1. Choose one of your OCs. (My main Spyro oc from the LoS series)
2. Your OC(s) must answer every question as truthfully as possible.
3. Journal title should be "OC Interview".
4. When you're done, tag as many people as you wish.
5. HAVE FUN!!!
1. Hi! What's your real name and nickname?
R: I’m Joltima, but I only go by Joltz. It just sounds faster.
2. Interesting... what's your current age?
R: I’m fifteen. So don’t call me ‘kid’.
3. Uh-huh. What's your favourite food?
R: Dragonfruit! Wait, no! Lamb! No,no! Venison! Ugh, I can’t decide. Food’s food and its yum.
4. And your favourite drink?
R: Don’t tell anyone, but once I had a sip of Firethroat Tonic. Skies above, was that the best mouthful ever!
5. Confession time! Who's your crush/lover?
R: Boltimus of Electricity. He’s an absolute shit-stirrer and I hate him so much that I like him.
6. Aww! Have you kissed yet?
R: Nope. And it’s nuzzling. We’re dragons. We don’t kiss. We nuzzle.
7. Classic question! What's your favorite colour?
R: This is like asking me what my favourite food is.
8. What's your favorite book?
R: Wait, read? While I’m still alive?! Jokes, I’m only kidding. I’m more into the action genre, so I mainly read war history books.
9. Now what's your biggest fear?
R: Malefor returning, my parents killed, brother taken hostage, y’know, the usual crap.
10. I see. (Actually, I really don’t) Any siblings?
R: One. I got a brother, Torchak. We look nothing alike. And then there’s my friend Glacyn who’s pretty much my sister.
11. Almost done, it's only twenty questions. Who's your hero?
R: Hmm…tough one…I’ll go with Terrador of Earth. He’s a great teacher as well as an awesome storyteller.
12. Okay, who's your worst enemy?
R: Ugh. That would be a tie between my brother and my crush.
13. What would you do if your hero and your worst enemy got together?
R: Vomit. Old guy dating my brother or Boltimus? WEIRD and DISGUSTING.
14. Interesting... what would you do if you met your creator?
R: If I met Cassidy? Well first I’d probably take her flying and scare the crap outa her, then I’d scare all her friends for laughs, then I’d probably bite her. … What? I’ve never tasted human before. It might be nice.
15. Okay, I'll contact them right now. Done!
R: You’re kidding me right?
15.(contd) Now, what do you want to be when you grow up?
R: ADVENTURING!
16. What's your worst nightmare?
R: I got attacked by an army of giant grublins and my brother turned evil. I’m so glad he’s not evil. He’d beat me in so many races it wouldn’t be funny.
17.What's your life-long dream?
R: To become the first female Guardian of Electricity or save the world from something. Y’know, hero stuff that I never get to do coz I’m a commoner.
18.What would you do if your life-long dream came true?
R: I would freak, do what I need to do, with flair, obviously, and my tale would be told for ages to come in books and songs.
19. Okay, where's your favorite place to relax?
R: That would be the small waterfall in the forest next to Warfang.
20. Last question! What do you spend most of your time doing?
R: Racing against Torchak, eating competitions with Torchak, dangerous exploring with Torchak, self-studies on combat with Torchak, getting into trouble with, for and by Torchak…..basically anything to do with my brother. As painful as he can be, I still love him to bits.
Torchak: Aww, you love me?! How sweet!
Joltz: Shut up! I hate your guts!
Torchak: Ah ah ah. No take backs.
Joltz: Go away!
Torchak: Aww! I love you too.
Never fraternise with a human.
That was the number one rule we lived by. None of us really know why, only that a bond between our kind and the human race would result in unfathomable disaster. With permission from the High Council, small numbers of us are permitted to live as humans do, in everyday life, to consume their foods, to wear the garbs, to experience their pleasures, so long as none felt the need to bond with a human.
I was born into one of these families, living among humans while the rest of our kin controlled the forces of nature. I have been alive for some six-and-eighty years but to the humans, I looked no more than seventeen. Even for my age I feel like a seventeen year old human. My parents, thank the stars, are close to a century old each, giving them the appearance of human adults, a factor that allows us to stroll through town as a socially accepted family, not perceived as a group of riotous young teens as most other families of our kind are.
I love my life. I had watched so many years pass by, the beginnings of so many wars, the rising and falling of so many political giants and athletic titans. The times where peace was discriminated, where a difference in the colouring of skin was to be feared and treated medically if come into contact with. But with each year that passed by, my intrigue grew; I knew how they lived, but what made them tick? What made them so impulsive? Why do they choose action over thought?
And so I made the decision to go where none of my kind had before, to discover what made them break so easily, where emotions ran at it's peak, where I would unknowingly seal my fate of death.
High school.