Post by Delwyn Morgan on Oct 1, 2018 1:16:32 GMT -5
Full Name: Delwyn Cadell Morgan
Nickname/Alias: Del, alternative handles over the centuries for various identities.
Age/Date Of Birth: 898 years old, born December 27th 1,120 AD
Race: Ice Dragon
Occupation: Funeral Director, smuggler
Species Group: Creature
Play-By: Jonathan Rhys-Meyers (*Note: given permission to use him)
Abilities
Supernatural strength - They possess incredible physical strength. Dragons can easily overpower humans through sheer physical force. They are amongst the strongest of monsters, able to casually break bones, toss a grown man like a doll, and easily lift and carry a grown man, for over seven miles.
Shapeshifting - They can take a complete human form by shapeshifting, although when using their powers, part of their true forms become visible, specifically their snake like eyes.
Ice Claw - Being a dragon aligned with the ice element, he can generate ice with his hands. They will glow blue as he generates a temperature cold enough to freeze what he touches, able to make metals brittle enough to snap and freeze humans completely solid.
Flight - Dragons have bat-like wings which they use to fly and capture prey. They are incredibly capable flyers, able to move with great speed and maneuverability, and still demonstrate great stealth despite their enormous size.
Invulnerability - Dragons are near completely invulnerable; the only known way to harm or kill one is with a sword forged in Dragons blood. Significant other forces, such as repeatedly being hit with a iron crowbar, can daze them, but causes no permanent damage.
Super speed - Dragons can move with incredible speed, able to suddenly appear, almost like teleporting, especially when flying.
Super Stamina - Dragons don't tire easily, they can fly miles at incredible speeds, and go through severe trauma without fatigue.
Super Senses - Able to tell if a person is a virgin or not simply by getting close.
Weakness:
Only a sword forged in dragon's blood can kill him, as well as another Eve creature known as an Ichneumon. The Colt is very likely to be another weapon to end him.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤Maintaining a pristine and immaculate appearance
❤Expensive and pretty things. If it shines, he wants it.
❤Winter
❤Skating
❤Cameras/Video recorders.
❤Urban exploration
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗Hot summer days/heat waves
✗Children
✗Furby. Absolute monstrosities of human creation.
✗Ouija boards. Why would you play with those things.
✗Phoenixes, but he'll be courteous to them if he ever meets one. Cold, but courteous.
Fears (At Least 2):
☬Discovering that his mother and brother have also perished since he lost contact with them.
☬Being found by a dragon hunter.
Goals (At Least 1):
★To reconnect with his family, whomever is still alive.
Personality: Delwyn is a fairly young dragon, at least when compared to others of his kind. As such, he still has behaviors reminiscent of a teenager. He's usually composed with a keen eye for detail, able to quickly make up his mind on decisions laid before him. But being young, he does still tend to get bored from repetitive tasks, but pushes through regardless to get his given tasks finished. As such, he is a pretty reliable guy, even if it may take him a little while at times to complete his work. Del is also prone to wanting to show off his true strength when he finds himself under attack (even if the attacker can't do any real harm). He is aware of the problems that can arise from this urge, so he reigns it in when it does occur, and makes the effort to avoid getting in fights in the first place. As he grows older this urge will begin to diminish to a slow burn, firing up only when he faces a real opponent.
His tendency to show off isn't just related to battle prowess. He'll also try to show off (on subtler notes) to people he deems to be potential bed-mates, trying to impress them. Del adores shiny things, especially shiny expensive things, and will work hard to procure them for his collections. He takes exceptionally good care of said collection, daily checking them and cleaning as needed. He's a little OCD about where things are placed, and gets annoyed when people touch them without his permission. And heaven forbid they don't get put back exactly where they were.
He isn't always the most mature man, and can be seen as being fairly naive when interacting with beings older than he. Del knows he could do with guidance from his peers, but sometimes he gets a little bull-headed about doing things his way. Only to later regret not following advice, he will quietly remember what his actions led to and learn from it.
He is very loving towards family, and was quite close with them before he lost them. He hides his pain at the loss fairly well, and most don't even realize how much he still hurts when he thinks about them. Some may think it odd that he could move on and seem so cheerful after such a loss, but it's simply the only way he can cope with it; repress it and try not to dwell on the pain. On a cheerier note, Del loves filming things (mostly himself *cough*vain*cough*), and usually has his phone on hand to do so if he finds something he wants to record. Del is quite vain, and keeps a well groomed appearance that he admires whenever he catches a glimpse of himself in a reflective surface. Though, he harbors a secret attraction for rough individuals who are in contrast to his sleek appearance.
He absolutely loves virgins of both genders, leaning more towards men due to their ruggedness. And while he has had to reign in the urge to eat them in recent centuries, keeping it to the occasional one every once in a while, he still relishes being their first sexual encounter. There's more than one way to "eat" someone, after all. Though it's rare for him to sleep with the same person twice, and even rarer for him to sleep with a non-virgin. You have to definitely catch his interest in other ways for that.
Traits
✧Incisive
✧Reliable
✧Meticulous
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦Vain
✦Boastful
✦A touch naive
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Parents: Cadeyrn (father, deceased), Feidlimid (mother, unknown but presumed deceased)
Siblings: Drust (twin brother, status unknown), Iodocus (brother, deceased)
Other Family: Seisyll (maternal grandmother, status unknown as he has never met her, only heard his mother mention her a few times)
Important Others: Isaiah (dragon alpha)
History: Born in Wales, Delwyn grew up watching the people of the land grow into their own. He, along with his parents, witnessed the revolt against the normans, and the subsequent struggles of power that ensued. The dragons kept to themselves, secluded from the rest of the world, and Del's father insisted that they learned how to hide. He always felt like Cadeyrn was hiding something from Del and his brother, beyond simply hiding from humans, but whenever he asked his father would simply brush it aside. While it frustrated Del, he learned to just drop it. They continued to live under the disguise of a simple poor family, as far from other humans as they could without being suspicious. Every few years, they would move to avoid questions from those around them about why they didn't age. This continued until Delwyn reached 156 years of age. At that point, his life was turned completely upside down by the arrival of a red stranger.
Iodocus had always been a little more reckless, and frequently snuck off to hunt in his true dragon form. Delwyn had often pleaded with him to not do so, for fear of discovery. And one day his fears did come true. Iodocus was seen by a hunter in the woods, and as word spread news of a dragon being sighted caught the ears of the wrong person. And it was less than a few months later when he paid them a visit.
Caderyn was hunting that fateful day, while Del, Drust and Iodocus tended to a few household repairs. A knock at the door had made the brothers exchange a look, before Iodocus moved to open the door to investigate. Delwyn wasn't sure why, but the three of them had both gotten the same feeling of dread about what was on the other side. He's still not sure if it's because they had perhaps been able to sense a little of the stranger's intent. Regardless, before he knew what had happened, Iodocus opened the door to find a dark stranger cloaked in red standing there. Before he could move to defend himself, the man had impaled him on a sword, killing Iodocus instantly. Delwyn is still haunted by the sight of his brother's corpse falling to the floor, blood gushing out of the hole in his chest and the red stranger wielding a sword forged to killed dragons. Delwyn and Drust were out the nearby window of the cottage and running to their mother, terrified of the stranger.
Feidlimid had been picking herbs nearby, when she was accosted by Delwyn's hysterical screams and the smell of blood. Her maternal instincts to protect her sons saw her discard her human disguise as she faced the red stranger head on. He taunted her, and called her children weak as they cowered behind their mother. She sent Drust to fetch their father as she tried to delay the slayer, fighting his advances as he forced them closer to the nearby woods to make flight impossible. In short order, Caderyn arrived and began a vicious battle against the stranger. As the two fought, Feidlimid forced her remaining sons to take wing as they fled. Caderyn would not survive the fight. The three remaining dragons flew high and fast, fleeing Wales.
Despite her injuries, Feidlimid didn't allow them to land until they had reached Greenland. The flight over the sea had been rough, with Drust and Delwyn's inexperience and their mother's grievous injuries. They landed as far north as they could, and spent the next few months there. Drust had inherited their mother's penchant for herbs and healing, and so had been the one to tend to her wounds as best as he could while Delwyn hunted for them all. His grief at the loss of his father and brother so fast, and the potential to still lose his mother, was often too much for his young soul. Del would frequently take small excursions across the sea, always heading north where few humans seemed to venture. One day, a massive winter storm blew in and utterly disoriented the dragon. Getting completely turned around, he ended up completely missing Greenland as he instead flew towards Siberia.
He stayed there for a month, struggling to adapt and blend in with the locals as he worked out where he had ended up and how to get home. Once he felt confident in a flight path, he made his way back to where he had last seen his family. When he eventually made it back, Drust and Feidlimid where nowhere to be seen. He still hasn't found them to this day, and is haunted by the uncertainty surrounding their fate. Del still holds out hope that he will see his brother and mother.
He began to drift through the world, using his father's lessons to get by. He made sure to never stay for long in any given area, frequently moving to new towns and cities where his face was not yet known. Having seen what had happened from Iodocus being free with his true form, Delwyn made sure to keep his tightly under wraps. As the world became more modernly civilized, he gradually found an ideal niche to slip into, mainly as a smuggler. He discovered the glorious beauty of human ingenuity, falling in love with the dazzling array of trinkets and jewelry that they could craft. Carefully amassing wealth over the next few centuries, he tucked himself into underground businesses; smuggling contraband before and during the first world war, people during the second, then gradually running an underground railroad service during prohibition. He would operate his smuggling industry from the shadows, and very few ever saw his face or learned his true name. Gradually in recent years he took a path as a funeral director for a time, mostly as an experiment, while keeping tabs on his other business. There was a pleasing aspect for him with regards to making the dead people that passed through his funeral home look pretty and elegant, even in death. He continued to maintain a life of luxury, ever wary of accidentally revealing what he is.
He is a well versed world traveller, having spent time in a multitude of countries, and can speak several languages because of this. Delwyn can frequently be seen wearing glasses, usually when doing work that involves reading or such, as the dragon is a bit far-sighted and thus can't see things too clearly when they're near his face. His love of filming and photography has been around since he first began to witness the evolution and advancement of the technology.
Alias: Croatoan Virus
How did you find us?: Google yo
Experience: 10 plus years
Other Characters: Corbin, Ein, Roman, Siofra, Osamu, Loren, Tony, Yaotl, Halcyon, Levi
RP Sample:
Holding a small glass swan to his eyes with a gloved hand, the dragon carefully turned it side to side to examine. Finding no grime or dust, he smiled in satisfaction as he set it back down. A frown briefly flicked across his face as he delicately turned the swan a millimeter, smiling in pleasure once it was back to its former position. He picked up a delicate Ukrainian painted egg next and set to dusting it with the same care he'd shown the swan. His weekly dusting took him a couple hours to complete, but once he was finished he stood back and examined his precious trinkets with vain pride. After fawning over his hoard for a while, Delwyn plucked the cotton gloves off his hands and tucked them in their designated drawer, stepping to the bathroom to examine himself in the mirror. Carefully brushing his hair and checking the trim on his facial hair, the dragon grinned in delighted pleasure. Still such a fine looking specimen.
A chirp from his phone distracted him as he made his way to the kitchen to get a head start on his dinner plans. Frowning as he read the message, Delwyn sighed heavily and turned his path to the front door. His assistant at the funeral home had pleaded with him to come in, despite his day off, to help deal with the relatives of a new arrival.
"Why do some people have to be so damned difficult." He muttered under his breath, perturbed to have his day off cut short. He tucked his glasses into a case in his messenger bag, before throwing on a coat with a flourish. Dapper as ever, the dragon left his house and made his way to work, continuing to mutter under his breath as he did so.
I (Delwyn) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (Batman)
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