HARLET___crossyourheart

[Kaze.]

Name: Harlet

Gender: Male

Race: Dragon

Age: Harlet's species of dragon have a rather short life span in comparison to others, and as of now, he is only 203 years old, the equivalent of a young adult in human years.

Job: He's unemployed at the moment. xD

Description:
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Let's start at the top, shall we? Harlet has, by dragon standards, very feminine qualities. This, in it of itself, alienates him from many of his kind. He processes rather refined features, a quality not normally found in male dragons. While being born with a palpable aura of elegance about them would immaculate any other male, Harlet seems to don it with a sense of pride. His head is rather small, beginning with a stout, tapered muzzle and filling out into a wide-set cranium. Small spines haphazardly line his chin and jawline. Soft, feather-like scales sprout forth on the crest of his head and continue down his spine, transforming somewhere along the way to large, hooked spikes. Perhaps most noticeable, however, are the two large horns that follow the curve of his nape for about a foot before ending in a knife-like point. His various horns and spikes rarely, if ever, serve a purpose. They are mostly there for show; perhaps to make him seem more menacing.

All in all, Harlet has a distinct aura of haughty sophistication about him; if only he had the personality to match. His scales are colored with a uniform navy blue, and possess a metallic shimmer that makes him look almost as if he is made of steel. The swarthy sapphire hue that makes up most of his body gradually blends to a more lustrous cream as the color continues to blanket his his underside. The various horns and spikes that mottle his body are colored a light, pearled silver, and are actually made up of a type of rare ivory, similar to an elephant's tusks.

Harlet's lazuli eyes are small and almond shaped, set high on his crown as most predators' are. They're color is most peculiar and magnificent; as if the ocean was smashed by the hands of the Gods themselves into each slitted pupil. The steely blue is laced with flecks of an interesting stormy gray in which centers around the iris. His head continues out to form his naturally arched nape; thick with the bulge of muscle and elongated, his neck further elevates his graceful frame. Further down is his torso. Much like his neck, his general build is dense, and is made up almost entirely of sinuous muscle. His massive strength allows him to use his wings to their fullest ability, resulting in some extremely aerobatic moves at his disposal.

Harlet's legs are compact and stocky, and are not designed to run long distances or at fast speeds. He never fails to look awkward and uncoordinated whilst attempting to move at a swift pace. No, rather, they are incredibly adept to maneuvering about whilst air born, and are perfect for aiding his tail with the task of keeping balance while performing in-flight tricks such as barrel rolls, loops, or hair-pin turns. His claws are reminiscent of a prehistoric creature's, with four inch, razored talons sprouting from curled, raptor-like toes. He uses them primarily for grabbing and tearing flesh while hunting, although they are remarkably helpful in any form of battle. His teeth, much like his claws, are serrated and sharper than most knives, though with his rather docile persona, they are rarely used for purposeful murder.

Attached to his body are his wings; enormous plumed limbs that arch about his spine and cascade down around his sides in a waterfall of deep blue feathers. Unlike many others of his species, his wings are not webbed, further isolating him from his kind. Last but not least, Harlet's tail. A blessing in disguise, his tail is perhaps his greatest attribute. As long as his body and just as strong, his tail is both a steering mechanism and a battering ram. Lethal, piercing spikes line the contours of his tail, making it just another weapon in his arsenal of defenses.

Personality: Meet Harlet. A dragon not noble by any stretch of the imagination, he is, quite literally, a living contradiction. Standing at the height of a double decker bus and layered in blankets of sinewy muscle, many would classify him as a colossal beast capable and willing to tear your jugular from your body without a moment's pause. Of course, this is quite the laughable statement, considering his personality. Shy and insecure in the best and worst of times, his cordial and overall submissive behaviors render him utterly useless in the art of combat. Don't be mistaken, however; Harlet is a remarkably dangerous beast, and can crush an average sized human with little effort.

Amid the many trials of growing up as a confused and unstereotypic young dragon, he has molded his ways and feelings around deception. Able to put up a near impenetrable facade of chivalric valiance, Harlet has lived through his days as if on cruise control; living an unhappy and disconnected lie. He is a master at manipulation and can tell falsities through his teeth better than anyone he knows. He has to, of course, to get by in a world where dragons are typically shifty and coy creatures who exude an intriguing amount of mysteriousness. The dragon most see when first meeting Harlet is an articulate, outspoken individual with a casual disinterest in everything around him, whilst inside his metaphorical 'shell', he is clambering about trying to piece together the next sentence, trying to continue his false identity.

Through his many faults, however, lays a good and pure heart. Willing and ready to serve any who cross his path, Harlet is known to get rather attached to creatures who are willing to befriend him; particularly humans. The idea of their soft flesh and yielding, malleable bones sends him into a protective fervor, and, much like an anxious mother, he will crush and destroy anyone or anything that poses a threat. Passive to the idea of serving one person or creature, he is often looked down upon by other dragons for being too agreeable. Transportation has never been too much of a question to him, and whether you'd like to ride him in battle or to just get from point A to point B, he is equally acquiescent. Either way, he views his dignity and reputation as a trivial thing.

It is not to be said that he is tame, however. The dragon does all that he does on his own accord; if a task is forced upon him, he will surely rebel with all his strength. He has a remarkably short fuse; anger him, and he will make sure you regret it. Although he suppresses it, within his heart is a very trace amount of cruelness; it is unearthed rarely, but when it is, the dragon is ready and willing to deal out as much pain as possible, until you are clawing at your eyes to make the sweet peace of death come all the more sooner.
Of course, everyone has skeletons in their closet, don't they?

That's all good and well, but with the attention span of a goldfish and an unfailing ability to forget the simplest of things, irony seems to be the predominant factor in Harlet's rather hectic life. How many times has he been reminded of a dragon's unmistakable valor? Of their unfaltering courage? One time too many. Harlet has been making a dramatic return, and as of recently, he has proven his enormous potential to be an exorbitant and deadly weapon. Though until he is truly able to accept this fact, his talents will most surely lay dormant.

History: Delving into Harlet's history is not a trying task, mainly because his past is very shallow, and shrouded in mystery. A scarce amount of people know his younger days; Harlet himself can barely recall it. His parent's names and faces are lost to the confines of his subconsciousness, and no matter how desperately he attempts to bring them to the surface of his mind, he always fails. Some say it's his forgetful nature in which curses him with his unknown past; he feels it is something deeper and meaningful. At least, he hopes. It would be a crushing disappointment in himself to find that it is his own weaknesses in which inhibit him from knowing who he truly came from.

What he doesn't recall is awakening, alone, the shattered pieces of his egg strewn across the ground, coldness clinging to his shivering scales. Even being born in the Adel'Rozen fire kingdom, the air seemed oddly chilled and desolate. From then on, it was only him. He grew rapidly, as most dragons do, and learned to survive by a somewhat affective method of trial and error. He was purely innocent during those developing years, hunting small rats or insects to satisfy his growing hunger. He learned to defend himself quite by accident, as he learned many other skills. As he matured and grew in size, he began to find the massive cities of his fire nation home to be unsuiting. No matter how deftly he could maneuver his massive bulk, the streets and alleyways provided no privacy for the young dragon, and everywhere he wandered, whispers followed like an unshakable scent.

Hence, he left, abandoning his former home and setting out in the world to quench his intense wanderlust and perhaps, if he was lucky enough, a home that could accommodate his growing needs. He traveled far and long, crossing many lands and experiencing many new sensations and characters along the way. It was when he was almost full grown that he stumbled upon the Ruelle forest; the peaceful silence of the wind through the massive moss-coated trunks soothed his wandering heart, and he settled in the enormous forest. To this day he resides there, although such an adventurous young dragon can not be kept in one place for long. He often drifts from nation to nation exploring all of Udonia with eager eyes. This is the way he lives his life; this is the way in which suits him best.

Weapons/Powers: Much like any normal dragon, Harlet has the ability to breath fire. Besides this very useful power, he has a wide arsenal of defenses, all of which are natural. His claws, teeth, various spikes, and sheer weight are all used to defeat any known enemy.

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Accepted~! :3