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Description

◗Name: Haiden Zerkis
◗Gender/Sex: Trans Male
◗Birthday: July 1st
◗Age: 36 yrs
◗Height/Weight: 7'8" / 305 lbs

◗Species: Hydreigon #635
◗Type: Dragon/Dark
◗Ability: Levitate
◗Weaknesses/Strengths:

Strengths: Dragon | Psychic | Ghost
Resists: Ghost | Fire | Water | Grass | Electric | Dark | (Immune to Psychic and Ground type moves)
Weaknesses: Fighting | Bug | Ice | Dragon | Fairy

◗Nature/Characteristic: Rash | Strongly Defiant

◗Personality:

Determined and headstrong to a T, Haiden will do his damnest to do a task he sets his 5 eyes on. Disgruntled when calm and furious when angered, you could say he's got some anger issues boiling in that 3-headed body of his. He won't deny these claims and would rather simply bite into your face if you're annoying him enough. However, he knows when to play nice and pretend to be as normal as he can. It gets you far in todays world, after all.

Usually not very talkative, it's not because he'd be stupid. If you get through the brick wall surrounding him and get him to talk to you, there's a good chance to have a perfectly sensible conversation of your topic of choice-- As long as it doesn't breach his personal information.

To those he's loyal/neutral towards (who are few and far apart, asides from his gang), he's much more relaxed and open. Still not fond of disclosing private things, but not constantly looking like he's eyeing his next meal. But don't take it as a sign of friendship- the dragon trusts no one with such luxuries. The moment you cross him and turn your back, it might be you're feeling the barrel of a gun against it.

◗History:

Born into a family of miners and scavengers, the small Deino never had much of a chance to pull their own weight during their childhood due to the species-unique loss of eyesight. With no way to fix the issue and no light labor around home aside from small crafts and sitting around the house, the child grew learning their own ropes around home while everyone else was out there making a living.
That is, until the settlement was hit by a band of raiders. Lost in the chaos and unable to escape the inevitable, the Deino was taken and tossed into a caravan with other captives for a long journey far away from home. Scared, hungry and confused, on that caravan trip, something happened that changed the small dragons life for good. Something snapped.

When the raiders found their guard laying in a puddle of her own blood and a small dragon sitting on the corpse with bloodied jaws, they knew they'd found something different than a standard captive.

The next few years were hell. Given the option to hone their skills or be offed at the next suitable chance, the Deino was forced to learn the ways of raiding.. Eyesight or not. Fighting their way through one obstacle after another, eventually the youngling stopped questioning why they were doing this.. It felt right. There was a purpose, and someone to be. Eventually, a young, frighteningly confident man emerged from the pit he'd been kept in to train him to kill, or be killed. Taking the name Haiden, he was soon enough a full blown member of the gang.

Years passed, Haiden grew and evolved. Gaining sight only accelerated his pace, and by adult years.. He fought and subsequently overthrew the previous leader, a now elderly flygon. It was only natural, after all- Out with the old, in with the new.
It was only when the same sentiment came to stare him in the eyes that it turned into a problem.

A large movement of raiders, led by a powerful, imposing gang approached the small band of fliers with a choice. Join their cause as underlings.. Or be swept off into the sands of time bygone. As neither choice was ideal and battling the overwhelming force wasn't an option, Haiden and the rest of the Bloodeyes did what they had, but did not want to do.. They fled.
Fled and scattered, hoping for someone with more manpower to off the bastards that were swallowing everyone else and let the dust settle before returning with their full numbers.
Flying far from their homelands, Haiden took the disguise of an aerial scout. Settling on a destination by the name of Home, hopefully enough time would grant him release from the problem raging back home.

Hopefully.

◗Moveset:

Dragon Rush
Tri Attack
Crunch
Body Slam
Earth Power (Egg)
Iron Tail (Tutor)
Draco Meteor (Tutor)
Tailwind (Tutor)
Flamethrower (TM)
Roost (TM)
Acrobatics (TM)

◗Job: Aerial Scout (Actually a raider captain)
◗Class: Explorer

◗Extras/Fun facts:

-One of his heads was badly mutilated in a fight with authorities. Its left eye had to be removed and was replaced with a blank placeholder decoy.
-The Bloodeyes, Haiden's band of mercenaries, smugglers and overall raiders, are all mons able to fly, and the gang moves from place to place solely via aerial routes to minimize the possibility of ambush.

Description

◗Name: Haiden Zerkis
◗Gender/Sex: Trans Male
◗Birthday: July 1st
◗Age: 36 yrs
◗Height/Weight: 7'8" / 305 lbs

◗Species: Hydreigon #635
◗Type: Dragon/Dark
◗Ability: Levitate
◗Weaknesses/Strengths:

Strengths: Dragon | Psychic | Ghost
Resists: Ghost | Fire | Water | Grass | Electric | Dark | (Immune to Psychic and Ground type moves)
Weaknesses: Fighting | Bug | Ice | Dragon | Fairy

◗Nature/Characteristic: Rash | Strongly Defiant

◗Personality:

Determined and headstrong to a T, Haiden will do his damnest to do a task he sets his 5 eyes on. Disgruntled when calm and furious when angered, you could say he's got some anger issues boiling in that 3-headed body of his. He won't deny these claims and would rather simply bite into your face if you're annoying him enough. However, he knows when to play nice and pretend to be as normal as he can. It gets you far in todays world, after all.

Usually not very talkative, it's not because he'd be stupid. If you get through the brick wall surrounding him and get him to talk to you, there's a good chance to have a perfectly sensible conversation of your topic of choice-- As long as it doesn't breach his personal information.

To those he's loyal/neutral towards (who are few and far apart, asides from his gang), he's much more relaxed and open. Still not fond of disclosing private things, but not constantly looking like he's eyeing his next meal. But don't take it as a sign of friendship- the dragon trusts no one with such luxuries. The moment you cross him and turn your back, it might be you're feeling the barrel of a gun against it.

◗History:

Born into a family of miners and scavengers, the small Deino never had much of a chance to pull their own weight during their childhood due to the species-unique loss of eyesight. With no way to fix the issue and no light labor around home aside from small crafts and sitting around the house, the child grew learning their own ropes around home while everyone else was out there making a living.
That is, until the settlement was hit by a band of raiders. Lost in the chaos and unable to escape the inevitable, the Deino was taken and tossed into a caravan with other captives for a long journey far away from home. Scared, hungry and confused, on that caravan trip, something happened that changed the small dragons life for good. Something snapped.

When the raiders found their guard laying in a puddle of her own blood and a small dragon sitting on the corpse with bloodied jaws, they knew they'd found something different than a standard captive.

The next few years were hell. Given the option to hone their skills or be offed at the next suitable chance, the Deino was forced to learn the ways of raiding.. Eyesight or not. Fighting their way through one obstacle after another, eventually the youngling stopped questioning why they were doing this.. It felt right. There was a purpose, and someone to be. Eventually, a young, frighteningly confident man emerged from the pit he'd been kept in to train him to kill, or be killed. Taking the name Haiden, he was soon enough a full blown member of the gang.

Years passed, Haiden grew and evolved. Gaining sight only accelerated his pace, and by adult years.. He fought and subsequently overthrew the previous leader, a now elderly flygon. It was only natural, after all- Out with the old, in with the new.
It was only when the same sentiment came to stare him in the eyes that it turned into a problem.

A large movement of raiders, led by a powerful, imposing gang approached the small band of fliers with a choice. Join their cause as underlings.. Or be swept off into the sands of time bygone. As neither choice was ideal and battling the overwhelming force wasn't an option, Haiden and the rest of the Bloodeyes did what they had, but did not want to do.. They fled.
Fled and scattered, hoping for someone with more manpower to off the bastards that were swallowing everyone else and let the dust settle before returning with their full numbers.
Flying far from their homelands, Haiden took the disguise of an aerial scout. Settling on a destination by the name of Home, hopefully enough time would grant him release from the problem raging back home.

Hopefully.

◗Moveset:

Dragon Rush
Tri Attack
Crunch
Body Slam
Earth Power (Egg)
Iron Tail (Tutor)
Draco Meteor (Tutor)
Tailwind (Tutor)
Flamethrower (TM)
Roost (TM)
Acrobatics (TM)

◗Job: Aerial Scout (Actually a raider captain)
◗Class: Explorer

◗Extras/Fun facts:

-One of his heads was badly mutilated in a fight with authorities. Its left eye had to be removed and was replaced with a blank placeholder decoy.
-The Bloodeyes, Haiden's band of mercenaries, smugglers and overall raiders, are all mons able to fly, and the gang moves from place to place solely via aerial routes to minimize the possibility of ambush.