Post by Kaikano on Dec 12, 2005 18:26:56 GMT -5
Name: Scorn
Age: 19 years
Gender: Male
Eats: Flesh and bone
Walks: Two legged
Species: Tyrannosaurus Rex
Length: 30 ft
Weight: 4 tons
Color/markings: Reddish skin with pale gray stripes going down from his back with overlaying black stripes and a pale grayish underside and lower legs.
Skin type: Scales
Other description: Bright green eyes, scar across chest, left leg, right thigh, back of neck and tail base.
Personality: Rambucious and unpredictable, he's kind of a black sheep. He's always out to find some trouble to get into and has a quick enough mind to weasel his way out of trouble with higher-ups. He's easily excited and just as easily annoyed but is a good guy through and through. He's always looking for ways to make himself look good, whether it be taking down a creature much too big for him or leaping from an impossible height. As one might expect, he hurts himself...a lot. But, he sticks with it all, a real trooper...though not without complaining. Despite being full of adolescent energy, he's quite lazy when it comes to things he doesn't want to do and voices it with much consistency. To put this bull bluntly: energetic, rebellious teenager.
History: Not much happened in Scorn's early years. His was hatched out of twelve eggs and was one of three yearling survivors. He was the runt of the clutch and always getting picked on by his much larger sisters. However, instead of bringing him down, it encouraged his determination to be more than most dinos his size. Life went on and, when he was old enough, he was chased away by his father as he was competition for dominance. It was actually more flattering than anything as this only proved that the little one's father believed he would become something one day. So, he set to wandering, hoping to start a family of his own...
Sample Post: A monstrous maw opened wide in a bellowing yawn, sharpened teeth gleaming brightly in the rising sunlight. Green eyes blinked mindlessly. Why was he up this early? Slitted pupils stared blankly at the horizon, their owner still half asleep. The sun wasn't even up yet. Had the Rex had an alarm clock it would blinked 5:30 back at him. Way to early for him... Sighing and yawning once more, the tyrant lizard prince fell over lazily, causing the ground beneath him to shake violently. In mere minutes, hollow chest heaved calmly, forcing loud snoring from the snout of the now sleeping giant...