September 11th, 2004
|wulffie||12:55 am - Biography Application Form|
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Place of Origin:
Name: Starfield Mortis
Race: Feline with infused Dragon blood in his system.
Occupation: Pet, Smith, and Guard.
Homeland: A place near Drakorian territory, long since forgotten.
Birthdate: January 31st
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 164 lbs.
Eyes: neonic green
Scales: Black (no fur)
Markings: Gray star like dots, and scars on his arms, paws and chest.
Budding magic powers due to his dragon blood. He also is a training medic, having a healers touch so to speak..
He has a few quirks and faults, he hates anyone touching his hat or his Books, he is usually broody and cranky and antisocial(sometimes) but he loves everyone and wants the best for all.
A Damascus Sakabatou Katana, a Bamboo green flute that will never crack or break, several books and packets of herbs, teas and medical bandages and clothing.
His family, he never knew. He was sold into slavery, being sold back and forth till he was sold to a kind and gentle Master and Mistress who veiwed their slaves as living beings and servants. There, he met and fell in love with two other slaves. during his time with them he was being taught to protect and fight as well as smith weapons and play to some music on the flute and sitar they owned. One day it all came to a shattering end when a Feral Dragon attacked and killed his two loved ones while he was guarding the other slaves during harvesting. He swiftly ran and did battle with the Dragon using his own self made damascus Rapier. The violent battle was long but eventually he slew the beast, yet near death himself with burns and open wounds, covered in the dragon's own blood. Suddenly, the wounds began burning him from the blood, his eyes did so as well, causing him to pass out... only to wake and have black Obsidian eyes and healed yet scarred body. He was Grief stricken and broken over his loss. He could feel the dragon's blood in his blood... reminding him of his past and curse.
His Master and Mistress set him free to hopefully allow him to recover, to be free and perhaps die honourably. He wandered and finally, he has wandered here, looking about, he wishes to settle down sometime.
|Date:||September 23rd, 2004 07:18 pm (UTC)|| |
post this as a NEW post, not a comment, thanks ^^