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Name: Sinew (alias: Sin) Age: 400 years Rank: Warrior Clan: Lightning
Description: Er, sorry if it's not a good picture ^^; His scales are more luminescent... and pretend that's not a city background ~(._.~)
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Personality: Sin is a quiet dragon. Not much for words. Though, usually when he does speak, he has a few wise things to say. Though he's not one to cause a fight, he'd be willing to help a friend/comrad in battle. He's impressingly loyal and hardworking at anything that he does. Once his mind is set, his heart follows. He's deeply affectionate, but is shy at first meetings, yet can warm up quickly to other dragons.
Background Story: As a childe, Sin was hated by his father. He had been blamed for Skirm's death (Skirm being his younger brother) when, in reality, it had all been nature's doing. His mother mourned for Skirm's death (right now it's unknown ^^;)and eventually died of heart break many years later while Sin was just twenty years old.
His father loathed him even more now that Sin had, not only taken his son, but had also taken his mate. His father's name was Bane. His mother's name was Aki. Bane fled the terra, abandoning little Sin by his lonesome. But without a word, Sin flapped his own wings and fled as well after watching Bane's silhouette dissappear in the horizon.
Year later, he joined the Lightening Clan to help aid in their battles with the Air clan. (sorry this sucks eggs! I wasn't particularily sure about this part, so please correct my mistakes. ^^)
Roleplay Example: The lunate midnight smile gleamed down upon Sin as if he were the moon's own pride and joy. A feeling Sin had never experience in his younger days. The cloud shrouded sky couldn't cover the bright stars that were only little white specks compared to the moon. The slight night time breeze caressed his shiny scales and his tail slithered about freely and subconsciously as he gawked at the sky, his white eyes glazed and lazed. A low hiss escaped his throat, followed by a purr of delight and a ruffle of his crown spikes. He liked it when the wind blew gently.
Tightening his muscles, he stood on his fours, after sitting there daydreaming, he stretched, letting out a bellowing yawn which appeared to be more of a roar. His bones popped with pleasure and he unfolded his wings, expanding them exceptionally wide and flapping them a few times for excerise. He looked to his side, the ginormous Lighting Clan tree resting peacefully and undistrurbed by his noise.
His snout turned back toward the sky and his orbs held onto the moon once more as he attempted to fly into the sky.
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