Natsu Dragnil
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| Subject: Natsu Dragnil (character thing) Mon Dec 07, 2009 6:53 am | |
| Name: Natsu Dragnil Patron Deity: He lacks the attention span to truely worship a god but of what he does keep in mind he favours dragons and the sun god, Occasus. Desired Location(Village, City, Continent, etc): Natsu is generally a nomad who takes it upon himself to vanquish threats that harm what ever city or village he is currently in tho this usually ends in the destruction of quite a few buildings and afterwoulds he usually rewards himself. Appearance: Background(if any): Name: Natsu Dragneel Demi-God of What: Dragon Fire. Appearance(Can be a picture, description, or both): Avatar and since I cannot find a sufficient signature I will simply describe his attire. Casual/ clothing he wears everywhere: Natsu's attire consists of a large white checkered scarf that was given to him by his foster parent Igneel ( Dragon), an open black vest that he wears to show off his physique, somewhat long white pants that are unusually baggy and finally a black waist cloak that he wears to compliment his jacket which is made of similiar material. Hair colour/ eye colour: A most odd feature of Natsu is that he is quite easily defined from a crowd as he has a extremely light shade of red some would call it pink hair while his eyes are a dull green which shows a little characteristic adoption from Igneel his foster father.(dragon) Background: tho historians cannot say when this being came to be it is certain that he wields the god's holy flame like a play toy as all of those whom have met him in battle have been burnt to a crisp, the beginning of these fools was not too long ago when Natsu was a young boy who was abandoned as a child for a reason he still searches for today. Wandering around the world alone he was finaly taken in by the most surprizing creature as a dragon named Igneel took him in like a cub and trained him to focus the world's energy around him into that of fire the most holy of the god's creations, tho his control over flame was obviously kindling he could only preform a party trick which he ironically does at the peak of his power today as he could only balance a flame on the tip of his tongue Igneel trained him to be able to eat the fire and use it as a food source which often gives him the nickname "Salamander". Somewhere along the lines a warrior was travelling through and happened to spot the gargantuan mass that was Igneel and immediatly attacked with out question which led to the young man's demise swiftly as he was burnt to cinders Igneel realized that it was no longer safe for Natsu to be around him and therefore upon his seventeenth birhday dissapeared with out a clue leaving Natsu looking around the world for his foster father, a manwho was rumoured to be a demi-god was somewhat jealous of Natsu's fire talent as it rivalled that of his own and with short noticed challenged Natsu to fight him to the death to see who's fire burnt hotter but was just as quickly denied. The stuborn Demi-god would not take no for an answer and so he began to rant on about Igneel who he had seen fleeing the orphaned Natsu and in doing so enraged him and with little effort the Demi-gods flames were consumed by Natsu and than using the boost Natsu delivered a punch that shattered the demi-gods jaw almost instantly killing him, upon kicking the body a few times it was apparent that the body was now lifeless however a sudden flame sparked and a mysterious force forced Natsu to eat the flame upon which he was granted the status of the now dead Demi-god. Rp Sample: Please note that this rp sample was done quite awhile ago and for something else ;p - Spoiler:
From the darkness of night there came a sound, while not odd, it held an ominous tone. The bells of a clock tower in the distance slowly banging out the 12 chimes of midnight and with each clang, there was an underlying crunch, But as the twelfth chime faded, the crunching continued "Crunch, crunch, click, click." Metal trinkets clanked together, and a dark jacket swayed in the wind but of course the jacket alone didn't stand and sway, No, there was a person in it. A tall collar covered the lower half of the face, and a large shadowed hood shrouded the top part of the face. What little light there was glinted off of something in those shadows, creating the illusion of two large glowing eyes. A brief cloud over the moon, and the figure was gone, down below in the city the crunching resumed. "crunch, crunch, click, click, swish, swish ." The streetlights cast their shadows on the figure about 6'3'' and decked in dark clothing, the only light came from whatever was reflecting the light in the shadowy face of this creature of darkest evening. A slight raucous disturbed the peaceful night, A boisterous drunken man stumbled out of a bar, moving into an alley and leaning on the wall. The figure turned, entering the alley, The drunk turned to the figure. "whatchoo want?" The figure stood silent before speaking in a rough and shallow voice, almost enticing...but something about it sent shivers through the drunk's spine. "...The alcohol on your breath cannot mask a deeper scent, sorrow in your heart, bittersweet liquor known as depression...depression you seek to cure with booze" The man belched. "Crazy kid....whatcha gonna do? take away my pain?." The figure smiled, the light reflecting softly off teeth that had canines that seemed to sharp and too long. "...I can...and I will...," A brief second, all the man did was blink. And then a metal object pierced through his chest. Dark like the figure, and twisted in ways that were painful merely to look at, But that wasn't what got the man, No, what got him was the lack of pain. Oh, his nerves were screaming in agony at the blade in his body. But the weight of emotion was suddenly lifted. "...wh-who...wh-what are you?," He stammered, pulling down on the collar, The shadows parted to reveal the face of a young man, who couldn't be older then 23. But that smile, still spooky, still macabre, The boy chuckled. "My name is Death And your time has come." The man's body fell limply to the ground, releasing a dull thud. Tamaki chuckled softly, letting the drunk fall to the ground. "......I...hate alcohol." He sighed softly, sitting down in the alley, He saw a girl look at him, no enticement. Not that she wasn't beautiful......she was, However, her death wouldn't ease his heavy heart. He looked to her, blushing softly, He was shy, and part of his own heart longed for companionship but he shook his head, The blade disappeared into the shadows of his cloak and he stood up. The girl ran away as he could feel an ache in his heart, but he wouldn't give it up.... Not yet...... He still had so much to do.
Quick note about character: He is able to control fire to an extent as to boost the momentum of his strikes or even perhaps to breathe a cone of fire out of his mouth but he cannot consume fire he created as this is impossible it was like telling a black smith to eat his creations, the only way he can gain strength from the fire is if it is not his own and if he consumes it which many people stare in awe at but he merely sees it as a gourmet treat. | |
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