Murth

[Murth]

MURTH
DO YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE,

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»» There's a meat market down the street
The boys and girls watch each other eat
The boys and the girls watch each other eat
When they really just wanna watch each other
Sleep

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----»» YOUR NAME: Amanda!
----»» AGE: Twenty-one
----»» GENDER: Female
----»» CONTACT INFORMATION: PM or iChat (derpasnaurus rex)
----»» HOW YOU FOUND US: I was advertising for my site, and came across your advert.
----»» ANYTHING ELSE?: I've been roleplaying since I was in eighth grade. Soooo for. Eight years.
----»» RP SAMPLE:
It was only her first year of being an Auror, and already this was happening. She wasn't technically on duty or anything, so Hermione Granger was dressed in her familiar Muggle clothing, rather than in her more witchy Auror robes, which obviously made her a more tempting target. So that, she could imagine, was why a small pack of rough-looking young men had approached her.

"Oi, luv," they had called, creeping closer, their heads lowered and shoulders forward. "What's a pretty fink like you doin' all by your onesies?" When Hermione's rebellious eyes had shot brightly hot and challenging, their wands had come out. "No need for that, now, luv," the leader, a frighteningly sturdy gentleman who towered over Hermione's small frame, said currently. "We ain't gonna hurt ya," he announced, not soothing the witch's nerves. It was too far from the Ministry for any of her colleagues to assist, and Disapparating wasn't really an option. "You've got a little somefink for us, donchya, luv?"

Hermione's eyebrows shot up, then knit together as her jaw clamped tight. "I am positive that I haven't got anything that you'd be interested in, so shove off and get out of my way," she warned. She was drawing herself up, eyes darting among their faces, looking for any signs that they would do something foolish. Instead, they softened briefly, and began to laugh.

"Shove off, she says," one repeated, clearly taking pleasure in her rebellious tone. In a flash, Hermione drew her wand and had it pointed dead in the leader's face. "Lookit this, lads! Alright, luv, just pass along some money, and we'll let you get home to your mum." That grin never left the pack leader's face. It reminded her too much of Ron's smug looks back in Hogwarts to just let him get away with it. She retreated half a step before the other two were pointing their wands at her again. The biggest one was her main concern. He controlled the other two, so it was crucial that he be put in his place. He began to move, but Hermione hadn't lost her reflexes.

"Expelliarmus!" she shouted, and his wand went flying. The other two began to react. "Petrificus totalis!" The one to the left fell to his face as his limbs snapped together against his body. The third hesitated, his wand faltering. Hermione stared him down, but kept her wand at the ready. The codes and regulations for dealing with regular street thugs passed through her head, but she decided that she really didn't have the patience for doing such things for such a trivial encounter. They had clearly failed in their task, so she needn't rub salt in their wounds. Instead, she turned on her heel and began walking the way she had come from, trusting her would-be attackers to deal with their Body-Bound friend. Because of this slight bout of laziness, Hermione didn't see as the leader of the pack snatched the third man's wand and aimed it right at her back.

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COME ON BABY, COME ON DARLING,

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----»» FULL NAME: Murth (pronounced MOREth) / Moshe (as a human; he doesn't really have a surname, so he doesn't give it out)
----»» NICKNAMES: Mur (pronounced More), idk what else!
----»» GENDER: Male
----»» SPECIES: Dragon
----»» AGE: Twenty-one
----»» CLAN: Yes. The dragon one!
----»» RANK: Apprentice
----»» LOCATION: Permanently the forest, but he wanders

OH COME ON ANGEL, COME ON,

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----»» LIKES:

• Fishing
  
• Flying
  
• Sunning
  
• Companionship
  
• Swimming
  
• Grooming!
  
• Butterflies
  
• Bumblebees
  
• Stormy weather
  
• Clouds at twilight

----»» DISLIKES:

• Taking on a human appearance
  
• Being dirty
  
• Being alone for too long
  
• Being woken up from naps
  
• All the laws and rules and whatever that he has to learn. So banal.

----»» BAD HABITS:
Murth is constantly grooming himself. He can't stand to be dirty. He also likes to forget his responsibilities and lay out in a sunbeam and nap.
----»» STRENGTHS:
Fast runner, strong flier, willing to fight for what's right, loyal to those who have proven themselves
----»» WEAKNESSES:
Snarky, lazy, difficult to pin down, doesn't take initiative

UNAWARE, I'M TEARING YOU ASUNDER,

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----»» EYES: Wide, curious, and a gentle golden-green. They're shaped not unlike a deer's, and surrounded with the same lighter, almond-shaped colorization.
----»» BODY TYPE: Long and lean, muscled lankily, like a cat. His shoulders are powerful for prolonged flight, and his wings tuck in tightly against his body so that he can swim and run swiftly.
----»» HEIGHT: Murth is only eight feet at the shoulder, and ten feet long from nose to the tip of his tail.
----»» APPEARANCE OVERALL:
Murth is a pretty dragon. He looks delicate, though his muscles are powerful. His body is built like a greyhound, with a thick chest and long, slender legs. His lungs are large to provide his body with all the oxygen it needs at high altitudes or for prolonged sprinting. His skin is a soft, shimmery pale blue, coated with large, very light orange spots. It feels like doe hide leather to the touch, and resonates with a comforting warmth all over; he metabolizes quickly, keeping his body temperature at a steady hundred and fifteen degrees at rest -- that's when he hasn't been producing fire in his belly. His wings are wide and powerful for easy flight, with gentle tears in the membranes from use and damage from fights. The membranes are the same leathery blue as the rest of his skin, made tougher with years of flight. His feet are padded like a cat's, with longer toes for gripping prey, or grabbing onto rocks or trees for climbing; his claws are not fully retractable, but he is capable of extending them further to aid him in these tasks. His toes are also webbed to help him swim more efficiently. Murth doesn't have opposable thumbs, but he does have dewclaws on all four of his feet. His teeth are long and powerful, and peg him as an omnivore. He has long, wicked tearing teeth, but also flatter molars for grinding and chewing. His muzzle is medium-length and rather thick, and his head long. He has two long whiskers that hang from his nose, just below and behind his nostrils, to the base of his neck. They seem to move of their own accord, always swiveling through the air and testing the atmosphere. He doesn't have ears to speak of, but two small fins just where they should be that act as "ears"; they pick up soundwaves like transmitters and relay them to his brain where they are translated. It's like his eardrums are on the outside, more or less. He is able to speak in his dragon form, though his words often sound accented or strange, because of the size of his tongue, which is broad, thin, and gently forked at the end.

As a human, Moshe is of average height, but long, lean build. He has a strong jaw, long fingers, and a broad chest. He looks like he could be a runner; his eyes are the same golden-green as Murth's, and his hair is a shaggy, rich brown that falls into his full eyebrows. He has a light, curious face, almost always sporting an amused, cocky grin; his skin is pale, and in some lights almost looks a little blue. But only for a second.

YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT ME,

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----»» FULL HISTORY:
I don't really know the history of the setting, so I'll just leave this blank for now. D:
----»» PERSONALITY:
Murth is a lazy kind of creature. He doesn't take a whole lot of personal responsibility for having to get things done, which is why he'll never really amount to any kind of leadership role. He would rather chase bumblebees and go sunning on the edge of a lake than actually getting up and doing something productive. That's just silly. Though he's very independent on the outside, and seems to loathe group activities, he's really very needy when it comes to other dragons being around. Still, he knows when it's time to get away from that butterfly he's been watching in the woods and to actually get moving to help out. He might put on a show of being reluctant, but he'll show up. Eventually. He's also a snarky bastard; he shoots out insults and sarcastic remarks like it's his job. One of his least favorite things is to shift into a human form. It's too small, and too cramped. He's not a fan of having to walk on two legs all the time, but he does like being able to pick things up with his thumbs.

BE RUNNING UP THAT ROAD,

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