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[-[:]Vulcan[:]-]

What's The Point In Trying

If You Know You Will Fail?

Name: Vulcan
Age: 1 and 1/2 Years Old
Gender: Male
Species: Flier
Appearance:

Fliers are known for their large size and wingspan, and Vulcan has always been a great example of this. Even as a young Flier, he has been massive. Gargantuan even. He was born weighing 28 pounds, 16 pounds heavier than the average Flier, and he was at a length of 24 inches, double the length of the usual newborn Flier. Although he was gigantic, he was very unproportioned. His wings were only at a span of 11 inches, causing a ridiculous figure. His legs made up most of his length, which made his body short and stubby. The only thing that was actually of the correct proportion was his head, which also looked very weird against his short body and long legs. He quickly proportioned up once he was around 2 weeks old, however, and all he looked now was huge for a 2 week old Flier.

Once he was around a month old, he was already a fourth of the size of an average full grown Flier. He weighed 78 pounds, had a wingspan of 7 and a half foot. All of his teeth were in, and he was quite stunning for a Flier. He had a huge scar across his back from an accidental sword confrontation however, but all this did was make him look even stronger and tougher than he already did.

As time passed, Vulcan's appearance changed dramatically, but still, his huge size was thoroughly maintained. Once he reached his year of adulthood, he topped out at 243 pounds, and had a wingspan of 42 feet. Everything had proportioned nicely, leaving a very large head, wide, pointed ears, brown eyes with golden specks, a massive hair-covered body, wings that had a perfect texture, and claws that had a death grip. However, the scar on Vulcan's back stretched as his body grew, and now leaves a 3 foot long patch of hairless skin.

Vulcan's hair has always been that of a very deep, crimson red color, though seeming to be a brunneous hue when in certain light. Since the lighting in Regalia is usually dim, the color of his fur is usually the crimson hue that he is known for. Not only is the color of his fur abnormal, Vulcan also has black dots that cover the hair that he has. It's unlike most other Fliers, and in this way, he sticks out even more.

Personality:

All around joyful, Vulcan is. Though sometimes his massive size poses setbacks for him, he always is optimistic, making the best out of whatever is happening. Heck, it wouldn't be surprising if he were to make a joke out of it. This trait always shines through, always, and it's a good thing that it does, because if it didn't, nothing would be good.

Even from an early age, as in a few weeks or so, Vulcan has always been looking for some sort of trouble, mischief, or things of or relating to adventures. He likes the butterflies that fill his stomach when something bad might happen, he loves the rush that you get when you're trying to avoid something. But most of all, he loves doing new things, finding new things, and pushing himself to the limit, all of which are found in adventures.

Vulcan also has some really weird traits about him too, maybe one would be that the sounds of rocks falling is a pet peeve of his, and when it happens, he is very sporadic and does something off the wall. Or possibly a weird trait would be that someones clothing is worn properly, a refusal to let something happen, unless it is essential, would be made.

Though Vulcan might be massive, very little is needed to fill him up. In fact, only a mere 2 pounds would be enough to energize Vulcan throughout his very tiring days. He's rarely hungry, but when he actually is hungry, he will eat. He will eat until absolutely nothing is left to eat, and once there isn't anything else to eat, he still wants to eat. That is, until his hungering sensations come to a quick and sudden close.

Ya' know, if Vulcan wants something, there is a 87.52874% chance that he'll get it. Vulcan wants some of the littlest things, but if he doesn't get them, something or someone is going to get hurt. Severely. In fact, once, he didn't get a rock that was strategically placed on a ledge, and it resulted in an innocent Underlander to have a broken finger. Though this is very much frowned upon by Underlanders, it happens, and they are quite understanding. Determination rules these outbursts, and was inherited by Vulcan's father.

History:

You see, Vulcan's never had a good life, so if you want to be going around saying he's a goody-two-shoes, you better zip your lips and throw the zipper away, because this definitely isn't the case. Alright? Mmkay, buhbye.

So now that we have that settled, just why I say that Vulcan has never had a good life will be explained, starting with the fact that his mother and father were always apart, never together. Though his father was always the one who was gone. So much so, that Vulcan never even wanted to know of his name, his appearance, or anything. His mother stayed with him through it all though, causing a great bond between the two.

Moving on, Vulcan never had much to eat as a child, as Vulcan and his mother, Aphrodite, never were able to find food, and they were to nervous to ask others for it. Strangely enough, Vulcan remained huge. Vulcan learned to live his undernourishment, and this is the reason why he goes with seldom food every day in the Underland.

As time moved on, Aphrodite came down with an illness, causing all of her bones to become very, very, very feeble, causing her to be almost paralyzed. This disease was so severe, that 67% percent of her bones were in some way damaged, most fractured, some shattered, and even a select few, broke in half. As she was paralyzed, and immovable, she learned that life was impossible, which ultimately led to her death, leaving Vulcan 7 months old, and there to fend for himself.

However, he had prepared for it, and learned to live life to its fullest. He faced every challenge head on, and soon, life was no different than it had been before. Tells ya' a lot about his outlook on life, doesn't it?

It was then one day, just after he had turned a year old, he was stumbling along in a cave, when he came across a small Nibbler, going by the name of Diameter. She was living alone, by herself, and the queer thing about it was, that she was trying to cook. She had been using rocks, and was using them as a cooking utensil over a fire, where herbs were being ground to a pulp, and being placed on the rocks.

As Vulcan approached, she almost ran away, but Vulcan than greeted her, where they have been living together, as best friends, in a small home in Regalia. In a way, they both knew how each other felt. They both had to live on their own, and they both had to deal with it. Since then, they have been the best of friends, and the only thing stopping them from bonding is the fact that Diameter is a Nibbler.

Codeword:
Comments/Other: His color for Role Playing is FF7400.
His color for speaking is 0099FF.

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