Post by Fulgora Horrorcrow on Aug 1, 2010 22:16:30 GMT -5
FULGORA HORRORCROW
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>> ignore the glass piece, but this is the only picture I have of her.
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Starting Fresh
FULL NAME: Fulgora Horrorcrow
NICKNAMES: –none-
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
AGE: Twenty-Two
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
BERK OR CURR: Berk
Get the Picture
HAIR: Medium Length, Black. Curls up into two loops and is pinned at the top of her head.
EYES: Narrowed, elegant with long lashes, green – a dark emerald of sort.
HEIGHT: 5ft’6in’’
WEIGHT: 150lbs
SCARS: There are several scars. Noticeable ones are from her shoulder curving around her shoulder blade is one long curve from a mishappening axe, and three claw marks across her leg from her dragon.
PEIRCINGS: –none-
TATTOOS: –none-
Know the Person
LIKES:
+ Dragons - meh
+ Axe and Hammer
+ Steak/Meat
+ Fighting
+ Flying
+ Training
DISLIKES:
+ Dragons
+ Slacking
+ Getting injured
+ Being told what to do
+ Being judged, not that she cares
+ The Currs
STRENGTH:
+ Fighting
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WEAKNESSES:
+ Dealing with people/emotions
+ Temper
+ Time period barrier
+ Doesn't know when she's beat
FEARS:
- Deathly afraid of the falling sensation / Falling
SECRETS:
- She doesn’t believe this dragon/human thing works.
PERSONALITY: Brash. Bold.
Fulgora is a get things done and get things done now sort of girl. She’s not going to stand around and wait for the party to get their pants folded. She wants to get down to business, right here right now. She’s not afraid to express how much she hates you, so she will and she won’t take the time to loop around. She’s forward and blunt when it comes to things, she doesn’t like wasting time and she’s not afraid of really anything.
Literal. Easily confused
Fulgora takes things literally, due to the lack of education. But the more poetic people find themselves getting blank stares. She doesn’t cope well with analogies or out of the way plans that have to do with loops and turns and sneaking around. She likes the forward approach to things rather than the backwards approach.
Viking. Blood Thirsty.
Born a Viking always a Viking. Fulgora likes to draw blood when it comes to battle, and it’s not over until the party can’t walk anymore. Most of the time Fulgora has to be held back in order to keep her from fighting, but she won’t ever step down from a challenge, she’s someone who will take you up on that fight and you better be ready to bring it because she leaves no room for mess ups. She’s a skilled fighter as most are by her age – if they live that long. She’s seen battle after battle and she knows her way around an axe and hammer. She doesn’t like fighting with her dragon because it’s spitting on the Viking traditions she grew up with.
Violent. Loyal.
Though she has a bit of a rough and violet side, she can tend to be a bit brutal toward the people she has a cent of faith toward. But she’s as loyal as a dog, and would rather die than see someone on her side get hurt. She’ll fight to the death for any of her close friends.
Protective. Slightly caring.
It’s not in Fulgora’s nature to really appear caring, but there are the moments that she seems to be a little more sensitive – if that were possible – than others. She is still human, though a barbaric human she may be. She has her moments when she tries to relate to others, though it fails. She’s extremely protective of people, and will often get in the way of a fight if she believes she could do better – which is all the time – in order to keep a fellow from getting injured.
Face The Facts
FAMILY: Horrorcrow the Large [Father], Moltina [Mother] [Both Deceased]
FRIENDS: Stoick
OTHER: –none-
PETS: Image here
Morthalium – Male Spineback
Morthalium is very protective of Fulgora though she likes to do things on her own. He stands back and waits until the prime opportunity to save the day. He likes to sit on his own, and often has a quiet secret language with Fulogra, and can sometimes prove to be a bit of a smart alec. He’s generally friendly with everyone and contrasts his companion in patients and understanding. Like the males of his species, he has a lighter color to him, while the females are darker. He’s a bit faded in some areas where he’d seen better days, making him appear like an older dragon.
HISTORY:
Fulgora was raised in Berk. Raised on the world she thought was right, Dragons and Vikings fought. For years she had watched as people slowly were killed by the enemy through fire and steam. Acid and claws. As a child she wanted nothing more than to kill dragons just like any other Viking child. She grew up training to be the best of the best. Though there was no candle to be held to Stoik…She didn’t even try to compete but she did try to train and do her best. She was trained with some of the greats, some of the most terrible Vikings to ever walk. When she was young her mother and father taught her all she knew about fighting dragons and she studied the speices and their weaknesses till they were blue in the face.
As she got older she became more active in protecting the villages during raids. Her dragon count was slowly racking up and she was becoming just as good as her late father, who was killed when the boat went to seek out the nest for the first time. While her mother, grew old and sick, too old to fight, and too weak to move, her mother died of old age…Vikings really didn’t live as long as she did. A viking’s life was short and full of surprises. Fulgora, however, being the last Horrorcorw, took up the responsibility of putting on the dragon hunts. Just like when she was young she saw dragons take the lives of those on her voyages…and she never. Ever forgot who the enemy was.
Upon ‘Hiccup’s’ discovery of how ‘good’ dragons were. She kept her voice down, if the world wanted to think dragons were good, then she’d let them. She found no desire in sharing her living space with such creatures. Her partner today, she had almost killed. Morthalium, the name of Death, was injured when she found them. Burned by another dragon, claw marks everywhere. She had half the mind to stab the creature where he lay. But…the way the beast looked at her. She let him live, and even assisted him with the help of some of the people at the village. When she thought that she had gotten rid of the creature, it started following her around. And since then, Fulgora and Morthalium had been an unofficial team. Fulgora never admits to liking her dragon partner…and Morthalium never forces his gratitude onto her.
Behind the Mask
NAME: Rose
CHARACTERS: :] Just Fulgie right now
WHERE YOU FOUND US: On a board
CONTACTS: PM works best
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
This was an overreaction. She hated this, the two of them not being able to communicate? Was this funny? She didn’t find it very funny and the only way she got out of that state of mind was by reading Macbeth. It was the only way to keep her from running off and going after him and telling him this was the most idiotic idea he’d ever come up with, and if they were going to get anything done, they needed to work together. While she was secretly helping him with his campaign without anyone really knowing, she was finding that the living arrangements were making it really hard for her to do anything. She hated telepaths, and she hated just about everything about the arrangement that was taking place. Stupid humans and their stupid rules. She was just bitter because she wanted her own room. There was too much going on in her head and too little sleep to get paired with it. There had been past issues with this, she had heard, but she was not that girl. She was different, all nighters were not uncommon among Sadie’s schedule, and she was doing just fine, peach. Perfect, no problems.
She woke herself with a jolt that morning, asleep on some papers and she growled pealing one from her face as she noticed the telepathic bimbo wasn’t there. Good. Instead she moved to sweep the papers off the bed and rolled her eyes at the ‘Vote McCoy’ posters that she had on her bed and soon, shoved them beneath the pillow before she pulled out the more important HYDRA notes that she had in her hand. For one, the worst part about this was that she was going back to school. She distaste, beyond distaste, this was utter disgust she was feeling. She didn’t want to go back to school. What was the entire HYDRA inside training for? What was the point of sitting through those grueling lectures if they were just going to send her back into the hellish fray!? This was getting on her every last never if that was possible. She was already riding the rollercoaster of hate. She looked down at the HYDRA schedule that was mixed in with her AP Literature homework, disgust. She was no good at this, the Math Analysis stuff she breezed through in a heartbeat, but this…this was all interpretation.
She stepped out of her bedroom scanning the pages of Heart of Darkness which she found suddenly earning her hate for every dreaded detail that rolled out off of Conrad’s pen onto these pages. The man should have been drawn and quartered. She heard some noise in the kitchen and moved that way coming to sit directly at the table. It had been a while since Carmine and her’s little ‘talk’. ”Carmine.” she greeted civil as she sat down with the thin but small printed book in her hands. Proving to show herself a might difficulty. She also set down the papers with the HYDRA things about them that she needed to talk to Carmine about. She looked from book to plans and sighed, ”If only there were two of me.” she muttered, turning her head to look at Carmine. ”Have you ever read Heart of Darkness?” she inquired, but turned her eyes back to the book. ”I have Omega things to talk with out about once you have a moment.” she said waving the papers a little before she set them down under her book where she was reading. This book was stupid, who took three sentences to describe how god awful the water looked? Jesus, writer were stupid.
She woke herself with a jolt that morning, asleep on some papers and she growled pealing one from her face as she noticed the telepathic bimbo wasn’t there. Good. Instead she moved to sweep the papers off the bed and rolled her eyes at the ‘Vote McCoy’ posters that she had on her bed and soon, shoved them beneath the pillow before she pulled out the more important HYDRA notes that she had in her hand. For one, the worst part about this was that she was going back to school. She distaste, beyond distaste, this was utter disgust she was feeling. She didn’t want to go back to school. What was the entire HYDRA inside training for? What was the point of sitting through those grueling lectures if they were just going to send her back into the hellish fray!? This was getting on her every last never if that was possible. She was already riding the rollercoaster of hate. She looked down at the HYDRA schedule that was mixed in with her AP Literature homework, disgust. She was no good at this, the Math Analysis stuff she breezed through in a heartbeat, but this…this was all interpretation.
She stepped out of her bedroom scanning the pages of Heart of Darkness which she found suddenly earning her hate for every dreaded detail that rolled out off of Conrad’s pen onto these pages. The man should have been drawn and quartered. She heard some noise in the kitchen and moved that way coming to sit directly at the table. It had been a while since Carmine and her’s little ‘talk’. ”Carmine.” she greeted civil as she sat down with the thin but small printed book in her hands. Proving to show herself a might difficulty. She also set down the papers with the HYDRA things about them that she needed to talk to Carmine about. She looked from book to plans and sighed, ”If only there were two of me.” she muttered, turning her head to look at Carmine. ”Have you ever read Heart of Darkness?” she inquired, but turned her eyes back to the book. ”I have Omega things to talk with out about once you have a moment.” she said waving the papers a little before she set them down under her book where she was reading. This book was stupid, who took three sentences to describe how god awful the water looked? Jesus, writer were stupid.
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