Post by overlord on Nov 6, 2009 12:55:50 GMT -5
Name: Varanus Komodoensis
Nick Name: Varanus (or more commonly WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?)
Race: Werebeast
Species: Varanus komodoensis also known as the Komodo Dragon
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it’s my favorite animal ^^ ))
Gender: Male
Age: 4 (physically he appears to be late teens)
Appearance: Varanus stands at 6’2” and weighs 163lbs. Slender but more than skin and bone. His skin is that strange shade where you are uncertain if he is tanned or simply been in the dirt too long and in need of a good scrubbing. The darker ting of his skin and his, shoulder length, mostly dark brown, hair, causes the strange and clearly unnatural blond section of his hair to stand out and thus draw ones attention next to his hazel eyes with the golden rings. Here is the first sign of his unnatural state. The oval shaped pupils of his eyes readily apparent. However due to his not uncommon smirk, the second and more noticeable sign of his non human state is often given attention. Varanus’ tongue is yellow tinted, and naturally forked. Beyond this the only other signs of warning are his slightly sharper than normal teeth of which the canines seem oddly prominent (sometimes causing the uneducated and paranoid to mistake him for a vampire). His hands have lengthy fingers like those suited for an artist or pianist, though clearly are caloused enough to show he uses them to survive. Around the shins and forearms, Varanus’ skin breaks into a rather visible scale pattern but this is rarely seen as he is usually wearing long black denim pants with red stitching and his jacket covers his arms. His feet are clad in black boots, clearly either from an army surplus store, or ripped off the feet of a slain soldier. However Varanus rarely wears a shirt, instead opting to rely solely on the black leather jacket that seems to out date many of the more modern ones which existed before the world went dark. Varanus wears a black scarf when the weather grows cold, but until then he keeps it tucked across his back inside the sleeves of his jacket. He actually seems to have some sort of attachment to the scarf but will never say why.
In any form, Varanus has slightly below average eyesight for a human, and the same could be said of his hearing; but his sense of smell more than compensates for this, particularly when aided by his mutant tongue.
Transformed Appearance
Varanus towers at seven feet high and weighs a thundering 375lbs in this form. His whole body covered in brownish green scales strong enough to stop a nine millimeter bullet from 6 feet away and render some less refined blades, useless. His muscular structure is one built for more power than speed, though in short bursts he can run incredibly fast, he does so like an athlete, as opposed to some supernatural creature and will need to slow quickly so longer distance sprinters can easily out distance him. His massive hands are ended with tremendous and sharp claws able to rend with ease into flesh. His face sxtends and distorts to resemble the head of his reptilian ancestor and his maw of serrated edged teeth ready to end the life of any victim with the viral bite. Of course, the treat of this bite is lessened considering the gingival tissue that covers his teeth, until biting, which leads some to think this mosthers mouth might be all gums (a poor mistake never repeated). His bite is as virulent as his reptelian brethren's and like this kind he is immune to the toxic efects. This towering reptilian form bears a tail as long as he is tall. Thick and powerful, he knows how to use this as effectively as claw, fang, or weapon of any sort. As it gets colder his body is more sluggish and less powerful but in the light of the sun or someplace warm, like all good lizards he is at his prime.
Varanus
Weapon: Whatever he picks up, if it could somehow improve upon the natural weaponry of his body.
History: Expirament#274 one among many, nothing outstanding, nothing exceptional. His genetic material came from the same simple sources as all the other test tubes which were subsequently flushed to save on disposal bills when the project was 86ed. Like them he floated in his little vial down the sewer systems eventually ending up in the ocean. The vial floated at sea before being washed ashore again. Connected by simple plastic rings, the batch of six tubes made their way to the shore again where finally something interesting would occur.
The small masses of tissue would swell in their containers. Most of them broke the vial but 247 was wedged in such a way that instead the top gave way first and he spilled forth. One of the six died on the glass and from exposure. Not strong enough to mature in any way. The remaining five had developed enough to survive as their bodies began to grow rapidly in a race against the tide. They began to grow larger, and stronger. As they neared the size of infants they began to test their own mobility. One more of the batch was unfortunate enough to make his way towards the water instead of away and was soon taken by the sea. The remaining four had parted but it was by no means the last they would see of one another.
No, the few completed the largest growth spurt in a human life span… in a matter of hours. As their growth rate was slowing down. They were all little more than toddlers, and something else awoke within them. Something caused them to migrate towards where the vials had been, possibly the scent of blood residual from the tubes, and the one who had died on them, They had all moved towards this point filled with one thought and one desire. FEED!
They may have appeared to be little more than toddlers, but on sight of one another all instinct broke loose. The four creatures charged one another. 274 struck his opponent first. Biting his arm as the other beat on his head. Another tackeld onto the pile and soon they were a tangle of limbs, screaming, and bloodletting.
In the end, soaked in red, stomach full, and the only survivor, 274 sat on the sand among his slain brethren, victorious and officially superior. Aside from the cuts, scratches, and bruises brought on by the fight, is hand was heavily sascerated by the shard of glass he had used as a weapon. He had been cut by it breaking when the fight started; but his intelligence had been enough to give him the edge. It had been this broken piece of glass that had been his weapon and thus his advantage over those now dead. However, with his stomach full, his mind was now able to awaken he saw the blood around him and the horrific sights and the child began to cry not realizing it had been he that had don this or why. The scent of the ocean would be something he would now fear on some level, for the rest of his life. He sat there screaming and crying as young children do, when fate would smile on him.
274’s cries of terror and pain were heard by someone in a vacation home on the beach. The young blonde woman, who had recently lost her own infant to premature birth and the problems that come with it, saw the sight and although horrified by the display of the singe child bathed in blood and surrounded by the bodies of eerily similar children, and although knowing the horrors that were all too real in the world today, took pitty on the child and her maternal drive pushed her to protect the child and care for it. She scooped him up in her arms and by the time she had given the boy a bath she was already aware that he was growing at a rate unlike a mortal child. He had seemed at most four years of age when she had seen him first; but by the end, he was at least 6.
In an odd conversation with a child’s mind which was rapidly developing, his name was taken from the shard of glass which she took from him. On it the glass had said “Varanus Komodoensis” and so the boy was named as such as there was nothing else to hint at what his given name might be.H e was fortunate enough to not only be rescued by this woman but by a wise one. She had come to the beach house to get away fro the city fearing the way the world was turning, and their next step was for her to move to her new home, where her things had been moved, to the country.
Out there she was able to keep her child secret. Having already known how to hunt (having grown up on a farm) and having been the daughter of not only a farmer but grand daughter of an Immortal hunter. She was perfectly capable of protecting her small family and finding them food out in the country. She had been a school teacher. So knew how to teach her adopted son to read and write. She read him to sleep with tales like St. George and the Dragon, or The three little wolves and the big bad pig. Even as her young child grew older, She loved him just the same.
Varanus lived an isolated life largely weened off of most of the luxuries of city life before the electricity stopped and the world went under. By the age of two he already looked to be twelve years old. He asked questions constantly; but was never denied an answer. When he asked what his name meant one day, His mother had him look the answer up himself in the encyclopedia. Varanus seemed pleased at what he discovered. Delighting in the fact that he was named after the veritable king of lizards. In his first winter, Varanus was given a scarf, made by his mother, to help protect her cold blooded son from the harsh cold that made him tired and sluggish. His first and only present.
Despite the precautions though, when the world went dark, life got harder, and it would still affect the family of two out in their country home. He was three, that summer, when tragedy struck again as Varanus appeared to be a young man of at least 16. He had left the house, in an urge to explore and following instincts he was not fully understanding. When he came back to the house, the sun had set moments before. He was worried because he knew he was late and his mother would be cross; but she was not at the door waiting for him as always. Instead the door hung open and as he delved in further, he would see her body lain out on the floor being fed upon by a vampire. The creature looked up at him and grinned bearing his fangs. Varanus pupils narrowed and he opened his moth letting out a strange hiss like sound.
The Vamprie lunged and the young adult lunged back. The fight that ensued was a vicious and grueling one. The vampire had not been expecting such a small and young seeming opponent to be so strong. Varanus was fueled by rage and driving by instinct to destroy the threat or be eaten. He was thrown through the dining room table at one point, and in retaliation had grabbed one of the splintered legs and used that to thrust upwards at the pouncing vampire, driving the stake through the heart of his enemy. Vicious and Voracious,Varanus then moved to devour his prey only to find the meat tasted vile and stale. His hunger needed to be sated and there was only one other option in this place. So he consumed the meat of his mothers corpse. Only after he had done so did he shed tears.
Time has passed since then, a year progressed and Varanus has fought many more battles against many other foes. Slowly he has worked his way inwards from the far country to the city where the pickings are better and the odds of survival in some respects, are increased. Here he will see where his human side, as well as his instinct, will lead him.
- Extras-
Personality: In some ways, Varanus is a child, In some ways Varanus is a wisened adult, and in some nothing but an animal. His need to feed and to prove dominance will always be linked to his animal side, and will most likely be with him forever. However his open mind and ability to learn quickly as well as an inquisitive and curious nature allowed to exist when hunger is not upon him, are rather child like. Still, his ability to think, reason, as well as his emotions, are more on the level of other adults, hardened by this world, though Varanus seems a little more open than some, perhaps it is because for him this world in darkness and scavenging is all he has ever known, and he has always had the instincts of a king of predators, to rely on and guide him towards survival. However it is this same set of instincts that sometimes makes it hard for him to connect with other living (or unliving) creatures. It is this animalistic tendency that has often led him to experience remorse for things it has lead him to do. He may be part of a cold blooded creature, but he still bears a human heart.