BASICS
"Son, let me tell you something
-Nickname:SilverTooth
-Age: 50ish (Edit if needed)
-Gender: Male
-Rank: Ancient
-Role: The Deciever
-Motivation: He is motivated by many factors: Pride, Morality, and such. However, he will not rest until the Humans will fight alone.

APPEARANCE
”Appearances aren't everything, my boy."
-Eyes: Auburn
-Hair: Black
-Height: 6' 1''
-Weight: 190lbs
-Skin Tone: Deep Tan
-Build: Slightly larger than Medium build
-Body Markings: Tribal tattoos of his battles, journeys and such.
-Description: Methuselah, or Met, is a very hardened man. His Body has been toned from the battles of his childhood, and his tanned skin is proof of it. His body is riddled with scars and tattoos, proof of his skill and survival. His shoulder length hair is unkempt, and his Auburn eyes seem to intimidate, and yet sooth at the same time. Strong jawbone, pearly white teeth, and a greying black beird complete his face. When he transforms, however, Met becomes a massive black dragon, with red and auburn outlines running around his body. He can also go into a 'Half' state, where his skin becomes scaled, claws form, and a pair of wings - useless however - grow on his back.


MENTALITY
You don't know my head. And I shall keep it that way.
-Quirks: Met will babble at times, muttering to himself in either strange tongues, or incoherent sentences. He will also stretch often, and crack his back and any other bone he can.
-Fears: Weakness - Met refuses to become weak in any way, and fears it most.
-Likes: Meditation, Training, Flying, Pacing, Hunting, Exploring the Ruins, Tactics, Fire, The Environment
-Dislikes: Water, Weakness, Rudeness, Insubordination, Humans, Sloppiness, Confusion.
-Personality: Methuselah isn't the friendliest person to get along with. His cold, harsh, and formal exterior bars many from getting to know him at all. He is very much like a general, guiding his fellow Shalan and keeping everything in order. Those who know him well, many have either died off or not been with him for a long time, know him as a lover of nature and hunting, power and his people. He is extremely judgmental, but he wants everyone to be their best, even if his rudeness tells it otherwise. He can be quite dry and sarcastic, but usually believes these to be forms of insubordination, so he refrains from doing so. He knows of his own power, but he rarely exploits it. A very simple man, simple needs, and blunt personality. And he never bluffs nor brags. Everything he says is true.



EQUIPMENT
”They say a soldier is only as good as his weapon. What a load of rubbish"
-Armor: Met wears a custom armor of fur and steel. The breastplate is mostly steel, with leather strips running across. Fur lines the arms holes of his armor, which is great for the colder times of the year. He doesn't mind it in the hottest times. His grieves are simple leather gloves with metal studs at the knuckles and cut off fingers. His boots are fur lined at the top and on the inside, with a hard leather exterior. (Armor in top pick.)
-Casual Clothing: He wears a green cloak with a hood, resembling a druid in the sorts. This symbolizes his status as an Ancient. For more information, see top pick.
-Carried Items: His Staff of the Ancients, a staff he carries to also resemble his status, which has a green orb at the top of a hawthorn staff. He also has a red pendant that he always wears, but this isn't a status symbol. He wears it to remind him of how he got to where he is now.

-Main Weapon
•Name: Daerka
•Type: Spear
•Made of: Obsidian laced Black wood and steel
•Length: 2.75 m
•Weight: 20 lbs
•Description/Info: His legendary spear, Daerka is his chosen weapon when he isn't using his fists. It's black rod is sturdy, and hasn't broken in 10 years, with laced obsidian running round the rod, reinforcing it. The spear head is black laced with silver tribal symbols, and has 2 points on either end, which somewhat resembles a trident.


COMBATIVENESS
”Can you handle an old man? You better hope you can."
-Natural Talents
•Talent 1: Transformation: He can turn into a really, really big dragon. Enough said.
•Talent 2: Battle Hardened: Countless fights with almost every living creature has left Methuselah with a very level head in battle, knowing what to do in nearly any situation.

-Skills
•Skill 1: Close-Mid Ranged Combat: Whether he is fighting with a spear, or simply with his fists, Met knows exactly what he is doing with any of his weapons at his disposal. He is especially known for beating swordsmen with only his bare hands. He has honed techniques of parrying, deflecting and blocking swords with just his hand. However, This youngster named Zack has beaten him more than once in one on one with just his fists. Damn nimble cat.
•Skill 2: Welcome to the Jungle: Met has gained much experience in living in rough terrain and survival instincts. He knows how to fend for himself where ever he goes.

-Weaknesses
•Weakness 1: Stuck up Loner: Met relies on himself far too often, brushing away help because he is either too proud or too stubborn. He doesn't interact with people very well, since he usually either barks orders or expects them to know what they are doing. Only few truly understand who he is, as a very ambitious, practical and blunt man.
•Weakness 2: For the Children: He has a massive soft spot for the young ones, whom he believes are the only reason old men like him are around for: Teaching the new generation. This has been exploited by many, and is his largest weakness, besides the fear of weakness itself.



HISTORY
”What is there to know? I haven't asked you this question, so why should YOU ask me the same?"
-Life
•Martial Status: Currently Single, since his last 'Mate' died in childbirth, and the child died along with her. That was at least 10 years ago. He thinks...
•Family: Both parents have been deceased for quite sometime now, no children as of now.
•History: (TBA)

Yep, read it.