Post by Obelisk on Jul 17, 2017 21:01:55 GMT
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OLD
OLD
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MALE
MALE
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HOMOSEXUAL
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DRAGON
DRAGON
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ELDER
ELDER
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MICHAEL HUDSON
MICHAEL HUDSON
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OBELISK
OBELISK
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Magical Ability:
Obelisk's power lies in the earth. Not in growing things but in the dirt and stones and metals. He has the uncanny ability to sniff out precious metals and gems, as well as fertile earth. When still he tends to look like part of the natural landscape, just another hill or small mountain. The ground may shake in response to his anger, open up to swallow his enemies, yet he does not often allow it because it hurts the land. He can mend such hurts, suturing land back together and bringing life back to salted ground but it is hard and often requires blood sacrifice. Wherever he sleeps, precious metals tends to leech up to him and precious stones spring forth. In one night it is hardly noticeable. If he hibernates somewhere for years it can create new veins of ore and crops of crystals.
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Appearance:
In his human guise, Obelisk still looks strange. His long hair is dark, black in most lights, but in daylight it seems to have a dappled cast like sunlight through trees and almost gives the impression of leaves. His skin isn't smooth but leathery and textured. To the fanciful mind it might look like mud, drying slowly in the sun. His eyes stony grey shot through with veins of gold and silver. His voice is low and rough, as though it comes from a much deeper chest.
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In his natural shape, it's little wonder he was once worshiped as a god. His voice is like stones rumbling down a distant hillside, or an avalanche echoing across a valley. He is large, easily mistaken for a small hill when at rest. His scales alternatively give the impression of mossy stone or leaves, depending on the light. His eyes are the same grey shot through with different metallics that change and shift as though they are living metal. His build is solid, unmovable, perhaps lacking some of the grace of his more sinuous kin but bringing with it a sort of earthy stability. His talons and fangs are the color of bone. Where his flesh shows it is the deep, near black color of fertile earth.
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Personality:
Obelisk is patient. It is the patience of moss growing, or stones being worn to pebbles. He has an unshakable belief that the world will always change. It will always change, so long as you can wait long enough. He strangely humble, quiet, and more than a little awkward in social situations. He seems to lack much of the social finesse of his kin, lacking some of the simple things others have learned to blend in. He almost always sticks out as a little bit strange- other dragons tend to give him a wide berth because of it. He likes to watch people. People are fascinating to him in all their ups and downs. He is very straight forward, terrible at lying and equally terrible at spotting a lie. He is, however, endlessly suspicious of dwarves and mages.
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History:
Once, a very long time ago, Obelisk was worshipped as a god. A small god, perhaps, and only by a few small villages of humans, but a god none the less. The world changes slowly around him and he was content to keep their fields rich, guide their miners, and live in relative peace. Slowly those villages grew to town, and those towns to small cities. It was like raising children. This though, was still the age of war. For a long time it had largely avoided his small corner of the world, guarded as it was by mountains. But to the Dwarves, mountains are no obstacle.
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He often took long absences from his little projects. To court, to explore, and to learn. When he came back from one of his soujourns, Dwarves had put his cities to flame and filled his mountains with machinery. Enraged, he fought to drive them out. Dropping in out of the night, he drove most of them from the largest lofty city. He could not keep them all safe but this one, this one was his. There he grieved for his dead, for dishonored temples, and a loss of innocence that was entirely his own. Gradually he came to some sort of peace with it- he was not entirely unaware of the dangers of warfare and in retrospect he could see that only luck had kept his people safe as long as it had.
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Eventually he began to leave his perch though he often returned to the city to walk the empty streets. He kept guard over the mineshafts he had told them to sink when he could but every time he left it seemed the Dwarves returned to strip them bare. Little did Obelisk know that as the years went by and more and more became known of dragons and the hunting of them, a plot was hatched. A certain party of dwarves reached out to mages. Drawn by the idea of doing something never tried before, the mages agreed to help. Together they crafted a trap.
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they built an enchanted cage in the remains of one of his old temples, now near crumbling to ruins. When he returned from one of his many trips, he was caught. A combination of mechanics and magic held him contained in the dark bowels of a mountain he had long called home. Though for a time he raged, he quickly came to understand that it was useless. So he waited. And he slept.
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And he waited.
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And he slept.
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And he waited.
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Eventually, someone found their way through the crumbles ceiling of their prison. They let him out, and for that he is forever in their debt. Thus he re-entered the world, only to find that the war, like all things, had changed with time. People were celebrating peace. It was, he decided, a good time to come out of a prison. And so for the last near century he has wandered the world, keeping his head down and relearning the ways of people though often he feels they change too quickly for him to keep up.
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Miscellaneous:
He feels he owes a lifelong debt to the person who freed him.
Magical Ability:
Obelisk's power lies in the earth. Not in growing things but in the dirt and stones and metals. He has the uncanny ability to sniff out precious metals and gems, as well as fertile earth. When still he tends to look like part of the natural landscape, just another hill or small mountain. The ground may shake in response to his anger, open up to swallow his enemies, yet he does not often allow it because it hurts the land. He can mend such hurts, suturing land back together and bringing life back to salted ground but it is hard and often requires blood sacrifice. Wherever he sleeps, precious metals tends to leech up to him and precious stones spring forth. In one night it is hardly noticeable. If he hibernates somewhere for years it can create new veins of ore and crops of crystals.
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Appearance:
In his human guise, Obelisk still looks strange. His long hair is dark, black in most lights, but in daylight it seems to have a dappled cast like sunlight through trees and almost gives the impression of leaves. His skin isn't smooth but leathery and textured. To the fanciful mind it might look like mud, drying slowly in the sun. His eyes stony grey shot through with veins of gold and silver. His voice is low and rough, as though it comes from a much deeper chest.
[break]
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In his natural shape, it's little wonder he was once worshiped as a god. His voice is like stones rumbling down a distant hillside, or an avalanche echoing across a valley. He is large, easily mistaken for a small hill when at rest. His scales alternatively give the impression of mossy stone or leaves, depending on the light. His eyes are the same grey shot through with different metallics that change and shift as though they are living metal. His build is solid, unmovable, perhaps lacking some of the grace of his more sinuous kin but bringing with it a sort of earthy stability. His talons and fangs are the color of bone. Where his flesh shows it is the deep, near black color of fertile earth.
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Personality:
Obelisk is patient. It is the patience of moss growing, or stones being worn to pebbles. He has an unshakable belief that the world will always change. It will always change, so long as you can wait long enough. He strangely humble, quiet, and more than a little awkward in social situations. He seems to lack much of the social finesse of his kin, lacking some of the simple things others have learned to blend in. He almost always sticks out as a little bit strange- other dragons tend to give him a wide berth because of it. He likes to watch people. People are fascinating to him in all their ups and downs. He is very straight forward, terrible at lying and equally terrible at spotting a lie. He is, however, endlessly suspicious of dwarves and mages.
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History:
Once, a very long time ago, Obelisk was worshipped as a god. A small god, perhaps, and only by a few small villages of humans, but a god none the less. The world changes slowly around him and he was content to keep their fields rich, guide their miners, and live in relative peace. Slowly those villages grew to town, and those towns to small cities. It was like raising children. This though, was still the age of war. For a long time it had largely avoided his small corner of the world, guarded as it was by mountains. But to the Dwarves, mountains are no obstacle.
[break]
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He often took long absences from his little projects. To court, to explore, and to learn. When he came back from one of his soujourns, Dwarves had put his cities to flame and filled his mountains with machinery. Enraged, he fought to drive them out. Dropping in out of the night, he drove most of them from the largest lofty city. He could not keep them all safe but this one, this one was his. There he grieved for his dead, for dishonored temples, and a loss of innocence that was entirely his own. Gradually he came to some sort of peace with it- he was not entirely unaware of the dangers of warfare and in retrospect he could see that only luck had kept his people safe as long as it had.
[break]
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Eventually he began to leave his perch though he often returned to the city to walk the empty streets. He kept guard over the mineshafts he had told them to sink when he could but every time he left it seemed the Dwarves returned to strip them bare. Little did Obelisk know that as the years went by and more and more became known of dragons and the hunting of them, a plot was hatched. A certain party of dwarves reached out to mages. Drawn by the idea of doing something never tried before, the mages agreed to help. Together they crafted a trap.
[break]
[break]
they built an enchanted cage in the remains of one of his old temples, now near crumbling to ruins. When he returned from one of his many trips, he was caught. A combination of mechanics and magic held him contained in the dark bowels of a mountain he had long called home. Though for a time he raged, he quickly came to understand that it was useless. So he waited. And he slept.
[break]
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And he waited.
[break]
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And he slept.
[break]
[break]
And he waited.
[break]
[break]
Eventually, someone found their way through the crumbles ceiling of their prison. They let him out, and for that he is forever in their debt. Thus he re-entered the world, only to find that the war, like all things, had changed with time. People were celebrating peace. It was, he decided, a good time to come out of a prison. And so for the last near century he has wandered the world, keeping his head down and relearning the ways of people though often he feels they change too quickly for him to keep up.
[break]
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Miscellaneous:
He feels he owes a lifelong debt to the person who freed him.
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RIEN
RIEN
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