Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2015 3:52:26 GMT -5
NAME: Rhomarth
AGE: 15 Turns
COLOR: Bronze
RIDER: Ki'var
RANK: Wingsecond (Gust Wing)
SPEAKING COLOR: bb7e02
APPEARANCE: A large creature, topping the scales at an impressive 74 feet, though hardly the muscle-packed behemoths of many 'typical' bronzes. Rhomarth is built like a lion, long and sleek, with a low-slung, long middle and a sleek, smooth musculature ending in a long tail he holds out behind him for balance. His muzzle is slightly on the short side, smoothed into his brows, giving him a very predatory look. He's got a square jaw, though, connected to his body by a thick neck with muscle packed behind his head for bite power, making him vaguely reminiscent of Dinosaurs. He's got powerful limbs tipped with sharp, deadly curved claws, and he tends to hunch in on himself like a feline, making himself look smaller than he is, then exploding into action (he has a habit of sitting preternaturally still). His wings are both broad and long, like an Eagle's, giving him the power to fly for long periods of time with minimal effort.
His hide is a lighter bronze, trending more into the tones of darker golds. He's got a distinct yellowed tone to his hide, though that in and of itself if not what most people notice- no, they tend to see the burnt-orange stripes streaking his hide. Rhomarth has a main strip along his spine, a dorsal stripe that runs from just behind his muzzle to down to the fork of his tail, as well as a main stripe on each side that begins under each eye and streaks along his sides. Multiple smaller horizontal stripes run the length of his hide from neck to tail, breaking into smaller pieces along his legs and wing-shoulders. The membranes of his wings are a significantly darker shade of brown-bronze, as are his toes, giving him a hilariously dainty look.
MINDVOICE: Rhomarth's voice is complex- loud, heavy and deep, just like his riders, though often described as hot. Ki'var says it's like hot metal on a sunny day, you can almost smell it, acrid and sharp and spicy like fresh klah; he also compares it to a feline's rumble, the big, deadly-but-soft tones of a tiger preparing to strike. It's hot to the point of being barely comfortable, and often overpowering, but never quite painful. However, when enraged, it's burning, a roaring inferno that you can't ignore, let alone argue with. With it comes the scent of fire and heat, sharp and crackling, and the proper smell of smoke- rich and heavy, but good, in a strange way. It can be very comforting, like the heat of a blaze when you're freezing, and when he's just talking, it's dancing and snapping with shades of yellow and orange, flickering with light when he's amused like sparks dancing from a bonfire.
ABILITIES
AGILITY: 4
SPEED: 6
ENDURANCE: 7
PERSONALITY: Proud, Hot-tempered, Blunt, Predatory, Feline, Strong heart, Strong Will, Supportive, Just, Courageous, Challenges himself.
Rhomarth is a lot of things. A lot. He's got layers. Or so he insists, anyway. He's a little bit hot-headed, but at the same time, very deliberate and methodical in his tasks- he'll devote all his energy and attention to something he finds important to the subtraction of all else. He tends to be rather rude, very blunt, and he doesn't pull his punches. He won't hold back on something that might hurt someone if they need to hear it, and he never apologizes. He's very proud, distinctly self-entitled, and he's got a habit of boasting. His voice is loud and deep, echoing in strange ways and never failing to catch attention if he needs it too. He's a bass creature, a voice made of some sonorous brass instrument. He's kind of feline in his temper, with a habit of being fickle, finicky, and totally disobedient to his rider if he happens to think Kiva's being a moron. Which is often.
He's not reckless, by any means, but he can become rather blinded to common sense if enraged enough, and will never let a challenge go unanswered. He likes to push his own limits, and can often be found goading others into participating in races or competitions with him, though in good fun. He doesn't want to win, he just wants to see if he can improve his own record- he's fond of racing much faster colors just to challenge himself. He's also incredibly supportive- while he may be a bit of a handful, he's absolutely loyal to his rider, and often drags the man into his own personal crusades to help people. He won't let someone be hurt around him if he can help it, but neither will he butt into a situation where he's not wanted (unlike his rider)- you tell him to back off, and he'll respect your wishes, though he certainly won't shut up about it.