Post by Toothless on Dec 5, 2011 22:46:08 GMT -5
Name: Toothless
Age: 16
Species: Night Fury
Place of Origin (what movie or story did they come from?): How to Train Your Dragon
Appearance: Descriptions of Toothless vary greatly depending on who you ask. To humans, he's a large, dark creature--the 'unholy offspring of lightning and death itself.' His scales are pitch-black, some shinier than others; the only features to stand out from this are his two eyes: large, deep yellow-green pools with black pupils. These pupils change drastically depending on his mood, being large and round when he's happy, yet shrinking to menacing slits when he's angered or scared. He stands at about 4 1/2 feet at the shoulder, though if he wants to, he can rear up to be almost twice that height. This means that, as any other dragon could tell you, Toothless is actually a little on the smallish side, even for a member of his own species. This may have something to do with him not being a full adult, but (much to his chagrin) he appears to be near the end of his growth spurt.
What Toothless lacks in size, though, he more than makes up for in speed and maneuverability. His entire body is compact, curved, and sleek--perfect for good aerodynamics. His wings are also enormous compared to his body, not only giving him agility in the air but the ability to take off without a running start. Despite these appendages being his pride and joy, the observant may notice he lacks a complete set: the left-side aileron at the end of his tail is gone, having been torn completely off by a particularly harsh landing. Its functions are duplicated by a handsome leather facsimile, which is attached to a complex pedal mechanism in his saddle. He's rarely seen without the saddle on, as constantly removing it and placing it back on would be a chore, and it's comfortable enough that he no longer minds it.
Personality: Toothless is, at first meeting, extremely wary, sometimes to the point of outright hostility. This comes from the fact that he grew up with the knowledge that humans would gladly kill him, given the chance, and that under no circumstances should he give them that chance. Therefore, he will never turn his back on a person he doesn't know yet; it's up to them to earn his trust.
Once they do, an entirely different side of the dragon opens up to them. At heart, Toothless is an earnest and inquisitive, if somewhat sardonic, individual. He is fascinated by that which he isn't used to (given his background, that means most human things), and if he's not busy being paranoid, then he'll explore and discover to his heart's content.
As mentioned, Toothless is one very sarcastic dragon. Even without being able to talk, he's quite skilled at showing just what he thinks of you with a careless roll of his eyes. He's also fairly irritable, and his temper can flare up if you bug him. Attempt to harm someone he cares about, and anything so docile as a 'temper' will be in his rear-view mirror. In short, do something to really upset Toothless and you'll be lucky if he doesn't blast you into oblivion with a well-aimed flame bolt.
History: Life for Toothless began like it does for most of us: with a mother and a father. The only difference was that his mother and father were Night Furies, and that he hatched from an egg inside an enormous cave. Somewhat unique amongst the dragon species that lived there, Toothless' kind tended carefully to their young. Thus, Toothless was raised lovingly by both his parents. They taught him how to fly, shoot fire, fish, and everything else a young dragon should learn.
This was not to last, unfortunately. When Toothless was 7, the Green Death that controlled all the dragons on the island killed his parents in anger after a botched raid on the nearby village. Thus, the growing Night Fury was now an orphan.
By the time he was 13, Toothless was participating in the raids himself. As his parents had taught him, he darted about the night sky, using his flames to destroy the towers the Vikings used either for defense or for illumination. He never stole food, never showed himself, and never missed. He was quite good at his job, really--which made its end all the more embarrassing.
Shortly after he turned 16, the dragon set out on a raid much like any other. He was having a fine time of it, too, until something hit him. Nothing like this had ever happened; Night Furies weren't supposed to be seen! Whatever had hit him, it was keeping him from moving his wings, and so he began a rather rapid descent. He was fortunate enough for his momentum to carry him to land, and though crashing through the foliage was painful, it kept him from dying. Eventually he stopped skidding across the forest floor, and he blissfully passed out.
Waking up was...not so blissful. He still couldn't move, every inch of him hurt (but especially his tail), and he was very disoriented. Worst of all, he realized, was the smallish human standing over him with something sharp. Tied up as he was, Toothless could only watch helplessly as the boy shouted something incomprehensible at him and raised his blade. Anybody could tell what was happening next; secretly terrified, the young dragon just closed his eyes and waited to die.
Then the ropes gave way.
Springing up and pinning the human under his foot, Toothless thought long and hard about if he should kill something that had refused to kill him. Angry as he was, it went against what he'd been taught, so he had to content himself with a frightening, furious roar before turning and flying off. Or at least, trying to fly off--he kept stalling, and when he investigated he discovered, to his horror, that his left aileron had apparently been ripped off by his rough landing. He was trapped in a small canyon.
We all know what happened after: slowly, Toothless befriended that human boy (whose name was, apparently, Hiccup) and led a life he could never have imagined. To his delight, Hiccup crafted him a replacement for his ruined tail, and while this required the boy to ride him whenever he flew, it at least got him back into the skies. His tribe was less friendly, however, and as thanks for saving Hiccup from a particularly angry Monstrous Nightmare, Toothless found himself captured, restrained, and put on a boat back to the dragons' island. Against his will, he guided the Vikings to his home, and was again forced to watch helplessly as the warriors got their collective butts kicked.
Thankfully, Hiccup arrived, freed Toothless, and together with the other Viking teenagers and their dragon companions, they managed to make the Green Death crash and explode. In the resulting inferno, however, Toothless' fake tail was destroyed, and both he and Hiccup careened toward the ground. It was all the dragon could do to shelter his friend under his wings before they both fell into the flames.
Thus came another slow, painful awakening next to Hiccup. Seeing the boy's father, he realized he'd assumed his son was dead. To be honest, Toothless wasn't entirely sure he was wrong. To that end, he unfurled his wings and released his grip on the boy. Judging from the larger Viking's reaction, he was okay, so the dragon figured his work was done and allowed himself to pass out again.
It took quite a while before both boy and dragon were healed, though Hiccup would never be quite the same, having lost a good portion of his leg in the crash. But life was better all around--their example had allowed dragons and Vikings to unite, and Toothless would no longer have to be Hiccup's dirty little secret. With this happiness in mind, and with a sporty new tailfin for Toothless, the two friends once again took to the skies.
Strengths/Abilities: Agility, good aim with his fire bolts, flight, loyalty, relatively intelligent
Weaknesses/Flaws: Temperamental/stubborn, occasionally downright rude, overly wary/protective, a little vain, unable to fly alone
Likes: Fish, Hiccup, flying, fish, 'target practice,' fish, warm days, exploring, and fish. Oh, and fish.
Dislikes: Eels, intense cold, rude/annoying people, being unable to fly, and rain.
Fears: Falling uncontrollably, confined spaces, hostile humans, the Green Death, and again, those dratted eels.
RP Sample: Wasn't that just like Hiccup, to go and leave Toothless without a breakfast.
It was understandable; the boy was head over heels for Astrid, and they'd no doubt sneaked off somewhere private. As lovely a morning as they were probably having, however, it was quite a nuisance to the dragon, who'd gotten quite used to a nice pile of fish awaiting him when he woke up each day. (He was honestly getting a little spoiled by this, though he'd never admit that.) This particular morning, there was no pile. After looking around a bit to make sure it hadn't just been placed somewhere unusual, Toothless had to concede that he would just have to go out for breakfast.
Shuffling out the door of the Haddock home, the jet-black dragon surveyed the village briefly before ambling downhill. A passing man grinned at him and said, "Mornin', Toothless." Dipping his head politely and crooning in response, Toothless continued his slow journey toward the center of the village. The old light towers had been re-purposed into large bowls the local dragons could feed out of; by this time of day the best fish would probably be gone, but he could settle for whatever was left.
To his horror, when he hopped up onto the rim of the platform, he realized that it wasn't just the best fish that had been eaten: the bowl was picked clean.
At first, desperation flashed across the Night Fury's face: there had to be something left for him! A second scan of the bowl proved fruitless, however, and the frantic look upon Toothless' face was replaced by pure irritation. Giving the empty tower a glare and a short growl (as if that would make fish appear there), he could do nothing but go back to ground and mourn his bad luck.
His scowl must have been quite pathetic, because he didn't get far before a small girl came up to him. She seemed nervous, and he eyed her curiously. Curiosity melted into sheer delight, however, when she produced an absolutely magnificent Icelandic cod. Taking it as gently as he could to avoid scaring her, he then proceeded to eat the thing in two bites. Seemingly relieved by this, the girl giggled and reached out to pet him. Toothless just sighed happily and knelt down to allow her to pat his head.
It was only fair.
Age: 16
Species: Night Fury
Place of Origin (what movie or story did they come from?): How to Train Your Dragon
Appearance: Descriptions of Toothless vary greatly depending on who you ask. To humans, he's a large, dark creature--the 'unholy offspring of lightning and death itself.' His scales are pitch-black, some shinier than others; the only features to stand out from this are his two eyes: large, deep yellow-green pools with black pupils. These pupils change drastically depending on his mood, being large and round when he's happy, yet shrinking to menacing slits when he's angered or scared. He stands at about 4 1/2 feet at the shoulder, though if he wants to, he can rear up to be almost twice that height. This means that, as any other dragon could tell you, Toothless is actually a little on the smallish side, even for a member of his own species. This may have something to do with him not being a full adult, but (much to his chagrin) he appears to be near the end of his growth spurt.
What Toothless lacks in size, though, he more than makes up for in speed and maneuverability. His entire body is compact, curved, and sleek--perfect for good aerodynamics. His wings are also enormous compared to his body, not only giving him agility in the air but the ability to take off without a running start. Despite these appendages being his pride and joy, the observant may notice he lacks a complete set: the left-side aileron at the end of his tail is gone, having been torn completely off by a particularly harsh landing. Its functions are duplicated by a handsome leather facsimile, which is attached to a complex pedal mechanism in his saddle. He's rarely seen without the saddle on, as constantly removing it and placing it back on would be a chore, and it's comfortable enough that he no longer minds it.
Personality: Toothless is, at first meeting, extremely wary, sometimes to the point of outright hostility. This comes from the fact that he grew up with the knowledge that humans would gladly kill him, given the chance, and that under no circumstances should he give them that chance. Therefore, he will never turn his back on a person he doesn't know yet; it's up to them to earn his trust.
Once they do, an entirely different side of the dragon opens up to them. At heart, Toothless is an earnest and inquisitive, if somewhat sardonic, individual. He is fascinated by that which he isn't used to (given his background, that means most human things), and if he's not busy being paranoid, then he'll explore and discover to his heart's content.
As mentioned, Toothless is one very sarcastic dragon. Even without being able to talk, he's quite skilled at showing just what he thinks of you with a careless roll of his eyes. He's also fairly irritable, and his temper can flare up if you bug him. Attempt to harm someone he cares about, and anything so docile as a 'temper' will be in his rear-view mirror. In short, do something to really upset Toothless and you'll be lucky if he doesn't blast you into oblivion with a well-aimed flame bolt.
History: Life for Toothless began like it does for most of us: with a mother and a father. The only difference was that his mother and father were Night Furies, and that he hatched from an egg inside an enormous cave. Somewhat unique amongst the dragon species that lived there, Toothless' kind tended carefully to their young. Thus, Toothless was raised lovingly by both his parents. They taught him how to fly, shoot fire, fish, and everything else a young dragon should learn.
This was not to last, unfortunately. When Toothless was 7, the Green Death that controlled all the dragons on the island killed his parents in anger after a botched raid on the nearby village. Thus, the growing Night Fury was now an orphan.
By the time he was 13, Toothless was participating in the raids himself. As his parents had taught him, he darted about the night sky, using his flames to destroy the towers the Vikings used either for defense or for illumination. He never stole food, never showed himself, and never missed. He was quite good at his job, really--which made its end all the more embarrassing.
Shortly after he turned 16, the dragon set out on a raid much like any other. He was having a fine time of it, too, until something hit him. Nothing like this had ever happened; Night Furies weren't supposed to be seen! Whatever had hit him, it was keeping him from moving his wings, and so he began a rather rapid descent. He was fortunate enough for his momentum to carry him to land, and though crashing through the foliage was painful, it kept him from dying. Eventually he stopped skidding across the forest floor, and he blissfully passed out.
Waking up was...not so blissful. He still couldn't move, every inch of him hurt (but especially his tail), and he was very disoriented. Worst of all, he realized, was the smallish human standing over him with something sharp. Tied up as he was, Toothless could only watch helplessly as the boy shouted something incomprehensible at him and raised his blade. Anybody could tell what was happening next; secretly terrified, the young dragon just closed his eyes and waited to die.
Then the ropes gave way.
Springing up and pinning the human under his foot, Toothless thought long and hard about if he should kill something that had refused to kill him. Angry as he was, it went against what he'd been taught, so he had to content himself with a frightening, furious roar before turning and flying off. Or at least, trying to fly off--he kept stalling, and when he investigated he discovered, to his horror, that his left aileron had apparently been ripped off by his rough landing. He was trapped in a small canyon.
We all know what happened after: slowly, Toothless befriended that human boy (whose name was, apparently, Hiccup) and led a life he could never have imagined. To his delight, Hiccup crafted him a replacement for his ruined tail, and while this required the boy to ride him whenever he flew, it at least got him back into the skies. His tribe was less friendly, however, and as thanks for saving Hiccup from a particularly angry Monstrous Nightmare, Toothless found himself captured, restrained, and put on a boat back to the dragons' island. Against his will, he guided the Vikings to his home, and was again forced to watch helplessly as the warriors got their collective butts kicked.
Thankfully, Hiccup arrived, freed Toothless, and together with the other Viking teenagers and their dragon companions, they managed to make the Green Death crash and explode. In the resulting inferno, however, Toothless' fake tail was destroyed, and both he and Hiccup careened toward the ground. It was all the dragon could do to shelter his friend under his wings before they both fell into the flames.
Thus came another slow, painful awakening next to Hiccup. Seeing the boy's father, he realized he'd assumed his son was dead. To be honest, Toothless wasn't entirely sure he was wrong. To that end, he unfurled his wings and released his grip on the boy. Judging from the larger Viking's reaction, he was okay, so the dragon figured his work was done and allowed himself to pass out again.
It took quite a while before both boy and dragon were healed, though Hiccup would never be quite the same, having lost a good portion of his leg in the crash. But life was better all around--their example had allowed dragons and Vikings to unite, and Toothless would no longer have to be Hiccup's dirty little secret. With this happiness in mind, and with a sporty new tailfin for Toothless, the two friends once again took to the skies.
Strengths/Abilities: Agility, good aim with his fire bolts, flight, loyalty, relatively intelligent
Weaknesses/Flaws: Temperamental/stubborn, occasionally downright rude, overly wary/protective, a little vain, unable to fly alone
Likes: Fish, Hiccup, flying, fish, 'target practice,' fish, warm days, exploring, and fish. Oh, and fish.
Dislikes: Eels, intense cold, rude/annoying people, being unable to fly, and rain.
Fears: Falling uncontrollably, confined spaces, hostile humans, the Green Death, and again, those dratted eels.
RP Sample: Wasn't that just like Hiccup, to go and leave Toothless without a breakfast.
It was understandable; the boy was head over heels for Astrid, and they'd no doubt sneaked off somewhere private. As lovely a morning as they were probably having, however, it was quite a nuisance to the dragon, who'd gotten quite used to a nice pile of fish awaiting him when he woke up each day. (He was honestly getting a little spoiled by this, though he'd never admit that.) This particular morning, there was no pile. After looking around a bit to make sure it hadn't just been placed somewhere unusual, Toothless had to concede that he would just have to go out for breakfast.
Shuffling out the door of the Haddock home, the jet-black dragon surveyed the village briefly before ambling downhill. A passing man grinned at him and said, "Mornin', Toothless." Dipping his head politely and crooning in response, Toothless continued his slow journey toward the center of the village. The old light towers had been re-purposed into large bowls the local dragons could feed out of; by this time of day the best fish would probably be gone, but he could settle for whatever was left.
To his horror, when he hopped up onto the rim of the platform, he realized that it wasn't just the best fish that had been eaten: the bowl was picked clean.
At first, desperation flashed across the Night Fury's face: there had to be something left for him! A second scan of the bowl proved fruitless, however, and the frantic look upon Toothless' face was replaced by pure irritation. Giving the empty tower a glare and a short growl (as if that would make fish appear there), he could do nothing but go back to ground and mourn his bad luck.
His scowl must have been quite pathetic, because he didn't get far before a small girl came up to him. She seemed nervous, and he eyed her curiously. Curiosity melted into sheer delight, however, when she produced an absolutely magnificent Icelandic cod. Taking it as gently as he could to avoid scaring her, he then proceeded to eat the thing in two bites. Seemingly relieved by this, the girl giggled and reached out to pet him. Toothless just sighed happily and knelt down to allow her to pat his head.
It was only fair.