Post by Val on Dec 7, 2013 5:12:43 GMT
n a m e: Izett
g e n d e r: Female (or so it is said)
e l e m e n t: Fire
a p p e a r a n c e
Izett does not endorse the typical complexion of a supposed "dragon".
She is not very easy on the eyes—four, in her case. They are grouped in pairs of two as they rest on either side of her head. Devoid of any pupils, her orange eyes illuminate in dark areas to complete the already eerie aura.
Her body is closely related to that of a snake's—long, lithe, and (not so) lovely. She can stretch to approximately 90 meters, although she has the tendency to recoil when in the presence of others.
She lacks the essential limbs depicted by a multitude of different species. It isn't much a bother, however, for she can easily slide across the barren landscape in a serpent-like manner. Should a situation arise which entails the necessity of flight, Izett is more than capable of abiding. Unnoticeable wings are strained against her flanks. They seem to be fashioned from the scales on her hide, and can span a good 30 meters if opened to their full potential. In a sense, the elemental highly resembles a colossal coatl.
Jagged, maroon scales envelope the dragoness. They amount for substantial durability, although objects are still capable of penetration. They are seemingly disproportional, as many areas have swathes of pointed plates while others are nearly naked.
In the darkness, Izett's scales appear to be an off shade of black.
As expected, Izett has an especially flexible vertebrae with little to no impediments preventing her from bending to her utmost desire. This is particularly useful in flight, enabling her to remain airborne whilst rolling her body.
Flight, however, is the least of the elemental's concerns. The flame serpent retreats to the skies once in a blue moon, yet she delves beneath the earth's crust on a daily basis. You see, Izett composed her land so that she could glide under the surface in a relatively effortless manner. Her scales cut through the rock with ease, and her ample body moves her ever forward.
Most are notified of her presence at this point. The temperature of the earth around her escalates tremendously as she grows nigh, to the point where anyone within a 10 meter radius will get the sensation of standing on solid lava. She can raise and lower her body temperature at will, of course, but it may take some convincing.
The earth is not the only thing subject to her body heat. When hit with a small amount of water, it will quickly evaporate into gas. The air also takes its toll in this, although it doesn't seem to be as persuaded by the wyrm. The temperature is typically only increased by a margin, as opposed to an entire state of matter. If, however, she grows especially irritated, she can be the cause for bouts of heat waves.
p e r s o n a l i t y
Izett has a... complex charisma.
When the serpent speaks, she does much justice to her appearance. Her voice is surprisingly cold for a fire elemental, and almost entirely discomforting. Her "s" sounds are noticeably emphasized and drawn-out, only to grant the full, snake-like effect.
Her emotions are much like her being - a python, poised to lunge at anything that moves. Her temperament can spike at any given moment, and can be roused by any specific phrase. During such events, Izett typically amplifies her voice, her snake-like behavior leaking through her very corpse. Her "s's" are overly exaggerated, and her tone is piercingly vivid. It is actually unclear as to weather her emotional bursts are genuine or sarcastic, but it is quite obvious that they are undesired.
Oddly enough, Izett does encounter days where she appears to have no emotions at all. She will sneak through the barren landscape, not allowing even the rudest statement to get under her skin. She will shrug it off with laughter, closely followed by dangerous amounts of harmful sarcasm. It has been reasoned that she withdraws to this psyche as a result of anger, but none can be positive.
Nevertheless, the bipolar being that you see above does not begin to describe her true nature.
Izett is highly dysfunctional. She pays little mind to the duties she must fulfill as an elemental, and certainly doesn't bore herself with the troubling affairs of others. Instead, she is often found meandering through her territory, scouting familiar tunnels and approaching unlikely visitors. She usually toys with said visitors, and scours them with irrational riddles only to drag them beneath the earth for her own amusement. From there she leaves them to rot, forcing them to navigate through a lifetime of burrowing. Most die of heat stroke, yet some power through the pain and simply succumb to dehydration. Honestly, it's become a game of sorts. An elongated lifespan like hers is riddled with boredom, and she has found her sources of entertainment dwindling down to dire methods. It is due to this fact that the fire lands are regarded as sketchy, and trespassers are recommended to mind their distance.
Izett acknowledges her creations' existence, and allows them to roam her lands without consequence. In fact, she rarely approaches a party if they include a recognizable fire creation. She makes little effort to contact them in any way, although she assumes that she is on supposedly "good terms" with them.
When in the presence of other elementals, Izett makes little attempt to reconfigure her personality. She does not involve herself in their dilemmas, but she may side with someone if it results in her personal gain. She is mainly concerned with that of which will benefit herself, for she really has no personal connections with any living organism.
Take her riders, for example. They have come and gone as they pleased, but very few have managed to break her barriers. Those who have are long since dead, and have been sparsed from her memories.
f i g h t i n g | w e a p o n s
Izett prefers to watch a battle, but at the same time wouldn't mind getting her metaphorical hands dirty.
Being the Fire Elemental, it is given that her flame breath is the most superior in all the land. Even to be in such a fire's presence, an extremely strong, hot aroma bursts from it the second it is released. To be in contact with it, however... well, many dragons would prefer not to live after such an incident. It singes the scales and wings the moment it touches. Within seconds, it will proceed to eat at the flesh, and the bone will roast after a minute. Very few have survived this fate, and those who have are marked with painful burns beyond repair, obtaining a strict fear of fire.
Her scales are fully fire resistant. She will often ignite herself on fire in the midst of battle, scorching her opponents by a single touch. This can be quite energy consuming, however, and she prefers not to spoil herself with the glamorous effect.
She can spawn fire at will, able to morph the flames to her own accord. She typically uses this to summon a barrier of fire, to encircle her foes with ease.
Mind you, Izett has a limited amount of energy. Since her size usually exceeds the standards of others, it may just be her maw that determines the ultimate end to another. She has pointed incisors in her mouth, and she almost finds satisfaction from thrusting a bloodied body over her shoulder.
h i s t o r y
Izett hasn't burdened herself with many creations, and frequently loses track of them. She creates them only on behalf of her boredom, and practically discards them after that. She can only expect death from her morsels.
As far as mates go, Izett has had none. She has not bothered to even override the acquaintance status, and had very little interest in doing so. She did have a short-lived run with Tivialous, but it was nothing remotely serious nor something that she prefers to dwell on (considering the Light Elemental was highly dysfunctional and delirious at the time) .Talbot was the result of their misdoings.
r i d e r
None, as of now
o t h e r
While Izett is decently durable, she is highly vulnerable to magical assaults. Water is, as you can imagine, at the top of her no-fly list. In the unfortunate event of a complete submersion, she becomes closely related to a useless lump of burnt-out coal. An overdose of water is highly lethal, and it could take years for her fire abilities to readjust themselves.
Her enormous anatomy also leaves little room for agility, making it highly unlikely that she'd be able to dodge any attacks.
r o l e p l a y | s a m p l e
A turbulent noise raked the barren lands of the fire territory. It spanned across The Badlands, through the mass of ill-conceived vegetation, and reverberated through the volcanic walls of Mt. Fury.
Four sets of eyes sprung to life. They let loose a radiant orange glow, peering past the absolute darkness that befell them. A prodigious head, apparent owner of the four stray orbs, shifted from its position. Its head was perked in confusion. A moment of misleading innocence, soon followed by the quirk of the beast's lips. Darkened teeth were revealed, a snarl as plain as the danger that this beast entailed. A roar emanated from the creature's maw.
The grounds that sheltered the monster trembled with fear. A crimson glow advanced, and molten rock enveloped the serpent.
The Fire Elemental was awoken from her short-lived slumber.
Izett pulled her snout skyward and lunged for the stars, not giving so much as a sideways glance to the scene she abandoned. She pushed past varying layers of rock, her surroundings flustered with heat as she slipped past them.
She resurfaced in an instant.
Her nimble body erupted from the trench, eyes squinting beneath the sun's harsh embrace. Her scarlet scales scintillated under the light, orange eyes all but visible.
The desolate landscape held no traces of life. Her patience was taut, and her hope was faltering.
A few moments passed, and the landscape was as barren as ever. Her distressed shriek had drawn no attention. Her creations had betrayed their creator! Mutineers set to swipe her crown. She let off an audible growl, disconcerted by the thought.
She ought to set fire to their ungrateful beings!
A voice behind her realigned her emotions. It was faint, slightly feeble, but withheld much forced courage.
Her head pivoted in one swift motion, gaze plummeting to the minuscule wyvern below.
"I-I heard your call. I come offering my aid."
A makeshift smirk graced her lips. "Child!" She began, her coiled body unwinding as she slithered around her creation. "The earth quakess with rage. Tell me, why wass it sscreaming?"
The creation's body tensed as the wyrm encircled him. "I... don't know, ma'am. The earthquake was distant. None of our concern."
Izett continued to encompass the morsel. "Hush, you fool! It iss all of our conccern! We are the nexxt victimss!" She bellowed.
Her grasp on the creation was firm, her body constricted against his skeleton. His breath was short, coming off in rasps as he struggled to speak.
"What... should I... do?"
The serpent bowed her head, facing the creation with a toothy grin. Her hot exhales siphoned a fearful reaction from him, her body proceeding to crush his own.
Her mouth opened. The creation winced.
Her reply was hushed. It contained a viable trace of insanity, sparks spouting from her gullet as she gave the command.
Her body alleviated, setting the creation free. His sudden gasp for air was oddly comforting.
The wyvern nodded slowly, climbing into the sky as he absconded from the beast.