Post by Griffin on Jul 30, 2013 23:34:11 GMT
Name: The Griffin
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Hero or Villain?: Villain
Canon or OC?: Canon
Personality: Despite his bestial appearance, the Griffin is a highly intelligent example of his race. He is a real yesman, having a natural obedience that he was raised with. He is also more than willing to do anything underhanded. However, he has one failing as an evil beast. He is considered too polite by the typical evil warlord. He also can come across as rather sophisticated, if his voice wasn’t so raspy. He does have his own agenda, however, and can hold grudges for a long time. Make him into a disappointment, and he will hunt you down.
Appearance: The Griffin is a large beast standing taller than a human. His front half has much the appearance of an eagle with black feathers and long, rabbit-like ears. He has a grand wingspan, even though these powerful wings are used more for defense than flight now. His forelegs are a golden brown, like the rest of his lion-like back half, but they end in gripping talons as opposed to the paws on his rear legs. His face is emphasized by green, cat-like eyes and a long, orange, hooked beak.
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Brief History: The Griffin was hatched in a typical griffin’s nest but was stolen at a young age by a warrior named Ruber. Needless to say, Ruber was unimaginative with names. Though raised to be cruel and malevolent, he remained submissive to his master due to abuse by the red-haired knight. Though very obedient in all deeds, he had a bit of a stumbling in his relationship with the armor-plated imperialist when he dropped the sacred sword Excalibur in the Forbidden Forest. Though he traipsed alongside his master to regain the sword, the mission was a failure. The Griffin could not even get his revenge on the idiot hawk that had caused all the trouble in the first place.
However, after their excursion to Camelot, it was obvious that the Griffin came out the better of the two, Ruber having disappeared under mysterious circumstances. The Griffin searched from lowest dale to highest peak to try to find his master. Little was he to suspect that he, too, would be spirited away to a new world only shortly after the dismissal of Ruber.
Sample Post: Talons grazed the grass and roots across the jungle floor. Surprisingly, the avian-based beast still had the same prowling instinct of a tiger. It wouldn’t have done him any good to fly around to look for prey anyways. The jungle was too dense to unfurl his wings comfortably, let alone dive bomb any of the local fauna. On top of that, he had recently found that he had forgotten how to fly all together.
“It really does look so different down here,” the Griffin muttered to himself, looking up awkwardly to the canopy of the dense jungle. He clucked his tongue impatiently as some sunlight fell into his eyes. He sneered and rubbed his eyes to soothe them, being absolutely unused to such accidents when flying at night. His fierce growls caused the small herd of prey to flee before he could turn his attention to them again. He snapped his beak in agitation. “I hate these forests!” he roared, slamming his talons down. The crashing bird feet smashed several tree roots to splinters, before the bothered behemoth sulked along his way.
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Hero or Villain?: Villain
Canon or OC?: Canon
Personality: Despite his bestial appearance, the Griffin is a highly intelligent example of his race. He is a real yesman, having a natural obedience that he was raised with. He is also more than willing to do anything underhanded. However, he has one failing as an evil beast. He is considered too polite by the typical evil warlord. He also can come across as rather sophisticated, if his voice wasn’t so raspy. He does have his own agenda, however, and can hold grudges for a long time. Make him into a disappointment, and he will hunt you down.
Appearance: The Griffin is a large beast standing taller than a human. His front half has much the appearance of an eagle with black feathers and long, rabbit-like ears. He has a grand wingspan, even though these powerful wings are used more for defense than flight now. His forelegs are a golden brown, like the rest of his lion-like back half, but they end in gripping talons as opposed to the paws on his rear legs. His face is emphasized by green, cat-like eyes and a long, orange, hooked beak.
Image:
Brief History: The Griffin was hatched in a typical griffin’s nest but was stolen at a young age by a warrior named Ruber. Needless to say, Ruber was unimaginative with names. Though raised to be cruel and malevolent, he remained submissive to his master due to abuse by the red-haired knight. Though very obedient in all deeds, he had a bit of a stumbling in his relationship with the armor-plated imperialist when he dropped the sacred sword Excalibur in the Forbidden Forest. Though he traipsed alongside his master to regain the sword, the mission was a failure. The Griffin could not even get his revenge on the idiot hawk that had caused all the trouble in the first place.
However, after their excursion to Camelot, it was obvious that the Griffin came out the better of the two, Ruber having disappeared under mysterious circumstances. The Griffin searched from lowest dale to highest peak to try to find his master. Little was he to suspect that he, too, would be spirited away to a new world only shortly after the dismissal of Ruber.
Sample Post: Talons grazed the grass and roots across the jungle floor. Surprisingly, the avian-based beast still had the same prowling instinct of a tiger. It wouldn’t have done him any good to fly around to look for prey anyways. The jungle was too dense to unfurl his wings comfortably, let alone dive bomb any of the local fauna. On top of that, he had recently found that he had forgotten how to fly all together.
“It really does look so different down here,” the Griffin muttered to himself, looking up awkwardly to the canopy of the dense jungle. He clucked his tongue impatiently as some sunlight fell into his eyes. He sneered and rubbed his eyes to soothe them, being absolutely unused to such accidents when flying at night. His fierce growls caused the small herd of prey to flee before he could turn his attention to them again. He snapped his beak in agitation. “I hate these forests!” he roared, slamming his talons down. The crashing bird feet smashed several tree roots to splinters, before the bothered behemoth sulked along his way.
