Post by Steve the Drake on Jul 14, 2013 0:34:11 GMT -5
Name: Rooster
Age: Young Adult
Height: 7ft
Weight: 250 Ilbs
Gender: Male
Species: Deadly Nadder (Dragon)
Occupation: Making sure Amora isn't eaten, being a dragon
Voice: His cries are a little more shrill than other Nadders, and he has a unique alarm call that sounds something like a demented rooster. He makes this Odin-awful racket every sunrise. Amora and Helga have gotten used to it, but everyone else wants to brain him with the nearest available rock.
Description: Your basic Nadder
Demeanor: Genuinely inquisitive and playful, he is generally good natured and full of energy. He is very intuitive about how people and other dragons feel, and tries to brighten everyone's day. He also loves attention, and will sometimes annoy others to madness to get what he wants. He tends to communicate heavily with body-language and pantomiming things out when it comes to humans, but reverts to the default method when dealing with other dragons.
Abilities: Basic Nadder skills. He is also able to be ridden bareback, if you have the knowhow and the ability to hold on. He is also an exceptional runner, even for a Nadder, which are built for agility and speed, almost like giant man-eating ostriches.
Weapons: What nature gave every Nadder
Disadvantages: The ones every Nadder has
History: Unlike most of the dragons in Berk, he was never under the thrall of the Red Death, and spent his early years running around the island hunting and doing what a dragon is prone to do. When he noticed the other dragons fiddling around with humans, he went in for a look, stepped on Amora's foot, was assumed to be one of the dragons signed up for training (Gobber's records are, well, hardly records), and wound up staying with her.
Stuff: He lives in a cave under a pile of boulders near Amora's shed. He dug it out himself.
Age: Young Adult
Height: 7ft
Weight: 250 Ilbs
Gender: Male
Species: Deadly Nadder (Dragon)
Occupation: Making sure Amora isn't eaten, being a dragon
Voice: His cries are a little more shrill than other Nadders, and he has a unique alarm call that sounds something like a demented rooster. He makes this Odin-awful racket every sunrise. Amora and Helga have gotten used to it, but everyone else wants to brain him with the nearest available rock.
Description: Your basic Nadder
Demeanor: Genuinely inquisitive and playful, he is generally good natured and full of energy. He is very intuitive about how people and other dragons feel, and tries to brighten everyone's day. He also loves attention, and will sometimes annoy others to madness to get what he wants. He tends to communicate heavily with body-language and pantomiming things out when it comes to humans, but reverts to the default method when dealing with other dragons.
Abilities: Basic Nadder skills. He is also able to be ridden bareback, if you have the knowhow and the ability to hold on. He is also an exceptional runner, even for a Nadder, which are built for agility and speed, almost like giant man-eating ostriches.
Weapons: What nature gave every Nadder
Disadvantages: The ones every Nadder has
History: Unlike most of the dragons in Berk, he was never under the thrall of the Red Death, and spent his early years running around the island hunting and doing what a dragon is prone to do. When he noticed the other dragons fiddling around with humans, he went in for a look, stepped on Amora's foot, was assumed to be one of the dragons signed up for training (Gobber's records are, well, hardly records), and wound up staying with her.
Stuff: He lives in a cave under a pile of boulders near Amora's shed. He dug it out himself.