[T.Q.N]
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Profile
Name
November
Age
25
Gender
Male
Role
Local Lizard
Race
Drake [Wingless Dragon]
REF
n/a
☀ Smug ☀ ☀ Tired of your shit ☀ ☀ Paranoid ☀
The local 6'4'' british overgrown lizard with a seething hatred for oranges. Perfectly normal. Shut up, Salt, I know you're taking the piss somewhere out there.
Novembers life started off with not the best of rolemodels, being taken and raised in a shady group as one of their own. Though lacking in draconic and some self control, he learned how to fight, to gather intel and a few other.. not so legal skills. Smoking as a young teen was certainly not the biggest problem he would face. The drake found himself around the more criminal organisations to look for jobs, ending up in Taskforce Quetzal, a well recognised mercenary group in the underground. This is where he spent years of his life, being trained and honing his skills in. He had no other home, looking up to these people as.. uneasy as some members made him.
A mission had gone wrong, November being trapped between a cliff and soldiers. He chose his own way out, jumping down and hoping to the gods he would be alright. Gods, he hated the darkness that came after, the occasional muttering of voices as someone played out his life until he finally managed to wake up. Covered in blood. Next to some strangers. Ah. That's probably fine.
These people would turn out to be the closest friends he'd have; Salt Shaker, the shady bastard. Lucid, the nutcase florist. Even Ember, Philip, Hotel and many more he didn't expect to be so.. content with. Though they certainly have a few bumps in the road involving guns and bared teeth, the group still goes on as stronger as ever. The only problem in Novembers mind right now (literally) is The Orange Man, his strange other personality galloping around like he owns the place since November fell down that cliff. Gods, he hates the orange man.
Nov is currently in the midst of making a deal with Hunllef, the bat-like fiend being an enemy of the group. He made a deal to let him experiment in return for a new tongue for Salt and the removal of the orange bastard. Gods, he hopes it works out.
Strength
🔘🔘🔘⭕⭕
Defense
🔘🔘⭕⭕⭕
Stamina
🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘✨
Dexterity
🔘🔘🔘🔘⭕
Magic
⭕⭕⭕⭕⭕
Charisma
🔘🔘🔘⭕⭕
"You're a bloody mess, you are."
Likes
- The bunch of idiots he ended up with
- Lemon tarts, Vodka
- Running in general
- His house not being a fucking MESS
- Scaring/Taunting people
Dislikes
- Oranges. Eugh.
- Guns, mostly when pointed at him
- People acting without thinking
- Strangers, people being suspicious
- Ghosts
Traits
tapetum lucidum
Novembers eyes are suitable for both diurnal and nocturnal vision, glowing in the dark similar to a cats or crocodilians eyes. He can control when they glow out of darkness unless someone decides to scare him.
learned from the goats
Novembers teeth are built for an omnivore, similar to a bear. He prefers meat, having muscles strong enough to crush bones when necessary. He doesn't like the sound it makes when his target happens to be living.
not a fan of bugs
Eugh. He can also be surprisingly wimpy about other things, like nail files.
Skills
ex mercenary
Coming from a particularly shady group, Nov knows how to fight strategically, using his own weight to unbalance people and knives, claws or whatever else he happens to use for a weapon to go for weak spots. He can contact the groups information brokers when he's stuck on a problem, knows morse code and has a good amount of medical experience.
run with the wind
November is practically built for speed due to his lack of wings. owning a large pair of lungs, heart and leg muscles to keep him going. His stamina is brilliant because of the sheer amount of running he does, though he'll feel the cold easily.
hard headed
Being adorned with a healthy set of horns comes with its advantages. November can headbutt using the tougher top of his head but the horns aren't quite long enough to stab at someone. His front claws can also be used for digging.
☀ Trivia
- Started smoking at a young age, tells others not to smoke.
- Can only speak broken draconic since he wasn't raised with other dragons, he just managed to pick it up later on in life. Understands it perfectly.
- Prefers melee over ranged combat any day. Doesn't know how guns work.
- Becomes an insomniac when he's stressed out. This can make him delusional, aggressive and extremely paranoid if it goes on for too long.
- Owns a very neat robotic back leg after the original was exploded by magic. He likes magic even less now but, hey, new leg.
- Knows how to fix up holes in doors and walls, change locks, stitch clothes and other small tasks that may help in the wastelands.
- Both front and back claws/hands have thumbs. He uses these to climb. The front claws are more talon-like while the back are digging claws.
- Tail has a motherfuckin THAGOMIZER (It's too small to use as a weapon. Just a few spikes. Still cool.)
