Enu ♠ Jabberwock
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Nickname: JabberwockyAge: ???
Gender: Male
Species: Monster / Chimera
Sexuality: N/A
Hair Colour: His coloration in his true form runs towards blacks with edges of red woven through his hair and feathers to give it the illusion that there is life, or fire beneath. The silver edging is lost in his human form, leaving glossy black.
Eye Colour: His eyes at rest hold little color, making it almost appear as if he were blind although when bloodlust takes hold or he is making use of one of his abilities they turn red and orange like flame. In his human form they are always a sort of brown red color with a black ring around the edges.
Weight: Unknown, light enough for flight / 138lb
Height: 10ft at the shoulder, 43ft long (nose to tail), 47ft wingspan / 5’9 in human
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Likes:> Flying
> Fire
Dislikes:
> People in general
> Being called Jabberwocky
Health Physically he is fine despite having a body that most would agree is forged of chaos. He shows none of the pain that can sometimes be associated and instead revels in the power and his definition of grace. His mentality is a little more in question. He doesn’t seem to have a grasp on the full range of emotions, or typical morals. This is more obvious in his human form as he tends to be flat of voice and blank of expression although those who have seen him playing one of his games while in human form agree that expressionless it better. It is rather easy for him to fall into bloodlust, something which he makes no effort to control or fight as it “makes things fun”. Given to playing games he considered them a success if those involved bleed or scream.
Occupation: Jabberwock
Tattoos/Scars: He carries a handful of scars, with the most noticeable being a thing circle around his neck. Actually a birthmark, the scar marks where Alice kill his last incarnation.
Skills: Flight, scent (forked tongues do that), heat sensing, natural armor, natural immunity to fire
Weapon: Claws, Teeth, Whiplike tail,
[Fire Manipulation]: While the Jabberwock’s ability to breath fire is a commonly known trait, it isn’t actually an accurate description. Beyond being capable of igniting his breath he is also able to control flames or craft small beings (butterflies, huh) out of flame. Often times when he shifts back to his true form fire sheds off his wings
[Shape Shifting]: Where exactly the weight and mass goes when he takes on a human form is a pondering for sane minds as possible or not, the massive Jabberwock can take on a human form. A rather small human form too compared to some. It is noted that he is also capable of manifesting his wings in proportion his human form, often doing so during high emotion or when he is about to shift back.
[Fire Communication]: He is capable of speaking to others through sources of flame or fire. Generally when he does this his image is visible in the flames as though he were speaking before a camera.
[Fire Constructs]: He is capable of crafting flame into a small physical form, generally butterflies although he has also been known to craft birds about the size of sparrows. They are capable of gathering sensations and images although the result can be jumbled.
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Personality:
Fears:
> What could happen to him should he ever cross over to reality
> Dying as his last incarnation did
Backstory: To debate goes if Enu was born or woke, the frail body curled within the protection of the carcass which was his predecessor. Held within the protective cage of bone and leathery skin, Enu grew, wings held tight to his back least they catch and tear. While the world beyond celebrated, their revelry tying into the chaos that ensured he lived and breathed, Enu grew.
Memories and nourishment cam from the last, providing distraction until the protective embrace could hold no longer.
Enu emerged to find that the Jabberwock had come it its rest at the base of a cliff. Too steep yet for the fledgling body with wings far too large, Enu waited. Driven by hazy memory and sharp instinct, he strengthened the lean body and worked the magic gifted to him. Fire rather than lightning, feathers over leather.
Near to grown, and the carcass of the last Jabberwock picked clean, Enu spread his wings. Half through flight and half through climbing, Enu made it to the runes that graced the crown of the cliff. There he learned the art of the hunt, of taking what prey he would for food, and for fun. After a rather close call with a band of hunters he also learned that some creatures looked after each other, worked out deals and would hunt through the forest for the monster which preyed on them.
Strong enough now, Enu took flight in the deepest night rather than face the strange beings of gleaming skin that passed through his hunting ground. Warriors, armies, his memories provided. Following instinct, he came to the land of fire, the feathers catching with flame that didn’t hurt but would keep man from the yet grown Jabberwock.
Not that he was opposed to occasionally flying from his crafted nest, to gather information and to find means to entertain himself. He also set forth to find that which his memories had told him hazy stories of, and which research said was the most deadly of objects to his blood. The Vorpal blade.
Goal: To find and take the Vorpal blade
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Reality Form:
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1. Why are you here? – To revel in madness and the flame of chaos
2. Are you at least semi literate? – Last I checked the terms yes although it has been a while
3. How active are you? – Generally I spend 4+ hours on the computer a day. If there is something to post, I’ll be around quickly enough
4. RP Sample please – Eyes of pale milky white slid halfway shut, the lean body lounging across the precipice that overlooked the land which he hunted. Not that he cared to look out and see his prey this day. Instead his focus was on the flicker of flame that came to his raised claw, the manifestation taking the form of a butterfly with wings of brilliant reds and oranges, touched with ash. The flame danced for a moment more in such a solid form before fading away into an ember.
Often he dismissed the whispers of flame, but this one had found something. Letting his breath play over the object, bringing it into flickering life once again he opened an eye ringed with red and orange. Images played across the flame’s heart, some blurred, some sharp as it divulged what the construct had found during its time upon the world.
Word of the Vorpal blade, a whisper that said it was in the hands of Alice. The mane arching along the crown of his head slicked back to his skin. The wings that had been laying across the stone swept up, the sudden flux of air making it seem like fire danced from him to the ground. He must confirm that what the construct had found was true. Crushing the ember between his claws the Jabberwock rose. Powerful back legs bunched and then he leapt, wings unfurling to their full span with a whisper of feathers.
5. Can you handle it? – Sure, sounds fun
