X

"My name is simple. How are you struggling that badly to understand it?"

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Actual Name:
Amyntas

Name Meaning:
Defender [Greek]

Preferred Name:
X

Nicknames:
Creepy Bastard [By Many]
Open

Addressed As:
Supreme Lord of Protection, King X [By Himself]
Mr. X

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Age:
Uncertain

Gender:
Male

Pronouns:
He/Him

Sexuality:
Amuse Him

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Band or Crew:
Crew

Role:
Bodyguard

Species:
Dragon/Ladon Descendant

It's hard to explain it, but X is the descendant of Ladon. Yes, that Ladon. The multi-headed dragon who guarded the golden apples before his untimely demise by a certain someone. Unbeknownst to everyone, the body of the felled dragon fused with the ground and birthed another. Over time, the Ladon kin flew to many places to find a worthy civilization to defend or a person until death.

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Human Appearance:
[credits to 光头老泥菇 @ neka.cc]

X's aura is heavy and strangely gives you the odd sensation of ever-increasing bloodlust. His face always has a vexed expression with hunger in his eyes, as if shunning you for offending him. He has the presence of a fierce warrior, his eyes always scouting for potential victims in what he considers his games. His sinister presence sways others away from him if they have weak willpower, but to beings attracted to his crude aura, it'll pull them towards him like a magnet. It's jokingly said that he's the embodiment of warfare and unrelenting rage, which could be true, considering his heritage. It doesn't help his reputation that his height is 6'8, towering over most of the population, and he smirks in pleasure at their fear of him. Strangely, his presence would go unnoticed unless he's up close and personal, causing the poor victim a scare when they finally detect him. Covering him from head to toe are scars in various sizes from battles he was in many years ago; strangely, he's always eager to receive more.

His body is a hulking form of muscles, with his flesh having the textures of tiny, hard-to-see scales. If you were to stroke your fingers along his skin, it would feel scaly, like that of a lizard. X concentrates on his physical state, often seen lifting heavy weights to increase his bodily strength. He has a broad chest, and below is an 8-pack with a small amount of bodily hair. He has rounded shoulders, seemingly carved out of unbreakable stone. Under said shoulders are a pair of well-formed arms and curvaceous muscles, with his veins hidden unless he's angered or using his powers. The form of his body is detailed to the brim, like that of a marbled greek statue. Each time he flexes, you can see the veins and muscles shift under his skin without struggle. His back is heavily toned and seems to formulate a face of a dragon, with the muscles on his back apparent. X's legs are robust from the hip down. Each time he walks, you can spot the amount of power he has in his steps. If he tries hard enough, he could crack the floor below him. With his size, he's extremely slow and lacks swiftness. His strength is his bodily strength and extreme durability to most attacks. It'll take a couple of hits to knock him down, but those who specialize in stamina could probably outlast him in a battle. X's nails are naturally black, appearing normal like your typical humans until he unsheathes his talons to rip your throat out. It's the same thing with his nails on his toes, appearing normal until he needs them for a battle. Rest in peace to all the shoes he destroyed.

The form of X's face is breathtaking yet intimidating to gaze upon. He has the sinister, relentless appearance of someone who's a natural-born warrior. He has exposed cheekbones with slightly rounded cheeks, causing a perfect transition between the two. He has a narrow forehead, with his jawline sharp and detailed. Despite its roughness, something is charming about it. Is it punchable? You can punch him, but he won't feel a thing and would grin at you mockingly. The lower half of his face is free of facial hair, with his well-muscled throat containing an Adam's Apple. His eyes are narrowed, with his gaze alone causing your spine to quiver. The color of his eyes was an illuminating amber, close to shimmering gold, with no sign of pupils within them. His eyebrows are well-trimmed and have a hard-angled arch to them. X's nose is Greek, with a small scratch across the bridge of his nose. His ears are sharpened, with his ears missing a few pieces from previous battles. Located on his left earlobe are his two piercings.

The final detail about this hunk of man is his hair that reaches halfway down his back. It has a beautiful glossy sheen, with his hair seemingly made out of silk. The feeling of his hair is soft, able to rake your fingers aimlessly through the luscious locks of X's. The color of his hair is that of midnight, an unsettling pitch black with no other pigmentation seen within it. Whenever he's busy, he will tie his hair into a messy bun, not wanting to block his vision when he's busy pummeling someone to the ground.

Dragon Appearance:
[credits to Bundora @ picrew.me]

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Personality:
Aggressively-Protective • Obedient Unless Angered • Hot-Tempered • Alert • Confident • Dutiful • Independent • Loyal • Lustful • Observant • Strong • Competitive • Crisp • Well-Groomed • Proud • Solitary • Argumentive • Devious • Possessive • Unfriendly • Territorial • Unprincipled • Distrustful • Dark Humored

X is hard to befriend, given his aggressive nature towards anything breathing or unbreathing. No one knows why he's like this, not even the man who'll break your neck. Perhaps it's due to his species? Whatever the case, his antagonistic personality tends to push others away, which is a good thing in his eyes. X has a hard time trusting others, which causes his rage to burn even more when someone dares to attempt to befriend him. He's quick to anger, either by breathing too hard or you accidentally bumping into him. If you somehow managed to get along with his man, then you've been blessed by the God of Luck. However, just because you're friends doesn't mean he'll blindly follow or listen to you. For his term, becoming friends define you're a stranger he doesn't want to kill. So. . .congratulations. I guess.

His manners are different when he's with the person he's protecting, and you can see it. His sense of protection grew ever strong being with them. When you think his patience when he's alone is terrible. When he's with his person, his tolerance towards anything is horrible. You can touch him, and you'll get a slap on the hand. Being in the presence of his master, on the other hand, will result in you attending your funeral. X's attitude toward them isn't bad compared to strangers, yet there linger in the back of his mind. He will follow his master's commands, albeit with a bit of reluctance depending on the order. From others' perspectives, it would appear that he has formulated an obsession with them.

Lastly, X is highly solitary, seeing socializing as draining and unbearable. You'll see him lurking in the corner, observing the people around him like they're a bunch of prey waiting to be hunted. His eyes are alert when he examines someone, with lingering glares of mistrust and hatred seething within his pupiless orbs. This doesn't help with his territorial nature, with X growing pissed off the longer you remain in "his" area. Another slap on your wrist is his possessiveness over things he considered his: items, buildings, people, or food. Touch what he deems as his belongings, then you'll get swallowed whole by the angry dragon.

Likes:
•Apples
•Fighting
•Scaring Others
•Compeition
•The Stars
•Napping
•Soft Things
•Warm, Quiet Places
•Certain People
•Money

Dislikes:
•Wannabe Heroes
•Crowds
•Dating/Flirting/Falling In Love
•Coldness
•Makeup
•Closed Spaces
•Loud Noises
•Surprises
•Waking Early
•Terrible Jokes

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Relationship Status?:
Single

Exes:
Nada

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Kin:
Ladon Bloodline [Close Relatives]
Other Dragons [Distant Relatives]
Deianira [Mother]
12 Siblings

Affiliations:
Open, PM me

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Other:
He has a Greek accent. He can speak Latin if needed.

Name: Emery Maharaj

Age: 22

Gender: Non-binary

Band or crew: Crew

Role: Sound Effects

Species: Human + Something Else (having decided but it’s not important since they can’t do anything special :p)

Personality: Emery is a complicated person. They are always looking for chaos and trouble with their friends, mischievous schemes and daring pranks are never far when Emery is around. Being a natural born leader, they can easily convince anyone they are right and their charisma convinces those around them to join in on their crafty plots and devious plans. Despite their charming appeal, Emery can be a bit stubborn and aggressive, leading many not to become close with Emery. Those that do get over the hurtle of Emery’s short-temper and overconfidence, however, will be pleasantly surprised with how gentle Emery can be. Once Emery has made a friend, they will defend them to the very end especially if they think anyone is going to hurt them. Emery has a… tendency to be quick to jump the gun and assume that people are going to hurt the ones they care about. Then again, Emery is quick to jump the gun in all circumstances.

Emery absolutely does not care in the slightest what people think of them, freely jamming out to whatever song they are listening to in the subways, loudly talking about subjects that some would find to be embarrassing, and having absolutely zero filter in any circumstances. Emery may seem like a rude jerk a lot of the time, but they are just about the most truthful person imaginable because they a) do not see the need in lying and b) do not care about hurting said person’s feelings with the truth. If they have an opinion, they will say it without hesitation if prompted. Of course, if their primary ability tells Emery it would be better to lie slightly, Emery will do so.

Because of how Emery was raised by their military family, Emery greatly dislikes any form of authority trying to control them, thus why they elect themself as leader to most things. Emery, whether by their own, subconscious intentions or pure random circumstance, surrounds themself with people who tend to be followers so Emery is very accustomed to leading the masses so long as they refrain from being too abrasive. While it may sound like Emery buries themself in “yes-men,” those they are closest to are those Emery tends to disagree with a lot because Emery likes them more for their honesty. Afterall, Emery is honest with everyone so they would expect the same in return. If not… well… to lie to Emery is to start Armageddon.

While Emery does not often fall easily in-love with others, when they do fall, they fall hard. Absolutely gushing over the person constantly to friends, it might take them time to actually realize their feelings. However, as soon as they do realize their feelings, they will be quick to act upon them and immediately try to ask said person out. Emery is very comfortable being in relationships and does not get embarrassed easily so they are definitely one to toss compliments and praise towards their partner.

Song-writing and journal-drawing, Emery is very creative when it comes to inventing new art. Coming up with tiny lyrical masterpieces on their mini-synth or writing their most recent adventures into their overflowing journal are some of the only things that calm Emery down when in a fit of rage. If Emery is stressed by something, they’ll break out either their instrument and book, sit down away from anyone else, and just relax. Outside of these two areas, Emery’s creativity continues to grow when their mind isn’t clouded with anger or frustration. Playing brain puzzles on their phone for years on end has positive effects, doesn’t it? Although, if Emery comes up with their own solution for once instead of relying on others and said solution doesn’t work, Emery will immediately shut themself off, going quiet as they repeatedly bash themself for not being able to do anything but rely on their power.

Appearance: Standing at five foot seven, Emery has a fairly skinny upper body because they hate it when they grow lots of muscles and look overly masculine. To overcome this fact, Emery has powerful legs that are long and that allow them to deliver strong blows to enemies and run quickly away from them if need be. Emery’s overall body is a square shape with their shoulders and waist equal in length to one another that is an uncomfortable body to have in Emery’s mind; however, Emery's thighs and legs are becoming stronger and bigger which Emery is fairly proud of. Their skin is a pale almond that is smooth and soft to the touch especially compared to their hands which are tougher than the rest of their skin. Their hands are rough and the skin by their black painted nails is scabbed and wounded from the number of times Emery has scratched at them while blankly staring off. As for body hair, Emery has none of it. Other than their eyebrows, eyelashes, and hair, Emery detests all other forms of hair on their body because they hate how it makes them look.

Speaking of hair though, Emery’s hair is bleached white on the exterior with a dark brown interior and roots. Their fluffy hair comes down just below their chin which has a sharper jawline. They do have soft brown eyes that are rarely seen thanks to piercing glares or sharp eyeliner. Compared to their constant wicked grins and occasionally sly smirks that reveal jagged teeth they had inherited from their Pops, their eyes are incredibly soft. Their cheeks grow a rosy red when they blush which is then just enough to make out a faint, small scar on their right cheek. Also on their cheeks are small gold flakes that decorate them with an illustrious shine. Although these flakes are more present on their face, they also appear on Emery’s ears, shoulders, arms, back, and in other random areas of their body.

Emery’s clothes tend to vary depending on their mood, but their outfits tend to be relatively the same. The two outfits Emery tends to wear the most often are relatively similar. Wearing a white button up under a baggy, black sweater that has a soft interior, Emery likes to wear a plaid red skirt that stops just above their knees. Beneath their skirt are long black and white striped socks and midknight army boots that they also wear with their other outfit. When they don’t feel like wearing a skirt, Emery will wear their gray hoodie with ripped sleeves and baggy khakis. Of course, Emery will always wear their stud earrings; although, they will sometimes be covered in their large headphones covered in stickers so much so that its original color is not visible. Emery also carries a small red backpack with the left strap torn off. Inside is a mini-synth Emery received from a friend when they were younger, a super secret journal, and a few other random assortments. Oh and how could they forget about their simple gold necklace with a tiny four-pointed star pendant: a gift from their surrogate mother when Emery turned ten.

Relationship status: Single but not in a rush to date

Sexuality: Demi, Poly, + Panromantic

Other: