Well, normally I try to avoid those sparkling guys because insecurity and didn't want to look vain, but i was like, to hell with it, fudge it, I'ma just yeah.
Six foot tall, dashingly handsome, best of the Russians and British, now integrating the best of Americans, to form the ultimate post-WW2 Allies soldier. He's too pretty to die.
Name: Alexey Aslanov Smirnov
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Draconian Shapeshifter
The first thing: Pure draconian shifters are, for some reason, uncannily lucky and intuitive. Very much less so with half-bloods, but still, it can be dangerous to go against a draconic shifter in a chancy fight- he would have the upper hand. However, Alexey's power of luck and intuition extends to smaller things, such as a strategy game or a game of dice.
Draconian Shapeshifters are remnants of the original dragons- they couldn't exist, and so the ones that had magical abilities did, because they altered themselves in ways that no regular human could- regardless if they are vampire, succubus, werewolf, or witch, it's unlikely they could have matched or survived the ordeals the dragons of old put themselves through to survive in a land of men.
Draconian shapeshifters, as they are now called, retain their original form of a dragon- but are usually much smaller, like a small pony, even though they are much stronger than one. That being said, having such a form gives them a unique aura- anyone practiced in magic can feel when a draconian shapeshifter is around. Many magical creatures have a natural repulsion to it, simply because dragons used to mean death and destruction, and so the wariness of the ancestors is ingrained instinctively, and rightly so.
The aura of a draconian shapeshifter is of magic, of course, and can often be described in multiple different ways. For some people, it's like a ringing, or wail, or some other very, very faint sound. For others, it's like a scent- werewolves are most likely to pick up the ghost scent of something that smells worse and more dangerous than a bear. For the most part, though, modern-day draconic shapeshifters have laced their auras with illusion magic, often making it more soothing, more comforting. Likewise, dragons used a great deal of illusion magic- among other bits- to help them merge with humans, and have developed a significant natural talent for it. In addition to that, draconians made very sure to weave immortality into themselves. As some became more and more human, this immortality weakened, and they started aging, slowly. Many times, the immortality
"Dragons" are likely to be charismatic because of this. They make people around them believe, with a compulsion woven into them, that they are more honest and more handsome, trustworthy and friendly. Pure-blooded draconians are some of the worlds' most prominent figures: presidents, CEOs of major companies or corporations, one in particular, known as "Stone," is the head of the CIA. These "dragons" have a sphere of influence, and guard it jealously. They are ambitious creatures, who are constantly on the lookout for rivals and threats, and are always looking to become more powerful.
With shapeshifting, a draconian shapeshifter often has two or three forms: Their dragon, their human, and then some other animal, somewhat random, based on mental/emotional significance. Sometimes, however, such as with Alexey, they don't yet seem to have a limit on their shapeshifting. He could turn into a bear, or a wolf, or a dragon, or a sparrow. For the moment, it's hard to tell.
Being new to everything means that Alexey has no clue what's going on. Alexey, being the son of a normal human and a pure draconian shapeshifter, led him to gain many traits from both, while also being a great mix of British and Russian, because he's amazing, and you should really help him out.
Some creatures are very hard to kill because they regenerate, or they use magic to heal themselves, or they can block everything coming at them. Dragons are more like humans- they have a set of indirect boosts, and they use them to their needs. Being shifters, they can morph parts of them into their more draconic selves, giving them the ability to adopt razor sharp serrated claws (serrated claws are the only claws that could cut a dragon's hide, regular claws would bounce or slide) in each finger, or to grind a lit match into their hand without feeling it, because of dragon skin. As it is, a draconian's skin is tougher than the average human's. When partial-turning, they can get a hide that'll turn needles and blades, and with some of the thickest dragons, small-arms fire.
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Likes : Dinosaurs, history, military, science, and anything else that he finds interesting, snow, Americans, and more.
Dislikes: Boringness, boring people, people who don't believe in science/dinosaurs, narrowmindedness, slow thinkers, dumb thinkers.
Bio: Despite being Russian, with a Russian accent, and living in Russia, his family is actually primarily... British. That is to say, he's second-generation Russian, and his mom is Russian, but the rest of his family moved to Russia after WW2, after his grandmother married a Russian officer serving along the Iron Curtain, and moved with him to Russia.
His life was spent in Moscow, or in the surrounding area, until he and his mother moved to America, after a somewhat nasty divorce. Even with somewhat significant Russian blood, he still looks British.
Ask him about his past, and I'll fill it in as I make up the specifics.
Occupation: Two jobs: In the mornings, he works as a clerk/waiter Rico's Dining, a small diner serving excellent old-fashioned burgers & fries and such, like an old-school place. His second shift is in the afternoons, where he works at a Barnes & Noble.
Country of Origin: Russia
Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Mixed. He doesn't want believe in it, but he still expects it, and so he also kind of uncertain, but he hopes [though he'll never admit it] that it's true, and he'll find someone that clicks.
Soul mate: President Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho
Six foot tall, dashingly handsome, best of the Russians and British, now integrating the best of Americans, to form the ultimate post-WW2 Allies soldier. He's too pretty to die.
Name: Alexey Smirnov
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Draconian Shapeshifter (Not any different than any other shapeshifter, except he's got a bit of dragon blood, which makes him immortal, and lets him turn into a dragon. He's unaware that he is a shapeshifter, though.
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Likes : Dinosaurs, history, military, science, and anything else that he finds interesting, snow, Americans, and more.
Dislikes: Boringness, boring people, people who don't believe in science/dinosaurs, narrowmindedness, slow thinkers, dumb thinkers.
Bio: Despite being Russian, with a Russian accent, and living in Russia, his family is actually primarily... British. That is to say, he's second-generation Russian, and his mom is Russian, but the rest of his family moved to Russia after WW2, after his grandmother married a Russian officer serving along the Iron Curtain, and moved with him to Russia.
His life was spent in Moscow, or in the surrounding area, until he and his mother moved to America, after a somewhat nasty divorce. Even with somewhat significant Russian blood, he still looks British.
Ask him about his past, and I'll fill it in as I make up the specifics.
Occupation: Two jobs: In the mornings, he works as a clerk/waiter Rico's Dining, a small diner serving excellent old-fashioned burgers & fries and such, like an old-school place. His second shift is in the afternoons, where he works at a Barnes & Noble.
Country of Origin: Russia
Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Mixed. He doesn't want believe in it, but he still expects it, and so he also kind of uncertain, but he hopes [though he'll never admit it] that it's true, and he'll find someone that clicks.
Soul mate: President Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho
@Zadubadabu Hostel System, Second Exploration Fleet The Fleet Commander moved to bring his hand down, to order another reply to be made and sent, angry. But his fist didn't make it all the way down; another's hand grabbed his arm, halting his progress. Growling, he whirled to the offender, ready to tear the disrespectful Hocklyn apart. But no- it was his adviser. Advisers were agents of ONI- Office of Naval Intelligence. They kept captains in check, and reported everything straight to ONI to keep records of every event.
Before the Fleet Commander could berate the agent's disrespect, the Hocklyn said, "Wise, they are, to cease approach and demand, and to offer negotiate and listen. But wise we are, to cease insult and offer a hand, until they can be gauged for what they are, instead of what we assume they are."
The Fleet Commander continued growling, and wrenched his arm away from the agent. He turned back to the bridge, and waved dismissal to the agent. Like any other Hocklyn, he backed away, allowing the Fleet Commander to remain in command, reputation unhindered. The Commander paused for a moment, before waving at communications.
Shortly afterwards, a response was broadcasted back to the alien fleet.
"Your former Queen is within our grasp. You will not receive anything from us, including your former Queen, until we have decided that whatever you give us is equal in value- the fact that you are chasing a single outdated, half-built ship with a fleet says the Queen is very valuable indeed. More so, since she is obviously very clever, to have evaded you for so long."
"We will not move against you or yours. If you so wish it, you may send one ship forward with a diplomatic figure, or negotiator. If you are part of this Roa'marii Empire, then we will require a similar figure from them. We may be slavers, but we would not wish to step on toes by dealing with you directly, without Big Brother present. Your queen may be able to escape in a nation of her, but in a nation the likes of mine, she will get nowhere. She will be turned over to our Naval Intelligence, and taken deeper into our territory. You and your emissaries, diplomats, or negotiators will later be taken to her, if you so insist, where we can all deal together. From what I hear, she's quite a fire. It seems that the fact that she'd be dead if she took a wrong step is keeping her from strangling all of our necks."
"We await your response. No significant military presence will be accepted, and if we hear news of any weapons that you did not make us aware after we are conducting negotiations, we will have to cast yours out, for you to deal with."
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