Post by thyme on Feb 1, 2011 4:30:20 GMT -5
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[/center]Hey! I go by Thyme. I am eighteen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for just over 10 years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have zero characters on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by PM, skype, msn, email.
Name: Thyme Laurel Warren
Nickname: Tom
Age: Seventeen
Gender: male
Sexuality: Gay
Member Group: Demigod Senior, Student Council President, Son of Chronos
Appearance: Tom has somewhat longish dark brown hair, it falls just above his shoulders in length and is straight in style. His eyes are a dark brown, with flecks of hazel, and ringed with somewhat dark lashes. He stands at just under 6 foot in height, and weighs around 150-165lbs, most of it being lean muscle rather than just body mass. He has pale skin as he tends to burn when he goes out into the sun, and a very pleasant smile.
Personality: Considered a bit shy and 'withdrawn' Thyme is a rather unique sort of individual. He is both kind and cold at the same time, preferring to keep to his own company than spend time with others. He's slowly gotten better over the years at Richmond, learning how to use his powers and to better himself, but he still puts up a barrier to keep others out. To make matters worse, he's homosexual, and he's sure that if others found out he'd be laughed at or bullied for it. So he keeps to himself mostly. If someone is ever able to befriend him, he lets himself relax a little, and can hold conversation quite easily, but still prefers to keep his distance from others as much as possible.
Romance is not on his radar at the moment, but that doesn't deny the fact that he has urges. He does find males attractive, but is way to shy to make the first move. As Student Council President, he is trying his hardest to show others that he can efficiently help make changes around the school.
Likes: Studying, reading, the rain, most types of music, chocolate icecream.
Dislikes: People who procrastinate, those who waste time, stupidity, people getting too close too quickly, some of the other demigods who pick on him.
Mother: Elizabeth Jennifer Warren, 41, primary school teacher in England
Father: Chronos, unknown, God of Time
Siblings: None
Pets: An owl named Archimedes
History: Born in London, England, Thyme had no idea of his true heritage until his mother told him at the age of 14, the first year he started attending Richmond High. With the knowledge that he is one of the sons of the Time God, Chronos, and knowing full well there are many other Demis within the school grounds, he took to his studies and passed each year with top marks. This is his last year, and he almost can't wait for school to be over, even if he is considering becoming a member of the student council.
Code Word: -removed by admin-
Roleplay Post
Often as the sun began to descend in the sky, sending rays of almost blood colored light piercing through cloud and horizon in the process, many dragons stirred. While not all were nocturnal, there were a select few that slept during the day until late afternoon, and then others that slept from late afternoon till midnight, only to rise and spend the night and most of the next day going about their business. The monarchs, however, had very short sleeping spans. Many prefered to stay awake for as long as possible, to keep an eye on their kingdoms, and to keep their own subjects under control. And during a time of war where even dragon was put against dragon, no one could be trusted.
Thierry knew this. It was one of the reasons he'd left his deep underwater kingdom to walk above the water's surface, where the air was thin and the sun was bright, so he could do his part and swear his allegience. It had taken him much deliberation to finally decide that Helieon had been the best of the two human kingdoms for him to ally himself with. They were NOT seeking to eradicate all life, unlike the Phirus royal family and those who allied themselves with the kingdom of Phirus. It made him sick to his stomach when he thought of how many dragons had aligned themselves with the Talith royals. He knew the truces between the dragons had been wearing thin - interspecies warring had already started, years before the humans had decided to do battle with each other, and this war between Helieon and Phirus only made things worse.
He had heard that one of the young royals from Helieon was coming to seek those who had sided with his kingdom, namely Thierry, monarch of the noble and intelligent aquatic dragons that lived deep beneath the ocean. He was the only monarch to be found in allegience to Helieon in the Sheer Cliffs, the others were on their usual routes through Pangoria. A great screech broke the elder dragon's concentration, and he lifted his head to gaze from the mouth of the cave he'd been sitting in. Sitting and thinking. Something that Thierry did best. Eyes the color of molten silver scanned the distance, before he finally saw what had broken his thoughts and stirred him from deep meditation. Dragons allied with Phirus had discovered the young prince of Helieon and his men, and were violently trying to throw them from the rocks into the water. He watched for just a moment longer, as he watched a shadow dragon wheel around to dive for the figure that had just been thrown from his horse. Even though there was a great distance between them, Thierry could tell instantly this was the young prince Azrael. A resounding roar left the water monarch as he tore at the amulet around his throat, a magical artifact given to him by a witch some many years ago - an amulet that kept him human for as long as he wore it, and as soon as it was removed he'd be able to turn back into his true form, a slender yet large ivory dragon with shimmering aqua scales. He dove from the cave, letting his talons skim over the water's surface as he ducked and weaved through the jagged rocks that made up part of the Sheer Cliffs, before he took to the rock wall, barely brushing the rocky face as he flew up, catching the shadow dragon mid flight. Talons dug into ebony scales, tearing weak flesh and shattering bones as a large jaw closed around the shadow dragon's neck. The shadow dragon screeched out in pain and fought back, knocking Thierry against one of the rock walls, earning a roar of pain as one of the monarch's wings tore. The two dragons fought violently, until finally, with blood dripping from a tore shoulder, Thierry forced the shadow dragon to the ground, on the peak of a cliff not far from the island where they'd attacked the prince.
"You impudent whelp!" Thierry growled out in their own draconic language, talons sinking into the younger dragon's throat as he attempted to throw Thierry off. "You should show respect to a monarch, even if it is not your own." The shadow dragon gave Thierry a dirty look and threw the monarch off him again, rising to stand on his back legs as he let out a mighty roar, a roar that shook the ground. "Who are you to command me...You are of the Water, old one. I am of Shadow. There is no comparison..."
Something in Thierry's eyes changed, and he stepped forward, talons digging into hard stone as his silver hues focused on the black dragon, watching him, waiting. The shadow dragon glared, before shock and confusion passed through the younger dragon's eyes and he stepped back. As he walked, Thierry's scales were slowly changing - white with a shimmering aqua to each one, were becoming dark as the smoky scales that covered his own body, and then even darker - as dark as the blackest night's sky. Taking his moment, Thierry caught the shadow dragon unawares and pinned him, jaws snapping closed around an already injured neck. The shadow dragon let out a mighty screech, before a gurgle left him and he went limp. The monarch glared deeply at the lifeless dragon, before his head turned towards the unconscious Azrael, the only one to remain after the shadow dragon's attack. It took all but a moment for him to collect the young blonde in his claws, making sure his talons didn't cut the prince's soft flesh to ribbons as he returned to the cave he'd called home for the past month. He placed the prince down on a bed of straw, making sure he was still alive before he searched for his amulet, speaking in dark draconic as his body began to shift, a groan of pain leaving him as the extent of his injuries sent pain through his body.
He'd just put the amulet around his neck when he felt a blade rise to his throat. He should've heard the prince wake, and stand, but preoccupied by his injuries, he hadn't even noticed. Thierry raised his hands, his eyes meeting those of the prince as he let a wry smile meet his lips. "Really, do you attack all your saviors, young prince?" His voice was deep, perhaps caused by the fact that he was not really a human, but a 'dragon in sheeps clothing', and his movements slow as he took a step back, pushing the blade away at the same time before he turned. "I am Thierry Acelet, monarch to the great dragons who dwell beneath the sea, and one of your allies, Prince Azrael of Helieon. A pleasure, it is, to finally meet you... your brother speaks of you often. Now, are you injured?" That was a funny question, he mused, as he brought his hand up to rub his own shoulder. Blood had already started to seep through the thin material of his tunic, and as he pulled his hand back to examine it, he noticed the way his palm seemed to be coated in the thick substance.
Thierry knew this. It was one of the reasons he'd left his deep underwater kingdom to walk above the water's surface, where the air was thin and the sun was bright, so he could do his part and swear his allegience. It had taken him much deliberation to finally decide that Helieon had been the best of the two human kingdoms for him to ally himself with. They were NOT seeking to eradicate all life, unlike the Phirus royal family and those who allied themselves with the kingdom of Phirus. It made him sick to his stomach when he thought of how many dragons had aligned themselves with the Talith royals. He knew the truces between the dragons had been wearing thin - interspecies warring had already started, years before the humans had decided to do battle with each other, and this war between Helieon and Phirus only made things worse.
He had heard that one of the young royals from Helieon was coming to seek those who had sided with his kingdom, namely Thierry, monarch of the noble and intelligent aquatic dragons that lived deep beneath the ocean. He was the only monarch to be found in allegience to Helieon in the Sheer Cliffs, the others were on their usual routes through Pangoria. A great screech broke the elder dragon's concentration, and he lifted his head to gaze from the mouth of the cave he'd been sitting in. Sitting and thinking. Something that Thierry did best. Eyes the color of molten silver scanned the distance, before he finally saw what had broken his thoughts and stirred him from deep meditation. Dragons allied with Phirus had discovered the young prince of Helieon and his men, and were violently trying to throw them from the rocks into the water. He watched for just a moment longer, as he watched a shadow dragon wheel around to dive for the figure that had just been thrown from his horse. Even though there was a great distance between them, Thierry could tell instantly this was the young prince Azrael. A resounding roar left the water monarch as he tore at the amulet around his throat, a magical artifact given to him by a witch some many years ago - an amulet that kept him human for as long as he wore it, and as soon as it was removed he'd be able to turn back into his true form, a slender yet large ivory dragon with shimmering aqua scales. He dove from the cave, letting his talons skim over the water's surface as he ducked and weaved through the jagged rocks that made up part of the Sheer Cliffs, before he took to the rock wall, barely brushing the rocky face as he flew up, catching the shadow dragon mid flight. Talons dug into ebony scales, tearing weak flesh and shattering bones as a large jaw closed around the shadow dragon's neck. The shadow dragon screeched out in pain and fought back, knocking Thierry against one of the rock walls, earning a roar of pain as one of the monarch's wings tore. The two dragons fought violently, until finally, with blood dripping from a tore shoulder, Thierry forced the shadow dragon to the ground, on the peak of a cliff not far from the island where they'd attacked the prince.
"You impudent whelp!" Thierry growled out in their own draconic language, talons sinking into the younger dragon's throat as he attempted to throw Thierry off. "You should show respect to a monarch, even if it is not your own." The shadow dragon gave Thierry a dirty look and threw the monarch off him again, rising to stand on his back legs as he let out a mighty roar, a roar that shook the ground. "Who are you to command me...You are of the Water, old one. I am of Shadow. There is no comparison..."
Something in Thierry's eyes changed, and he stepped forward, talons digging into hard stone as his silver hues focused on the black dragon, watching him, waiting. The shadow dragon glared, before shock and confusion passed through the younger dragon's eyes and he stepped back. As he walked, Thierry's scales were slowly changing - white with a shimmering aqua to each one, were becoming dark as the smoky scales that covered his own body, and then even darker - as dark as the blackest night's sky. Taking his moment, Thierry caught the shadow dragon unawares and pinned him, jaws snapping closed around an already injured neck. The shadow dragon let out a mighty screech, before a gurgle left him and he went limp. The monarch glared deeply at the lifeless dragon, before his head turned towards the unconscious Azrael, the only one to remain after the shadow dragon's attack. It took all but a moment for him to collect the young blonde in his claws, making sure his talons didn't cut the prince's soft flesh to ribbons as he returned to the cave he'd called home for the past month. He placed the prince down on a bed of straw, making sure he was still alive before he searched for his amulet, speaking in dark draconic as his body began to shift, a groan of pain leaving him as the extent of his injuries sent pain through his body.
He'd just put the amulet around his neck when he felt a blade rise to his throat. He should've heard the prince wake, and stand, but preoccupied by his injuries, he hadn't even noticed. Thierry raised his hands, his eyes meeting those of the prince as he let a wry smile meet his lips. "Really, do you attack all your saviors, young prince?" His voice was deep, perhaps caused by the fact that he was not really a human, but a 'dragon in sheeps clothing', and his movements slow as he took a step back, pushing the blade away at the same time before he turned. "I am Thierry Acelet, monarch to the great dragons who dwell beneath the sea, and one of your allies, Prince Azrael of Helieon. A pleasure, it is, to finally meet you... your brother speaks of you often. Now, are you injured?" That was a funny question, he mused, as he brought his hand up to rub his own shoulder. Blood had already started to seep through the thin material of his tunic, and as he pulled his hand back to examine it, he noticed the way his palm seemed to be coated in the thick substance.
