Post by Drake Aurelis on May 26, 2009 15:42:10 GMT -5
Name: Drake Aurelis
Species: Hork-Bajir/Otherworlder
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Rank: N/A
Affiliation: N/A
Appearance: The Hork-Bajir form Drake somehow ended up in when he entered this world has light green, scaly skin. The bony blades, horns, tail spikes and beak are a dark bluish-green. However, apart from the beak, the edges of these are a different, much lighter blue than the rest, an aqua color, fading from the blue green at the base. He stands at about eight feet and seven inches tall, being large in Hork-Bajir form as he was large in the human form he had before he came here.
His eyes are normally green, but they change when he's overly upset or when he's excited in battle. They become golden, with slit pupils that almost seem to be windows looking into a world of endless flame.
Personality: He always wants to help people in need, regardless of the cost to himself. He's a bit of a dreamer and idealist, and always hopes and wishes for a better future for the world. He is also rather impulsive, and if he sees a fight break out, he almost always feels the need to intervene. He has a bit of a temper, and is easily annoyed, though it is difficult to get him from being annoyed to outright enraged. He tends to make sarcastic, cynical, or occasionally just plain slightly joking comments about whatever situation he's in. When he's annoyed, his comments tend have more of an edge to them...
Despite all of this, when in combat, he is usually calculating, and very effective as a tactician of sorts. He usually prefers to knock enemies out rather than killing them, if one of his friends is harmed, he will go all out in giving the enemy that hurt them a swift yet very painful death. He also has no problems with killing Taxxons or just the Yeerks themselves, though he doesn't like killing non-Taxxon hosts, nor anyone else usually. He enjoys combat itself, but only under certain circumstances does he enjoy killing the one he is fighting. That is, those who don't care who they hurt in their own greed. However, this doesn't apply very much in this world.
He is not very good with people, even though he likes to talk with people most of the time, he's not good at carrying on a conversation, and often talks with him will end abruptly and awkwardly, or with a misunderstanding due to his wording something rather poorly. He tends to tread a very thin line between being blunt and tactful, he's usually not afraid to come out and say what he wants to, but he tries not to be too harsh or just plain rude. All of this combined means that he usually ends up with either good friends or people he can't stand that can't stand him, rarely in between. He tries to be tolerant of people, but occasionally he will lose his temper and give a very frightful scare to the person he is angry at as they are lifted into the air.
When it comes to combat, he sometimes comes across as arrogant, but that is because of an absolute refusal to lose, not because he thinks he can't. He knows that he can help no one if he's dead, and his determination keeps him going through pain that many people would not be able to withstand.
History: Drake was originally from a similar world to this one of the Animorphs. Imagine it... Without any of the Yeerks or aliens coming at all. That's basically it. However, one day, something happened, and he was given power. He used this power to travel between worlds and times, fighting evil wherever he went.
One day, he sensed a world he hadn't sensed before. Out of curiosity, he decided to go into it, and see what was there. He found himself in a forest... He could feel that he was totally stripped of his powers. No... Not totally. He was aware that he wouldn't be able to use any form of magic, however... He also somehow knew that the strange thing with his eyes changing would still happen. He still had the minor psychic abilities as well, he would be able to sense if he was about to be attacked. He wasn't sure how he knew this, but he did....
He realized something. Even though his powers were gone, he still felt strong. And then something else... He was no longer human. He wasn't a human with special powers, he was literally not human anymore. He was trapped in a strange, alien form. He didn't really mind this he supposed. Although, he had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to walk into town anytime soon. "Something weird always has to happen to make things difficult, doesn't it?" he asked no one in particular. Since no one else was around...
Morphs: N/A... For now.
Note: He ended up in a forest outside Sydney, Drake is meant to end up joining the resistance there.
Species: Hork-Bajir/Otherworlder
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Rank: N/A
Affiliation: N/A
Appearance: The Hork-Bajir form Drake somehow ended up in when he entered this world has light green, scaly skin. The bony blades, horns, tail spikes and beak are a dark bluish-green. However, apart from the beak, the edges of these are a different, much lighter blue than the rest, an aqua color, fading from the blue green at the base. He stands at about eight feet and seven inches tall, being large in Hork-Bajir form as he was large in the human form he had before he came here.
His eyes are normally green, but they change when he's overly upset or when he's excited in battle. They become golden, with slit pupils that almost seem to be windows looking into a world of endless flame.
Personality: He always wants to help people in need, regardless of the cost to himself. He's a bit of a dreamer and idealist, and always hopes and wishes for a better future for the world. He is also rather impulsive, and if he sees a fight break out, he almost always feels the need to intervene. He has a bit of a temper, and is easily annoyed, though it is difficult to get him from being annoyed to outright enraged. He tends to make sarcastic, cynical, or occasionally just plain slightly joking comments about whatever situation he's in. When he's annoyed, his comments tend have more of an edge to them...
Despite all of this, when in combat, he is usually calculating, and very effective as a tactician of sorts. He usually prefers to knock enemies out rather than killing them, if one of his friends is harmed, he will go all out in giving the enemy that hurt them a swift yet very painful death. He also has no problems with killing Taxxons or just the Yeerks themselves, though he doesn't like killing non-Taxxon hosts, nor anyone else usually. He enjoys combat itself, but only under certain circumstances does he enjoy killing the one he is fighting. That is, those who don't care who they hurt in their own greed. However, this doesn't apply very much in this world.
He is not very good with people, even though he likes to talk with people most of the time, he's not good at carrying on a conversation, and often talks with him will end abruptly and awkwardly, or with a misunderstanding due to his wording something rather poorly. He tends to tread a very thin line between being blunt and tactful, he's usually not afraid to come out and say what he wants to, but he tries not to be too harsh or just plain rude. All of this combined means that he usually ends up with either good friends or people he can't stand that can't stand him, rarely in between. He tries to be tolerant of people, but occasionally he will lose his temper and give a very frightful scare to the person he is angry at as they are lifted into the air.
When it comes to combat, he sometimes comes across as arrogant, but that is because of an absolute refusal to lose, not because he thinks he can't. He knows that he can help no one if he's dead, and his determination keeps him going through pain that many people would not be able to withstand.
History: Drake was originally from a similar world to this one of the Animorphs. Imagine it... Without any of the Yeerks or aliens coming at all. That's basically it. However, one day, something happened, and he was given power. He used this power to travel between worlds and times, fighting evil wherever he went.
One day, he sensed a world he hadn't sensed before. Out of curiosity, he decided to go into it, and see what was there. He found himself in a forest... He could feel that he was totally stripped of his powers. No... Not totally. He was aware that he wouldn't be able to use any form of magic, however... He also somehow knew that the strange thing with his eyes changing would still happen. He still had the minor psychic abilities as well, he would be able to sense if he was about to be attacked. He wasn't sure how he knew this, but he did....
He realized something. Even though his powers were gone, he still felt strong. And then something else... He was no longer human. He wasn't a human with special powers, he was literally not human anymore. He was trapped in a strange, alien form. He didn't really mind this he supposed. Although, he had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to walk into town anytime soon. "Something weird always has to happen to make things difficult, doesn't it?" he asked no one in particular. Since no one else was around...
Morphs: N/A... For now.
Note: He ended up in a forest outside Sydney, Drake is meant to end up joining the resistance there.
