Mandonga

Mandonga

the basics

full name • Mandonga

nicknames • Manny (rarely/only by close individuals)

age • Twenty-one summers

primary standing • Pack-mule/transport

secondary standing • Mount/living battering ram

faction • Unaffiliated

species • Dinosaur - Styracosaurus; 'sti-RAK-ə-SOR-əs'

gender • Male/bull - he/him

sexuality • Heterosexual

the appearance

origin • Dinosaurs

height and weight • Length is 17'7", Height is 5'3", Weighs roughly 2.83k lbs., Each set of frill horns starts around 1'11" and descends approximately 3" per interval until reaching the last, fourth tier at 10", Nasal horn reaches 2'3".

overall appearance • Massive, heavy and with a highly decorated skull frill complete with a single two-foot long nasal horn.

Mandonga is a burly creature with a hunched frame, compact limbs, and a short tail that are all off-set by the wide and colorful frill crest crowning his long, beaked head. The frill itself is a sight to behold, with many hues of red, black and blue, but its the bony spikes that are set like six lethal jewels on the rim that take the stage. With the majority of his body being muddied shades of charred grey mixed with rust the frill seems almost out of place. Vibrant reds dominate the two "eyes" while being encased in an inky-black trim. Dark royal blues hold some coloration on the brow ridges over each small amber eye before trailing down either side of his nose to come to a faded pool behind each nostril. Each side of his wide, massive head is symmetrical. Perfectly aligned in the most royal of displays. The horns themselves masterfully hued with age to a rich caramel ends in a lovely charred brown.

If one can pull their eyes away from the frill they will find the piece de resistance of the bull's ornamentation. A single horn resting atop the nasal cavity. Reaching a glorious two feet and three inches and being almost five inches in diameter at its base, the straight gleaming weapon fixes itself perfectly between the vision of the ceratopsian. Couple that with the frill horns and two identical spikes protruding just above his jaw socket give the perfect message; Don't mess with me.

Little scarring mars the creature's muddled hide, the only ones of note being a long, jagged sickle shaped gash on his left flank. And a malformed, pale-grey knot of flesh on his right rip. The climax of a fight with an equal opponent from years past.

the personality

likes • The visual closeness of his herd, lounging in shade, soft vegetation, being given his due respect.

dislikes • Other bulls, loud calves, hungry theropods, other herbivores claiming feeding grounds for their own kinds, being ignored.

strengths • Contemplative thinking, calculating and strategistic, large endurance pool.

weaknesses • Easily irritated, slow to respond, arrogant.

abilities • Lethal ramming strength and spear like nasal horn for helping offset, flip, or gore opponents.

dreams • To be lead bull.

fears • Being eaten alive, to let himself love again.

overall personality • Arrogant, selfish, prideful, and an unprovoked cruelty dominate the emotions of this Ceratops. He cares for very little outside of himself and what he deems worth his time. There is no such thing as a good mood or a good day for him. One either finds him in a place of subtle agitation or blistering hate, and if its the later one better hope he is too lazy to enforce his verdict. Though he is not vain, Mandonga does seem to respond positively to comments of adoration and respect, this possibly being one of the only ways one might escape any signs of his wrath.

the history

father • Unknown

mother • Loma, 45 summers, status unknown

siblings • Too many, doesn't care

important people • Eechigl, 12 summers, deceased

overall history • His life started as it had for every other member of his herd. A mass hatching of calves during the summer months, guarded by their adult compatriots. Each one the same, each one fighting for a place to live. Most infants barely lived past their hatch year, not because of neglect by their herds but by malformations unseen. Mandonga's nest was no exception. Several lost siblings where no more than a whispered memory as the years slowly accumulated. After all, there was plenty of hatchlings to save the numbers of the herd that the deceased few would be of little hindrance.

It was only in his earlier adult years that the bull actually cared for others rather than just his own hide. One like aged 'Ceratops' was different to him than all the rest. Eechigl, the most plain and unassuming of cows. Her dusty grey hide and short, unimpressive frill and horns. But Mandonga didn't see her for her worth of vanity, it was her heart that meant the world to him. She was always the soft voice to pull him away from his aggressive thoughts. The soft touch of kindness and love that dimmed the arrogant fires in his soul. It was for her, and her alone that the bull devoted himself to. He guarded her jealously, boldly threatening any bulls who showed interest in his cow. But his love would be so brutally short lived.

The herd had broken into smaller groups during the height of fall, grazing on the last of the lush grasses before the annual migrations to warmer feeding grounds. As such, there were fewer sentries and just as few able guards, and they were not the only ones looking for a good meal before the frosts of winter. A large, collective hunting pack of Gorgosaurus descended upon the small group, taking most of them unawares. Mandonga fended off one large brute, allowing some of the smaller and weaker members to escape before driving off his attacker and falling back to safety. But it was far too late when he realized his mistake. Three herd members had fallen beneath the greedy onslaught, and Eechigl was not among the living.

No longer did the bull feel love. The last of his passion died with his cow, replaced by a harsh emptiness and bitter regret. He turned into the uncaring, arrogant and ambition driven bull he is today. Calves were brutally shoved out of his way, other bulls received aggressive reprimand for anything he did not see as fitting. Other cows were treated with a bitter resentment that was cold and unprecedented. It soon came to be a simple understanding to leave a wide berth when passing by the bull, if only to escape his undue wrath.

Then even the earth beneath him seemed to balk and give way as he passed. A sudden great surge of land tore the world he knew apart before it finally stopped. But even then shouldn't he have found some familiarity in the rubble? Not only that, but the creatures that now walked beside him were nothing of his home.

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