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I have an overload of groups already, but you guys don't even understand how much I love the movie How To Train Your Dragon. Besides a few. I know the movie like the back of mah hand. \o/ And let me say, I pray I do not have to draw a fullbody dragon again anytime soon. Holy shit, I suck at this. I managed to spit something only like this out after an epic amount of tutorials and people's help.

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Name: Vale Coulan
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Weapon: Glaive (Tentative)
Race: Human

Hair: Orange
Eyes: Sea green

History:

Vale was born into a family of 13. He has 7 sisters and 6 brothers. Being the 8th child in the family meant he was one of the kids that received little to no attention. He was dubbed the 'disappointment' by the entire family. It was never said out loud, but he could very well see it in his family's eyes. His siblings were always up and about doing something and providing for the family. He however, liked to prowl through books while hiding in some treetops instead. Every time he'd walk past his parents in the house, they'd give him a look, as if begging him to do something besides read. His siblings tried to push some of their jobs on him. He easily slithered his way out of those. What his family didn't know, was that Vale was actually being quite productive. He spent hours in his room and in the forest, creating little trinkets for his own convenience. He preferred to keep his inventions to himself though.

Befriending a dragon was never something that ever crossed his mind. Nearly everyone in his family had one, of course, but he liked being alone. He didn't need some silly dragon following him around everyday. They were big. And bulky. It would be harder to hide. He never thought his opinion would ever change. But he was proved very wrong.
He had been fishing that day. During his prowling through the forest, Vale had come across a stream with plenty of fish. He wanted to try a new way of catching them. He hooked his invention up a few seconds later, lo and behold, he had a fat fish flopping on dry land. As he congratulated himself, he noticed a dragon watching him from the other side of the stream. Recognizing the species, he stopped dead in his tracks. He had read about them before and knew that full grown ones could shock him right to death if they wanted. He dropped the contraption and watched as the creature waded right through the stream, growling and snarling. Run? No, he'd be dead in a second. Throw something at thing? He didn't want to make it any angrier though. Fish? He snatched it up and took a step back, trying to offer it to the dragon. Panic rose in his throat as the creature ignored the treat and headed straight for him, its horns crackling with electricity. Vale squeezed his eyes shut as he braced himself for the impact. The two of them crashed to the ground as the dragon knocked into the boy. It roared directly into his face, blasting his hair back and the horns knocked into Vale's chest.

He had been so sure he would be fried. But the shock he felt like any other shock he'd experience in the winter. He hardly felt it. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, watching as the dragon climbed off of him, running into the stream stomping around. Vale had no idea what was going on, but sure as hell wasn't going to stick around to find out. He grabbed the fish and was about to flee for his life when a sound behind him stopped him. The dragon was now laying on the shore, wailing. Clawing angrily at the grass and dirt. He absolutely had to be the saddest sound Vale had ever heard. He didn't know what compelled him to, but he stopped and sat down several feet away from the dragon, wondering what was going on. For several minutes the two just stared at each other. Until Vale tossed the fish at the dragon. It landed with a splat a few feet away from it. There was a long silence before it snatched the fish up and swallowed.

After that, Vale visited the stream everyday. Sure enough, the dragon would always be there. The first week or two, they skirted around each other, but eventually they started sharing their catch. He still isn't entirely sure what happened that day, but he's sure that he would never think he didn't need a dragon again.

Personality:

Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy. He's had very little experience getting along with people even at his age, so Vale isn't exactly the nicest kid around. Most of the times, he doesn't even bother putting together a complete sentence. Once engaged in a conversation with him, expect lots of broken English. He works quite well with chatty people, letting them do all the talking. He then feels less self conscious about sharing his own thoughts. Vale actually owns an extensive vocabulary, bit prefers not to use it. It only slips out when he's having an extreme feeling. (Excitement, depression, fury, etc.)

Additional info:

- Bookworm
- Secretly wants to grow his hair out.
- Hardly ever gets sick.
- Thoroughly enjoys running.
- Really, really, really hates spiders.

Dragon name: Earl
Species: Mico
Element: Lightning
Special ability: Sharp vision

History:

They traveled in packs. So naturally, they were a very big group. Earl also grew up among many dragons of his species. (Their bodies pretty much work like an electric eel.) Their shocks could potentially kill an adult. And Earl was the only one who couldn't produce a shock strong enough to even cause pain. His parents were perplexed at their son. They were known to be able to produce high voltage shocks at very young ages. Earl would always be the one watching other dragons play and fight, sending sparks at each other. No one wanted to have anything to do with him. Eventually, he left the pack. But Earl still found no relief even when he was traveling on his own. People would be frightened when they saw him, but when they realized he wasn't harmful at all, he was laughed at. It was much later, he came across a stream full of fish. He stalked it every single day and decided that it would be a nice place to make home since no one ever came by. That is until he met the boy with the bright hair. He had been sitting in the treetops, watching in utter curiosity as the human set up some sort of thing, catching a fish without even having to step into the water. Earl had been mesmerized for a bit, but realized that if one of them came, a whole hoard of them would follow later. He leaped down from the tree. That wouldn't do at all. Growling at the human, hoping it would frighten him away. If there was any moment in his life he needed his horns to working, it was now. Tackling the poor boy, he put everything he could into producing sparks.

Nothing.

The boy barely even flinched. Why had he even bothered to try? It wasn't about to happen. So he raged. In the water. On the land. It felt quite good, to be honest. And after tiring himself out, he flopped on the bank, letting out a loud wail. He was heaving, trying to catch his breath from his rampaging when he heard a soft sound from the side. The boy hadn't left. He stared at the human, expecting a laugh or a mock. There wasn't a peep. They watched each other for several minutes. And he felt very confused. And even more so when the fish landed in front of him. Then he decided it wouldn't hurt to eat it. It was a free meal after all. The boy continued to return the next day and the day after that. But there were no others. So he decided he would let the boy the stay.

He adopted Vale as his, as Vale had adopted him.

Personality:

Earl is cautious and suspicious of strangers, but warms up much more quickly to them than Vale does. He often wonders why the boy is so friendless, but doesn't mind that at all. He's rather possessive of his belongings and would much rather keep Vale to himself. He likes to sit and watch the boy invent his little curious objects.

Additional info:

- Food, food, food, food, food.
- Likes sitting in treetops.
- No longer thinks of his pack.
- Really, really, really likes spiders.

Description

I have an overload of groups already, but you guys don't even understand how much I love the movie How To Train Your Dragon. Besides a few. I know the movie like the back of mah hand. \o/ And let me say, I pray I do not have to draw a fullbody dragon again anytime soon. Holy shit, I suck at this. I managed to spit something only like this out after an epic amount of tutorials and people's help.

--

Name: Vale Coulan
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Weapon: Glaive (Tentative)
Race: Human

Hair: Orange
Eyes: Sea green

History:

Vale was born into a family of 13. He has 7 sisters and 6 brothers. Being the 8th child in the family meant he was one of the kids that received little to no attention. He was dubbed the 'disappointment' by the entire family. It was never said out loud, but he could very well see it in his family's eyes. His siblings were always up and about doing something and providing for the family. He however, liked to prowl through books while hiding in some treetops instead. Every time he'd walk past his parents in the house, they'd give him a look, as if begging him to do something besides read. His siblings tried to push some of their jobs on him. He easily slithered his way out of those. What his family didn't know, was that Vale was actually being quite productive. He spent hours in his room and in the forest, creating little trinkets for his own convenience. He preferred to keep his inventions to himself though.

Befriending a dragon was never something that ever crossed his mind. Nearly everyone in his family had one, of course, but he liked being alone. He didn't need some silly dragon following him around everyday. They were big. And bulky. It would be harder to hide. He never thought his opinion would ever change. But he was proved very wrong.
He had been fishing that day. During his prowling through the forest, Vale had come across a stream with plenty of fish. He wanted to try a new way of catching them. He hooked his invention up a few seconds later, lo and behold, he had a fat fish flopping on dry land. As he congratulated himself, he noticed a dragon watching him from the other side of the stream. Recognizing the species, he stopped dead in his tracks. He had read about them before and knew that full grown ones could shock him right to death if they wanted. He dropped the contraption and watched as the creature waded right through the stream, growling and snarling. Run? No, he'd be dead in a second. Throw something at thing? He didn't want to make it any angrier though. Fish? He snatched it up and took a step back, trying to offer it to the dragon. Panic rose in his throat as the creature ignored the treat and headed straight for him, its horns crackling with electricity. Vale squeezed his eyes shut as he braced himself for the impact. The two of them crashed to the ground as the dragon knocked into the boy. It roared directly into his face, blasting his hair back and the horns knocked into Vale's chest.

He had been so sure he would be fried. But the shock he felt like any other shock he'd experience in the winter. He hardly felt it. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, watching as the dragon climbed off of him, running into the stream stomping around. Vale had no idea what was going on, but sure as hell wasn't going to stick around to find out. He grabbed the fish and was about to flee for his life when a sound behind him stopped him. The dragon was now laying on the shore, wailing. Clawing angrily at the grass and dirt. He absolutely had to be the saddest sound Vale had ever heard. He didn't know what compelled him to, but he stopped and sat down several feet away from the dragon, wondering what was going on. For several minutes the two just stared at each other. Until Vale tossed the fish at the dragon. It landed with a splat a few feet away from it. There was a long silence before it snatched the fish up and swallowed.

After that, Vale visited the stream everyday. Sure enough, the dragon would always be there. The first week or two, they skirted around each other, but eventually they started sharing their catch. He still isn't entirely sure what happened that day, but he's sure that he would never think he didn't need a dragon again.

Personality:

Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy. He's had very little experience getting along with people even at his age, so Vale isn't exactly the nicest kid around. Most of the times, he doesn't even bother putting together a complete sentence. Once engaged in a conversation with him, expect lots of broken English. He works quite well with chatty people, letting them do all the talking. He then feels less self conscious about sharing his own thoughts. Vale actually owns an extensive vocabulary, bit prefers not to use it. It only slips out when he's having an extreme feeling. (Excitement, depression, fury, etc.)

Additional info:

- Bookworm
- Secretly wants to grow his hair out.
- Hardly ever gets sick.
- Thoroughly enjoys running.
- Really, really, really hates spiders.

Dragon name: Earl
Species: Mico
Element: Lightning
Special ability: Sharp vision

History:

They traveled in packs. So naturally, they were a very big group. Earl also grew up among many dragons of his species. (Their bodies pretty much work like an electric eel.) Their shocks could potentially kill an adult. And Earl was the only one who couldn't produce a shock strong enough to even cause pain. His parents were perplexed at their son. They were known to be able to produce high voltage shocks at very young ages. Earl would always be the one watching other dragons play and fight, sending sparks at each other. No one wanted to have anything to do with him. Eventually, he left the pack. But Earl still found no relief even when he was traveling on his own. People would be frightened when they saw him, but when they realized he wasn't harmful at all, he was laughed at. It was much later, he came across a stream full of fish. He stalked it every single day and decided that it would be a nice place to make home since no one ever came by. That is until he met the boy with the bright hair. He had been sitting in the treetops, watching in utter curiosity as the human set up some sort of thing, catching a fish without even having to step into the water. Earl had been mesmerized for a bit, but realized that if one of them came, a whole hoard of them would follow later. He leaped down from the tree. That wouldn't do at all. Growling at the human, hoping it would frighten him away. If there was any moment in his life he needed his horns to working, it was now. Tackling the poor boy, he put everything he could into producing sparks.

Nothing.

The boy barely even flinched. Why had he even bothered to try? It wasn't about to happen. So he raged. In the water. On the land. It felt quite good, to be honest. And after tiring himself out, he flopped on the bank, letting out a loud wail. He was heaving, trying to catch his breath from his rampaging when he heard a soft sound from the side. The boy hadn't left. He stared at the human, expecting a laugh or a mock. There wasn't a peep. They watched each other for several minutes. And he felt very confused. And even more so when the fish landed in front of him. Then he decided it wouldn't hurt to eat it. It was a free meal after all. The boy continued to return the next day and the day after that. But there were no others. So he decided he would let the boy the stay.

He adopted Vale as his, as Vale had adopted him.

Personality:

Earl is cautious and suspicious of strangers, but warms up much more quickly to them than Vale does. He often wonders why the boy is so friendless, but doesn't mind that at all. He's rather possessive of his belongings and would much rather keep Vale to himself. He likes to sit and watch the boy invent his little curious objects.

Additional info:

- Food, food, food, food, food.
- Likes sitting in treetops.
- No longer thinks of his pack.
- Really, really, really likes spiders.