Post by MissTris on Oct 6, 2010 17:18:38 GMT -5
These two are, in a sense the SAME PERSON...with the ability to be two. The relationship they share is unique and rare...Sanketsu is the alternative personality of Aime. He lives in her head and hears/see/smells/feels all she does. He has been there with her for roughly ten years. He wandered in one day and has not left it for long term. He does walk around on his own outside of her-sometimes splitting them, or overpowering her and being himself. Normally he comes forward when things become to great for Aime, or if she starts to feel angry and he feeds on it. He acclaims himself her Shadow-their relationship is symbiotic-parasitic.
Name:Aime, though sometimes called Tris
Gender:Female
Race:Dracor- A red wolf-Western Dragon hybrid.
Age: 21
Appearance: Tris is more like the wolf as her family line has bred more with them. All of her family have bottle green eyes with pupils slited like a cat. Her forelegs are divided at the elbow down is dragon scale, crimson in color with dark grey claws topping each of her 3 front fingers and her thumb. She has decent grip in her fore talons for this. Around her eyes is a scaled pattern but the rest of her face is red wolf, the top of her muzzle being a dusty brown while the rest fades into her brighter red. She has a small single line of ridges down her back, starting from just behind her ears. They are a dusty grey color. Her coat in particular is a fine red, not bright flame red but not a dull one either. All of her coat has a lighter walnut brown in it, giving it an almost coppery look in the full sunlight. The backs of her back legs, along the edge of her belly and in her mane have more brown in them than any other place on her and the red is almost subdued there. The top of her tail mixes more evenly giving a more two toned appearance while the underside lacks a lot of the walnut tint.
She does posses a scar well hidden in her fur on her right back leg. She put much time into working it hidden for she is not at all proud of it. It takes up much of her haunch and into her ankle. The fur there is more tousled and wild looking then the rest of her sleek frame due to the tissue not healing fully. When she over exerts herself her muscles will twitch and spasm and for a few day she will go limping as he muscle in the leg relaxes.
The only other physical thing that shows her dragon heritage is her wings. Crimson like the scales with a dusty rose wing leather they are large enough to allow her some flight but not long distances.
Tris is small for species and can be considered the runt of her hatch. She’s only 5’0 high and 4’5 long. She is also skinny and built more for running with the muscular legs. Her wings are hollow boned like a bird and stretch just above 9 feet. Around 9\'3 appox.
Besides her hidden scar which makes her side more tousled. She wears a silver crescent moon pendent on a leather necklace rope. Often she wears a pair of leather fingerless gloves on her talons, to keep her paws from getting very dirty and calloused. Because she loves decoration and body art she wears three wooden bangles on her front left leg and two on her right.
Appearance Human: Short, only 5'0 tall and rounded with shoulder length red tinted Dirty Blond hair of the loose curl persuasion her eyes glint Blue with golden flecks. Prone to smiling, though she laughs when she gets hurt. Often found wearing loose tee shirts, and flared jeans, though from time to time she will surprise by wearing a dress she does not wear shoes unless she has to. She believes in being a freepaw. In this shape she still wears her pendant, bangles and gloves as well. All in all she does not really alarming, knowing this she carries a switch blade knife in easy access.
Job: Novelist and part time Park Ranger.
Personality:Bright and curious she seldom frowns but when she does it often is quickly replaced with a chagrined smile. Tris tries to keep a good aspect on life no matter what happens to her because she has always had a good prospect crop up to keep her from fatal harm. Fiery and enthusiastic about most everything around her she will volunteer to do what others will not, or try to be the first to help. She does not like to be alone much, her breed are very fiercely loyal to one another and like to stick together. Seldom was there one Dracor seen that another was not nearby, and if not that them some sort of companion.
Often others do not believe her age because of the childlike innocence she seems to possess, however she is rather clever and knows more then she seems. She deems this child like action a way to amuse herself and others, though much of it is how she had turned out on her own use to how she was raised.
Tris loves to ask questions and quite often does not think before she starts to talk. She does not mean offence most of the time. However, there are instances where she speaks about someone else that she has found offence to herself.
She does have a mothering side though and will be serious when the need comes around. She is often able to pull herself and others out of a scrap but prefers to stay back some due to her size, for fear of getting hurt by larger beasts.
Power(s):Dracor all have magic running in their blood, Tris is not powerful, the power in her blood is more deluded, then it once had been. She cannot really control it. She lifts small things *nothing weighing more than 7 lbs.* sometimes things change color or shape *once again only small things* Small clouds pop up now and then, enough to drop a few specks of rain before disappearing when she is sad.
However, if she is intensely frightened, which is extremely rare, the magic might pool together in her enough to effect something larger then what she normally can. It will do something along the lines of what she normally can, but at a larger scale.
A direct aspect from her dragon heritage is her ability to breath flame. She only gets up to three feet for a short amount of time. When frightened she can reach up to four for a long time period.
Other: Tris loves all sorts of things, more so then what she does not agree to. She loves food quite a bit but does not eat excessively. The food that she is most fond of is shellfish and often is slightly damp from fishing. She loves to travel, even small distances but she prefers to have a companion with her or be around someone.
Tris rather loves silver, both the color and the metal. She is attracted to males (particularly wolves or wolf like men) with silver in their coat/hair but female companions she has no preferences. She is also quite in love with games of any sort, particularly the game her brothers had made called Objective. She tries to teach others how to play but it is a difficult game.
Tris does have her dislikes though, whether smell, taste, or things that are done. Oddly she is not fond of the smell of vanilla. She has come to distaste it greatly because of the incident with the hikers. As to actions, she does not like pessimism and tries to explain a better point. She also does not like others who judge her by her size. Others needing to die and others believing they have no purpose in life.
Tris, like any other living, thinking being, has a fear, at least one. Tris does have the old fear of not being accepted by anyone. She dreads being left on her own to fend for herself without anyone’s friendship. If she has a place to come back to when she wanders she is contented, but if she is kicked from a pack, her fear can fog her brain and for up to a week she cannot be counseled.
Name:Aime, though sometimes called Tris
Gender:Female
Race:Dracor- A red wolf-Western Dragon hybrid.
Age: 21
Appearance: Tris is more like the wolf as her family line has bred more with them. All of her family have bottle green eyes with pupils slited like a cat. Her forelegs are divided at the elbow down is dragon scale, crimson in color with dark grey claws topping each of her 3 front fingers and her thumb. She has decent grip in her fore talons for this. Around her eyes is a scaled pattern but the rest of her face is red wolf, the top of her muzzle being a dusty brown while the rest fades into her brighter red. She has a small single line of ridges down her back, starting from just behind her ears. They are a dusty grey color. Her coat in particular is a fine red, not bright flame red but not a dull one either. All of her coat has a lighter walnut brown in it, giving it an almost coppery look in the full sunlight. The backs of her back legs, along the edge of her belly and in her mane have more brown in them than any other place on her and the red is almost subdued there. The top of her tail mixes more evenly giving a more two toned appearance while the underside lacks a lot of the walnut tint.
She does posses a scar well hidden in her fur on her right back leg. She put much time into working it hidden for she is not at all proud of it. It takes up much of her haunch and into her ankle. The fur there is more tousled and wild looking then the rest of her sleek frame due to the tissue not healing fully. When she over exerts herself her muscles will twitch and spasm and for a few day she will go limping as he muscle in the leg relaxes.
The only other physical thing that shows her dragon heritage is her wings. Crimson like the scales with a dusty rose wing leather they are large enough to allow her some flight but not long distances.
Tris is small for species and can be considered the runt of her hatch. She’s only 5’0 high and 4’5 long. She is also skinny and built more for running with the muscular legs. Her wings are hollow boned like a bird and stretch just above 9 feet. Around 9\'3 appox.
Besides her hidden scar which makes her side more tousled. She wears a silver crescent moon pendent on a leather necklace rope. Often she wears a pair of leather fingerless gloves on her talons, to keep her paws from getting very dirty and calloused. Because she loves decoration and body art she wears three wooden bangles on her front left leg and two on her right.
Appearance Human: Short, only 5'0 tall and rounded with shoulder length red tinted Dirty Blond hair of the loose curl persuasion her eyes glint Blue with golden flecks. Prone to smiling, though she laughs when she gets hurt. Often found wearing loose tee shirts, and flared jeans, though from time to time she will surprise by wearing a dress she does not wear shoes unless she has to. She believes in being a freepaw. In this shape she still wears her pendant, bangles and gloves as well. All in all she does not really alarming, knowing this she carries a switch blade knife in easy access.
Job: Novelist and part time Park Ranger.
Personality:Bright and curious she seldom frowns but when she does it often is quickly replaced with a chagrined smile. Tris tries to keep a good aspect on life no matter what happens to her because she has always had a good prospect crop up to keep her from fatal harm. Fiery and enthusiastic about most everything around her she will volunteer to do what others will not, or try to be the first to help. She does not like to be alone much, her breed are very fiercely loyal to one another and like to stick together. Seldom was there one Dracor seen that another was not nearby, and if not that them some sort of companion.
Often others do not believe her age because of the childlike innocence she seems to possess, however she is rather clever and knows more then she seems. She deems this child like action a way to amuse herself and others, though much of it is how she had turned out on her own use to how she was raised.
Tris loves to ask questions and quite often does not think before she starts to talk. She does not mean offence most of the time. However, there are instances where she speaks about someone else that she has found offence to herself.
She does have a mothering side though and will be serious when the need comes around. She is often able to pull herself and others out of a scrap but prefers to stay back some due to her size, for fear of getting hurt by larger beasts.
Power(s):Dracor all have magic running in their blood, Tris is not powerful, the power in her blood is more deluded, then it once had been. She cannot really control it. She lifts small things *nothing weighing more than 7 lbs.* sometimes things change color or shape *once again only small things* Small clouds pop up now and then, enough to drop a few specks of rain before disappearing when she is sad.
However, if she is intensely frightened, which is extremely rare, the magic might pool together in her enough to effect something larger then what she normally can. It will do something along the lines of what she normally can, but at a larger scale.
A direct aspect from her dragon heritage is her ability to breath flame. She only gets up to three feet for a short amount of time. When frightened she can reach up to four for a long time period.
Other: Tris loves all sorts of things, more so then what she does not agree to. She loves food quite a bit but does not eat excessively. The food that she is most fond of is shellfish and often is slightly damp from fishing. She loves to travel, even small distances but she prefers to have a companion with her or be around someone.
Tris rather loves silver, both the color and the metal. She is attracted to males (particularly wolves or wolf like men) with silver in their coat/hair but female companions she has no preferences. She is also quite in love with games of any sort, particularly the game her brothers had made called Objective. She tries to teach others how to play but it is a difficult game.
Tris does have her dislikes though, whether smell, taste, or things that are done. Oddly she is not fond of the smell of vanilla. She has come to distaste it greatly because of the incident with the hikers. As to actions, she does not like pessimism and tries to explain a better point. She also does not like others who judge her by her size. Others needing to die and others believing they have no purpose in life.
Tris, like any other living, thinking being, has a fear, at least one. Tris does have the old fear of not being accepted by anyone. She dreads being left on her own to fend for herself without anyone’s friendship. If she has a place to come back to when she wanders she is contented, but if she is kicked from a pack, her fear can fog her brain and for up to a week she cannot be counseled.
