Name: Timaeus
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Age (at most 400): 235
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Gender: Male
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Element: Water
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Personality:
Brash and stubborn, Timaeus is at times fits the profile of his name perfectly and at the same time does not. His bullheadedness and unwilling attitude toward major change make him interested in politics of the tribe. His fierce brash nature much like his elemental force's makes him a formidable enemy in a battle.
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Attacks:
Impenetrable Mist: Using the molecules in the clouds he can surround his enemy in a dense fog like mist which can then suffocate the opponent. Difficult to control, thus not always fatal. High damage either way
Ripcurl: Able to disperse water from his paws when he lashes out at an opponent. Stuns opponent for short period of time also causes immediate damage.
Waves of Fury: Rather than sending out actual waves of water, this effectively makes the opponent feel as though they are being hit by wave after wave. Serves as Damage over Time and to Slow an opponents process.
Will create more if chosen.
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Armor type (silver, gold or bronze):
Silver
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Special Ability:
Healing Waters: Able to heal himself to a certain degree, though it is minimal. Not able to heal himself fully.
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Story:
Lost.
Trembling in the forest near death.
Running, no inner guidance, nothing but fear.
And yet.....is that water?
A stream, a conscious body of water.
Splashing directly into the heart of it, the cub laid in wait to see if the thing it had been running from had managed to follow it's ramshackle escape.
Quiet, nothing but the trickle of the water running around him, Timaeus listened.
Spying a waterfall upstream, he rushed toward it and in the second he felt the rush of water hit his face
"Buh!" Startling awake was never a good way to start a day. Lately that dream had been recurring. Remembering the things he locked away so that he could focus on the anger of losing his parents.
Shaking his large head to clear the tingles of the bodies unwelcome excitement, he looked toward the entrance to the den. "Not even daybreak yet" he grumbled quietly.
Long past being the frightened cub of his dream, Timaeus still lived underneath a waterfall. Not the one he had used for shelter from the terrors all those years ago, but rather one of his own territory. Stretching he padded around the soft mossy floor of the cave.
"Time for breakfast."
May be adding more to/changing some of the form as I it comes to me, just working things out. Thanks for the opportunity!
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Age (at most 400): 235
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Gender: Male
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Element: Water
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Personality:
Brash and stubborn, Timaeus is at times fits the profile of his name perfectly and at the same time does not. His bullheadedness and unwilling attitude toward major change make him interested in politics of the tribe. His fierce brash nature much like his elemental force's makes him a formidable enemy in a battle.
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Attacks:
Impenetrable Mist: Using the molecules in the clouds he can surround his enemy in a dense fog like mist which can then suffocate the opponent. Difficult to control, thus not always fatal. High damage either way
Ripcurl: Able to disperse water from his paws when he lashes out at an opponent. Stuns opponent for short period of time also causes immediate damage.
Waves of Fury: Rather than sending out actual waves of water, this effectively makes the opponent feel as though they are being hit by wave after wave. Serves as Damage over Time and to Slow an opponents process.
Will create more if chosen.
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Armor type (silver, gold or bronze):
Silver
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Special Ability:
Healing Waters: Able to heal himself to a certain degree, though it is minimal. Not able to heal himself fully.
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Story:
Lost.
Trembling in the forest near death.
Running, no inner guidance, nothing but fear.
And yet.....is that water?
A stream, a conscious body of water.
Splashing directly into the heart of it, the cub laid in wait to see if the thing it had been running from had managed to follow it's ramshackle escape.
Quiet, nothing but the trickle of the water running around him, Timaeus listened.
Spying a waterfall upstream, he rushed toward it and in the second he felt the rush of water hit his face
"Buh!" Startling awake was never a good way to start a day. Lately that dream had been recurring. Remembering the things he locked away so that he could focus on the anger of losing his parents.
Shaking his large head to clear the tingles of the bodies unwelcome excitement, he looked toward the entrance to the den. "Not even daybreak yet" he grumbled quietly.
Long past being the frightened cub of his dream, Timaeus still lived underneath a waterfall. Not the one he had used for shelter from the terrors all those years ago, but rather one of his own territory. Stretching he padded around the soft mossy floor of the cave.
"Time for breakfast."
May be adding more to/changing some of the form as I it comes to me, just working things out. Thanks for the opportunity!
