Kandred

Kandred

Name: Kandred

Age: 21

Race: Elf

Hair: Ghostly white with crimson streaks, breast length.

Eyes: Deep green.

Sex: Male.

Weight: 65 Kg.

Height: 1 metre 70 cm.

Weapons: Claws, teeth, and fire breath.

Armour: Chain mail shirt, steel gauntlets, and an orc helmet.

Strengths: Kandred Has only one strength: he fights well whilst with Sckitter.

Weaknesses: Kandred is extremely weak when not with Sckitter.

Skills/Magic: Kandred is able to use magic but can cast Ganzhen powers (mind powers) with greater strength.
Kinesics:
~ Clairvoyance ~ Kandred gets a grasp on a person’s Psychic Aura and is then able to see things from the person’s eyes.
~ Telekinesis ~ Kandred focuses on an object’s Psychic Aura and can move it without touching the object.
~ Levitation ~ Kandred lifts an object in the air with his mind, he can use this technique to lift himself and temporarily fly.
Combinations:
Fire lance: Kandred compresses air around his arm and then compresses flame around his arm into a lance.
Combustion bomb: Kandred compresses an orb of air containing flame, and then throws it, and it detonates on impact or whenever Kandred wants it to.
Flame shot: Kandred launches small stones through a ball of compressed flame, and they set on fire and air then high-speed flaming missiles.
Flaming shield: Kandred deviates flame in an orb around him and it then deflects and absorbs incoming shots and strikes.

Appearance: Kandred wears a maroon cloak over a dark red tunic and a mail shirt, grey leather pantaloons, and a pair of leather gloves. Kandred’s sheath is buckled onto his sword belt and his quiver of arrows on his back.

Personality: Kandred prefers to be alone and isolated from others, and is not loyal to anybody but himself. Kandred will only ever use his sword when he has to in close situations or when he needs to cast Ganzhen on things he cannot see, he prefers to stay away from people that want to hurt him and normally will use his bow as much as possible.

Biography: Kandred grew up in a small village with a river flowing through the middle, and was born there also. On his ninth birthday Kandred saw a group of travellers passing the village and asked his parents if he could go and talk with the strange people, but his parents said that he couldn’t go, as the people were most likely dangerous. Kandred disobeyed his parents and went out to the party of people. There he met a young Badgerden named Ricco, the Badgerden were a group of badgers the size of trolls and could talk, but they were nearly extinct. Ricco and Kandred became good friends and when Kandred’s mother Ferentin found out that he was playing with the mysterious people, she went out to their camp. When she got there the people removed their cloaks, revealing that they were Badgerden of the Greenhall clan, and they bared their claws and ran after the Elf mother. Ferentin ran as fast as she could, but the male Badgerden chieftain cornered her in an alleyway, and then spoke, “If Oi were correct Oi could swear dat ye were the mum o’ that liddle Elf boy. He would be our dinner t’noit if’n you hadn’t come and distoibed us’ns and awerr doinin’ on dis noit, ’n’ now Oi’m gonna it you up!” the chieftain bared his teeth and charged at Ferentin, who ran through the legs of the Badgerden, she ran back to her home. When she got inside the walls of her home she quickly told Kandred’s father, Johans, what had happened, and then the Badgerden chieftain smashed through the wall and demolished the entire house. Johans pulled Ferentin’s body over his shoulders and limped out of the ruin of their house. Johans saw his son limping across the ruins of the entire village, which had been destroyed by the all of the male Badgerden. “Come here my child, we must flee!” yelled Johans across the ruined town. “No, I want to stay with Ricco!”
“Come, they nearly killed your mother!”
“No! I am staying with Ricco and his family!”
“Come! They want to eat you! And they nearly ate Ferentin!”
“They nearly killed you and mother? Then I will finish you two off!” Kandred ran at his father and jumped on him, removing Johans’ short sword and then raised the blade under Johans’ chin. Kandred flicked his wrist and slitted his father’s throat, killing the man. He crawled over to his mother’s body, he picked up Johans’ sword belt and slipped it over Ferentin’s neck. He pulled hard and then he heard his mother’s neck crack. “Kandred? Where are you? Oi’m gonna foind you!” Ricco climbed over a pillar that was once part of the town citadel, sword in hand. Ricco ran at Kandred swinging his sword violently, and nearly decapitated Kandred. “There you are y’liddle mongrel!” Kandred ducked another blow, slipped the belt off his mother’s neck and pulled it tight over Ricco’s neck, the Badgerden gasped for air and then fell to the ground silently. Kandred ran off into the night.

For four years Kandred wandered marshes killing fish that swam in the water and occasionally hunting fauns and dears for food, until he saw a hamlet on the horizon. He ran towards the grouping of ramshackle houses, he crossed a farm and stole a horse. The horse was a girl, and Kandred named her Ferentin. At nightfall, Kandred set up camp and tied Ferentin up to a post. He sat there trying to remember what happened on the night that his village was destroyed for the first time in four years. He could only remember the houses being destroyed, and before hand when the Badgerden chieftain gave him some soup. Kandred realised that either the soup had been drugged and made him forget what had happened or he had merely forgotten what had happened. At dawn, Kandred burnt his tent and rode off towards the hamlet mounted on Ferentin. When the houses appeared to be half a mile away, Kandred saw an orc war banner up above the houses. He could just make orcs out in the distance, they were burning the small village. Kandred was angry that the orcs were just ending so many lives, and they did it for fun. Kandred bared his teeth, and snarled, he spurred Ferentin in the side, and she bolted. As the hamlet came within bowshot, three or four arrows whizzed passed his face and one landed in Ferentin’s side. The horse’s body buckled and sent Kandred flying. He landed on a knoll and his nose cracked, blood poured from his nostrils. He stood, and noticed that he had sprained his ankle. Still, he walked onwards towards the village. More orc arrows flew at him, he dodged most of them, but six of them landed in his left forearm, Kandred screamed, and charged the orcs. He drew his father’s sword, and decapitated twelve of the vermin. He picked up an orc helm and placed on his head, to protect his head from arrow shots. Kandred sought out a house that was not damaged. It appeared to be the house of a woodworker, and Kandred took a bow and a quiverful of arrows, he then found a quiver. The quiver and bow were of Elven make, and the arrows of Dwarven. An orc chieftain walked past the house with two hyenas on leashes, Kandred jumped out of the building behind the chieftain and shot him in the back of the helm with an arrow. The orc dropped dead and the hyenas were let go, they chased after Kandred as he ran between housing, rubble and ruin. He ran into a group of orcs who grabbed him and pulled him into a building. “Should we give him the drop?” said one to another.
“Yeh! See how he likes that!” replied one of them. They dragged him up three flights of stairs and then climbed on to the roof. Kandred was walked up to the edge, and he looked down. He saw about four feet of razor wire below. Amid the wire there were pikes, swords, and scimitars. The orcs threw Kandred off the building into the deathtrap below. Kandred screamed in extreme pain, then an orc said mockingly, “D’y’thinks ’e’s dead?”
“Nah, ’e’s only pained! Let’s drop baronstones on ’im, then we’ll burn it all!” responded another. The orcs threw red rocks down on the wire deathtrap until the entire pile of wire could no longer be seen. Then, an orc dropped a torch off the top of the building and the rocks set on fire instantaneously.

At midday the flame subsided and a blackened form crawled out of the ashes. Kandred had been lucky that the flame had not caught onto the razor wire, else he would have been killed. His clothes were all ripped, but his sword belt and quiver had not been damaged at all. Kandred retrieved his sword and bow from the embers, sheathed the blade and placed the bow over his shoulder. The sun was hot and burnt his skin. Ferentin’s remains were about ten yards from the ruins of the village that had been raised. Kandred grabbed his saddlebags and put them over his shoulder. He turned east and began to walk across the rocky ground, his shoes were burnt and cut from the harsh, rocky ground below. A wave of hunger came over Kandred, he turned back towards Ferentin, he tried to bite through her rough hide, but it was to no avail. Kandred picked up a stone and put it in his mouth, he began to chew. He chewed for over four hours and then he removed the rock from his mouth, it was the same shape, but wet and covered in small indents. Kandred felt his teeth, the stone had had the desired affect, and Kandred’s teeth were sharp and filed down to a point. Kandred now walked back to the horse’s remains, she had been slightly burnt under the hot sun, and from the heat of the flame that lay close by. Kandred placed the corpse on the embers and left it there for a few minutes, then he pulled it off and took a bite out of it. It tasted quite good, at least better than what Kandred thought it would taste like. A piece of parchment flew passed and Kandred grabbed it, he read it, and it said that you could obtain powers if you ate the flower of the Ganzhen plant. It had a picture of a plant on it, Kandred assumed it was the Ganzhen plant, and he saw a small shrub nearby that matched the picture perfectly, he ate a flower of it, and then he felt a strange tingling feeling whenever he touched an object. For a week and a day Kandred pondered this predicament. On the eighth day Kandred learnt to levitate stones as big as his fist, and push boulders across the ground with his mind. Kandred took some more bites out of his horse, then he set out into the scorching desert. Kandred continued along the ground, heading ever east for six more years until he saw a giant silver dome in the middle of the desert, “The battle dome.” Said Kandred to himself. He entered the complex and found himself amidst thousands of warriors. “This is where I belong.” Kandred felt something at his feet, an egg had rolled across the floor and stopped at his foot. He walked outside and lay the egg on the ground, then the egg hatched. Out walked out a dragon hatchelling. The dragon was blue and about the size of Kandred’s two fists clenched next to each other. The dragon flew up onto his shoulder and perched there, Kandred levitated it onto the ground, but then it flew onto his shoulder again. “You’re not going to go away, are you?” said Kandred, the dragon shook its head. “Ok, stay there.” Kandred walked back inside with the blue dragon perched upon his shoulder. Whilst he was walking through the bustling halls of the battle dome he said, “You need a name, don’t you?” the dragon nodded, it understood. “Ok, you’re blue, so, we’ll need a name that suits the colour, hmmm. I can’t think of any names that suit your hue. How about, Sckitter?” the dragon nodded. “Ok, so, skitter, what do you want to do? Eat?” the Sckitter nodded violently, it appeared to be smiling. “You’re a he, right?” the dragon nodded vigorously. “Let’s get some food!”

Once they had some food, Kandred and Sckitter walked through the halls together, exploring various doors, making friends, making enemies, and eating some more. They pretty much did that for another year, and by then Sckitter was the size of Kandred himself. Kandred and Sckitter began to go outside and fly together, and then Kandred learnt Clairvoyance, he also taught Sckitter to stand on his hind legs and walk like human or elf would, and to use Clairvoyance. One day, Kandred took a nasty fall from Sckitter’s back, and when he hit the ground he ripped all of his scars from his encounter with the orcs open. His Psychic Aura began to leak from them. Purple tentacles began to swirl around his scratches, and he began to die. Three weeks later the scratches became scars once more, and Kandred got better. Sckitter and Kandred began to practice fighting, and Sckitter used a sword, which he had found. One day, Sckitter began to talk, and he got slowly better at having increasingly complicated conversations. Kandred learnt to fly using Levitation, and his nails slowly turned into claws, and he learnt to breathe fire. At the end of the year Kandred had become as much a dragon as an elf, and Sckitter became as much elf as dragon. Sckitter and Kandred were best friends ever since and they flew over the desert together, ate the same food, drunk the same drink, and fought the same fights.



Sckitter

Name: Sckitter.

Age: 2

Race: Bearded Stoneback dragon.

Horns: Light brown.

Eyes: Red.

Sex: Male.

Weight: 80 Kg.

Height: 1 metre 80 cm standing, 1 metre all fours.

Weapons: Claws, tail, teeth, fire breathing, horns, and a short sword.

Armour: Scales.

Strengths: Sckitter’s strength is, well, his strength, he just simply very strong.

Weaknesses: Sckitter’s weakness is his ability to cast magic, he is not very good at it and can only use Ganzhen powers.

Skills/Magic: Sckitter can breathe fire as well as use Clairvoyance.

Appearance:


Personality: Sckitter is a very understanding dragon, and he will normally help others. He is also laid back and easygoing. Like Kandred, he prefers to stay at a distance from enemies and will use his ability to shoot spheres of flame at the opponent instead of battling head on.

Biography: An elf name Kandred found Sckitter’s egg and then Sckitter hatched, Once they had some food, Kandred and Sckitter walked through the halls together, exploring various doors, making friends, making enemies, and eating some more. They eventually found a room with weapons laid upon the walls. A skeleton figure garbed in a black tunic strode out towards them. The skeleton opened its jaw and then snapped it shut with a dull clacking noise. Just before the creature attacked, the door that Kandred and Sckitter had entered through opened, and in stepped a Badgerden of Greenhall. "Bless moi loif. Kandred the elf, and 'is liddle lizard. Boi the beard o' moi granpa, it'd be's a great oppertunity to eat youse to up!" The Badgerden appeared male, and full grown. "You Greenhall are evil! you killed my mother and father!"
"We didn't! some of our campbeasts drugged your soup, an' you liddle 'un killed 'em yourself! You knifed y'pa, and y'strangled y'mum with a beltybuckle. Oi saw it moiself, twelve years ago or sumfing loik 'at i' was!" Kandred stared in shock horror. The Badgerden put on a devil-may-care face and strode out of the room. Sckitter had never known his parents, but to have killed your own parents without knowing? As Sckitter was not even a week old he did not understand properly, but he understood one thing: Kandred's life was a tragic tale, and it would only grow grimmer in the years to come.

Your first character is approved... *Approved*

Your second character is not, however. I'm sorry, but that bio and personality will not work. Some length please. (This is why it's unwise to make two characters at once... one is good and the other is not even close or both are lacking. In your case, it's the former.) Please extend those fields of your dragon before he is approved.

There! Sckitter has been edited by myself, and i hope that it has been done to your satisfaction O great Linkmastersword. *hails*

Hmm... okay. *Approved*