MY CHARACTER
Name: Aveleon (No last name, will be explained.)
Age: In Human years? 20. In Shaldrak years? 50.
Gender: In the Shaldrak species, there is no male, or female. There is merely young bearing warriors, and non-young bearing warriors. 'She' is a young bearing warrior.
Race: Shaldrak (Shall-dr-ack)
Profession: Front-line warrior
Appearance: Aveleon has pale green skin, darker in places where she has been injured, lighter in places that have been hidden. She has long scruffy fire green hair, which ends at the back of her knees. Her eyes are a dark violet, surrounded by larger than life almond eye shape. Her mouth is one of a dragon's, protruding, and making her look violent what with her sharp, long teeth, and forked tongue. She has ears not unlike an elves, abnormally long and pointy. On her forehead there is a line of hard, protruding black scales which starts in the middle at the start of her hairline, and finishes on top of her head. On her face there are also swirls around the corners of her eyes, and up her ears. They are the marks the young-bearers get, to help distinguish the non-young bearers from the young bearers. Though the chest area helps. Her figure is quite thin, with noticeable hips and smaller chest area. Her shoulders are marked with the warrior marks, which are a combination of swirls, the word for warrior in their language, and the word luck (in the English language). These special marks travel down her arms, down over her chest, they flow down on her stomach, breaking off and travelling down each of her legs, ending at the end of her big-toes. They also travel down her back, and down the back of her legs, though these marks stop half way down the calf. Her feet are longer than a humans, but not wider. The extra length on their feet helps them to be quicker, more agile, and quieter in travelling, and fighting. She has a long, thick dark green dragon tail coming out from just above where her bottom starts, and it is lined with many spikes on the end of it. It is way thinner than the real tail, but does it's job well. She stands at a tall 9 feet 3, she is taller then most of her kind, as their average height is 8 feet 5.
Personality: Aveleon is reserved, only allowing people through the wall when they have proved to her that they won't die. Even when she does let them in, she still doesn't know how to show her emotions, as her race is a warrior race and doesn't know much else. She can be quite violent towards different races, especially if she believes them to be below her, as she does the Ushiqa. She will lash out unexpectedly if she is cornered, physically or mentally. Her views on the world are mixed. She has been taught that younger races should not have arrived on Earth and are told that they must be glad when the weaker races are killed, but she herself believes that as weak as they are, they should be given a chance to prove themselves. She can be quite rash, making decisions and choices that will endanger her life without thinking about it, it's natural to her. She is quite strong in her arms, and is skilled with maces, and other handheld weapons. Though she is not good at fighting the human way, with her fists and legs. She is quite sarcastic, and gets frustrated when someone can not understand her. She can not tell what is edible or not, and is not good at keeping a group together.
Biography: When Aveleon was born, they were in a time of great turmoil and war between races. Her mother was excused from the battle during birth and until Aveleon was old enough to wield a simple sword. She was trained for several years, until she was 20 (7 in human years) and entered her first war. It was a mild one, and the older dragon half-breeds won the battle easily - too easily. The next wave of enemies were much bigger, stronger, more dangerous. The younger Shaldrak's were sent to the back quickly, but Aveleon hid from the carers and continued to battle it out. One of the enemies stumbled upon the young half breed, with a look of determination as she mindlessly stabbed her way through the enemies, smiling slightly when her sword actually hit something. The enemy swiped out at her and she screamed as the claws dug through her side, blood spilling out. Aveleon turned and fled, dropping the sword and counting on her adrenaline to take her to the safety of the camp.
Years later the long 3 lined scar was stretched across her side, and she trained harder every time she saw it. Her parents and mentor had been killed long ago, and she wanted to do them proud. Battle after war after battle, she killed and helped conquer other races, fighting her way to the front line. She chose the mace as her preferred weapon, marveling at the way the weapon was so alike to her tail.
When she got her warrior marks, she stood proud and tall as the painful ceremony began, and as it concluded, she slipped away into the night, the forest. When she came back, the village was silent. She asked the grieving Shaldraks, and found out that there had been a silent attack, and someone was missing. This was the first occurrence of the Accudo, though they didn't know this. Week after week, reports came in of rumours of the murders, and of how the humans had helped create them. The murders had occurred more rapidly now, and Aveleon had no more purpose with the pack, if all she was going to do was fall victim to this Accudo. She ran into the night, like she did on that first fateful night, and hasn't looked back since, still blindly fighting her way through what is thought to be an impossible battle to survive.
History: The Shaldrak race began when dragon blood was spilled on sacred ground, and human blood soon after. The first Shaldrak rose from the ground as a small, helpless and blue creature, spouting fire and looking more like a dragon than a human. More and more rose, until all the dragon blood that had been spilled, was used up. After many years of breeding, the human blood was slowly taking over. The Shaldraks evolved (in the late Bronze Age) to be a dark green with a more human posture, but still spouting fire and having claws and wings. They soon discovered that large pieces of wood and stone, carved by an adult, could be made easier to hold, therefore insuring more success with hunting.
As humans evolved, the Shaldrak's evolved with them, though hidden from sight. When the humans made the first weapons, the Shaldrak's got hold of them and were pretty much what they are now, though more experimenting with the weapons, not really knowing what to do with them. They soon got experienced in handling the weapons, but unfortunately, the feeders (cooks, chefs etc.) in the pack died out and the warrior Shaldrak's were left to wildly pick berries and eat them, hoping that they were edible.
Culture: The Shaldrak's did not believe in any gods, but preferred to believe in themselves, and occasionally, other races. They did, however, idolize the first Shaldrak, but to an extent. Politically, they did not have any one leader. It was a group of people, and with each circumstance, the younger Shaldrak's turned to a certain group member to lead them. But the majority of the Shaldrak's, were independent in the pack, having the group there only to calm the young. They were prohibited from mating with another race, in a wild attempt to keep their blood pure. There were no cities, rather there were villages, stone houses in a cluster, civilised 'people' living together to survive, because a Shaldrak on their own was useless in the way of identifying food, making specific tools, and in most, one-on-one combat. But when the Accudo struck, only few were knocked down, killed, taken. But slowly, as other races ended, the Accudo took interest of the strong Shaldrak's, beckoning them into it's grasp, and started to tear the race apart viciously. The hundred or so that survived were the lone ones, the ones that left when it started, or when it became obvious what was happening, like Aveleon.
There are no last names, because the Shaldraks in the early years, had decided they wanted everyone to be united as family, so instead of arguing, they agreed that they should have none.
Cultural Images: (Look up at appearances for the female Shaldrak) The male is similar, but with wider shoulders, slimmer hips. Their scales on their heads were also larger, and their jaws were wider. The feet were slightly smaller, and they had larger calves. Hands were also larger, and they had no marks upon their faces, besides war-based injuries.
The clothes they were wore simple. A crop-top style plain midnight blue shirt for the front-line warrior females, and a simple tunic of the same blue for the males. The pants were shorts for the females, made from the same material as the shirt, and it had a skirt of top, slightly longer than the shorts. They were midnight blue as well, with white trimmings.
Shaldraks were slightly slimmer than the Ranix, more agile than humans, and a lot stronger than both species, though Aveleon doesn't know how much stronger. They are also quieter than a lot of races, except in battle where the battle cry can be heard at the start, with grunts accompanying the fighting, and a death scream when they er, die.
Their art is in the special symbols they have either sewn, or painted on their clothes. Each Shaldrak makes up a special mark - a word, their name written in swirls, an animal they saw - that is known as theirs until they die. There are also certain objects passed down generation to generation - a stone bracelet, a metal sword, a painting on a rock - that is a family 'jewel'.
Other: They can read and write in English - though they might have trouble. Therefore they can speak it, though with a heavy accent, which generally makes what they say seem foreign. Only ones which have open ears can fully understand what a Shaldrak is saying in English. The accent is a mix between a french, italian, a romanian, with a touch of a dragon's huskiness in there.
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