Orlonox

[Desperanza]

Name:
Orlonox

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Age:
One Hundred Twenty Six
Gender:
Male
Species:
Dragon
Nationality:
Muratian Dragon
Looks:
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The beast begins from the head with wicked, curling horns that stretch back away from his face and curve towards the back of his cranium. His face is elongated and angular, his body covered with lengthy spines and sheer armor that clings to his ebony form. His eyes are acid green mixed with black, piercing and yet seeming to glow all at once. His angular features spiral skyward with the spines that line his back before they grow a bit shorter towards the bottom and end with flaring curves to the end of his tail. He is not overly enormous and yet he is not small, either. He is sleek and his body works in extravagant ways, his spines retracting and contracting at his own will. He holds fluid, spine lined limbs with claws at the end of each paw.
At first glance he is truly a beast of the night. Uninviting and with a look that could kill. Piercing and unforgiving, his gaze is typically one to shoo others from his sanctuary and yet, his emotions change, his acid yellow-green eyes not always showing the best of emotions for he is a solitary dragon often times found on his own. He lingers within the edges of the Pungoi Swamp so he can typically be found with the poisonous liquid of the angry green waters peeling away from his scales for he is seemingly the only beast that can tolerate the poisonous, oozing waters that boil to wicked temperatures and yet the beast seems to flourish with the green liquid that drips from his spines and warms him to the core. The odorous and sickening swamp holds his home and often times he can be found among the boiling poison swimming and lingering if not among the shadows.
The creatures rather dark heart seems to match his ebony hide and when he lengthens his wings outwards, the underside can often be seen to be stained with an acid green hue which matches his own eyes, among the poisonous water that often seems to ooze from his very scales. He was not built to be ridden or to make friends and one look into his eyes will remind you of so. Typically the beast can be known to have a temper and yet other times observes without interfering. Either way the creature has developed into the surroundings of his home and just as any other dragon indeed has the ability to breath fire. When he does, however, he breaths not the typical red orange flames, but emerald greens and acid jades and yellows. The acidic colored flames charring anything in their path and yet this dragon reserves a skill all it's own developed from the creature whom holds a love for the swamp of which he lives within. He can at will release acid as well of which will eat through anything that it touches. The poison that fills the vibrant sickening acid is as it says, acid, and will kill a human within moments. It will strip the flesh from a human's bones and sizzle away a tree within minutes. The dragon reserves his own wicked skillaway within his home of Pungoi swamp making it all that much harder for anyone to dare to approach him for should anyone flare his rage, they will certainly suffer.

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As you know and with all dragons each has a human form, as does Orlonox. The man ranges around five feet and ten inches tall human form to blend easily and yet not be short. His skin is like alabaster marble, smooth and pale as the rays of the moon. His frame is lined with muscle however he is slender and reptile like. He moves with an unmatched grace and when he speaks, he speaks with a lulling tone that charms with ease. His eyes however remain at a wicked glance, matching that of his dragon form. His eyes hold that acidic green color, moving between a mossy green to the vibrant hazardous green that he holds in dragon form. Very hypnotic and dazzling his eyes remain to be one of his best features in human form and can be quite dangerous from charming women to capturing his next prey in a death stare. Along his back falls a curtain of radiant ebony hair that tends to hold a fine sheen to it that works with the rest of his body quite well. It is lengthy and falls to about his waist in length and is never cut. Typically for his wardrobe he can be found in simple black cotton pants and a black robe that is kept open to the front, exposing his bare chest. His feet are usually adorned with thick leathered and laced black boots. He carries no weapons however for he still remains as the only dragon alive that can breath both flame and acid, so he fears no human weapon and he walks with a suave confidence and a royal air that turns heads.
Personality:
This beast has found and claimed the lands of the Pungoi Swamp of which he happily welcomes as his home. He seems to thrive among the poisonous area that shies away the typical humans of Ohanzee more often then not and while this dragon lingers in solitude rarely will he wander from the area but it would be something that rather comes across as more important then the swamp itself for which he has called home.
The beast has treasures of which he has hidden away in his own private chamber at the base of the swamp itself for the beast rather appreciates the boiling and poisonous waters that border the lands of Murate. For over one hundred years he has lingered within Murate and further, the swamp itself.
His heart is cold, his eyes constantly holding a cold hearted look, not ready to allow anyone in. He hardly remembers the days of care free and child like for when he was young, he was alone. Technically he can not be counted as old just yet for he is quite young, for a dragon. Yet for his vast knowledge one can count him as older then he truly is.
The dragon hardly allows anyone to cross into his lands without paying a price and he holds rather close to himself. He enjoys watching the despair of the Muratian people, rather feeling as if over half of them deserve what they have. Yet, at times, this dragon holds the ultimate description as moody for at times he wills himself away from his poisonous home to drift closer to Ellsinora. He typically tends to travel the empty lands, those that people wander more often then not for suicide and he watches the despair of the human, seeming to be able to draw power from their depression.
While he at first would cause others to shy away, he holds an ultimate mystery within his very frame. He is unknown to nearly all, hardly a soul knowing a thing about him other then the fact that there is a dragon lingering around the Pungoi Swamp and his reputation often sends out an invitation for not being invited for he rather enjoys the thigh bones of humans as tooth picks after meals.
The spines that cover his body rather often strike fear, something that amuses him and while his skin is tough, his soul is tougher yet he yields to a mysterious and unknown tender side, even to himself. So while for the most part, people often tend to stay away from dragon’s every now and again he won’t turn them away if nothing more then for a conversation worth interest. Rarely.
Items/Pets:
Nothing but his stash of treasures of which he keeps hidden at the base of the Pungoi Swamp.
Other:
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