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| Brontin |
| Yeliace |
| 23 |
| Male |
| Gotrip |
| 6'7" |
| Ruddy Brown |
| Dark almost black-gray |
| Green |
| Star City |
| Brontin is extremely tall, though only of average height by the standards of his kind. His face is vaguely goat-like with floppy goat ears an elongated nose and even a tuft of furry hair on his chin. Around his floppy ears curl very ram-like horns which are a shade lighter and more brown than his hair. He keeps his hair cut short and would shave it off altogether if his skull weren't so oddly shaped. Even so the short cut shows off the way his head bulges in the back just above where it joins his spine. While this is natural for his people, most of his people keep their hair long to hide it. Brontin is muscular, though only due to having to carry around his immense bulk as he is also overweight. He seems to have a perpetually sour expression and even when he's happy the emotion rarely seems to reach his cool green eyes. His slim legs and cloven feet make his bulk seem all the more disproportionate and he had his left hoof-like pincher 'hand' replaced with a cyborware functional claw-like hand. |
| Brontin is gruff and unlikable to just about everyone he meets. Even his parents are disgusted with his lack of manners and his unhappy attitude. Before he moved out on his own his parents lectured him constantly on getting in shape and improving his attitude but Brontin didn't listen. Where most young Gotrips spend their time active in sports (their slender legs make them surprisingly agile and quick) Brontin spent his time studying and eating enough for two. Hence he is now sullen from years of rebuke by his parents, but also very knowledgable about the history of his kind (and of course, severely overweight). He discovered that Gotrip have an inborn ability to use magic but that the ability must be 'activated'. In general the best way to activate the ability is for the Gotrip to find true love. As this is something that seldom happens for Gotrip as their society practices arranged marriages to keep the bloodlines diverse, there hadn't been a magic-weilding Gotrip in many many years. Nevertheless Brontin's interest was picqued and in a city where dragons are commonplace and it's a well-known fact that the dragon bond is one of deep affection and love, Brontin has begun hanging around the hatching bays on hatching days. He speaks to no one, but anyone who could get past his baleful glare would see there's a spark of yearning in his green eyes from time to time, quickly supressed by his surly attitude, but present nonetheless. |
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