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Terrence Halls

"Woah, dibs on that one!"

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a character in “That's Not an Omelette”, as played by Cienpher

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Full Name: Terrence Halls
    (Terry)
Gender: Male
Age: 20

Dragon
His bonded dragon is Medusa, and despite his enthusiasm, the two of them had a bit of a rocky start. It took him a while to realize that the hatchling was blind and even longer to realize that it wasn't just female.

Physical Description
With startling height and an appetite to match, Terry just looks like the athlete he is. He's built with lean muscle and meets physical challenges with ease. Given his long limbs and 6'1" height, people are often surprised to learn that he's not on the basketball team. No, this young man has a scholarship in cross country, and one look at his face when he runs is enough to tell that he loves it.

Being from Montana, Terry's a bit of a nature child, and it shows. His murky brown hair streaks blond from the sun while his ever-tanning skin never manages to return to its natural paleness before summer comes around. He's a bit of a golden boy in more than one sense of the word, and the only trait that breaks the color scheme is the cool grey-blue of his eyes. He likes to joke that they match the weather since they seem to change colors with the natural light.

His casual wear consists of simple shirts and jeans along with surprisingly elaborate jackets. Apparently he has a friend who works at a shop with some cool clothes. On training days, he can usually be found in athletic wear - sleeveless shirts and jerseys with basketball shorts or sweatpants. Even though he lets his overgrown hair be a mess when he goes to class, he always sweeps it back neatly with a headband before going on a run. At home he sometimes uses bobby pins or barrettes.




Personality
Upbeat and loyal, Terry's been told more than once that he seems like a dog person - more in the sense that he's like a dog rather than that he likes them. Good-natured and always wanting to be a part of things, he's the kind to drop everything to help out a friend… often dropping everything on another friend in the process. Yes, although Terry's always been popular on a superficial level, his actual friends need to pool all their fingers to list off all his flaws.

For one thing, Terry's rather self-centered. This isn't to say that he's selfish by nature, but his vision is often limited to the scope of his own comfort and he doesn't quite realize when he's making trouble for other people. In this sense, he is inconsiderate. He's the kind of guy who would move the furniture around the house to get a fresh start on things, but forget to tell his blind roommate to watch out. He's more than once worn shoes into the shared apartment despite Min's persistent reminders. If Terry doesn't put extreme effort into remembering, he easily forget things that are a hindrance to his own comfort.



Likes
  • Running - he's been doing track and field since middle school, and it's what's keeping him in college.
  • Nature - in his opinion, there's nothing better than running through the grass or sand or trees.
  • Granola Bars - they're easy to eat on the go and taste pretty good too!
  • Convenience - since Terry's always on the move, anything that helps him get more done more quickly with more comfort is a bonus.

Dislikes
  • Coffee - he just thinks it looks and tastes gross and there's no persuading him otherwise.
  • Rain - he's never been a fan of the 'wet sock' feeling.
  • Useless Rules - when he doesn't see the point of a rule or thinks it's just inconvenient, he's bound to protest it eventually.
  • Limitations - keeping Terry boxed in is like trying to raise a labrador in a shoebox; it's not going to work and no one is happy.

Fears
  • Fast Vehicles - while Terry can trust his own two feet, that isn't always the case with cars or roller coasters.
  • Broken Bones - the thing about running is that it's a full-body thing; one broken limb and he's on downtime.




History
Be creative! What events in their past influenced them?

Relationships
Min -
Marilla -


Other
Anything else?

So begins...

Terrence Halls's Story

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Character Portrait: Marilla Sanders Character Portrait: Verity Character Portrait: Kyung-min Lee Character Portrait: Ned Ramsey Character Portrait: Terrence Halls Character Portrait: Medusa Character Portrait: Uriel Evans
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It wasn't a lizard. Being from Montana, Terry had held his fair share of lizards, and they felt nothing like this. This was a dragon - or he assumed his was as well, since everyone else's looked pretty much like typical dragons while his looked a little weird - and it was amazing. Although it was smaller than his hand, it was incredibly dense, lying heavy across his palm. It gave a squeak when he ran his thumb along its spine. Oh, its skin was like sandpaper. Cool.

"Well, I hate to break it to you guys," Terry said, rocking himself off the sofa, "but I've officially nabbed the best one of the batch. Look, it looks like the alien from Alien." He grinned and held out his hatchling to the rest of the group to display its bizarre featureless head. It tottered as if confused on his palm, lashing its flat-tipped tail.

Uriel was taking charge of the situation as always, but Terry hadn't really been listening. The mention of lamb chops definitely got his attention. "Well since we didn't get our omelettes, lamb chops are good as anything - I'm starving. Here, Marilla, watch mine for me," Terry said, plopping his new noisy burden into his roommate's lap. He was oblivious to the hatchling's writhing outrage.

He headed into the kitchen and lamented the empty egg carton, the frying pan abandoned on the stove. What a sad, lonely sight. While Uriel looked around for a phone, Terry leaned over and stretched himself across the countertop. Pressing his cheek to the smooth stone, he gazed somberly upon the ingredients remaining. "We've got six actual eggs left but that's not enough for all of us," he sighed. Man, and he'd been looking forward to this omelette party for a week now. The one time he had time outside his training schedule, and no actual omelettes. Kicking open the trash compactor, with the sweep of an arm, he cleared the remains of broken dreams (egg shells, they were the dragon egg shells) off the counter and slammed the machine shut.

Well, now that that unfortunate reminder of nonexistent meals was taken care of, Terry gave a thumbs up to Uriel and headed to the windows to draw the curtains.

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Noodle slithered around on the table, sniffing everything it got close to. Min watched, making sure it didn't bite anyone else, until he was startled by the sound of the trash compactor. Wait, trash...?

"Please don't tell me you did what I think you did."

Min slowly walked over to where Terry had stood, trying to think of a way to fix the situation. There was none. He stared for a few seconds, full of disbelief. No, no, it was okay. The eggshells weren't that important. Its not like the dragons needed them any longer. They were only important if you had planned to write down everything about your dragon. If you wanted to keep a log, and study it properly. Like he wanted to do. His data was ruined already. It could never be complete.

"Terry!" he yelled at the boy by the windows, getting his attention. Min frantically gestured from the carton to the machine. "You just, you just!!!!!" Dragging his hands down his face in frustration, he growled, "Terryyyyyyy."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He should've looked earlier. Why hadn't he thought to keep an eye on Terry as soon as he came into the kitchen? He couldn't blame his roommate for this. No matter how shitty they were.

When the machine had finished his job, Min didn't open it. He already knew what the result was. The eggs had turned to dust, already lost in the other garbage. There would be no way to tell which egg belonged to his dragon. He sounded more remorseful than angry when he muttered, "Why doesn't this damn machine have a stop button?"

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Character Portrait: Marilla Sanders Character Portrait: Verity Character Portrait: Kyung-min Lee Character Portrait: Ned Ramsey Character Portrait: Terrence Halls Character Portrait: Medusa Character Portrait: Uriel Evans
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"Uriel, I think it might depend on the dragon. I mean, all of these little guys look like they're from totally different species. It might just end up being a trial and error thing," Marilla offered, then turned her attention to the tiny feathered dragon which had somehow climbed its way up on her lap.

It had currently curled up into a tiny little ball of sorts, and apparently had been snoozing- up until Terry dropped his little hatchling on her lap as well. Then it backed up against Marilla's stomach, regarding the new arrival with a sort of hesitant curiosity before it bounded over, nudged the other with the tip of its snout, then quickly went back to its position against Marilla.

"It's Rilla, Terry! I don't know how many times I've said this, but I'll keep saying it until you get it into your head." She called out after him, then turned to watch the exchange on her lap. Her hatchling seemed more like a puppy than a dragon. It was sort of adorable.

All the while though also listening to Terry and Min's exchange, she raised an eyebrow, glancing over at the blonde, "Uh. Why'd you throw the eggshells out? Maybe they're supposed to eat them- certain animals have to eat their eggshells after they're born. I mean, it doesn't seem like it, since all these little guys just about ditched their eggshells, but you know, it could've been. Maybe we should all just wait a bit on doing anything hasty like that for a while."

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Character Portrait: Verity Character Portrait: Kyung-min Lee Character Portrait: Roisin Ramos Character Portrait: Ned Ramsey Character Portrait: Terrence Halls Character Portrait: Medusa Character Portrait: Alexander Ramos
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"Terryyyyyyy."

Ah, there it was again, his name said with too many vowels. Well, it was lucky that his parents hadn't named him Xavier or something. That would've just been awkward to say all drawn out like Min so often did. Terry was a much nicer name in Terry's opinion - less clumsy. No one's tongue had to trip over four syllables.

"Rilla, Rilla, right. Sorry," he said, with his version of an apologetic grin, full of sincere cheer and not quite as apologetic as one would hope. Having secured the windows, since he was already standing, Terry deftly leapt over low standing furniture and prone bodies to deal with the front door. "And I'm sure it'll be fine. They don't look like they'd get full off eggshells anyway. 'Sides, they came out of chicken eggs and we have six more of those."

Meanwhile, his grey-brown hatchling left in Marilla's care stood stock still, as if stunned by its contact with another creature. After a moment, it staggered forward uneasily on its feet. It was tentative, as if unsure of what to make of its new terrain and confused as to what it might meet up ahead. It stopped when it got to close to the other feathered hatchling, and cocking its head it cautiously twisted and brought forward its tail, waving it in front of him like a blind man with a cane.

As Terry locked the door and checked the handle twice, he tossed out to the group over his shoulder, "So, it's been a good long while already. Who's ready to play the naming game? Roi? Alex? Ned?"

To be honest, he was just fishing for ideas. Despite having grown up in a town where there were more animals than children, Terry hadn't been allowed any pets as a kid, and he hadn't named a thing before in his life. Alex had his love of comic books and Roisin had her writing. Ned, well, had a daughter, so clearly he'd done this sort of thing before. Maybe he could just… piggy back of their ideas. Sounded like a sound plan to him.

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Eggshells being destroyed? The middle aged man didn't care one bit about that.

Ned was paralyzed from the surprise and dread he felt as he was forced the responsibility to take care of a mythical being. Everyone seemed to be excited to have a pet dragon, but he only felt his wallet becoming lighter and his free time becoming more scarce.

"So, it's been a good long while already. Who's ready to play the naming game? Roi? Alex? Ned?"

Ned was terrified when he heard these words from Terrance, mostly because he actually had a terrible naming sense. Serena's name was chosen by his deceased wife, Jennifer. Ned was originally planning on naming his daughter "Prudence" after hearing his co-worker name his daughter "Hope", but everyone was against his idea.

Now he had to name something that he hadn't thought even existed. Ned read a few fantasy novels, where they would label the dragons with names such as, "Fafnir" or "Glaurung", but he didn't dare name it with something so grandeur. Otherwise, the others might think of him as old fashioned, which was one of his greatest fear. Ned wanted to stay hip and young to keep the "cool adult that you can totally depend on" image that was in his head. However, it's also crucial because this dragon has to live with the name for the rest of it's life, even if it's not with him in the future.

Ned racked his brain around for a minute and remembered an anime that his daughter was watching this morning. It featured an unknown being that was alien to human records, and named the unknown being with an acronym...U.M.A was it? Unidentified Mysterious Animal, that's right, that was the name. He quickly looked up the name Uma on his smartphone.

"Unidentified Mysterious Animal, the popular term for cryptids in Japan"

"What a wonderfully fitting name for the new born dragon." Ned had accidentally said it out loud.
After getting over the embarrassment, he turned to Terrance.

"Twerp, I know you're trying to rub off on our ideas but at least try to keep it unique, alright?"

He then turned to everyone else for feedback on the name.

"Uma has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

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"Well, I hate to break it to you guys, but I've officially nabbed the best one of the batch. Look, it looks like the alien from Alien."

"Uh nice try but my dude here looks like," Alex paused for a second, glancing over at his dragon before realizing it had disappeared, "oh shit!"

"Scree!"

Alex looked over to the sink, finding the small creature bathing in one of the dirty dishes. It seemed to enjoy the half-filled bowl of water despite the remnants of food caked on the edges. Clearly his dragon gave no damns about being gross. He picked up the bowl and filled it to the rim so as to allow the serpent to swim more freely before setting it on the table. He paid no mind to the rest of the participants in the discussion until the idea of food popped up and Alex could only imagine what sorts of things this creature, this dragon could eat.

"Mine seems like more of a fish type of guy, but that's just a guess," he shrugged as he double-checked any other entrances and exits within the apartment. The last thing he wanted was one of them getting into the walls and plus, his dragon seemed happy in the water.

When he was finished, Terrance proposed the idea of naming all the dragons but honestly Alexander wasn't so sure. Naming it meant giving it an identity and thus sympathy should it ever get hurt. Granted his dragon was cool as hell but it'd be bad deals if the thing ever ran away. Not that he was thinking that far into the future.

"I dunno man, I want something cool and prophetic," he shrugged, "any ideas Roi?"

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"Uriel, I think it might depend on the dragon. I mean, all of these little guys look like they're from totally different species. It might just end up being a trial and error thing,"

Having already started making the phone call, Uriel was surprised by the comment, but only nodded thoughtfully in response. Not that Rilla was paying attention any more, the dragons were very entrancing for all of his friends. "Hello, Uriel Evans here. Yes. I don't have another shift until tomorrow, I took today off to be with friends. No, no, I'm well! Ah, yes, I'm sorry to call you like this, but could you have some lamb chops delivered to my apartment?" A little hesitant in speech, Uriel's brow furrowed as he tried to work out how he was supposed to explain the odd request. "I-- Oh no, everyone here is fed well enough, of course! No it's-- We had a surprising case of baby animals. Someone put them in my cupboard, still unsure of who the mother was. Yes, it was quite the surprise, but a pleasant one at least. You know-- Oh god."

Suddenly distracted from his phone call, Uriel just stared in horror as Terry swept the egg shells into the trash compactor. Shaking his head as the sudden silence was questioned, Uriel turned away from the now crunching machine. "Oh, sorry. Something just happened that I probably should have expected. I really have to fix a mess that will continue to happen if I don't watch. How fast can you have those chops up here?" Nodding a few more times, and with a hurried thanks, Uriel clicked the button on the phone to end the call and momentarily rested his head in his hands.

Calm, calm. Just keep your calm. He never intends to mess things up. It's done now, move on, work out what needs to be done now.

"Naming is a good idea. While you all figure names out, since we might as well keep them. Hum. We can try milk first to see if they like that, Terry, come he-- Wait." Stock still, Uriel's eyes narrowed at the absent-minded tenant of the flat nearby. Uriel felt like he was missing something from the picture in front of him, but it took a few moments for the doctor to get it.

"Didn't you have a dragon? Find your dragon and I'll get the milk bottles set up with teats." Failing to notice the second hatchling on Rilla's lap, Uriel turned around with purpose, back to the kitchen drawers where he rustled around for some bottles that he could fit with fake-teats to feed the hatchlings. It hadn't surprised him that Terry didn't have the dragon with him. Of all the people in the room, it was him who was most likely to lose the dragon or have it die from neglect.

"Uma has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

In the middle of searching the cupboard, Uriel took a moment to turn his head and smile at the comment, giving Ned a thumbs up and a delighted "A very nice ring to it! I approve." before turning back to the task at hand.

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Character Portrait: Uma Character Portrait: Marilla Sanders Character Portrait: Sentenia Character Portrait: Verity Character Portrait: Kyung-min Lee Character Portrait: Roisin Ramos Character Portrait: Ned Ramsey Character Portrait: Noodle (Nadia) Character Portrait: Terrence Halls Character Portrait: Medusa Character Portrait: Uriel Evans Character Portrait: Alexander Ramos Character Portrait: Lucifer
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Roi was in shock- but a good kind of shock. She was in disbelief that all her far-fetched, insane dreams had just hatched before her eyes. Literally.

"Uh. Food. They probably need to be fed. Dragons eat... sheep? Roisin, do you know any myths about baby dragons?" She'd heard Uriel throw out the question, and racked her brain. "Well, they seem to be following us around like little ducklings or some crap like that. Little scaly ducklings..." The white hatchling was sitting on the coffee table, and she tugged it away when it began sharpening its claws on the wood.

"Meat is probably a good plan, yeah... I'll check my sources as soon as we get this sorted out. I feel like somewhere it said that some hatchlings eat the eggs they were in for extra minerals and stuff, so better not-" Before finishing her sentence, Roi yelped. The little scaly duckling had tried to sharpen its claws on her legs. "You stop that, little one." The dragon looked at Roisin in disdain and scratched its talons down her legs one more time before leaping onto the couch and standing on her hind legs like a guard.

Getting up and walking over to the door, she shut it firmly and locked it. Knowing how aggressive her little hatchling had been to the table, Roi hoped that the wooden door could withstand the little dragon. Walking back over to the couch, she was startled by the trash compactor making weird crunches. She heard Rilla talking about animals eating their eggs, and knew she'd pointed that out earlier. "Well, there goes any hope of having them munch on eggshells. Door is locked and secure." Shaking her head and reclaiming her spot on the couch, she looked at the creamy dragon standing guard.

She looked at the little white dragon that had emerged from the first egg. "So you started this mess, little one..." She was staring into the proud hatchling's violet eyes when she was jerked back by the naming ceremonies. "So, it's been a good long while already. Who's ready to play the naming game? Roi? Alex? Ned?" She heard Terry say, and immediately looked back to the miffed white hatchling. "Well, aren't you just a little ball of sunshine." The dragon glared at her, and then jumped into her lap, curled up, and began purring much like a cat. Roi was surprised and nearly jumped back, but smiled softly when the purrs turned to snores.

Listening to the murmurs of name ideas floating around, Roisin tried to come up with a name for her new dragon. She'd decided that the hatchling was female, based on its mannerisms and oddly long eyelashes. It seemed right. Roi had so much experience naming characters and pets that she was trying to come up with an equally awesome name for the awesome mythical creature napping on her. "You're like a little sentinel... What about Sentenia? Does that sound right?" Deciding that Sentenia fit the girl hatchling still sleeping soundly, she watched as her friends and neighbors scrambled for names.

"Uma has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Roi nodded to Ned. Uma reminded her of something she'd watched recently, she couldn't put her finger on it however. She wanted to look it up on her phone, but Sentenia was laying on it, and Roi knew the rules. No waking up pets, ever. She didn't even want to know how cranky baby dragons would be if woken from a nap.

"I dunno man, I want something cool and prophetic, any ideas Roi?" She smiled at Alex's ultimate question, and watched the little hatchling swim around in the dirty bowl filled with water. "Well, I did have a shark once. I doubt your little hatchling would appreciate being named James Pond, though. In my defense, I was seven." She covered quickly before she could be teased. "Your little serpent dragon is pretty cute though. Any idea the gender?" Sentenia yawned and looked up lazily, blinking sleep from her now crystal-blue eyes. "That's a bit odd..." she murmured to herself.

Grabbing her phone before the white dragon settled down again, she looked up sea serpent myths. Checking her blog first to see if she'd posted anything on sea serpents, she sighed. No luck. Searching on the internet, she uncovered a picture guide to different kinds of sea dragons. "Hmm. Alex, I think your dragon is a Bakunawa. Says here that it's a dragon rumored to have swallowed the moon in ancient myth. Not much information here, though." Turning off her phone, she studied the little dragon. "What about Atlantic? Or Pacific? Sea names are pretty cool, like Carribean. If it's a guy, though, you might want to go a little manlier. Like, 'Sea Demon' or whatever."

Roi grinned helpfully and turned to her friends. She noticed Uriel working on food and picked up her white dragon baby. Sentenia yawned and rolled over in her arms. She eyeballed the hatchling's size and looked down at her hoodie pocket. Putting the baby dragon in the big pocket, she stood up carefully and maneuvered her way into the kitchen. "Need any help, Uriel? Milk is probably a good idea, but I'm not sure how well plastic or rubber'll stand against the fangs of these little ones." Roi glanced over at Rilla, who had her lap full with two hatchlings clambering around. Furrowing her brow, she glanced around. Of course. Terry didn't have his dragon, which must mean Rilla had both hers and Terry's. Sighing, she half-listened to Rilla's rant and leaned on the counter.

"Which one's yours, Rilla? The feathered one resembles more of a female, with body shape and all. I'm not so sure about feathered dragons. I'd assume they're all slender, but..." Roi stopped herself from starting a tangent. "Any name would be nice for yours. The other hatchling... Yeah, Terry was right. It kind of does look a bit alien." Watching it stumble around and lash the blue hatchling with a flat tail, Roi examined the thing from a distance. "It kind of looks like it can't see. Do you think it's eyeless? It could be, if it's a deep sea or a cave sort. They don't have much need for sight, since it's so dark..."

Trailing off, Roi smiled as her gaze swept the room. Sure, raising dragons would be a nightmare at times, but she couldn't wait.