Quote: If Women were Dragons, I'd be more famous than my Cousin.
Name: Captain Eden Niscent-Hanoxx
Age: 57
Species: Descendant
Blood%: 60% Tyro, 40% Oro
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Heterosexual
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 212 lbs

Physical appearance:


Description: From his Tyro blood, a fair Skin tone typical of a Tyro, but with dense scales as hard as stone from his Oro heritage. Light blue eyes and long dark reddish-brown hair from a mix of Tyro and Oro pigmentations. A tall frame and powerful build honed by training, certainly physically appealing as he flaunts it off with what little he wears. A two dense pairs of draconic horns emerge from his temples curving back slightly over his ears tucked beneath his hair, they will continue to grow overtime and are nearly impossible to break off due to his Oro heritage hardening these, along with the claws on his fingers and toes.

Apparel: Being of Tyro descent, Eden wears very little clothing. Merely an armless brassard over his right shoulder, and a red battle kilt for mobility. The lack of armor is scarcely a problem for one with a body as hard as stone, the brassard is just to prevent recoil damage when using his weapon at full potential. While he walks barefoot, a pair of bladed gauntlets are worn to help protect his hands from the heat his weapon can reach when used and useful in close-quarter combat to parry attacks.

Occupation: Captain in the Fotian Army.

Spells:

(Lesser Pyromancy) Summon Flame: A spell to conjure fire from nothing, by consuming soul essence. Useful for a variety of purposes, from utility to offensive techniques. The greater the amount of fire produced, the more essence consumed. The flames act as normal flames, unlike other pyromancy techniques which use magical flames with differential properties. This also allows them to be extinguished by non-magical means, but do not require energy from the caster to continue to burn once finding an equivalent fuel source.

(martial skill) Impossible Shot: A shot deemed impossible by others, made possible by pure skill. The ability to take a firearm one is trained in and work its mechanics as if like magic. Feats such as shooting the wings off a common gadfly at 100 paces, placing a hole in a tossed coin the at 500 paces, and silencing a screeching eagle in flight at 1000 paces, or a classic test of shooting through 12 wedding bands spaced at 100 paces each. These amazing techniques need focus and perhaps even some mental preparation to judge the distances, however a well timed shot can make all the difference.

Abilities/Powers:
Tyro 60% - Fire manipulation
Oro 40% - Rock hard hide, claws & dragon wings.

Hindrances:
Cocky: far too sure of his own abilities despite actual ability.
Short-Fuse: rather short temper makes him easily angered and goaded into foolish things.
Tyro - 40% cold blooded
Oro - 40% hard scales are heavier slowing them down including wings and hard to file claws.

Unknown Weaknesses:
Increased Cold Sensativity: more so than most Tyro due to rapid heat loss.
Freud was right: easily distracted by carnal desires.
Tyro - 60% overheats quickly.

Weapons: Eden's Gunlance

A cross of medium range and long range weapons, the Gunlance is Eden's weapon of choice. Quickly replicated and forged by Fotian blacksmiths after its effectiveness during the Dragon Wars, the standard gunlance is a standard weapon for ranked military personnel. In design, it is a steel lance, with a set of six barrel bored into the metal haft. While it trades pure strength behind the striking force due to the intricate machinery near the handle, it is this mechanism which allows the weapon to fire bullets from their barrels in a clockwise direction, six shots before requiring a reload by turning the counterweight such that the internal gearwork spins an outer ring of bullets and powder into the six chambers, loading up 30 shots total. A slowly smoldering piece of oil-cloth on a steel can be rotated into position behind the guard of the weapon is used then to individually fire each shot by igniting the powder when quickly pressed into the aligned barrel. The shots themselves are semi-accurate, although due to the design, each shot is off the actual center of the lance tip and instead fire around it which makes it both predictable and unpredictable depending on if the user rotates the lance while using it or not. All in all a useful weapon to take out enemies from a far, then use as a pike for midrange military combat.

Compared to the standard issue Gunlance, Eden's Gunlance is definitely larger. Eden has modified his Gunlance to work with his abilities, requiring no ignition method and using his spells to produce the flames needed to directly fire each round. There are additional shots and powder, doubling his shot count to 60 shots. Furthermore, a gearspring switch allows him to wind the counterweight several times to store coiled energy to reduce the need to reload manually. This allows him to use his gunlance as a gattling gun in rapid bursts of firepower by holding the lance with both hands and holding it against his brassard to resist the recoil of firing so many rounds in rapid succession. This action usually overheats the weapon easily, hence requires some protection to avoid metal burns.

Pet:




History:
Decades ago, it was decided between the two nations of Fotia and Gaia that they should strengthen their relationships being neighboring kingdoms to make steps in unifying the northwest region of Edafos. It was from this that the former Lord Hanoxx's younger sister, Lady Hanoxx, and the younger brother of Queen Niscent, Lord Niscent were to be wed in a diplomatic marriage. There was no real love between them, but both expected the other to grow accustomed to one another. As Lady Hanoxx preferred the hot climate of her own kingdom, Lord Niscent chose to establish a new dwelling for them apart from the political influences of the capitols where they could be further manipulated. To the surprise of both sides of the royal families, He chose the lava chamber of Mount Emberkeen's Wake, the active volcano which shadows the industrious city of Blaze. It was an enormous undertaking to build a palace, let alone a home in such environments, and with Lord Niscent's fascination with Fotian technology and a bit of Gaian ingenuity, within seven years of their engagement, a new royal residence was completed with the blending of Gaian and Fotian design complimented with new-age technology to turn it from an inhospitable lava crater, to luxurious remote gem fully equipped with all the standards of royalty. They were wed here, as family, friends and other guests were invited to view the new royal union, and the royal courts of the future equipped with elevating stone platforms, pressure-sensitive stone doors and animated stone statues amongst the hot springs and steam baths. Everything was perfect, and upon that night they consummated their new beginnings and mixed the bloodlines.

Eden spent his childhood spoiled and pampered within the high volcano's peak. Though he was alone, for the most part, a number of domestic help did keep him company however there was little more to do once he had outgrown the numerous toys and entertainments provided to him this remotely. Thus without anyone around his age, he was isolated until one day he descended down the volcano to mingle within the town of Blaze below. The young master found himself lost in the orderly, but disheveled streets of such a city, unfamiliar with the idea of a working class, but not quite out of place after his laborious task of descending down the mountain without being caught by the house guards. Having taken the long way down, rather than the straight path, he was covered in sweat and grime, having torn much of his clothing and looking not so far different than the common rabble.

He found a life outside those stone walls which enclosed him, a newfound rebellious freedom in the forms of strangers busily going about, to and for the clockwork work cycle. Within a the three of having gone missing, the young lord had stayed several nights at the Foggy Bottom, accompanied by a taste of forbidden fruit of the fairer gender and more experiences than he had ever had in the palace life with the gruff but charming industrial workers. A carosing of mix of hard work by day, but hedonism to cure all the ailments it brought by night, of smoking, drinking, gambling, sex and whatever else it was they worked for. His new mates were shocked when the palace guards showed up to escort Eden back, all this time they had thought he had been joking about being some sort of royalty.

While he was chided for having been so rash, the experience set the tone for the rest of Eden's life, bringing up the pleasure he found below to this estate much to the disappointment of his parents, although they were too busy being summoned back and forth from each capitol for various means to manage such affairs. At such a young age he had already maintained a small harem of serving girls which tended to his desire and turned Lord Niscent's amazing mansion into a den of debauchery for his own indulgence. Of course the outcome of this was being dealt with by some more political pull and Eden's sudden enrollment into the Fotian Army, being shipped out to be trained under the watchful eye of General Zephier, the cantankerous veteran of the Dragon Wars, kept alive beyond his years by a combination of Taxian knowledge, Magoi sorcerery and overwhelmingly complex machinery which has replaced 80% of his body.

It was a difficult regime change, but the ever-resilient Eden kept his staunchly demeanor, getting away with it by birth of royal blood. Even General Zephier, decorated war veteran and outspoken rival of the Hanoxx Clan due to some feuding history, knew better than to push his limits than to openly challenge Eden and perhaps by extension the Gaia nation's royalties into a war. Not now at least, while he was beginning to build his grand army, devoted not to the King of Fotia, but to Fotia herself. A king after all, was merely the figurehead, the land and her people were the true kingdom, and it was the burden of the king to take the sword for them. Hence his gospel of loyalty to one's nation and kin, not one's king. Albeit perhaps the Hanoxx family has merely allowed him to spew his beliefs because the general public view him as a mad old man, who is useful in times of war, but having difficulties in times of relative peace.

Sometime during his training, Eden accidentally hatched Eve, to which she remained with him to this day, ever by his side as he claimed the rank of Captain, by bloodties, despite not having an actual company of men under him and setting off on a journey around the world as clearly they did not think his actions fit for royal court at home. Travelling with both Royal seals of Gaia and Fotia, a heavy bag of coins, the metaphorical clothes on his back, his trusted gunlance, and of course Eve who clung around his neck begging him to just head back home. Captain Eden Niscent-Hanoxx set off to see the world.

Quote: “I don’t bite, but Ferren will.”
Name: Cera Beorus
Age: 47
Species: Descendant
Blood%: 80% Oro, 20% Dragon
Gender: Female
Sex Preference: Hetero
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 180 lbs
Physical appearance:

*I forgot to add Dragon wings, but imagine they're there.

Apparel: Because of her Oro blood, Cera has no need for armor, so her little clothing is used mostly for style. Most of her clothing is red, to match Ferren's scales, and lined with down. Many pockets are used to store her gear. She spends most of her time with dragons, so she only covers what she needs.
Personality: Cera is kind to others and skilled at many things. However, she has spent most of her life with Dragons, and has difficulty with people skills, although quite a chatterbox. Especially to dragons.

Occupation: Royal Dragon Tamer for the Hannoxx.

Pet:

Exp: She was trained by her adopted father, Master Kedric. From her time as his apprentice she learnt how to train dragons and control them. Her Dragon blood may help, and can speak Draco.

Spells:
Sleep spell - This spell is normally used to calm down fierce Dragons, but it can also be used on nearly anything else. It causes the affected person to become extremely drowsy, mellowing them out as they sleep.

Blood:
Oro 60% - Her skin as as hard as stone, and her hands have claws. She can use ground detection as a sort of radar for anything in contact with the earth. When in battle she may cover herself in stone armor, created from the ground around her. Her skin is too hard, and makes healing difficult.
Dragon 20% - Dragon wings and tail, she can fly for short periods of time.

Weapons: When not using her claws, Cera uses a steel spatha, a type of straight and long sword, used in dragon cavalry. Its long reach gives her an advantage, but is bulkier to use in close combat.

History: Cera was taken in by the famed dragon tamer Kedric Beorus, and became his adopted daughter, after she ran away from her own family at the age of 9. She had a knack for dragons, and spent much of her time with them. She would watch them each day before going into town and take care of them. The dragons treated her as one of their own, teaching her many things, such as how to hunt, how to fly, and how to speak Draco.
When Cera was 42, Kedric died of a disease known as blight. Alone, she spent even more time with the dragons, and rarely left the keep, high on a mountain in Gaia. Ferren was his last gift to her, a powerful Red Frigate drake. She was just offered a job to be the dragon keeper at the Hannoxx family castle in Fotia. She took it upon her self to travel with Ferren, leaving her childhood home. She is currently on the border between Fotia and Gaia.

Quote:"Ow"
Name:Atlas
Age: 21
Species: Descendant
Blood%: 60% Nayu, 20% Tyro, 20% Oro
Gender:Male
Sex Preference: Hetero
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 170 lb.
Physical appearance: Atlas has pale skin, with messy blonde hair, and hazel eyes, but you probably won't see them behind his sunglasses. Small, black horns peak out of the front of his hair.

Apparel:Atlas doesn't care for combat, so he wears normal civilian clothes whenever he goes out. Has modified lenses that allow his eyes to withstand sunlight. Wears a black trench coat, with a dirty white dress shit, and dress pants. Nothing else exceptional, except for a small scar under his right eye.
Vehicle: N/A
Personality:
Atlas expresses hatred for most, if not all, individuals he encounters. He doesn't consider himself a loner, it's just that society isn't good enough for him yet. Isn't against some cracks at humor, even at others expense.
Occupation:
Possible Serial Killer
Faction: N/A
Pet: N/A
Adv. App.: N/A
Exp:
Is very inexperienced, and is only decent at hand to hand combat, and knife fights.

Spells: N/A

Abilities/Powers:
Poison fangs, night vision, thick blood, poison resistance

Weapons:Dagon
A small, sharp steel blade with mysterious characters carved into it. This blade represents most of the magic Atlas has come in contact with. It may not have the best range, put it is very sharp. When dipped in blood, it is ignited for a period of 10 minutes

History:
Atlas doesn't have a mysterious past, or a traumatic experience. His mother and father lived in a rural part of Territory Nero, only God knows why. As one would expect, attacks upon the house by various creatures were common, and Atlas' father defended against them easily. Atlas ran errands into the town of Twilight, to pick up groceries and the like, and things were peaceful. However, one day his mother died from causes unknown, and his father fell into grief. This was 4 years ago. Atlas had grown up, and took the news best he could. His father, mourning, took his own life one year later. Atlas took the family heirloom, a small blade named Dagon, and went on his way

He went from town to town, territory to territory, picking up work when he could. He was looking for something. using a map his father had left him, he was to find the rest of the set Dagon came from. He had little to no luck, but that didn't make him quit. He had nothing else to do, nowhere else to go, so off he went on a chase for something that might not even be there.
Trivia: I just modified my favorite OC for this