DragonoftheWest

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Name: Drax
Favorite color: Black (No I’m not racist)
Favorite animal: Dragon
Nickname: West
Status: Taken
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Here is my RP stuff
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Yellow
Age: 16
Favorite Color: Red
Races: Human, Dragon, Wolf, Vampire, Neko cat.
Here is a picture for all of you!
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Is able to shape-shift.
Loves to kill.
Hates the needlessness of living.
If anyone were to come near me I would attack without warning. The only ones that may come near me are friends. Come to me. Battle me. Fight your way through hell. If I may lose to much blood, I will pass-out and probably die. If you hate the living, join the dead. My only weapons are used for killing. They radiate toxic gases and if they get in the wound, you would slowly die. I call the death more like a heat stroke.
(Main RP Stuff) I was left in a forest left to starve. I was taken by a pack of wolves and taught their ways. After awhile, I was sent out by myself. Then the vampires came. They were brutal. Everyday I still remember the pain when I look down at my neck, since I’m not able to look in a mirror. Ahhhh… the dragons. They had taught the world until the knights came and fought them. Only about three survived. They would not give out their names. Don’t ever tell your name to a dragon. If you do, they’ll hypnotize you into a trance. Don’t look them in the eye. Put down all weapons when confronting a dragon. Now the hardest ones were the Neko cats. I could barely find any. But one of them confronted me (and like I said… I do not like to confronted). I simply told the Neko to stand down. I meant no harm but… still. The Neko would have had trouble with other humans (since I was in my human form). This particular one would have been a good fight… if it had a chance to fight. After the names of these particular races, I met the shape-shifter. He was kind enough to teach me the ways of shape-shifting. After that, I had met enough races and then went on my way.
The weapons I carry are knifes. I know they might seem small, but the toxic gases will hurt you forever. It might take a while for the toxic to reach your brain (except if its on your shoulder) and then all the blood in your system shall become acid and burn you on the inside. There is only one cure to the toxic gas, and only I carry it around. It is the nauseous gas of Fluorine. I carry it in a tube with no holes in it. The way to get the poison out is by putting the Fluorine on the wound, letting it fight the toxic gas. And there is only two ways to get the gas. One, defeating me in a spar. Or two, I give it to you as a gift.