Nov 9, 2019 11:37:49 GMT -6
haku donahue tell me reality is better than a dream. general info
appearance He has short pink hair that goes down to his neck. His hair is normally spikey because he applies gel in his hair. He has a v bang in the front. He has black eyes. He is 5'9. He has abnormal sharp canines. His finger nails are short and maintained. He can be found in casual attire. One of his main outfit consists of a sleeveless, gold trimmed, black waistcoat, often left open and untucked, exposing his bare chest, a gold trimmed, black cloth around his waist that reaches his knees, held by a leather brown belt with an oval-shaped silver buckle, white knee-length trousers with black ribbon ties, a thick black wristband on his left wrist, black open-toed sandals and the scale-patterned scarf he received from his father. He has also been known to wear a rolled up comforter strapped across his back, though he rarely carries it in battle. Another is wearing an open-collared, one-sleeved long overcoat version of his original waistcoat, which is instead tucked in and zipped. The sleeve covers his left arm with a faux leather brown armband, leaving his tattoo, as well as his entire right arm, consequently exposed. He continues wearing his scarf and retains the same lower clothing. He started wearing his wristband on his right wrist. Another is wearing a black long-sleeved jacket, often left open, untucked, and no undershirt (much like his original waistcoat) with light-colored trimming and the sleeves rolled up to his wrists, black baggy pants held by a leather brown belt with a silver buckle around his waist, and a pair of dark brown, high-calf boots; there are several yellow, skull-like patterns on the jacket and pants. Another is wearing a large, tattered, dark cloak with his trademark scarf. His pants are torn and patched and his arms and legs are wrapped in bandages. Later, he discards this outfit in favor of his old one, because it was after his death and he can heal slowly. He is average in size, having muscle that is visible if he is shirtless. He has a tattoo on his right shoulder. He has scars along his body that have since healed over, one being on the right side of his neck, another on the left side of his abdomen, the last being on his right cheek. His scarf hides the scar on his neck. He likes wearing sneakers. He shifts into a dragon and his eyes are black. personality
abilities Dragon Shift -- Mastered He is able to shift into a dragon. He can understand other animals but he rarely talks with any other animal, including other dragons. Shifting takes him only twenty seconds or so to complete, during that time he is vulnerable to attack. He is able to partially shift, making him appear like a human with scales with manifesting his wings if he so chooses, his eyes appear black with slits. When he manifests his wings, he is able to fly. Thermal Resistance -- Intermediate User is able to survive at any temperature without discomfort. He is able to survive severe temperatures, mostly hot but sometimes cold weather as well. Despite being able to stand cold weather, he hates it with a passion. Minor Regenerative Healing Factor -- Advanced User is able to heal rapidly from any physical injury. He can recreate lost or damaged tissues, organs and limbs. The rate and amount of healing varies widely, depending on the injury. He doesn't like regrowing his limbs but chooses which ever option seems easier and painless, so depending on the injury will depend on if he bothers attempting to reattach first or just allowing his limb to to regrow instead. He heals at a slow rate unless he sleeps, then the process becomes faster. Severe injuries take longer to heal then minor. It usually takes him around a two to three days to heal severe wounds. Fire Manipulation -- Mastered User can create, shape and manipulate fire, the rapid oxidation of a material in the exothermic chemical process of combustion, releasing heat, light, and various reaction products, flame being the visible portion of the fire. Depending on the substances alight, and any impurities outside, the color of the flame and the fire's intensity will be different. He can create, shape and manipulate fire. Most commonly making fire along his body so that when he attacks, he aims to catch his opponent on fire. He usually creates his own fire but if given the chance, he will steal it from else where to use to his advantage. Immortality -- Beginner He doesn't age, he looks nineteen. He does however get sick and can be killed. He can taste magic with his tongue, however he is limited to the amount he is able to counter before it becomes taxing on his body. Self-Sustaining -- Beginner He relies solely on the energy that comes from his soul to power his body, thus he doesn't need to eat, drink, sleep or use the bathroom. backstory He is the youngest in his family, having an older brother, born in Canada. His family has been apart of the Assembly of Phantoms for generations. His family only bred with other wealthy pure dragons, as means to keep the generation strong. The family consisted of the main branch, while other relatives would fall onto smaller branches. Through the generations, the oldest boy would become the head of the family, with their oldest son becoming next in line. If no sons were born, it would go to the head of the families brother, who would be required to have a son to take over else it would continue down the line until a heir would be found. His father was currently head of the family, having married his mother for the sake of continuing the bloodline. His brother and himself were raised by nannies and even though his brother was next in line to become head of the family, they both were raised with the exceptions to take over when his father was set to retire. Upon birth, his arranged marriage had been set up to be carried out upon his eighteenth birthday. Training of his powers started at a young age, he was also required to pick his choice of weapon because joining the Assembly of Phantoms as a soldier was mandatory. He was close with his brother, viewing each other as rivals because both planned to become the next head of the family. He practiced mostly against his brother but there were times that he would practice against his father and other relatives in the family. They were to spar with both hand to hand combat and with weapons, giving a chance to become experienced in both. There were quite a few times that the spar match would be won between himself and his brother. When the other would lose, they would take the time to exercise as a means of becoming stronger. When both became experienced, powers became permitted in the sparring match. It had become only somewhat harder because his brother had a better grip of his powers and had been given more practice because he had already started that training among the other relatives in the family. He lost a few times before finally strategizing so that he could get a few win streaks himself. Respect was gained between himself and his brother and upon turning eleven, he joined the Assembly of Phantoms as a soldier and started taking missions. His family always discouraged shifting into a dragon, but there was a myth that upon dying one would be able to come back, but nobody knew the truth of it because it hadn’t been heard of. He soon became a deadly tool against the Terror Response Syndicate. Many of his missions required a team effort when they made attacks against the Terror Response Syndicate members and the citizens. His parents told them as teens that they had arranged marriages set up for them. When his brother turned sixteen, he was forced to focus on his missions because his brother was too busy spending time with his fiancé to be around him. When his brother became eighteen, he watched him get married, knowing it would only be a matter of time before he’d be next. When he turned sixteen, his parents arranged for him to meet his fiancé, so that they could become acquainted with one another, believing it could build their bond in the near future, even though it was only for the sake of continuing the bloodline and nothing more. He honestly didn’t care about marriage, only wanting to become stronger, so that maybe someday he’d be able to surpass his brother and steal the role of head of the family away from him. As they spend time together, it was clear to him that they didn’t have anything in common, nor were they interested in this marriage, it was only for the sake of the bloodline that either of them had agreed to keep this relationship standing. Upon his eighteenth birthday, the wedding would soon be under way, though his fiancé requested for it to be postponed until summer, having always wanted one. His parents granted permission and a new marriage date was set, leaving him as a free man for another few months. To get his mind off of the wedding, he spends his freetime sparring with relatives and taking missions as they came in. When the day finally arrived, he was dressed in a black tux while his fiancé wore a white wedding dress. The family was gathered as they waited for his fiancé to walk down the aisle. Within a few minutes, his fiancé’s mother had come screaming into the room, mentioning how her daughter was gone and wasn’t aware of her location. He could care less about marrying her but he’d be damned if she was going to shame him in front of all of their guests, so he excused himself in search of his fiancé. The wedding was canceled, because he wasn’t able to find her before the day was over, though he happened to find her when she was headed out of town with another man. Having caught both of them, he stayed hidden informing the families through text messages. Her parents showed up and dragged them both away before they could get on the plane, declaring it was within their right and weren’t seen from ever again. Meanwhile, his parents attempted to find him a new fiancé. Though through the coming months, his attitude towards the subject had started to clash and since his brother was more than likely to take over, he lost motivation to follow in his footsteps. He became a disgrace in the eyes of his family, despite becoming quite dangerous, they weren’t a fan of his refusal to marry when ever his parents found him whom they deemed as a suitable match. He was nineteen when his father was murdered by the Terror Response Syndicate during an ambush gone wrong. The family mourned for the loss of his father, he didn’t didn’t shed a tear though he had become determined for revenge against the Terror Response Syndicate for killing his father. He went on a killing spree until it was requested for him to transfer to Lorsette to cause more damage over there. Without the permission from his family, he moved to Lorsette anyway. He took on the missions against the Terror Response Syndicate, continuing too gain fear on his name. He was twenty when he became a captain for the Assembly of Phantoms. He was twenty-five when he had been approached by other dragons to join their Dragon Flights, knowing he would benefit in their ranks. It was a few months later that he had discovered that his father was apart of this Dragon Flights too. When he died, he had moved here to start over. It was hard to respect his father when that man hadn’t come home to let them know he was alive and well, of course he knew his reasons for it, to allow his brother to take over so that he could join this Dragon Flights but that wasn’t a good enough excuse and he’d be damned if he allowed to him get away with it. His father was the leader of this Dragon Flights, being known as the Dragon King. The name seemed rather fitting for one that was powerful though his father had proven a myth was a fact, dragons could come back, the fear of shifting was even gone as the teachings were taught among the other dragons so that they wouldn’t fear their shift. Besides taking missions, he would practice on the side, having never defeated his father in a spar before and since he was aiming to become the Dragon King, he would need to in order to steal his role. There were other dragons to compete with as well, everybody would rather give the orders then have to follow if they could help it. Though being in this Dragon Flights offered protection, everybody had the view point of protecting the others because none wanted the dragons to go extinct. There was a certain person going around attempting to control dragons by means of having them shift to their fullest and everybody agreed that it had to come to an end and that he wouldn’t likely attack them if they were in his Dragon Flights and it had proven truthful so far. The role of the Dragon King was to ensure their life was put on the line to make sure the dragons remained safe, which was a reason why none of the others were able to surpass, because none held that motive as much as his father. He continued progressing as means to get stronger until his fiftieth birthday when the day finally arrived that he’d have the pleasure of challenging his father to a spar to see who’d be the Dragon King. It had been a close match, his father was in the process of winning until they were interrupted by the Terror Response Syndicate. Since everybody in the Dragon Flights was an Assembly of Phantoms of member, they were all to be arrested and brought back to headquarters for questioning. To his disappointment, the dragons in this Dragon Flights weren’t all that strong, many were just talk because they had been in here for a while and had taken advantage of being protected by others. While his father attempted to help them, there wasn’t anybody left to help him because he had his own opponents to go up against. His father’s refusal to submit, encouraged the Terror Response Syndicate to kill him. He couldn’t help but feel angered as his father was dying for a second time in a row. As he found himself in the process of shifting, he attacked all of the Terror Response Syndicate hunters until none was alive. He then declared to the dragons that he was their next Dragon King and if any were to impose him, he would show no mercy. Of course that meant doing real damage over killing since he wanted them to remain in his Dragon Flights, but the fear helped him get his point across that he wasn’t about to take any of their shit and they would have to work harder to become stronger because he wasn’t their protector but King and if they had a problem with it, traitors would be dealt with accordingly. He traveled back home, having his father cremated for the second time, giving the remains to his brother because it was their father after all and despite knowing his brother likely would believe it as bullshit, he had taken the remains anyway. Just as he was leaving his brother attempted to stop him, trying to convince him to stay but he refused, having his own to lead and how his brother and him were rivals, to see who’d have the strongest dragons in existence, since his brother lead all wealthy purebreds and his was mixed. He returned home and started the training over his fellow dragons, demanding for them to become stronger because they weren't allowed to remain as the lowly dragons that he had met upon joining the Dragon Flights. Many of the missions were given in Dragon Flights so that his fellow dragons would be able to become stronger as they worked together. He viewed it as a means of them being able to push others to their limits. It was around this time that he was met by a few relatives from back home. Though he could care less who all joined his Dragon Flights, he wasn’t about to allow anybody to join either. He arranged matches, giving himself a chance to see the dragon who planned on joining into his Dragon Flights, refusing to allow any slackers. Though some of the relatives won, they lacked the motive he required and he sent them back home. He was fifty-six as he watched more of his relatives return, trying even harder to gain his approval in being in his Dragon Flights, it seemed they had figured out pushing past their limits would grant entry into his Dragon Flights and he was fine with that. It wasn’t long before he had a surprise guest, his own brother had come into town, searching for him. They met in a public place that his brother viewed as disgraceful, not that he’d care since he was free to do as he pleased without the watchful eye of his relatives on his back. They spoke about how one lead and his brother offered to allow him to assist if only he were to come back home and bring their relatives with him. He politely told his brother no, besides having become great, he wasn’t willing to abandon those in his Dragon Flights that had worked so hard to earn his approval. His brother left, their bond being broken forever and he was content with life, not caring about the well being over his brother, only desiring to surpass him. It was a few days later when the Terror Response Syndicate found them once more and had attempted to arrest them. Though he refused to submit and a fight broke out. In the middle of his fight, he lost his temper and started shifting into a dragon. Panic arose as he started stomping across the city, the only thought process was killing any and everybody on sight. More Terror Response Syndicate showed up, but his rampage continued on, killing plenty in the process as they attempted to contain this dragon, later killing him in the process. He woke up in the morgue a few hours later, coming to realize that he had in fact come back alive as a pyrrus as his father had explained had happened to him. A few minutes later and he was dressed before wandering around the place to try and figure out where he was at. Memories had crossed his mind that it was possible some of his fellow dragons had been captured so it was a top priority to find and free them. He wandered down the hallway, unaware of what to expect as he tried figuring out the exit of this place. To his greatest pleasure, a Terror Response Syndicate medic had wandered down the hall and he had captured them. First demanding to be lead out of here before being lead into the prison block. Once they got there, he found a few followers and freed them from the prison before they made their escape. The Assembly of Phantoms had perfect timing with attacking the the Terror Response Syndicate, making it easier for them to escape. He was about to kill the medic but they had been saved by a Terror Response Syndicate hunter, so they fled after another Assembly of Phantoms member took up the fight. They returned home and found all his fellow dragons were alive and well and the one who led his Dragon Flights stepped down because he knew who the rightful king was. With everybody accounted for, he lead them into battle against the Terror Response Syndicate, as means to assist their fellow Assembly of Phantoms members. The war ended in blood and he led his group back home, determined to kill off the Terror Response Syndicate members another day. Training progressed as planned and he watched as mating session had come around, meaning there would be some youngsters joining the Dragon Flights. As much as he disliked the idea of being viewed as a protector, fresh blood in the years to come would benefit him in the near future. More missions came in and he would send them out to his members, knowing it would benefit them as much as the Dragon Flights because they proved rather useful to the Assembly of Phantoms. When he turned seventy, more relatives approached him, desiring to spar so that they could show worthiness to join his Dragon Flights. It made him curious on why they left home instead of remaining with his brother and he decided to take a trip back home to find out the reason. His brother had ceased making their home great and in turn, it meant that many of the traditions were going down the drain. In a match, his brother had figured out he wouldn’t be able to go against him and had chosen to give up completely. The action had brought shame upon the family, encouraging his relatives to leave his brother and join him with means of remaining strong. Relatives greeted him and suggested to allow him to take over. The suggestion had angered his brother but because he was outmatched by the relatives,, he was cast aside and he was given the role as head of this family. Upon agreement, the family decided to sell their belongings so that they could afford the trip to move. At first he was going to suggest Lorsette but suggested Aria Village instead because there were more Assembly of Phantoms members there. Housing had been arranged to being built, so it would be a few months before they moved to Aria Village with him. Meanwhile, his brother had disappeared. He was unsure on the location of his brother and was struggling to care at this point because his brother had failed at being the head of this family and it was his turn to show him what all he could do. He was unaware that his brother had left the Assembly of Phantoms and had chosen to join the Terror Response Syndicate as a hunter. Though within a few months, the citizens in Lorsette had become aware of the family being in Aria Village and it was becoming difficult to take missions without the risk of being caught or killed by them. Many of his relatives accused his brother of being behind their discovery but he wouldn’t hear any of it, wishing to see the truth for himself. He left home to head into Lorsette, having taken a mission to try and spark some fear in the citizens of Lorsette. It wasn’t long before the Terror Response Syndicate had found out he was in the area and were sent to attempt to capture him. He fought with them, gaining the upper hand as reinforcements were given a chance to arrive. His older brother being among them. It was strange seeing him in a Terror Response Syndicate uniform but it was also infuriating. If he thought he could allow his brother to live in peace before, it was gone the moment he had proof of the betrayal. Fire consumed his body before he launched towards the Terror Response Syndicate hunters, the motive to kill had crossed his mind. He hadn’t radioed in for backup, but some Assembly of Phantoms members had taken notice of the fight and chose to step in to assist him. He got out alive but so had his brother and the two were forced to retreat at this time. Time was spent as he attempted to strategize a plan to murder his brother in a slow and painful manner. His fellow dragons resumed taking missions and training hard so that they would be prepared against their next attack against the Terror Response Syndicate. News was spread about some traitors that the Assembly of Phantoms needed to kill off, his brother of course made top of the list, while others, depending on how difficult they were to fight would depend on if they would make the top ten or not. He normally reserved those victims for himself because it meant he would get a worthy fight out of it. As he strategizes, his brother became more popular in the Terror Response Syndicate. It was frustrating to hear all about his progress report. But he knew that he was limited on what all he could do because he had no desire being in the Terror Response Syndicate custody ever again. When he turned seventy-one, his home was raided by none other than the Terror Response Syndicate. Blood shed was spilled as they attempted to capture as many Assembly of Phantoms members as much as possible. It was a difficult task, but many fought hard in their attempt to bring some back for questioning. The more the merrier. As he had trained his fellow dragons, they obeyed, first with the attempt to kill their enemy, but if all else were to fail, choosing death instead of being captured by the Terror Response Syndicate. Dying as means of avoiding questioning was a worthy cause, it assisted with weeding out the weak that weren’t meant to remain in his Dragon Flights, being an Assembly of Phantom member was an important task after all and none of them desired punishment by him. It was a good choice indeed, forcing fear on his followers to avoid being betrayed. Now if only the rest of the Assembly of Phantoms could fear him, maybe then they would have more results and less traitors in their mist. He wandered around his home, watching as the fights took place, not getting involved because there wasn’t anybody worth his interest, well that is unless somebody was stupid enough to attack him. The Terror Response Syndicate at least had really thought out who to send in his presence, they appeared to not be slackers here, but since his brother wasn’t among them, it was easy to lose interest rather quickly. The Terror Response Syndicate hunter that had made the mistake of killing him was met with a fist, burning with flames. He watched in pleasure as contact was met and his opponent caught on fire. As soon as the Terror Response Syndicate hunter fell on his knees another one had stepped up to take his place. He sighed in boredom as he defended himself against them, using little effort in the process. Screams could be heard all around him, some from his fellow dragons while others came from the Terror Response Syndicate hunters that were being slaughtered from all around them. Oh where is my pesky older brother at, I wish he were here. At least then it would be much more interesting. He thought to himself in annoyance as he fought against the Terror Response Syndicate, waiting as his attack was dodged constantly. “If you don’t plan on holding still, I’ll punish you by making your death slower.” He threatened, desiring to focus all of his attention on his brother and not these useless Terror Response Syndicate hunters surrounding his home. As time passed on, he listened as it sounded as if the Terror Response Syndicate were retreating from the area, they had managed to get a few followers captured. This whole thing was turning into a huge mess, not only was his home attacked to where he would be forced to hire somebody for repairs but they had taken a few of his followers with them. He had warned them to never betray him, though this had perked up his interest slightly, since it had been a while since he last got the chance to punish somebody. Once the Terror Response Syndicate hunters had fled from his home, he made plans on going after them. If he wanted revenge against these followers for betraying him, he would be required to break into the prison block. A few days was all it took to gather his followers at the ready before they headed into Lorsette to do just that. As they got closer to the city, his followers had split into a few groups, wanting to catch the Terror Response Syndicate hunters by surprise. Though many of them would be forced to remain outside, a few would need to get in so that they could break into the prison block for their prey. As they neared, they were met with the Terror Response Syndicate hunters as had been expected, the hunters wouldn’t be all that surprised that he wasn’t among the other followers, having gone with another group, planning on breaking inside because it was his duty as the Dragon King to kill his traitors himself. More Terror Response Syndicate hunters had been dispatched upon finding their location. More bloodshed was spilled, not wasting any time to injury them so that they could get inside, since the goal had been to get in and out, not linger for this fight that he had suddenly gained a craving for. Though his brother was a main target, there were plenty of experienced Terror Response Syndicate hunters worthy of fighting him, if only they were nearby to face off against him. Once they had broken inside, they headed down the hall, attacking all Terror Response Syndicate members in view, not willing to waste any time with them. As they neared the prison block, he could hear small talk being heard. Those who were in the cells were talking among each other, some fearing him, while others sounded rather confident that he wouldn’t be able to get in there and slaughter them like the traitors they proved to be. As soon as they walked down the hall, silence had broken through the conversation as the traitors noticed who happened to be in the hall. If there wasn’t fear among the traitors before, it was there as soon as they saw him. More Terror Response Syndicate hunters approached, he had his followers handle it while he broke into the first cell. “Get out of this cell and fight me.” He ordered, expecting fear to encourage his victim out. To his disappointment, they remained in the cell anyway, thankfully they aren't immune to fire, else this would be a real pain in the ass. He created fire in the palm of his hand and had tossed it into the cell. One of two things would happen, they would burn to death or try and pass by him, which meant more torture in the process. The traitor refused to leave the cell and he closed the broken door behind himself, making sure one of his followers could guard it in case any others attempted to escape. Since the first traitor had refused to leave the cell, he didn’t waste any time throwing fire balls in the other cells, knowing they’d burn to death because they weren’t able to break out of the cell. As soon as the last one was dead, he turned to leave only to be surprised that another Terror Response Syndicate hunter had blocked their path out. It was his own brother, things were about to get good around here. He rushed towards his brother as means of pushing them down the hall, since both were strong, he figured it shouldn’t be too difficult of a task to make a path for the rest of his followers to make their escape. Besides having a huge desire of wanting to murder his brother, he first had to escape from here, refusing to be captured or die for the second time in a row. They clashed, smacking into walls as they fought among each other, it was a slow process but as he made the effort to flee back down the hall so that he could also escape from the prison block. The radio on his brother’s belt could be heard, making him aware that if he didn’t hurry, he would be met with more Terror Response Syndicate hunters, more popular hunters to be more exact and he wasn’t too much of a fan for the leader. It wouldn’t stop him from having a clash with him in the near future, however, his brother would have to come first, so the leader would have to get in line. More Terror Response Syndicate hunters blocked his path, thankfully not the reinforcements his brother was looking for, if he didn’t know any better, he would claim his brother had rushed off ahead to see little old him. “Get out of my way!” He shouted, pushing roughly against those in his path, sending them flying after being hit by his strength, will power helped him come a long way. Without bothering to wait, he fled down the hall. His brother wanted to follow after him, but he wanted to check on the Terror Response Syndicate hunters first. Though it was a slow process, he worked hard to follow after him, knowing that since his brother’s death, he was much more powerful than him, or at the very least, he believed it. As he got away from the prison block, he made his way down the hall, not bothering with any Terror Response Syndicate members unless they so happened to be hunters, wanting to get outside so that they could retreat from this fight. With any luck, he had murdered those traitors before they had a chance to give away the Assembly of Phantoms secrets. Once outside, he joined the rest of his followers, leading them towards the other groups, the faster they met up, the faster they could head back home for now. Once his followers had spotted him, they retreated away from their fights, once they met up, they became a bigger group for the Terror Response Syndicate hunters to handle. He glanced towards the path he had just come from, noticing that his brother was heading straight towards them. “Prepare to retreat!” He shouted, having no problem with lingering longer, he just wanted them to head back now before they became outnumbered, besides his fight was about to take up a lot of space outside and he didn’t want his followers getting in the way of this. He waited until his brother had become in reach, he rushed towards him and they resumed their clash from only a few minutes prior. It hadn’t come as a surprise when he noticed more Terror Response Syndicate hunters coming outside to help their follow Terror Response Syndicate hunters. His followers had already started to flee from the area, meaning as much as he wanted to stick around and kill his brother, it would have to happen another day so that he wouldn’t be left behind. The reinforcements that he had heard on his brother’s radio had showed up as well, making him view this as such a pain. He knew with his followers retreating that some Terror Response Syndicate hunters would surely follow after them, the goal being to capture. He couldn’t help but wonder if they already knew about the death of his traitors, his brother sure knew but he didn’t care about his brother knowing, only if he shared the news with the others or if that was why he was sent after him in the first place. “Well as much as I’d love to stick around and kill you, I have others to kill first.” He teased, knowing how much his brother despised him, the feelings were mutual. He slowly backed away from his brother, to his great annoyance, his brother followed after him once he had turned to head back home. He shifted into his dragon form so that he would be out of reach, but his stupid brother had leaped at him, grabbing onto his ankle as he flew away. He tried knocking his brother off but he held on firmly. He could feel pain shooting in his leg as his brother squeezed, making sure to use his enhanced strength as he attempted to crush his ankle. He struggled more to throw his brother off of him, it was proving rather difficult, which meant he would have to try and force him to lose his grip instead. He could feel more pain as his brother continued to squeeze, he flew towards the tree, smacking his brother against them in his attempt to force him to release him. After a few tries, his brother finally loosened his grip and one more smack against the tree had him falling onto the ground. He paused for a moment, looking back at his brother to see how injured he might have become from this fall. Though his brother remained on the ground, he didn’t have a chance to attack him further as the leader had caught up to them. Without wasting any time, he flew away, knowing that he’d likely chose to try and help his brother instead of following after him. Once he made it back home, he shifted back into his human form. Ever since his death, he gained the power to heal but the cost was his strength, oh how he wished that he was just as strong as his brother currently was, maybe he would have had an easier time escaping. So that his healing could take affect, he chose to take it easy for the next couple of days. When he was seventy-three the Terror Response Syndicate hunters were sent out to try and capture his followers once again. He wandered around the halls, finding any Terror Response Syndicate hunter in sight and killing them. It was somewhat of a surprise to see once again that his brother wasn’t among the other Terror Response Syndicate hunters. He watched as his fellow members killed the Terror Response Syndicate hunters in sight. Though his brother wasn’t here, there were a few interesting people to say the least and he made the effort to fight and try and capture them for his own questioning. The fight went on for hours before the Terror Response Syndicate hunters started fleeing. Last time it had been easier to try and capture his followers, this time proving extra hard. It seemed safe to assume that it was likely because the Dragon King was prepared this time. He moved so that he could watch them flee from his presence, still wishing to capture a useful one for torturing later but he wasn’t in the mood to go outside and chase after them. He knew there would be a time and place to go after the Terror Response Syndicate and that required some strategizing. Even though he watched from his home, he expected his followers to go after them to ensure that none were to escape without making extreme effort in the process. Even when the Terror Response Syndicate hunters got away, he couldn’t help but have a smug grin on his face, knowing that it was time to start. Once a plan was created, he set it into motion and lead them into Lorsette to wreak havoc on the city. As they arrived in the city, citizens had been wandering the streets, he watched as he followers fled down the streets to cause damage to the area. Screams could be heard, the smirk returned to his fast as he waited, waited for the arrival of the Terror Response Syndicate. He had hunters to kill after all. As soon as some came into view, he caught himself on fire and advanced towards them, enjoying the clash until the fight was over. The problem about being as strong as he was, it wasn’t fun unless his opponent could match him in strength. Perhaps the Terror Response Syndicate didn’t get the memo on who exactly was wreaking havoc in the city, so as soon as he saw more Terror Response Syndicate hunters, he fought them to the point of almost dying before allowing them to flee, knowing if they believed they’d escape from him they’d attempt to radio in for backup, which meant a real fight for him. As soon as it sounded like reinforcements were coming, he rounded the corner and finished them off. Oh how he loved a quick kill sometimes and to top it off, he’d get a slow one as well. He remained nearby, knowing the Terror Response Syndicate hunters would arrive there first as means of checking on their comrade. In the middle of his waiting, other Terror Response Syndicate hunters had showed up to fight him. Just as he expected as weak as the last batch, but just before he got a chance to kill them, the other Terror Response Syndicate hunters had showed up and he clashed with them. The fight had proven as exciting as he expected, having known that it would be as long as he got strong opponents to go up against. The fight ended with him almost killing them off, his own followers having to interrupt it so that they could retreat because more Terror Response Syndicate hunters were approaching. On the bright side, at least he could claim that most of the damage down on the city had been by his own hand. Healing was once more a slow process, but it didn’t change the fact that fights would come and go around his home or he would send his Dragon Flights into the city to join the other Assembly of Phantoms in causing havoc. He never saw his brother, believing him to be dead, unaware of the fact his brother was very much alive. He was seventy-six when they had gone into Lorsette. At first there were only a few Terror Response Syndicate hunters on the scene but when reinforcements arrived his brother was among them. He had mixed feelings on believing if he was happy to see his brother alive or upset that he would have to work harder in killing him. It seemed to him that if his brother had been alive this whole time, he must have been gone for the sake of healing up. It had after all, been one nasty fall. He decided in the end, believing his brother to be dead without checking for a pulse had been a huge mistake but with that leader showing up, he was happy he had chosen not to stick around. Even surprises as this could turn into a good thing because once more his target was alive for him to kill off, this time planning on having it be a slow and painful process. The fight went on for hours, neither one allowing the other to out best him. If he didn’t know any better, his brother must have taken the time to train while he was recuperating for the sake of trying to match him. The fight was proving to be a difficult one because his brother was still a dragon, had he died, there might have been an advantage against him, however since he was still alive, strength would prove a problem if he planned on killing him off. It required his followers to interrupt the fight to take their Dragon King away so that he wouldn’t die for a second time. The action made him furious, but none as much as his own brother who couldn’t outmatch all of his relatives at once. Once they were at home, they resumed some missions here and there but he rarely went out, deciding to just wait for his brother to return back to him so that they could finish their fight here. It never happened, even when he turned seventy-nine, the only visitors he got was from other Terror Response Syndicate hunters. At least he could say he was entertained by some of them, however, he was growing bored of them. When he turned eighty-two a massive amount of Terror Response Syndicate hunters had been sent towards his home. It makes sense since they were a dangerous bunch, but he wasn’t expecting the attack to kill off so many of his followers in the process. Since it had happened at his own home, he was even more eagered to remove the threat. What once had been a over seventy fellow dragons had turned into around fifty within a day. He was able to lead his followers out so that they would survive but their home had been the consequence. When the Terror Response Syndicate hunters finally left the area, he spend time with his fellow dragons to rebuild. It took only a few months and some of the other Assembly of Phantoms members had come to his own home to start healing many of the followers in his Dragon Flights. He was eighty-five when a few more of his followers in his Dragon Flights had betrayed them. Though he had once again broken into the prison block to kill them, he had been too late because they hadn’t wasted any time in informing the Terror Response Syndicate hunters who had captured them, the many secrets of the Assembly of Phantoms. Even at the age of eighty-six, he is still working hard to redeem himself after the betrayal, refusing to share anymore secrets with his members, planning on taking the remainder to his grave upon getting them. misc His soulmate is Mathis Halloran He loves to kill the innocent He died during his fight with some Terror Response Syndicate hunters He is a soldier for the Assembly of Phantoms He doesn't sing or dance | roleplayer info ☆ NAME spiritfoxxy ☆ RP EXPERIENCE unknown ☆ TIMEZONE unknown ☆ GENDER female ☆ AGE old ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS n/a ☆ FACE CLAIM FAIRY TAIL, natsu dragneel ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO SPIRITFOXXY. DO NOT STEAL. |
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