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» “What makes you think you can touch me? I am a beauty of nature!” «
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▪ [ Name | Xion

▪ [ Nickname | Sparkle, Beautiful

▪ [ Birthday | June 7th

▪ [ Physical Age | 28

▪ [ Human Height / Weight | 6'1" / 234lbs

▪ [ Gender Association | Male

▪ [ Sexual Orientation | Bisexual

▪ [ Relationship status | Single
» D R A G O N I N F O R M A T I O N «

[ Age | Size / Type | Element(s) | Time Period | Home Region ]

[ 1 6 8 0 | 6 / M i d | N a t u r e + G e m | 3 3 9 A D | C a n a d a ]

⬎► [ N o t a b l e A b i l i t i e s ]• [ Nature Spirit ] Defensive | AOE ||With this skill, Xion can do a variety of things with the plants around him. Being attuned to plant life, he can locate, identify, transform, and even gain energy from his fellow plants. His bond with plants is very strong, often able to 'feel' them, this is a bit weaker but he still has this gut feeling or intuition towards it. Xion also can gain energy from the sun to aid him if he is weak.• [ Seismic Energy ] Offensive | Wide Range ||Can shake and shift the ground beneath him. Xion often uses this skill to deter people or for hiding... he doesn't enjoy hurting the nature around him if he doesn't have to.• [ Gem Collecter ] Passive | Targeted Range ||Has a strong affinity for stones and sometimes crafts them into little decorations. With this skill, he can locate specific gem stones in nature as well.⬎► [ S t r e n g t h s ]- Skilled in magic
- Quick in trees
- Durable, tough skin as if made of bamboo
- Regeneration: Yes
- Recovery Rate: Within the day
► [ W e a k n e s s e s ]- Slows down/Heavy when his magic is low
- Fire is very bad
- Often throws himself in the front lines
- Low stamina
- Don't work well with others

» B I O G R A P H Y «⬎
| Personality |

[ Strong-Minded ] [ Confident ] [ Vibrant ] [ Protective ] [ Clever ] [ Playful ]

[ Obnoxious ] [ Judgmental ] [ Reactive ] [ Selfish ] [ Fussy ] [ Rude ]

Xion is everything you might expect a cliché high school jock to be... without the unnecessary need to have a clingy girlfriend that worships him(although he probably would enjoy it.) He’s usually always on the move and very high on himself, years of seclusion did wonders on his delusional mind. Although, separating himself from others didn’t make him dumb, Xion understands the small digs toward him that often make him less forgiving; he knows he isn’t nice but why should he be? Xion feels scorned by the humans that consistently try to take away his forest, leaving him a protective and rather possessive guy... but only for the things that count. He knows he shouldn’t kill humans but he is quite xenophobic towards them from their actions.

On a good day Xion is really just a curious dragon in a world he never ventured out to see — it was never apart of his culture after all. He enjoys people watching, learning from small interactions very quickly and fast to bounce back at others whether it is an attack or fun and games. People would probably describe Xion as odd yet hard to talk to; Xion doesn’t have a lot of social manners which can frustrate people he is speaking to. If nothing... he can be frustrating on purpose to get a rise out of you. Xion has a sense of justice one might call twisted but he fully believes in it and who are you to say he is wrong?

⬎| History |

T I M E L I N E

➝ Xion is born to very beautiful and open forest in a more eastern part of Canada. Mother gave him this land and told him to flourish it with his magic when he was old enough.
➝ Eventually, she leaves and he learns his magic naturally over the centuries, creating a lush and deep wooded forest as the time passes.
➝ He makes a home of twisted trees in the middle of his forest, to hide and be secluded in nature, away from humans that he heard so badly about from his mother.
➝ Other then stealing some books and things from towns in the region, he doesn't make any contact with the outside world.
➝ One day he hears the terror of animals from his forest and notices there is humans trying to burn down his land. After blocking off the fire from the rest of the lush woods, he is enraged and tries to destroy them but he ends up unable to use his magic and falls to the ground— tranquilized and trapped.
➝ He only vague remembers flashes of being moved and scenery unlike his own, in and out from the tranquilizer they had used.
➝ They used a new tranquilizer after awhile as they ran out of the other one, but it was a mistake— Xion was immune to a part of this tranquilizer from it being from a natural substance. In his semi conscious state he had broken free of his constraints and managed to escape them.
➝ He didn't know this area... it was all foreign to him and smelled like the ocean, familiar of what he had read before in books and heard from his mother.
➝ Xion looked at the city before him and was curious... taking a big step to ignore his forest and explore this new terrain. After, seeing the great islands in the sky as if it called to him.

P E R S O N A L

Facing down at the beautiful small nestling, a mother dragon rests her head down by her child,

"Young one... you mustn't tangle with the human species... they will stop at nothing to abuse you." she was firm yet protective as her nestling looked at her with innocence burning in his eyes.

He was new to this world.

Unlike him, her words were wise and concise, "You are a great being that they do not understand— please serve your purpose and keep this land well, it will be a wonderful home for you to raise and grow."

Leaning down she nuzzled the young boy, "This is your duty— it had given you life, you must also give it life in return."

Life... mother always talked so fondly about it.

He couldn't speak the words but his eyes glowed with passion, he would dedicate himself to his mother's oath.

- - -

In the heart of a sizable valley laid a vast forest of birch and firs. Lakes and streams ran through the spring of the untouched land, a ways from rural communities that surrounded the mountainous rock shape. In the middle of this old and healthy forest was the home of a mother dragon and her small young fledgling that she raised and gave her wisdom to. This land had been manicured by her for many years, telling great tales to her son about the treacherous world outside; she told stories about his brave father that fought for them to have this small part of nature and many about the evil nature of humans.

Humans did no good to this world.
Humans are terrible creatures that just want to ruin the land with their technologies and 'advancements'.
Humans that destroyed their colony long ago, forcing them into hiding.

To her, there was no hope in a society that involved humans and the young dragon had no will to refuse her; he was amazed by her tales, looking up to her until the day that she had to leave him to continue her own journey. "This world is full of experiences that you will soon experience yourself as well young one. In that time, I too, hope you will find your own name and a purpose to hold dear." Unknown to him was how simple his life truly was. This small growing creature was left a playground of nature and caves, things to explore and dangers to discover and face head first. For him, he had rich curiosity that never left his side— not even for a moment.

Magic advanced quickly for the young boy, not yet enough to fly but enough to build trees, form mounds and small caverns of his own. No, he didn't have anybody to teach him but it was almost like he had an internal guide showing him the way. The thing he liked to do the most was make life, the world would be nothing without it after all... forming tall, sturdy trees, lush grass to leap through, and more paths for water to traverse. For a dragon like him, he was in heaven. There was times he wished that he could speak to his mother and show her what he was so prideful of, yet, there was no reason for her to come back. Her path was set as much as his was.

Yet his young mind always felt something missing... After all, he hadn't found his name. And to find a name was an intriguing concept.
What did this mean for him?

As soon as he could fly, the teenage explorer was soaring with birds, mapping his territory and seeing the small human tribes that scattered around his valley. He blocked their paths from entering the valley out of spite, this was his world, not theirs to take. The young dragon ignored the humans and stayed in his area, not realizing how much freedom he actually had. Sooner then later this forest became lush and full with his magic, grown wildly just as his personality was. He built a nest of twisting trees and called it home.

But... was it really home?
He completed his duty but where was his name? Was this not what he was meant to be?

Smoke in the distance.
Burning.
The distinct smell of hurting wildlife jolted him alive.

He flew to the source and saw what he had always scorned, humans. Setting his forest ablaze and killing the animals in the area with it. How dare they do this?! From a perch he came to aid the fire, shaking the ground to create a barrier so the fire did not spread. He pushed the nature away and went to protect his land from the intruders... but it didn't work. A sting to his thigh— his neck— a wing and he fell from the air in confusion... consciousness drifting into black.

It was hard to say when he was awake or asleep during this time or how long he was out for. A blur as the tranquilizer set into his body, slowing his heart and mind to a muddied paste. Times that he thought he was awake, all he could think of was what would happen to him... why was he alive at all if these humans were taking him away. He wondered what his home would look like when he got back to it— the home his mother gifted him. Would they kill him?

Another shot of tranquilizer.
He rested his head but this one did not have the same effect... it felt weak as if made by a natural property. He felt it.
The dragon wasn't able to understand his place in space but he thrashed and bashed anything in his vicinity, this poison did not work on him! He heard screams and felt his body start to get free. Yes! He flew off into the air, leaving behind him a tight tangle of vines they would never escape from. Of course, he crashed almost immediately after, he was still deeply effected by the things they injected him with so he waited.

The world he woke to was not his own. There was a human city in the distance... the thing his mother hated the most. It looked different then her explanation, it didn't look barbaric. He used ancient magic to transform himself into their shape, not taking any grief in beating one to take some 'clothing' so that he looked acceptable. After fitting in, he explored this very rigid land. Nothing was organic or natural and it was hot with all the tall homes, burning the small cracks of grass underneath this hard rocky substance.

His mother was right, humans are a mistake—
Wait.
What was that?
"Xion—" the person sounded frustrated but the only thing that rang out to him was the name Xion.

That had to be it. His name that his mother wanted him to find. But this meant his calling wasn't his valley... it was here.
Torn up inside the dragon went to the coast, an ocean he never seen before but heard much about. 'Xion' started to contemplate what this meant for him until he saw something in the sky. It compelled him to see it... was it also created by humans? Without a second thought, the nature dragon started to fly to this island, unknown of what would find him.

» E X T R A «
⬎▪ [ Likes
➝ The smell of morning dew
➝ All nature in all forms, he fervently watches and cares for plant life
➝ Making little crafts, cutting gemstones he makes into little shapes or animals
➝ Seclusion
➝ Learning about other things, can really be anything
➝ Bright sunny days at the lake

▪ [ Dislikes
➝ Xion detests humans
➝ Fire; although he does appreciate it at times
➝ Anything that causes plants to die prematurely
➝ People not understanding personal boundaries
➝ Greasy foods
➝ Artificial light
⬎▪ [ Trivia
➝ Often tries not to eat meat as long as he can or only if the animal is suffering.
➝ Never expect him to be nice to you unless you are a plant or some kind of magical entity.
➝ Doesn't enjoy big groups of people, makes him uncomfortable.
➝ Not really socialized by other people so he comes off as arrogant and rude.
➝ Has very high morals and spiritual beliefs.
➝ Really likes books.

» R O L E P L A Y Z O N E «
⬎▪ Username | Armota
▪ Discord | Armota#0035
▪ Timezone | ADT - Atlantic Daylight Time (-0300)
▪ RP Style | Paragraph or short paragraph. I won't continue RPs where I have to write a novel reply.

▪ Seeking | Carefree Script RP, Headcannons
▪ Don't Want | Heavy angst, extremely depressed characters, OC's dying or talking out of suicide, complete mental breaking, injuries that can't be healed from, no happy ending.

Description

Please do not use this format without my permission!
Edit: Updated picture!

» “What makes you think you can touch me? I am a beauty of nature!” «
⬎
▪ [ Name | Xion

▪ [ Nickname | Sparkle, Beautiful

▪ [ Birthday | June 7th

▪ [ Physical Age | 28

▪ [ Human Height / Weight | 6'1" / 234lbs

▪ [ Gender Association | Male

▪ [ Sexual Orientation | Bisexual

▪ [ Relationship status | Single
» D R A G O N I N F O R M A T I O N «

[ Age | Size / Type | Element(s) | Time Period | Home Region ]

[ 1 6 8 0 | 6 / M i d | N a t u r e + G e m | 3 3 9 A D | C a n a d a ]

⬎► [ N o t a b l e A b i l i t i e s ]• [ Nature Spirit ] Defensive | AOE ||With this skill, Xion can do a variety of things with the plants around him. Being attuned to plant life, he can locate, identify, transform, and even gain energy from his fellow plants. His bond with plants is very strong, often able to 'feel' them, this is a bit weaker but he still has this gut feeling or intuition towards it. Xion also can gain energy from the sun to aid him if he is weak.• [ Seismic Energy ] Offensive | Wide Range ||Can shake and shift the ground beneath him. Xion often uses this skill to deter people or for hiding... he doesn't enjoy hurting the nature around him if he doesn't have to.• [ Gem Collecter ] Passive | Targeted Range ||Has a strong affinity for stones and sometimes crafts them into little decorations. With this skill, he can locate specific gem stones in nature as well.⬎► [ S t r e n g t h s ]- Skilled in magic
- Quick in trees
- Durable, tough skin as if made of bamboo
- Regeneration: Yes
- Recovery Rate: Within the day
► [ W e a k n e s s e s ]- Slows down/Heavy when his magic is low
- Fire is very bad
- Often throws himself in the front lines
- Low stamina
- Don't work well with others

» B I O G R A P H Y «⬎
| Personality |

[ Strong-Minded ] [ Confident ] [ Vibrant ] [ Protective ] [ Clever ] [ Playful ]

[ Obnoxious ] [ Judgmental ] [ Reactive ] [ Selfish ] [ Fussy ] [ Rude ]

Xion is everything you might expect a cliché high school jock to be... without the unnecessary need to have a clingy girlfriend that worships him(although he probably would enjoy it.) He’s usually always on the move and very high on himself, years of seclusion did wonders on his delusional mind. Although, separating himself from others didn’t make him dumb, Xion understands the small digs toward him that often make him less forgiving; he knows he isn’t nice but why should he be? Xion feels scorned by the humans that consistently try to take away his forest, leaving him a protective and rather possessive guy... but only for the things that count. He knows he shouldn’t kill humans but he is quite xenophobic towards them from their actions.

On a good day Xion is really just a curious dragon in a world he never ventured out to see — it was never apart of his culture after all. He enjoys people watching, learning from small interactions very quickly and fast to bounce back at others whether it is an attack or fun and games. People would probably describe Xion as odd yet hard to talk to; Xion doesn’t have a lot of social manners which can frustrate people he is speaking to. If nothing... he can be frustrating on purpose to get a rise out of you. Xion has a sense of justice one might call twisted but he fully believes in it and who are you to say he is wrong?

⬎| History |

T I M E L I N E

➝ Xion is born to very beautiful and open forest in a more eastern part of Canada. Mother gave him this land and told him to flourish it with his magic when he was old enough.
➝ Eventually, she leaves and he learns his magic naturally over the centuries, creating a lush and deep wooded forest as the time passes.
➝ He makes a home of twisted trees in the middle of his forest, to hide and be secluded in nature, away from humans that he heard so badly about from his mother.
➝ Other then stealing some books and things from towns in the region, he doesn't make any contact with the outside world.
➝ One day he hears the terror of animals from his forest and notices there is humans trying to burn down his land. After blocking off the fire from the rest of the lush woods, he is enraged and tries to destroy them but he ends up unable to use his magic and falls to the ground— tranquilized and trapped.
➝ He only vague remembers flashes of being moved and scenery unlike his own, in and out from the tranquilizer they had used.
➝ They used a new tranquilizer after awhile as they ran out of the other one, but it was a mistake— Xion was immune to a part of this tranquilizer from it being from a natural substance. In his semi conscious state he had broken free of his constraints and managed to escape them.
➝ He didn't know this area... it was all foreign to him and smelled like the ocean, familiar of what he had read before in books and heard from his mother.
➝ Xion looked at the city before him and was curious... taking a big step to ignore his forest and explore this new terrain. After, seeing the great islands in the sky as if it called to him.

P E R S O N A L

Facing down at the beautiful small nestling, a mother dragon rests her head down by her child,

"Young one... you mustn't tangle with the human species... they will stop at nothing to abuse you." she was firm yet protective as her nestling looked at her with innocence burning in his eyes.

He was new to this world.

Unlike him, her words were wise and concise, "You are a great being that they do not understand— please serve your purpose and keep this land well, it will be a wonderful home for you to raise and grow."

Leaning down she nuzzled the young boy, "This is your duty— it had given you life, you must also give it life in return."

Life... mother always talked so fondly about it.

He couldn't speak the words but his eyes glowed with passion, he would dedicate himself to his mother's oath.

- - -

In the heart of a sizable valley laid a vast forest of birch and firs. Lakes and streams ran through the spring of the untouched land, a ways from rural communities that surrounded the mountainous rock shape. In the middle of this old and healthy forest was the home of a mother dragon and her small young fledgling that she raised and gave her wisdom to. This land had been manicured by her for many years, telling great tales to her son about the treacherous world outside; she told stories about his brave father that fought for them to have this small part of nature and many about the evil nature of humans.

Humans did no good to this world.
Humans are terrible creatures that just want to ruin the land with their technologies and 'advancements'.
Humans that destroyed their colony long ago, forcing them into hiding.

To her, there was no hope in a society that involved humans and the young dragon had no will to refuse her; he was amazed by her tales, looking up to her until the day that she had to leave him to continue her own journey. "This world is full of experiences that you will soon experience yourself as well young one. In that time, I too, hope you will find your own name and a purpose to hold dear." Unknown to him was how simple his life truly was. This small growing creature was left a playground of nature and caves, things to explore and dangers to discover and face head first. For him, he had rich curiosity that never left his side— not even for a moment.

Magic advanced quickly for the young boy, not yet enough to fly but enough to build trees, form mounds and small caverns of his own. No, he didn't have anybody to teach him but it was almost like he had an internal guide showing him the way. The thing he liked to do the most was make life, the world would be nothing without it after all... forming tall, sturdy trees, lush grass to leap through, and more paths for water to traverse. For a dragon like him, he was in heaven. There was times he wished that he could speak to his mother and show her what he was so prideful of, yet, there was no reason for her to come back. Her path was set as much as his was.

Yet his young mind always felt something missing... After all, he hadn't found his name. And to find a name was an intriguing concept.
What did this mean for him?

As soon as he could fly, the teenage explorer was soaring with birds, mapping his territory and seeing the small human tribes that scattered around his valley. He blocked their paths from entering the valley out of spite, this was his world, not theirs to take. The young dragon ignored the humans and stayed in his area, not realizing how much freedom he actually had. Sooner then later this forest became lush and full with his magic, grown wildly just as his personality was. He built a nest of twisting trees and called it home.

But... was it really home?
He completed his duty but where was his name? Was this not what he was meant to be?

Smoke in the distance.
Burning.
The distinct smell of hurting wildlife jolted him alive.

He flew to the source and saw what he had always scorned, humans. Setting his forest ablaze and killing the animals in the area with it. How dare they do this?! From a perch he came to aid the fire, shaking the ground to create a barrier so the fire did not spread. He pushed the nature away and went to protect his land from the intruders... but it didn't work. A sting to his thigh— his neck— a wing and he fell from the air in confusion... consciousness drifting into black.

It was hard to say when he was awake or asleep during this time or how long he was out for. A blur as the tranquilizer set into his body, slowing his heart and mind to a muddied paste. Times that he thought he was awake, all he could think of was what would happen to him... why was he alive at all if these humans were taking him away. He wondered what his home would look like when he got back to it— the home his mother gifted him. Would they kill him?

Another shot of tranquilizer.
He rested his head but this one did not have the same effect... it felt weak as if made by a natural property. He felt it.
The dragon wasn't able to understand his place in space but he thrashed and bashed anything in his vicinity, this poison did not work on him! He heard screams and felt his body start to get free. Yes! He flew off into the air, leaving behind him a tight tangle of vines they would never escape from. Of course, he crashed almost immediately after, he was still deeply effected by the things they injected him with so he waited.

The world he woke to was not his own. There was a human city in the distance... the thing his mother hated the most. It looked different then her explanation, it didn't look barbaric. He used ancient magic to transform himself into their shape, not taking any grief in beating one to take some 'clothing' so that he looked acceptable. After fitting in, he explored this very rigid land. Nothing was organic or natural and it was hot with all the tall homes, burning the small cracks of grass underneath this hard rocky substance.

His mother was right, humans are a mistake—
Wait.
What was that?
"Xion—" the person sounded frustrated but the only thing that rang out to him was the name Xion.

That had to be it. His name that his mother wanted him to find. But this meant his calling wasn't his valley... it was here.
Torn up inside the dragon went to the coast, an ocean he never seen before but heard much about. 'Xion' started to contemplate what this meant for him until he saw something in the sky. It compelled him to see it... was it also created by humans? Without a second thought, the nature dragon started to fly to this island, unknown of what would find him.

» E X T R A «
⬎▪ [ Likes
➝ The smell of morning dew
➝ All nature in all forms, he fervently watches and cares for plant life
➝ Making little crafts, cutting gemstones he makes into little shapes or animals
➝ Seclusion
➝ Learning about other things, can really be anything
➝ Bright sunny days at the lake

▪ [ Dislikes
➝ Xion detests humans
➝ Fire; although he does appreciate it at times
➝ Anything that causes plants to die prematurely
➝ People not understanding personal boundaries
➝ Greasy foods
➝ Artificial light
⬎▪ [ Trivia
➝ Often tries not to eat meat as long as he can or only if the animal is suffering.
➝ Never expect him to be nice to you unless you are a plant or some kind of magical entity.
➝ Doesn't enjoy big groups of people, makes him uncomfortable.
➝ Not really socialized by other people so he comes off as arrogant and rude.
➝ Has very high morals and spiritual beliefs.
➝ Really likes books.

» R O L E P L A Y Z O N E «
⬎▪ Username | Armota
▪ Discord | Armota#0035
▪ Timezone | ADT - Atlantic Daylight Time (-0300)
▪ RP Style | Paragraph or short paragraph. I won't continue RPs where I have to write a novel reply.

▪ Seeking | Carefree Script RP, Headcannons
▪ Don't Want | Heavy angst, extremely depressed characters, OC's dying or talking out of suicide, complete mental breaking, injuries that can't be healed from, no happy ending.