Post by Deleted on May 25, 2015 9:48:57 GMT
[googlefont="Patrick Hand SC"]
Stryker Fenier
Basic Information
Nicknames: ... Hell No
Age: 93
Birthday: 13 September 1922
Gender: Male
Orientation: Hetero
Hometown: Romania
Job: Refer to the Job list!
Species: Mountain Dragon, controls the fire element
Face Claim: Erasmo Viana
Recent Character: @loren
Age: 93
Birthday: 13 September 1922
Gender: Male
Orientation: Hetero
Hometown: Romania
Job: Refer to the Job list!
Species: Mountain Dragon, controls the fire element
Face Claim: Erasmo Viana
Recent Character: @loren
Essential Information
Appearance: Stryker is built from head to toe, he despises those who let their body go and would never live to see himself become physically weak. He stands at 6'1 smaller than his brother which was an ongoing point of annoyance in his youth. But has since come to terms with it and his inability to reshape his human form. His over all build is slightly imposing, from his broad shoulders, sculpted physic and built arms and legs that tie in with his cheek bones, long face and grey eyes that scream dominance.
A naturally tanned complexion that sets off his dark brown hair. Often sporting some kind of facial hair that only accentuates his over all dark and brooding look. He has multiple tattoos and scars that litter his body. The most prominent of tattoos is a long coloured in dragon that covers the majority of his lower arm. Running up from his lower back and wrapping up under his ribs is a thick scar the result of his feeble human reactions as a teenager. A slightly crooked nose from multiple nose breaks over the years.
Personality:
He has always been consumed by one emotion or another, to say he was a driven character would be to greatly underestimate the lengths he would go. There has never been a day when he has not been working towards something, pushed forward by the single need to be greater than. He is selfish, lacking all forms of compassion for any living being. Highly intelligent and a master manipulator with no moral grounds to hold him back. He gets what he wants from any available means and is patient enough to wait anything out.
His vindictive nature gives his life the only structure it knows, without it he would be nothing. He has a curious relationship with life, on one hand he laps up everything it has to offer. The perfect playboy in every sense of the word. In the other hand he has zero respect for it and everything within it. His one weakness is alcohol, he loses control of his finally shaped mind when he gets drunk. Feeling if only for the fleetingness of moments what he supposes mortals feel on a day to day basis. Something that one could compare to a conscious of sorts. His one fear is that the alcohol simply brings forward what is already within him, something that if he is not careful could take over.
The only thing you need to understand about Stryker is that everything he does and every word out of his mouth is to achieve a goal, a goal that serves his purpose. He thinks himself more intelligent than you, stronger than you and capable of bringing about your worst nightmares. He can not be bought, convinced or bargained with.
History:
He was the second born and the middle child to Mikhal Fenier and Sevannah Fenier. Parents who for their kind were relatively young at 100 years old. Their first born child, his brother Raknar did not prepare them for what would come. Stryker was different from the moment he was born, a baby that would scream when held and would cry endlessly till he was put down and left alone. Unbeknown to his family the only one who could settle him was his brother. But by the time he was old enough to speak, to ask for the one family member he related to he no longer felt the same warmth. He took a great interest in his family roots, in their royalty and their way of life, choosing to spend more time as his dragon self than in his human form. He was fascinated with fire and his control over it, his youth and teenage years were spent attempting to master it. An obsession that has continued for almost a century.
It wasn't long before his love of his ancestry and who he was turned against him. He began to loathe who he was and what he was, refusing to be anything but his human self. Immersing himself in the human life, refusing to return home. Blaming who he was and how he felt on that side of himself, it was an internal struggle that lasted almost fifty years. No one understood, no one could possibly understand. His attempts at rejection, rejecting the negative, the loathing and the driven side of who he was that hungered for revenge, for power went unnoticed. His attitude was put down to rebellion. It was a futile attempt on his behalf no one can deny their truth self or their true nature for long. His personality became warped and by the time his sister was born he was everything he had attempted to run from and more.
Leaving behind his human self for the first time in thirty years he went to pay a visit to his family. Everything he had denied himself came back in a rush, stronger and more unpredictable that he could have ever imagined. It was intoxicating, better than anything he had experienced so far. Every emotion, every thought or feeling was magnified. This was a life he had never been shown, power he was not taught to control. It ran freely through him, with no attempt to reign it in he instead turned his focus on his parents and their position of power. No longer would his kind have to suffer like he had. He had things to show them, a way of life that till now they had been denied. Under his rule they would no longer need to hide. He was not the only one to think like this and he found others, others who meant nothing to him but a means to an end. It was time, time to confront his family, over throw them in a public showing. Unrest amongst the dragons had been growing almost to the limit of his control. He had shown them what many would consider the dark side of their birth right. They in turn were eager to embrace it, he could wait no longer.
He came across his new sister first, laying there quietly beside Raknar. His brother was staring down at her in a way he had perhaps always longed for. One could justify that having spent so long rejecting himself Stryker simply didn't want someone else to suffer his own fate. That in his own way he was doing her a kindness. But reality was much simpler than that, it was jealousy magnified to a level he had never experienced before that drove him forward. That forced his fingers around her. In a heartbeat he had been there not a hint of hesitation. Then he was not, the world changed that day. What little empathy or compassion he had left in him for his brother or anything disappeared for good. He was the weaker sibling then and he never would be again. Never again would he reject who he was or deny himself anything. The mess he had left behind in the last century was nothing compared to the chaos the next one would bring. He had found a new focus.
A naturally tanned complexion that sets off his dark brown hair. Often sporting some kind of facial hair that only accentuates his over all dark and brooding look. He has multiple tattoos and scars that litter his body. The most prominent of tattoos is a long coloured in dragon that covers the majority of his lower arm. Running up from his lower back and wrapping up under his ribs is a thick scar the result of his feeble human reactions as a teenager. A slightly crooked nose from multiple nose breaks over the years.
Personality:
He has always been consumed by one emotion or another, to say he was a driven character would be to greatly underestimate the lengths he would go. There has never been a day when he has not been working towards something, pushed forward by the single need to be greater than. He is selfish, lacking all forms of compassion for any living being. Highly intelligent and a master manipulator with no moral grounds to hold him back. He gets what he wants from any available means and is patient enough to wait anything out.
His vindictive nature gives his life the only structure it knows, without it he would be nothing. He has a curious relationship with life, on one hand he laps up everything it has to offer. The perfect playboy in every sense of the word. In the other hand he has zero respect for it and everything within it. His one weakness is alcohol, he loses control of his finally shaped mind when he gets drunk. Feeling if only for the fleetingness of moments what he supposes mortals feel on a day to day basis. Something that one could compare to a conscious of sorts. His one fear is that the alcohol simply brings forward what is already within him, something that if he is not careful could take over.
The only thing you need to understand about Stryker is that everything he does and every word out of his mouth is to achieve a goal, a goal that serves his purpose. He thinks himself more intelligent than you, stronger than you and capable of bringing about your worst nightmares. He can not be bought, convinced or bargained with.
History:
He was the second born and the middle child to Mikhal Fenier and Sevannah Fenier. Parents who for their kind were relatively young at 100 years old. Their first born child, his brother Raknar did not prepare them for what would come. Stryker was different from the moment he was born, a baby that would scream when held and would cry endlessly till he was put down and left alone. Unbeknown to his family the only one who could settle him was his brother. But by the time he was old enough to speak, to ask for the one family member he related to he no longer felt the same warmth. He took a great interest in his family roots, in their royalty and their way of life, choosing to spend more time as his dragon self than in his human form. He was fascinated with fire and his control over it, his youth and teenage years were spent attempting to master it. An obsession that has continued for almost a century.
It wasn't long before his love of his ancestry and who he was turned against him. He began to loathe who he was and what he was, refusing to be anything but his human self. Immersing himself in the human life, refusing to return home. Blaming who he was and how he felt on that side of himself, it was an internal struggle that lasted almost fifty years. No one understood, no one could possibly understand. His attempts at rejection, rejecting the negative, the loathing and the driven side of who he was that hungered for revenge, for power went unnoticed. His attitude was put down to rebellion. It was a futile attempt on his behalf no one can deny their truth self or their true nature for long. His personality became warped and by the time his sister was born he was everything he had attempted to run from and more.
Leaving behind his human self for the first time in thirty years he went to pay a visit to his family. Everything he had denied himself came back in a rush, stronger and more unpredictable that he could have ever imagined. It was intoxicating, better than anything he had experienced so far. Every emotion, every thought or feeling was magnified. This was a life he had never been shown, power he was not taught to control. It ran freely through him, with no attempt to reign it in he instead turned his focus on his parents and their position of power. No longer would his kind have to suffer like he had. He had things to show them, a way of life that till now they had been denied. Under his rule they would no longer need to hide. He was not the only one to think like this and he found others, others who meant nothing to him but a means to an end. It was time, time to confront his family, over throw them in a public showing. Unrest amongst the dragons had been growing almost to the limit of his control. He had shown them what many would consider the dark side of their birth right. They in turn were eager to embrace it, he could wait no longer.
He came across his new sister first, laying there quietly beside Raknar. His brother was staring down at her in a way he had perhaps always longed for. One could justify that having spent so long rejecting himself Stryker simply didn't want someone else to suffer his own fate. That in his own way he was doing her a kindness. But reality was much simpler than that, it was jealousy magnified to a level he had never experienced before that drove him forward. That forced his fingers around her. In a heartbeat he had been there not a hint of hesitation. Then he was not, the world changed that day. What little empathy or compassion he had left in him for his brother or anything disappeared for good. He was the weaker sibling then and he never would be again. Never again would he reject who he was or deny himself anything. The mess he had left behind in the last century was nothing compared to the chaos the next one would bring. He had found a new focus.
Pets
Name: Crazy Eyes
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: Two
Coat: Black based Grey
Height: 17hh
Gender: Stallion
Discipline Racing
Event: Racing
Place Form Here
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: Two
Coat: Black based Grey
Height: 17hh
Gender: Stallion
Discipline Racing
Event: Racing
Place Form Here
Made by Riley at THQ!
