Arktheras Matheredor

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  • Name: Arktheras Matheredor
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: Arktheras
  • Nicknames: Ark, Arky, Arky Barky, Scales, Adamant Skulled Bastard, Old Fuck, Demented Lizard
  • Race: Khorenthosian Ash Walker
  • Class: Nightblade
  • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  • Deity: None-Specifically
  • Age: 15,499,301,537
  • Size: Tall-thin
  • Body Type: Lithe/Athletic
  • Height: 7' 2"
  • Weight: Varies. Can range between a mere 114 to nearly 950, depending on form and density
  • Complexion: Pale scaling, very soft to the touch.
  • Hair: None.
  • Eyes: Varies, typically Silver-Blue
  • Handedness: Quadradexterious, though primarily Right Arm centric
  • Scars: Many, though most are below his scaling due to his nature.
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Multiple Personality Syndrome.
  • Likes: Bacon, chicken, good books, not being stabbed, stabbing things, chewing on things that don't slap him, chewing on metal, Porcupine Ball, and firing the Moose Cannon.
  • Dislikes: Not Firing the Moose Cannon, having no bacon or chicken, being forced to read a bad book, running out of ammo, or being interrupted during a spell.
  • Sexuality: Straight [Female, Herms and Dickgirls]

• Form: Pumpkin KnightBlade

  A deep, maniacal cackle filled the air, a haunting, dark orange glow permeated the landscape. The loud, echoing screech of a warhorse bred as much for psychological damage as actual battle. The thunderous clops of the massive horse rumbled from a distance, anyone within sight could see the ephemeral, poisonous green trail of ghastly fire suggesting that the horse was even further from the normal than before, not that much concession was made towards keeping it within the logical realms. The steed itself looked something like a feral Clydesdale, though instead of eyes, it had large, dark green spheres of fire, leaving the smallest of trails behind it. From its hooves it radiated a similar flame, which crept up along the horses legs, nearly to its knees. Barely out of reach of the flame itself, leaving only the tip of the flame's tongue to color it, was the beginnings of the horses armor. The thick, heavy plate armour seemed strong enough to glance all but the most direct blows, and covered most of the horse, leaving all but its eyes, the fire-spewing nostrils, and its mouth exposed. Even as such, the plate itself radiated with the ghastly horse's enflamed mane, sputtering and flickering, easily toyed with by the wind, but never extinguished. Its tail was much the same, though unlike a normal horse, it had an almost draconic look to it. The tail ran nearly 2 feet out from the ass end of the horse, flicking and twitching about restlessly behind it while exuding the thick flames, much like the rest of its spine and that of its hooves, somewhere between the two in intensity. The large horse would stamp at the ground, gouging into the dirt and leaving behind short-lived chunks of dirt that quickly caught fire with the ghost-flames.
  
  When seen without the massive steed, such as on a job or inside of a building, the male's form was clad in a thick, specialized leather armor, thin strips of metal hidden here and there within specialized sections of the armor, though as with most armors it still maintained some weaknesses. The chest piece was partially obscured by a large, thick cloak which ran down nearly to the floor, and unless he moved, hid his arms and legs without any shifting of the fabric. His hands, when revealed, were covered in specialized armored gauntlets, fingers only enwrapped in cloth and small strips of hardened leather, save the first, and largest, section of each finger, covered in small contoured plates. The knuckles of the gloves held a similar plate, though it ran from one edge of his knuckles all the way to the other, pulling down slightly on both sides to guard the top and bottom of his hands without complicating a sword grip too much. The backhand of the gauntlets were overlayed with a plate of metal, much like the rest, set there to protect the back of his hand, and give any backhand the firm, unrelenting sting of metal should he need it in a fight.
  
  His body itself seemed wrapped in an almost elven armor, hardened leather overlapping hardened leather in an almost tiered, diagonal design, providing quite a bit of protection for most of his chest and sides, while still allowing a greater amount of movement and silence than what plate armour allowed. The leather visible was engraved in largely dissimilar runic languages, each 'tier' of the armor, which left a small 'step' like protrusion, was written in a separate language than the one before it, with a different script on either side of his armour's overlapping tiers. Atop the shoulders of the cloak, designed to pin the fabric there and keep it from fluttering or moving too far, was a pair of heavier leather shoulders, conformed to fit perfectly, and then hardened and enforced with an unseen plate of metal, similar to that which covered his gauntlets and his steed. The large, thick fabric of his cloak, which seemed to begin to blend in with his surroundings whenever he stopped for too long, had no special markings or design, no house colors and no vestigial purpose. It seemed plain when he moved, and only when he rested or hesitated for too long did it show that its nondescript nature served more purpose than before.
  
  Instead of a neck to connect his... head to his shoulders, there was nothing, not even a stump. If looked at, should he move his head someways left, or right, perhaps during a nod, his shoulders ran from one to the other, not even stopping for a 'How do you do?' His head itself was a rather startling sight to behold, a large, burnt orange pumpkin floating there silently, wreathed in the same ghastly, ethereal green flames, holding some venomous glow to it that the fires of his steed held. The pumpkin's eyes were carved into into a menacing, curved tear-drop like gash, each radiating a slightly darker fire than the rest of the pumpkin's flames. The 'maw' of the pumpkin was carved to resemble an almost draconic grin, sharpened, almost serrated 'teeth' filled the jaws of the 'mouth', and when closed seemed to almost fit together perfectly, though the lines could still be seen. The mouth itself opened and closed, easily articulated almost as perfect as lips, adding an almost personified tier to the hauntingness of the visage. What rested within the head of the pumpkin was lost from view, nothing truly able to see beyond the thick, never-ending fires.

• Dragon Form

  Huh. A massive, tri-colored hill. Shouldn't be too hard to traverse. As the moments pass, walking turns to scrabbling for purchase along an unnervingly slick surface, textured oddly. A slip brings one's face inches from the 'hill' and upon such a close inspection a few things were extremely obvious. First, that the ground had a magnificent scaled pattern, most of which ran from bloo red, to black to a dark, pulsing green, the scales starting at some unseen base to move outwards and then flare suddenly into an aesthetic somewhat resembling a stencil of Fire. Second, that at odd intervals along the sides there were thick formations that somewhat resembled spines sticking out of the mound at a slight curve away from those in front of it. Finally, That the hill seemed slowly moving, the scales actually shifting apart ever so slightly.
  
  After a second the entire 'hill' suddenly shifted, literally rolling over to reveal the form of a rather large westernish dragon. It looked mostly quadrepedal, lengthy multi-digited paws ending each of the four main appendages. The front-legs had a sort of odd, vestigial digit near the base of the paw which twitched and moved with the rest of the paw, almost like a weak thumb. The front legs of the massive mound were built like most being's arms, holding only two joints beyond the shoulder. One at where a typical elbow of any normal quadruped was, as well as a wrist joint that allowed a more proper range of movements that would allow the dragon to move its paws to mimic those of the more Bipedal races, though it rarely bothered to use that when it could do most things without using more humanoid hand-movements.
  
  The underside of the dragon, starting at the tip of its lower jaw and running all the way down to the tip of its tail, was an almost neon-green, looking almost like a humming, vibrant canvas, alive with some odd energy. After a while the energy began to move along odd lines across the entirity of the dragon, even its top, tracing runic paths and symbols which flared every now and then. The general look of the scales resembled that of plates of armor overlaying similarly crafted plates. However, unlike the top of the dragon or his appendages, which relied on the general strength of the scales and their shape, the underside relied more heavily upon layers of protection and angles to provide the critical protection that was needed to survive.
  
  Moments passed and time shifted inconsequintially as he shifted from side to side too slow to be recognized. Suddenly that massive head craned upwards and angled at the being which was currently standing upon his chest. The movement revealed the general shape of the beast's head, as well as those dauntingly large horns, betraying his age. The head of the massive scaled beast had a slight canine shape, similar to that of a wolf, with a farm more pronounced lower-jaw. The scaled lips of the dragon were pulled down over the teeth, and the nostrils flared wide to cause the typical slits of the nose-holes to become more teardrop shaped with the pointed tips closer towards his mouth. Starting just back from the large dragon's snout is the beginning of a rather lengthy row of skuts, thick scaled spikes created by protruding bones, starting with a rather odd protrusion at the frount of his snout which at the center was pulled straight up into a smallish horn that curved down and running seemlessly into the the pattern of its scales. Moving back several inches was the second, though far less protruded than the one capping the snout, as well as being angled further back to lay atop the base of the second, which followed suit with the third and soon. However, just before the curve of its neck became too great to easily see beyond, the shape and size of the skuts changed drastically, spiking out to almost spine-like length and shape, while splitting to mirror onto either side of the dragon's neck. Slowly emerging from between the spines of the second and third sets was a small bit of webbing just loose enough to move, but not so taught as to look as if it was about to rip.
  
  At the back corners of its head, directly back from its massive eye sockets, was a horn upon either side of its head, the pair of which curled forward towards his eyes slightly before suddenly pulling upwards, angling back slightly. It reached a peak, this curve of the horns actually coming to a rather noticeable point, though not a spike, while the horns themselves suddenly dipped and rolled backwards like the crest of a wave. The tips of the horns could be seen, cresting just above the first rolling cap of his horns, their tip glinting with the right lightning. The enamel comprising these magnificent horns literally hummed with some latent power, thick carvings running the length of the horn, and near the base of the left one was a locket wrapped around it, hanging slightly, always just within sight of the dragon's good eye.
  
  The eyes of the dragon were a mismatched pair, both proportionately large for the size of the dragon, the center of the left pupil itself was nearly the size of a typical human's head, having a slightly rounded nexus to it, while the majority of the pupil was acually an X shape, jutting out in four directions. Every now and then the 'arms' of the pupil would thicken enough to reveal the dragon able to have a circular, though bisected, pupil. The inside of the pupil was the only part of the eye colored, holding a deep, dark blue with an icy tint to it. The sheer size of the pupil created an 'endless depth' to it, the eye itself never reflecting any light, built to, instead, take in everything. The dragon's right eye was utterly blank, holding no pupil or feature hinting at anything but the eye itself, which was a once vibrant, deep silver color, now detracted from by the glassy, glazed look about it.

• Dragon Form Stats

  STR	37	INT	28
  DEX	10	WIS	29
  CON	27	CHA	20

• Draconic Lizardman Form

  The Lithe, Spry body, normally worming its way into an extremely tight confine, could be seen, or glimpsed, in full view. From head to toe, the male was covered in scales, and specialized armor which complimented specific areas of his scaling, as well as maintaining his modesty. The top of his head held a triplet of horns, one running up from the top of his snout and angling backwards, a slight 'twist' seeming to come from the extremely hard bone, giving it the look as it if had naturally twisted out from his skull itself. Meanwhile, the front corners of his head, no more than an inch or so from the edge of his eye-sockets, where a pair of horns, one to either side, which started at a smooth base, which seemed to naturally flow from his scales before slowly pulling away from his skull enough to curl diagonally upwards and out to the left and right respectively. The length of the twin horns were covered in odd runic lines which seemed to be completely natural, and glowed or pulsed either dark blue and blood red, depending on whether Ark was conscious of their Bio-luminescent glow, which he could will into silence, though not permanently. His claws and the markings along his scales did much the same, though they glowed either a deep, dark green or a deep ocean blue. The scales themselves seemed to flow together unless they were looked at close enough, where it could be seen in certain areas that they merely overlapped very well. Areas such as the center of the underside of his wrists, or the upper edge of his tail near the base of the spines, would even reveal to hide rather virulently poisonous quill-like spikes, which if need be, could be shot out using hydrolic pressure created by special sacs of blood or poison depending upon the area. [blood being around the spines, poison is the area on the underside of his wrist.]
  
  The Running from roughly the crown of his head all the way down to the tip of his tail in twin rows stood his spines, holding small fin-like shapes, giving him the look of a Water-Bred lizard, though it could have also been used for flight, if the rather impressively sized wings between his shoulder-blades hinted at correctly. The actual bones of the wings themselves were rather delicate looking, covered in soft scaling meant to protect them from the harsher elements such as sand and wind, though would do nothing against a blade or arrow, especially a bullet. Between the light, probably hollow, bones was the membranous flesh that made up the majority of his wing-span, allowing his wings to be more than just ornaments. The outer edge of his wings had an odd shape to them, as if holding a point of the scaling out from the rest of it, creating a ridge that ran from the final join to the very tip at the end of the bone. Hidden within this ridge was another line of the deadly poisonous spikes, these could be shot out at a much, much greater speed due to the extremely strong muscles that surrounded the poison sacs.
  
  The head of the lithe lizardman was lengthy, giving an almost alligator-like look to him though his snout was much, much thicker from top to bottom, and more of a fat 'O' shape than a sideways oval. Thin lips hid three rows of naturally sharp teeth, each coated in his saliva, which contained a rather dangerous mix of bacteria and poisons which could cause infections within minutes and gang-green within an hours time, though the true reaction of the saliva depended upon the infected being's physiology.