Canach Blioch
Age:
He bares his teeth at the question and snarls. I do not think he wants to answer that question. "Yes I do," he interrupted, a smug devious little smile claiming his lips. "None of your damn business.. Answer enough?" Mean isn't he?
Sex: I
t's clear that Canach likes this question for his hand slithers down the front of his flat, chisled, hard body, stopping at the loose cottony breeches that are held on to his hips by an orange-red slash. One brow raises in silent question. {"Does this say enough for you?"}
Height: Humanoid form: 6'7''
Dragon Body: 107"
Tail Length: 86"
Dragon Type:
Yellow
Hair:
Straight, one length, shoulder-length hair that is grayish yellow. His hair or bangs covers his eyes so to shield others from reading his emotions when he can not cover them.. Along with his thoughts.. Also it gives him the leisure to study others without them knowing about it.
Eyes:
Shrewd, hazel-brown.
Build:
Brawny, his muscles are firmly packed due to his training on sands. Thick corded muscled arms and limbs. His fingers are lean and strong.. He just oozes strength and masculinity. Washboard stomach, his skin is a dusty shade.. Not smooth.. he has a lot of knicks and slashed scars marring his body but he wears it with pride.. His badges in battle.
Body Characteristics:
On his brow, hidden by hair is a dotted backwards, fancy-looking swastika pattern.. Then on his back, lower left hip and inner thigh is a wind dotted pattern of dull, tan colored scales no bigger than our pennies. Very tiny scales.. Some are brilliant yellow, some are dull yellow the same shade of his hair. His fin-like ears are tough since they have to be use to sand biting into them.. The edges of the fins are ragged but a mustard yellow bordering on yellow-gray.
Personality:
Canach can rival even a Red or Black dragon in their natural disposition. He's wily, careful yet fierce and cunning when he must.. He's a harsh man who holds an iron rule over what he watches and do not think about taking what is his.. He has a nasty little temper..far worse than even the evilest of dragons.. His is reputed.. He doesn't like to talk to strangers if forced.. he has to decide to talk to the other.. If someone approaches him to talk.. best wish you didn't.. Also he's very bull headed and stubborn.
Powers the Character has/and, or Special Attacks:
He has a variety of spells and innate abilities to mislead, misdirect, and distract his opponents.. Sometimes it is in the guise of his slave.. His favorite tactic in battle in his own territory is burying himself beneath the sand, blending in with his surroundings and suprising his victims at last minute..very savage. He is immuned to fire and heat spells. He can destroy water holes with eas, create dust devils to help mar his tracks and help his get away, and a wind wall.
Weapons:
The way his mind works is a weapon.. He does have a scrimtar belted at his side.. And he knows a variety of poisons that range from toxic to mild.. Sometimes his pretty little Aurelete is his weapon when he needs a distraction to keep the other occupied while he does his handy work.. Though he is agile.
Status/Job [in their clan if dragon]:
Leader of his small little gathering of Yellow Dragons since due to their nature, not many can remain grouped together long without vicious fights. Note, I had said leader.. Volitile of nature.. they must fight for leadership..so they cast off titles such as kings, queens and the like.. There are some from ancient lines..but Canach found himself a little rebel band.. One needing strict guidance.
Marital Status:
Single and not looking. Why? When the ladies in his small little gathering would be happy to accomodate him..and he does have that pretty little desert elf slave of his.. Though he much rather watch her dance and serve him than sleep with her..
Appearance:
The man does not believe in wearing material as shirts because they hinder and not useful in the blistering heat of the desert.. the more barren and hot the place is..the more comfortable this man is. Decorated, dull gold sanded down with the desert's sand and scratch adorned with a variety of gems that are so bleak they don't shine.. Don't want to be too flashy in the desert. To hide his brow scales, he wears a braided batch of leather for a headband.. Some are tied about his thick arms to buldge his muscles out more.. To intimidate his opponents..
Resting on his strong hips are a pair of loose baggy pants that are either white because it doesn't reflect much color or a dull mustard yellow.. He is always wearing that orange red slash about his waist with the edges dangling down in front to cover a certain antomy that can be told there.
Low heeled boots, this makes it easier for him to manuver in the sand. He's as quick as a rattler and just as deadly.. They are a soft brown shading that helps him blend into the sand.. He wears only colors that helps him blend in and not flashy..he hates flashy unless its on his slaves..
His outfit is never complete without the lone scrimtar on his side.