Calvemir

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• Playstyles Chart

  Always	Sometimes	Maybe	Never
  Always Normal scenes, no sexual conversations and some violence, nothign damaging to neither/any character. Slight swearing.	Sometimes Violence involved, not serious injuries. Little sexual conversations. Swearing.	Maybe Deep wounds - easy healing wounds. Slight bit darker sexual conversations.	Never Killing of any characters (except NPCs). Deep sexual conversations. F'bombs everywhere, extreme cursing.

• Vital Stats

  • Name: Calvemir
  • Gender: Female
  • Nicknames: Cal, but it would be unwise to call her that.
  • Race: Wyvern
  • Class: Brawler
  • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  • Age: About 100 Years Old
  • Size: Big-medium
  • Body Type: Slim, built for aerial manuvers
  • Height: 15 Feet
  • Weight: 850 Pounds
  • Complexion: Thick leathery skin that comes in black, grey, and cream.
  • Eyes: Silver.
  • Handedness: Cal doesn't really have hands, but does more stuff with her left.
  • Scars: A few around her chest and neck, but they're barely noticable.
  • Relationship Status: None, thank god so.
  • Personality: Sort of a jerk at first, but if you're on her goodside she'll be sort of motherly and amazingly loyal.
  • Mannerisms: Rude, messy eater.
  • Likes: Sheep, wealth, caves, kidnapping people, and just sleeping.
  • Dislikes: Humans, people that talk too much, other jerks.

• Description

  Long, black, thirty-five foot long leathery wings carried the beast through the air, often towards somewhere were trouble was bound to happen. Instead of scales, thick skin protected her from harm. A strange black crest was on the end of her snout and chin made out of bone, small holes in the top crest which were likely her nostril. They curved backwards slightly for aerodynamic reasons, making her body even look more sleek for flying through air. Two thin legs with three toes each were armed with sharp ebony talons, perfect for gripping objects or helpless prey. Cream went from her throat to her underbelly in splotches, grey 'rings' went along her neck, ribs, and to the tip of her tail in a neat almost straight line. The pattern of rings increases then decreases in size as they line her side. making her sort of stand out. Wings were a dark black as well as her second pair of wings, which was just really a membrane connected her legs to her tail, and are incredibly flexible. Tail was very long, used as a rudder as well as balance and a dark black color, almost as dark as night. Fins at the end helped catch wind more easier, and made it swifter and more forceful to maneuver through air. A set of spiny fins went from her forehead to her rump, blue-grey membrane held by black spikes. Five ebony spikes ranging in size stuck out of her cheekbones on both sides of her head, used well for attacks involving her head. Sleek build with burly muscles here and there.

• Biography

  For a wyvern, Calvemir is pretty standard. She pillages, kidnaps those she could hold for a good ransom, and eating sheep. But where did her history begin?
  Well it began in a cavern in the country-side, and brood of eggs left there all alone, their father and mother had left them there. Being reptiles, it wasn't their responsibility to care for them. When the eggs hatched, instinctively they exited their home and began to seek shelter. They were already the size of a man, so really nothing could threaten them. Except the occasional hunter, a wolf, or maybe a bear. Well, little Cal found a canyon near a large village and found it exceptional. So, she half glided half climbed her way to a little cavern on a ledge, and made her home.
  
  Since then, she's leeched off the village not too far away from her lair for food and riches, grown and size. Not much has happened since her hatching. The occasional valiant person comes along for a battle, but since she's still around and kicking, none have succeeded.

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