Description
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Gender: male
Age: 18
Height: 1.65 meters
Weight: 69 Kilograms
Body Type: Slim and athletically built
Hair Length: Shortish
Hair Colour: Raven black, almost a shade of dark purple
Eye Colour: Brown
Clothing: Anton usually wears comfortable clothes. He hates clothing that sits to tight or to loosely. He also has a small talisman around his neck, which is in the form of a small dragon
Facial Features: Like any handsome teenage boy, Anton has it all. Nicely cut cheekbones, perfect nose, and his eyes are the correct distance from one another.
Other: N/A
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Ability: Can turn into a dragon, though it is the same length and height etc as he is. Just to make this clear as possible
Personality
Behaviour around others:
Anton usually keeps to himself, but can at times be out going. He loves talking to strange people, regardless of what his mother told him. At times he can be distant if not all out cold, sometimes even beyond the point of rude.
He normally does not make a point to hate others, as something in him wills him to love everything, yet there are times when that something is overpowered by the pure force of this feeling, and this can really confuse the poor guy.
Behaviour around friends and loved ones:
Around these people he is more inclined to be open hearted and less protective of his own feelings. He would be more willing to talk about intimate moments, confusion or other weird situations he falls into, or struggle to cope with. He trusts very little people, and those he trust, he holds dearly and will do anything for him, this can also be his greatest weakness, but then again, this can also be his greatest strength
Equipment
Weapons:
only one long sword, given to him by his father, a family heirloom...
History
Early Child hood
At an early age Anton basically did what every other child his age did. Played with friends, toy cars, sometimes dolls (Though keep that secret) and other stuff.
at the age of ten however his father started to train him in the use of the long sword. His father was a strict man and usually always mentored him on the way of the dragon knights. At that age Anton also thought they were more stories his father used to tell him to get him to train harder.
At the age of 13 however, he soon realized that what his father had taught him about said dragon knights were true, even the parts about the slayers. The silver eyed slayers attacked their home, forcing Anton's father to hide Anton under a bed, just before the slayers killed his father. Anton was then moved to live with his grandparents.
At seventeen, Anton began to experience weird dreams, of flying high above the world, lighting towns and cities alight. Only the cries of children, women and men stirred him awake in a cold sweat that left his breath rushing in his lungs and blood racing in his veins. One morning he woke up on the tip of a mountain, overlooking a scorched plain. Stricken in horror, he somehow knew it was his doing.
Now at eighteen he has some control over his ability to shift, however he still can't shift when he want's to, since the beast inside him is still reluctant to work with him
So begins...
The wind played it's howling music through the leaves and branches of trees, shrubs and grass at the same time, conducting only an orchestra that nature could play. Anton sat with his back against the ancient ruin's mossy wall, near the main entrance. His long sword resting next to him on his right. His eyes were closed as he listened to the meledious chime of the wind's music, trying to forget about the past, and the evil growling voice that haunts him in his dreams.
Slowly, he slumbered away. The cool breeze and natures music had him in their spell, though the grwoling hunger inside him had other plans.
The red dragon's eyes glared at him from the shadows of the ruins. Anton slowly opened his eyes, and wondered. Is this a dream? His thoughts trailed lazily from him into the deep void of his slumbering head. It can't be, it seems so real...
The red dragon snarled and walked into the light behind Anton, emerging from the crumbling entrance. It's sharp claws crushed the grass and moss covered rubble, it's wings spanned out as it fully emerged and stood next to Anton. Tilting it's spiky lizard like head, it glared at the human it shared a soul with. "Here you are, hiding like a rat." It growled in it's mental voice to Anton, who was paralized with fear as his gaze fully fell on the being. "Sleeping away precious life. Perhaps you think yourself safe?" It asked, though Anton could not answer.
The beast seemed to bring his head closer, the glowing eyes becoming bigger as the slits for pupils fully engulfed Anton...
Anton awoke with a start, the cool breeze felt like iced water on his skin, drying the sweat from his body. His breaths were fast and hastened, confused yet scared at what the Dragon in him actually wanted from this dream.
At the sight of the woman running toward him, fear yet again grasped Anton's heart. Instinctively he reached for his sword, adrenaline pumping in his veins, sounding like drum beats obscured any other sound that might have come from behind him.
He tried to reach out with his sword, to somehow skewer the running female on it's steely tip, yet he could not bring his arm to lift the freaking blade. "Damn you dragon, let me move!" He grunted under his breath, yet try as as he might, the dragon within held fast. "She does not appear as a slayer." The dragon grunted back inside of his mind. "Besides, one should not skewer such a beautiful thing. It's just a waste after all"
Anton was, however, surprised at the female's sudden disarming as she dropped her dagger which she hid at first in her closed hand. Was she really doing this?! He thought silently as he willed himself to calm down.
She extended what seemed like a water flask, a leathery one, one that he usually saw the soldiers and adventurers used to have. Hesitantly he reached toward it. Still eyeing this female. What if this is a trap? He thought slowly. What if she was a slaver, hunting him? How would he tell if she was indeed a slayer? Inwardly the dragon grunted as if it rolled his eyes at Anton.
With a shaky hand he took the water bag, "I... Thank you" he managed to rasp out. His breathing seemed easier as he took a single sip from the water, then gave it back. "Nightmares..." He grunted as he stood up shakily. "I hate them..." He continued and looked at the famale. "What are you doing here anyway? Running up to a guy like that?"
Anton was about to retort with some snotty comment, when the crumbling and tell tale sound of falling pebbles warned him of yet another person entering the scene. Inwardly he sighed as he turned around to see who or what it was. Probably yet another individual that wanted to "help" him in some way.
Though as soon as the lizardlike thing started to speak in its slurring split tongue giberish, and removed the glowing dagger, Anton swallowed hard with an audible gulp. "I don't think he wants to help" He said to the girl, forgetting he never said his thoughts out load to her. Bizzare on more bizzare he raised his sword. Beads of sweat formed on his brow and upper lip as he gritted his teeth. Whatever the heck this thing was, it was clearly not friendly. Not to mention that the sounds it made was a little if not totally freaky.
"Sheez!" Anton grunted and took a protective step in front of the girl. "First, a crazy running woman feeds me water, then a giant ugly thing with scales wants to eat us... This day just gets better..." He commented sarcastically. "What the hell do you want?!" He asked furiously at the gibbering lizard.
((I don't think Anton understands lizard alien talk so no offence is meant when he says gibberish))
Anton shivered as the reptile thing started to speak. This was just absurd and crazy. Hell, he would've taken the dream of the dragon again without hesitation. To make things worse, the freaking female stepped infront of him... "You're really a feminist aren't you?" He said jokingly, though his eyes did linger on her perfect form, while listeing to her chastising him.
"Excuse me?" He retorted and looked at her in mocking shock. "You're the one running around pouring water down every single other's throat" He said jokingly, already liking where this little gambit was taking them.
"Let me handle this one" The familiar rasping voice of the dragon within him grunted in his own mental way. "You are no match fr this creature." Out loud Anton retorted to the dragon. "No freaking way you giant freak with wings, you ain't getting into this!" A defiant light glowed in Anton's brown eyes, his smile psychotic and manic as he prepared to answer the lizard, though as he opened his mouth, the dragon took hold.
"Dead in seconds?" The now dragon possessed Anton replied to the lizard as he lurched toward him, extending the tip of his sword toward the lizard, while zooming past the female.
Anton smiled even wider, if that was possible. "Who said it was the boy fighting you, insect?" The dragon possessed asked. There was no way in hell he would relinquish this ancestral blade to some lizard from gods only know where.
With a flip of his wrist he turned the blade in a semi-horizontal curve, The metal vibrated and the breeze filled air echoed with it's steely song as it cut through the air. "Let's dance sugar cup" Anton said mockingly to the lizard, hoping to provoke it somewhat. Though to what end no one knew, and deep within, the real Anton quivered and tried to claw out.
Not now princess... You might get hurt. The dragon thought back to the struggling soul of Anton which tried to regain some sort of control
Anton dangled in the air, held by his wrist, as he watched the brush explode, immediately he shrunk back mentally. "Fine, fine! You can take the lizard then!" He said mentally to the dragon who re-took possession of his body.
Anton looked back at the lizard. The shock slowly replaced by a grin so evil and sinister, it could have made milk turn sour. "Nice toy... Want to see mine?" He asked as he slowly started to shift his form. At first it only resembled a rippling effect on his skin. The effect turned more and more visual as his head started to take a weird lizard like shape as well. The skin audibly ripped, like paper, to be replaced by deep blood red scales. His eyes turned a bright orange and two black slits looked back at the alien. Horns started to prtrude from various points on the body and a swathing tail emerged as his pants and shirt was finally torn to shreads. The lizard alien, now held a claw's wrist. The dragon spread it's leathery wiings, now finally free from the confines of it's mortal form.
"My turn" the Dragon rasped, yet not with a voice out loud, but a mental force that willed it's way into everything, sending vibrations of wrongness with it. Trees, grass and shrubbery quivered as if an unseen force shook it. The dragon seemed to smile at the lizard. The sword, somehow absorbed within it's form.
The dragon kept his gaze on Jax, as yet another of those mental messages ripped through the area. "Species? You study civilizations only to oblitirate them?" It asked in an amused tone. It's seemed like it's smile grew wider, but perhaps it was the play of the light. "What do you know of humans?" It asked to the lizard. "What do we call you?" It seemed genuinly curious for a beast that was about to snap and gnarl at this intruder.
Idly it cocked his head toward the tree the female sat in. "You think this is something? Wait till I get you under my wings" it rasped and purred at her playfully. Clearly teasing the moment the words had slipped passed her hands, and then, it winked
"Bipod ape?" The dragon roared with laughter. This lizard was quite amusing for the dragon. "This is turning out to be quite fun, but for now..." The dragon started and turned toward the female in the tree. "It's time to keep certain promises..."
Though if none knew the past of this bast, they might have assumed wrong. It spread it's wings once more while it asked in a hoarse mental tone, "Care to tag along?" To both of the individuals. "Before the kid wakes up..."
The Butcher of Wing City snarled a foul howl, echoing into the night as he arrived back upon the mortal plane. His boots crunched into the familiar hunting ground, carrying him forward into the darkness to find a new victim.
