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I know the pain. Maybe summarize it and finish it later when youre cooled down.
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@FallenTrinity Damn, that sucks. I can see why you went absolutely mad with hatred and zeal against your computer.
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Name:
Soron Dragonbane
Age:
89
Blood%:
40% Nayu, 20% Oro, 20% Sol, 20% Seraphim
Gender:
Male
Sex Preference:
Hetero
Height:
6'3"
Weight:
230lbs
Apparel:
Pictured Above
Appearance:
He stands at a rather built six feet, 3 inches and a well worked two hundred and thirty odd pounds. His armor is nothing impressive but rather what lies underneath. Painted with scars like a violent canvas, this shows his history, remembering each and every one and what they represent. The most recent and memorable one crosses from his right shoulder to his left side hip, the one given to him by Suleykaar after he attempted to devour him. On his skin as well are runes which he uses in combat, each one carved into him and blessed, allowing them to be used. One on his throat which channels wind and fire, two on his feet, meant to channel earth, two on his wrists to channel water or lightning and a set of runes and words across the front half of his body to channel shadow magic.
Personality:
Despite his abrasive outer shell, he is quite the contrast. He likes to socialize but tends to be more of a listener than a speaker and uses his body for much of the conversation offering nods in agreement, shrugs when unsure and shakes of the head when in disagreement and tapping his finger when annoyed. As well as his body language, much of his feelings can be seen through his eyes as they do most of the talking. When he does speak it is brief but to the point and does not shy away from speaking his mind. One of his biggest pet peeves is actually his companion, Suleykaar as can be seen in their interactions. He relates Suls, as he calls him, as a 100ft spoiled brat, having to babysit him when about town so he doesn't cause to much trouble.
On the battlefield he is not too much different as he is a tactician, finding techniques and maneuvers that can better enhance his own fight or those he goes into combat with. He never yields in his strikes nor shows remorse. They are quick, efficient, precise and deadly, considering each stroke to be his last. This he had adopted as a young boy through intensive and brutal training regiments on and off the field though he preferred the field training as it had honed in his skills with a sword as well as his combative reflexes, now in life acting on instinct rather than muscle memory.
One thing is for sure. Should one attempt to harm Soron or his companion, heed this warning. He is violent and cold as a winter's storm and holds the wrath of a vengeful god. He has a dragon's will and an unyielding heart that will willingly sacrifice their own life and soul to defend what he believes in and those he cares for.
Faction:
He has been for a long time a member of the Sureiya but has since left the organization. After his encounter with Suleykaar, he has moved more towards the Taxis, helping them abolish the abominations the world has sent loose on its people. He now bares a special and unique emblem on his armor. The flaming sword and green sun, combined into a one of a kind patch, one that pays homage to his past and what he currently believes in...The annihilation of what goes bump in the night.
Pet:
Spirit, a little snow wyvern who stands a foot high and 3 feet long. He had found him in Gaia, in the forest of Lapis during its the season of frost. Spirit is a peculiar little specimen as it a bit unpredictable but not much to be too much of a nuisance. With its occasional chirps and mild screeches, Spirit has taken a warm welcome to Soron, considering him to be his little scaly brother. Soron has developed a few words specific to Spirit for commands:
Baruut (Burn/Breath) - This is used for Spirit to burn opponents
Frie (Fly) - This is used mostly for scouting or hunting
Ren (Return) - Self Explanitory
Sahied (stop) - Self Explanitory but sadly is one that Soron has trouble with. This is because of his little mischevious scaly brother, Spirit.
There are others that he uses but these are most used and heard coming from Soron. It is difficult for many to order Spirit around as it only recognizes Soron's voice and tone. However, Suley is known to mess with Soron since he can mimic Soron a bit, causing Soron to get easily annoyed with the red dragon.
Exp:
Having come from a fairly violent past, he has mastered the art of combat, effectively bringing opponents down in shorter time than most. Time with the Sureiya further increased this when hunting large foes or predators like feral dragons and the like. At the same time he has learned about their body language, concluding whether or not it is simply guarding its territory or hunting for a meal. Effectively he could live in the wild for a long time should it ever come down to it. He can react on instinct and has honed his senses to the wild, allowing him to sense danger in a way. Just as he can read dragons and other predators or foes, he can read people, understanding their body language and when to say something or not to, helping with his social and combat related events. The use of magic and how to use it effectively with little effort also stems from this violent training as he does not have a incredibly strong soul. All of this combined, Soron is not one to be trifled with nor take head on, not without a couple of people to guard one's own hide.
Spells:
The Whispering Sword:
This is used in conjunction with his onyx stones. He creates a dome of transparent magic (roughly 10 meters in diameter) that allows him to shadow step around the battlefield and nullify the sound within the dome. Now as he is not a full blooded Nayu, this requires runes to allow him the ability to shadow step without shadow stepping. These stones contain teleportation magic, leaving the dome to nullify any extra sounds that come from the stones themselves.
Runes:
Considering that these runes are as powerful as magic, I'll let them take the place for any other spells.
Abilities/Powers:
Poison resistance:
Blood Trait
Blood consumption:
Blood Trait
Night vision:
Blood Trait
Bleed resistance:
Blood Trait
Thick blood:
Blood Trait
Bright light resistance:
Blood Trait
Soul detection:
Blood Trait
Tactician:
Years of experience in battle have taught Soron about minimum effort, maximum effiecency. This can be seen in his fighting style and stance which is low and coiled, blade up and pointed with his left palm outward for magic. He has aptly named this The Basilisk Stance in reference to his fight against his first basilisk.
Rune use:
His ability to use the runes on his body whether singularly or in tandem with another is honed thanks to his practice wit them at a young age and over the course of his life.
Instinct:
His weeks in Nero's deadlands and the predators that consider it home quickly increased his natural ability to react to situations under stress. This has also worked for his time amongst the people and in conversation, especially when it begins to go south.
Perceptive:
He can read people and creatures alike, understanding their habits and when they are angered, frightened, or on the hunt. He can also read the mannerisms of others to suggest what they are thinking.
Intimidating Aura:
This just seems to be a natural thing he has, he cannot explain why but he simply accepts it as it has saved him trouble many times.
Commanding Aura:
As well as his intimidating aura, he has this air about him that commands respect and gives off this authority like vibe.
Weapons:
1x Two handed long sword forged from steel and silver and dipped in Basilisk venom for added effectiveness.
1x One handed sword made the same as his long sword.
2x silver/steel daggers
A few pouches of light and smoke powder meant for escape or distraction on the field.
A bag of stones, each containing runes of an element. Similar in the aspects of a grenade in their application.
A black bag of onyx gems, carved with the rune for shadow manipulation. Used for one of his techniques, "shadow dancing"
History:
Trivia: (optional) Didn't know that
-Soron has a soft spot for Spirit so he has been known to speak to spirit as if he was a little child. It is adorable but is easily embarrassed by it as he is a man with a tough outer shell.
-Soron keeps a journal full of pictures and memoires of his journeys, as well as old task sheets and flyers he did for work. In the front page of it reads "In Memory of Ariel, May Our Souls be Bonded in the Afterlife" and "If you find this with my body, bury me and bring this to someone who can make a book of this. Any money made from it is to go to my next of kin should I have one."
-He has named his blades Ariel and Basille, after his home and his love.
-He has ideas for new weaponry, one of which involves explosive magic and small, metal arrows, all confined in a metal barrel of sorts.
-He loves to draw
Soron Dragonbane
Age:
89
Blood%:
40% Nayu, 20% Oro, 20% Sol, 20% Seraphim
Gender:
Male
Sex Preference:
Hetero
Height:
6'3"
Weight:
230lbs
Apparel:
Pictured Above
Appearance:
He stands at a rather built six feet, 3 inches and a well worked two hundred and thirty odd pounds. His armor is nothing impressive but rather what lies underneath. Painted with scars like a violent canvas, this shows his history, remembering each and every one and what they represent. The most recent and memorable one crosses from his right shoulder to his left side hip, the one given to him by Suleykaar after he attempted to devour him. On his skin as well are runes which he uses in combat, each one carved into him and blessed, allowing them to be used. One on his throat which channels wind and fire, two on his feet, meant to channel earth, two on his wrists to channel water or lightning and a set of runes and words across the front half of his body to channel shadow magic.
Personality:
Despite his abrasive outer shell, he is quite the contrast. He likes to socialize but tends to be more of a listener than a speaker and uses his body for much of the conversation offering nods in agreement, shrugs when unsure and shakes of the head when in disagreement and tapping his finger when annoyed. As well as his body language, much of his feelings can be seen through his eyes as they do most of the talking. When he does speak it is brief but to the point and does not shy away from speaking his mind. One of his biggest pet peeves is actually his companion, Suleykaar as can be seen in their interactions. He relates Suls, as he calls him, as a 100ft spoiled brat, having to babysit him when about town so he doesn't cause to much trouble.
On the battlefield he is not too much different as he is a tactician, finding techniques and maneuvers that can better enhance his own fight or those he goes into combat with. He never yields in his strikes nor shows remorse. They are quick, efficient, precise and deadly, considering each stroke to be his last. This he had adopted as a young boy through intensive and brutal training regiments on and off the field though he preferred the field training as it had honed in his skills with a sword as well as his combative reflexes, now in life acting on instinct rather than muscle memory.
One thing is for sure. Should one attempt to harm Soron or his companion, heed this warning. He is violent and cold as a winter's storm and holds the wrath of a vengeful god. He has a dragon's will and an unyielding heart that will willingly sacrifice their own life and soul to defend what he believes in and those he cares for.
Faction:
He has been for a long time a member of the Sureiya but has since left the organization. After his encounter with Suleykaar, he has moved more towards the Taxis, helping them abolish the abominations the world has sent loose on its people. He now bares a special and unique emblem on his armor. The flaming sword and green sun, combined into a one of a kind patch, one that pays homage to his past and what he currently believes in...The annihilation of what goes bump in the night.
Pet:
Spirit, a little snow wyvern who stands a foot high and 3 feet long. He had found him in Gaia, in the forest of Lapis during its the season of frost. Spirit is a peculiar little specimen as it a bit unpredictable but not much to be too much of a nuisance. With its occasional chirps and mild screeches, Spirit has taken a warm welcome to Soron, considering him to be his little scaly brother. Soron has developed a few words specific to Spirit for commands:
Baruut (Burn/Breath) - This is used for Spirit to burn opponents
Frie (Fly) - This is used mostly for scouting or hunting
Ren (Return) - Self Explanitory
Sahied (stop) - Self Explanitory but sadly is one that Soron has trouble with. This is because of his little mischevious scaly brother, Spirit.
There are others that he uses but these are most used and heard coming from Soron. It is difficult for many to order Spirit around as it only recognizes Soron's voice and tone. However, Suley is known to mess with Soron since he can mimic Soron a bit, causing Soron to get easily annoyed with the red dragon.
Exp:
Having come from a fairly violent past, he has mastered the art of combat, effectively bringing opponents down in shorter time than most. Time with the Sureiya further increased this when hunting large foes or predators like feral dragons and the like. At the same time he has learned about their body language, concluding whether or not it is simply guarding its territory or hunting for a meal. Effectively he could live in the wild for a long time should it ever come down to it. He can react on instinct and has honed his senses to the wild, allowing him to sense danger in a way. Just as he can read dragons and other predators or foes, he can read people, understanding their body language and when to say something or not to, helping with his social and combat related events. The use of magic and how to use it effectively with little effort also stems from this violent training as he does not have a incredibly strong soul. All of this combined, Soron is not one to be trifled with nor take head on, not without a couple of people to guard one's own hide.
Spells:
The Whispering Sword:
This is used in conjunction with his onyx stones. He creates a dome of transparent magic (roughly 10 meters in diameter) that allows him to shadow step around the battlefield and nullify the sound within the dome. Now as he is not a full blooded Nayu, this requires runes to allow him the ability to shadow step without shadow stepping. These stones contain teleportation magic, leaving the dome to nullify any extra sounds that come from the stones themselves.
Runes:
Considering that these runes are as powerful as magic, I'll let them take the place for any other spells.
Abilities/Powers:
Poison resistance:
Blood Trait
Blood consumption:
Blood Trait
Night vision:
Blood Trait
Bleed resistance:
Blood Trait
Thick blood:
Blood Trait
Bright light resistance:
Blood Trait
Soul detection:
Blood Trait
Tactician:
Years of experience in battle have taught Soron about minimum effort, maximum effiecency. This can be seen in his fighting style and stance which is low and coiled, blade up and pointed with his left palm outward for magic. He has aptly named this The Basilisk Stance in reference to his fight against his first basilisk.
Rune use:
His ability to use the runes on his body whether singularly or in tandem with another is honed thanks to his practice wit them at a young age and over the course of his life.
Instinct:
His weeks in Nero's deadlands and the predators that consider it home quickly increased his natural ability to react to situations under stress. This has also worked for his time amongst the people and in conversation, especially when it begins to go south.
Perceptive:
He can read people and creatures alike, understanding their habits and when they are angered, frightened, or on the hunt. He can also read the mannerisms of others to suggest what they are thinking.
Intimidating Aura:
This just seems to be a natural thing he has, he cannot explain why but he simply accepts it as it has saved him trouble many times.
Commanding Aura:
As well as his intimidating aura, he has this air about him that commands respect and gives off this authority like vibe.
Weapons:
1x Two handed long sword forged from steel and silver and dipped in Basilisk venom for added effectiveness.
1x One handed sword made the same as his long sword.
2x silver/steel daggers
A few pouches of light and smoke powder meant for escape or distraction on the field.
A bag of stones, each containing runes of an element. Similar in the aspects of a grenade in their application.
A black bag of onyx gems, carved with the rune for shadow manipulation. Used for one of his techniques, "shadow dancing"
History:
Born within the lands of Nero, he has been surrounded by death for a portion of his life, just enough to remind him how important life really is. Growing up within a family of dragonslayers and mages, there was never a doubt that he wouldn't follow within his families footsteps. His family was a unique one as his great great grandmother was a mage and great great grand father a dragonslayer, having brought into this world a group of slayers whose specialty was in combative slayer magic. Unique in the aspect that most of the techniques required runes. Whether or not those runes were on inorganic objects or on their person mattered not. It was a technique that was passed about their little village of Basille, 10 miles northwest of Nero's known town, Twilight. When Soron was of age, around 5, he was given the opportunity to go through a special family tradition, the ritual known as the Trail of Nails. This required the work of a mage and healer, as well as a priest or shaman. Carved into the body were runes meant for dragon slaying, each imbued with a specific element. The throat, carved with a symbol for wind and fire to symbolize their calling to the profession and the fire of life that burned from within. The feet, etched wit earth, meant to symbolize their resolve for the trade and the idea of never losing one's ground in a fight, to battle to the death. The arms or wrists with water and lightning, to represent the grace and precision in each swing of the blade, painting the earth's canvas with crimson red from their instrument of death. Lastly, the front of their body with those of shadows. This was to never forget the darkness that they came from but a reminder for those who dare to face it.
The process was an excruciatingly painful one but one that would allow him to bare the name Dragonbane, otherwise, he would have been simply known as Soron of Basille as what had happened to his uncle Pyre of Basille. With this completed, he would begin training in the art of dragonslaying, the art of war. He would also be paired with a young girl for who he would wed and continue the line of Dragonslayers. Her name was Ariel. A sweet and kind girl born into a mage family. Her hair was like autumn. Red with bits of yellow and orange to give it a distinctive look. He had fallen in love with this girl and as he trained and grew, so did she and as such the relationship with each other. by the age of 21 he was due to be wed on a cool spring night. But it was this night that would seal their fate. Hours before the wedding ritual, a few basilisk had terrorized the small village, plummeting into chaos. Amidst the chaos, he had watched in horror and anger as his soon to be was ripped in half and devoured by the basilisk, never to be seen again. A few days had gone by when the attack happened and some of the surviving members of the village went out in search of the serpents responsible for the destruction...None returned.
As the pain and distraught subsided, something emerged from within...An anger none in his village have ever witnessed. His fire from within became a maelstrom of wrath and vengeance. When no one else dared to step up he stood, leaving these words to echo through history. "Those...things...They have reaped what they have sown. I will go, I will claim what is mine. Kill them? Neigh...I will massacre them, I will rip each scale from their dreadful hide, I will tear each fang out one by one until they learn of the wrath they truly brought upon themselves. I WILL LEAVE THIS CREATURES AS NOTHING MORE THAN A WHISPER IN THE PAGES OF HISTORY! With this, he gathered his things and made way for the deep ruins of Nero. Many close calls came from this travel. Smaller predators attempting to devour him but none to succeed. He was quick, careful and always weary about his surroundings. This kept him on his toes, never to trust what laid behind a bush or what slithered above. Weeks would go by and he had survived thus far of fthe land and with what little it could provide. One day, he had come across a cave, one that held the tattered remains of a beautiful emerald gown, one stained with blood and the sweet scent of his Ariel. He yelled into the mouth of the abyss, challenging whatever reared its ugly head from its darkness.
Eyes glowed...
The hissing death approached...
Fangs dripped wit ha viscous goo...
Its new prey had arrived...
It reared back, coiled and ready to strike...
Eyes unwavering...
Will undying...
Nerves steeled as the memories of his precious Autumn gem projected across his vision...
They circle each other...
Only the screech of a small wyvern signaling the battle...
Noone knows what had happened that night, but many suspect that the fight lasted hours into the night. The village was beyond surprised when he had returned with not only his life, but the head of that dreadful beast. He vowed on that day that he would protect those of the lands from these scaled demons of the land, the sea and the air. Word had gone throughout the lands from Nero to the far reaches of Gaia, only to be picked up by Sureiya, the group of dragonslayers known for taking on feral dragons. They welcomed him and for some time he had walked shoulder to shoulder with them, his brothers in arms. It wasn't until rumors of a dragon as large as a lake were running through the lands of Fotia. It was "terrorizing" the nearby villages and towns above the main city. A large reward was placed on its head and many from the group attempted to take on this dragon but none returned, much like his time in Basille. Once again he rose to the challenge and made way for Fotia's largest mountain, Dragon's Peak.
Months a few weeks had pssed as he traveled to the mountain top, taking on a few small feral dragons along the way. Finally, when he reached the supposed layer of the dragon he was taken back by the beast. It spoke, quite elegantly. He was confused but nonetheless made a vow to rid the world of demons like him and so he attacked. The battle was once again long and grueling but surprisingly ended in a stalemate. Soron in the mouth of the beast and the beast, who he now considers a companion, Suleykaar, ready to end the life of Soron with one bite. Suleykaar could continue his onslaught but Soron was badly wounded and dying so Suley made a proposal, he would spare his life if Soron swore an Oath to remain with Suleykaar for the rest of his days and never to kill another dragon unless in self defense for him or another. A life for a life. Reluctantly, Soron agreed to the terms and he yielded, the first time ever in his long life. At the age of 50 he had made this truce. With it also came the end of his dragonslaying days. He never did turn in his patch to the Sureiya, holding onto it as a reminder of grand days on the field. However, he still needed to make a living, so he decided that it would be best ot put his experience into a group known as Taxis, an entity that was similar to the Sureiya in the aspect of defense against demons but different demons, demons that were everywhere, including the cities and towns. He would provide security for trade routs and caravans, nobles and the occasional commoner who could afford it.
The rest of his life is a mystery as the pages have not been written yet. Who knows what Soron's future holds. Will he live a full, happy life? Or will he die at the hands of the dragon or worse? Those that know weave the strings of fate and will tell those who know Soron when it is time to cut the strings...
The process was an excruciatingly painful one but one that would allow him to bare the name Dragonbane, otherwise, he would have been simply known as Soron of Basille as what had happened to his uncle Pyre of Basille. With this completed, he would begin training in the art of dragonslaying, the art of war. He would also be paired with a young girl for who he would wed and continue the line of Dragonslayers. Her name was Ariel. A sweet and kind girl born into a mage family. Her hair was like autumn. Red with bits of yellow and orange to give it a distinctive look. He had fallen in love with this girl and as he trained and grew, so did she and as such the relationship with each other. by the age of 21 he was due to be wed on a cool spring night. But it was this night that would seal their fate. Hours before the wedding ritual, a few basilisk had terrorized the small village, plummeting into chaos. Amidst the chaos, he had watched in horror and anger as his soon to be was ripped in half and devoured by the basilisk, never to be seen again. A few days had gone by when the attack happened and some of the surviving members of the village went out in search of the serpents responsible for the destruction...None returned.
As the pain and distraught subsided, something emerged from within...An anger none in his village have ever witnessed. His fire from within became a maelstrom of wrath and vengeance. When no one else dared to step up he stood, leaving these words to echo through history. "Those...things...They have reaped what they have sown. I will go, I will claim what is mine. Kill them? Neigh...I will massacre them, I will rip each scale from their dreadful hide, I will tear each fang out one by one until they learn of the wrath they truly brought upon themselves. I WILL LEAVE THIS CREATURES AS NOTHING MORE THAN A WHISPER IN THE PAGES OF HISTORY! With this, he gathered his things and made way for the deep ruins of Nero. Many close calls came from this travel. Smaller predators attempting to devour him but none to succeed. He was quick, careful and always weary about his surroundings. This kept him on his toes, never to trust what laid behind a bush or what slithered above. Weeks would go by and he had survived thus far of fthe land and with what little it could provide. One day, he had come across a cave, one that held the tattered remains of a beautiful emerald gown, one stained with blood and the sweet scent of his Ariel. He yelled into the mouth of the abyss, challenging whatever reared its ugly head from its darkness.
Eyes glowed...
The hissing death approached...
Fangs dripped wit ha viscous goo...
Its new prey had arrived...
It reared back, coiled and ready to strike...
Eyes unwavering...
Will undying...
Nerves steeled as the memories of his precious Autumn gem projected across his vision...
They circle each other...
Only the screech of a small wyvern signaling the battle...
Noone knows what had happened that night, but many suspect that the fight lasted hours into the night. The village was beyond surprised when he had returned with not only his life, but the head of that dreadful beast. He vowed on that day that he would protect those of the lands from these scaled demons of the land, the sea and the air. Word had gone throughout the lands from Nero to the far reaches of Gaia, only to be picked up by Sureiya, the group of dragonslayers known for taking on feral dragons. They welcomed him and for some time he had walked shoulder to shoulder with them, his brothers in arms. It wasn't until rumors of a dragon as large as a lake were running through the lands of Fotia. It was "terrorizing" the nearby villages and towns above the main city. A large reward was placed on its head and many from the group attempted to take on this dragon but none returned, much like his time in Basille. Once again he rose to the challenge and made way for Fotia's largest mountain, Dragon's Peak.
Months a few weeks had pssed as he traveled to the mountain top, taking on a few small feral dragons along the way. Finally, when he reached the supposed layer of the dragon he was taken back by the beast. It spoke, quite elegantly. He was confused but nonetheless made a vow to rid the world of demons like him and so he attacked. The battle was once again long and grueling but surprisingly ended in a stalemate. Soron in the mouth of the beast and the beast, who he now considers a companion, Suleykaar, ready to end the life of Soron with one bite. Suleykaar could continue his onslaught but Soron was badly wounded and dying so Suley made a proposal, he would spare his life if Soron swore an Oath to remain with Suleykaar for the rest of his days and never to kill another dragon unless in self defense for him or another. A life for a life. Reluctantly, Soron agreed to the terms and he yielded, the first time ever in his long life. At the age of 50 he had made this truce. With it also came the end of his dragonslaying days. He never did turn in his patch to the Sureiya, holding onto it as a reminder of grand days on the field. However, he still needed to make a living, so he decided that it would be best ot put his experience into a group known as Taxis, an entity that was similar to the Sureiya in the aspect of defense against demons but different demons, demons that were everywhere, including the cities and towns. He would provide security for trade routs and caravans, nobles and the occasional commoner who could afford it.
The rest of his life is a mystery as the pages have not been written yet. Who knows what Soron's future holds. Will he live a full, happy life? Or will he die at the hands of the dragon or worse? Those that know weave the strings of fate and will tell those who know Soron when it is time to cut the strings...
Trivia: (optional) Didn't know that
-Soron has a soft spot for Spirit so he has been known to speak to spirit as if he was a little child. It is adorable but is easily embarrassed by it as he is a man with a tough outer shell.
-Soron keeps a journal full of pictures and memoires of his journeys, as well as old task sheets and flyers he did for work. In the front page of it reads "In Memory of Ariel, May Our Souls be Bonded in the Afterlife" and "If you find this with my body, bury me and bring this to someone who can make a book of this. Any money made from it is to go to my next of kin should I have one."
-He has named his blades Ariel and Basille, after his home and his love.
-He has ideas for new weaponry, one of which involves explosive magic and small, metal arrows, all confined in a metal barrel of sorts.
-He loves to draw
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@FallenTrinity That's happened to me wayy too many times before. I always work on stuff in a g-doc now so it auto-saves in case my PC decides to send me back to the stone age... Plus then I can just access it from my phone and finish/post whatever it is without any huge delay.
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@Vesuvius00 Google docs have saved my bacon much in terms of profiles.
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I managed to remember up to what I need to. refresh the page and check it out ^^
I managed to remember up to what I need to. refresh the page and check it out ^^
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@FallenTrinity Nice that you remembered that much. I guess it was fresh on your mind.
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@FallenTrinity Pretty nice so far. I cannot wait for the finished product.
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@FallenTrinity I have a couple of characters like that... in terms of most thought out and most detailed too. I just try to not go overboard or they might end up like, a profile I am working on that has 12k more characters than the maximum this Forum can post. (28k Words.)
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@Landaus Five-One
I'm at around 13k+ with Soron currently with the bulk of it being his backstory (fyi its done ^^) but I still have to add in his abilities and weapons with some trivia and thaen its complete
I'm at around 13k+ with Soron currently with the bulk of it being his backstory (fyi its done ^^) but I still have to add in his abilities and weapons with some trivia and thaen its complete
@Rai Two characters I wish to apply, let me know if I need to fix anything.
Physical appearance
Apparel
Personality
Faction
Pet
Exp
Spells
Abilities/Powers
Weapons
History
Physical appearance
Apparel
Personality
Faction
Pet
Exp
Spells
Abilities/Powers
Weapons
History
Serena Searstra
"Try harming my family and you won’t live to regret it."
Age: 24
Blood%: 100% Seraphim
Gender: Female
Sex Preference: Bisexual
Height: 5’9”/1.8m
Weight: 135 lbs/61kg
Blood%: 100% Seraphim
Gender: Female
Sex Preference: Bisexual
Height: 5’9”/1.8m
Weight: 135 lbs/61kg
Physical appearance
She has angelic features due to her pure Seraphim blood, her hair is light blonde, something she keeps well maintained, amber colored eyes and pure white angel wings that are 3 meters across (10 ft) and a halo that floats above her head.
Apparel
The outfit she mostly wears is a dark purple dress with sleeves, coming from a wealthy family, very little of her wardrobe has anything that isn’t consider ‘high class’, so with this being as normal as possible for her, she tends to wear it the most often and completing her look is a gemstone given to her as a gift which she wears in the center of her forehead. When in combat, she can summon light armor onto her outfit, two shoulder pads hover a few inches above her shoulders and can move a few inches in the radius of her shoulders and upper arms to block incoming attacks.
Personality
Serena is serious nearly all of the time, her faces is usually expressionless, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t smile nor enjoys herself, she just tends not to express herself a lot. One person that can get her to express more of her emotions is her sister, whilst she does lover her younger sibling more than life itself, she can at times become easily irritated by her childish behavior and when trying to get her to behave properly, feel like her mother, something she dislikes greatly.
Faction
None.
Pet
None.
Exp
Serena's training didn't really begin until she was a teenager, she first learned her fighting skills from her sister Ava, she taught her the basics of fighting hand-to-hand, learning quickly and being almost equal to her. When she got her hands on her family's spear at the age of 16, she devoted much of her time to learning how to wield and use it properly, she became very proficient with it and was able to best even her father in a sparring match. She even combined the speed and strength of the weapon with that of her enhancement spells, though exhausting, it paid off, allowing her to endure more physical damage and become even faster with her spear.
Spells
- Divine Radiance – This spell allows for a person’s offensive and defensive capabilities to increase, allowing them to deliver and receive more damage, it also slightly boosts their endurance.
- Tranquility – When this spell is cast, it temporarily reduces the weight of their body, making them feel near weightless and improves their mobility and speed.
Abilities/Powers
- Soul detection
- Air walking
- Halo & Angel wings
- Flight
- Intangible form & Form manipulation
- Portal jumping
- Portal sensing
- Portal conjuring
- Ghost Vision
Weapons
The Searstra Lightning Spear is a weapon that’s passed down to the females of the family and Serena was lucky enough to become the next one to inherit it when she turned sixteen. As the name suggests, the weapon is enchanted with lightning, allowing electric bolts to be launched as well as inflicting shock damage to an opponent if struck by it. The weapon also has a slight personality to it, being very picky on who it chooses as it’s wielder and if held by anyone other than Serena, it will shock them until it’s released.
History
Serena was born to a wealthy family in Pearl, as a result, she got everything that she could ever want, along with her mother teaching her proper etiquette and lady like behavior amongst their social class, it all left her incredibly bored, often leading her to get into mischievous trouble, usually playing pranks on her siblings or the house staff but her fun was usually cut short when her mother scolded her and said that someone of their statue shouldn’t be doing something like that.
Then things started to change when she was around nine, a letter had arrived from an unknown sender, upon reading it, she found out that she had another sibling; excited and without thinking nor really understanding the concepts of an illegitimate child, she rushed the letter to her mother who became furious when she read it. A fight ensued between her parents, but things eventually settled with them and she agreed to let the child should her mother pass, however Serena’s mother was against the bastard child coming to live with them, but since she loved her husband, she would do whatever he requested.
A few months later, just past Serena’s tenth birthday, her half-sibling, Ava, appeared at their door, explaining who she was and showed the response letter that her father had sent months prior when Ava’s mother was still alive. Even with Serena’s mother having agreed with her husband to allow Ava to stay with them if required, she couldn’t help but try to cast the child away, seeing her dragon-like appearance sickened her, she felt as though their bloodline had been tainted and she didn’t want to have her living with them.
After much debate though, Serena’s father put his foot down and her mother complied but wouldn’t accept Ava as an actual member of the family. The same went for most of Serena’s other siblings, her three sisters and lone brother also despised the bastard child, but they complied with their father’s wishes. Serena on the other hand was happy to welcome her into their home, she made sure to personally set up a room for her new sibling, though it wasn’t given to her right away, they had a spare room but it had been used for storage for a few years, so it took some time to clear it out.
For the meantime then, she stayed in Serena’s room with her, even though her mother disapproved of it, her daughter’s happiness was important to her and she allowed Ava to stay with Serena although a close eye was kept on her. For the first time in a while she was genuinely happy, she had someone around her own age to play with and talk to (her siblings, being older than her, often refused to play with her, having found such things to be childish) but now that she had Ava, she didn’t need to worry about bothering her siblings.
The two did everything together and Serena was always there to protect her little sister should her siblings or mother try to degrade Ava, even if it meant she was punished for it. As the years passed by, because of how much Serena took care of her sibling, her personality changed slightly, no longer was she the mischievous troublemaker, now she was more mature and didn’t show as much emotion as she did before, well at least not to anyone other than Ava mostly.
During their teenage years, less fun was focused on and more training in her combat skills, when she turned sixteen, she and the rest of her sisters were brought before their family heirloom, the Lightning Spear, in a room that tested how compatible they were to the weapon. Each one attempted to grab hold of the spear, but they were all rejected, her second oldest sister refused to accept that the weapon didn’t wish for her to be it’s wielder and tried to force it, but this only seemed to upset it, eventually sending it into a rage where it unleashed it’s power, attacking anything that approached it.
Serena would’ve left and let her siblings and mother deal with it, but when it’s wild rampage injured Ava, she couldn’t allow that to stand and approached the wild family heirloom. When it focused it’s attention to her, she stared it down before turning her back to it, waiting for it to make it’s move. When it finally launched towards her, she turned her body in with the attack, spinning around and then grabbing hold of it before slamming the point into the ground until it finally settled.
Since then, the weapon has been hers, she’s been training with it nonstop and it will allow no one other than herself to wield it. Now she sets out on her own path with Ava accompanying her, she doesn’t know what the future will entail but as long as she has her sister, she’ll face it with open arms.
Then things started to change when she was around nine, a letter had arrived from an unknown sender, upon reading it, she found out that she had another sibling; excited and without thinking nor really understanding the concepts of an illegitimate child, she rushed the letter to her mother who became furious when she read it. A fight ensued between her parents, but things eventually settled with them and she agreed to let the child should her mother pass, however Serena’s mother was against the bastard child coming to live with them, but since she loved her husband, she would do whatever he requested.
A few months later, just past Serena’s tenth birthday, her half-sibling, Ava, appeared at their door, explaining who she was and showed the response letter that her father had sent months prior when Ava’s mother was still alive. Even with Serena’s mother having agreed with her husband to allow Ava to stay with them if required, she couldn’t help but try to cast the child away, seeing her dragon-like appearance sickened her, she felt as though their bloodline had been tainted and she didn’t want to have her living with them.
After much debate though, Serena’s father put his foot down and her mother complied but wouldn’t accept Ava as an actual member of the family. The same went for most of Serena’s other siblings, her three sisters and lone brother also despised the bastard child, but they complied with their father’s wishes. Serena on the other hand was happy to welcome her into their home, she made sure to personally set up a room for her new sibling, though it wasn’t given to her right away, they had a spare room but it had been used for storage for a few years, so it took some time to clear it out.
For the meantime then, she stayed in Serena’s room with her, even though her mother disapproved of it, her daughter’s happiness was important to her and she allowed Ava to stay with Serena although a close eye was kept on her. For the first time in a while she was genuinely happy, she had someone around her own age to play with and talk to (her siblings, being older than her, often refused to play with her, having found such things to be childish) but now that she had Ava, she didn’t need to worry about bothering her siblings.
The two did everything together and Serena was always there to protect her little sister should her siblings or mother try to degrade Ava, even if it meant she was punished for it. As the years passed by, because of how much Serena took care of her sibling, her personality changed slightly, no longer was she the mischievous troublemaker, now she was more mature and didn’t show as much emotion as she did before, well at least not to anyone other than Ava mostly.
During their teenage years, less fun was focused on and more training in her combat skills, when she turned sixteen, she and the rest of her sisters were brought before their family heirloom, the Lightning Spear, in a room that tested how compatible they were to the weapon. Each one attempted to grab hold of the spear, but they were all rejected, her second oldest sister refused to accept that the weapon didn’t wish for her to be it’s wielder and tried to force it, but this only seemed to upset it, eventually sending it into a rage where it unleashed it’s power, attacking anything that approached it.
Serena would’ve left and let her siblings and mother deal with it, but when it’s wild rampage injured Ava, she couldn’t allow that to stand and approached the wild family heirloom. When it focused it’s attention to her, she stared it down before turning her back to it, waiting for it to make it’s move. When it finally launched towards her, she turned her body in with the attack, spinning around and then grabbing hold of it before slamming the point into the ground until it finally settled.
Since then, the weapon has been hers, she’s been training with it nonstop and it will allow no one other than herself to wield it. Now she sets out on her own path with Ava accompanying her, she doesn’t know what the future will entail but as long as she has her sister, she’ll face it with open arms.
Created a technique with her sister called ‘Heaven & Hell’, see Ava’s Trivia for more information.
Ava Siendri-Searstra
"Any who would do my sister harm shall receive no mercy from me"
Age: 22
Blood%: 50% Dragon | 50% Seraphim
Gender: Female
Sex Preference: Homosexual
Height: 5’7”/1.7m
Weight: 125 lbs/56kg
Blood%: 50% Dragon | 50% Seraphim
Gender: Female
Sex Preference: Homosexual
Height: 5’7”/1.7m
Weight: 125 lbs/56kg
Physical appearance
Refer to picture.
Apparel
Her main attire is usually a loose white dress, allowing her to move more freely without having her dragon attributes being encumbered by more restrictive clothing. When going into combat, she dawns on leather armor that protects the rest of her body that isn’t covered by scales, it having been modified slightly to allow her wings to not be hindered by it.
Personality
Ava is somewhat serious most of the time but she’s also still immature, tending to act childish around her sister who she has deep admiration and care fore. Since she’s so fond of her sister, she tends to be protective of her and cautious around new people that she interacts with, quick to attack them should they pose a threat to her, however once she’s gotten to know someone and they aren’t a threat to them, she tries to be as friendly as she possible can be. During her free time, she enjoys either soaring the skies or resting in grassy areas under trees, often taken long naps with the latter.
Faction
None.
Pet
None.
Exp
During Ava’s childhood when her mother was still alive, she was taught how to fly and how to use her dragon attributes to her advantage, she became well versed in hand-to-hand combat and can hold her own in that regard. When she moved in to her father’s home, she learned how to fight fight with various weapons all through her teenage year, although she’s competent with them, her sister holds the strength in that department.
Spells
- Dragon’s Wrath – Momentarily this spell allows her to breath fire, the strength which is comparable to that of a pure blood dragon.
- Soul Blade – She can conjure a sword (one in the picture) that is said to be able to pierce almost any armor, however there is a significant drawback to this spell, it drains the user’s magic heavily and should it be used for too long can leave her exhausted and incapacitated.
Abilities/Powers
- Soul detection
- Air walking
- Dragon wings and tail
- Strong sense of smell
- Metal dense horns
- Flight
- Scales that are resistant to heat and cold
- Binocular vision
- Sharp claws and moderate strength
- Body Illumination (More noticeable the darker it is)
Weapons
Aside from her claws and tail, she also has a scythe, it having the attribute of a dragon, representing her heritage and where she came from.
History
Ava was born an illegitimate child to the Searstra family, her father who was Seraphim and mother who was a dragon had met in Pearl town at Savvan’s Inn. Captivated by her mother’s human appearance, he bought her a drink, eventually that lead into the two of them sharing a passionate one night stand, then a few months later, Ava was born.
Feeling that the man who got her pregnant should know about his child, she wrote a letter to him after getting some information on who he was, even if he hadn’t wished to be apart of Ava’s life, she still felt it was the courteous thing to do. His response was a positive one, though he said he couldn’t actively be apart of her life because of the complications it would cause for his family, but he sent her gifts and money as often as he could, since Ava’s mother expected nothing from him, she didn’t hold it against him and was actually happy that he wanted to be apart of their daughter’s life, even if it was indirectly.
Even with only her mother, Ava was still relatively happy and even though she was curious about her father, she didn’t bother her mother too much with inquires about him. Her happiness however didn’t last long, her mother soon became ill and fearing that her daughter would be left by herself with no one to care for her, she wrote another letter to Ava’s father a few months before her passing, asking him to take her in should her illness take her.
Ava had been greatly hurt by the death of her mother, she also was scared of being alone in the world, but then remembered what her mother told her, explaining where her father was and that she’d be taken in by him should she not make it. Packing up what little she had, she made her way to Pearl, though the journey was arduous, she eventually made it to the home where her father lived. The house was a large mansion and her father was very wealthy, it was how he was able to provide many gifts and money to Ava and her mother over the years.
Her arrival to the home wasn’t a welcome one to many of the other members of the family, they had learned of Ava months back when her mother sent the letter to them and then upon hearing that she’d be living with them, they found it disgraceful to have a bastard in the family. The only ones that had been accepting of Ava from the start was her father and sister, Serena.
For her first few months there, Ava’s other sisters and brother as well as her new mother treated her like a servant rather than another member of the family and it did hurt her at times feeling as though she was an unwanted nuisance, but having the love and support of Serena as well as her father made up for it and she endured the abuse she got from the rest of the family. As the years passed most of them adjusted to and eventually accepted her as part of the family, the only obstinate ones being her brother and mother, but that didn’t really bother her, she was just happy to not feel completely like an outsider anymore.
During those years, Ava spent most of her time around Serena since she was the one of the first ones to accept her into the family. Once they were into their teenage years and were learning more about their abilities, they would spar with one another, becoming rivals of sorts, although it became clear early on that Serena was the better combatant, but that didn’t stop Ava from trying to best her sister each time they fought.
Now that they’re adults, Ava’s main goal is to protect her sister in order to repay her as well as their father for taking her in and loving her when they didn’t need to; she’ll gladly give up her life for her sister if it will keep her safe.
Feeling that the man who got her pregnant should know about his child, she wrote a letter to him after getting some information on who he was, even if he hadn’t wished to be apart of Ava’s life, she still felt it was the courteous thing to do. His response was a positive one, though he said he couldn’t actively be apart of her life because of the complications it would cause for his family, but he sent her gifts and money as often as he could, since Ava’s mother expected nothing from him, she didn’t hold it against him and was actually happy that he wanted to be apart of their daughter’s life, even if it was indirectly.
Even with only her mother, Ava was still relatively happy and even though she was curious about her father, she didn’t bother her mother too much with inquires about him. Her happiness however didn’t last long, her mother soon became ill and fearing that her daughter would be left by herself with no one to care for her, she wrote another letter to Ava’s father a few months before her passing, asking him to take her in should her illness take her.
Ava had been greatly hurt by the death of her mother, she also was scared of being alone in the world, but then remembered what her mother told her, explaining where her father was and that she’d be taken in by him should she not make it. Packing up what little she had, she made her way to Pearl, though the journey was arduous, she eventually made it to the home where her father lived. The house was a large mansion and her father was very wealthy, it was how he was able to provide many gifts and money to Ava and her mother over the years.
Her arrival to the home wasn’t a welcome one to many of the other members of the family, they had learned of Ava months back when her mother sent the letter to them and then upon hearing that she’d be living with them, they found it disgraceful to have a bastard in the family. The only ones that had been accepting of Ava from the start was her father and sister, Serena.
For her first few months there, Ava’s other sisters and brother as well as her new mother treated her like a servant rather than another member of the family and it did hurt her at times feeling as though she was an unwanted nuisance, but having the love and support of Serena as well as her father made up for it and she endured the abuse she got from the rest of the family. As the years passed most of them adjusted to and eventually accepted her as part of the family, the only obstinate ones being her brother and mother, but that didn’t really bother her, she was just happy to not feel completely like an outsider anymore.
During those years, Ava spent most of her time around Serena since she was the one of the first ones to accept her into the family. Once they were into their teenage years and were learning more about their abilities, they would spar with one another, becoming rivals of sorts, although it became clear early on that Serena was the better combatant, but that didn’t stop Ava from trying to best her sister each time they fought.
Now that they’re adults, Ava’s main goal is to protect her sister in order to repay her as well as their father for taking her in and loving her when they didn’t need to; she’ll gladly give up her life for her sister if it will keep her safe.
Ava has somewhat of a sister complex, because of how close they’ve gotten over the years, she’s developed romantic feelings for Serena and hopes she can eventually find the courage to tell her how she really feels.
She developed a technique with her sister called ‘Heaven & Hell’, with this move, they both attack simultaneously and when their opponent looks towards ‘Heaven’, Ava strikes from ‘Hell’ then when they look towards ‘Hell’, Serena strikes from ‘Heaven’.
The reason Ava’s surname is hyphenated is because it belonged to her mother and since she has very little of her mother left, she chose to take it on in addition to her new family’s name so she would always have a piece of her mother with her.
She developed a technique with her sister called ‘Heaven & Hell’, with this move, they both attack simultaneously and when their opponent looks towards ‘Heaven’, Ava strikes from ‘Hell’ then when they look towards ‘Hell’, Serena strikes from ‘Heaven’.
The reason Ava’s surname is hyphenated is because it belonged to her mother and since she has very little of her mother left, she chose to take it on in addition to her new family’s name so she would always have a piece of her mother with her.
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@Rai
Name:
Soron Dragonbane
Age:
89
Blood%:
40% Nayu, 20% Oro, 20% Sol, 20% Seraphim
Gender:
Male
Sex Preference:
Hetero
Height:
6'3"
Weight:
230lbs
Apparel:
Pictured Above
Appearance:
He stands at a rather built six feet, 3 inches and a well worked two hundred and thirty odd pounds. His armor is nothing impressive but rather what lies underneath. Painted with scars like a violent canvas, this shows his history, remembering each and every one and what they represent. The most recent and memorable one crosses from his right shoulder to his left side hip, the one given to him by Suleykaar after he attempted to devour him. On his skin as well are runes which he uses in combat, each one carved into him and blessed, allowing them to be used. One on his throat which channels wind and fire, two on his feet, meant to channel earth, two on his wrists to channel water or lightning and a set of runes and words across the front half of his body to channel shadow magic.
Personality:
Despite his abrasive outer shell, he is quite the contrast. He likes to socialize but tends to be more of a listener than a speaker and uses his body for much of the conversation offering nods in agreement, shrugs when unsure and shakes of the head when in disagreement and tapping his finger when annoyed. As well as his body language, much of his feelings can be seen through his eyes as they do most of the talking. When he does speak it is brief but to the point and does not shy away from speaking his mind. One of his biggest pet peeves is actually his companion, Suleykaar as can be seen in their interactions. He relates Suls, as he calls him, as a 100ft spoiled brat, having to babysit him when about town so he doesn't cause to much trouble.
On the battlefield he is not too much different as he is a tactician, finding techniques and maneuvers that can better enhance his own fight or those he goes into combat with. He never yields in his strikes nor shows remorse. They are quick, efficient, precise and deadly, considering each stroke to be his last. This he had adopted as a young boy through intensive and brutal training regiments on and off the field though he preferred the field training as it had honed in his skills with a sword as well as his combative reflexes, now in life acting on instinct rather than muscle memory.
One thing is for sure. Should one attempt to harm Soron or his companion, heed this warning. He is violent and cold as a winter's storm and holds the wrath of a vengeful god. He has a dragon's will and an unyielding heart that will willingly sacrifice their own life and soul to defend what he believes in and those he cares for.
Faction:
He has been for a long time a member of the Sureiya but has since left the organization. After his encounter with Suleykaar, he has moved more towards the Taxis, helping them abolish the abominations the world has sent loose on its people. He now bares a special and unique emblem on his armor. The flaming sword and green sun, combined into a one of a kind patch, one that pays homage to his past and what he currently believes in...The annihilation of what goes bump in the night.
Pet:
Spirit, a little snow wyvern who stands a foot high and 3 feet long. He had found him in Gaia, in the forest of Lapis during its the season of frost. Spirit is a peculiar little specimen as it a bit unpredictable but not much to be too much of a nuisance. With its occasional chirps and mild screeches, Spirit has taken a warm welcome to Soron, considering him to be his little scaly brother. Soron has developed a few words specific to Spirit for commands:
Baruut (Burn/Breath) - This is used for Spirit to burn opponents
Frie (Fly) - This is used mostly for scouting or hunting
Ren (Return) - Self Explanitory
Sahied (stop) - Self Explanitory but sadly is one that Soron has trouble with. This is because of his little mischevious scaly brother, Spirit.
There are others that he uses but these are most used and heard coming from Soron. It is difficult for many to order Spirit around as it only recognizes Soron's voice and tone. However, Suley is known to mess with Soron since he can mimic Soron a bit, causing Soron to get easily annoyed with the red dragon.
Exp:
Having come from a fairly violent past, he has mastered the art of combat, effectively bringing opponents down in shorter time than most. Time with the Sureiya further increased this when hunting large foes or predators like feral dragons and the like. At the same time he has learned about their body language, concluding whether or not it is simply guarding its territory or hunting for a meal. Effectively he could live in the wild for a long time should it ever come down to it. He can react on instinct and has honed his senses to the wild, allowing him to sense danger in a way. Just as he can read dragons and other predators or foes, he can read people, understanding their body language and when to say something or not to, helping with his social and combat related events. The use of magic and how to use it effectively with little effort also stems from this violent training as he does not have a incredibly strong soul. All of this combined, Soron is not one to be trifled with nor take head on, not without a couple of people to guard one's own hide.
Spells:
The Whispering Sword:
This is used in conjunction with his onyx stones. He creates a dome of transparent magic (roughly 10 meters in diameter) that allows him to shadow step around the battlefield and nullify the sound within the dome. Now as he is not a full blooded Nayu, this requires runes to allow him the ability to shadow step without shadow stepping. These stones contain teleportation magic, leaving the dome to nullify any extra sounds that come from the stones themselves.
Runes:
Considering that these runes are as powerful as magic, I'll let them take the place for any other spells.
Abilities/Powers:
Poison resistance:
Blood Trait
Blood consumption:
Blood Trait
Night vision:
Blood Trait
Bleed resistance:
Blood Trait
Thick blood:
Blood Trait
Bright light resistance:
Blood Trait
Soul detection:
Blood Trait
Tactician:
Years of experience in battle have taught Soron about minimum effort, maximum effiecency. This can be seen in his fighting style and stance which is low and coiled, blade up and pointed with his left palm outward for magic. He has aptly named this The Basilisk Stance in reference to his fight against his first basilisk.
Rune use:
His ability to use the runes on his body whether singularly or in tandem with another is honed thanks to his practice wit them at a young age and over the course of his life.
Instinct:
His weeks in Nero's deadlands and the predators that consider it home quickly increased his natural ability to react to situations under stress. This has also worked for his time amongst the people and in conversation, especially when it begins to go south.
Perceptive:
He can read people and creatures alike, understanding their habits and when they are angered, frightened, or on the hunt. He can also read the mannerisms of others to suggest what they are thinking.
Intimidating Aura:
This just seems to be a natural thing he has, he cannot explain why but he simply accepts it as it has saved him trouble many times.
Commanding Aura:
As well as his intimidating aura, he has this air about him that commands respect and gives off this authority like vibe.
Weapons:
1x Two handed long sword forged from steel and silver and dipped in Basilisk venom for added effectiveness.
1x One handed sword made the same as his long sword.
2x silver/steel daggers
A few pouches of light and smoke powder meant for escape or distraction on the field.
A bag of stones, each containing runes of an element. Similar in the aspects of a grenade in their application.
A black bag of onyx gems, carved with the rune for shadow manipulation. Used for one of his techniques, "shadow dancing"
History:
Trivia: (optional) Didn't know that
-Soron has a soft spot for Spirit so he has been known to speak to spirit as if he was a little child. It is adorable but is easily embarrassed by it as he is a man with a tough outer shell.
-Soron keeps a journal full of pictures and memoires of his journeys, as well as old task sheets and flyers he did for work. In the front page of it reads "In Memory of Ariel, May Our Souls be Bonded in the Afterlife" and "If you find this with my body, bury me and bring this to someone who can make a book of this. Any money made from it is to go to my next of kin should I have one."
-He has named his blades Ariel and Basille, after his home and his love.
-He has ideas for new weaponry, one of which involves explosive magic and small, metal arrows, all confined in a metal barrel of sorts.
-He loves to draw
-Soron has gained extensive knowledge about the wild and its inhabitants, able to pick out different dragon species and their behaviors.
Soron Dragonbane
Age:
89
Blood%:
40% Nayu, 20% Oro, 20% Sol, 20% Seraphim
Gender:
Male
Sex Preference:
Hetero
Height:
6'3"
Weight:
230lbs
Apparel:
Pictured Above
Appearance:
He stands at a rather built six feet, 3 inches and a well worked two hundred and thirty odd pounds. His armor is nothing impressive but rather what lies underneath. Painted with scars like a violent canvas, this shows his history, remembering each and every one and what they represent. The most recent and memorable one crosses from his right shoulder to his left side hip, the one given to him by Suleykaar after he attempted to devour him. On his skin as well are runes which he uses in combat, each one carved into him and blessed, allowing them to be used. One on his throat which channels wind and fire, two on his feet, meant to channel earth, two on his wrists to channel water or lightning and a set of runes and words across the front half of his body to channel shadow magic.
Personality:
Despite his abrasive outer shell, he is quite the contrast. He likes to socialize but tends to be more of a listener than a speaker and uses his body for much of the conversation offering nods in agreement, shrugs when unsure and shakes of the head when in disagreement and tapping his finger when annoyed. As well as his body language, much of his feelings can be seen through his eyes as they do most of the talking. When he does speak it is brief but to the point and does not shy away from speaking his mind. One of his biggest pet peeves is actually his companion, Suleykaar as can be seen in their interactions. He relates Suls, as he calls him, as a 100ft spoiled brat, having to babysit him when about town so he doesn't cause to much trouble.
On the battlefield he is not too much different as he is a tactician, finding techniques and maneuvers that can better enhance his own fight or those he goes into combat with. He never yields in his strikes nor shows remorse. They are quick, efficient, precise and deadly, considering each stroke to be his last. This he had adopted as a young boy through intensive and brutal training regiments on and off the field though he preferred the field training as it had honed in his skills with a sword as well as his combative reflexes, now in life acting on instinct rather than muscle memory.
One thing is for sure. Should one attempt to harm Soron or his companion, heed this warning. He is violent and cold as a winter's storm and holds the wrath of a vengeful god. He has a dragon's will and an unyielding heart that will willingly sacrifice their own life and soul to defend what he believes in and those he cares for.
Faction:
He has been for a long time a member of the Sureiya but has since left the organization. After his encounter with Suleykaar, he has moved more towards the Taxis, helping them abolish the abominations the world has sent loose on its people. He now bares a special and unique emblem on his armor. The flaming sword and green sun, combined into a one of a kind patch, one that pays homage to his past and what he currently believes in...The annihilation of what goes bump in the night.
Pet:
Spirit, a little snow wyvern who stands a foot high and 3 feet long. He had found him in Gaia, in the forest of Lapis during its the season of frost. Spirit is a peculiar little specimen as it a bit unpredictable but not much to be too much of a nuisance. With its occasional chirps and mild screeches, Spirit has taken a warm welcome to Soron, considering him to be his little scaly brother. Soron has developed a few words specific to Spirit for commands:
Baruut (Burn/Breath) - This is used for Spirit to burn opponents
Frie (Fly) - This is used mostly for scouting or hunting
Ren (Return) - Self Explanitory
Sahied (stop) - Self Explanitory but sadly is one that Soron has trouble with. This is because of his little mischevious scaly brother, Spirit.
There are others that he uses but these are most used and heard coming from Soron. It is difficult for many to order Spirit around as it only recognizes Soron's voice and tone. However, Suley is known to mess with Soron since he can mimic Soron a bit, causing Soron to get easily annoyed with the red dragon.
Exp:
Having come from a fairly violent past, he has mastered the art of combat, effectively bringing opponents down in shorter time than most. Time with the Sureiya further increased this when hunting large foes or predators like feral dragons and the like. At the same time he has learned about their body language, concluding whether or not it is simply guarding its territory or hunting for a meal. Effectively he could live in the wild for a long time should it ever come down to it. He can react on instinct and has honed his senses to the wild, allowing him to sense danger in a way. Just as he can read dragons and other predators or foes, he can read people, understanding their body language and when to say something or not to, helping with his social and combat related events. The use of magic and how to use it effectively with little effort also stems from this violent training as he does not have a incredibly strong soul. All of this combined, Soron is not one to be trifled with nor take head on, not without a couple of people to guard one's own hide.
Spells:
The Whispering Sword:
This is used in conjunction with his onyx stones. He creates a dome of transparent magic (roughly 10 meters in diameter) that allows him to shadow step around the battlefield and nullify the sound within the dome. Now as he is not a full blooded Nayu, this requires runes to allow him the ability to shadow step without shadow stepping. These stones contain teleportation magic, leaving the dome to nullify any extra sounds that come from the stones themselves.
Runes:
Considering that these runes are as powerful as magic, I'll let them take the place for any other spells.
Abilities/Powers:
Poison resistance:
Blood Trait
Blood consumption:
Blood Trait
Night vision:
Blood Trait
Bleed resistance:
Blood Trait
Thick blood:
Blood Trait
Bright light resistance:
Blood Trait
Soul detection:
Blood Trait
Tactician:
Years of experience in battle have taught Soron about minimum effort, maximum effiecency. This can be seen in his fighting style and stance which is low and coiled, blade up and pointed with his left palm outward for magic. He has aptly named this The Basilisk Stance in reference to his fight against his first basilisk.
Rune use:
His ability to use the runes on his body whether singularly or in tandem with another is honed thanks to his practice wit them at a young age and over the course of his life.
Instinct:
His weeks in Nero's deadlands and the predators that consider it home quickly increased his natural ability to react to situations under stress. This has also worked for his time amongst the people and in conversation, especially when it begins to go south.
Perceptive:
He can read people and creatures alike, understanding their habits and when they are angered, frightened, or on the hunt. He can also read the mannerisms of others to suggest what they are thinking.
Intimidating Aura:
This just seems to be a natural thing he has, he cannot explain why but he simply accepts it as it has saved him trouble many times.
Commanding Aura:
As well as his intimidating aura, he has this air about him that commands respect and gives off this authority like vibe.
Weapons:
1x Two handed long sword forged from steel and silver and dipped in Basilisk venom for added effectiveness.
1x One handed sword made the same as his long sword.
2x silver/steel daggers
A few pouches of light and smoke powder meant for escape or distraction on the field.
A bag of stones, each containing runes of an element. Similar in the aspects of a grenade in their application.
A black bag of onyx gems, carved with the rune for shadow manipulation. Used for one of his techniques, "shadow dancing"
History:
Born within the lands of Nero, he has been surrounded by death for a portion of his life, just enough to remind him how important life really is. Growing up within a family of dragonslayers and mages, there was never a doubt that he wouldn't follow within his families footsteps. His family was a unique one as his great great grandmother was a mage and great great grand father a dragonslayer, having brought into this world a group of slayers whose specialty was in combative slayer magic. Unique in the aspect that most of the techniques required runes. Whether or not those runes were on inorganic objects or on their person mattered not. It was a technique that was passed about their little village of Basille, 10 miles northwest of Nero's known town, Twilight. When Soron was of age, around 5, he was given the opportunity to go through a special family tradition, the ritual known as the Trail of Nails. This required the work of a mage and healer, as well as a priest or shaman. Carved into the body were runes meant for dragon slaying, each imbued with a specific element. The throat, carved with a symbol for wind and fire to symbolize their calling to the profession and the fire of life that burned from within. The feet, etched wit earth, meant to symbolize their resolve for the trade and the idea of never losing one's ground in a fight, to battle to the death. The arms or wrists with water and lightning, to represent the grace and precision in each swing of the blade, painting the earth's canvas with crimson red from their instrument of death. Lastly, the front of their body with those of shadows. This was to never forget the darkness that they came from but a reminder for those who dare to face it.
The process was an excruciatingly painful one but one that would allow him to bare the name Dragonbane, otherwise, he would have been simply known as Soron of Basille as what had happened to his uncle Pyre of Basille. With this completed, he would begin training in the art of dragonslaying, the art of war. He would also be paired with a young girl for who he would wed and continue the line of Dragonslayers. Her name was Ariel. A sweet and kind girl born into a mage family. Her hair was like autumn. Red with bits of yellow and orange to give it a distinctive look. He had fallen in love with this girl and as he trained and grew, so did she and as such the relationship with each other. by the age of 21 he was due to be wed on a cool spring night. But it was this night that would seal their fate. Hours before the wedding ritual, a few basilisk had terrorized the small village, plummeting into chaos. Amidst the chaos, he had watched in horror and anger as his soon to be was ripped in half and devoured by the basilisk, never to be seen again. A few days had gone by when the attack happened and some of the surviving members of the village went out in search of the serpents responsible for the destruction...None returned.
As the pain and distraught subsided, something emerged from within...An anger none in his village have ever witnessed. His fire from within became a maelstrom of wrath and vengeance. When no one else dared to step up he stood, leaving these words to echo through history. "Those...things...They have reaped what they have sown. I will go, I will claim what is mine. Kill them? Neigh...I will massacre them, I will rip each scale from their dreadful hide, I will tear each fang out one by one until they learn of the wrath they truly brought upon themselves. I WILL LEAVE THIS CREATURES AS NOTHING MORE THAN A WHISPER IN THE PAGES OF HISTORY! With this, he gathered his things and made way for the deep ruins of Nero. Many close calls came from this travel. Smaller predators attempting to devour him but none to succeed. He was quick, careful and always weary about his surroundings. This kept him on his toes, never to trust what laid behind a bush or what slithered above. Weeks would go by and he had survived thus far of fthe land and with what little it could provide. One day, he had come across a cave, one that held the tattered remains of a beautiful emerald gown, one stained with blood and the sweet scent of his Ariel. He yelled into the mouth of the abyss, challenging whatever reared its ugly head from its darkness.
Eyes glowed...
The hissing death approached...
Fangs dripped wit ha viscous goo...
Its new prey had arrived...
It reared back, coiled and ready to strike...
Eyes unwavering...
Will undying...
Nerves steeled as the memories of his precious Autumn gem projected across his vision...
They circle each other...
Only the screech of a small wyvern signaling the battle...
Noone knows what had happened that night, but many suspect that the fight lasted hours into the night. The village was beyond surprised when he had returned with not only his life, but the head of that dreadful beast. He vowed on that day that he would protect those of the lands from these scaled demons of the land, the sea and the air. Word had gone throughout the lands from Nero to the far reaches of Gaia, only to be picked up by Sureiya, the group of dragonslayers known for taking on feral dragons. They welcomed him and for some time he had walked shoulder to shoulder with them, his brothers in arms. It wasn't until rumors of a dragon as large as a lake were running through the lands of Fotia. It was "terrorizing" the nearby villages and towns above the main city. A large reward was placed on its head and many from the group attempted to take on this dragon but none returned, much like his time in Basille. Once again he rose to the challenge and made way for Fotia's largest mountain, Dragon's Peak.
Months a few weeks had pssed as he traveled to the mountain top, taking on a few small feral dragons along the way. Finally, when he reached the supposed layer of the dragon he was taken back by the beast. It spoke, quite elegantly. He was confused but nonetheless made a vow to rid the world of demons like him and so he attacked. The battle was once again long and grueling but surprisingly ended in a stalemate. Soron in the mouth of the beast and the beast, who he now considers a companion, Suleykaar, ready to end the life of Soron with one bite. Suleykaar could continue his onslaught but Soron was badly wounded and dying so Suley made a proposal, he would spare his life if Soron swore an Oath to remain with Suleykaar for the rest of his days and never to kill another dragon unless in self defense for him or another. A life for a life. Reluctantly, Soron agreed to the terms and he yielded, the first time ever in his long life. At the age of 50 he had made this truce. With it also came the end of his dragonslaying days. He never did turn in his patch to the Sureiya, holding onto it as a reminder of grand days on the field. However, he still needed to make a living, so he decided that it would be best ot put his experience into a group known as Taxis, an entity that was similar to the Sureiya in the aspect of defense against demons but different demons, demons that were everywhere, including the cities and towns. He would provide security for trade routs and caravans, nobles and the occasional commoner who could afford it.
The rest of his life is a mystery as the pages have not been written yet. Who knows what Soron's future holds. Will he live a full, happy life? Or will he die at the hands of the dragon or worse? Those that know weave the strings of fate and will tell those who know Soron when it is time to cut the strings...
The process was an excruciatingly painful one but one that would allow him to bare the name Dragonbane, otherwise, he would have been simply known as Soron of Basille as what had happened to his uncle Pyre of Basille. With this completed, he would begin training in the art of dragonslaying, the art of war. He would also be paired with a young girl for who he would wed and continue the line of Dragonslayers. Her name was Ariel. A sweet and kind girl born into a mage family. Her hair was like autumn. Red with bits of yellow and orange to give it a distinctive look. He had fallen in love with this girl and as he trained and grew, so did she and as such the relationship with each other. by the age of 21 he was due to be wed on a cool spring night. But it was this night that would seal their fate. Hours before the wedding ritual, a few basilisk had terrorized the small village, plummeting into chaos. Amidst the chaos, he had watched in horror and anger as his soon to be was ripped in half and devoured by the basilisk, never to be seen again. A few days had gone by when the attack happened and some of the surviving members of the village went out in search of the serpents responsible for the destruction...None returned.
As the pain and distraught subsided, something emerged from within...An anger none in his village have ever witnessed. His fire from within became a maelstrom of wrath and vengeance. When no one else dared to step up he stood, leaving these words to echo through history. "Those...things...They have reaped what they have sown. I will go, I will claim what is mine. Kill them? Neigh...I will massacre them, I will rip each scale from their dreadful hide, I will tear each fang out one by one until they learn of the wrath they truly brought upon themselves. I WILL LEAVE THIS CREATURES AS NOTHING MORE THAN A WHISPER IN THE PAGES OF HISTORY! With this, he gathered his things and made way for the deep ruins of Nero. Many close calls came from this travel. Smaller predators attempting to devour him but none to succeed. He was quick, careful and always weary about his surroundings. This kept him on his toes, never to trust what laid behind a bush or what slithered above. Weeks would go by and he had survived thus far of fthe land and with what little it could provide. One day, he had come across a cave, one that held the tattered remains of a beautiful emerald gown, one stained with blood and the sweet scent of his Ariel. He yelled into the mouth of the abyss, challenging whatever reared its ugly head from its darkness.
Eyes glowed...
The hissing death approached...
Fangs dripped wit ha viscous goo...
Its new prey had arrived...
It reared back, coiled and ready to strike...
Eyes unwavering...
Will undying...
Nerves steeled as the memories of his precious Autumn gem projected across his vision...
They circle each other...
Only the screech of a small wyvern signaling the battle...
Noone knows what had happened that night, but many suspect that the fight lasted hours into the night. The village was beyond surprised when he had returned with not only his life, but the head of that dreadful beast. He vowed on that day that he would protect those of the lands from these scaled demons of the land, the sea and the air. Word had gone throughout the lands from Nero to the far reaches of Gaia, only to be picked up by Sureiya, the group of dragonslayers known for taking on feral dragons. They welcomed him and for some time he had walked shoulder to shoulder with them, his brothers in arms. It wasn't until rumors of a dragon as large as a lake were running through the lands of Fotia. It was "terrorizing" the nearby villages and towns above the main city. A large reward was placed on its head and many from the group attempted to take on this dragon but none returned, much like his time in Basille. Once again he rose to the challenge and made way for Fotia's largest mountain, Dragon's Peak.
Months a few weeks had pssed as he traveled to the mountain top, taking on a few small feral dragons along the way. Finally, when he reached the supposed layer of the dragon he was taken back by the beast. It spoke, quite elegantly. He was confused but nonetheless made a vow to rid the world of demons like him and so he attacked. The battle was once again long and grueling but surprisingly ended in a stalemate. Soron in the mouth of the beast and the beast, who he now considers a companion, Suleykaar, ready to end the life of Soron with one bite. Suleykaar could continue his onslaught but Soron was badly wounded and dying so Suley made a proposal, he would spare his life if Soron swore an Oath to remain with Suleykaar for the rest of his days and never to kill another dragon unless in self defense for him or another. A life for a life. Reluctantly, Soron agreed to the terms and he yielded, the first time ever in his long life. At the age of 50 he had made this truce. With it also came the end of his dragonslaying days. He never did turn in his patch to the Sureiya, holding onto it as a reminder of grand days on the field. However, he still needed to make a living, so he decided that it would be best ot put his experience into a group known as Taxis, an entity that was similar to the Sureiya in the aspect of defense against demons but different demons, demons that were everywhere, including the cities and towns. He would provide security for trade routs and caravans, nobles and the occasional commoner who could afford it.
The rest of his life is a mystery as the pages have not been written yet. Who knows what Soron's future holds. Will he live a full, happy life? Or will he die at the hands of the dragon or worse? Those that know weave the strings of fate and will tell those who know Soron when it is time to cut the strings...
Trivia: (optional) Didn't know that
-Soron has a soft spot for Spirit so he has been known to speak to spirit as if he was a little child. It is adorable but is easily embarrassed by it as he is a man with a tough outer shell.
-Soron keeps a journal full of pictures and memoires of his journeys, as well as old task sheets and flyers he did for work. In the front page of it reads "In Memory of Ariel, May Our Souls be Bonded in the Afterlife" and "If you find this with my body, bury me and bring this to someone who can make a book of this. Any money made from it is to go to my next of kin should I have one."
-He has named his blades Ariel and Basille, after his home and his love.
-He has ideas for new weaponry, one of which involves explosive magic and small, metal arrows, all confined in a metal barrel of sorts.
-He loves to draw
-Soron has gained extensive knowledge about the wild and its inhabitants, able to pick out different dragon species and their behaviors.
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Landaus Five-One The Sadist Insaneous One
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@Sohtem Very nice profiles. The Sisters of Heaven and Hell. :P
@FallenTrinity Very nice profile, a finished and completed Soron. Witcher inspiration I can definitely see since that is Garehalt
@FallenTrinity Very nice profile, a finished and completed Soron. Witcher inspiration I can definitely see since that is Garehalt
@Landaus Five-One Well thank you kindly, was sort of what I was going for, glad I was smart enough to get that across. 
FallenTrinity Prying Open My Third Eye
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@Landaus Five-One
And history as well considering witcher's are born of the anger and resentment towards monsters and the vengeance humans which to wraught upon them...I think...Funny enough I never played the games or read the books but lately I've been thinking about buying them and reading them
And history as well considering witcher's are born of the anger and resentment towards monsters and the vengeance humans which to wraught upon them...I think...Funny enough I never played the games or read the books but lately I've been thinking about buying them and reading them
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@Sohtem It was pretty simple to get that across with those profiles. I enjoyed they are quite close. Feels somewhat like my two characters I created. Just they have a different relationship aka one's the slave of the other one.
@FallenTrinity They are great games I think? I have all three on Steam even though I haven't installed them. Suleykaar definitely knows how to push his buttons. XP
@FallenTrinity They are great games I think? I have all three on Steam even though I haven't installed them. Suleykaar definitely knows how to push his buttons. XP
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