Post by Vendil on Aug 22, 2013 9:43:55 GMT -8
Name: Vendil
Age: No one's sure, heck, even he's not sure.
Class: Manakete (Earth)
Appearance: Old; he even has a beard. At least he thinks he does, or did at one time. He's not sure of much these days, including if he actually looks old. Last he checked he wore sandals with too small black pants and a dark green shirt. But that was who knows how many years ago that was- he certainly doesn't. He wear his fangs and slightly scaled body proudly, as it's the only reason he still remember's he's a dragon. He might even carry a walking stick, who knows? And don't even get him started on his dragon form, it's essentially the exact opposite oh his human form, and he actually might even be sane when a dragon, at least one can hope. He certainly does.
Personality: Vendil just loves people, so much so that many flee in terror. At least he thinks so, it's been so long since he's had more than himself or the earth to talk to. He also talks to the earth or likes to think so. It tells him things, mostly boring things and occasionally a good joke. Vendil isn't even sure he can talk to the earth but does it anyways. And while Vendil seems crazy, he'll deny it with every fiber of his being, stating that some people are just more sure of themselves than others and crazy is just a word for people who are different. At least he'd say that if he'd ever had anyone to talk to, which he doesn't.
Backstory: Vendil's childhood was fairly normal for a child. At least that's what he says, and even he doesn't trust what he says. He does remember wanting to get away from the cities of his brethren, especially after he found out they did not hear the earth. All he wanted to do was nurture nature and listen to the trees and birds and wind and- he loves talking to the earth. Has he mentioned that?
At some point he finally fulfilled his life long dream: to be a hermit. Unfortunately, living alone in the middle of nowhere for who know's how long does things to you, things Vendil isn't even sure exist, let alone apply to him. And he loves speaking to the earth. His second favorite thing is people and traveling and mountains, but he doesn't get to see those much. In fact, he's not even sure any of those exist.
Age: No one's sure, heck, even he's not sure.
Class: Manakete (Earth)
Appearance: Old; he even has a beard. At least he thinks he does, or did at one time. He's not sure of much these days, including if he actually looks old. Last he checked he wore sandals with too small black pants and a dark green shirt. But that was who knows how many years ago that was- he certainly doesn't. He wear his fangs and slightly scaled body proudly, as it's the only reason he still remember's he's a dragon. He might even carry a walking stick, who knows? And don't even get him started on his dragon form, it's essentially the exact opposite oh his human form, and he actually might even be sane when a dragon, at least one can hope. He certainly does.
Personality: Vendil just loves people, so much so that many flee in terror. At least he thinks so, it's been so long since he's had more than himself or the earth to talk to. He also talks to the earth or likes to think so. It tells him things, mostly boring things and occasionally a good joke. Vendil isn't even sure he can talk to the earth but does it anyways. And while Vendil seems crazy, he'll deny it with every fiber of his being, stating that some people are just more sure of themselves than others and crazy is just a word for people who are different. At least he'd say that if he'd ever had anyone to talk to, which he doesn't.
Backstory: Vendil's childhood was fairly normal for a child. At least that's what he says, and even he doesn't trust what he says. He does remember wanting to get away from the cities of his brethren, especially after he found out they did not hear the earth. All he wanted to do was nurture nature and listen to the trees and birds and wind and- he loves talking to the earth. Has he mentioned that?
At some point he finally fulfilled his life long dream: to be a hermit. Unfortunately, living alone in the middle of nowhere for who know's how long does things to you, things Vendil isn't even sure exist, let alone apply to him. And he loves speaking to the earth. His second favorite thing is people and traveling and mountains, but he doesn't get to see those much. In fact, he's not even sure any of those exist.
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Vendil grew up as a typical dragon, being intelligent and schooled. He never tried to be much of anything, because it was his natural talents he was interested in, not the ones the others would teach. He could feel the earth or at least something along those lines. He could see what had been there recently or know what the plants needed. And in some cases, if the event was of some significance, he can feel events that had taken place in a certain area. But that rarely happens, as few things horrible enough to do so have happened.
After reaching adulthood, Vendil decided to leave his kin to travel and help the earth. Some times it would be simply helping some human farmers and others he would help hunters find nests. But no matter what he felt the call of the earth, and so he always moved on. He wandered for who knows how many years, searching for his place and never finding it. The younger races always seemed to want to fight this or that, but he was patient and slow going like the earth. He rarely, if ever, fought anything.
Eventually Vendil became weary from his quest and stayed in a village near a mountain. For many years he helped them but he could not resist the call of the earth. After a while he went into the mountain and did not come out. And when he did the land had changed and he had changed. He was alone, the village long gone and his mind with it. It is there he lurks, still feeling the call but unable to heed it.
Vendil grew up as a typical dragon, being intelligent and schooled. He never tried to be much of anything, because it was his natural talents he was interested in, not the ones the others would teach. He could feel the earth or at least something along those lines. He could see what had been there recently or know what the plants needed. And in some cases, if the event was of some significance, he can feel events that had taken place in a certain area. But that rarely happens, as few things horrible enough to do so have happened.
After reaching adulthood, Vendil decided to leave his kin to travel and help the earth. Some times it would be simply helping some human farmers and others he would help hunters find nests. But no matter what he felt the call of the earth, and so he always moved on. He wandered for who knows how many years, searching for his place and never finding it. The younger races always seemed to want to fight this or that, but he was patient and slow going like the earth. He rarely, if ever, fought anything.
Eventually Vendil became weary from his quest and stayed in a village near a mountain. For many years he helped them but he could not resist the call of the earth. After a while he went into the mountain and did not come out. And when he did the land had changed and he had changed. He was alone, the village long gone and his mind with it. It is there he lurks, still feeling the call but unable to heed it.
