Post by swapgo on Sept 13, 2024 0:18:09 GMT
General Information
Full Name:
Kyle
Codename or Alias:
Kyle
Anonymity
?
Gender:
Male
Race:
Teenage Mutant Bearded Dragon
Age:
13
Place Of Birth:
PetSmart
Occupation/Status:
Squatter
Alignment:
Hero
Factions:
Champions
Canon Or Original?:
Original
Powers/Abilities:
Big: Kyle is very tough, and strong, and fast, and energetic, and things you would expect from some weird radioactive freak in this day and age. His scales are very tough and can stop bullets, he knows because burglars were mean to the cat once and they had to be kicked out.
Big Tail: Kyle has a very long tail, apparently its movements represent his mood, but it can also represent broken ribs.
Big Nails: No nail file survived Kyle's nails.
Big Brain: Kyle is actually very smart, just not in the way high-functioning people appreciate. His head forgot to make room for emotions, so he processes and learns things quite expediently, and also has quite keen instincts in a scrap.
Weapons/Items:
"Kyle": An old, by now incredibly small necklace that says "Kyle". He wears it as a ring
Appearance
Physical Appearance:
Kyle used to be a rather expensive bearded lizard to get, with selectively breed green and white scales that pattern across his whole body for added appeal. He took those patterns with him when he grew to a monstrous, mutant creature. While generally about as slender as the average well-fit human, he stands about a head and a half taller at 7'2", with more of a runner physique, of a lean upper boddy and with the bulk of his bulk is focused on his legs. His dinosaur feet can shatter floorboards if he puts his mind to it, his whiplike tail makes standing within four or so feet behind him a safety hazard, and his nails and fangs are strikingly sharp for how little use they get, but somehow, while still with a sleeker slant than your run of the mill pogona, his blank, black eyes and bottom-heavy face that puff outs every so often robs him of seriousness from time to time.
Clothing and Armor:
Kyle generally wears loose fitting tops like jackets and coats, and sporting shorts for his rather large legs. The Champions will get him something his size, surely.
Personality
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
General Personality:
Kyle is an uncomplicated lizard, he wants to be warm and eat food. That's at least how he thought about things, but recently, some other things that aren't heat lamps have made him warm, and he's trying to figure those out. He is very serviceable and doesn't mind doing all the chores that nobody else wants to do (he pouts sometimes just to make other people feel bad, though), and seems to delight in trying new things (not just food). His flight instinct is allegedly still there but it hasn't gotten much use lately.
Voice: Dee Bradley Baker
Anything Else
Character's History
Siblings:
Many
Mother:
?
Father:
?
Other Family:
?
History:
Kyle didn't think. He lived in clear boxes since he was born. Big things gave him food, and he was warm. Sometimes the big things picked him up from one box from another, the other box still had food and still was warm. That one big thing put a collar on him, he pouted about it, but promptly forgot, for his boxes were still warm and his food still wiggly. A big thing once brought him to a big white room. It was wet, but not cold. He didn't know why he was there, but it was kind of loud outside, maybe it was a new big thing. There was no food here, so Kyle walked around for interesting things. There was a very smelly hole in the floor, and it smelled like bugs. Kyle looked into it, but the wetness made him slip down
Kyle woke up. The floor was hard, you could hardly see anything, one of his legs was sprained. There was something in the distance, it looked like a sun, of color like a plant and texture like water, must be tasty sun. Kyle ate the glory moss thing and felt better, it was warm. After a few minutes of walking around, he saw the sun coming from the ceiling. Kyle climbed up and pushed up against the ceiling a bit, until it let him out. It was very loud outside, he quickly ran to somewhere less loud. Some weird furry creature tried to grab him, and he pouted. He chased it back to its house and up to the window. It looked familiar, so he invited himself in and looked for the warm box. There wasn't one, but there was a big thing, who scolded her "Harold" for bringing him in. She picked Kyle up and realized his name and that it was someone's pet. Not knowing Kyle's fate, she guessed since it was someone pet, it would at least be well behaved, and kept him around. There was no warm box for a bit, but it was a good time.
Margaret worried. She didn't know how big bearded dragons got, but it was definitely not this big, and they shouldn't turn the television on, or walk on their hind legs. She briefly thought about letting him go, but she wasn't meant to her, or even to the cat that tried to eat it, so she considered this a small miracle. She treated Kyle like the sons she no longer had, and taught him things. Kyle learned how to read, cook, and do chores, which let her new big thing focus more on her hobby of writing. It was strange, he wasn't necessarily warm, but he felt warm. Kyle kept growing, but he ate basically anything vaguely nutritious, so it wasn't a huge issue. His aging owner needed more help, both physically and emotionally since Harold's passing, so it was a good thing that Kyle only got bigger from there.
Kyle pouted, it was breakfast time, and his Now-Slightly-Small-Owner was late. She wouldn't move from bed, and wasn't warm. He gave her some more time, but still wouldn't get up, like Harold. Kyle didn't like that, someone had to get the groceries, they were running out of eggs, and he wasn't allowed to go out to get them. He briefly considered how angry she would be if she learned Kyle got the door, or if she woke up and there were no eggs, and after some not great calculations, Kyle hedged for the formers and requested a delivery.
Kyle pouted again, the guy ran away with the groceries, now he can't hear the TV from all the loud cars outside. Nobody wanted to get close to the door, but eventually someone with a very colorful slant approached Kyle with respect, and convinced him to relocate again. Hopefully, it's also warm.
Full Name:
Kyle
Codename or Alias:
Kyle
Anonymity
?
Gender:
Male
Race:
Teenage Mutant Bearded Dragon
Age:
13
Place Of Birth:
PetSmart
Occupation/Status:
Squatter
Alignment:
Hero
Factions:
Champions
Canon Or Original?:
Original
Powers/Abilities:
Big: Kyle is very tough, and strong, and fast, and energetic, and things you would expect from some weird radioactive freak in this day and age. His scales are very tough and can stop bullets, he knows because burglars were mean to the cat once and they had to be kicked out.
Big Tail: Kyle has a very long tail, apparently its movements represent his mood, but it can also represent broken ribs.
Big Nails: No nail file survived Kyle's nails.
Big Brain: Kyle is actually very smart, just not in the way high-functioning people appreciate. His head forgot to make room for emotions, so he processes and learns things quite expediently, and also has quite keen instincts in a scrap.
Weapons/Items:
"Kyle": An old, by now incredibly small necklace that says "Kyle". He wears it as a ring
Appearance
Physical Appearance:
Kyle used to be a rather expensive bearded lizard to get, with selectively breed green and white scales that pattern across his whole body for added appeal. He took those patterns with him when he grew to a monstrous, mutant creature. While generally about as slender as the average well-fit human, he stands about a head and a half taller at 7'2", with more of a runner physique, of a lean upper boddy and with the bulk of his bulk is focused on his legs. His dinosaur feet can shatter floorboards if he puts his mind to it, his whiplike tail makes standing within four or so feet behind him a safety hazard, and his nails and fangs are strikingly sharp for how little use they get, but somehow, while still with a sleeker slant than your run of the mill pogona, his blank, black eyes and bottom-heavy face that puff outs every so often robs him of seriousness from time to time.
Clothing and Armor:
Kyle generally wears loose fitting tops like jackets and coats, and sporting shorts for his rather large legs. The Champions will get him something his size, surely.
Personality
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
General Personality:
Kyle is an uncomplicated lizard, he wants to be warm and eat food. That's at least how he thought about things, but recently, some other things that aren't heat lamps have made him warm, and he's trying to figure those out. He is very serviceable and doesn't mind doing all the chores that nobody else wants to do (he pouts sometimes just to make other people feel bad, though), and seems to delight in trying new things (not just food). His flight instinct is allegedly still there but it hasn't gotten much use lately.
Voice: Dee Bradley Baker
Anything Else
Character's History
Siblings:
Many
Mother:
?
Father:
?
Other Family:
?
History:
Kyle didn't think. He lived in clear boxes since he was born. Big things gave him food, and he was warm. Sometimes the big things picked him up from one box from another, the other box still had food and still was warm. That one big thing put a collar on him, he pouted about it, but promptly forgot, for his boxes were still warm and his food still wiggly. A big thing once brought him to a big white room. It was wet, but not cold. He didn't know why he was there, but it was kind of loud outside, maybe it was a new big thing. There was no food here, so Kyle walked around for interesting things. There was a very smelly hole in the floor, and it smelled like bugs. Kyle looked into it, but the wetness made him slip down
Kyle woke up. The floor was hard, you could hardly see anything, one of his legs was sprained. There was something in the distance, it looked like a sun, of color like a plant and texture like water, must be tasty sun. Kyle ate the glory moss thing and felt better, it was warm. After a few minutes of walking around, he saw the sun coming from the ceiling. Kyle climbed up and pushed up against the ceiling a bit, until it let him out. It was very loud outside, he quickly ran to somewhere less loud. Some weird furry creature tried to grab him, and he pouted. He chased it back to its house and up to the window. It looked familiar, so he invited himself in and looked for the warm box. There wasn't one, but there was a big thing, who scolded her "Harold" for bringing him in. She picked Kyle up and realized his name and that it was someone's pet. Not knowing Kyle's fate, she guessed since it was someone pet, it would at least be well behaved, and kept him around. There was no warm box for a bit, but it was a good time.
Margaret worried. She didn't know how big bearded dragons got, but it was definitely not this big, and they shouldn't turn the television on, or walk on their hind legs. She briefly thought about letting him go, but she wasn't meant to her, or even to the cat that tried to eat it, so she considered this a small miracle. She treated Kyle like the sons she no longer had, and taught him things. Kyle learned how to read, cook, and do chores, which let her new big thing focus more on her hobby of writing. It was strange, he wasn't necessarily warm, but he felt warm. Kyle kept growing, but he ate basically anything vaguely nutritious, so it wasn't a huge issue. His aging owner needed more help, both physically and emotionally since Harold's passing, so it was a good thing that Kyle only got bigger from there.
Kyle pouted, it was breakfast time, and his Now-Slightly-Small-Owner was late. She wouldn't move from bed, and wasn't warm. He gave her some more time, but still wouldn't get up, like Harold. Kyle didn't like that, someone had to get the groceries, they were running out of eggs, and he wasn't allowed to go out to get them. He briefly considered how angry she would be if she learned Kyle got the door, or if she woke up and there were no eggs, and after some not great calculations, Kyle hedged for the formers and requested a delivery.
Kyle pouted again, the guy ran away with the groceries, now he can't hear the TV from all the loud cars outside. Nobody wanted to get close to the door, but eventually someone with a very colorful slant approached Kyle with respect, and convinced him to relocate again. Hopefully, it's also warm.
