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| Vaelyis | Jun 12 2011, 11:27 PM Post #1 |
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Mutainy Name: Mutainy Race: Dragon Nicknames: Artists of War, Slaughter Eve's Specimen, Dragons of Blood, Sanguine's Children, Phothivaths, Ravenous Harvest Breed: Aryan Age: Unknown Gender: Female Breed Origin: The Hallow—Nexus, Siethyia; Nyrvyria, Assyria Orientation: Hallow Mother Mount Name: Evian Mount Type: Demons, Half-breeds, Seethen (Sythrin and/or Slithid), Vydyr, Sytsk, Nonnative breeds. No Humans! Blood Type: Emergent Cells Body Type: Flesh (Scales for hide) Flight Capable: Yes Heart of a Aryan: Vyr'Ryyvn (Orb) Alliance: Syneath, Sanguyne, Anthraxia, AnneVangyne, Asphyxian, Syrian, Syre, Dy'kluin Rivalries: Acolyte, Syrask, Anthraxian enemies, AnneVangyne enemies, Devian, Hysteric, Caltyic Mouth/Body Mists Color: Amethyst Flesh Color: Amethyst, black painted tints fused with the flesh, indigo-blue highlights marked over the scales Element(s): Elemental; Electricity and Fire being their main elements Chemicals: Death's Rave, Radian, Liquid Nitrogen, Immersion, Permafrost, Dry Ice, Rapine, Sanguine, Vatyr, Nycetris, Dstylar, Emergence Strain Attributes: Paranormal Abilities, Gravitational Forces, Necromancy, ascendancy over Undead and life; ability to shift (shape shifting). Most Aryans being doppelgangers (doppelgängers). Blood Rave, Darkness Bone/Hide Metal: Eyrn Height: 43 ft. Length: 66 ft. Weight: 23 tons Rider: Riderless (formerly Marcus) Wingspan: 200+ ft. Personality: Mutainy has a very bad, ill-temper, and can get aggressive in a blink of an eye. Tearing up worlds in seconds to those whom hurt her or anyone near her. Much less like her own breed, Aryan's aren't dragons to trifle with, and neither are they in battle. Causing large masses of destruction, she can destroy dimensions and planets in a matter of minutes. In other words, decimating anything. She is a mere desecrator of Siethyia, but mainly a loyal companion of the Syneath and Sanguyne—Synile and Sanguine. Even salvation itself is at a stand. The Aryan breed are volatile species of dragon that are immune to regret, discord and even solemn. The only focus in their tainted feral-enraged eyes is how much blood to be spread and what to slaughter. The Aryan breed is based on the Sanguyne breed, but not as vicarious as they are and less deceiving. Mutainy, on the other hand, is rather more complex and holds a deeper meaning to the words revenge and wrath. She is rather loyal, cunning and witty; she is also wise and broad. History: For years since the beginning age of the Aryan, Mutainy was merely persistent and equipped with whatever she could fit on her own belt. Ravenous, volatile, vindictive and seemingly wise, Mutainy holds her grounds when the word "human" is spoken to her. A deep loath settles on them when her eyes meet upon the lingering vermin she holds a grudge against. Even then, she would eradicate them all if she wanted to. However, that does meet the odds. Mutainy has been a long friend with the Syneath, more importantly, with Synile. Meeting the monster many times, Mutainy endured more than one could think. Since the first dawn of her own breed, Mutainy has been a strong ally with the Syneath, proving her own self worthy. Nonetheless, Mutainy has lived through every disaster known to dragon, demon and man. Encased with burdens nearly mountain high, her body is the canvas board, harboring them all. It all began, as always, with the desire for power. The need to conquer, the hunger to consume. Inevitably, this led to conflict. Humanity fought an endless battle against us all... until it was forced to unite against a power far greater than it ever had known. But even united, humanity left only destruction in it's wake. Despite their best efforts at survival, the humans of Nyrvyria continued march blindly to their imminent doom... unaware that their misguided attempts of retaliation were only leading them ever closer to extinction. They had thought we crippled by their weapons of mass destruction. But to survive is to endure and prosper. And we have most certainly survived. Nexus now stands as the last bastion of humanity, a final desperate defense in the face of impossible odds. In a way, I pity them... but humanity, as always, brought this war upon itself. Speaking was a large, purple and black shaded dragon, eyes glowing a deep shaded purple, as well as her riders. Marcus Razen Lecter, the Prince of Death. Mutainy, the leader of the Aryans and the beginning of this war between fate and desperation. Even then, we manage to fight what is left for our survival. But, in the end, we will avail. Humans are no strangers to war, but for us. After all, we've been fighting for as long as we can remember. War is all we know. In the past we fought for Immersion. We fought for our survival of our race. We fought for freedom. We fought for our region. But at that changed after D-Day. For 20 years, we've been fighting for our very survival against inhuman, genocidal monsters. But it is a fight we cannot continue. Aryans faces extinction unless we end this war now! We have hoped the Vylie extinction would decimate the human horde and they survived and had returned stronger than ever. They've brought with them a force that can sink entire cities. Even Nexus, our last beacon of hope through all these dark days is now at risk. Soon we'll have nothing left to defend. And that means we have only one option: attack! Aryans, what I ask of you now is not an easy thing, but it is necessary. If we are to survive, if we are to live long enough to see the season pass, our children grow, and experience a time of peace we have never known. We must now take this fight to the humans. We will go to where they live and where they breed... and we will destroy them! This is the day we take the battle to the heart of the enemy. This is the day we correct the cause of Aryan history. This is the day we ensure our survival as a species. Dragons of the Aryan, my fellow legions, go forth and bring back the hope of the Aryan race. "Your speech is enlightening!" Marcus smiled. "Even then I can imagine how the Aryan dragons can feel about humans." You take no issue in this young rider. Your a half-breed child, and even then do I mistake you as a potential demon. Never the less are you growing into one, taking away what's left of your human blood and replacing it with demon blood, and of course, mine: Emergent Cells. Mutainy counseled him. We Aryans do not take this act of offense and war of humanity, but deny it in a way we cannot contribute. Standing proudly upon a large cliff above an army of Aryan dragons, Mutainy spoke once more in her faithful destination of destruction of humans and their needs to conquer. We will stand on our last blood line of our breed. Nyrvyria stands as our beacon of life and slavery, as well as our bastion of survival. The Aryan and Human Wars will be the last and we shall fulfill this to our very doom, or other wise, we will not live again. Showing our children and demonic riders we did not avail, and give our best at what we do: destroy and produce and align of misery in our devastating union of Vylie. As her words echoed through the barren lands of Nexus, city of the land Siethyia, Mutainy's name was well presented in her speech of doom and survival against humanity. A revolt against the dwelling and humans need to conquer land. Trying to consume Aryan land, as always, the Aryan dragons do not agree with their best efforts and needs of more land of Human Development. Aryans will not stand to this, but fight against in with their leader Mutainy and her rider Marcus. Marcus sat in the saddle that rested in the crest of her neck, very little reaching her back. Mutainy stood on her hind legs, spreading her wings out with a loud boom and a crack like a whip. Her wings wide spread, showed her dominance of the Aryans, and the elder league of the Aryans. We will show these humans what we're capable of. What we stand for in this war. What we have to our name and not just the name of revolt and renegades, but unstable needs of violence and to endure our survival! Lifting a lip, she opened her jaws, widespread, as a jet of black and purple flame flickered out from her jaws, licking the tops of her top jaw as the flame reached out in a long stream of fire, not reaching the army of Aryan dragons. Although we have our ways in commerce and destruction, we can only hope that one will live and prosper in the dying hopes of struggle. We have not yet known the lives of those we killed nor let alone live, but we're not unfamiliar with our enemies and those whom traitor us. I can only doubt that our enemies are what caused this war and the end of survival. Despite their best efforts at war, they're incapable of clearing out an entire species of dragon. Humans can consume and decimate creatures of their own kind and power, even those of species around us. But us Aryans... we pity them and will not retaliate them, nor will we give in to such acts. Given our time, we will only desire power of our own kind and our survival, but unintentionally did we step into their lands, hoping for forgiveness... but we were wrong. They stepped into ours, taking what they though was there's, controlling it, consuming every last piece of land, to their own doom. Now, they're facing unacceptable odds, and soon will we Aryan dragons will come upon this earth and rule once more like we did years ago. |
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