Post by Kyle Aodhagán on Jul 19, 2011 8:29:08 GMT -6
Kyle Deagon Aodhagán
Define your meaning of war
To me it's what we do when we're bored
I feel the heat comin off of the blacktop
And it makes me want it more
Because I'm hyped up, outta control
If it's a fight I'm ready to go
I wouldn't put my money on the other guy
If you know what I know that I know
Full Name:Kyle Deagon Aodhagán
Nicknames: Little Fire; dragon breath, you get the jist...
Physical Age: Um...old as Methusala?
Date of Birth: Sometime in 71 B.C.
Hometown: ancient Britian
Current Residence: Wandering; looking for his son and the witch
Occupation: When he needs money, he will take on odd jobs such as Bouncing at Bars/Clubs
Relationship Status: single
Character Type: Dragon Shifter
Affiliations: Neutral, with a tendancy to lean towards good.
Gender: male
Hair: brown
Eyes: blue/grey unless he is feeling passionate about something, and they become intense blue.
Height: 6'4
Weight: 200 lbs
Body Type: Kyle is very muscular, defined; but not overly so.
Dragon form | Dragon Form
Best Feature: He is brilliant. Utterly Brilliant
Worst Feature: his temper...and...okay, when he dances, he looks like he's having an epileptic fit.
Sexuality: an arrow
Personal Style: Kyle generally prefers comfort over style. Most times you will find him in natural fabrics such as well fitting jeans and white tee shirts, or buttery brown leather pants. His appearance can sometimes be untame. He will go days without shaving, and seems to have a habit of growing his hair unruly and long only to shave it off again.
Face Claim: Andy Whitfield
Abilities:
Though he cannot control the elements, because of his ancient lineage, the weather, or elements may be affected by his mood. Such as, when he is utterly disparing, it might begin to rain. If he is raging, the thunder and lightening may begin.
Kyle has heighted speed, dexterity, and strength as all shifters do. He can shift from man into the form of a dragon, or, transform only certain parts of his his mortal body, like growing the nails into talons on his human hand or fanged teeth from his gums.
As a dragon is is monsterously large, can breath fire, and fly. Though...ehem. In this modern day he very rarely finds the need to take this form.
Personality:
Things aren’t always what they seem. Such is the case with the dragon. On the outside he is tough and stoic. He likes to keep his emotions in check, as he believes that living by your sentiments is a sign of weakness. He does however tend to be some what of a hot-head. He is easily annoyed and angered, and when the latter occurs, watch out! He loves to fight. Many times Kyle will provoke a brawl just to take out his rage on someone’s face.
He can seem gruff and insensitive, but this in many cases is a way to push others away. Letting people get close to him is not something the dragon will tolerate, especially since he hasn't yet learned to control his anger.
Lost, confused, heart-broken and most of all angry; he desperately searches to find his son and kill the witch that took his life from him.
Likes:
• Fighting
• Weapons; especially the gnarly medievel kind
• Solitude
• Fast Food
• Loud Music (to drown out the world)
• Old episodes of the Golden Girls. It makes him laugh, okay?
Dislikes:
• Witches
• Country Music
• People Touching him
• 'Feeling anything'-- he'd rather remain empty, thank you very much.
Strengths:
• He is utterly self reliant
• Enhanced abilities, including speed, strength and agility
• Sense of smell and hearing is heightened
• He is unafraid, as an animal would be when protecting when is his-- you may call it Courageousness
• He is unstoppable when he has a goal in mind. He will die trying, if thats what it takes to do what needs to be done.
• Proficeint in hand-to-hand combat as well as a number of medievel weapons including swords, etc...
Weaknesses:
• He has become so unaccustomed to living among people he's almost forgotten how to be human
• Children; he sees his son in all of them
• Dark-haired fesity women that remind him of his deceased wife
• He follows the will of the fates, as this was what the druids believed
• Kyle is honest, as he does not know HOW to lie, and this can be his down fall
Mother: unknown (deceased)
Father: Ambros (deceased)
Siblings: a number of them, though he doesn't know who they were, or if they live.
Others: Wife- Madailéin (deceased)
He has a son; though has no name or knowledge of whether he lives or not...
Bio:
Kyle Deagon was born in a time when dragons; the stuff of fairytales, were an everyday occurrence. They were feared as well as revered; feared by the mortals whose villages were ravaged by them; revered by sorcerers that longed to use their magic and strength.
That was very unlucky for a man who was born with ability to shift between the two forms...
It was the time of ancient Celts. It was a time of magic and war.
Druidism was the practiced religion. It was a faith in which the forces of nature were worshiped. It taught the Celts much about the stars and celestial motions, about the size of the earth and universe, the essential nature of things, and about the powers and authority of the immortal gods. Birthed from this practice of Druidism was a lineage of powerful shifters that took the form of the dragon; a beast whose very form meant nobility wisdom and strength.
Kyle’s clan lived in both worlds; among the unknowing mortals, as well as the caves of their beastly brethren. Most the of the shifters vowed peace toward human race, but as it was in their nature, some of them chose to give into the instinctual hunger for the flesh of man, and broke the vow-- thus, igniting a war.
Humans began training slayers and dragons began terrorizing villages, and so on and so on.
Kyle was a young man caught in the middle. Most of his clan had gone dark, and those who had refused were slaughtered by their own kind. His father, Ambrós, choose to hide the young boy away in a township far separated from the war, and beseeched him to forego the part of him that would only mean death. He agreed to push the dragon side of him down into his soul, and after a number of years, nearly forgot it was there.
Kyle worked and lived as a human. He had fallen in love with a young village woman named Madailéin, and the two had promised their lives to one another. Madailéin had no idea of Kyle’s ‘abilities’ and the man had no intention of having her find out. Unfortunately, as the years had passed, the dark dragons had devastated most of the villages in the surrounding lands, and so they were getting closer and closer to the place where the two lovers lived.
When the man learned that his wife was with child; the shifter was forced to make a heart-breaking decision in order to protect them. He began his training as a dragon slayer.
The shifter was a formidable opponent. He took down many of the monsters, and even seemed to have taken the notice of the gods, for when he was hurt, they cried for his pain (the rain) and was healed more rapidly than any mortal they had ever seen. Of course they had no idea this was not a gift from the gods, but the powerful dragon blood that was intermingled with his own.
He became a hero to his people. The dragon species was nearly eradicated, and the world was far safer. Unfortunately, this brought about the attentions of a dark sorceress that had survived the ages by capturing dragons and using their potent blood to make herself immortal.
As the species numbers had dwindled she had in her possession one of the last of the creatures. His blood was nearly exhausted for her spells and potions, and so she tortured the beast until he revealed the truth of a dragon shifter that lived among man.
Thinking that if she captured this man he could bear children of the same lineage, and thus, sustain the bloodline that would keep her forever young; she tracked Kyle down to his village.
The witch took his pregnant wife prisoner; swearing that if Kyle did not sacrifice himself to her, the mortal would die. The man had no choice but to bow to the sorceress; he could not see his wife and unborn child die before his eyes.
Kyle was made to live as a slave; not only drained of his blood by the witch, but also used as a ‘stud’; forced to lay with human women in order to birth more children with the ability to transform into dragon.
It nearly killed him. The only thing that kept him breathing was the hope that one day he would be reunited with Madailéin and the child he had never seen.
Little did he know that he would never see his wife alive again and the child was being raised as the witch’s son.
A young handmaiden, who had fallen in love with the fierce warrior, took pity on him, sneaking in to his cell and telling him of the ghastly truth.
Kyle was enraged. Though he was kept in a weakened state by the sorceress’ magic in order to keep him numb and compliant, he still had the ability to change into the great beast. All this time he had conceded to her requests without argue for fear that any quarrel would cause Madailéin’s demise; now the time for retribution had come to pass.
Anger and misery gave him supremacy. As a dragon he was larger than most; fierce; powerful. He demolished the witch’s fortress and all who lived within, save the witch. He meant to eat every part of her slowly, and so she would feel the pain she had caused him.
But the sorceress was crafty and had been planning if this should ever take place. The witch told Kyle that his son still lived, and she and only one other had the knowledge of his location. If he were to let her live, she would contact him with said knowledge and a vow that he would be unharmed. If he killed her and was unable to send out word, the minion that knew of his whereabouts would slay the babe.
Kyle hungered for revenge, but could not bring about the death of his son; part of his beloved Madailéin, by his actions.
He let the witch go, and awaited word...a word that would never come.
The shifter spent an eternity searching for his son, and the witch that betrayed him. He became a hardened, heartless killer, seeking out monsters (like him) that preyed on the innocent.
It wasn't until meeting the blind human female Lillian Galleau did the dragon realize that a heart still beat within his chest. She painted scenes of him from the past, and eventually, broke down the wall around his soul.
kyle believes Lillie, pregnant with his child, is the reincarnation of his first love. And this time he will not lose her.
RP Sample:
Kiran sat atop his stool by the door; looking ahead but seeing nothing.
The night had been too quiet; though the place was packed and lively, the crowd was behaving too well and he was itching for some action.
When a group of attractive human females came though the door, only then did he really look up. They were throwing off high levels of pheromones and as a male with heightened senses, the scent was too strong to ignore.
They all but devoured him with their eyes. Even wearing a taut black tee and a pair of frayed jeans, the Lycan felt naked. Crossing his arms over his chest he glanced downward so that his long hair fall into his face; a curtain of locks with which to hide.
Seeing his disinterest, eventually they moved on to a group of more susceptible males in the bar; but his actions had not gone unnoticed.
A fellow pack mate approached, clapping him on the back with such force Kiran was almost knocked from the stool. Almost.
“Kiran, you dumb dog! Those humans are in heat. You could have had them all...and probably simultaneously!” The Lycan shook his head and laughed. “What’s wrong? You broken?”
Kiran gripped the stool with both hands to keep from throttling his brother. “I am NOT broken.” He growled low in his throat and cast the wolf a feral glare. “They smell like disease.”
Of course this was a lie; the women smelled absolutely delicious. Perhaps if it were any other time he would have had one or all of them, but not on this night; the anniversary of Madailéin’s death.
Turning away from the other lycan, Kiran made it clear he was in no mood for his brother’s teasing. The lycan made a disgusted noise as he left the bouncer by himself, but not without muttering something about Kiran’s sexuality.
Kiran rolled his eyes but refrained from ripping his brother’s head off his neck. He’d probably think the same thing if the situation was reversed. Instead, he stood up and stretched his limbs, nodding to another bouncer who came over to relieve him.
Kiran moved behind the bar and helped himself to two long necks; one of which he down right then in a few heavy gulps, and the other he took out back where a quiet terrace over looked a glassy lake.
The stars shined like diamonds on the onyx water and a full moon cast an ethereal light over the night.
Kiran sighed and took a long pull off the cold brew, perching himself on the wooden handrail.
Maybe he could just hide out here for the rest of his shift; tell the boss that he’d ended up with one of those human females after all.
The idea was a good one, and almost had him smiling instead of aching to howl at the moon; that is until a group of drunken partiers came out for a little more ‘privacy’.
Kiran exhaled heavily and took another pull from his beer. Man, it was going to be a long night.
