Post by Aragohm on Sept 10, 2009 10:17:21 GMT -8
Name:
Aragohm Darkflame (are-uh-gome)
Age:
38
Gender:
Male
Race:
drakón
Eye color:
Green
Hair color/style: Short, curly, light brown hair. When dragon, he has a white mane that runs down his back.
Clothing: Doesn't care too much about how clothes look as long as they are either brown or green in color, but favors short sleeve shirts and loose pants.
Weapons:
Whatever happens to be at hand.
Personality:
Light and easy going, doesn't let things bother him too much. He's the complete opposite of Draykos and is almost never serious.
Special abilities:
Dragon Abilities
Fighting style:
Can fight with anything with equal skill.
Other:
Excels at healing.
Occupation:
Member of Draykos' squad.
History: Went through the same training as all the other drakón did as a child. However when he went through the most difficult and most horrifying of tests, some say he lost his sanity. Aragohm says that he acts crazy so he doesn't lose his mind. This little quirk ensures his unpredictability and his unnatural pull towards misfortune. At 16 he joined Dagger-tounge's squad of assassins. Being one of the few drakón who could master any sort of weaponry, no matter what, and his abilities as a healer, he was a valuable addition to the team. Completing many dark missions, he stayed with the team for fifteen years until disaster struck. After one of his squad mates, Shadagen, stayed behind with his dying father, their mission spun out of control. Fed misinformation by turncoat human spies, their squad was ambushed and Aragohm was grievously injured. But even this failed to crush his spirits as the entire way back he insisted to Dagger-tounge that the strike that had very nearly killed him and was causing him to leave a trail of blood a senseless dog could follow, was nought but a flesh wound and it would be far easier if he could be allowed to walk on his own two feet. Finally when they reached the safe haven of their city, Dagger-tounge finally relented. Aragohm took two steps before falling unconcious due to blood loss...with a goofy grin on his face. Needless to say, Aragohm quickly recovered and was reassigned to be the first of Draykos' squad. Now, seven years later, Aragohm is proud to serve in one of the top squads the drakón has to offer, yet he never fails to mess with Draykos whenever the oppurtunity arrives.
Rings:
None
Appearance: His scales are light brown and cover his entire body and are mostly the same size with the expection of the plate like scales covering his torso and outer wrists. He prefers to remain in his dragon form whenever possible believing his human form to be hideous.
Aragohm Darkflame (are-uh-gome)
Age:
38
Gender:
Male
Race:
drakón
Eye color:
Green
Hair color/style: Short, curly, light brown hair. When dragon, he has a white mane that runs down his back.
Clothing: Doesn't care too much about how clothes look as long as they are either brown or green in color, but favors short sleeve shirts and loose pants.
Weapons:
Whatever happens to be at hand.
Personality:
Light and easy going, doesn't let things bother him too much. He's the complete opposite of Draykos and is almost never serious.
Special abilities:
Dragon Abilities
Fighting style:
Can fight with anything with equal skill.
Other:
Excels at healing.
Occupation:
Member of Draykos' squad.
History: Went through the same training as all the other drakón did as a child. However when he went through the most difficult and most horrifying of tests, some say he lost his sanity. Aragohm says that he acts crazy so he doesn't lose his mind. This little quirk ensures his unpredictability and his unnatural pull towards misfortune. At 16 he joined Dagger-tounge's squad of assassins. Being one of the few drakón who could master any sort of weaponry, no matter what, and his abilities as a healer, he was a valuable addition to the team. Completing many dark missions, he stayed with the team for fifteen years until disaster struck. After one of his squad mates, Shadagen, stayed behind with his dying father, their mission spun out of control. Fed misinformation by turncoat human spies, their squad was ambushed and Aragohm was grievously injured. But even this failed to crush his spirits as the entire way back he insisted to Dagger-tounge that the strike that had very nearly killed him and was causing him to leave a trail of blood a senseless dog could follow, was nought but a flesh wound and it would be far easier if he could be allowed to walk on his own two feet. Finally when they reached the safe haven of their city, Dagger-tounge finally relented. Aragohm took two steps before falling unconcious due to blood loss...with a goofy grin on his face. Needless to say, Aragohm quickly recovered and was reassigned to be the first of Draykos' squad. Now, seven years later, Aragohm is proud to serve in one of the top squads the drakón has to offer, yet he never fails to mess with Draykos whenever the oppurtunity arrives.
Rings:
None
Appearance: His scales are light brown and cover his entire body and are mostly the same size with the expection of the plate like scales covering his torso and outer wrists. He prefers to remain in his dragon form whenever possible believing his human form to be hideous.