Likes: Sparring, flying, pretty boys, heavy lifting, physical activity, being up for hours on end Dislikes: Sleeping, idle time, waiting, quiet. Personality: Cyanide is very protective, but also enjoys just shooting the breeze with her friends. She has a deeply rooted hatred of Skinwalkers, and a sadistic sort of glee in taking those who think they're all powerful and knocking them off that pedestal. She is often oblivious to her own feelings until it's far too late for her to admit them, and in the end she just tosses them aside as they're not that important as long as the other is happy with what they chose. When in pain, rather than crying she sadistically laughs, giving off the idea that she enjoyed the pain, her way of unnerving those who are causing it. When truly angered, Cyanide no longer registers pain, and her sight of everything around what angers her becomes blurred, the thing that angered her becoming sharper and brighter.
She has a severe addiction to a specific root that assists in keeping her awake for long periods of time. She found this root and has been using it as a way to avoid sleep until she is exhausted and can sleep through the nightmares that have plagued her since the murder of her parents.
Physicality: She can fly, though not for as long distances as her other brethren, since her father was a large draft and only a ground soquili, her mother was a fast flier, but she is a fast runner, her sprinting and short distance flying better than many a wind. Having the power of a large draft and the speed that came from her mother's fast flying, has given her a body of strength and endurance. Her body is bulky, her wings sleek against her body.
History: As a young foal, Cyanide was a happy one. Her happiness was short lived as she tried to protect her younger siblings from a vicious outsider, one of them torn to pieces in front of her, the other stolen to be devoured. A darkness flowed up inside of her, she as a foal hunted down the thief who had eaten her sister who had been much smaller and delicate than Cyanide, and beat him into the ground, the world around her having blurred, she beat him until he lost all his color in her eyes. He was merely the sickened foal of some skinwalker, abandoned in her family's woods. This thief died by her hooves and she laughed triumphantly, one life of an evil for the lives of her sisters.
Many moons later, as she was coming to be a young adult, She lost her family to the attack of one skinwalker. She came home to the sounds of her younger siblings being murdered and eaten, her father and mother already slaughtered. Everything she wanted to protect, her family killed again by a skinwalker, the world around her faded to black, the skinwalker the only thing in her vision, brightly colored with the blood of her family, she made no sound, and smiled, twisting her face, he would pay. Even if it cost her life, he would never again be able to do this. The fight was a terrible one, the skinwalker caught flatfooted, the smell of her family's blood having clouded his senses, Cyanide managed to break his jaw, his pelt was torn up, and he was beaten and bruised. He finally decided the better idea was to leave before it was more trouble than it was worth to try and kill her. He escaped transforming into his other form, and Cyanide finally fell down, laughter erupting from her body, echoing among the tattered remains of her family. In a way she wanted to join them, but she decided against it, discovering she'd been torn up badly, her front leg broken from the feel. Though it was hard she wrapped her front leg, and tried to think of how to deal with her parents remains...she spotted the warm fire her father had started, he was always smart...so much smarter than any of the other males in the village had been...
Moving their belongings, everything that gave the place a feeling of home, to lay over the bodies, she pulled out a larger piece of wood and threw it to the back, flames slowly licking up the inside of the modest cave. Cyanide left her home, hobbling as she went, the village she knew would think she was dead with her family. It was a time of new beginnings, living on as long as life would let her, she left her past behind her, but kept that hatred for skinwalkers with her everywhere she traveled.
Who is Wishing?: LINK Tell the wishing star a little about yourself: Cyanide is plagued by nightmares and a deep seated hatred of Skinwalkers. She lost her entire family to Skinwalkers. She is protective to those around her because of that, and due to her size she often puts herself in front of those that would harm anyone important to her. She avoids the nightmares by not sleeping, which causes more than a little issue with her grasp on reality. She aches to have her own family, but thus far, her only real desire is to have a friend, a trusted compatriot that she can speak with, that she can rest around...someone to chase away the nightmares. 10 Things I Like: Crosses, neon markings on black, horns, fishnet, fluffy hair, chains, belts, spade tails, wolf ears, paws 10 Things I Don’t Like: Yellows, too much gore, skin walkers What does your persona or your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star?
Cyanide brought a few of the ashes from her parents cave, a long thin white hair from a passing pony, and wrapped it all in the leaf of a rather intoxicating plant, setting it down, she glanced around at all the other offerings.
"Look, I know you're busy, and you've got lots to do, but...just one little thing, a friend for me. A small friend a big one. I don't really care. Just someone for me to be able to hang with, because I miss my family, I miss them all, but they're gone beyond your powers, and this...this seems like something you can do. I can't get them back, but maybe you can send me someone who can become my family....I don't know." Taking a long look at everything around her and looking up, pleading, "Just one thing. Just this. I'll never ask another thing..." She sighed and turned around...her wings drooping a bit, "Someone to help with the nightmares..." And those were her parting words as she left to go and find more of the roots she ate to stay awake.
Cyanide Syn x Riley
Entry Code:
[*] Cyanide Syn (Rinial Sisterdragon) x Riley (nekolulu)
[b]Link to Breeding Agreement:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=344&t=23696151#382000071][ X ][/url] [color=white]---[/color][b]Lifemate?:[/b] No
[b]Low Luck?:[/b] No
[spoiler][list=1] [*] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=8&t=25213091#382000235]Pan's January Unedited Breedings - Jan 1st-5th[/url] [*] [*] [*] [/list][/spoiler]
[b]Same Breed Variants:[/b] Sure [color=white]---[/color][b]Templates to Avoid:[/b] flaired eagle wings
[b]Throwbacks?:[/b] Sure [color=white]---[/color][b]Link to previous Generations:[/b] Both are 1st Gens.
[b]OPTIONAL FORMS[/b]
[size=18][color=red][b]Prepare for trouble. . . make that double! I want twins or triplets![/b][/color][/size] [b]Twins?:[/b] Yes [b]Triplets if Applicable?:[/b] Yes
[align=center][size=18] [color=#80c7df] [b]Frosty kisses and sleigh bells[/b][/color][/size][/align]
