Mordekai!

Character
~~Gen~~
::Name:: Mordekai! (the ! is optional)
::Gender:: Male
::Species:: Random Dragon
::Rank:: //
::Colour:: Purple/brown
::Age:: Adult
::Job:: //
::Location:: Mindspace

~~Appearance~~
::Size:: 19.7' at shoulder
::Eyes:: Red
::Fur/Scales/Feathers/Skin:: Purple fur, spotted with brown leapord spots on main body and neck. Brown wingsails/unfurred paws/crest. Silver metal mask.
::Build:: Strong, Light
::Other:: Bipedal

~~Skills~~
::Magic:: Shapeshifting (human/anthro), Relative immortality, Necromancy (learning)
::Physical:: Firebreath
::Mental:: Telepathy, Telekinesis, Telepathy

~~Personality~~
::Mental Disorders::
::General:: Charasmatic and addictive, Mordekai draws people to him like moths to the flame. There's something about him that draws people in, despite the fact that this charisma reeks of danger-- a subtle sort of mavolence, not intended but present. He's the tall-dark-and-dangerous creature so many fall for, a perfect candidate for any bad-boy complex. Courting him is courting the nasty side of fate, but unlike some, there is some real threat to him.
He doesn't nessicarily mean it there to be-- he's a pretty even individual, with a romantic side, fairly calm and even easy going, if you ignore the anticipatory tenseness he seems to conduct all aspects of his life with. If he cares about people-- and genuinely, i mean, not faking it for whatever purposes-- he loves to spend silent company with them, in sunshine, completely disregarding what everyone else thinks of him. He has a soft spot for family and will be downright cuddly and gentle-- they're the only people to get past the wall he's created around himself, and he'll protect them till the end of his days.
Otherwise, he's as dangerous as he seems. He uses people wantonly, without care for their status or anything. If he wants something, he does everything to get it, no matter what the cost. He finds his loved-ones by chance, and recognises them intuively, and for them he will turn his charms to a less malvolent level, courting them lovingly-- everyone else, however, gets the toothy side of him, the one that will rip them apart on a whim. He does everything with a cheshire grin, and every ounce of him reeks of the promise of the situation potentially turning nasty. He's that person upon whom attention rests when they walks into a room, and uneasily shifts away from when they settles themselves in a shadowy corner, waiting for that rash someone to come over and start something

~~History~~
::Origins:: IC, unknown. ((OOC: The Abstract Destiny's birthday bash))

~~Connections~~
::Mate::
::Pedigree:: Unknown
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