Name: Coryn
Age: Uknown
Gender: male
Personality: Coryn has a very cheerful and playful attitude. When he's feeling down or not to good he always tries to find he brighter side of life instead of mulling over something that happened weeks ago. He looks for happiness in dragons and if he finds it he tries to become their friend. He is a very social dragon and will be friendly to almost anyone. He doesn't believe that one dragon is better than the other and that they are all equal, but he still obeys rankings in Clans. He can work hard, but he would much rather find a friend and go play. Coryn can be a retard at some times and he loves to make everyone laugh. When he cracks jokes they may not be the best when he tells them, but he'll always find someway to make the joke funny. Coryn loves to explore and find new things. He likes to takes friends along on his adventures so that they can experience what he's seen. He loves to look for new challenges every day and, I know this may sounds absurd, but he loves to climb. Almost every time when he comes back from exploration he usually brings back something important; be it food, rare gems, or bedding.
Species: Draaaagoooon!!!! >:D
Powers: Alchemy!
Weaknesses: Not being able to use his two front hands/claws/paws....what ever they're called x]
History: Coryn comes from a world of darkness and hate, a veritable hell known as Nokaru. Evil radiates here like heat from the sun. Such was this place that every heart was filled with an overpowering thirst for destruction.
Coryn’s Clan was strong here. His alpha and father, Kova held the dragons in an iron grip, blood dripping from his mouth. He had used those jaws to kill hundreds; he was dictator in this land of darkness. His mate was known as Katrina; she too, was horrid and strong. Two strong, powerful dragons with hate in their blood and strength in their bodies.
But something was wrong with their wyrmling. His two littermates were normal, but he had been formed differently. This difference would weaken the Clan, and he had to be killed. Coryn was given a week, a grace period that was more for the Clan than for the misfortunate wyrmling himself. He was treated as her siblings, he drank his fill of his mother’s milk and enjoyed the warmth of the den. But when the day came for his death, his removal from the pack’s hierarchy, Kova knew something was wrong. He sniffed the air as he approached the den, his feet hitting the rocky ground silently as he advanced. Katrina should have been there, caring for his offspring. But he could only pick up an old scent; Coryn’s was faint and old as well. He could hear two pups whimpering, smelled their new fur.
He pushed himself into the entrance and found Nikara nursing instead. Something had gone wrong; Nikara was not a caregiver; Nikara was close to Katrina.“Why are you here?” he snarled, outraged, “Where is Katrina?” Foam pooled on his lips, his bloodsoaked jaws that could never be clean again. He didn’t wait for her to respond. Leaping forward his m*censored*ive paws grasped and tore at the young female’s neck. The wyrmlings tumbled away from their meal. For effect, he showed her his teeth. “Where is she?!” The words shot from his mouth, soaking Nikara’s coarse fur with spittle. She whimpered, like a newborn pup instead of a killer. “I said tell me!” His foot crushed her windpipe and she gasped, “Please…” He could feel her muscles tense in terror. “Let me go, and I’ll tell you…please.” He loved when they pleaded, when they tried to make deals to save their lives. He moved his paw.“Now,” he began, “tell me where Katrina is, or I’ll kill you,” His voice was cool, but there was a tide of anger and hate behind it. If the world knew his progeny was so…different, his reputation would suffer. Nikara, confidence returning now that she was not reduced to such a vulnerable position, stood her ground. “I’ll never tell you.” He lunged for her then, her defiance too much for him to handle.
This time she was not taken by surprise and fought back. She was not an alpha for a reason; he was stronger and faster. Her back to the ground, his m*censored*ive teeth gripped around her neck, he asked, “Even at the cost of your life?” Nikara did not tremble, did not beg. “Yes.”He bit down into the soft flesh and threw her against the den wall. His pups, eyes still closed, were nearly crushed beneath the she-wolf’s heaving flesh. Nikara was badly injured. Blood flowed freely from the open wound on her neck and her sides heaved with the very effort to stay alive. “Are you sure?” Kova taunted her, walking slowly to her death-bed. She lifted her head and shot him a look, “Never.” The sound gurgled around a fresh round of blood vomit. Kovu grasped the wound with his jaws, enjoyed the metallic tang of the liquid as he lifted the paralyzed Nikara against the den wall. She growled and tried to push him away with still-functioning claws. It was mere obligation; she would not survive if he left her to her own devices.
His jaws closed, the flesh cut cleanly from her throat. When he let her go, there was a soft thump as her dead flesh hit the floor. She did not get back up.Business complete, he turned to look at the wolves outside the den. They had gathered to hear, to listen, to see what had occurred. Kova tilted his head, blood running frivolously down his face and neck. “Take her body outside the camp,” He glanced at his pups who could not see the carnage before them. “She is not of our pack. Leave her for the vultures.”
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Other: I got the idea for the this character from Fullmetal Alchemist! Yay for Edward Elric!! :D
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