Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2012 11:13:00 GMT
Paarthurnax
Basic Information
Age: No specific age known, but he's utterly ancient.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Wanderer
Canon/OC: Canon
Canon World/Face Claim: Skyrim|Tamriel /Elf from Disciples III
Cbox Name: Paarthy
Other Characters:
Powers And Abilities
Strengths:
Dragon's strength/form
In his dragon form, Paarthurnax is incredibly strong and durable. He can fly
with surprising grace for his size, and his scales act like armour against
attacks.He also carried sharp talons, razor teeth and spines across his entire
body. Paarthurnax is also massive, and can use this size to his advantage.
Ancient Mind
Paarthurnax is incredibly old, and with his ancient body comes ancient wisdom.
He is a very intellectual creature, and finds thinking problems through and
finding plans a very simple thing.
Breath
Paarthurnax also possesses the dragon ability of breath, in the form of the
shout Yol Toor Shul (Fire, Inferno, Sun), which is basically fire breath. He can
use this in dragon and human forms.
Way of the Voice
Paarthurnax can also speak in dragon tongue, and many of these words of power can turn to attacks, though he hates using his speech in this way.
Mortal form
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Paarthurnax can use his dragon magic to transform into a mortal form of his
choosing. Usually, this is the form of a heavily armoured elf, his face hidden
by a metal mask. He carries no weapons in this form.
Weaknesses:
Dragon form
Massive and conspicuous, Paarthurnax's dragon form is very impractical in a lot
of circumstances.
Mortal form
He loses all of his dragon strength and physical attributes while in mortal
form, except for his breath/voice powers. However, he can only use the voice
sparingly in this form as it drains his strength. He also carries no weapons in
this form so relies soully on his armour.
Age
Though immortal, Paarthurnax shows signs of age quite clearly. In mortal form
his hair is streaked with grey, and there is lining on what shows on his face.
In dragon form, some teeth are missing, scales and horns chipped and his eyes cloudy. These imperfections reflect his slight weakening with age.
The lure of darkness
Paarthurnax resided on a mountain for the last few centuries. This is due to his nature. As a dragon, he views himself as naturally cruel and sly, and he is in constant battle with himself against his nature. He has committed attrocities in the past because of his lack of strength of will.
Weapons And Equipment:
None. His dragon form is just himself, his mortal form merely a magical illusion.[/size]
Personal Information
Personality:
Paarthurnax could be considered a typical old, scholarly type overall. His bearing is thoughtful, his tone rumbling and rather long winded when it comes to speaking, and his interest in the world is great. A recluse, he formally tried to hide himself away from the world, but has once again seen fit to explore it's wonders... Especially since he was brought to this world without his consent. It is impossible to doubt his wisdom, especially whilst in dragon form. On the other hand, whilst disguised as a mortal, he might try and guide those he meets without revealing his origins, his true form, or his might.
Deep within his heart, however, Paarthurnax holds a terrible and cruel streak that he does all he can to supress. Like all dragonkind, he has a lust for power that can never be saited. Instead, he tries to stay away form it's lure and be content in himself. There are times he's crossed the line in his want for strength, and he regrets those times immensely. Ultimatley his strength of will usually outways his dragonic nature.
He has a protective streak in him too, and could be considered fatherly to those younger then himself... which is nearly everyone. But it would take a great deal of his respect and his trust for him to open up fully to another.
History:
Paarthurnax is an ancient dragon, left over from the war 1000 years ago in Skyrim, where it was thought all of the dragons were slain. Along with his brother, Alduin, Paarthurnax comitted terrible atrocities during this war.
However, Alduin's false claim to godhood and the interference of the Goddess Kyne turned Paarthurnax against Alduin and he decided to aid mankind rather then further hurt them. He and several other dragons taught the humans the Thu'um, or Way of the Voice, and with the dragon shouts on their side, the humans won against the dragons.
Paarthurnax retired to the peak of the Throat of the World, the highest mountain in all of Tamriel, and with the aid of Jurgen Windcaller formed the order of the Greybeards. Here he could meditate and calm his terrible lust for power and destruction, as well as offer aid to those who sought him. He lived here in seclusion, near the monestary of High Hrothgar, until such a time as one would come to him seeking aid, only leaving to visit and bring some peace to the captured dragon Numinex in the human town of Whiterun.
But soon, the Dragonborn would come, and the Dragonborn would learn more of the voice. And again Paarthurnax would aid mankind.
Sample Post
The skies were streaked with red and yellow as the mighty form of the dragon banked hard, turning upon the breeze with surprising graze for a creature of his massive size. Rain clouds loomed darkly on the horizon, but the creature was more inetrested in the town laying below him in the valley.[/size]
He alighted upon the ridge, his wings folding and his form settling into a crouch, tail loosely coiled around the mound on which he sat. "Faal krein mah sahqo..." His voice rumbled, deep and old like the very earth itself. The sun sets red... Was he just being superstitious? It might bode well for weather but Paarthurnax felt uneasy. He turned his fading eyes towards the town and rumbled softly and thoughtfully to himself. He did require food. And he was not able to hunt here, as he could upon his home mountain of the Throat of the World.
"Joor geinmaar lo." This time, instead of simple words, his speech resonated with the power of the Thu'um, the voice. At once his form began to change, hidden under a thick layer of magic. Scales retracted, spines shortening, his crown of horns softening into hair. All that natural armour seemed to shift and warp around his every decreasing form, and he slowly righted himself onto two legs.
Eventually, a humanoid form stood where the dragon had been, shimmering armour plates cladding his form where scales had been before, his whitening eyes hidden beneath a solid metal mask. White streaked his brown hair, and though his elven features were hidden beneath the sheet of his visor, they were clearly lined with age.
Paarthurnax stretched, clanking with the weight of his armour, before setting off towards the town, stomach rumbling with hunger and eager to earn himself something to eat. The joor, mortals, down there will be impressed, he thought to himself, to see a simple Fahliil, elf, eat so very much... For though he was of elf-size, he was most certainley of dragon appetite...