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 Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 2:47 pm
~[ A Snake In Our Midst ]~ Player Info Gaian Name: Malhyanth Character InfoName: Xendan Drake Fitzgerald Creature: Winged Serpent Category: Drake Elements: Shadow, Earth, Fire ~[ Find Your Way ]~
01 Introduction - You are here
02 Information - Xendan
03 Information - Winged Serpent
04 Character - Art Sequences
05 Character - RP Log
06 Character - RP Log cont.
07 Character - Jounal Entries
08 Character - Jounal Entries cont.
09 Character - Fan Gifts
10 Disclaimer
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 3:24 pm
~[ Not As Perfect As You Look ]~ Name: Xendan Drake Fitzgerald Age: 26 DOB: 18th March 1981 Gender: Male Ethnicity: English Height: 5'9 Weight: 12st 4lbs Build: Relatively thin, though well muscled, for vanities sake. Xendan has come from a family that prides itself on its 'beauty' and good looks. As this is the case, Xendan has inherited his family's need to be in top condition. Hair color: Naturally white blond, but has been striped with black to darken his looks. Eye color: Pale silver blue eyes. Particular features: Has a strong, english face, with a square jaw, strong nose and prominant cheekbones. He also has a tribal tattoo that come down his neck and spreads over his shoulders, down his spine. Physical description: Tall and proud of face, Xendan is your typical aristocratic spoilt child. Always well groomed and hair styled in a way that accentuates his features, Xendan really knows how to look after himself. He is tall and willowy of figure, but strong, and his aloof way of staring the opposition down make him appear more imposing then he actually is. Clothing: When he is transported, Xendan is wearing a pair of acid washed blue jeans and a white shirt with pale thin blue and black stripes. Underneath the shirt is a white t-shirt. On his feet are just a pair of pale blue socks, as he took off his black shoes at the door to his flat. Accessories: Xendan has a ring in his left earlobe, a stud in the top of his right ear and a bar through his left n****e. He is also wearing his thin silver chain necklace and a silver watch on his left wrist with a matching style silver bracelet on the other wrist. He has a leather wallet on a thin chain in his back pocket and attached to his belt loop. Items carried: Other then those mentioned above, he also takes the Pukka with him. Everything else is left. Pukka: Xendan received his pukka during a night out on the town. He had been in a night club when a mysterious girl had dropped the pendant on the bar beside him and walked off. It consists of a silver chain with a strange tear drop stone attached to it in a swirling silver 'cage'. He had attempted to give the item back, but when the girl simply disappeared, he had taken it back to his flat, admiring its beauty. Elements (3 max): Shadow, Earth, Fire Personality: Xendan is quite illusive about his real feelings, not opening up to people very well, which results in him appearing as obnoxious and aloof, which he is as well, but it just makes him seem more so. He tends to keep to himself, though because of his popularity amoungst the aristocratic world of his mother, he tends to be forced into party situations, and as such, hides himself behind the bravado of a cocky young man. Saying that, to those that know the truth, the select few he lets past the surface, he is a stable foundation. He looks after those true friends to the end, and will often go out with them for quiet drinks or wild parties. Xendan's emotions tend to lean more toward the anger side of the emotion spectrum, though occassionally, he can be very passionate and loving, especially when it comes to his passion of expensive jewellry and other trinkets. Likes: Expensive gifts, jewellry and clothes, drinking with friends, partying, reading, looking after his priced pieces. Dislikes: Cheap looking things, annoying people, his mother's parties.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 3:42 pm
~[ The Slithering Serpent On The Wing ]~ The Winged Serpent Cuélebre, or Culebre, is a giant winged serpent (a dragon) of the Asturian and Cantabrian mythology, which lives in caves and guards treasures while keeping xanas as prisoners. Although they are immortal, they grow old as the time goes by and their scales become thick and impenetrable, and flag wings grow in their bodies. They don't usually move, and when they do it, it is in order to eat cattle and people. One can kill the cuélebre giving him as meal a red-hot stone or a bread full of pins. Its spit it is said to turn into a magic stone which heals many diseases. In Midsummer, which is a magical night in Asturian and Cantabrian folklore, it is possible for brave men to defeat the cuélebre, whose spells don't take effect that night, and marry the xana and get the treasure. However in Cantabrian areas it's said the night of Saint Bartholomew the creature increases his power and unleashes all his fury against people in revenge. When the cuélebre grows older its scale become thicker and thicker, and he must flee Asturias and fly to the Mar Cuajada, a paradise located beyond the sea. Winged Serpent AKA Cuelebre Category: Drake Size: About 8-10ft in length, nose to tail tip. Wing spans will be about the same. As they are a serpent, they tend to be quite thin in nature, but must still look able to support themselves, as you would see with a cobra when it rears up. Eye color: Depending on the colour of the scales, they can be anywhere from bright green to black to golden, all with a slit pupil. Particular features: Large feathered or draconian wings of any colour, depending again, on the colour of the main body of scales. These join to the back where in human form be would have had shoulder blades, quite high up on his back, but not too near the head. Physical description: The body of these creatures is that of a winged serpent. Long but powerful, this creature is pure rippling muscle. The scales can be any colour, depending on the environment that the particular beast is residing, for example, green in the forests, browns and golds in the deserts, grey and black in the mountains. On the end of the tail is a feathered or leathery fan of the same colours to the wings to help with direction when flying. Diet: This creature is a carnivore, and will pick off large grazing herd animals, from sheep to bulls only about twice a month, possibly less if it is a large animal. Expected behaviour: The winged serpent is very protective of its lodging, as this is generally where it hoards its treasures, and if female, its eggs. They are aggressive beings, but only when threatened, or wanting something. They are diurnal, meaning they will be active day or night, depending on their needs. Expected physical skills: With a potent venom and stong tails to whip and the power of flight, these creatures are dangerous, but only really physically. Their crushing power is immence with the coils of their bodies, and the venom in their fangs would easily kill a human with the smallest drop, though takes many months to be produced, so therefore is only used when there is no other way to protect themselves. Expected magical skills: Very little magical ability, though basic physical manipulation of the magical power they have control over, eg water manipulation, light manipulation, earth manipulation. Habitat: The creature will be living high in the mountains so as to be illusive. He will be in a cave dwelling that will hold his treasures and other items, such as his human things, so as not to forget who he is. Locomotion: The main one is flying, but he would be able to slither in the manner of a snake, with the wings pinned back. Eyes: More silver grey in colour, dark around the slit pupil and lighter everywhere else, with clear definition between the colours. Very round in shape, and on the side of the head, lidless. Mouth: Reptilian, think lipped and wide. Nose: Only visable nasal passage are two nostrils on the end of the wedge shaped head. Ears: No visable ears. Sense vibrations more then sound, like normal snakes. Dentition: Four fangs. Two very long, venomous at the top and two 'anchors' on the bottom that just grip the prey when grabbed. The venom is only injected when enough pressure is applied and in the right way in the biting of the prey. Number of limbs: 3; 2 wings and 1 tail Forelimbs/Arms: 2 wings, situated on the back where the shoulder blades would have been. They are feathered. Hindlimbs/Legs: None. Only the tail, which has a feathered fan on the end. Extra limbs: N/A Body: Serpentine; long and relatively thin, though obviously strong. Is able to curl tightly and bend most ways. Main stance: Reared up, wings around its top half as a cobra would fan out its flaps, to make it appear more imposing. When not threatened, the wings are folded neatly and the creature is generally looped as they fall, so to speak. Extra features: Apart from the wings, there are no other features. The face is more like a rattlesnakes, quite predatory in shape, and if the artist so wishes, they could decorate it with various spines, horns and other aggressive like appendages. Skin/Hide: Thick scaly hide that is designed to protect the creature from most attacks. The main colour is a dark dark grey black. The wings main colour is also this. Markings: I'll leave the main pattern structure up to the artist, but any markings he does have will be in a slate like grey, and the tips of the feathers will all be pale grey.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 3:54 pm
~[ A Face To A Name ]~~[ Dormancy ]~ Description: Xendan has arrived in a weird world where he can't seem to familiarise with. It looks similar to his home-world woodland, but for some reason, there is a distinct feeling of unease about the place, a weird aura of newness and unfamiliarity. He himself feels unchanged but for a distinct creepy feeling beneath his skin that makes his whole body ache continually. Changes: No apparent changes to the outside of his body, but the strange, aching creepy feeling to his skin is beginning to worry him. Thoughts: What have the guys done this time? It feels like I've been drugged and literally transported miles away from civilisation! All around me are woods. Beth-Anne and Kris have gone too far this time, if indeed they are in on this little farse. Just wait till I get home! They are seriously going to get it!~[ Awakening ]~
~[ Image ]~ Description: -- Changes: -- Thoughts: -- ~[ Metamorphosis ]~
~[ Image ]~ Description: -- Changes: -- Thoughts: -- ~[ Evolution ]~
~[ Image ]~ Description: -- Changes: -- Thoughts: -- ~[ Genesis ]~
~[ Image ]~ Description: -- Changes: -- Thoughts: --
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 4:02 pm
~[ What I Do Is My Own Business ]~
~[ Open Roleplays ]~
RP Name | Date Started | Participants | Date Ended | Link -- ~[ Private Roleplays ]~
RP Name | Date Started | Participant(s) | Date Ended | Link -- ~[ Metaplot/Story Roleplays ]~
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 4:04 pm
~[ What I Do Is My Own Business Cont. ]~ --
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 4:08 pm
~[ Recollections Of A Day Well Spent ]~
Journal Title | Date | Link Journal Entry 1 - Arrival | 04/04/2008 | X
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 4:09 pm
~[ Recollections Of A Day Well Spent Cont. ]~ --
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 4:11 pm
~[ A Pretty Picture ]~
~[ Fanart ]~ -- ~[ Gifts ]~ --
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 4:19 pm
~[ Political Jagon ]~ ~ All art is respective to those that have provided the pieces. ~ All Xendan art is respective to Birvan and Gallen, who are doing the official art for this character. ~ All ideas and writings about Xendan are respective to me, Malhyanth, who designed the character. Any likeness to another is completely accidental. ~ All information and sources were gathered from Wikipedia on the Cuelebre/ Winged Serpent. Any images seen here not by Birvan, Gallen or any other named artists are only for reference purposes only. ~ Any reference to other characters are owned by that characters' owner. Do not steal these characters or their artwork. ~ All of this is done in the name of fictionous fun. No harm is intended. ~ All original work done here is in the name of roleplay in the Changed shop. Any reference to this shop is owned by the GMs and owners of said Gaian shop. I own only the character.
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The Susurrus Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 5:44 pm
Xendan was going to get one hell of an headache. One moment he was relaxing in his familiar surroundings, the next a tug around his neck pulls him through a vortex of colors and shapes that burn his brain
That short, but hellish trip is more than just visual overload. His body feels like it's being compressed and pulled, his skin crawling like it had something moving underneath
Luckily in the moment everything felt too much to bear, the vortex stopped and he felt tossed against the grass and moss covered floor
He had arrived somewhere completely unfamiliar. Although it was night and the tree canopy rustled high above his head, there was enough light provided by a red moon to see a ruined old building sitting between the trees. Likely the only safe place in miles, especially at night in a wild forest
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 9:46 am
~:[ Arrival ]:~
04/04/2008 ~ Journal Entry 1
A collection of papers can be found, bound by a crude leather strap. On the front page, a small note can be found. It reads as follows:
I cannot really describe to you fully what happened to me that night. You know, the night the resulted in my being here, in this weird place, where everything looks unfamiliar, but like it should be familiar somehow. All I know is that its a dangerous place for someone like me, and that I need to escape, no matter what! All I know is what happened before my arrival, and everything thereafter. This is my story.
Someone help me,
Xendan.
The note comes away, and the first sheaf of paper is dated and signed at the top with what appears to be the name 'Xendan Drake Fitzgerald'. There are also the words 'Journal Entry 1 - Arrival'. The page reads thus:
The night out had been a good one. Beth-Anne and Kris had invited me out for their engagement party, as well as a few other people not really worth listing, as I don't really know them, but either way, it had been fun. All except for one moment in that night which I think I can safely say has changed my life forever.
I had been sat waiting at the bar for the barmaid to spot me. Pretty little thing, pale skin and dark hair. Had been making eyes at me all night when I was paying for my drinks, hands lingering longer then they needed to on my own when we exchanged money and she handed me the trays piled with drinks, lemon chunks and salt packets. Well, what can I say, it was a good night! Anyway, I was sat there, minding my own business when some woman just barges into me on her way past and staggers, holding, or so it seemed, onto the bar to regain her balance. I glared at her retreating back, trying to pierce her heart with my annoyance, when I notice that she's dropped a small pendant onto the bar, right next to me. I frown at it, looking around to see if she had been aiming to drop it somewhere else, with someone else, but there were no others looking in my direction, almost, it seemed, as though they didn't even notice my presence, like I was behind some kind of wall that was averting their gaze. Weird, I can tell you, but I thought nothing more of it and picked up the pendant and looked at it more closely.
It was stunning to say the least. It was an amythst like gem, polished into a tear drop style, and of such clarity, I doubted my first assumption of it being an amythst. The drop was free of the rest of the pendant, and was held in place by an intricate 'cage', all swirls and patterned marvellousness. All of this was attached to a small metal loop which was big enough for my neck-chain to be threaded through. Amazing. It was like it had been made specially for me! Though, of course, that was impossible, or so I thought at the time. Still, as I sat, drinks now arrived and the barmaid looking at me curiously, waiting for the girl to return so I could give it back, she never returned. I was completely at a loss. Did I take it? Hand it in? I had no clue! Thinking it best to keep it safe myself, in case the woman behind the bar thought it was a gift from me and decided to keep it, I unclasped my own chain and threaded it through the pendant. Just as I thought, it fitted perfectly and I reclasped the chain, now happy that the precious item was safe and sound in the hands of someone who could look after it.
Heading back to join my friends, the rest of the night seemed to pass in a blur. No one mentioned the sudden addition to my attire, and all seemed happily intoxicated, so I relaxed and let myself fall into it with them.
As the end of the night came, we all caught a taxi back. I offered beds and floor space to my new 'friends', but all passed saying they had their own homes to go to, so I shrugged, thinking nothing more of it and staggered away from the taxi as it drove on. Sighing, out in the cold air of the night, I suddenly felt very peculiar and alone. Shaking it off, I walking up the 9 flights of steps to my appartment, fancying it over the sickening feel of the elevator. Letting myself in, I kicked off my nice black suit shoes and shrugged off my white and blue pinstriped shirt, flinging the shirt on the back of one of my sofas, and the shoes pushed close to the door, ready for work in the morning. Man was I going to regret the night before in the morning after! I slipped through the appartment quietly, fixing myself another drink, though this time just a glass of water, popping a few paracetamol to ensure the headache I was sure to have would be sated at least a little. Meandering my way back through to the lounge, I sat, pulling my wallet out of my pocket and setting it down, chain and all, on the small coffee table opposite me. Grabbing the control to the TV, I settled back and flipped through the channels on offer till I found a music channel playing old school classics from an era long past.
It was then that I remembered my latest addition to fashion. Unclasping the chain, I held it up to my face, satisfied I'd picked up a winner. It was beautiful, and in the muted light of my appartment, was just stunning. The soft purple stone lit up my wall with a mirage of purples and pinks and soft lilacs. Stunning! I smiled, and replaced the chain around my neck, settling back to watch the drivel on the TV. After taking a few gulps of my water, I set the glass down.
That's when it started.
A weird tug from my neck was what started the whole thing. I thought I hd pulled a muscle in my neck, and started to massage the thing with an expectant grimace, but no pain sprung from beneath my fingers. Odd... Looking at my fingers, another tug caught me off guard, making me sit up, ram-rod straight, as I glared around my appartment. Had the tequilla really affected me that badly? Hardly! I could handle anything! Then something else weird started to happen. All around me, the world started to swim, wobble and melt and swirl around, mixing with odd, random colours that started to threaten my stomach into rolling. Another tug came from my neck, and this time, it threw me out of my chair into... Well...
Nothingness.
All around me, the world lost solidarity, became fluid, and I was falling, falling and falling and plummeting into some strange colourful hole that swirled and crept over my skin like a million insects. It was like a bad acid trip, and I tried to force my eyes shut, but I couldn't. My mouth opened in a gasp, and that seemed to be what it wanted most. Colour surrounded me, permeated me, flowed in and around my body. It stung as it crept through my skin, pushing it away from my muscles and then putting it back slightly wrong so that it felt weird to me, completely off.
It all stopped suddenly.
I was finally allowed to close my eyes and mouth, lying on my back, stuck to what felt like grass. I turned my head a little, and my eyes shot open, as did I as I rolled over and vomitted into a bush that was close to my position. Everything came back, all the alcohol, the meagre pickings of food I'd eaten before going out, and when all of that was out, all I heaved was bile and spit. When my guts finally gave out and stopped forcing everything out, I collapsed back onto my back, eyes half-lidded and tired. Above me, all I could see was a dark night sky, with an eerie red glow falling down on the leaves of the trees above me, a red glow from a red moon. It was weird. Why the hell would I be in a load of woods? They looked like big, old trees, like oaks and beech, but there was something distinctly odd about everything, like it wasn't really real, all an illusion.
Sitting up a little gingerly, careful to swallow a few times before breathing, I looked around my position. The deepest woods one would imagine surrounded me. All through my body, that same weird creeping feeling pulled at my skin, twisting it and prodding from the inside. My head pounded. Whether that was due to whatever weird trip I had been on, or whether I had caused myself to have a premature hangover, to this day I am still not sure, but all I know is that it was so bad as to cause me to see stars as I attempted to stand up. Sitting back, I looked around again, but nothing amazing jumped out at me to make any sense of what had happened. Surely some amount of time had passed that would explain this, a couple of hours that I had lost in transition, and in those hours, Beth-Anne and Kris had returned and put my limp, unconscious body into some taxi and told them to leave me in some woods! That would explain it!
Standing again, as a dizzy spell waved over me and I leant against a nearby tree, I carefully checked my jean pockets. The cold was seeping up my legs, as my poor blue cotton socks soaked up the dew on the grassy ground all around. Nothing to help ease the confusion of the situation in those pockets. I sigh once more and stretch out my sore body, thinking quickly, or more, as quickly as I could. What was going on? What was I going to do? It was while I was thinking of my situation that I spied, from the corner of my eye, a jutt of white stone. I frown at it, as though it is that piece of stone's fault I am here, then carefully start to take some steps, baby steps at first, to test I was still capable of walk. The vomitting had eased my drunkness, and I could safely walk without meandering too much, and, using the trees as support, I walked toward those stones, intent to see what civilisation I had found.
The answer was none!
The stone was a wall stone that had fallen off when the roof had caved in, and the ruin of the temple like structure held no further answers, though it did provide some shelter. It was large, and half of it looked more like a cave then a building. As I pulled myself through the wreckage, I found cups and the stubbed remains of long lost candles. There were some ornate decorations, made of golden metals, inlaid with silver. Very pretty, but at that moment, of little importance. Occupying myself in the clearing of some small space, I finally collapse onto a grand white stone and look around. I was truely lost. No one would find me. What had I gotten myself into? The ache was duller now, but it exhausted me. Curling up in the lee of the large stone, which supported some of the caved in ceiling, I closed my eyes and promptly fell asleep. When the sun rose, I'd think on my position more...
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 9:00 pm
Xendan's Change will go here once he returns off Hiatus =D
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