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Question: Would our characters, in human form, still have access to their more draconic powers? i.e. elemental powers, superhuman strength, etcetera?
**Human Name:** William DeGrey
**Dragon Name:** Zevlassan, Lord of Lightning. Known also as the *'Stormborn'* and *'Herald of Thunder'* by human and dragon alike
**Age:** 685
**Biography:** One of the last known Storm Dragons in Valhalla, Zevlassan was, during his youth, said to be a human sympathizer, and would spend years in human form walking amongst them and studying their culture. This fondness for the human race has led to rumors that Zevlassan had taken a human lover of his own while younger, though these rumors are simply conjecture. As he aged, Zevlassan felt more of an instinctive desire to find his own home, and establish himself. Joining his kind in the highest peaks of Valhalla, where constant storms raged, Zevlassan spent the next few centuries of his life fighting off ambitious lesser dragons and establishing a treasure hoard that consisted of a vast amount of gold, jewels, books, scrolls, and historical artifacts. But not all was to last, as the human race waged war on Dragon-kind and began a mass genocide of the reptilian race. Zevlassan and his brethren were forced to fight for the home they had ruled over for thousands of years. As the years passed, nearly all of the remaining lightning dragons were either slain, imprisoned, or gone into hiding. What few remained in the mountains of Valhalla named Zevlassan their lord by a near-unanimous decision due to his strength and leadership during the war. Now made cynical and cold by the actions of humanity, and renouncing any admiration he held for them, Zevlassan has joined the remaining dragon lords in human form, away from his domain in the sky, formulating a plan of revenge to reclaim their old home.
**Human Appearance:**
**Dragon Appearance:**
**Other:** Zevlassan, being a Dragon Lord, is as such accompanied by a single [bodyguard](http://www.scifi.sk/images/?b=13958) who follows him nearly everywhere. This bodyguard's dragon name and background are currently unknown to all but his liege lord and fellow Storm Dragons in the mountains. Secondly, on a more personal note: Zevlassan appears to have no interest in taking a mate for himself. Whether this affirms the rumors that he had taken a human lover at some point in life, or he simply chooses not to worry about such trifles given the circumstances are debatable.
A few questions before I submit my CS. Firstly, are anime picture(s) required for the CS? Or can they be real life photos for the human appearance, at least? Secondly, this part of your CS confused me. Is Arvon now the *oldest* dragon in the clan(s), ergo meaning our characters must be younger than he? Or does that matter? Sorry if I'm being nitpicky, I just want to make sure I have a good character :)
I concur with the third one.
Hell, put me down for the Lightning Dragon Lord. This concept sounds really interesting.
I'll try and have a post up by today, if able.
This looks interesting enough. I'll be keeping a close eye on this :)
I think Alecar and Salhaine are still waiting for Drell to respond, we're pretty much stuck until then *shrug*.
I know my character Alecar disagrees with a few notions of the Jedi Order, specifically the restrictions against romance/marriage, suppressing emotions, and the belief that he Light Side of the Force is the only side that should be studied. Despite this he keeps to the rest of the Order's doctrines, and doesn't speak out against their opinions that he disagrees with.
Cade remained mostly silent as he followed behind John like a loyal hound, carrying both his bags in each hand. Frankly he couldn't wait to get a good feel of the weaponry he was issued. Even before becoming a Nightmare pistols had always been his specialty, and with his new augmentations, Cade could only imagine the accuracy and firepower he would be capable of.
His thoughts became distracted, however, as his mind buzzed with new information being sent to him from John. Like downloading an entire packet of documents directly into his brain, Cade was both amazed and slightly frightened. Would he become so efficient that he lost his touch with humanity? It didn't matter how much metal they grafted onto his flesh, or implants they stashed away in his brain, his soul was still human - he had to hold onto that, or risk losing himself.
As the trio entered the barracks, Cade relished in the lack of activity going on, no constant movement or noise to disturb his implants, just himself and his two companions. Cade was unable or unwilling to hide a heavy sigh of relief as, for the first time in some days, he felt normal...well, as normal as he could be. There were restless nights during training where his mind would think this was all a dream; that he were still back home, whole, and warm. But then he would wake up again and realize that such thoughts were allowed only in dreams. There was no going back.
The worst part about his implants aside from the terrible feedback was how alien they felt. The United Front went to great lengths to try and recreate as much original feeling as possible...but one can't recreate something so precise as an actual human hand, they can only scratch the surface. Everything Cade felt was dull: texture and consistency were nearly an impossibility to him. Pain was almost nonexistent, as were small sensations...what he felt the most from his prosthetics, perhaps, was simply how cold they were; cold and heavy. He would have most likely been slouching constantly had it not been for counterweights and other implants inside of him, augmenting his muscular and skeletal system to adapt to the cybernetics.
Each footstep was heavy, as though there were twenty pound weights strapped to each foot every time he moved. He felt as though he had to will his arms to move as opposed to natural reflexes. His ears picked up every sound around him for yards, and his eyes sometimes wouldn't adjust properly, flashing bright lights in front of him or causing him migraines when synchronizing between his eyes and his brain.
Now getting a good idea of his surroundings, Cade quickly got to work getting adjusted to the barrack layouts, quite pleased at the comfortable furnishings they were given. No wonder the other soldiers weren't pleased to see them.
"This will do." Cade commented aloud, preferring to hide his true thoughts, not speak them. Ever since he became a Nightmare, speaking had become more of a nuisance than a necessity. What was the point of speaking when he could share information with his comrades in seconds? Words merely prolonged the job, lacked efficiency.
Wordlessly, Cade headed to one of the three rooms, silently claiming it as his own as he put his bags down on the admittedly comfy looking bed, letting out a small sigh as he slowly pulled his mask off his face, staring at it for a few moments before letting it drop onto the bed.
His thoughts became distracted, however, as his mind buzzed with new information being sent to him from John. Like downloading an entire packet of documents directly into his brain, Cade was both amazed and slightly frightened. Would he become so efficient that he lost his touch with humanity? It didn't matter how much metal they grafted onto his flesh, or implants they stashed away in his brain, his soul was still human - he had to hold onto that, or risk losing himself.
As the trio entered the barracks, Cade relished in the lack of activity going on, no constant movement or noise to disturb his implants, just himself and his two companions. Cade was unable or unwilling to hide a heavy sigh of relief as, for the first time in some days, he felt normal...well, as normal as he could be. There were restless nights during training where his mind would think this was all a dream; that he were still back home, whole, and warm. But then he would wake up again and realize that such thoughts were allowed only in dreams. There was no going back.
The worst part about his implants aside from the terrible feedback was how alien they felt. The United Front went to great lengths to try and recreate as much original feeling as possible...but one can't recreate something so precise as an actual human hand, they can only scratch the surface. Everything Cade felt was dull: texture and consistency were nearly an impossibility to him. Pain was almost nonexistent, as were small sensations...what he felt the most from his prosthetics, perhaps, was simply how cold they were; cold and heavy. He would have most likely been slouching constantly had it not been for counterweights and other implants inside of him, augmenting his muscular and skeletal system to adapt to the cybernetics.
Each footstep was heavy, as though there were twenty pound weights strapped to each foot every time he moved. He felt as though he had to will his arms to move as opposed to natural reflexes. His ears picked up every sound around him for yards, and his eyes sometimes wouldn't adjust properly, flashing bright lights in front of him or causing him migraines when synchronizing between his eyes and his brain.
Now getting a good idea of his surroundings, Cade quickly got to work getting adjusted to the barrack layouts, quite pleased at the comfortable furnishings they were given. No wonder the other soldiers weren't pleased to see them.
"This will do." Cade commented aloud, preferring to hide his true thoughts, not speak them. Ever since he became a Nightmare, speaking had become more of a nuisance than a necessity. What was the point of speaking when he could share information with his comrades in seconds? Words merely prolonged the job, lacked efficiency.
Wordlessly, Cade headed to one of the three rooms, silently claiming it as his own as he put his bags down on the admittedly comfy looking bed, letting out a small sigh as he slowly pulled his mask off his face, staring at it for a few moments before letting it drop onto the bed.
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