08-31-2017, 10:55 PM
Name: Muto
Age: Around 40 in human years.
Gender: Hermaphrodite
Occupation: Fisherman
Looks: Approximately 40ft long and 15ft high. He is an aquatic eel dragon, so he does not stand as tall as a terrestrial dragon, and rarely stands upright. His face is more similar to an eel than a common dragon, with gills on his neck, two rows of teeth, and sensitive whiskers hanging from his chin. He has four pale green eyes, usually keeping the top two closed so as not to disturb those unaccustomed to his appearance. In color he is a drab light brown, with smooth, leathery scales. In low light, however, he glows with blue and pink bioluminescent markings, like a deep sea fish. He can use magic to take on a human form temporarily.
Pregnant/how many/how far along: Twelve months with 8 babies. As per his species, they’ve already hatched inside him and just need to grow a little stronger before they’re born.
Partner: He was originally mated to an older eel dragon, who was killed by hunters about a year ago. He currently carries that dragon’s offspring.
Backstory: He and his mate hunted whales and sea serpents along the coastline before the purge began. They retreated to the depths of the sea after one of their clutches was killed for their skins. After the hunting died down, they returned to the surface to nest, as they were both pregnant again. However, a stubborn last surge of hunters attacked and killed Muto’s mate, leaving him to raise his unborn chicks alone. Now, despite the grudges he holds, he is attempting to mix with human society in the name of peace. He hunts whales, seals, and sharks by night and leaves them in the market before sunrise. The fishhawkers have only seen him a few times, in his human form. They simply leave his cut in the market at sunset for him to collect, preferring not to interact with a dragon.
Muto wasn’t one for crowds, but he figured he should familiarize himself with the ways of humans. He was standing in the shadows of the royal marketplace, watching the masses go about their day. In his human body, he was six feet tall with a wiry build, dark skin and long, straight black hair. The one thing he couldn’t seem to get down was the face. He still retained his shark-like teeth and four eyes. But he could keep two eyes closed, and the teeth were easy to hide as long as he didn’t smile. It was the best he could do. Muto glanced down at his swollen middle. He looked overdue with twins, noticeable even through his flowing blue robes. Thankfully, his unborn children changed shape with him, so that he didn’t have to carry massive dragon chicks as a spindly little human. He placed a hand on his belly as he got lost in thought. Suddenly, however, a strange scent wafted through the air. His draconic forked tongue instinctually flicked to catch it, but he quickly covered his mouth. The scent was unmistakably another dragon. But where? He looked around hesitantly. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He kept his hand over his mouth and tasted the air again, searching for the source. It was faint, but not too far away. “How peculiar.” He whispered, and set off towards it.
Age: Around 40 in human years.
Gender: Hermaphrodite
Occupation: Fisherman
Looks: Approximately 40ft long and 15ft high. He is an aquatic eel dragon, so he does not stand as tall as a terrestrial dragon, and rarely stands upright. His face is more similar to an eel than a common dragon, with gills on his neck, two rows of teeth, and sensitive whiskers hanging from his chin. He has four pale green eyes, usually keeping the top two closed so as not to disturb those unaccustomed to his appearance. In color he is a drab light brown, with smooth, leathery scales. In low light, however, he glows with blue and pink bioluminescent markings, like a deep sea fish. He can use magic to take on a human form temporarily.
Pregnant/how many/how far along: Twelve months with 8 babies. As per his species, they’ve already hatched inside him and just need to grow a little stronger before they’re born.
Partner: He was originally mated to an older eel dragon, who was killed by hunters about a year ago. He currently carries that dragon’s offspring.
Backstory: He and his mate hunted whales and sea serpents along the coastline before the purge began. They retreated to the depths of the sea after one of their clutches was killed for their skins. After the hunting died down, they returned to the surface to nest, as they were both pregnant again. However, a stubborn last surge of hunters attacked and killed Muto’s mate, leaving him to raise his unborn chicks alone. Now, despite the grudges he holds, he is attempting to mix with human society in the name of peace. He hunts whales, seals, and sharks by night and leaves them in the market before sunrise. The fishhawkers have only seen him a few times, in his human form. They simply leave his cut in the market at sunset for him to collect, preferring not to interact with a dragon.
Muto wasn’t one for crowds, but he figured he should familiarize himself with the ways of humans. He was standing in the shadows of the royal marketplace, watching the masses go about their day. In his human body, he was six feet tall with a wiry build, dark skin and long, straight black hair. The one thing he couldn’t seem to get down was the face. He still retained his shark-like teeth and four eyes. But he could keep two eyes closed, and the teeth were easy to hide as long as he didn’t smile. It was the best he could do. Muto glanced down at his swollen middle. He looked overdue with twins, noticeable even through his flowing blue robes. Thankfully, his unborn children changed shape with him, so that he didn’t have to carry massive dragon chicks as a spindly little human. He placed a hand on his belly as he got lost in thought. Suddenly, however, a strange scent wafted through the air. His draconic forked tongue instinctually flicked to catch it, but he quickly covered his mouth. The scent was unmistakably another dragon. But where? He looked around hesitantly. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He kept his hand over his mouth and tasted the air again, searching for the source. It was faint, but not too far away. “How peculiar.” He whispered, and set off towards it.