[Reslear]

[Dromidae]

;; T H E . B A S I C S ;;

Name;; Reslear
Nick names;; Currently none
Age;; About 10 years
Gender;; Male
Family;; None
Group;; Human
Rank;; Partner
Magic;; Reslear is an earth dragon, though his power over the element is minimal.

;; T H E . O U T S I D E ;;

Race;; Dragon
Main Color;; Brown
Eye Color;; Dark green
Markings;; Reslear's only marking is a vague pale green swirl on the right side of his head
The Rest;; Like most dragons, Reslear is covered in hundreds of shimmering scales. His are not brightly colored though, instead having chosen a medium toned brown that comes in quite handy for blending in among trees. He has large, liquid-like dark green eyes.

Reslear is a large creature, towering over most others. His build is rather 'boxy', correctly portraying him as an exceptionally strong dragon. Of course, Reslear also has the gift of flight with his two long wings.

;; T H E . I N S I D E ;;

Personality;; Reslear is normally wise and just, which makes it a wonder that he gets along so well with his partner Horo. However, he has times when curiosity will get the better of him. Either that or he simply gets the need for some fun.
Likes;; Forests, rain, and most of the time Horo.
Dislikes;; Large open spaces, and he seems to have something against those who control fire.
Strengths;; Battle and stealth, to some extent
Weaknesses;; Because of his own weak elemental skill, Reslear does poorly in battles with other elementals.

;; T H E . R E ST ;;

History;; When he was much younger, not too terribly long after he'd hatched, Reslear stumbled upon a destroyed human village. Outside of it was a young, unconscious girl. Taking pity on her, plus being a little curious, he did his best to protect her. When she awoke he found that her name was Horo, and after they got to know each other a bit they became partners. For the most part, Reslear is content to follow Horo wherever she goes.
RP Example;; Shasta's eyelids lay heavy, begging him to let them fall. Nothing is left, whispered his mind in an appealing, pitying tone. Just let it all go. It'll be easier that way. The voice went on, growing continually stronger and more enticing. Slowly, the point began to make itself clear to the tom, and despite having been raised with the belief one should never give up, he found himself giving in. "I tried," he whispered into the silence. In his mind he added that there had never been a chance for him, a small, skill-lacking, deaf cat, to live alone. So it was that with a loud exhale resembling a sigh the orange tabby allowed his dark golden eyes to blink shut.

Strange pictures shot themselves at him, and although they were vague and shadowy the tom got the idea they were accusing him. "It's not my fault!" he yelled, hurling the words at his unconscious mind. "It wasn't possible!" A lost, dejected look overtook his dream self. This was tiresome, why wouldn't it just end already? With that thought hovering around him, an old memory was aroused. He was young, only a few moons old. He was with his parents. He could hear. The scene played out before him like a movie as he fondly recalled that first era of his life. I remember that, he thought, watching as the small orange kit that was himself tried to climb a tree, only to fall after taking a few steps up. Shasta smiled.

Several moments later, all traces of a smile were gone, replaced by a look of guilt. In the memory he had stopped trying, tired of all the failed attempts. Then his father came. He grasped the kit by the scruff his neck, gently putting him back on his feet. That done, he turned to his son and said, "Never give up. When the going gets tough you've gotta keep going because those times are the ones that define you and test your faith." As he spoke, the memory began to fade off and by the time his piece was said, had disappeared completely, taking with it every other aspect of the dream. In the back of Shasta's mind, something had clicked.

He was no longer unconscious, yet his eyes did not yet open. Although it seemed to him like he had slept for several hours, only a few minutes had passed in reality. A few minutes in which three cats had gathered around. They went unnoticed by the tom for a short while as he could neither see nor hear them, but one of them had been brave enough to approach. It was the faint vibrations her paws sent through the hard pavement that alerted the orange cat to her presence, and immediately his eyes shot open. As it was, he had missed catching her question, yet he probably wouldn't have answered even if he had. His mind was still spinning from what had happened in his sleep, and now that he was completely conscious several other foreign feline scents flooded over him. His eyes grew wide and panic and he did the first thing he thought of: He ran.

Despite being weak, Shasta was able to stand rather easily. Fear did that to creatures. It gave them strength they didn't really have. He knew this, yet didn't care. Briefly, his golden eyes glanced to the she-cat closest to him, and then he was off. His pace was fairly slow; even fear couldn't couldn't completely heal him. But he still had to try. From Shasta's experience, alley cats were ruthless, willing to do anything for a meal. Doubt crept in as he realized that especially when grouped together, the three cats would be able to over power him. Then a more determined look entered his eye. Perhaps it is stupid to try, perhaps I will suffer a horrible death. It does not matter. I must keep going. I will not surrender to the game of life.
Other;; Yes, this bio fails. Ignore that xD

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