Post by Hyaska Sinmaru on Apr 12, 2020 10:41:14 GMT
 Hyaska Kirei Sinmaru The steady burst of snow is burning my hands General Info
Appearance In his natural form, Hyaska is a massive dragon, his long and serpentine body clad in azure scales and crested with a golden mane and golden tufts of fur along his limbs. His face bears an almost wolfen visage, with a long and broad snout and golden fur along his nose and jaw, as well as long flowing whiskers. Large and deep ochre eyes are marked by noble bushy brows, and his long tapering ears are matched by more whiskers from the base of his jaw and horns that sprout from the base of his skull, golden and straight as they taper to a sharp end. A long and scarlet tongue finds its home in a mouth lined with teeth, and he is more than capable of human speech in this form, the serpentine nature of his long body also allowed his front limbs to serve as arms and great taloned hands in addition to helping him find purchase when needed, his hind legs buried behind a great coiled body and followed by a long and tapering tail that ends in a golden tuft. In human form, there is still a marked nobleness and dignity Hyaska seems to inherently carry. His hair is a silken jet black, it's medium length tied back with a golden ribbon. His features are sharp and elegant, with dark brown eyes slanted under stern and sharp brows, and a trimmed imperial beard framing thin and often pensive or frowning lips. Bronzed skin is well cared for and sun-kissed, showing a strong and supple physique that his loose dress compliments, loose sleeves and billowing hakama allowing freedom of movement while tabis allow for strong traction and precise footwork, though often he dresses with one sleeve cut away entirely in a diagonal across his chest, revealing a grey and blue tattoo of a dragon, a depiction of his other form perhaps, twining about his arm from its tail curled across one breast to its maw circling his wrist amidst stormclouds and lightning. When tired or stressed, the distinction between Hyaska's forms can waver however, and his human one will slip and bear more resemblance towards his dragon self, in varying degrees, usually beginning simply with his hair growing out like his main, to his horns and tail showing and scales beginning to overlap skin. Talons come next, and joints begin to shift, though usually by then he abandons trying to retain human form at all. Personality Hyaska once was a god in his own right, though he never went by any other title then that of Dragon, the two were synonymous where he came from. He retains still some of that mindset, seemingly detached and distant most times from even those he speaks with, and holding an air of authority, nay, a presence to him that seems to speak of this power. It can come off as arrogance at times, but it is not meant as such, and Hyaska took his role as a deity as a duty, not a luxury. His mannerisms betray this, he works efficiently and is honest and direct, though it would be a grave mistake to think him simple for this. He holds a certain naivety and lack of understanding at times of more mortal and human things, but he is no fool, simply a different creature from most around him. Under most issues of duress he is unshakable and unmovable, remaining calm and collected, and his eyes are keen, hiding an intelligent mind that has seen hundreds of thousands of years pass. Yet Hyaska can no longer think of himself as a god. Even before he found himself upon this world, weak and feeble, like a child reborn, even before he found much of his power diminished and his surroundings strange and alien, he lost a part of himself. Now he remains lost, unable to really process the gravity of a new world and lost instead in his own turmoil. Somber and serious, he doesn't laugh much, or smile, and seems always partially to be elsewhere, even when intently focused on a task. He grieves, and in his grieving, he is lonely and misplaced, holding a weight against himself and letting this weight distance him from trying or caring much to grow close to others, drifting instead like a hermit, independent and separate, an island to himself. He doesn't shy from offering aide where it is needed, using work as a temporary sense of purpose and more than willing to aide humbler beings than himself, but he finds it hard to understand others, or form relationships, and he seems to hold a grudge against himself that he cannot forgive, preferring solitude when there is nothing of importance needed, though his patience will always hear those who decide to seek him out anyways, seeking perhaps, the comfort of another being in his isolation. History Once there was two great dragons who ruled as lords over a vast land. One ruled over the north wind, and the other over the south, brothers with the power to control the very heavens, they watched over their people as powerful and benevolent deities. Yet always they bickered over who was stronger and who was a better ruler. Quarrels and sibling rivalry turned to fighting, words turned to teeth and claws, and one day, one of them struck the other down to earth. He was victorious, but as years passed and turned to centuries, triumph turned to bitterness and sorrow. Without his brother, he was lost. He was nothing. The dragon was alone, with nothing but his grief and the wounds his own actions had brought about. When he wept, the land wept with him. His sorrow was mighty and vast, hiding away the sun and moon for many long generations, the sky becoming grey and perpetually cloudy, his tears creating tempest storms. He turned away from the people he ruled, and turned away from everything he had once held to, wandering and aimless, deaf and buried in his own thoughts. When one day the glimmer of a lake would catch the great dragon's eye, he would land beside it, taking a long moment to watch his own reflection, gazing upon the being who had struck down his only family and closest companion. Closing his eyes at last, he had bent his great neck down to touch his snout to the water. The reflection broke, and the dragon would vanish from his world, waking from a deep slumber on strange shores amidst strange human-like beings. Abilities Human Visage: Hyaska retains his ability to change his great scaled form to that of human likeness, taking to a human form he had chosen many centuries ago, and finding it still comfortable and simple enough to assume to better interact and fit in with the land form of the merfolk and several of the other Otherworlders. When he can't focus or is weary it becomes harder to hold this shape, but otherwise he can maintain this shape even during complex tasks or whilst engaged in combat. | ooc info  ☆ NAME Saint Judas ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS None yet ☆ FACE CLAIM OVERWATCH Hanzo Shimada |
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