Post by Coridan Queen on Apr 6, 2014 11:32:07 GMT -8
CORIDAN AMYCUS QUEEN
"All loose things seem to drift down to the sea, and so did I.
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- Louis L'Amour
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- Louis L'Amour
You want to know 'bout me?
* Full Name: Coridan Amycus Queen
* Age: 25
* Gender: Male
* Species: Siren
* Olympian Parent: N/A
* Sexuality: Panromantic Demisexual
* What region would you like to live in? Eryxian
Well, I think I'm Sexy.
* Eyes: Green
* Hair: Dark brown. Its exact amount of curliness depends on a mixture of the humidity and how much time he spends trying to make it not curly.
* Birthmark: None
* Distinguishing Features: Some signs of his gills on both his neck and chest, however when they're sealed they're slightly difficult to see unless you know what you’re looking for. If not, they look like dark, slightly off-color bruising. When unsealed, they look pink and fleshy (probably because they are fleshy).
* Play By: Frederico Lima
* Personality: Coridan is somewhat atypical for a siren; he’s never been too fond of the enchanting people to their deaths thing, which has prompted some to call him soft. And he’d agree, more often than not. He hates seeing stray animals (even if he is allergic to almost all of them) and is known for leaving a bowl of dog food and water outside his front porch for any wandering animals. He’s often seen volunteering at different food kitchens and the like, since he thinks this is slightly better than just giving homeless people a handful of assorted coins. He’s been interested in using his abilities to help stop jumpers, but so far he hasn’t tried that. As much as he hates using his voice (and he does, very much so), he does still have some instincts telling him to do so, and he tries not to tempt fate or bad luck. He enjoys helping people, at any rate, and generally at least cares for the wellbeing and feelings of most people.
He’s also fairly passionate, which he thinks of as a trait from the sea. On one hand, his passion gives him the drive to do what he wants to do and likes doing, and because of that he’s rarely seen sitting still for long periods of time and can be extremely impatient. On the other, it also gives way to his stubbornness; he’s stubborn, and isn’t afraid to make that abundantly clear, especially when it comes to thinks he believes in. He rarely just budges in an argument, and has been known to be unnecessarily mean when he gets tired with an argument or feels like no one’s listening to him. He regrets this later, but regret doesn’t take words back.
The Rest Might Be A Blur.
* What do you look for in a spouse? Coridan hasn’t really thought about it, mostly because he could care less when the Seer matches him with someone (and who, for that manner), but he really only hopes for someone as compassionate as himself. And someone he can stand being in a room more than five minutes with.
* Likes: Water (specifically salt water), animals (however he is allergic), helping people, knitting, cooking
* Dislikes: Cruel people, storms (lightning frightens him), hunting, bigotry
* What color hair and eyes would you prefer? He has no preference, as he really doesn’t experience attraction.
* Turn-ons and offs:
Turn-ons: extremely close emotional bonds, understands and accepts his sexuality, optimism
Turn-offs: rudeness, cruelty, ability and willingness to harm others
The Rest Might Be A Blur.
Turn-ons: extremely close emotional bonds, understands and accepts his sexuality, optimism
Turn-offs: rudeness, cruelty, ability and willingness to harm others
The Rest Might Be A Blur.
* Family:
Mother – Delia Queen (deceased)
Father – Kratos Queen
Step-Mother – Rhea Queen (formerly Rhea Knight)
Step-Sister – Zoe Knight
* Abilities:
The singing voice - Siren's singing voice isn't what kills sailors, it's the environment. Their voice only enchants someone and makes their primary goal to get to the siren and, often in that enchantment, they forget swimming is a thing and water drowns people. This enchantment isn't overly strong and can be broken, especially if you happen to know the person singing is a siren, but it can cause some problems if someone is caught unaware. Generally speaking, sirens have some instinct to sing and attract prey, however it doesn't really accomplish the goal of killing prey unless there's something in the environment that will kill someone. The voice doesn't tell victims what to do, it just makes them want to be physically near the siren.
Water breathing - Sirens, as originally aquatic beings, have gills and thus can breathe underwater. These gills don't go away, only seal up once out of water, and are sensitive points on their body. Harsh chemicals, especially pool chemicals, also bother gills. Once the gills have been damaged to a certain point they no longer work, and any wound to the gills is extremely painful. Usually I give sirens two sets: one on their neck, the primary gills, and another set on their torso that's really only used for extreme deep-sea diving or areas in which there is less oxygen.
* Pets: Has a few betta fish.
* Anything Else: He’s allergic to most animals, isn’t too fond of children, and is vegetarian. He's also been told once or twice that he has a fairly pleasing voice.
* History: Because his mother had died in complications that arose during childbirth, Coridan grew up with his father. It was a fun childhood, even if it was filled with mistakes; Kratos Queen had been an only child, and thus his first was a large learning experience for him. In any case, they have a lot of interesting stories of things they had done and gotten into. His father went back to work when he went into school; Coridan didn’t overly care for school, but he dealt with it and with the frustration of being a slower learner than most other students in his class. His father tried to be supportive, but there was little that he could actually do to help.
So school continued and Coridan grew up. When he was thirteen, his father introduced Rhea Knight and her daughter to his son. The two children didn’t get along at first, because they were too different, but by the time Kratos and Rhea got married two years later, Zoe and Coridan were at least tolerating each other. Their relationship got better as they got older, and by the time they got out of school they were good friends, even if they still did disagree. She went to further her education, and Coridan managed to get a job.
Since then, he’s followed the near same schedule. Work, volunteering, sleep. Sometimes he visits his father and step-mother, but he doesn’t too often; they prefer their privacy, especially since they’re older, and even if they are willing to make an exception for their children he can see it tires them. He sees Zoe quite a bit, and it’s not uncommon for her to be sleeping on his couch. He’s asked her, previously, if she wants to move in with him, but she’s always declined, and he hasn’t really pushed the issue since he knows that, while she likes being around him, that she prefers her independence more. He’s happy with this admittedly quiet and uneventful lifestyle.
Time to see, the real me.
* Name: Saturn
* Age: 18
* Where did you hear about us?: Proboards Support
* Rp Sample:
(It's pretty long, sorry.)
The summons to the Earth Kingdom had been a curious thing, filled with disbelief from the generals and a cold calculation in his father's eyes. Ardor hadn't understood what for, though he had a guess; he was hoping the neutral kingdom, the kingdom that dominated the middle of the continent and was a terrific strategic point, had decided to join with their cause. Later the Crown Prince of the Fire Kingdom had looked at the missive and hadn't seen anything to bolster such hope, but he was still young and optimistic and hadn't been to war, like so many of his kin and people. His older brother had died along those lines, years ago, and now that he was the only prince he wasn't allowed anywhere near the battles. The stories did him enough good to know why he didn't want to be on the lines, regardless of where he was in line to the throne.
For the first time in years, the Fire royal family had shed their armor and had ventured out of their capital, the city inside the largest volcano known to man, inactive and safe for centuries. They traveled through their deserts, the red sand moving and changing around them, and the entire time he sat with his sister, both not putting the effort to dress completely, lounging while he told her stories and listening how she told him what she was learning and how excited she felt with her eleventh birthday coming up, even close to bragging, though his own eleventh year had been ten years ago. He listened, a smile on his face as his sister had cuddled into his side, sleepily telling him how she wished that it was proper for ladies to get dragons upon their eleventh year, just like it was for princes and lords and dragontamers. And that was when he would call Flagro in from flying in the sun and sand all day and the dragon, as majestic he was, would curl up with the little girl and keep her warm from the chill of desert nights.
It took them a week to navigate the sand and to find the border to the Earth Kingdom; it was not hard as the soil got wetter and the plants got greener and there was life. He and his sister both had climbed onto the top of their caravan, heedless of the warnings of their guards, and sat atop it, laughing at the actually refreshing breezes and how Flagro took moments to investigate the trees and the grass. Ardor felt like a child again, discovering the unknown, though he was for he had never been outside the borders of his own kingdom before, too worried his parents were about the war. Their fun at this, however, was ruined when their mother saw them and with a playful tug on one of her locks of hair, they both climbed inside. Another two days to get to the Earth Palace and they were ushered to rooms, mostly on the upper floors, and told they were the first to arrive.
He took the chance to explore, to experience all he could. He ran in the grass and dirt and would have interacted with one of the warhorses the Earth Kingdom was known for had the thing not threatened to bite him. It was beautiful, he supposed, though it was neither home nor warm enough for him; he took to wearing his winter's finest and a cloak which should have, technically, been with his armor, but he didn't care enough. It was their third day at the Palace when another caravan came, though he could not tell the colors on it, and he was on a balcony overlooking the plains when he heard the heavy steps of one of the Earth guards. Flagro, hearing it before him, turned and looked to the door, snarling once he saw the figure. The dragon, while not big -- physically, perhaps the size of a tiger, though having something far closer to the slim build of a cheetah -- was apprently intimidating enough that the guard stayed close to the entrance and quickly delivered his message before leaving. The black and blue scaled dragon growled the entire time and seemed extremely satisfied when the guard was finally 'scared off'.
The prince just gave the dragon a look. "Just because you can growl doesn't mean you should," he scolded, though the dragon looked proud of himself. Ardor led the way to his room, changing into the more formal and ceremonial of his clothing and took a moment to look at himself. Seeing himself in red and black always caused to think of his brother, back when he was young and watching the firstborn son getting ready for things he needed to do as heir. They looked alike, he supposed; his brother had preferred shorter hair, but both theirs was light and thin and the bright red color that most of their family had and they both took after their father, sporting the old man's sharp jaw and cheekbones. They had their mother's frame; tall and lanky and able to hide a surprising amount of muscle, though both their shoulders were broader than hers.
It was odd, comparing himself to his brother. He hardly did it unless he was dressing up to act the part of heir and it was in those times he wished he had been as good as his brother was in many things. The man wasn't here anymore, however, and after running a hand through his shoulder lengthed hair and purposely putting his crown on crooked, left the room, dragon at his heels.
His boots made noise on the tile and his cloak clattered, mostly because of the dragon scale shaped armor pieces scattered on it, and it took him roughly ten minutes to get from his room to the throne room, most of the time spent climbing up and down stairs. A guard outside one of the doors told him this was his entrance, and while he was confused on the matter of why it mattered where he entered, he followed the man's instructions anyway and entered the hall, making his way towards his family when he noticed them. His mother was clutching his sister, pale faced under the permanent tan all his people had, looking to the other side of the room in a mixture of anger and fear. His father stood a few feet away, tense and proud, glaring defiance up at the Earth monarchs.
With a raised brow, Ardor stopped and looked to the other side of the room. He didn't recognize the people, but he definitely did recognize their colors, though he'd never seen them before. The rival Kingdom. He felt himself paling, slightly, looking at the murderers of his uncles and aunts and brother, and he could feel his own father's defiance enter his eyes.
And this time, when the dragon beside him began growling, the prince did absolutely nothing to stop him.
The summons to the Earth Kingdom had been a curious thing, filled with disbelief from the generals and a cold calculation in his father's eyes. Ardor hadn't understood what for, though he had a guess; he was hoping the neutral kingdom, the kingdom that dominated the middle of the continent and was a terrific strategic point, had decided to join with their cause. Later the Crown Prince of the Fire Kingdom had looked at the missive and hadn't seen anything to bolster such hope, but he was still young and optimistic and hadn't been to war, like so many of his kin and people. His older brother had died along those lines, years ago, and now that he was the only prince he wasn't allowed anywhere near the battles. The stories did him enough good to know why he didn't want to be on the lines, regardless of where he was in line to the throne.
For the first time in years, the Fire royal family had shed their armor and had ventured out of their capital, the city inside the largest volcano known to man, inactive and safe for centuries. They traveled through their deserts, the red sand moving and changing around them, and the entire time he sat with his sister, both not putting the effort to dress completely, lounging while he told her stories and listening how she told him what she was learning and how excited she felt with her eleventh birthday coming up, even close to bragging, though his own eleventh year had been ten years ago. He listened, a smile on his face as his sister had cuddled into his side, sleepily telling him how she wished that it was proper for ladies to get dragons upon their eleventh year, just like it was for princes and lords and dragontamers. And that was when he would call Flagro in from flying in the sun and sand all day and the dragon, as majestic he was, would curl up with the little girl and keep her warm from the chill of desert nights.
It took them a week to navigate the sand and to find the border to the Earth Kingdom; it was not hard as the soil got wetter and the plants got greener and there was life. He and his sister both had climbed onto the top of their caravan, heedless of the warnings of their guards, and sat atop it, laughing at the actually refreshing breezes and how Flagro took moments to investigate the trees and the grass. Ardor felt like a child again, discovering the unknown, though he was for he had never been outside the borders of his own kingdom before, too worried his parents were about the war. Their fun at this, however, was ruined when their mother saw them and with a playful tug on one of her locks of hair, they both climbed inside. Another two days to get to the Earth Palace and they were ushered to rooms, mostly on the upper floors, and told they were the first to arrive.
He took the chance to explore, to experience all he could. He ran in the grass and dirt and would have interacted with one of the warhorses the Earth Kingdom was known for had the thing not threatened to bite him. It was beautiful, he supposed, though it was neither home nor warm enough for him; he took to wearing his winter's finest and a cloak which should have, technically, been with his armor, but he didn't care enough. It was their third day at the Palace when another caravan came, though he could not tell the colors on it, and he was on a balcony overlooking the plains when he heard the heavy steps of one of the Earth guards. Flagro, hearing it before him, turned and looked to the door, snarling once he saw the figure. The dragon, while not big -- physically, perhaps the size of a tiger, though having something far closer to the slim build of a cheetah -- was apprently intimidating enough that the guard stayed close to the entrance and quickly delivered his message before leaving. The black and blue scaled dragon growled the entire time and seemed extremely satisfied when the guard was finally 'scared off'.
The prince just gave the dragon a look. "Just because you can growl doesn't mean you should," he scolded, though the dragon looked proud of himself. Ardor led the way to his room, changing into the more formal and ceremonial of his clothing and took a moment to look at himself. Seeing himself in red and black always caused to think of his brother, back when he was young and watching the firstborn son getting ready for things he needed to do as heir. They looked alike, he supposed; his brother had preferred shorter hair, but both theirs was light and thin and the bright red color that most of their family had and they both took after their father, sporting the old man's sharp jaw and cheekbones. They had their mother's frame; tall and lanky and able to hide a surprising amount of muscle, though both their shoulders were broader than hers.
It was odd, comparing himself to his brother. He hardly did it unless he was dressing up to act the part of heir and it was in those times he wished he had been as good as his brother was in many things. The man wasn't here anymore, however, and after running a hand through his shoulder lengthed hair and purposely putting his crown on crooked, left the room, dragon at his heels.
His boots made noise on the tile and his cloak clattered, mostly because of the dragon scale shaped armor pieces scattered on it, and it took him roughly ten minutes to get from his room to the throne room, most of the time spent climbing up and down stairs. A guard outside one of the doors told him this was his entrance, and while he was confused on the matter of why it mattered where he entered, he followed the man's instructions anyway and entered the hall, making his way towards his family when he noticed them. His mother was clutching his sister, pale faced under the permanent tan all his people had, looking to the other side of the room in a mixture of anger and fear. His father stood a few feet away, tense and proud, glaring defiance up at the Earth monarchs.
With a raised brow, Ardor stopped and looked to the other side of the room. He didn't recognize the people, but he definitely did recognize their colors, though he'd never seen them before. The rival Kingdom. He felt himself paling, slightly, looking at the murderers of his uncles and aunts and brother, and he could feel his own father's defiance enter his eyes.
And this time, when the dragon beside him began growling, the prince did absolutely nothing to stop him.
The credits YO!.
This was all made by Cvdude86, You steal, I will hunt you down, and fucking beat you to the ground.
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