Candledile flares into the fray!
Jul 1, 2015 22:10:58 GMT -5
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Post by Candledile on Jul 1, 2015 22:10:58 GMT -5
Anastacio 'The Candledile'
Snackrifice
Snackrifice
Abilities
Original Power: None
Powers Gained After Joining The Cult:
Fire Breathing: Candledile can manipulate his tongue and blow it towards people. Currently, it isn't very strong, and sometimes only comes out as soot.
Burning Bite: Candledile's chompers are superheated by his blue-hot tongue! Being bitten by his many teeth will not only hurt, but it'll roast right through your skin and muscle tissue. He's subconscious about his mouth though, and won't bite very often, if at all.
Craftsmanship: Joining the cult allowed Candledile to gain much more knowledge about weaponry and creating tools. This power hasn't been honed very much, and so he is still very much an amateur. He understands basic, wooden tools.
Weaknesses: Candledile is very small, and prone to being picked up and knocked around. He doesn't weigh very much. He has many self esteem issues, and isn't likely to do things for himself. He isn't strong, and can mainly only pick up a trashcan, if that. Candledile is also mute. He is forced to write on a whiteboard.
Additional abilities/strengths: Candledile has very tough skin! He can take a few hits. His feet are calloused and he has some experience with tanking. Candledile has a very strong jaw, being a crocodilian. Once he chomps down, it's unlikely that he will let go very easily. He is very good at swimming, as well, and it is highly unlikely he will be drowned. He can hold his breath for a very long time.
Basic Appearance Information
Age/How Old You Appear: 16 years of age, appears 12.
Age You Joined The Cult: 15.9 years of age.
Height: 2 feet tall.
Skin color: Mint green scales, cream colored underbelly, with forest green spots.
Species: Crocodilian.
Weight: 30 lbs / 13 kg
Body Type: Sort of pudgy for his height, when viewed from a human perspective. From a Crocodilian perspective, he’s very lanky.
Eyes: Two, a shimmering bright blue pair. Pupils are slits, like any reptile. He has some severe eyebags. He hopes they seduce you.
Hair: A darker teal, along his head in the very middle. He styles it in a mohawk fashion.
Scars: Many, all over his body from assaults on the streets.
Special Physical Attributes: Covered in scales from head to toe. Bipedal. Has a long, dragging tail.
Clothing: Simply a navy blue hoodie, with scorched marks on the sleeves and head hole.
Personality Information
Personality: He's very calm, may even seem apathetic towards certain subjects and people. He can be very friendly though! If you take the time to talk with him and you have the patience for him to write everything down, he will surely enjoy your company.
Interests: Learning the Bongos, sleeping with his favorite plushie, The Secret Wizard (God be unto him and his robes). Making friends.
Quirks: Relatively calm, though he's prone to crying if asked about his past, yelled at, or if people try to do something based on his current living situation.
Goals: To find if there is any of his race left, and to live the rest of his time here happy and with friends.
Habits: Scratching his claws on the floors, counters, and other surfaces when he is scared or nervous. Swishing his tail when angry or bored.
Vices (drinking, smoking, yogurt): N/A
Likes: The dark, water.
Dislikes: Food, people who dont fucking let him write like seriously get ur shit together
Preferred Food Source: N/A, he has disliked eating ever since gaining a flaming tongue. His bright hot tongue chars everything he puts into his maw.
Physical Description Paragraph:
The Candledile is an enigma of a creature. He stands on two legs, instead of all four, and has thumbs on his hands. While stubby, these hands are completely capable as human hands. His tail is long, and his spine is lined with rounded spikes. His snout is stout, with four overbite teeth; two on each side, and some buck teeth up front. They're all sharp. The Candledile is rarely seen opening his mouth, for not only is he voluntarily mute, his tongue is made of fire. He is subconscious about his mouth. If the Candledile does make a noise, it is only towards certain people, who can understand his ancient tongue.
Relationships
Family: Deceased
Friends: Max, Grimms, Star, Beast, Fantast, Grey, Zeltain, Rho
Allies: See above
Enemies: None
Rivals: None
Miscellaneous
What Does Your Room Look Like: Candledile doesn't have a room; he lives on the streets and in the sewers. He's often found sleeping in a box or in the dumpster if the weather isn't too bad.
Group Dynamics: Smol cute one with a sad backstory.
What Do You Consider Your Position In The Cult: Trying not to die, helping others how he can
What Do You Do For The Group: Probably nothing lol
Backstory
Candledile was a 10 year old crocodilian of his tribe, located in a deep swamp. Known as Anastacio, which is his real name, he grew up always wanting to be a craftsman for his people. And that's what he trained to do! He began his education when he was 6, and he already knew so much. His best friends were a medic and scout in training, both wonderful people.
One day, he was out collecting wood to begin carving into tools and weapons, when disaster struck. Trees began falling a little ways away, at an alarming rate. Huge mechanical things drove into the grove where they were at home, and began destroying the swamp land around them. It was a deforestation crew, of course. Most didn't get very far from the destruction, and anyone that did was killed relatively soon.
One crocodile got very far. So far that she found her friend, Anastacio. She warned him of the hell that was going down, and together they ran off. Of course, little Anastacio was crying, for his friends and family were dead now.
That night, the two stopped to rest and catch sleep before they would move on the next day. But fate caught up to them, and a tree fell over, crushing the scout. The large boom and screaming of his friend woke Anastacio up, and what he found was grim. She was suffering, and he had to put her out of her misery. In tears. After running away as fast as he could, he found the city limits, and figured he would be safe for the night. He slept in a bush, and after that, began the long and lonely 6 years, where he would live without a single friend, and be forced to live on the streets, scavenging for food every day, and struggling to survive.
Hyper Mode:
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