Balaur Lovac

[balaur]

balaur lovac !



SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS LENNY
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET SEVENTEEN
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR SIX YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE NON EXISTANT AT THE MOMENT
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS /CHEAT AND DIE;;!

IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground

[/b]
Balaur Lovac
NICKNAMES:
None Called 'Bally' by headmaster Roxi
AGE:
Unknown
GENDER:
Male
RACE:
Arcane Dragon
CLASS:
Teacher of: Species Study and General History
PLAY BY:
Hazama of Blazblue[/size][/ul]

I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away

[/b]
Intense golden/yellow
HAIR:
Moderately light green hair cut reasonably short
SKIN:
Tanned
BODY:
Tall -around about 6’6”- and heavy built for strength, with a triangular torso.
UNUSUAL:
Even when not in his true form, Balaur has clawed hands that are slightly curved and dark grey, not completely black. His back is covered in ebony scales which are hard enough to stop bladed weapons such as swords and battleaxe's from doing any damage. When his is particularly angry, horns begin to protrude from his jaw and near his elbow.
OTHER FORM:
A colossal anthropomorphic black dragon with a neck, back and head covered in sharp horns, with huge wings, each twice as big as his body with a finger at the top joint to be able to hang onto cliffs as in order to keep his draconic hands free. The form is generally clumsy and has very little agility, but makes up that in brute strength. It is a very muscular, beastly form, to many people it is terrifying.
He can breath fire and has some pyrokinetic abilities such and summoning flames and bending it his will, as well as manipulating that which is already there.
In this form he can stand upright -which grants him the ability to use pyrokenisis to some extent- or roam around on all fours -which allows for greater speed, although still lacks agility.
Image
APPEARANCE:
Balaur is as big as a man as he is as a dragon. He stands tall and proud at just under six foot seven inches tall, with an imposing, heavy build. He is built for power, and to intimidate more so than use it practically. His great strength in his human form is capable of lifting two very naughty children by the scruff of their necks above his head. His height helps add to the fact that, if he does hold a child above his head, they will have the added terror of being very far off of the ground, which helps in the disciplinary aspect of abusing a student in such ways.

His other features include his hair, which is a medium toned green shade that can look intensely bright outside. His short hair, compared to other peoples, is actually quite long, although looks short in proportion his his body. His eyes are very sharp and focused. They are an intense golden or yellow colour, similar to a wolf. His pupils are lizard-like slits that do not seem to end, as if they would stretch continually up his face until they close into a point.

He wears an expensive Russian tailored suit which is made up of a low-cut black waistcoat with three brass buttons with a Celtic imprint on them for design. They are always done up properly and he has a habit of straightening the waistcoat out ever few minutes. Under the waistcoat he wears a black or white dress shirt, also always done up properly with a short squared-off tie that he either does up right or leaves it undone around his neck
He wears black dress trousers that are just a little to long for him, and have frayed at the bottom. He wears two identical leather belts with brass and iron buckles. Along with this he has a chain that clips to a belt loop on his trousers with a golden watch on the end that he never takes off of his person.
On top of all of this is a long coat that reaches his knees and is seldom done up, he lets it down and has even ripped all of the buttons off of it.

He used to wear gloves, but then realised it wasn‘t doing any good for his rather strange nails, that are more like claws than normal humans fingers. They are a dark grey colour, not exactly black, but dark enough to make him look ever so slightly like a goth. He doesn't like the goth look, it‘s just he can‘t seem to seem to go any other way without it looking slightly… odd.
As well as the dragon talons, his back is covered in scales that are virtual nigh-impregnable via bladed weapon or small bullets from handguns. [/size][/ul]

TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose

[/b]
[li] Reading
[/li][li] Orchestral/Classical Music
[/li][li] Theater
[/li][li] Herbal Tea
[/li][li] Spicy food
[/li][li] Hot countries
[/li][li] Money
[/li][li] Flying
[/li][li] Philosophy
[/li][li] Rich/Poor war
[/li][li] Politics
[/li][li] International affairs
[/li][li] Voodoo
[/li][li] Expressionist art

DISLIKES:
[/li][li] Magazines
[/li][li] Rock music
[/li][li] Cinema
[/li][li] Coffee
[/li][li] Mash potato
[/li][li] Low level creatures
[/li][li] Neutral colours
[/li][li] Bodies of deep water
[/li][li] Pseudo-Science
[/li][li] The 'Better' people
[/li][li] The idea of world peace
[/li][li] Charities helping the Third World
[/li][li] Monotheistic Cults (Religions)
[/li][li] Comic art
[/li][li] Video games

STRENGTHS:
[/li][li] Balaur has immense brute strength in both human form and dragon form, and has the strength to rip metal doors from their hinges.

[/li][li] One of his other strengths is that he has great stamina and can keep on fighting or running for hours on end.

[/li][li] Cut precious stone worn as a necklace and some kind of bracelet enhance a Arcane Dragons telekinesis of their element.

[/li][li] Arcane Dragons are immune to attacks of their element. (A fire dragon is immune to fire, an ice dragon is immune to ice et cetera)

WEAKNESSES:
[/li][li] Arcane Dragons tend to be arrogant and aloof, and do not like change, because of this dismisses anything new and disregards it, even if it could pose a danger or an advantage.

[/li][li] In what in makes up for in strength in lacks in speed, and is very easy to out run when he is in human form.

[/li][li] Arcane Dragons have always been extremely vulnerable to uncut precious stones (although are enhance by cut ones), and if they are used as arrow heads or bullets, if it can get through the skin (especially hard in dragon form) it causes an allergic reaction that can paralyze them for six hours.

[/li][li] In human form, Balaur is incapable of using pyrokenisis.


[/li][li] Like many Arcane Dragons, while he has a strong back, his most vulnerable place on his body is his collar bone and upper chest, while not his only vulnerable place, a hard strike with no attempt to be stopped will cause extreme concussions, unbalance and deepening on the strike strength, can kill.

SECRETS:
[/li][li] He is over five hundred years old.

[/li][li] Over the years, Balaur has fathered many other Arcane Dragons, and has a soft spot for the young of his own species, he doesn't let anybody know this, however.

OVERALL:
Balaur is a complex, far-fetched type of person who doesn't do anything without first given a good reason to do it. He's not particularly inclined to protect the students, should the school come under siege, unless the invader happens to go to attack first. Nor will he run any errand given to him -even by his uppers- unless there is a really go reason for this errand to be run by him and not anybody else. Not only is he whimsical, but he is also stubborn, if he does not believe a reason is good enough, he simply won't do what he's been asked. He's the kind of person that -if an H bomb was about to be dropped- would need a reason to attempt to stop it. (A, because it wouldn't really affect him and B, he doesn't care to learn about modern weapons.)

Like his homeland, he is avidly clean. His office and his classroom are possibly the most spotless rooms throughout the school. If anyone drops litter in his class, not only will they be forced to pick it up, but to scrub the floor where said litter had previously been. Even his bins are unreasonably clean, and when he takes the rubbish out he gives the bin a could thorough wash. It comes close to an OCD, but only his own property or things he sees often have to abide by this freakishly compulsive rule of his.

Balaur is very reserved, a recluse in many ways. He spends most of his time studying history and philosophy as well as drinking herbal tea. As far as his office goes, it's practically a carbon copy of the Library of Alexandria. While not the specific books, he did -while he visited the place before the Christians burned it- write notes on everything he read. He may not be intelligent, but he has an immense memory, but even then all he can remember is that he's wrote it down in one of the many notepads stacked along the walls. He has a list on his desk of where everything is so that if he needs to know something, he can look it up. He never retains the information for too long however, and eventually forgets it.
As well as his office, his main classroom has many bookcases staked along the back filled with detailed study of many races and many cultures he has written himself. He allows students to access these files on rare occasions, only to scoff at them when they realize it is written in ancient Russian.when he teaches he reads from them, although re-words it and skips things that are too analytically for students.

He is an avid researcher of the past, and loves knowledge in many forms. He is very much in love with history and science, and unlike his disregard for advances in weaponry and transport, is always keeping up to date with biology and the advances made. While he is not a serious scientist of any kind, he loves to read books on just about all of the sciences, although when anything involves complicated and modern machinery such as giant drills, he doesn't bother. He is accepting of devices that can get researchers to the ocean floors and experiment apparatus and accepts powerful modern telescopes, albeit with a certain hesitance.
He himself owns a rather powerful telescope that sits on the roof of the school in a rather sturdy lean-to hut. On clear nights he likes to go up and look at the stars.

Balaur has a hidden side to him, a softer, more 'cute' side. While being fierce and intimidating, on weekends while no-one is looking, he usually receives a small package of flower seeds, usually one seed per species. He grows them in secret and, when they are in full bloom, presses them. He has three books in total filled with pressed flowers. To retain his status as a more dark person, he keeps them under lock and key in box within a safe in a locked drawer in his office.
[/size][/li][/ul]

WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong

[/b] Levashi, age unknown
FATHER: Baldrush, age unknown
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER PEOPLE: None
HISTORY:

Balaur's parents are ancient beings, two Arcane Dragons who forgot their age, as Balaur will one day forget, too.
He was raised for ten years of his young life in the Northern parts of Russia, on the edges of the taiga forest near the barren icy wastes of Siberia, unsure of what era he was born in. Nomads wandered the taiga in their hundreds, some still do in the modern day, but very few still keep the wild ways of life the Huns and the first Russians adopted during the early days.

It was in these times that Arcane Dragons were at their most abundant, they flew above the land with a flaunting about their grace in the air, tormenting human travelers with the shadow of their wings. They would feast openly and without threat on livestock and wild game, killing any pathetic human who tried to fend them off or kill them for honour. Back then, there was no way to slay an Arcane Dragon. It was the dragons who slew humans.
Balaur was his parents only surviving child, born at the end of the dragons golden age, at the point that the humans grew braver and more foolish.

It was human who destroyed the eggs of Balaur's brothers and sisters, only his they did not destroy, they would have if his mother had not awoken to the most grievous sight a mother dragon can wake to. She killed the intruders to her nest, high up on the mountainside, and kept the bodies as rag dolls for Balaur as so to keep the filthy humans from a proper burial. Levashi mourned the seven dead children, although was grateful that her oldest survived.
Balaur's father, Baldrush, never forgot the event, and destroyed the village some one hundred years later when the population had boomed and young children ran through the streets of the cold but calm Summer's day.

During his first two hundred years of life, Balaur was taught to hunt, fight and to defend his family, and to despise humans who had killed his unhatched brothers and sisters. Despite his mother and father's efforts to make him truly hate humanity, Balaur never came close to what his parents had expected. He was always broad-minded, he did not hate humans for the death of his siblings; those monsters were long dead now, his old rag dolls rotting slowly somewhere among the peaks of the mountains.

Balaur practiced becoming in mortal form very early in his long life, still just a teenager in the eyes of the Arcane Dragons, and walked among the first Samoyed people, the Nenets. He learned their ancient language and wrote all his notes in their long forgotten language.
The people before the Samoyed where the Yeniseians people of whom Balaur avoided avidly, as they were the people who killed his siblings.

He didn't do much with his time, eating, hunting, mating and raising generations of dragons of whom he has always loved, and always will do. In his empty space of what Arcane Dragons would call 'Newly Independent' -the dragon equivalent of 19- and Young adulthood -the equivalent of 24- he happily raised eight sons and nine daughters, although at their independence, he and his partner split, and he began heading south towards the ever advancing human world. The news of the every evolving human race attracted Balaur's attention, unsure of their progress down south of the world.
He flew to the middle east and Europe, and was amazed at what he had found. The cities grew higher and the cultures more vibrant, and the mythology and religion corrupting.

The Babylon Empire caught his eyes at 1800 BC in the 2nd Millennium. He managed to become highly respected by King Gungunum, and, even though he was a father of a son, had so much trust in Balaur that he made him King Abisare of Babylon in 1841 BC. A strange place for a Russian dragon, who had spent many, many years prowling the mountains, preying on the Bronze Aged civilization that had cultivated the mountainside. (although this civilization would go undiscovered until 2010 AD.)
His rule was agreeable enough. He was tyrannical, but he wasn't benevolent, hovering out of peoples minds and grew bored quickly of the life of a King.
He became fed up of public appearances, offerings of jewels and women, and soon became very much a recluse of a king. Whenever he was asked to marry a daughter of another king, he would accept with such evil neutrality, people suspected that he truly didn't care. Which was true, of course. He had no love for riches and fame or anything flashy. Knowledge was not very common in those ancient Babylonian eras.

He faked his death in order to slip away from his kinghood, to avoid becoming suspicious. People had already began to question who he was, or rather, what he was, due to the fact their were rumours about his children to his mortal wives being born with horns or scales. Of course, even though he had a kingly duty to take many wives -to his annoyance- he never had children with any of them. This upset the women, whom had married Balaur in an attempt to stay in the lap of luxury, but were soon sent back into the world of the laborers.

He retreated to the mountains of France, claiming the Alps briefly. The French didn't interest him much, so instead of investigating them thoroughly, he only observed them for a few hundred years. He walked among them and learnt their language, their customs. They were a strange people, different to those he had once walked above.

As well as this, he raised another nest of dragons, three sons and five daughters. Like many dragons, he did not mate for life, but only for survival, one of the instincts many primal animals -no matter how smart- could escape. He and his partner were at least friends, and trusted each other enough to look after the young. While he never truly loved his partner, he loved his children, and protected them vigilantly until they could fend for themselves.
Very few times did French dragon slayers attempt to ride the Alps of Balaur and his large family, all ending up dead or retreating back to their hamlets to cower away in fear of attack. During his time raising his second family, he managed to lose two of his daughters to local dragon slayers, who stripped the young dragons bodies of scales and horns, leaving Balaur to mourn for their loss, while not holding a grudge against humans. He did however, follow in his father's footsteps and burnt the village down some years later, feasting on his children's murderers.

In 1600 BC, after the rest of his children had become independent, he said fair well to his partner and headed east the to the vast Asian lands and to China, during the Shang Dynasty. He quickly became accustomed to their way of life, rejoicing in the vibrant festivals and their grand cities. He avoided their wars, and when they did strike, he moved near to isolated lakes near mountains to talk to fellow dragonkind, the snake-like Chinese dragon, especially fond of the heavenly Tailong.
Here, he spent time learning the craft of the blacksmith, and created many blades for the armies and spearheads and arrows. He refused to become involved in the wars directly, and usually observed from above the clouds.
He fell briefly in love with a mortal human name Yun Xio, a priestess in the small village in which he worked. Though they never married, they embraced in romance and in physical relations.
She had been a beautiful woman, one he had shared his secret of dragonblood with. Being of her stature, awed. As a priestess, dragons were of no strange being to her, though she had never seen one. He refused to ever show his true form to her, afraid of attracting attention by the local villagers who would not recognize him for a dragon, and deem him evil.
When she died, it left and hole in him. While not permanent, it hurt badly at the time. He wandered the paths they used to walk, and set off lanterns on her birthday for the next one hundred years. By then, he decided it was time to move on, and, after a long abscence from history, resurfaced as a honorary citizen of Sparta in 500 BC.

This was a bizarre new life, and it was particularly gruesome in some senses. Because of the custom of the city state of Sparta, he was required to marry at thirty years old, and had joined them as a 'twenty-five' year old. The customs forced him to marry a woman he trusted and vice versa, and although it was uncomfortable to Balaur -not having lived a life like this were it was pressed- he managed to become one of them fully. The tests of bloodshed and education were hard and often deadly, but out of seven perspective Spartans, he had come out on top.
He was still, however, treated as a second class citizen from most of the men and women born into the relentless and much more modernistic Sparta.
In order to fit in with these somewhat savage people -albeit more equal than the surrounding city states like Athens- he fathered a mortal dragon child with his wife, Nisca, who survived many of the trials that the military-driven Sparta could throw at the child. He avoided being deemed inferior- any child who did not survive the bath of wine or who did and was considered 'weak' was thrown into a chasm on Mount Taygetos. This thought plagued him throughout his Spartan life, unlike the other men and women born into this tradition.
His first child was named Dion, and -to his surprise- was actually very unlike himself. He had his strength and his stubbornness, but he bore no dragon like qualities. None of his other children had any dragon qualities, with was partially a relief. He didn't know how these warrior people would react to such a strange child. Perhaps it would mean an instant fate of death, or an experiment to them?

Balaur ended up with three mortal children, including Dion, with two brothers called Kallias and Heron. Just like his death trick as the King of Babylon, he faked his death before people got suspicious of his un-aging. It is unsure how he faked his deaths during such primitive times, and he is very secretive about how he did keep it such a secret.
After his time in Sparta, he didn't have the respect for the other classical kingdoms, and joined Alexander the Great's army as they were about to overthrow Assyria. The kingdom was one of oppression and of sexism, and after living in the courageous and equal life among the Spartan people, could only take joy in destroying the worst of the people who claimed women to be a lesser citizen.

His time in the army was short, and was supposedly stabbed in the back during the invasion by Alexander the Great. It wasn't glorious and it wasn't too graceful, but he had done his part to the cause, and smiled as he slipped away under the panic and frenzy, watching gleefully as the country was re-named Syria, as a desecration on the once horrid country that had fought for years with the surrounding countries such as Israel, Judah, Cyprus and Arabia. While these countries weren't particularly an improvement on Assyria, Balaur had to chose one to fight against.

Yet again, he vanished for three hundred years, perhaps returning to Russia or nesting with another family. He does not care for the details, but he has hinted that he suffered a tragic loss during those three hundred years, one could assume he lost a nest of his children, or perhaps suffered an injury that caused such damage it traumatized him. He does not speak of it, and will not when asked. Not many people know he was old enough to live back then, and so the questions usually never come.

He emerged as the consort for King Ptolemy I Soter in 30 BC, and was very supportive of the king's plans for the world. The great king wished to unite the world under one flag. Many civilizations feared King Ptolmey, his army was fierce and his conquering was swift. People did not want change.
And they did not get it.

Under King Ptolmey and his son's rule, their plan to unite the world seemed to be working. Ways of life never changed, but they took the same flag. It was a Utopian idea, the Ptolemy and Cleopatra line wanted world peace and understanding, gathering all the knowledge of all the worlds into one giant library called the Library of Alexandria. All the learning from every 'conquered' country was gathered here for all to use. Balaur was intensely fixated by this building and write everything he could down in notepads that he had locked away.
He funded the building of it, and paid the workers greatly. The Library was the hub of knowledge in the middle east, but a great, ignorant destroyer from the holier-than-thou Roman Empire dawned to destroy the heathen Muslims, much to Balaur's shock.

Julius Caesar burned down the greatest library ever built during the Christian Crusades, and because of the ignorance of God, mankind lost irreplaceable knowledge that even in the modern era, man has still not unlocked the mysteries of some of the greatest devices. Some devices man will never know.
Balaur was awoken to the sound of crackling fire. He had been in the Library of Alexandria when the books had been set alight. He was so horrified at the destruction he could not see reason, and he transformed into a dragon for the first time in front of mortal humans.
He tried to burn the Roman ships, but his demonic appearance lead to him being attacked by both sides. He fled quickly, destroying the palace to retrieve the copies he had made. To this day he fear he may have left something behind.

Some twenty nine years later, and once again the great dragon found himself in position of king. Once again he gained the trust of his predecessor, who entitled Balaur to the throne on his death. This era was a very hazy one to Balaur, he cannot remember it too well. Whether he was good, bad, or somewhere in between, he has no idea. Many events after it where too big compared to ruling yet again as king, under the name of Ateas of Scythia. He tried not to make contact with outside empires, and retained a calm reign.
Confident that his children born to human women would not gain any draconic powers, he fathered six to two women. Their names he has long forgotten, but hold them close to his heart always. Their faces remain in his mind and although that era may be hazy, he longs to know what became of them after he left once again to cover his un-aging.

He moved to Russia again, and this time he begun to live among the native peoples, the Samoyed. It was a basic life style, he hunted and herded and in general lived with them. In time he was very in sync with their fear of his kind. It made him confused, he didn't know who was in the wrong. They avid terror of which they spoke about his race made him uneasy, they would talk about how the best slay a dragon, how to torture them and how to make them suffer.
He was lucky they didn't spot him flinching and cursing under his breath. For the most part he didn't see any other dragons among the mountains, and the tails of the slayers were strong. He could only fret about his many children, and if they had also been killed by the humans.
Once or twice he saw the men he traveled with prepare to slay another of his kind, and they offered him the spear that they said would pierce the dragon's heart. He refused, with much dignity, and returned to the camp and left that night when the dragon fell from the sky.

At about 200 AD, Balaur had heard of a new continent South of Europe, and, intrigued at this discovery, flew with haste towards South America. There, he found the most intriguing civilization that would forever be a mystery to the minds of modern man, spark the idea of impending doom and destruction for years to come.
The Mayans were a strange, sadistic people whom were some of the only people who did not attempt to kill Balaur for his dragon form -even though they saw it for a minute at best as he flew over head- but designed their chief god after it.
His interest was sparked by their religion, their sacrificing of their own kind to a god that had his body, or that akin to it.
He wandered into their capital city, and wooed them with his ideas and designs in relation their adoration of the stars. He designed the two most infamous buildings in all of the Mayan culture, such as the twin pyramid complexes in Tikal and Yahxa, and the many observatories dotted in many of the major cities.

As a high-ranking male of the Mayan culture, he embraced many of their tradition including some of the more painful rituals involving the reverence of a particular female cycle and the men's symbolic re-creation of such cycle.
Women were prominent in the Mayan culture, and often seen as the symbol of their religion, which centers around the aspect of cycles.
Balaur went with their ever changing ways of life, soon adapting to the rule that something evil in one season is considered good in the next. Through this he was able to use to his advantage, although the rules of what was considered good and evil have become fuzzy in his mind, and even though it is written down in his notebooks, he cannot make much sense of it anymore.

The saw many wars and many kings and queens, and, in the Mayan tradition, gave himself a longer, more extravagant name in the culturally normal form of a short sentence that described oneself. He named himself Song Sung by Gods. It was a name that his king, Dancing with Fire, approved of greatly, as he described 'the chipping of stone to build a temple is a song to the gods' ears'. Because Balaur was a chief architect, Dancing with Fire found it most fitting.

Balaur -now Song Sung by Gods- did not feel obliged to fake his death or trick the Mayan people, who were much to intelligent for him to withhold his respect for them. After some twenty years with the Mayan people, who were not as suspicious about his un-aging face, Balaur vanished from their cities, becoming a traveler of South America.
He joined with the Moche in 270 AD, becoming a small hunter, and decided to live a somewhat laid back life compared to his extravagant past lives.
He was here for very little time, perhaps less that five years, before becoming bored with the culture, however sophisticated, and left to head back North to the land of Scandinavia and became a civilian on the Viking lands.

As a viking, he proved useful on raids and, for the first time he did not allow the vikings to glimpse him, but he was their Dragon Warrior. They believed him a descendant of Odin, and revered him as a god. He was given many servants, of whom he did treat well in comparison to his Nordic brothers. It was here he saw the birth of a new creature, the werewolf, as he had seen many other species before him bloom from nothing and rise to terrorize their lands with fevour.
Balaur was the victor of many raids, and the lover of many beautiful Norse women. He holds this time close to his heart, as it was his best, his most freeing. It was the luxury of life in one section of the world. The spirit of the people -their aspiration of honour- was uplifting and a magnificent sight to see on the bloody fields of battle.
Balaur left his old ways of scholarship and knowledge for the bloody, brutal life of a viking. He was the greatest fighter of his days in the lands of Odin and Thor, and was almost about to stay for the rest of a reasonable time, but suddenly caught his infamous urge to move on. And he did so, with a grand battle held in his name.

[/size][/ul]

WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about

[/b] Nope~

RP SAMPLE:
It was no wonder that the small, clean-freak of a weapon had gone pale when he had discovered the location of his first mission. The sound of it was terrifying, absolutely abysmal and he was almost reduced to bunny blubbering tears. His synaesthesia would be going nuts if he so much as touched the ground, and had insisted on brining no.5 with him. Of course, people had tried to stop him. And of course, they had failed. It was impossible to stop him from brining his second companion with him, a big hunk of iron, steel and jammed weapons. The Golem was useless, but served well as a lift around boggy areas for a short period of time.
Ashley was still petrified.

At the briefing, he had help Locco so tight she began to kick him, when he had realized how distressed she was, Ashley had loosened his grip, given her a carrot and petted her lightly, stroking her floppy ears to calm her down effectively.
Ashley had then blanked what was going on and had fussed his rabbit, kissing her forehead and snuggling her lovingly. It was not an unusually site for people of Shibusen, however, for people outside of the compound, it was very obscure and people thought it a joke. When asked, Ashley would tell them what they didn’t want to hear from a seventeen year old boy. He’d say he loved his Locco and that it was silly to think otherwise.

The swamp was now his main obstacle. And he wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Clambering on top of no.5 had been easy, and now he had to manoeuvre his way around the maze of the swamp while trying to keep up with his Meister; Rocton. He seemed to fair better here than Ashley, and he hadn’t expected anything less. Ashley was used to being sheltered and loved (partially) and hadn’t been a forced slave for any part of his life.
He did, however, know of the banshee and was familiar with its folklore. That, Ashley guessed, was the only advantage he had over Rocton, and that Rocton excelled him in every other aspect of this school.
Thinking about it, Ashley didn’t know whether or not he wanted to make it into the EAT class, he’d rather stay in NOT and be lazy and tend to his beautiful rabbit Locco.

The banshee; also known as the mother-in-law or just ‘mother’; from the Irish bean sí ("woman of the síde" or "woman of the fairy mounds") is a feminine spirit in Irish mythology, usually seen as an omen of death and a messenger from the Otherworld.
In Irish legend, a banshee is a fairy woman who begins to wail if someone is about to die. Similar creatures are also found in Welsh, Norse and American folklore. The aos sí ("tumulus folk") are variously believed to be the survivals of pre-Christian Gaelic deities, spirits of nature, or the ancestors. Sightings of Banshees have been reported as recently as 1948.

It went from there. Ashley’s extensive knowledge of mythical beats could perhaps come in handy, although only when he was ready to shove Locco into her custom bunny hutch inside no.5’s top hatch. He probably would be quick to decide if push came to shove.
But anyhow. The moon was full, and no life stirred beneath them; only dreadfully deceased dissipation. Everything seemed to be dying.
Perhaps the time was near for the banshee to come ’a screaming her deathly love song. Ashley hand brought with him ear plugs just in case the myth that a banshee scream can kill was true. He hoped not, he didn’t want any of his family to die; they meant a lot to him, especially Locco (of who he considered a sister so dear).

Ashley looked at Rocton as they walked, unsure and anticipation the fight; would it not succeed and by far would they win? If so, at what cost and would this be his only battle? Ashley was paranoid, if anybody could see it; he shuffled nervously and tugged on the sleeves of his jacket, trying to keep warm in a freezing air. He moaned.
“Rocton,” he said very slight. “Do you have an soup or a hot drink?”
It was one thing for him to forget, and another for him to be asking somebody else for anything they might have. For a moment it seemed rude, but then Ashley tossed away the notion, smiling in an attempt to clear his conscience and get a good reaction from Rocton. [/size][/ul]

- - - - - -
this application was created by CHLOEOATS.
lyrics are Best Beating Heart by Sing It Loud.
This was made for this site, do not steal or
remove this credit!!

[KATSUMIKI]

approved! - !

Your character has been approved! You can start role playing and interacting with other students! Make sure you place your claims for your character if you have a face claim! If you have any questions or anything just contact Roxanne or Terry!