Braydon
POSTED ON Nov 27, 2016 21:00:41 GMT
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[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE //Twenty-Three [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER //Male [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]RACE //Hylian [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]ROLE //NA [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]OCCUPATION //Warrior [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]ELEMENT //Din |
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY
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Brayden, pronounced and spelled 'Braydon' cause he's his own master, is an easy to misunderstand Hylian, but this is to be expected. Being separated from his parents so young only to be taken into the sweltering and cool range of caverns around Death Mountain by Lizalfos, he's not good with common. He speaks broken common (only what he's learned from travelers), hissing, chittering and imitating various Lizalfos noises.[break][break]
When it comes to his lounge, he is ... sort of loyal... was.. he was, it's complicated. He grew tired of the alpha and his ways. The alpha bites and lashes out at them almost always unprovoked, especially Braydon. He's so soft compared to their hard scales, the only scales on him having been a set of tattoos bringing him into their ways. But the day he lashed back at their alpha was the day that he was cast out from the lounge. This causes him to hold a hatred for quite a few other lizalfos, and other monsters as well. A large part of that being the way he was marked in shame.[break][break]
He wants to try to integrate into human society to see if he does better there, but he's scared of humans in a way. He knows it would be easy for them to out number him. He's so strange, he obviously doesn't belong with them, or so he thinks. They're the same race, but no the same upbringing and he's unsure if his monster like behaviors would put off alot of civilized society. And he understands his odds are low and if he can't find a way to integrate.... well then it looks like he'll be a loungeless pile of tattooed scales out in the wilds of Hyrule. He accepted this when he chose to lash out at the alpha and bear the mark of an outcast.[break][break]
He, currently, is still very Lizalfos in demeanor, as of the creation of this app. He hisses, bites, scratches at and postures when he feels threatened. He could be described as feral, but he's actually very intelligent, and could learn quickly for his circumstances, should he ever be presented patience for his temperament and the shock he would go through in any potential change.
Brayden, pronounced and spelled 'Braydon' cause he's his own master, is an easy to misunderstand Hylian, but this is to be expected. Being separated from his parents so young only to be taken into the sweltering and cool range of caverns around Death Mountain by Lizalfos, he's not good with common. He speaks broken common (only what he's learned from travelers), hissing, chittering and imitating various Lizalfos noises.[break][break]
When it comes to his lounge, he is ... sort of loyal... was.. he was, it's complicated. He grew tired of the alpha and his ways. The alpha bites and lashes out at them almost always unprovoked, especially Braydon. He's so soft compared to their hard scales, the only scales on him having been a set of tattoos bringing him into their ways. But the day he lashed back at their alpha was the day that he was cast out from the lounge. This causes him to hold a hatred for quite a few other lizalfos, and other monsters as well. A large part of that being the way he was marked in shame.[break][break]
He wants to try to integrate into human society to see if he does better there, but he's scared of humans in a way. He knows it would be easy for them to out number him. He's so strange, he obviously doesn't belong with them, or so he thinks. They're the same race, but no the same upbringing and he's unsure if his monster like behaviors would put off alot of civilized society. And he understands his odds are low and if he can't find a way to integrate.... well then it looks like he'll be a loungeless pile of tattooed scales out in the wilds of Hyrule. He accepted this when he chose to lash out at the alpha and bear the mark of an outcast.[break][break]
He, currently, is still very Lizalfos in demeanor, as of the creation of this app. He hisses, bites, scratches at and postures when he feels threatened. He could be described as feral, but he's actually very intelligent, and could learn quickly for his circumstances, should he ever be presented patience for his temperament and the shock he would go through in any potential change.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]APPEARANCE
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He is a tall Hylian warrior, and stands at an intimidating 6'8 when standing up straight. But like the beasts he was raised among, he walks with a slight slouch from time to time, his knees slightly bent. He's fit and limber as well, but he prides his self in his lone wolf fighting style, and vitality. While most of his adoptive race attack in pairs, he attacks alone, and can take a hit better than most, leaving him with many scars lining his body, and many more scratches and nicks covering his sword.[break][break]
He has sharp, emerald eyes with a rosacea of his sclera, meaning that when it flares, his sclera will become reddened. Underneath the face paint he wears on the top half of his face are scale tattoos under his eyes and along his cheekbones. Black scales with flecks of orange and yellow.[break][break]
He carries a scimitar on his hip, which is attached to his loin cloth. The loin cloth is battered and torn, red in color with his own adopted family emblem on it. On the opposite side of his hip that his scimitar is on, there are two chains hanging off of his loin cloth for decoration. Simply for decoration. The leather along the hips help tighten and hold it in place though, as well as provide mild protection.[break][break]
His scaling tattoo doesn't cover him entirely, but definitely has a pattern of its own. Under his eyes, collar bone, ribs under his arms, along his outer bicep, across his shoulders, down his spine and a large patch at his lower back, on the outer parts of his thighs he has tattoos., and has patches of reddish orange skin on certain parts of his body, mostly where there is more bone than there is flesh.The tattoos are largely a base of black, orange, yellow and off white spread through out the marks. Based on this lizard. To help cover this, he wears a black under armor, with red wraps to support his wrists and ankles that he has yet to grow used to using in a mostly human manner. He rarely wears anything else, only what he's lucked into via trading.[break][break]
He is a tall Hylian warrior, and stands at an intimidating 6'8 when standing up straight. But like the beasts he was raised among, he walks with a slight slouch from time to time, his knees slightly bent. He's fit and limber as well, but he prides his self in his lone wolf fighting style, and vitality. While most of his adoptive race attack in pairs, he attacks alone, and can take a hit better than most, leaving him with many scars lining his body, and many more scratches and nicks covering his sword.[break][break]
He has sharp, emerald eyes with a rosacea of his sclera, meaning that when it flares, his sclera will become reddened. Underneath the face paint he wears on the top half of his face are scale tattoos under his eyes and along his cheekbones. Black scales with flecks of orange and yellow.[break][break]
He carries a scimitar on his hip, which is attached to his loin cloth. The loin cloth is battered and torn, red in color with his own adopted family emblem on it. On the opposite side of his hip that his scimitar is on, there are two chains hanging off of his loin cloth for decoration. Simply for decoration. The leather along the hips help tighten and hold it in place though, as well as provide mild protection.[break][break]
His scaling tattoo doesn't cover him entirely, but definitely has a pattern of its own. Under his eyes, collar bone, ribs under his arms, along his outer bicep, across his shoulders, down his spine and a large patch at his lower back, on the outer parts of his thighs he has tattoos., and has patches of reddish orange skin on certain parts of his body, mostly where there is more bone than there is flesh.The tattoos are largely a base of black, orange, yellow and off white spread through out the marks. Based on this lizard. To help cover this, he wears a black under armor, with red wraps to support his wrists and ankles that he has yet to grow used to using in a mostly human manner. He rarely wears anything else, only what he's lucked into via trading.[break][break]
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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Like the vicious lizalfos, he "hatched" into a trial by fire. Brothers and sisters were prone to lashing out in aggression at new hatchlings until they were broken up. Toothless bites and tiny kicks embodied the fights, and occasionally, a tail would be thrown in, but hatchlings didn't seem to be too conscious of their tail for a while, until they realized the thing attached to their butt was an important part of their balancing act called walking. This was how Braydon grew up. As a toddler, he was introduced into these toothless bites and squabbles, lacking his own tail but having his own type of inner fire.[break][break]
There was no love growing up, it was fight, eat, sleep, fight, eat, sleep and rinse, wash, repeat. Warriors were trained from a very young age, and their violence was harbored in them in a way that Braydon could pull off, and the only thing stopping him from realizing that was bad was the total lack of human presence in his life. The lizalfos of death mountain were aggressive, non stop attackers. As Braydon grew, he realized more and more that he didn't appreciate this as much as he thought he did, and he found this out the day he was wounded and left in the cold rain to die by his supposed brothers.[break][break]
Braydon, unknown to him, was abandoned by his parents in an elaborate scheme to ditch a child to where they wouldn't be framed. Alone and scared in the scorching heat of Death Mountain, he was found by several curious Lizalfos that found him tearing his teeth into a quarry he had somehow lucked into catching. He was three years in. They chirped at him, he did his best chirp back, and was taken in out of curiosity.[break][break]
There he was raised, tattooed, marked and made into one of them, in the most loving manner a Lizalfos could manage, and that was tolerance. He was only eighteen when he was attacked by his brothers.[break][break]
Despite their failed attack, he was spared... maybe? Where he could have been ended, and the herd of beasts from the mountain thinned by just one, he was left alive. The warrior turned their back and walked away from him, but not before threatening to gouge his eyes out in a hiss he knew all too well. After a while of laying in the mud, he drug his self back to the mountain, questioning what he knew as a... monster?[break][break]
He was ridiculed by other lizalfos for his show of weakness, but he didn't care, and he especially didn't care when he decided to lash out at the alpha of their lounge. He was tired, injured and betrayed. Teeth, sword and blood, they fought until Braydon was knocked into the ground, arm covered in a bite wound. The only reason he got to leave the mountain alive was landing good hits and putting up a good fight, stunning the Alpha while he drug his self back to his feet. Not to mention many other lizalfos were beginning to get worked up at the knock down, wanting to fight the alpha to prove how strong they were.[break][break]
He had earned exile, rather than losing his life. He was held down while an extra, final tattoo was added onto him, a mark of ridicule at the base of his skull on the back of his neck. A skull and X, a way of saying that he is no longer a part of their sworn kind, and that if he were to be found, they would not spare him.[break][break]
Either way, it goes, no matter how much it hurt to be suddenly abandoned, the lounge was dead to him. He had no idea where he would go, but whatever happened, happened. He would fight oncoming challenges and work on his language, trying to find a way to integrate into human society. The stupid lizard brain hammered into him wanted to try something different, and see what it felt like to be among a non-violent race, well at least not as violent as Lizalfos. Maybe even see what it feels like to be loved. but was ready to accept a barrage of hatred from Hylians (humans), Goron (rocks), Zora (Fish) and all other civilized races. He shared their race, and nothing else. His next five years after exile have been spent in mostly solitude.[break][break]
Very rarely will someone chance by wherever he's at at the time, and make a trade with him. He gives them pelts and they give him actual clothes, as well as teach him basic language bits so he at least has a small starting point in communication.
Like the vicious lizalfos, he "hatched" into a trial by fire. Brothers and sisters were prone to lashing out in aggression at new hatchlings until they were broken up. Toothless bites and tiny kicks embodied the fights, and occasionally, a tail would be thrown in, but hatchlings didn't seem to be too conscious of their tail for a while, until they realized the thing attached to their butt was an important part of their balancing act called walking. This was how Braydon grew up. As a toddler, he was introduced into these toothless bites and squabbles, lacking his own tail but having his own type of inner fire.[break][break]
There was no love growing up, it was fight, eat, sleep, fight, eat, sleep and rinse, wash, repeat. Warriors were trained from a very young age, and their violence was harbored in them in a way that Braydon could pull off, and the only thing stopping him from realizing that was bad was the total lack of human presence in his life. The lizalfos of death mountain were aggressive, non stop attackers. As Braydon grew, he realized more and more that he didn't appreciate this as much as he thought he did, and he found this out the day he was wounded and left in the cold rain to die by his supposed brothers.[break][break]
Braydon, unknown to him, was abandoned by his parents in an elaborate scheme to ditch a child to where they wouldn't be framed. Alone and scared in the scorching heat of Death Mountain, he was found by several curious Lizalfos that found him tearing his teeth into a quarry he had somehow lucked into catching. He was three years in. They chirped at him, he did his best chirp back, and was taken in out of curiosity.[break][break]
There he was raised, tattooed, marked and made into one of them, in the most loving manner a Lizalfos could manage, and that was tolerance. He was only eighteen when he was attacked by his brothers.[break][break]
Despite their failed attack, he was spared... maybe? Where he could have been ended, and the herd of beasts from the mountain thinned by just one, he was left alive. The warrior turned their back and walked away from him, but not before threatening to gouge his eyes out in a hiss he knew all too well. After a while of laying in the mud, he drug his self back to the mountain, questioning what he knew as a... monster?[break][break]
He was ridiculed by other lizalfos for his show of weakness, but he didn't care, and he especially didn't care when he decided to lash out at the alpha of their lounge. He was tired, injured and betrayed. Teeth, sword and blood, they fought until Braydon was knocked into the ground, arm covered in a bite wound. The only reason he got to leave the mountain alive was landing good hits and putting up a good fight, stunning the Alpha while he drug his self back to his feet. Not to mention many other lizalfos were beginning to get worked up at the knock down, wanting to fight the alpha to prove how strong they were.[break][break]
He had earned exile, rather than losing his life. He was held down while an extra, final tattoo was added onto him, a mark of ridicule at the base of his skull on the back of his neck. A skull and X, a way of saying that he is no longer a part of their sworn kind, and that if he were to be found, they would not spare him.[break][break]
Either way, it goes, no matter how much it hurt to be suddenly abandoned, the lounge was dead to him. He had no idea where he would go, but whatever happened, happened. He would fight oncoming challenges and work on his language, trying to find a way to integrate into human society. The stupid lizard brain hammered into him wanted to try something different, and see what it felt like to be among a non-violent race, well at least not as violent as Lizalfos. Maybe even see what it feels like to be loved. but was ready to accept a barrage of hatred from Hylians (humans), Goron (rocks), Zora (Fish) and all other civilized races. He shared their race, and nothing else. His next five years after exile have been spent in mostly solitude.[break][break]
Very rarely will someone chance by wherever he's at at the time, and make a trade with him. He gives them pelts and they give him actual clothes, as well as teach him basic language bits so he at least has a small starting point in communication.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]MISCELLANEOUS
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He is an outcast of lizalfos society, and is no longer accepted among lizalfos of any kind.[break][break]
He speaks very little common, as of the update of this app. He knows basic greetings and speaks mostly in pointing and body language. A teacher-like companion could work, but he's, culturally, very far from civilized in demeanor.
He is an outcast of lizalfos society, and is no longer accepted among lizalfos of any kind.[break][break]
He speaks very little common, as of the update of this app. He knows basic greetings and speaks mostly in pointing and body language. A teacher-like companion could work, but he's, culturally, very far from civilized in demeanor.
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