Naixul

DragonSlayer4 · December 23rd, 2010, 3:17 pm

This guy is really intense, but I thought he would prove to be a good challenge for me. It was certainly a challenge to make up his bio.lol I find nothing wrong with this bio. I've checked and double-checked it, so it should be good to go. I Accept.

Name: Naixul (Nigh-zule)

Age: 50 years

Gender: Male

Skills: Naixul knows he's a shadow dragon, and that he has special talents, though he hasn't a single clue on how to use them. Galbatorix decreed that he was never to use his powers, and he sticks to that rule like a bee to honey, even if his old master has banished him from the Empire. He doesn't know exactly what abilities he can perform or control, and he doesn't wish to. Though his black fire is strangely hotter than other dragons, he has written this off as a trait of his breed (shadow dragon). He did the same with his ability to slink in and out of a room silently and without detection.

Race: Tamed shadow dragon

Hair: Two pale grey horns that curve back and up from his skull, similar to an antelopes. He also has two longish grey spikes on each side of his lower jaw.

Eyes: One milky white with a scar tracing vertically from his eyeridge to just below his cheek bone (left) and one warm chocolate brown (right).

Home Village: Urû'baen

Parents: Unknown and presumed dead.

Siblings: None

Character Personality: If Naixul had not been hatched in Urû'baen, he would be very different to the husk that lives today. Though unlike some, he has not turned cold and hard from the endless torture. Being born of a noble race such as the Dragons, Naixul should be naturally proud, willful, and a strong fighter. These have been beaten from him in the most brutal of ways. The best way to describe him now now would be as an over-sized, unquestionably loyal dog. He has no mind nor will of his own; those were pummeled out of him years ago. He never shows any emotion, simply carries out his orders without question or hesitation. If he didn't do something exactly right, then he was beaten for days on end without food or water, for the most petty mistakes. He pushes himself to meet and exceed the needs and desires of his master to avoid this, though he submits to the punishment without complaint if it is wished of him. To his thinking, he deserves every lash of the barbed whip or brand of the iron, especially if he did something offensive. He never, ever, spoke out against Galbatorix, not even within the safety of his own consciousness, lest Shruikan or one of the other Imperial dragons overheard him and reported him to the King. Then he would be escorted to the room behind the King's throne, beaten and tortured within mere inches of the void, before being healed by his masters pet magician's. Now out on his own, he doesn't know what to do to survive. He's never had to before. Though a servant he never had want for anything; he was fed, bathed, and pampered almost as well as the King himself.

Character History: Naixul was hatched into a life of obedience and beatings, quickly learning, even after only a few weeks, that he was no better than a dog, to be told what to do and do it. Any resistance was quickly subdued within him, beating him and molding him into a quiet, obedient pet. He was taught to never speak unless spoken to. The one time he disobeyed this command he was beaten to an inch of his life. He never did so again. Since hatching he has been quiet, learning the art of ghosting into a room without notice, before his master even called his name. The first few times he attempted this, he made quite a racket, and was punished. Now he takes extra care to be silent and invisible, like a shadow. He gives this ability credit to his breed as a shadow dragon. This is the only talent he is allowed to use. For his entire life he's been obedient, so he was bewildered one day when he was called to the throne room and charged with treason. He knew he hadn't done anything wrong. He knew he hadn't. But he took the punishment without complaint. When brought before Galbatorix after a long week of continuous torture, he was barely conscious, let alone alive. The King banished him from the Empire, setting upon his head the bounty that if he was ever seen by Galbatorix's troops, he was to be killed on sight without hesitation. The King was gracious enough to heal him enough so that he could fly and walk, and then he was escorted from Urû'baen by Shruikan and Thorn. Thorn had hated him, so the red attacked him and wounded him grievously in the left shoulder, rendering that foreleg useless until it healed. Shruikan made no move to stop the attack, indeed, he even held Naixul down so Thorn could injure him. Now, badly hurt and thrown away like trash, he wanders, searching for someone to heal him and perhaps become his new Master or Mistress.

Weapons: Teeth, tail, claws, wings, flame.

Likes: He loves the sound of falling water. He could lay beside a waterfall and never tire of listening to it.

Dislikes: Seeing others hurt unjustly, though he will keep these thoughts to himself, since technically he shouldn't have any opinion at all.

Weakness: Naixul has no will nor mind of his own. It has been drilled into him that he is the lesser, hatched to serve and please his Master's or Mistress's without hesitation, prompting, or question. This puts him at a disadvantage to other dragons; he's always been told what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. That is not possible anymore, so he is constantly at a loss.

Fear: Failing his new Master or Mistress

Animal Companions: None

Character Physical Description: Naixul is not much bigger or smaller than the average dragon his age. He is seventy-five feet in length from snout to tail spike, twenty of that being his neck and tail alone. He isn't powerfully built like most males of his race; his form is more thin and willowy, allowing him great flexibility and speed on the ground as well as in the air. When he was newly hatched, his hide gleamed with health, the black color as deep as the night of a solar eclipse. Now it is riddled with white scars, some faded, some more fresh than others. His entire body is almost literally covered with them, even the underside of his paws and the membrane of his wings. His eyes were, once, a warm, kind chocolate brown. In one torture, the blade of a war axe slashed across his left eye, leaving a long white scar over his iris and rendering him completely blind in that eye, also changing the warm brown to a pale milky white.

Dreams for the Future: Find a new Master or Mistress and please him or her to his best ability. Find a mate.

Reason for Dreams: Though he will endure it if his Master or Mistress deems it upon him for disobedience or lack of thoroughness, he would rather avoid punishment. Though a servant and impaired in one eye, he is not blind. He is wanting to find a pleasing mate and have hatchlings, if this is agreeable to whoever owns him at the time.

Alignment/side: His first Master was Galbatorix, but the King has abandoned him. He's known servitude, abuse, punishment, and unquestionable obedience all of his life. He seeks a new Master, if Galbatorix will not have him, and will not question the motives or intentions of whoever takes him as their servant. He has no right in a choice of sides, in his mind. That decision is for those above him.

Naixul

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