Andrew Shar, 17, Male
Ryder Name: Drew
Ryder Name: Drew
~ Physical Info ~
{Appearance}
Drew doesn’t exactly have the most intimidating stature. He’s slim and lanky, standing at five foot ten, with an awkward body of pale akin and freckles. He has no tattoos; he could never even think about the pain of getting one. Actually, Drew’s scar lacking body would suggest he’d never done anything dangerous in his life. No piercings, no blemish’s- well, except a few moles. He has just the barest amount of muscles that could get him by in a skirmish, but honestly, he’s not built for fighting.
Atop his frame is a head of fluffy hair that refuses to style anyway but up. His eyes are akin to a deer, a deep, wide, chocolate brown, framed with eyelashes a girl could envy.
~ Mentality ~
{ Sexuality }
Straight, he thinks. Not like he’s ever been in a relationship.
{Personality}
Drew’s personality is… is weird. He doesn’t understand social norms, so making friends is typically hard for him and he’ll often show up at social events only to float around aimlessly- much like a jellyfish. He doesn’t know when it’s okay to start a conversation, or what topic is best to talk about and when, and has a hard time knowing what is suited to joke about. His most common problems come from getting different reactions then what was intended; Drew will joke about something and others to find the joke uncalled for, or he’ll try and give a compliment, only for it to come off in a distasteful way. These reactions from others will only serve to make him more nervous, which just spurs more strange behavior. His nervousness will cause him to appear slightly creepy (lurking just on the outside of another group of people is one example), and when he realizes he’s creepy- well, that just makes him more nervous and at this point he’ll usually flee to a corner to hide in the hopes that someone might speak to him first.
Even if the teen manages to get a conversation started, that’s not to say the conversation would be particularly fulfilling. Marred with awkward silences, abrupt endings, unrelated statements and constant cutting himself off and stuttering, talking with Drew might make you feel almost as awkward as he does.
He struggles to express himself, and that sometimes causes him to burst with random statements that sounded good in his head but are actually completely unrelated and spoken much too loud.
One could almost say he’s introverted, except for the fact that he longs for and really trys to fit in. It just… doesn’t work out so hot.
The only thing that could pass as well defined in his personality is his sarcasm. After all, sarcasm is his only defense- besides hiding in corners.
Drew doesn’t exactly have the most intimidating stature. He’s slim and lanky, standing at five foot ten, with an awkward body of pale akin and freckles. He has no tattoos; he could never even think about the pain of getting one. Actually, Drew’s scar lacking body would suggest he’d never done anything dangerous in his life. No piercings, no blemish’s- well, except a few moles. He has just the barest amount of muscles that could get him by in a skirmish, but honestly, he’s not built for fighting.
Atop his frame is a head of fluffy hair that refuses to style anyway but up. His eyes are akin to a deer, a deep, wide, chocolate brown, framed with eyelashes a girl could envy.
~ Mentality ~
{ Sexuality }
Straight, he thinks. Not like he’s ever been in a relationship.
{Personality}
Drew’s personality is… is weird. He doesn’t understand social norms, so making friends is typically hard for him and he’ll often show up at social events only to float around aimlessly- much like a jellyfish. He doesn’t know when it’s okay to start a conversation, or what topic is best to talk about and when, and has a hard time knowing what is suited to joke about. His most common problems come from getting different reactions then what was intended; Drew will joke about something and others to find the joke uncalled for, or he’ll try and give a compliment, only for it to come off in a distasteful way. These reactions from others will only serve to make him more nervous, which just spurs more strange behavior. His nervousness will cause him to appear slightly creepy (lurking just on the outside of another group of people is one example), and when he realizes he’s creepy- well, that just makes him more nervous and at this point he’ll usually flee to a corner to hide in the hopes that someone might speak to him first.
Even if the teen manages to get a conversation started, that’s not to say the conversation would be particularly fulfilling. Marred with awkward silences, abrupt endings, unrelated statements and constant cutting himself off and stuttering, talking with Drew might make you feel almost as awkward as he does.
He struggles to express himself, and that sometimes causes him to burst with random statements that sounded good in his head but are actually completely unrelated and spoken much too loud.
One could almost say he’s introverted, except for the fact that he longs for and really trys to fit in. It just… doesn’t work out so hot.
The only thing that could pass as well defined in his personality is his sarcasm. After all, sarcasm is his only defense- besides hiding in corners.
{ Fears }
x Dying because of this crazy choice he made to join the Ryder Academy x
x People in general x
x Most Social interaction x
x Diablo x
x Bullies x
x Large bodies of water x
x To some extent, Loki
x Dying because of this crazy choice he made to join the Ryder Academy x
x People in general x
x Most Social interaction x
x Diablo x
x Bullies x
x Large bodies of water x
x To some extent, Loki
{Hopes and Dreams}
o Maybe make some friends o
o Become a person he’s proud of being o
o Actually be a successful Ryder o
o Belong o
o Hopes to stop being afraid of Loki o
o Maybe make some friends o
o Become a person he’s proud of being o
o Actually be a successful Ryder o
o Belong o
o Hopes to stop being afraid of Loki o
~ Personal Background ~
{Biography}
To say Drew has hated his life would be an overstatement, but he’s never exactly had those ‘good times’ everyone else seemed to have. He’s had about two good friends in his life, and hardly made acquaintances with anyone else. His family, well, they had more fun focusing on his brother Jonathans life. Jonathan, the tall and successful full ride scholarship one. The sports star, the prom king, the four years older and four times better then your best. Poor Drew couldn’t possibly compare to his social standings. The younger brother was absolutely miserable at sports and interacting with others. The only thing that even brushed the bar Jonathan had set were his grades, but even those weren’t the best in his class.
So Drew grew up in the shadow, and that was perfectly alright with him most of the time, since he didn’t particularly like attention, but that didn’t mean he didn’t long for friends. He tried at social events and school, he really did, but any thing he tried to do to get closer with people backfired and made him even more ostracized. All he had was his neighbor Lena and her best friend Allison, who allowed him to tag along with them at first out of pity in middle school, because everyone knew he didn’t have any friends. Eventually though, the three became very close and were like the three musketeers. As they neared the end of high school though, everyone had all these big plans; everyone had their futures all planned out, and Drew was stuck . He wasn’t particularly good at anything, and what he enjoyed (Tea, video games, books and history) wouldn’t get him a job as far as he knew.
So, he picked up Jonathans discarded plans to become a Ryder. He figured, this way, he might be able to learn something worthwhile and help people, maybe even make himself a better him. And his parents and brother wholeheartedly supported this new undertaking of his. So, in a desperate last attempt to prove himself to his family, and well, to himself, Drew read up on Ryders and enrolled, deciding it was as good a future as any.
Too bad he’s not exactly prepared for the violent training sessions, or the fright of a place where all the creatures of Cree can gather.
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Loki; Male
Phooka
Phooka
~ Physical Info ~
{Appearance}
In his unshifted form, Loki is somewhat typical as far as Phookas go, but according to humans may be a bit… demonic.
His facial features could be described as a either goat like, or, a dark furred antelope, with 2 huge towering horns that curve back. His eyes are huge and stark white with no visible pupil or irises. When he shifts they glow a pale yellow.
His head is surrounded by a very long shaggy mane, surrounding his entire head and neck, akin to a lion. It’s a black color as dark as ink, which is also the color of whatever he shifts into. Loki’s actual ears are quite long and stick out far from his head.
Now, Loki may be considered rather small compared to some of the other Phooka, who chose to permanently have their natural forms reach up to seven feet, but without alteration, he’s about average. Of course, meaning he’s about 6’5, not counting the height his horns appear to add.
His body is rather similar to a satyr, with a humanlike torso and arms. His abdomen and arms are also shadow colored, though his forearms and back look as dark as his mane, since they’re coated in wild curly hair.
Loki’s hands are long and thin, with five lengthy, knobby fingers. Though slender, his hands possess abnormal strength that, when better developed, could easily crush bones. His fingernails are also rather claw like, perfect for scratching.
The phooka’s lower half morphs into thick fur from his lower stomach down, coating his legs and shagging over his cloven hoofs.
Now of course, Loki is a Phooka and therefore a shape shifter, so his appearance when shifted obviously changes. His original shifting ability, before any training or work, only consists of a large dog and large pony, both with glowing yellow eyes and black fur.
~ Mentality ~
{ Ryder }
Drew
{Personality}
Loki is every bit a trickster as he is a shape shifter, making his name very appropriate. He’s a rather dark spirited example of a Phooka, branching from a very solitary life with no interaction aside from opposition.
He doesn’t he have the emotions or mentality of a human, but finds something close to amusement in playing tricks (Scaring humans, misplacing their belongings, stealing their food, pushing them down stairs, cutting their hair, etc.)
He is irrational, and doesn’t like to argue, but rather naturally assumes he is right and will clobber one on the head if he thinks differently. His mind set simply doesn’t allow room for doubt, which is why he’s constantly very flustered and irritable since meeting Drew.
Since the mildest Phookas often adore pranks and trickery, while the darkest are outright brutal and deadly, Loki can sometimes go a bit to far with his tricks whilst in an annoyed state. Since he’s not used to human emotion, Drew being flustered by someone could result in Loki violently reacting as he would when threatened.
He’s apathetic in a way, and is a very solitary creature, but is learning something of emotion from Drew.
Clearly he has a sense of curiosity. He has a tendency to steal and pickpocket things he finds interesting and hoard them in Drews room, which might make for some terrible interactions on his Ryders part.
This creature also has a knack for holding grudges- once he learns to shift more, one should try to avoid angering him; Loki might just pop out from under your bed as your worst nightmare.
.
In his unshifted form, Loki is somewhat typical as far as Phookas go, but according to humans may be a bit… demonic.
His facial features could be described as a either goat like, or, a dark furred antelope, with 2 huge towering horns that curve back. His eyes are huge and stark white with no visible pupil or irises. When he shifts they glow a pale yellow.
His head is surrounded by a very long shaggy mane, surrounding his entire head and neck, akin to a lion. It’s a black color as dark as ink, which is also the color of whatever he shifts into. Loki’s actual ears are quite long and stick out far from his head.
Now, Loki may be considered rather small compared to some of the other Phooka, who chose to permanently have their natural forms reach up to seven feet, but without alteration, he’s about average. Of course, meaning he’s about 6’5, not counting the height his horns appear to add.
His body is rather similar to a satyr, with a humanlike torso and arms. His abdomen and arms are also shadow colored, though his forearms and back look as dark as his mane, since they’re coated in wild curly hair.
Loki’s hands are long and thin, with five lengthy, knobby fingers. Though slender, his hands possess abnormal strength that, when better developed, could easily crush bones. His fingernails are also rather claw like, perfect for scratching.
The phooka’s lower half morphs into thick fur from his lower stomach down, coating his legs and shagging over his cloven hoofs.
Now of course, Loki is a Phooka and therefore a shape shifter, so his appearance when shifted obviously changes. His original shifting ability, before any training or work, only consists of a large dog and large pony, both with glowing yellow eyes and black fur.
~ Mentality ~
{ Ryder }
Drew
{Personality}
Loki is every bit a trickster as he is a shape shifter, making his name very appropriate. He’s a rather dark spirited example of a Phooka, branching from a very solitary life with no interaction aside from opposition.
He doesn’t he have the emotions or mentality of a human, but finds something close to amusement in playing tricks (Scaring humans, misplacing their belongings, stealing their food, pushing them down stairs, cutting their hair, etc.)
He is irrational, and doesn’t like to argue, but rather naturally assumes he is right and will clobber one on the head if he thinks differently. His mind set simply doesn’t allow room for doubt, which is why he’s constantly very flustered and irritable since meeting Drew.
Since the mildest Phookas often adore pranks and trickery, while the darkest are outright brutal and deadly, Loki can sometimes go a bit to far with his tricks whilst in an annoyed state. Since he’s not used to human emotion, Drew being flustered by someone could result in Loki violently reacting as he would when threatened.
He’s apathetic in a way, and is a very solitary creature, but is learning something of emotion from Drew.
Clearly he has a sense of curiosity. He has a tendency to steal and pickpocket things he finds interesting and hoard them in Drews room, which might make for some terrible interactions on his Ryders part.
This creature also has a knack for holding grudges- once he learns to shift more, one should try to avoid angering him; Loki might just pop out from under your bed as your worst nightmare.
.
{ Fears }
x Drew dying because of his stupidity x
x His kin who have joined Diablo x
x Getting trapped in a shifted form x
x Drew dying because of his stupidity x
x His kin who have joined Diablo x
x Getting trapped in a shifted form x
{Hopes and Dreams}
o Hopes for Drew to stop being so damn awkward o
o Dreams of endless blueberry fields o
o Dreams of Drew as a successful Ryder o
o Hopes Drew will stop being afraid of him o
o Hopes for Drew to stop being so damn awkward o
o Dreams of endless blueberry fields o
o Dreams of Drew as a successful Ryder o
o Hopes Drew will stop being afraid of him o
~ Personal Background ~
{History}
Cree is a large place; when one is uneasy with their surroundings, it’s a simple thing to move to a new location.
Loki (Though before meeting Drew he had no name; names were trivial), had resided in the Dark Hallows of Meridiem since his birth. He’d been born into the age of Diablo, which was what the older Phooka in his area commonly called the time period from which Diablo had taken over the South, to the present.
Though his parents had been quick to set him up for a solitary life (-for the Phooka in the South couldn’t live in noticeable herds, else they would be easily noticed by the army and unable to live in peace-) Loki wasn’t quite satisfied with what life seemed to be offering so far. He had no problem with Diablos army itself, but the consistent skulking around like fugitives had him in a tizzy, and feeling what a human could identify as annoyance.
Like most creatures of Cree, Phooka’s mature fast and so, within a week or so of his birth, he had set out to leave the dark lands of Diablo and search for a more home where he could roam freely.
Within a month of ghosting through Cree like a shadow, leaving humans scared from tricks in his wake, he had somehow found his way into Orientalis. Soon, he’d overheard of Emas, where it seemed to Loki all creatures could resign in without objection.
So, little more than a month old, he’d slipped on into Ryder’s Academy and made his home among the rest of the wildlife in the school. To the other creatures, he had just appeared one day from no where, though several of the Phooka instructors learned of his story with a bit of prodding.
He was unaware of the fact several occupants of the enclosure strived to become companions to students of the school. In fact, the concept of school was foreign to him. Which is why, only a week after he’d arrived, when human children flooded his new home, he wandered about in curiosity.
And came across Drew.
