a wink and an almost sinister grin. "We can settle things later, besides I'm not sure that the other lot would appreciate a scene. Especially these fine ladies."
I entered the home with caution, I was very clearly on edge even my thick concealing robes couldn't hide. This was very wrong. I knew this, but peer pressure kept me forward. I sat down quietly, shaking violently as I did. When Mimi left and Rose started to whisper. I wanted to agree with her but I was too nervous to say anything. Idle chatter inside, we were interrupted by a group of strangers with one of them bleeding. Having not been there during the scarecrow episode, I simply watched in more confusion and horror then the others. I was tempted to get up and help them but the chimera beat me to it, and I have never felt so grateful to anyone in my entire life.
After he passed out I watched the fish woman race to his side and question him franticly. I would just hide my head at this point. In my panic I would be gripping the wooden table on its end. I wasn't over the shock of what happened. The table on my end would start to creak. At first it soul be assumed that it was the result of uncontrolled strength, however that idea would end when it became obvious it was something else. The wooden material touching my clenched fingers would start to rot and decay rapidly. Though the effect wouldn't spread far, the creaking of rotting wood and its texture was very noticeable. My shock would be broken when my fragment of the table broke with the heavy thud of lighter rotted wood scattering on the floor beneath me. Looking down my eyes wide with fear as I stared silently and frozen.
I grinned at her profoundly once she asked me a question. I would stand up from my desk with one foot on top of it as I began. "Katherine, you have the honor to be speaking with a dragon." Finishing I'd make a triumphant, over confident smile with my eyes closed. Though this pose ended abruptly when the Bunny Boy spoke to me. "Hmph, listen...Einar..we can pretend to be equal all we want. But you'll never be on my level. But for now, a "truce?" Fine." Finishing with him I turned over to the spectator. "Well it appears the discourse is hopefully over." I said as I got back into my seat.
I watched him carefully, The boy was lucky we were in a school, this made me hate law and order that I would have to get used to compared to the chaotic and wild life I grew up upon. I accepted the gifts, observing them silently before finally speaking up. "You're lucky I am merciful kid, don't tell me how to act." I found it especially offensive how he suggested for me to have a more humble tone. How dare he, the lesser creature dares to humilify a dragon?! I was in good control of my anger, and I didn't let it show, looking over to the girl who introduced herself as Katherin. I looked at her hand, at first I questioned what the hell she was doing in a silent stare, but I realized that this was a gesture of greetings. Reluctant to touch such an imperfect creature, I replaced it with another prideful smirk as I shook her hand. "Nice to meet you miss." I said, she at least seemed less annoying then the other one.
Just before I entered the classroom I stopped my dash, and simply walked as if I never sprinted at all. Entering the room, I gave a brief scan of my classmates, and making a short lasting scowl at the rabbit boy. I'd sit next to the girl who he was talking to, and began to speak up as well, though only to her. "Names' Jackal, yours?" I gave my typical, cocky grin at the girl who I smelled the lingering faint scent of magic off of her.
As Jackal made it into the building, not paying to much detail to its design or security, and into the main room, the first thing he would do would be to take a seat at the table. Instead of speaking to anyone, however, he stared up at the symbols displayed on the screen. He wasn't all to familiar with them, but one of them seemed demonic enough. He looked over to the stranger that had commented on the emblems. "Edgy huh?" Jackal agreed with a silent nod. He'd begin to look at the other strangers around. "We sign up for a freak show or something? I didn't come here to be apart of a circus."
Early that morning, Jackal awoke with a start. The ruslting of cars outside was distracting enough but his keen ears detected movement at the door. It took him a moment to register what was going on, and he hoped that it wasn't the police. He got up from his bundle of rags and cloth, the building he had slept in had long been abandoned, no actual furniture existed within the confines of his makeshift 'lair', the windows were boarded up and both time and nature had started to make its work on the house's condition, patches of grass along with cracks and chips in the old construction. As he exited his self claimed room, with a small pile of stolen goods; including jewelry, gold pieces, somewhat valuable gems, and other expensive pieces all hoarded together. However as he approached the door and peeped out of it's broken frame, there was nobody there, the street was empty. However a small note was left at the doorstep. He picked up the paper and closed the door quickly, and began to read it. His eyes illuminating like dim candles in the light-lacking room.
This was how it all started.
Now Jackal was walking to the destination, he was late of course. Half of the time trying to find this damn place was him being lost and making the wrong turn, the other half was him slacking off. He was dressed in his typical clothes he saw fit for his mortal disguise. Fine black pants, with a buttoned up white shirt, and a blue, long-sleeved jacket left unbutton. His messy white hair covered a bit of his face and amber eyes. His oddly pale skin a contrast with his dark outer clothing. He had a sleek build as well, no muscles to see, and he carried a brown cloth bag filled with his treasure hoard. The contents were jiggling with metal pieces and gems hitting each other, making his presence more known then his loud and slow moving foot steps. His expression was rather slightly annoyed and disinterested in the group before me. I didn't have to act nice to these scum, He thought to himself.
"I assume you were all dragged out here as well?" Jackal called out to the group as he drew closer. Above all else he appeared tired if anything, more so then he was annoyed at the situation.
5'11 in height, with messy white hair and amber eyes with slit-like pupils. His eyes glow faintly in the dark like small candles. He often wears black pants with a white button up shirt under a blue jacket.
Powers/skills: His human form is weaker then his dragon form, as his human form is mostly for show. Like your typical dragon physical superiority and flight are to be expected. And like all dragons he is immune to fire, as he cannot be damaged by heat alone or be burned by any means. His greatest ability though is his fire manipulation, breathing amplified jets of flames, igniting his body on fire, or creating fireballs out of his hand. His flames are his most powerful and destructive weapons next to his natural weapons and armor-like scales. His scales are almost as durable as steel, making them hard to damage or puncture, however his underbelly instead has weaker scutes which serves as a weak spot. His tail can both function as a powerful, bone-breaking whip, or a spear due to the sharp biological spines and tip of the tail. His horns can be used for great impact damage, his claws and teeth are as effective in combat as they appear.
He cannot survive in cold climates, anything lower then 40 degrees can kill him by hypothermia, he doesn't tolerate with weather well unless it is above 60 degrees F, while he can use his own fire to warm himself this drains his energy faster and he won't typically last longer then five minutes. Ice and other related forms of attacks are also especially effective against him.
When enraged enough either by emotion, damage, or other such stress, he enters a berserk-like state in which he exhausts much more energy and becomes much more destructively violent. In such a state he may even consume human flesh or attack his comrades. He also looses all sense of pain, becoming almost unstoppable and relentless until either something manages to soothe his rage or he passes himself out. Due to unrestrained energy exhaustion he will last about 10 minutes in a berserk stage until he passes out, injuring him will quicken this timer. Once he exits this berserk stage he will be hit with all the pain he would have experienced during that state, as well as an overwhelming wave of exhaustion. Also while he is in a berserk state he doesn't necessarily think about anything else other then what has enraged him.
Due to his arrogance he often underestimates opponents and overestimates his own abilities against others and obstacles.
Equipment: Nothing but the clothes he wears, he has no regard for any tools or Trinkets and always assumes that his strength and ability alone is enough for any situation. He doesn't wish to use any tools or weapons, and he may insult others for relying on such.
Short Bio: Jackal was born from supposedly the last dragon egg, as dragons have been extinct for thousands of years. It is unknown, even to him, his exact origins beyond this, but he takes his own race with pride. However as he grew out of a hatchling he blended in with the world, using magic for a human disguise and taught himself of basic knowledge of society until he practically blended in with the very humans his kind has terrorized long ago. However as he grew older, and having no parental guidance, he became overly greedy and started a sort of 'job' at thievery, though he attempted stealth it usually ended up with him burning away a few guards and buildings in his heists and fleeing before the cops could arrive. His arsenic nature has nearly cost him discovery by authorities several times, putting him on edge. When he received the fateful message of the mysterious entity that knew of his existence, threatening his livelihood he had built up on his own, he didn't hesitate to do what the entity had requested.
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