Ornisk

--==Please read the "Approach Methods," before approaching me.==--

Ornisk

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Race: Silver Dragon
Height to the Withers: 25 feet
Ground to Chest: 10 feet
Body Length: 30 feet
Total Length: 100 feet
Height of Head: 35 feet.
[So many heights!]

Description

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Ornisk is a fairly sized ancient silver dragon that lairs in the cold mountain tops. Though he doesn't actively seek those that are intelligent enough to talk back to him as food, it doesn't mean he won't make a meal out of them if his belly gurgles the slightest. He's quite neutral, and to him, nature is nature.

From feet to shoulders, he stands nearly twenty five feet tall, and his head rises up on a neck ton nearly thirty five feet high. Like an old man, long tendrils of scales dangle off his chin working their way along his jaw line on both sides toward the back like side burns. Beneath two ebony horns expands heavy leather frills of his ear structure. Along the length of his spine to the tip of his tail a shimmering frill of leather stretches, reflecting the light of the world with just a twitch.

Just so you're aware. This dragon is available for a lot of story ideas. If you have a STORY you'd like to tell that might have a kink or two in it, please let me know. I'm very interested. Realise story implies that there are characters with proper thoughts and feelings and even though you're looking to get eaten or rammed by him... There's still something there meat wise for a story and why they're doing things. It doesn't need tons of set up, just some. A setting. If you're in for just a grab and gulp? Expect me to be less enthusiastic but if you catch me on a good day, I may partake in that.

Approach Methods:

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Surprise me, honestly. If I'm around, poke me and see if you can spark my interest in anything interesting. Key words here, POKE ME, and SPARK MY INTEREST. This doesn't mean come to me going "I'd really like to play, let's go." Followed shortly by, "I dunno what to do, whatever YOU want to do..." Go away. Just turn around right now, and go away. I'm tired and worn out of coming up with ideas and I'd really like to explore some of YOUR ideas.

If I approach you for something, I likely have an idea in mind that I want to play out. So please, treat me the same way.

Something to know about me. I tend to flip flop a lot. Some times I want to be brutal and ravenous, and other times not. It depends on what you tell me you want and it also depends on what mood I'm in. It also might change depending on how your character treats mine.

Things that interest me? They go in this order.

1.) Eating you and others together
2.) Eating you
3.) Sexiness [He'd be glad to make himself smaller for your pleasure! ]
4.) Other [Unsure]

Open: I'm likely lurking and focusing my attention elsewhere [a game or something.] Approach me in PM's. Feel free to be IC'ly about it or OOC'ly about it. IF YOU ARE OOC'ing, be damn clear and use brackets.
LFRP: I am looking to play. Get with me, see if I'm interested in what you want to do.
DND: This means I'm likely playing with someone that really has grabbed my interest, and since I don't like doing more than 1 RP at a time, I don't want to RP with you.
No Tag: Likely lurking. Poke me, but be aware I may be involved in something else and I'm just chatting or I may be looking for something that interest ME.

IC Open for Approach Starters:

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Feel free to use these as guidelines to start something up. Or, make your own. Surprise me. I like surprises. Feel free to start him off in very bad predicaments.

1.) Ornisk lay on his hill enjoying the sun beating down on his back. This particular clearing he's found, he really enjoys, for at this time of day the evening sun is not blocked by his mountain and beats down into the clearing to warm his silvery form. Hey lay on his side, and from time to time he rolls his bulk over so that the other might enjoy the sun's last rays. The best rays, he might say. It's rare and hard to catch him so at ease like this, but once every few weeks he's sure to spoil himself.

2.) Ornisk glides around his mountain top, like a crow circling a corpse. Hungry eyes scan his territory below looking for something to satiate his hunger. He latches onto clouds even, being a natural talent of the silver dragons, and darts from cloud to cloud. He's only a flash of silver in the evening sky. From here, he can watch his forest, his lakes and streams, as well as his cold mountain top littered in frozen forest and barren cliff faces.

3.) A tall ruin stands here, one that equals that of a stadium. Tall spires rise up in a circular pattern, half of them embedded in the rock of Ornisk mountain side, the other half at the edge of a green forest of pines. In the center lay an alter, lavished in archaic engravings and patterns. This is the offering spot of those villages nearby. Villages that wish for the dragon's protection.

4.) After a hard fought battle for his territory, Ornisk finds himself licking his wounds at one of his lakes about the base of his mountain. He lay along the grassy shore doing his best to repair damaged scales with licks and nudges of his nose to push the scales back where they should be. He looks pained and worn out. His blood has stained the grass about him, and some even taints the nearby lake shore.