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EDIT: It won't let me change the title OTL //end edit

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Name: Scout
Alias: Night Glider
Gender: Male
Spawn point: City in the Sky
dB: 0 (I'm gonna be really slow at updating this OTL )

Physical appearance: He almost looks like a mix between a ferret, dragon, and sugar glider. He has a long neck and is rather fluffy. His nostrils are angled like a rabbit's would be, but they are not connected. The feathery fluff at the end of his tail is shaped similarly to a fan. The same substance resides upon his back, also attaching to his front legs like what you would see on a sugar glider. He uses those flaps to fly around, but it is easier to glide with them. It extends off of his back slightly over the end of his body and acts as an insulator from the wind while in flight. It is, however, attached to his back. It is not like a cape that can be lifted up.

Voice: His voice is rather low, but mostly smooth. (It basically sounds like the first voice for the first few verses in this song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEm0Aj…

Height: 6'4" when standing, 5'6" when on all fours.
Weight: 176 lbs, mostly due to the weight of his feathery-ish parts and all that fluff.

Talents: Singing, intimidating others, and gliding very long distances without any trouble.
Hobbies: He enjoys flying around. A lot. Usually he will get himself up very high and then glide around until he gets too low, then he will basically repeat the process until he decides to do something else.

Personality: Calm, quiet, caring, antisocial, outgoing.

Scout is known for his calm demeanor, and is normally very quiet in public or if around those he doesn't know. He is antisocial in the way that he does not like talking to strangers at all. It is very hard for him to make friends because of this. If someone can manage to talk to him enough for him to tolerate their presence, it is likely that he will consider that person a friend. What few friends he does have he is very loyal to and protective of. He is not afraid to speak up if he thinks something isn't quite right with a situation, especially if it involves his friends.

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Items: N/A

Skill Sets

Attack: 4/5
Defense: 2/5
Speed: 5/5
Agility: 3/5
Endurance: 3/5

Sanity: 5/5
Confidence: 3/5
Bravery: 3/5
Intelligence: 4/5
Charisma: 2/5

Weapon: His breath can turn anything into a solid, gem-like substance. If he were to say, pick up a stick and use this ability of his on it, it would be incredibly difficult to break, meaning that he could use it to whack someone upside the head without worrying about a broken weapon. However, it can easily be destroyed by fire or water, as it will melt or disintegrate upon contact with either.

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S.O.: Pansexual

Relationships: None as of yet. (If you want your character and mine to be friends, let me know. We could role play it out maybe?)

P.S., I do count asks as "meetings" in a way.

Despise, Dislike, Neutral, Acquaintance , Probably friend, Friend, Best Friend, Crush, Lover

Zedd -

Bonaparte -

The Ghost -

Sthir -

Oz -
RP Example: (A snippet from a role play I started recently.)

The morning was quiet. Sun leaked in through the stain glass windows to form rainbow reflections all over various objects in the room. The birds outside were already singing their morning melodies. When days begin like this, it is almost impossible to imagine it turning out horrible. Unless of course, you live with a magician.

Suddenly, the smell of fresh morning air was replaced by the haunting smell of smoke, and the air became clouded with a green and white mist. Then, an explosion. The sound of a voice shouting in the distance of the household. Down in the basement was a young man, completely black. He wasn't normally that way. Most of the time it was purple or blue. But this time he was covered it soot instead of the usual chemicals and liquids. The man coughed as he waved his hand in a smooth gesture, clearing the air of the floating particles. Groggily, he stated, "Fire spell. Bad idea." Soon enough he regained his wits about him. "In a house. In a house! Of all places to start a fire, I chose to do it inside... Goodness I'm an idiot." He glanced to his left where the stone stairwell lead up to the living room. He was half expecting to see his mother standing there with her frying pan, ready to do him in. Fortunately all he saw was a ball of fire slowly rising up the stairwell.

...Wait a minute.

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Achievements: None so far.

Description
Application for !!

EDIT: It won't let me change the title OTL //end edit

_____________________

Name: Scout
Alias: Night Glider
Gender: Male
Spawn point: City in the Sky
dB: 0 (I'm gonna be really slow at updating this OTL )

Physical appearance: He almost looks like a mix between a ferret, dragon, and sugar glider. He has a long neck and is rather fluffy. His nostrils are angled like a rabbit's would be, but they are not connected. The feathery fluff at the end of his tail is shaped similarly to a fan. The same substance resides upon his back, also attaching to his front legs like what you would see on a sugar glider. He uses those flaps to fly around, but it is easier to glide with them. It extends off of his back slightly over the end of his body and acts as an insulator from the wind while in flight. It is, however, attached to his back. It is not like a cape that can be lifted up.

Voice: His voice is rather low, but mostly smooth. (It basically sounds like the first voice for the first few verses in this song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEm0Aj…

Height: 6'4" when standing, 5'6" when on all fours.
Weight: 176 lbs, mostly due to the weight of his feathery-ish parts and all that fluff.

Talents: Singing, intimidating others, and gliding very long distances without any trouble.
Hobbies: He enjoys flying around. A lot. Usually he will get himself up very high and then glide around until he gets too low, then he will basically repeat the process until he decides to do something else.

Personality: Calm, quiet, caring, antisocial, outgoing.

Scout is known for his calm demeanor, and is normally very quiet in public or if around those he doesn't know. He is antisocial in the way that he does not like talking to strangers at all. It is very hard for him to make friends because of this. If someone can manage to talk to him enough for him to tolerate their presence, it is likely that he will consider that person a friend. What few friends he does have he is very loyal to and protective of. He is not afraid to speak up if he thinks something isn't quite right with a situation, especially if it involves his friends.

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Items: N/A

Skill Sets

Attack: 4/5
Defense: 2/5
Speed: 5/5
Agility: 3/5
Endurance: 3/5

Sanity: 5/5
Confidence: 3/5
Bravery: 3/5
Intelligence: 4/5
Charisma: 2/5

Weapon: His breath can turn anything into a solid, gem-like substance. If he were to say, pick up a stick and use this ability of his on it, it would be incredibly difficult to break, meaning that he could use it to whack someone upside the head without worrying about a broken weapon. However, it can easily be destroyed by fire or water, as it will melt or disintegrate upon contact with either.

_____________________

S.O.: Pansexual

Relationships: None as of yet. (If you want your character and mine to be friends, let me know. We could role play it out maybe?)

P.S., I do count asks as "meetings" in a way.

Despise, Dislike, Neutral, Acquaintance , Probably friend, Friend, Best Friend, Crush, Lover

Zedd -

Bonaparte -

The Ghost -

Sthir -

Oz -
RP Example: (A snippet from a role play I started recently.)

The morning was quiet. Sun leaked in through the stain glass windows to form rainbow reflections all over various objects in the room. The birds outside were already singing their morning melodies. When days begin like this, it is almost impossible to imagine it turning out horrible. Unless of course, you live with a magician.

Suddenly, the smell of fresh morning air was replaced by the haunting smell of smoke, and the air became clouded with a green and white mist. Then, an explosion. The sound of a voice shouting in the distance of the household. Down in the basement was a young man, completely black. He wasn't normally that way. Most of the time it was purple or blue. But this time he was covered it soot instead of the usual chemicals and liquids. The man coughed as he waved his hand in a smooth gesture, clearing the air of the floating particles. Groggily, he stated, "Fire spell. Bad idea." Soon enough he regained his wits about him. "In a house. In a house! Of all places to start a fire, I chose to do it inside... Goodness I'm an idiot." He glanced to his left where the stone stairwell lead up to the living room. He was half expecting to see his mother standing there with her frying pan, ready to do him in. Fortunately all he saw was a ball of fire slowly rising up the stairwell.

...Wait a minute.

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Achievements: None so far.