Post by MATTHIAS DURAN on May 9, 2015 18:26:15 GMT
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[newclass=.tablebold b]color:#823030;[/newclass]MATTHIAS DURAN
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i am a [SIX HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE] year old [MALE] [DRAGON]. i am currently a [FIRST YEAR]. i am [PANSEXUAL]. a lot of people tend to call me [LEVI].
PERSONAL
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[ABILITIES]
• regeneration: non-magical wounds close quicker
• manipulation: the ability to conjure and manipulate one of the following elements: water
[PERSONALITY]
Passive-aggressive doesn't even begin to describe Matthias's mood swings. Although he is capable of exhibiting maturity, a lack of social interaction has left him to be a awful conversationalist. In theory, a deep thinker like himself ought to show some kind of control and thoughtfulness. However, in reality, he's quick to shut people out and judge them after only a few short exchanges. One false step and Matthias snaps and withdraws from the conversation. To Matthias, it seems pointless to continue any further since he has already confirmed his suspicions. Those who live and breathe have no choice but to offer false amenities until the day they die. Fear is an emotion that Matthias would never admit to another living being, but fear is indeed the key factor that keeps him from making any friends.
So without any friends or lovers to call his own, Matthias chooses the role of the observer. He watches others, judges others, and hates others while yearning to be as blissfully ignorant as one of them in secret. If only they know how disgusting they were then they wouldn't even breathe the same air. If one could see through all the false promises made to the other than they would do the same as Matt and reject them- reject all of them.
If there was someone he did not dislike, they'd be extremely fortunate to befriend someone like Matthias. Consideration to the extent that he would overlook his own needs and desires in a heartbeat. Sweet, innocent affection that only seeks to communicate its sincerity. And an undying loyalty or devotion that does not waver no matter whoever or whatever dares to test it. If he could trust someone more than he trusts humans with nuclear weapons, then he certainly wouldn't be against expressing his sentiments.
Said friendship would also breed a naive sense of protectiveness and possessiveness. A desire to preserve the object of his affections and a desire to be the object of affection himself. Two very simple and innocent behaviors that would come naturally to him. Without much experience however, he'd also be vulnerable to losing his temper or being overly aggressive.
+ Affectionate
+ Loyal
+ Sharp
+ Considerate
+ Observant
+ Sincere
• regeneration: non-magical wounds close quicker
• manipulation: the ability to conjure and manipulate one of the following elements: water
[PERSONALITY]
Passive-aggressive doesn't even begin to describe Matthias's mood swings. Although he is capable of exhibiting maturity, a lack of social interaction has left him to be a awful conversationalist. In theory, a deep thinker like himself ought to show some kind of control and thoughtfulness. However, in reality, he's quick to shut people out and judge them after only a few short exchanges. One false step and Matthias snaps and withdraws from the conversation. To Matthias, it seems pointless to continue any further since he has already confirmed his suspicions. Those who live and breathe have no choice but to offer false amenities until the day they die. Fear is an emotion that Matthias would never admit to another living being, but fear is indeed the key factor that keeps him from making any friends.
So without any friends or lovers to call his own, Matthias chooses the role of the observer. He watches others, judges others, and hates others while yearning to be as blissfully ignorant as one of them in secret. If only they know how disgusting they were then they wouldn't even breathe the same air. If one could see through all the false promises made to the other than they would do the same as Matt and reject them- reject all of them.
If there was someone he did not dislike, they'd be extremely fortunate to befriend someone like Matthias. Consideration to the extent that he would overlook his own needs and desires in a heartbeat. Sweet, innocent affection that only seeks to communicate its sincerity. And an undying loyalty or devotion that does not waver no matter whoever or whatever dares to test it. If he could trust someone more than he trusts humans with nuclear weapons, then he certainly wouldn't be against expressing his sentiments.
Said friendship would also breed a naive sense of protectiveness and possessiveness. A desire to preserve the object of his affections and a desire to be the object of affection himself. Two very simple and innocent behaviors that would come naturally to him. Without much experience however, he'd also be vulnerable to losing his temper or being overly aggressive.
[Positive Qualities]
+ Vigilant+ Affectionate
+ Loyal
+ Sharp
+ Considerate
+ Observant
+ Sincere
[Negative Qualities]
- Distrusting
- Jaded
- Sensitive
- Awkward
- Rash
- Impulsive
- Naive
- Jaded
- Sensitive
- Awkward
- Rash
- Impulsive
- Naive
The looks
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[APPEARANCE]
He hasn't aged physically since he first took a human form. He appears as a young male in his early twenties or late teens. Matthias has black hair that stretches down just past his eyes. He has dark brown eyes and kind of a big head (it's for put his big brain). Matthias is slim. He has a rather light build which makes his limbs seem longer than they actually are. Standing at a height of 5'11" he seems taller because of he appears thin. Appears. He weighs a healthy 143 lbs. even though he looks so frail. He has a light skin complexion that may seem a little pale at times when combined with a bit of poor posture and a cold/downcast expression.
Over the ages Matthias has often been chastised for his sense of style... because he has little to none of it. Matt's preference in apparel is limited to things that feel or look comfortable. He typically avoids flashier clothing, maintaining a wardrobe of greys and blacks. He did pay attention to his choice in clothing at one point in time, but it was far too tedious to keep up with the constantly changing trends. Nowadays, he may look so raggedy you might suspect him to be a homeless person if you didn't know any better.
Matthias is a dragon with wings. Yes. Wings. He just chose to stay underwater. He has a body structure similar to that of a western dragon with a long neck, horned head, and hind legs that let it sit down. His body is about one and a half meters wide, and sitting down he is nearly 3 meters tall. His wingspan is five meters wide and from snout to tail measures six meters long. He appears to be a dull gray and upon contact his body seems rather soft. But if he packs his scales together and pulls them closer to his body, they shine silver and could easily deflect an arrow or a rock. His irises are white as if he were blind. His muzzle is short, round and covers all his teeth but one that sticks out the side of his mouth.
He hasn't aged physically since he first took a human form. He appears as a young male in his early twenties or late teens. Matthias has black hair that stretches down just past his eyes. He has dark brown eyes and kind of a big head (it's for put his big brain). Matthias is slim. He has a rather light build which makes his limbs seem longer than they actually are. Standing at a height of 5'11" he seems taller because of he appears thin. Appears. He weighs a healthy 143 lbs. even though he looks so frail. He has a light skin complexion that may seem a little pale at times when combined with a bit of poor posture and a cold/downcast expression.
Over the ages Matthias has often been chastised for his sense of style... because he has little to none of it. Matt's preference in apparel is limited to things that feel or look comfortable. He typically avoids flashier clothing, maintaining a wardrobe of greys and blacks. He did pay attention to his choice in clothing at one point in time, but it was far too tedious to keep up with the constantly changing trends. Nowadays, he may look so raggedy you might suspect him to be a homeless person if you didn't know any better.
Matthias is a dragon with wings. Yes. Wings. He just chose to stay underwater. He has a body structure similar to that of a western dragon with a long neck, horned head, and hind legs that let it sit down. His body is about one and a half meters wide, and sitting down he is nearly 3 meters tall. His wingspan is five meters wide and from snout to tail measures six meters long. He appears to be a dull gray and upon contact his body seems rather soft. But if he packs his scales together and pulls them closer to his body, they shine silver and could easily deflect an arrow or a rock. His irises are white as if he were blind. His muzzle is short, round and covers all his teeth but one that sticks out the side of his mouth.
THE PAST
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[HISTORY]
(Mini Myth
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“Let me tell you a story. This was about a time when I believed I could defy the gods and universe and be with my one true love. When I was young and naive... perhaps foolish. My girl was a real beauty. She was more than just a pretty face- her beauty was refined by her sorrow. Many ridiculed her, and frowned upon her existence. Countless women opposed her, and even greater were the men who sought her. I stayed by her side through every trial and waited for a chance of my own. But do not mistake me for one of those barbaric heathens. I was not simply captivated by her beauty like the others. I was truly and deeply in love with her...
Enough of that, I'm boring- you aren't I. Let me tell you more about her. Perhaps you've heard about her once before? Her name was Medusa. Yes, yes, this is she who turned men to stone. But what do you really know about her? Who knows the truth? Who knows the truth better than I do? Surely not the one that came before her and survived. But what did he tell you exactly? Do you think he had stopped for even a fraction of a second before hurrying to save himself? He was on a mission of his own. I grieved and was deeply affected by her death, however I do not curse the mortal. He didn't spare her a second though because he did not know. Not even the gods wasted their time with her. Not a single person knows but me.
Legends say she was some sort of boorish girl, whose arrogance got her cursed- but the gods lie. They tarnish her memory with foul rubbish they spew to justify their own actions. I know the truth. I was there with her even before she transformed. She was ever so humble and lovely. Mind you, I loved her all the same no matter what she looked like but she was absolutely stunning as a mortal. She.. Her.. Hmm... She was simply too perfect. And the gods despise that which tests their own. She was too perfect, too kind, too beautiful and she unknowingly blasphemed the cruel gods who punished her for existing. Yes, that’s right- Just for waking up each day and breathing the air she breathed, and treading the god forsaken- Ah but if it were forsaken she'd still be alive, wouldn't she?
When Medusa was slain, she did her best to save us, me and my brothers and sisters. Each drop of blood she shed gave physical birth to each one of us. Many of the others perished, most weren't as strong as I was; they were simple, unintelligent reptiles falling into the sea. However, I was no mere snake. I grew and I grew, and my feelings took form as I evolved from the small life form Medusa had released in her final moments. I became-... well, I had many names, but most called me Leviathan."
Which is where the family name came from- at least that's what his parents used to say. When the real Leviathan was born he was nothing but a baby that just lost his mother. Matthias's ancestors spent the first thousand or so years of their lives almost completely under water. The only time they surfaced was to grab a bit of air to sustain themselves- after all... They were creatures of the air. "Leviathan" was a winged dragon. All those rumours and stories about a massive sea creature were only able to form because they needed to come up for air and was consequently seen. After the first few generations had passed, none seemed to ever return from the land so as a family it was decided they would remain in the ocean.
To survive, Leviathan reproduced with others spawned by Medusa. This kept their blood pure, however most offspring began taking different forms- weaker forms. Every few generations a new "Leviathan" would be born that replicated the form of the original Leviathan and was supposedly equal in power. As their family began to die out, they rejoiced at the birth of a long awaited Leviathan- Matthias.
Another dragon was born at about the same time as Matthias. However his brother was not a Leviathan. Hoping that Matthias would be the key to their survival, they foolishly remained in the waters as well as to the blood of Medusa. In that same manner, they would all die out before Matthias had turned fifty. While the line of Leviathan had remained in the water, humans had changed and progressed over time. While swimming close to the surface one day, a vast majority of them were wiped out by the cannons of warring humans. Having gone without any major threats in the ocean for so long made them ignorant of their own weaknesses. A weakness Matthias would not soon forget. Just like the man (or dragon) who came before him. Matthias didn't hold the slightest of grudges. Upon figuring out the circumstance to his family's cause of death he would feel bitter towards humanity. However war was often necessary in order to promote change. He would hope and pray their cause was not petty.
Now forced to bear the solitude in the ocean, Matthias sought after the promise of others on the land. So eventually he came out of the water. Finding a human form when he washed up on the beach, he was found by a poor fisherman- naked and vulnerable. Luckily the man was kind enough to take Matt in and nurture him like he was his own. Amnesia, was the reason they assumed he was unable to speak even though he appeared to be of age. He must've been some sort of traumatized sailor, they thought.
Quickly he learned the language, and then all the knowledge they possessed opened up to him. Suddenly he could learn their trade, their culture, and all sorts of things about their "humanity". He stayed with them for many years, helping along the way but the civilization they described to him seemed to beckon.
So he left for the city. Another friendly soul came his way. A politician's scribe took him in from the streets he wandered. He taught him academics, knowledge unbeknownst to the common folk. The happiness was short lived due to a certain abduction. The political figure the scribe worked for met the man in person and Matthias caught his eye. Since he'd taken a liking to the man, the politician forced the scribe to give him up and took Matthias as his own. His strange appearance and naive charm would be effective tools in the man's quest for power. So for a while, Matthias found himself in a brothel.
And so he was used. But he didn't know any better. As his first experience with this sort of thing, he believed this to be the norm. His body was used repeatedly by men and women alike. He was the "greatest" in the business. A favorite to many clients, causing a sudden surge of recurring customers. The politician used this to his advantage, wielding enormous amounts of leverage and information.
Alas! The villain was foiled! To an extent, at least. The scribe snuck Matthias out before business hours and explained the situation. He defined corruption and moral wrong to Matthias the best he could, and Matty understood. Although he escaped, the scribe was publicly executed the same day. Matthias was furious with the world that allowed this kind of injustice to take place. So he enacted a fitting revenge. Utilizing his newfound knowledge, Matthias toppled the Politician's house like a domino. Under the title "traitor" he would burn on a stake. He was unable to derive happiness nor pleasure from the empty victory. His success had only resulted in more suffering and it was none too satisfying for Matt. He would return to the seclusion of nature for a few hundred years, reflecting over his time interacting with humanity.
Over the next two or three hundred years, Matt would rejoin society every once in a while. Integrating himself into society in one place, only to be disappointed that nothing had changed. Upon migrating to one location after another he would find the same results, the same human beings.
The newest community to attract his interest was the Hisso Academy. A mixture of humans and non-humans all gathered together in a "school-like" setting. He finally willed himself to join with them to see just what could be so incredibly desirable about joining together with the humans forever.
(Mini Myth
)“Let me tell you a story. This was about a time when I believed I could defy the gods and universe and be with my one true love. When I was young and naive... perhaps foolish. My girl was a real beauty. She was more than just a pretty face- her beauty was refined by her sorrow. Many ridiculed her, and frowned upon her existence. Countless women opposed her, and even greater were the men who sought her. I stayed by her side through every trial and waited for a chance of my own. But do not mistake me for one of those barbaric heathens. I was not simply captivated by her beauty like the others. I was truly and deeply in love with her...
Enough of that, I'm boring- you aren't I. Let me tell you more about her. Perhaps you've heard about her once before? Her name was Medusa. Yes, yes, this is she who turned men to stone. But what do you really know about her? Who knows the truth? Who knows the truth better than I do? Surely not the one that came before her and survived. But what did he tell you exactly? Do you think he had stopped for even a fraction of a second before hurrying to save himself? He was on a mission of his own. I grieved and was deeply affected by her death, however I do not curse the mortal. He didn't spare her a second though because he did not know. Not even the gods wasted their time with her. Not a single person knows but me.
Legends say she was some sort of boorish girl, whose arrogance got her cursed- but the gods lie. They tarnish her memory with foul rubbish they spew to justify their own actions. I know the truth. I was there with her even before she transformed. She was ever so humble and lovely. Mind you, I loved her all the same no matter what she looked like but she was absolutely stunning as a mortal. She.. Her.. Hmm... She was simply too perfect. And the gods despise that which tests their own. She was too perfect, too kind, too beautiful and she unknowingly blasphemed the cruel gods who punished her for existing. Yes, that’s right- Just for waking up each day and breathing the air she breathed, and treading the god forsaken- Ah but if it were forsaken she'd still be alive, wouldn't she?
When Medusa was slain, she did her best to save us, me and my brothers and sisters. Each drop of blood she shed gave physical birth to each one of us. Many of the others perished, most weren't as strong as I was; they were simple, unintelligent reptiles falling into the sea. However, I was no mere snake. I grew and I grew, and my feelings took form as I evolved from the small life form Medusa had released in her final moments. I became-... well, I had many names, but most called me Leviathan."
Which is where the family name came from- at least that's what his parents used to say. When the real Leviathan was born he was nothing but a baby that just lost his mother. Matthias's ancestors spent the first thousand or so years of their lives almost completely under water. The only time they surfaced was to grab a bit of air to sustain themselves- after all... They were creatures of the air. "Leviathan" was a winged dragon. All those rumours and stories about a massive sea creature were only able to form because they needed to come up for air and was consequently seen. After the first few generations had passed, none seemed to ever return from the land so as a family it was decided they would remain in the ocean.
To survive, Leviathan reproduced with others spawned by Medusa. This kept their blood pure, however most offspring began taking different forms- weaker forms. Every few generations a new "Leviathan" would be born that replicated the form of the original Leviathan and was supposedly equal in power. As their family began to die out, they rejoiced at the birth of a long awaited Leviathan- Matthias.
Another dragon was born at about the same time as Matthias. However his brother was not a Leviathan. Hoping that Matthias would be the key to their survival, they foolishly remained in the waters as well as to the blood of Medusa. In that same manner, they would all die out before Matthias had turned fifty. While the line of Leviathan had remained in the water, humans had changed and progressed over time. While swimming close to the surface one day, a vast majority of them were wiped out by the cannons of warring humans. Having gone without any major threats in the ocean for so long made them ignorant of their own weaknesses. A weakness Matthias would not soon forget. Just like the man (or dragon) who came before him. Matthias didn't hold the slightest of grudges. Upon figuring out the circumstance to his family's cause of death he would feel bitter towards humanity. However war was often necessary in order to promote change. He would hope and pray their cause was not petty.
Now forced to bear the solitude in the ocean, Matthias sought after the promise of others on the land. So eventually he came out of the water. Finding a human form when he washed up on the beach, he was found by a poor fisherman- naked and vulnerable. Luckily the man was kind enough to take Matt in and nurture him like he was his own. Amnesia, was the reason they assumed he was unable to speak even though he appeared to be of age. He must've been some sort of traumatized sailor, they thought.
Quickly he learned the language, and then all the knowledge they possessed opened up to him. Suddenly he could learn their trade, their culture, and all sorts of things about their "humanity". He stayed with them for many years, helping along the way but the civilization they described to him seemed to beckon.
So he left for the city. Another friendly soul came his way. A politician's scribe took him in from the streets he wandered. He taught him academics, knowledge unbeknownst to the common folk. The happiness was short lived due to a certain abduction. The political figure the scribe worked for met the man in person and Matthias caught his eye. Since he'd taken a liking to the man, the politician forced the scribe to give him up and took Matthias as his own. His strange appearance and naive charm would be effective tools in the man's quest for power. So for a while, Matthias found himself in a brothel.
And so he was used. But he didn't know any better. As his first experience with this sort of thing, he believed this to be the norm. His body was used repeatedly by men and women alike. He was the "greatest" in the business. A favorite to many clients, causing a sudden surge of recurring customers. The politician used this to his advantage, wielding enormous amounts of leverage and information.
Alas! The villain was foiled! To an extent, at least. The scribe snuck Matthias out before business hours and explained the situation. He defined corruption and moral wrong to Matthias the best he could, and Matty understood. Although he escaped, the scribe was publicly executed the same day. Matthias was furious with the world that allowed this kind of injustice to take place. So he enacted a fitting revenge. Utilizing his newfound knowledge, Matthias toppled the Politician's house like a domino. Under the title "traitor" he would burn on a stake. He was unable to derive happiness nor pleasure from the empty victory. His success had only resulted in more suffering and it was none too satisfying for Matt. He would return to the seclusion of nature for a few hundred years, reflecting over his time interacting with humanity.
Over the next two or three hundred years, Matt would rejoin society every once in a while. Integrating himself into society in one place, only to be disappointed that nothing had changed. Upon migrating to one location after another he would find the same results, the same human beings.
The newest community to attract his interest was the Hisso Academy. A mixture of humans and non-humans all gathered together in a "school-like" setting. He finally willed himself to join with them to see just what could be so incredibly desirable about joining together with the humans forever.
Extra
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[YOUR ALIAS]
Puzzle
[CHARACTERS]
Non.
[FACE CLAIM]
Puzzle
[CHARACTERS]
Non.
[FACE CLAIM]
[b]HETALIA![/b], south korea as @puzzle
