[hider=Draken]Name: Draken Dragon age: Grandpa, almost Grand Grandpa Age from hatching: 2,000 Gender: Male Magic: Dream/Nightmare. He has the ability to reveal someone's strongest fear. Sucking them into a world contorted from their absolute terrors. So much so it can lead someone in tears and his dreams are so lifelike, someone can feel what happens to them. If one is burning, they feel the horrors if burns, the smell of smoke and rotting flesh... As well, he can make pleasant dreams... And trap someone into a pleasant slumber for all eternity if they do not wish to escape such a wonderful dream. His breathe can be a black fire, or a strange mist that lulls someone to sleep. He's powerful enough to place cursed over countries, rain hellfire, and make some dreams a reality Dragon looks: [img]http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/157/c/f/myre___the_great_black_dragon_by_alectorfencer-d7l8dvx.jpg[/img] Compact looks: [img]http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/89/22/01/892201fd0083db2094fe038dd6c168ba.jpg[/img] Stands around 6'8. He has red eyes and horns curving from his head and scales along his ears. Almost always wears a black hooded cloak. Personality: A pretty odd elder dragon and a powerful one at that, he pretty much does what he wants. Seeming neutral when it comes to humans and dragons. He still attends the dragon festival, and is known to be a bit mysterious if not a bit mischievous. He seems to play by his own rules, messing with others in his own way. He gives information of both dragons and humans but not enough to be threatening to either race, seeming to do both harm and good for both. He loves eating humans, and used to burn down villages in his younger years, but now he seems content relaxing a bit more and getting free meals from Dragon Churches. Enjoys playing with riddles and tricks and messing with younger dragons, and he can come off as mean and cruel sometimes, until he actually helps out which can often confuse others of his intentions. Can sometimes show a strange kindness to others. He's often playful and teasing. Although he seems to keep a cool head most of the time, he does tend to be possessive in what he considers his and youngsters seeming not to realize that fact. Background: Draken's hatching took around 1,000 years, and he aged to adult at fifty. In his younger years of teens and as a adult, he often went and burned down villages, gulping down humans as he went. Humans being his favored taste. His attacks calmed though and soon he stopped at the age of 100 when he turned into a grandfather. The humans of the Dragon Church made a deal with him, serving as one of their gods and in return he would receive peace and meals. Even those of humans that were meant to be executed. He agreed, deciding relaxing would be good for him. The dragon hunters took interest of a dragon so nearby, but could not use the old dragon for their needs, being protected by the church. So instead they wished for his assistance against his own kind. Draken sort of agreed, telling what sorts of dragons they caught were and the rules, but never revealed the location of any dragon homes or the dragon tribe, frustrating the dragon hunters with his little of help. Though when a dragon does attack where the town he is currently residing in, he will go out and protect it, so the hunters have little to complain about. In turn though, Draken attends the festivals and reveals some information he has on humans to his own kind, but also not revealing too much. Seeming to find this almost a amusing game. Or simply another test for those he meets. Who can say? He has a few hatchlings in his years, one of them being Damia.[/hider] NPC Hunter [hider=Tharak]Name: Tharak Age: 35 Job: Hunter Looks: [img]http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131006110209/finalfantasy/images/e/ee/DS_Golbez.png[/img] Stands around 7'0 Background & Personality: As a young boy, his village was burned down by a dragon that slaughtered his family. Rage burned through him and he swore he would lead these creatures into extinction. He trained and joined the Sinister Saints at the young age of twelve, working up the ranks to become of the heads. He has killed so many dragons, that he's been able to make different sets of dragon bone armor. As well as harness their magic to make use of. Of course though he wants to lead dragons into extinction, he regrettably allows the guild to perform their curious experiments into making magical weapons as well as a attempt to make dragon riders and to be able to create their own dragons for their uses. He doubts their ideas but follows anyhow, only wanting to kill the beasts. A man who is very cruel to dragons, viewing them as destructive beasts, he shows little to no mercy towards them. He doesn't care if he had to kill a dragon child to get what he wishes and will torture any dragon as he sees fit. He also hates those who enjoys dragons, including the Dragon Church, believing Dragons have corrupted their minds. Though he is malicious, cruel, and cold darted toward dragons and dragon followers, he seems to be a kind man towards fellow humans and a natural born leader. Helping out those who asks and never seems to ask for favors or money when it comes to helping people. Plot Idea: Being a head Hunter to hunt down dragons.[/hider] [hider=Aster][u][b]Name[/b][/u] Aster [u][b]Dragon age[/b][/u] Adult [u][b]Age from hatching[/b][/u] 290 [u][b]Gender[/b][/u] Male [b][u]Magic[/b][/u] His magic consists of the mixture of the two elements, fire and water. He can breathe either element or both to create a steam breathe. He can manipiluate fire or water into floating swords, using them against any opponent he has. His water magic has the ability to heal wounds and even suck out poisons. [u][b]Dragon looks:[/b][/u] [IMG]http://i57.tinypic.com/2ze07xh.jpg[/IMG] Large scar going from his right eye to the top of his right wing all the way across it. His scales are colorful, depending on how one looks at him, the scales can change from red, blue and purple. He's quite large, his body as long as 400 feet and being as tall as 500 feet. Two long dark colored curved horns curving slightly upwards. Has fur along his head, back and tail with the frills. [u][b]Compact looks:[/u][/b] [IMG]http://i58.tinypic.com/8w9pck.jpg[/IMG] Large scar going from his right eye down to his hip. Usually wears a light gray scarf to help cover his face. He has bright glowing purple eyes, and scales over his shoulders and chest. Stands around 5'8. Has long red hair going down to the middle of his back, though it's pulled in a neat low ponytail while the rest of his hair is messy and a little spikey, covering his oddly purple eyes usually. [u][b]Personality[/b][/u] Aster is more of a reclusive dragon, preferring to be by himself. He doesn't talk much and acts pretty cold most of the time, but in reality he is pretty lonely and has a kind heart. He's caring for his fellow dragons and most living things, even humans whom he's terrified of. He gets a bit bitter if someone makes fun of his flying. He's pretty cold to strangers, though is mostly nervous and shy to both humans and dragons alike. He enjoys swimming or just relaxing in a grassy field. [u][b]Background[/b][/u] Aster was a egg when he lost his parents. They lived in a secluded cave in the mountains, but they were killed by a ambush of human hunters. Taking the egg in their possession, they traveled to a human village, though they accidentally dropped it down a cliff. Luckily, the egg did not break, but their was a large crack on the right side of it. It had been a long 800 years since his parents birthed his egg, and it only took five more after his egg was taken. After he was hatched, it was noticed he had a large scar over his right eye and over his wing. A sign of the consequence of dropping him as a egg. The humans didn't mind since it most likely meant he would not be able to fly away from them. They kept him chained, and had him on display just to show what they accomplished. Poked him with shock sticks to make him obey and cracked spiked whips. How heroic they were for slaughtering a family and taking a mere newborn as a slave. As time went by, the young dragon tried calling, roaring for help, but none ever came from his own kind. They could not either hear him or they simply did not want to risk it. He did not know. Chained to the ground, and as much as he tried, his injured right wing would not carry him off he ground and it ached since the day he hatched. When his one hundred days hit, he turned into his compact form, and the chained collar was choking him. His compact form was bigger at the time and it wasn't a great moment for Aster as he just about suffocated. Just then though, a human boy perhaps in his young teen years came to him. Unlocking the chain. There was no time to ask questions as his odd savior quickly dragged him out, putting a cloak over the dragon. His captors did not seem to recognize him as their pet dragon, so they ignored them. For a couple of days, Aster stayed with the boy in a cave in the woods. The boy called himself Zafine. At the time Aster didn't have a name and merely shook his head in response, unsure how to exactly react to this situation. This boy was human, the creature that had tormented him all his life, but also his savior. Zafine decided to call him Aster, since his dragon form shimmered like a star. The boy then explained that Aster needed to go to the Dragon Tribe, where he'd be safe. Since Aster could not fly, he'd just have to walk in his compact form. Aster wanted to question how the boy knew so much, but couldn't find the words. So he left, journeying to the Dragon Tribe. It took perhaps ten years, in which his dragon form was about a teen. When he arrived they welcomed him, though the other young dragons made fun of him for being flightless. Pointing out that even the wingless skinny dragons could fly. Thankfully the elders were kind to him, one even helping him fix up his wing as best as they could. Even though, he's not the best flier and is prone to fall if it gets too exhausted. After five years of living with the Dragon Tribe and learning the customs of his kind as well as he a better flier, he found himself unsure where to go next. It felt odd being among fellow Dragons since he was not born amongst them, yet he feared humans for what they did to him. Yet at the same time he kept thinking back on that young human boy whom had saved his life. Deciding to risk it, he flew back to where Zafine had nursed him to health at that cave. Of course, the boy was not there, instead it was a full grown man. Age twenty-three in human years, a time in their prime apparently. Zafine was glad to see the beautiful dragon again, and greeted him with the same warmth he had showed as a boy. Aster found that he wasn't as afraid of this human... Perhaps the only human he did not fear. Staying at that cave, Aster lived mostly in his compact form, in fear that if any other human discovered him, they would kill him. His human comrade agreed, explaining that many hunters would adore his scales and sharp teeth and claws. A couple years passed and everyday Zafine would come visit the dragon. This was the only person Aster found he could properly talk with, even smile and laugh. They talked about how humans and dragons lived, their fears, their dreams.... Until Aster found himself falling into a great sin. Falling in love with a human. It was quite ironic really, living the thing he feared... Yet Zafine was different from his tormentors. He was kind, and full of life, even went out of his way to make the dragon laugh. It was wrong he knew, humans lived such tiny lives in comparison and their magic was much too small to produce a dragon egg... But he couldn't help it. He never felt lonely with this man around. So he accepted the fate of simply watching the human grow old, being with him until his last breathe. Aster chose to stay and watch as Zafine eventually found his own love with a beautiful human woman. Although painfully, he watched happily at his friend's happiness. After a few years, when Zafine was of thirty five years of age, he had his own children, a boy and a girl. Zafine happily showed Aster his family, and the children loved playing wih the dragon, though the wife was more wary. Eight years after the children were born, something grave happen. Waking up in the middle of the night, Aster saw fire coming from the village. Worried for his human friends he went into the village in his compact form, only to discover Zafine's home burnt into ashes, scorch marks everywhere. He found the bodies of Zafine, his wife, and boy child dead and burnt. Their daughter crying over them. At first, Aster was shocked at the sight before he heard a mighty roar in the skies. Looking up he saw a huge adult dragon raining hellfire upon the terrorized village. Shock and surprise soon passed into utter rage. Transforming into his true self, the young Dragon flew into a furious rage and confronted the other dragon in battle. It was a difficult battle considering he was still a teen and he sustained quite a bit of injuries, he managed to drive the other dragon off. After it was over, he took Zafine's surviving daughter and flew off to a safer place. At the age of fifty he became a adult and left to live on his own by a lake, where he raised the human girl until she was old enough to be on her own, before leaving her in a human village to live amongst her own kind. Although she disputed the idea, Aster refused, insisting she was better off with other humans before leaving. Over the years, he does check how the family of the human whom he once loved are fairing, though he is mostly forgotten, the humans he knew long dead.[/hider] [hider=Damia][u][b]Name[/b][/u] Damia [u][b]Dragon age[/b][/u] Child [u][b]Age from hatching[/b][/u] 150 [u][b]Gender[/b][/u] Female [u][b]Magic[/b][/u] Still being a child, Damia cannot do too much magic. She manages to make the basic dragon breath. The left head breathes a light green sparkling mist that gives a calming aroma that has minor healing factors and blooms flowers. Her right head breathes a more foul odar that can be suffocating if one breathes it in too long, as well as turns plants that breathe in enough into a more intellectual plant creatures. [u][b]Dragon looks[/b][/u] [img]http://th07.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2013/063/1/9/dragon_snake___unfinished_by_slade43-d5t874t.png[/img] Damia is two headed dragon with a body like a snake and large set of wings just two feet below the split between the heads. She is a long dragon, about 30 feet long, but she isn't the biggest of dragons. [u][b]Compact looks[/b][/u] [img]http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/439661-bigthumbnail.jpg[/img] She stands around 5'0 and her scales are on her forehead, which she covers with her head band. [u][b]Personality[/b][/u] Damia is a bit of a odd sort, having a slight split personality. Most of the time, she's energetic and friendly to others. Eager to meet and greet with her fellow dragons amongst the tribe. Other times she is challenging and even violent, eager to to grow and be a mighty full grown dragon. She's adventurous, and enjoys exploring around the lands, but does not stray too far from the Dragon Tribe, not completely willing to meet with any confrontations like humans. Her heads tend to represent her inner thoughts. He left being the more friendly, do what's right, the right head being more ruthless. For example, with humans the left wouldn't want to hurt them, thinking maybe some are good, while the right would wonder how they would eat and notes they should rip them apart. It's like having the constant angel and devil on the shoulder banter. [u][b]Background[/b][/u] Damia was hatched into the tribe in the rookery amongst many other Dragon eggs. Her parents often being adventurous and flying off into other lands, meeting with other Dragon Tribes. Whenever they returned, they would share glorious tales of their adventures. Explaining different cultures some tribes had, as well as the intriguing news on the humans. Humans evolving with such odd knowledge with their technology and culture of their little wars. Some tales shining light upon them, some making them out to be savage monsters. The other dragonlings teased her a bit for her two heads, since multi headed dragons were a bit rarer, but she either ignored them or snapped at them to be quiet. She dreams of being flying out on her own like her parents, but for now she settles with bugging the older dragons in telling her tales. Especially during the Dragon Festival.[/hider] [hider=Myrtle Harbird-Flower the Human][u][b]Name[/b][/u] Flight Officer Myrtle Harbird-Flower Mary or Hary to friends. [u][b]Age[/b][/u] 22 [u][b]Job[/b][/u] Engineer/Pilot/Researcher [u][b]Looks[/b][/u] [img]http://data2.whicdn.com/images/4817236/large.jpg[/img] [u][b]Background & Personality[/b][/u] Myrtle is a outgoing and adventurous individual who loves to travel in the skies. She likes deeming herself to be the best pilot around as well as the best one to fix up a skyship. One could call her a bit weird, since she often talks fast mostly about tech and gets overly excited in anything related to it and flying. She's a bit bold, not afraid to get into peoples faces or to drag them into something. Overall though, she's kind hearted and is willing to help out others in whatever way she can. Even if her way may not be the correct way. Tends to joke around a lot. As a little girl, she's always dreamed of being in the skies. Her grand mother telling stories of a mighty creature called a dragon whom had raised her until she was old enough to be on her own. How it was to fly through the skies with the wind blowing through her hair. Although finding a dragon and flying by them would be a dream come true, Myrtle wanted to be able to fly on her own as well. So she studied hard in the city when she was just a young teen in engineering and piloting a skyship. Working hard enough to become a professional at the young age of sixteen. But her quest for knowledge never ceases as she researches ways to make skyships better, and to improve human transportation. What better way then to research dragons? Myrtle was working one day, pondering on plans before remembering her grandmothers tale on the Dragon. She told her tales that there were several different kinds of dragons. Some using wings to fly, some even just using magic to fly, though she herself had never seen them. If this was true, then perhaps there could be a way to improve skyships. Though humans had not nearly close enough magic talent to a dragon, some specialized in it and perhaps researching the creatures would overall assist in human lives. So she set off to search for the dragon her grandmother had lived with. A difficult search indeed, but thanks to some descriptions on the creatures habits and looks, as well as a skyship... She eventually managed to find him. [u][b]Plot Idea[/b][/u] For years, humans have been living well off their flying machines for travel as well as using weapons to hunt, but their resources are a bit dwindling, making it more difficult to use their machines efficiently. Myrtle hopes to learn from Dragons, the creatures who are long lived and most likely hold the greatest knowledge in many manners such as magic, a potential resource that could be used to assist powering the machines. As well as possible trading partners. But to know someone of such a different culture, one must be full in it. What better way to learn but by being right in the middle of dragon social life and customs revealed in a festival? And if dragons wish, they could come and do the same in the human world. Of course hiding their identity since humans freak out a lot. Good luck to Myrtle hiding dragons in the city though.[/hider]