[CHAR] DragonFall - The Leviathans Are Coming

[Leoven]

《 I M P O R T A N T 》

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Princess Naeva

Full Name: Naeva Adrik Greyhelm
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Country: Sagewick
Role: Heir to the Sagewick Throne

Brief Description:

As the first-born female of House Greyhelm, Naeva is set to bear the Sagewick crown once her mother steps down. Known for her warm and kind nature, and naturally charming attitude, the people of Sagewick absolutely adore her. As she turned of age, the Queen relinquished the crown and allowed her to rule Sagewick, albeit under direct supervision of the erstwhile Queen and the Royal Council. Not two weeks into her rule came news of the first Leviathan attacks in the south. Having lived her entire life in the sheltered comforts of Stormholme Hold, Queen Naeva floundered and failed to respond accordingly. By decree of the Royal Council, the crown was relinquished back to Queen Yddra while Naeva was set to sit back and continue learning. She was determined not to let her inexperience continue to hinder her, and to help her people, so when news of the Listeners' return reached her, she simply had to lead the charge.

《 L E A D E R S 》

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Queen Yddra

Full Name: Queen Yddra Marcella Greyhelm of Sagewick
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Country: Sagewick
Role: Queen of Sagewick

Brief Description:

None in their history has led Sagewick as forcefully as Queen Yddra. She was known first and foremost as the Warrior Princess, with her warhammer becoming a force to be reckoned with, and this only grew with her rise to Queen. Sagewick's military force grew tenfold under her command, and many nobles began to wonder if the army's standard would once again rise in bloody conquest, but Queen Yddra did nothing to pursue war with other nations. Rather, she strengthened Sagewick's defenses, raised their fortress walls, and had every capable hand trained for the military should they need more forces when the time came. The nobles thought her ridiculous for this, but when the Leviathans attacked, they began to wonder if Queen Yddra had known about it beforehand.

St. Garrett IV

Full Name: St. Garrett the Pious
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Country: Shdowpine
Role: Holy Leader of Shdowpine Monks

Brief Description:

"He was bathed in the holy light of the Spirits above and below as he journeyed to the mouth of Jetka, frozen dragon queen," spoke the priests to the young minds of Shdowpine. St. Garrett IV was naught but a lowly farmer boy who was chosen by the Spirits to lead the Shdowpine Monks to their promised future. Not many people manage to see this holy figure aside from the annual Sunstead Festival, where the Most Holy would shower the people with his blessings for plenty of harvest despite their harsh environment, and choose souls of under 10 years to be trained as a Shdowpine Monk and ready themselves for their divine purpose.

Lord Aksel

Full Name: Lord Aksel Mackinson of House Tarmen
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Country: Wildeshore
Role: Master of the Merchant's Guild

Brief Description:

Sly tongue and deadly deals; that was how Lord Aksel secured his position as Master of the Merchant's Guild. As the de facto leader of Wildeshore, Lord Aksel pushed for the development of diplomatic relations among the other nations with the goal of rewriting the Concordat to remove the barbaric lands of Havenborough from Alona. With a mountain of gold by his side and the threat of removing food supply from the rest of Alona, the merchants of Wildeshore believe that it is Lord Aksel that would finally free Alona from the pests that constantly harassed their ships. Lord Aksel is known to be able to make deals out of anything, making the opposing party believe that the situation is in their favour only to find poison filling their veins moments later.

Headmistress Song

Full Name: Royal Headmistress Annalise Song
Age: 47
Gender: Female
Country: Mallowater
Role: Academy Headmistress

Brief Description:

Delicate and a picture of culture, Headmistress Song has lived her entire life in the sheltered confines of the Academy. She has continued Mallowater's pursuit for knowledge, and the Academy has prospered more than before as she not only allows the traditional methods of learning to evolve, but also welcomed new techniques from other nations. Known for her constantly curious and open nature, Headmistress Song is beloved by her students, but frowned upon by the older folk of Mallowater. Her pursuit of knowledge and lax security for nomads and potential students has allowed for technological wonders to aid the people of Mallowater, but it has also become a problem as crime rate in the country has risen. Headmistress Song does not allow that to hinder her, as she allows her students to test their inventions and knowledge on combatting these problems.

Chieftain Claret

Full Name: Chieftain Claret of Clan Baghdal
Age: 12
Gender: Non-binary (They/Them)
Country: Havenborough
Role: Head of the Clan Chieftains

Brief Description:

As part of Havenborough culture, young Claret was chosen as Chieftain when the previous Chieftain fell in combat, believing that the Chieftain soul transferred to her. The lower clan leaders support her wholeheartedly, despite her lack of experience and a seemingly lax desire to wage war against the other nations. Rather, her main concern rests on providing for the Wyrms that live with them, the dragons that her people regard as gods, though this means placing more ambushes on the Wildeshore boats that near their land. Under Claret's leadership, Havenborough clans fostered their connection to nature and the Wyrms all while maintaining their barbaric nature.

Master Fontaine

Full Name: Master Iris Fontaine
Age: 65
Gender: Female
Country: Woodwyn
Role: Master Cleric of the Dwarven Order

Brief Description:

The Dwarven Order of Woodwyn is known throughout Alona as the nomadic healers that wander throughout the continent to help wherever they can. Master Fontaine has led one of the most successfuo campaigns in Alona history, keeping the evil at bay with the healing powers of her nomads, but when the Leviathans arrived, she released the order for her people to retreat to their secret colonies. Some disobeyed and remained to help, and Master Fontaine has locked their doors from them forever. Her first priority is her people's safety, even when that means the hatred of the rest of Alona.

Captain

Full Name: "Captain"
Age: 20
Gender: Non-binary (Ze/Hir)
Country: Erihollow
Role: Captain

Brief Description:

Not much is known about Captain aside from that ze is seen in all parts of Erihollow, oftentimes in different places at the same time, as a beacon of peace and order. Ze is the chosen leader of Erihollow simply because the people believe in hir abilities to provide for the hungry souls of their nation.

《 O T H E R S 》

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[Cherry Sabers]

Good Evening

Jirah

Full Name:Sir Jirah Goffet
Nickname/Alias:Wyverntounge, the bit knight
Age:18
Gender:male with feminine demeanor
Sexuality:attracted to femininity, actual contents of one's pants notwithstanding
Country:Erihollow
Occupation:only recently knighted, no noble blood, works as a bounty hunter

Appearance:draped in simple robes is a heavily scarred twig of a man with wispy silver hair and two beady purple eyes
Background: Jirah was a simple black smith, little worth noting, just the way he liked it, when a feral wyvern attacked his village, in the midst of battle, he discovered his ability to communicate with the beast, not that Jakyr was in the mood to talk. Jirah managed to subdue the dragon, but not before being bit, and poisoned. For nearly a year he struggled against the venom, during which time a local lord knighted him, expecting him to die. The poison left his body torn and weak, but he survived, which itself was enough to earn Jakyr's respect, and Lord Hujha's ire.

Strengths:

having already faced one of the world's worst poisons, it would be difficult finding a substance that could hurt him.
he is also deceptively quick and strong
his wits are quick too

Weaknesses:

he does have a limp
and is proud to a fault
and sensitive about his appearance

Equipment:

simple robes
a "walking stick" (hint:it's a staff)
a relaxing tea blend

Jakyr

Full Name:Jakyr, the ravenous
Age:112
Gender:female, exhibits traditionallymasculine traits
Race:purebred wyvern thank you very much

Appearance:in dragon form she possesses shimmering violent scales and intensely blue eyes, in human form she retains the same incredible eye color, along with auburn hair and skin like caramel, both forms show signs of grace
Background:Jakyr was always hard-headed and adventurous one day, she wandered into the desert and became lost, by the time she arrived at a human village, she was extremely hungry and thirsty, she attacked the humans, knowing they would have food, one of them fought her down, screaming in her head to stop fighting. That same human weathered her venom, a feat that she thought impossible.

Strengths:

exceptionally potent venom (seriously, how did that guy survive that?)
flexibility akin to that of a snake
strong will

Weaknesses:

stubborn
doesn't know when to relax (this applies to bother life in general and when wrestling)
her will has a big hole right where medesty should be, she is vain

This is basically the format you gave me, unless you just meant that the color was awkward? And could you elaborate on "more detail" cause I left scarface's description vague for a reason.

[Rune_Alchemist]

Yvette, Knight of the Church

Yvette Mulrayan

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Full Name: Knight Yvette Mulrayan

Nickname/Alias:
Knight, 'Mercenary' and 'Bandit' for those who wish to get on her bad side

Age: 24
Gender: Female, Cis
Sexuality: Bisexual. Will sleep with anything as long as she's drunk enough. Thankfully, she's never actually been that drunk. much to Ciervia's dismay
Country: Shdowpine
Occupation:
Currently, she works as a knight for the Church in Shdowpine. Formerly, however, she was a bandit and mercenary, something others of the order tend to use to mock her less than noble origins, though they forget her father was once one of the more prestigious knights in the order.

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Appearance:

Typically, Yvette can be found wearing the armor that once belonged to her father, who used to be a high ranking official knight of the Church. The armor is old, and the heraldry on them is faded and torn in places but offers excellent protection from the cold and other elements, and while not heavy plate it offers solid protection from a number of attacks. It seems to depict a many headed dragon of some sort, though the origins of it seem to be obscure at best. Despite its age, the armor is fairly well made, and has a few pieces of plate strapped on, most notably the helm, plate boots, and gauntlets. The armor comes equipped with a belt with a number of pouches for storing things on it.

As for physical appearance, Yvette has a more well built frame then most women might have with obvious muscles. She stands at roughly 5'9", taller than most other women and has short cut blond hair with a healthy complexion free of most blemishes. She has short cut blond hair that falls to her neck, with emerald green eyes. Typically, while not wearing her armor she wears simple, easy to move in clothing, and always keeps a sword on her at all times.

Background:
Born to a family of farmers near the capital, Yvette had a relatively simple childhood. Her father was an ex-soldier for the church who retired after an injury to the knee that prevented him from walking for extended periods, and her mother a simple farm girl. For the first fifteen years of her life, Yvette had a relatively normal life. No, nothing tragic happened. Her parents are still living out on that farm happily. Yvette just got...bored with the farm life. Thirsted for adventure, as some might say. So she picked up her her fathers old sword and set out to...well, do whatever it was she wanted? She left the farm without much of a plan, and in hindsight could have probably done a lot better.

Eventually for money she started hiring her sword out to those who might need it to cover expenses while she was out exploring the cold lands of Shdowpine. For a few years until she turned 24, she 'adventured' as much as she committed banditry against the country she called home. At times, she worked with others. Being a sellsword held that risk, after all. Sometimes needed two people for a job, sometimes more sometimes she worked solo. Made a few good contacts and friends along the way, and eventually got a small group of ne'er do wells together annnnd promptly stared harassing Shdowpine. What? It was fun, messing with those so called religious nutjobs and fun to do on the off chance she wasn't out exploring some remote part of the region.

How did she stumble across Ciervia? Well, it involved exploring the mountains above the temple where she wasn't technically supposed to be, the dragon's stomach, him not having eaten in awhile and Yvette's cooking smelling delicious. After a small misadventure with them having to make a rather quick escape from the cave after a misunderstanding with another dragon, Yvette joined up with the church after they got word she was a listener. She left her old group of little bandits behind and mostly straightened out her life. Well, as straight as ones life is compared to the definitions of Shdowpine standards.

That said, she doesn't exactly mind Shdowpine and their practices. Never had much of an issue with them at all really, she just needed a wealthy target to steal from and they happened to be the closest one. Now that she's basically working for them - why should she care what they do? She's loyal, that much is certain and while some of their practices may be questionable she doesn't particularly mind. As for conquering the rest of Alona...well, fighting is fun. She gets to fight, she could get behind world domination. Considering her personality and loyalty towards things and people she's worked with for a long time, as long as they don't do something stupid they'll have a loyal soldier as long as they don't do anything stupid.

Of course, such loyalties may become conflicted at times and she may eventually having to end up choosing.

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Strengths:

》 Skilled with pole-arm type weapons as well as swords
》 Good cook, gained from nights traveling alone.
》 fairly good at maintaining and making weapons. Give her a forge and some ore, and she can make ya a decent weapon.

》 Fairly physically fit, and fairly agile on her feet - your typical knight.
》 extremely loyal to people that are able to tolerate her rather...erm, special brand of nonsense. She'll fight for a cause she believes in, and for those alongside her even if it means she gets hurt in the process.
Weaknesses:

》 Tends to never take things seriously
》 Has a 'shoot first, ask later' mentality, meaning she tends to always charge into things head on. No sense in hesitating, even if a foe is much stronger than you. Tends to get her into some messy situations at times.
》 Not that great with people and maintaining personal relationships

》 Academically, a bit of a dimwit. Not stupid or slow mind you, but anything dealing with complex theories and such tends to go right over her head and one must explain in extremely simple terms for her to get a good grasp of it. Using analogies will save one great trouble.
Equipment:

》 Yvettes favored weapon, is a well built and sturdy, if simple halberd - made it herself, and is rather proud of it.
》 Fathers old armor
》 Sword, always kept strapped to her side.
》 Journal and pencil, for keeping note of anything interesting she discovers so she can come back later if she's busy.
》 Canteen of alcohol, for emergencies.

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Frost-butt Ciervia, The Boreal King

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Full Name: Frosty the snow dragon Ciervia, The Boreal King (Self proclaimed title, mind you)
Age: 248 years, but then, what is age to a dragon?
Gender: Tends to take female looking forms, but mostly uses male pronouns and titles.
Race: Frost dragon, generally could care less about the other dragons.

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Appearance:

In dragon form, Ciervia is a tall, majestic beast that radiates an aura of cold simply by being in the area. He is at least as large as a typical medium sized building, and has a wingspan large enough to allow one to fly with that size. He towers over all humans, and is large even for an ice dragon. He has icy cold blue scales, with hard crystals of ice growing out of various places on his body, especially his tail which has a mace of ice molded onto the end of it.

As far as human appearances go, Ciervia takes a...well, surprisingly dainty looking female form. While it is far from physically imposing, there is a certain regal air to his appearance. Small in stature, standing around only five seven with a slender, body with a flawless complexion and icy, cold blue eyes that seem to regard everything around them with disgust. As if the humans and other dragons around him are somehow filthy and unclean. His skin would be almost freezing to the touch, should someone other than Yvette have the audacity to do such a thing. If they do, they will almost certainly lose that hand in the process. After all, touching a being such as himself is something most people should make a sacrifice to do.

Background:
Ciervia's history is mostly kept to himself. He dislikes speaking of it, and tends to for the most part avoid the subject. Not out of any sort of bad memories and such mind you, but only because there is...very little to mention. Or at least, he thinks nothing of it. For most of his history, he stayed out of contact with humans, somewhere along the line after observing them, deeming them 'foolish monkeys and fragile ants to play with', he secluded himself in his mountain home, for the most part content with living by himself, and yet...occasionally, he ventured out and observed the humans from a distance. A bit curious, despite his disdain for them.

Perhaps it was idly curiosity, loneliness, his stomach that drove him to meet Yvette. Whatever the case, the dragon was more or less 'tamed' by the human and Ceirvia decided to allow this human to have contact with her and be his 'listener'

They've been together quite a short time, though the dragon does seem to at least approve of Yvettes existence, unlike any other human.

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Strengths:

》 Surprisingly smart and knowledgeable about most things, the brains of the two.
》 As with most frost dragons, he is capable of enchantment but would never do such a thing for any human aside from maybe Yvette, if she asked nicely.
》 Frost breath is freezing, able to slow and freeze most living things quite easily, and if not kill them hold them in place so he can smash them easily.
》 Manipulative, and knows how to use words to his advantage
》 Oddly fond of children.

Weaknesses:

》 Extremely arrogant and proud, thinks of most humans as little more than insects.
》 Weak to most forms of fire, considering his icy nature, though it is far from a deciding factor in a fight.
》 Like most frost dragons, Ciervia is a bit on the slower side.
》 Jealousy and vanity runs deep in the dragon, and dislikes being ignored.
》 Can get surprisingly pouty if ignored too long after the initial jealousy.
》 Vindictive and violent to those he thinks have wronged him, and will always go for sweet revenge instead of peace without nudging from Yvette.
》 Cruel, and likes 'playing' with his foes.
》 Yvette's cooking
》 Yvette
》 Good food Yes he's a glutton

[13org]

Lila, the Blade Dancer

Lila, the Blade Dancer

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Full Name: Lila Suda, Nickname/Alias: The Blade Dancer, "Rings" to those close to her.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterossexual
Country: Wildeshore
Occupation: Dancer / Hunter

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Appearance: Platinum hair, skin as white as the Wildshore's sands. Standing at 1,85m, Lila is a tall woman. Long, strong legs and a very flexible slender body that hides an impressive strength for a woman, Lila sure is a box full of surprises. Unlike the common long hair many woman prefer to use, Lila opted for cutting it shorter than usual. Coupled with the unusual color, it sure attracts a lot of attention.

Casually, she wears a black elegant dress made entirely of silk. The material makes it strong and flexible, letting her move and dance freely. While hunting or in battle situations, she wears a lightweight leather armor, reinforced with steel on some parts.

Lila's Clothes

Casual

Battle

Background: Born out of an impossible union, probably fruit of one single night of passion, Lila's parents are extremely different from each other. Both in status and way of life. Her mother was a dancer, just like her. A free spirit who loved to travel, talk, have fun and dance. She liked to say that her husband was the wind, that she went wherever it took her.
Her father, on other hand, was a very wealthy and important nobleman. Most part of the money that passed through Wildeshore, passed by his hands. Owner of a big part of the commerce there, he was a beautiful man, but was completely the opposite of Lila's mother. He cared too much about material possessions, including money. Hated changes and was an extremely traditional man, with a deep love for military and martial arts.

Due to being extremely traditional, her father simply couldn't ignore the fact that he had a child. Even If the mother was only a dancer. Of course, he was already married. Lila was the fruit of an affair. Luckily, he chose to give both her and her mother a house and a large sum of money, promising to take care of them. Maybe he was trying to take responsibility for his mistakes? Or perhaps he was only trying to hide his shame. Lila was raised between the nobles, in the high society, but had the same free spirit as her mother and coincidentally, the same love for dancing, but at the same time, was deeply fascinated by martial arts, just as her father. Thanks to this union of two completely opposite extremes, Lila ended up fusing her two passions. A weapon specially made for her, a Ring Blade, was gifted to her by her father. It was just like the weapon was an extension of her body. Graceful and swift circular movements, deadly precision and a dancer's footwork and flexibility created an unique martial art.
As the little Lila grown up, she became an enchanting woman. Beautiful and desired, feared and admired by many. Her name quickly became known thorough Wildeshire, enough to other nobles overlook the fact that she was fruit of an affair and with that came many different aliases: The Blade Dancer, Rings & etc.

Her meeting with the dragon "Jörmungandr" was very... unorthodox. One day, while she was dancing and performing in a party near the beach, having fun as the torches illuminated the night, the moonlight reflected on her ring blade (which her friends insisted for her to use the real weapon instead of only a hoop in her dance), it was beautiful and deadly, the smile, the pure joy in her face while she danced was hypnotizing. Lets say that her friends weren't the only ones watching...

From the dark sea, a big dragon came, getting out of the depths of the sea. Naturally, everyone nearby was startled, but Lila hadn't perceived the creature, continuing dancing. When she saw it, the dragon had laid his head on the sand, and was quietly staring at her, like it was hypnotized. In a moment of bravery, or foolishness, Lila extended her hand, touching the creature's nose. That moment, under the moonlight, a strong relationship, and strong feelings were forged between the two.

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Strengths:

》 Dal Niente, Al Niente – Lila is capable of moving very fast around the battlefield, being able of impressive speeds in order to eliminate specific targets. With her mobility, positioning means nothing, as she can use her speed and dance movements to confound her enemies, making them unable to predict where she will go or from where she will attack.

》 Noble Aura – Lila's is a woman who passes an aura of nobility and purity. Other people tend to trust her easily and find it very difficult to think anything wrong of her.

》 Fortissimo – Using her entire body's weight and mass to build her weapon's momentum, it can deal very devastating attacks without compromising her agility. Her enemies often get surprised by the force behind her agile and fast attacks.

》 Dancer's Agility – Lila's graceful movements hide powerful and flexible muscles which make her capable of performing very impressive acrobatic moves and an uncanny agility and flexibility.

Weaknesses:

》 Innocence - Lila is an innocent and kind girl. She trusts others too easily.

》 Weight Restriction - Obviously, Lila cant carry too much weight with her, as it will affect her mobility and fighting ability.

》 Light Armor - Lila wears only very light armor in order to keep mobile. She cannot wear anything heavy, and its unable to wield a shield or any kind of off-hand weapon when using her weapon (excluding her throwing rings.)

Equipment:

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"Ring Blade"

A very unique weapon that resembles the decorated hoops she uses in some of her dances, it uses beautiful and very complex circular movements, using the dancer's own body to give the weapon more momentum, its a very unpredictable weapon, and can be very tricky to defend. On the other hand, the nature of this weapon is so dangerous that it could literally mean dismemberment or death if used by those who dont have enough skill.

》 Throwing Chakrams: Small, razor sharp bladed rings she can throw to hit her opponents.

》 Black dress and Light armor

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Jörmungandr, The Midgard Serpent

ps: ignore limbs

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Full Name: Jörmungandr, The Midgard Serpent
Age: Estimated 150 Years
Gender: Male
Race: Amphitheres

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Appearance:



Background: Jörmungandr was one of the biggest and most ferocious Amphitheres on the sea, differently from other amphitheres, he was very aggressive and territorial, sometimes sinking ships only because they passed nearby him. Nobody knew why he was so different from the other dragons of the same species, perhaps because he was still a young dragon? Nobody knew for certain. His characteristic horn was the first thing the ones unlucky enough to cross his path would see, and very often, the last one.

Unlike other dragons, he didn't liked humans. Never had assumed a human form before, nor he wished to. Some say he inherited the old dragons' pride. He thought that humans were inferior and worthless, that was until the day he fell in love for a human himself. For the first time in 100 years, he let a human touch him, for the first time in his life, he assumed a human form. He changed completely after that day. Even becoming rather curious about humans. What was a ferocious dragon that destroyed everything he wanted, now was much more tame and well mannered. His interaction with that human made him rethink what he thought about the human race, making a growing curiosity rise within him.

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Strengths:

》 Natural Hunter - Fast, stealthy and with an extremely powerful bite, he is a natural and very dangerous hunter, both in dragon and human form.
》 Bladed Horn - His horn is razor sharp, and can be used as a blade by him.
》 Roar of the Ancients - An earsplitting, terrifying roar which can disrupt arcane arts and weaken arcane attacks directed to him.
》 Camouflage - As an Amphithere, he is able to camouflage himself with the surroundings.

Weaknesses:

》 Extremely possessive about Lila. He will put her safety as a priority no matter what.
》 Berserk - If Lila gets too hurt or if she is kidnapped, he will enter a berserk state.
》 Dark Past - Due to his blood drenched past, he feels guilty and feels like he should atone for his actions. As such, he will try to protect innocent humans if he sees them in danger.
》 Righteous - Will be compelled to help others who are in need, even if they are humans.

[fishguy]

Lovedaia & Geindassel // Erihollow

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Full Name:

Lovedaia Boulderbelly.^{Previously Amadeus.}

Nickname/Alias:

Prefers no nicknames. ^{But she has been called Love, Day, Dia, and Veda before.}

Age:

Eighteen. Born in the summer.

Gender:

Transgirl.

Sexuality:

Asexual Panromantic.

Country:

Erihollow.

Occupation:

Thieving streetrat.

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Appearance:

Lovedaia is a small girl, and is especially scrawny. When she was younger, she looked emaciated with nothing but skin and bones, but since then has gained enough weight to at least appear semi-healthy. Her chestnut brown hair has grown to her chest and Lovedaia prefers to keep it down – she likes the feeling of wind through her hair. Though, there is this one annoying lock that continues to fall into her eyes. Because of the danger often found in Erihollow, Lovedaia has come to know the dangers of keeping her hair down, having had it pulled and yanked every which way. Due to this, whenever she is nervous about a possible confrontation or danger, Lovedaia pulls her hair into a quick, messy ponytail. The fifteen-year old’s hair frames her round face and slightly chubby cheeks that, no matter what she does, just won’t go away. Hazel eyes are situated about a curved-bridged and upturned nose and they are very expressive, often giving away her extreme emotions that she would rather keep hidden. Lovedaia’s legs are the strongest part of her body and a bit of muscle ripples when she runs, but for the most part they seem skinny and weak. On the left side of her face, Lovedaia has a small scar on the corner of her lip; in addition, her fingers are calloused and the soles of her feet are marked with a multitude of scars from times she had to run barefoot.

When it comes to Lovedaia’s preferred clothing, she likes to have fitting trousers that cling close to her skin in order to prevent resistance when running. Over her trousers, Lovedaia likes to have a long, knee-length tunic with bell sleeves and a hood – sometimes, if she has an extra coin, Lovedaia likes to buy embroidered tunics, but for the most part they are plain and stained with dirt and grime. Lovedaia only owns one pair of leather boots that are laced on the sides and are extremely worn – there is even a hole on her right boot, near her pinky toe.

Background:

Lovedaia hasn’t always been an orphan. Her family was with her until she was six years old, in the dangerous wasteland that was Erihollow. They made do in small colonies; her father spent his time doing various odd jobs around the encampments, fixing shacks and helping others for a few coin. Meanwhile, her mother mended clothes that had been torn from the dangers beyond the settlements and Lovedaia lived as a boy, Amadeus. However, the Boulderbelly’s never stayed in one place long. There was no specific reason for it, as far as Lovedaia could tell, but her mother did get especially restless when in one place.

The day Lovedaia had lost her parents, they were in a small settlement on the edge of a marsh – in retrospect, not the best place to put a colony, but there was a steady food and water supply nearby. Lovedaia was put in the care of an old woman while her parents left to stock up on some much-needed supplies – four hands are better than two, of course. The last she saw of them alive was their back turned as they walked away from her. The last she saw of them, dead or alive, was when two men had dragged their bloated, three-day old corpses from the marsh. The official story is that they’re feet got caught in the muck and something particularly dangerous came along when they were defenseless.

The old woman, Wysteria, took care of her as long as she could. She nurtured Lovedaia and took care of her – and, when Lovedaia began to grow her hair out and wear “girl” clothes, Wysteria lovingly brushed the locks and washed her clothes tenderly. Wysteria was a kind woman who did well by Lovedaia, called her affectionally her “little dove.” Wysteria wasn’t a mother figure, per se, Lovedaia could never see Wysteria like that when her mom’s face was so fresh in her mind, but the old crone made a good grandmother. Until she died, of a lung sickness. It was a slow death that Lovedaia had to watch, day by day, week by week, the little eight-year-old powerless to do anything about it. After Wysteria’s death, Lovedaia left the settlement – believed it was cursed with death from the swamp, or maybe she was just cursed.

Lovedaia never stopped moving, after that. Settlement to settlement. Camp to camp. Person to person. She began to understand her mother’s restlessness about staying in one place, the antsy feeling of something bad looming overhead if she were to be in one home for too long – like it would be snatched from her, like all good things are. Eventually, Lovedaia came to the only big city of Erihollow.

Lovedaia was thirteen and starving, emaciated, with no money to survive and was shown no kindness from others – in retrospect, she shouldn’t blame them, they were barely getting by as well. Either way, the result is the same: Lovedaia became a low-life, thieving streetrat. It was only enough to survive, in the beginning – food, blankets, clothes. But once you start, it’s hard to stop. Eventually Lovedaia was stealing more food than she could eat, unneeded accessories, luscious blankets, as luscious as an Erihollow blanket can get, ripped from beds. Lovedaia’s lowest moment was when she stole the marriage band from a young woman’s finger – she still has it, resting on her finger, like a guilty reminder.

As most thieves find out, there’s a limit to their abilities, and they can only get away with it for so long. A week before Lovedaia’s eighteenth birthday, she happened to be caught with her hands around a coin purse. Like most thieves, she was chased out of town – and was chased even further.

In a bid to lose her pursuers, Lovedaia entered a dangerous, particularly dark and scary marsh. She slipped from the bank and into the sticky waters, the mud clung to her ankles like a vice and when she flailed and pushed, she sunk even further. It was like a vacuum of air sucking her further and further down and a terrible fear passed her mind – drowning, dying from a beast like her parents. And, the worst of her fear, the wyvern that swooped over her head feeling particularly hungry for human flesh.

The dragon’s name was Geindassel, and he seemed content to talk to her as she suffered in the muck. They liked to tease, swooping overhead and snapping their jaws like they were going to devour her whole – and when she gave a grunt of fear, they would throw their serpentine head back and guffaw. Lovedaia doesn’t know why they did it, but they helped pull her from the swamp (though Lovedaia had to direct them to do it in a way that did not involve them ripping her in half with their brute strength). She didn’t have anywhere else to go, honestly, and Geindassel didn’t seem to mind the company.

Lovedaia didn’t figure she was a listener at the time, it was more so an epiphany afterwards when she realized that the entire time, Geindassel was speaking to her in her head.

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Strengths:

》 Quick.

^{Living the life of a small-time, amateur thief means Lovedaia has gotten caught more than once or twice and had to run like hell. She was already pretty spry before, but now she's especially fast in running and dodging.}

》 Wily.

^{Lovedaia can be quite the trickster when caught in a bad situation. Relying on clever ruses and opportunistic moments, Lovedaia will use underhanded techniques in order to get an advantage over obstacles - people or not.}

》 Survival Know-How.

^{Lovedaia has been on her own for a while and has had to adapt to her environment. She knows the basic survival skills to make it in the harsh land of Erihollow, such as finding food, building fires, and making do with her environment.}

Weaknesses:

》 Unintelligent.

^{Lovedaia has common sense and can be pretty clever - but she lacks book smarts. She's ignorant to all "scholarly" things. She couldn't read a map to save her life - or, you know, read. Life as an illiterate is hard. Math and big words pretty much fly right over her head.}

》 Offensive Combat.

^{Lovedaia is efficient in dodging her enemies pretty well, but when it comes to fighting back, Lovedaia is severely lacking. Though she carries a dagger with her, she can barely wield it and definitely cannot wield any other weapons. The only damage Lovedaia could cause is a small bruise on the cheek if she lands a lucky punch.}

》 Frail.

^{Lovedaia can be subdued by brute strength if she is caught, and she most likely would love the moment she is caught. Lovedaia can't handle a beating, she's rather weak in that department and is easily hurt.}

Equipment:

》 4 spares of tunics and trousers.
》 Her only boots.
》 A rusty, old knife.
》 Flint.
》 A once expensive blanket (but now ratty and torn).
》 A small supply of food and a flask of water.
》 A wedding ring, stolen.

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Full Name:

Geindassel. ^{[GEEN-DAH-SELL]}

Age:

Two hundred and seventy three.

Gender:

Genderfluid. ^{Prefers they/them but won't be upset if he/him or she/her are used.}

Race:

Wyvern.

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Appearance:

As a dragon, Geindassel is a terrifying, but fascinating, sight to behold. They are large and marvelous, their neck curving elegantly with how they rear their head, and it curves into a hard-scaled armor that protects their underbelly. Strong, rippling muscles extend into thin bones, connected by the flimsy connecting skin that constitutes their wing. Their wings are jagged and ragged, black but with red seeping through like lava. The parts of Geindassel’s body that lacks tough, thick cords of muscle have cracks and stripes of red, like their scales are the only thing keeping lava from pouring out of their body. Geindassel’s body is built to terrify enemies – the top of neck is covered in thick, large black scales that ridge outwards, edges sharp. Their spine and shoulder blades possess thin bones sticking out with black skin connecting to its body, creating spikes along their back and down their curling, long tail.

As a human, Geindassel could still be categorized as devastating, depending on one’s type. they're not one to brag, but like they also are so, they will proudly state that they're fairly attractive – they're cocky like that. Geindassel is tall, with well-defined muscles – but their belly has gotten a little soft lately due to all the treats they have been eating – and pale, rough skin. Their body is fully of scars, criss-crossing their body – they are present when in dragon form, but are hard to see due to the dark armored scales. Geindassel has soft, endearing amber eyes that look gloomy and sympathetic. Their features are sharp – their nose straight and pointed, their chin and cheeks able to cut glass. Rough, coarse red hair falls down their back, though it’s incredibly shorter on their right side after it was singed off and they had to fix it, and a braid hangs around their ear. On the left side, their hair falls at different lengths, due to butchering during fights. Despite all the ruggedness to them, and the blemishes, Geindassel exudes confidence in their appearance.

Background:

As much as they are loath to admit it, Geindassel doesn’t have much to speak about their past. They had parents, sure, but they were never particularly close with them – and, well, their parents left as soon as possible, weren’t really fit for the family life. Geindassel didn’t take it personally. However, as they ventured through Erihollow, it became clear that Geindassel wasn’t really likeable. Other dragons avoided them like the plague, instead choosing to frolic somewhere else. They were never outright mean to Geindassel, as childish as that sounds – like human children playing around the village, excluding the pariah – but Geindassel was…different. Geindassel didn’t do well with social situations, and it usually ended with a fight or with tears, and who wants to be around someone like that?

Geindassel understood, but they didn’t really – they knew they were unlikeable, but they didn’t understand exactly why. So, Geindassel prefers to be alone – better than being abandoned by friends. They spent their entire life roaming the Erihollow by themselves, lurking in swamps and swooping over colonies. As they grew older, Geindassel became more volatile – which ended with a lot of bad tiffs with humans and other wyverns alike, many which attribute to their scars. There were even some lovers of Geindassel that had gotten pissed off at them some way or another.

Despite their attempts to make friends, and their attempts to live a lonely life, Geindassel yearned for companionship. That wasn’t exactly what they were looking for when they taunted the girl stuck in the mud. More so, Geindassel was bored and wanted some fun – a human to taunt and tease. Then, they felt connected to the human – not in some weird revelation kind of way, but in a slow dull in their stomach that made them realize that this human was just as lonely as they were. Plus, she could hear them, loud and clear, that’s a sign for something, isn’t it?

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Strengths:

》 Strong.

^{Geindassel, as a wyvern, is a especially strong. They can take down enemies with just their strength alone, pummeling them into the ground and making sure they can't get up.}

》 Stamina.

^{Their energy is boundless - of course, Geindassel has their limits, but they can continue fighting for quite a long time. In addition, they can take quite a beating before they will give up.}

》 Poisonous.

^{Like all wyverns, Geindassel's teeth and claws are poisonous and if this poison ends up in an enemies immune system, it could be the end of them.}

Weaknesses:

》 Stupid.

^{Geindassel isn't the smartest wyvern in the swamp; matter of fact, they're completely oblivious to not only all things scholarly, but all things of the common sense sort as well. If there was any way to beat Geindassel's ruthless barrage of attacks, it's through outsmarting them.}

》 Slow.

^{Wyverns are the largest of the dragons - and Geindassel is rather large. The more mass they have, the slower they are, especially in the air. They especially get frustrated when those damn wily fast things escape their grasp.}

》 Socially inept.

^{Geindassel doesn't know the meaning of tact. They're straight-forward, blunt, and awkward. They want to make friends, but they doesn't really know how, so they end up coming across as a jackass. For the life of them, Geindassel could not make a deal with someone, or give a speech to rally people up.}

[Jacobite]

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[Slamurai]

Elian & Meziot

Elian Melchior

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Full Name: Elian Melchior
Nickname/Alias: “El”
Age: 26
Gender: Non-binary
Sexuality: Pansexual
Country: Sagewick
Occupation: Intelligence officer

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Appearance: Elian stands around 5’ 6”, with a relatively lean figure. Their skintone is a bronzed olive and their hair is near-black, kept short at the sides. Elian’s eyes are dark brown, just a few shades lighter than their locks. Typically, they’re seen wearing the sable uniform of Sagewick’s intelligence branch. A white silk girdle at their waist indicates previous military service.
Background: Elian was born a citizen of Sagewick and heir to a family of low-ranking nobility. Growing up, life was comfortable, though House Melchior did not have everything handed to them on a silver platter, as some of the more wealthy houses did. The Melchiors’ wealth came principally from raising horses and cattle, and Elian quickly learned how to care for these animals and lend a hand around the property. Not long after they learned to walk, in fact, did Elian start riding ponies, and then horses soon after.

As it were, many of the Melchiors’ horses were destined to be sold as mounts to Sagewick’s Black Army, necessitated by the wars on Shdowpine. Elian often had to act as an intermediary between their house and military officials in these dealings. Eventually, the war demanded an influx of recruits. Rather than spend the rest of their life tending to stables, Elian decided to fulfil their duty to the kingdom, and enlisted.

Elian spent five years in the Black Army, in which it conducted a series of offensive actions against Shdowpine. These maneuvers were of greater scale than had been seen in decades, steadily pushing the theoretical border farther and farther from Sagewick proper. Though they did not see much action on the front lines, Elian participated in a number of skirmishes and sieges directed at forts and camps. Most of their duties were of a logistical nature - guarding supply lines, constructing fortifications, running messages and so on.

As Elian’s five-year tour of duty came to a close, they were approached by an officer serving Sagewick’s intelligence branch with a proposition for recruitment. Their experience, it was said, could be put to good use at the branch: a career more fulfilling than keeping horses for the rest of their life. Elian agreed, and underwent training for several months prior to their instatement as an intelligence officer.

Two years afterwards, Elian was involved with operations concerning revolts in territory that had been captured from Shdowpine during the warring. As a field officer, they were among the personnel stationed in these “hot zones,” gathering information and investigating suspect individuals. As it turned out, a group of separatists had managed to capture a dragon and planned to turn it loose on local Sagewick personnel. Weeks of careful planning and intelligence gathering resulted in an operation to snuff this separatist cell and bring the dragon under control.

Elian and a number of choice men at arms conducted a raid on the target location. In a swift blow, the cell was rounded up; its members either killed or arrested. A thorough search of their den revealed a massive cage and a malnourished, half-crazed magnus dragon within. Elian led the effort to recover the creature and bring it back to the capital. During the transit, Elian incidentally touched a hand to the weakened dragon’s muzzle, and a burst of emotions, memories, and thoughts invaded their mind. Initially shocked by the phenomenon, Elian maintained physical contact for brief periods over the journey, and began to realise they were receiving snippets of the dragon’s mind, made disorganized and frantic by the state it was left in.

Eventually, the dragon was brought into proper custody and care. Elian, was lauded, receiving credit for the elimination of the cell and the recovery of one of Sagewick’s “national dragons.” A number of months following their return to the capital, Elian was summoned to a dragon rearing facility by an ambiguous contact. To their surprise, the very dragon they had saved greeted them, healthy and sound of mind. For their act of goodwill, the dragon, introducing itself as Meziot, pledged loyalty to Elian, fate having brought Listener and dragon together.

Nearly a year has passed since the raid, though Elian has only been a Listener for several months. In that span of time, they and Meziot have strengthened their bond, though have only scratched the surface of their potential. Meziot’s capabilities are invaluable to Elian’s intelligence duties, and their role as Listener gives them significant prestige within the branch.

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Strengths:

》 Shrewd, analytical. Elian has an eye for detail and a knack for problem solving.
》 Leadership. A military background and intelligence service provide Elian experience in managing and directing others.
》 Perseverance. Elian makes it a point to finish what they start, persisting in the face of obstacles.

Weaknesses:

》 Nationalism. Elian’s service to their kingdom has given them somewhat of a skewed perspective and dismissive attitude towards others, especially Shdowpine.
》 Impatience. Elian has difficulty dealing with delays, opposition to action and minor irritations.
》 Anxiety. Despite their successes, Elian is irrationally high-strung, critical and sometimes self-deprecating.

Equipment:

》 Elian usually wears their intelligence uniform in the field, or whenever they’re on-duty. In combat situations, this is supplemented by a gambeson and segments of plate armor.
》 A longsword and dagger hang at Elian’s side most hours of the day. On horse(or dragon)back, they might wield a lance as well.
》 Miscellaneous: maps, rolls of parchment, ink and quills are always near at hand for paperwork and notes. Elian keeps a horseshoe as a good luck charm and memento of their estate ranch back home.

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Meziot

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Full Name: Meziot,
Age: 141
Gender: Female
Race: Magnus

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Appearance: Meziot’s body is sheathed in spectacular white-gold scales. The membrane of her wings forms a giant star-like pattern when unfurled. A pair of sturdy horns protrude above her eyes, which shine like amber.
In human form, she appears as a young woman somewhere between her late teens and twenties. Her facial features are sharp and angular, symmetrical and attractive. Meziot’s human form stands a little taller than Elian, and is more robust and muscular, though distinctly feminine. Her hair is a near-white blonde. Like Elian, she wears an intelligence officer’s uniform when the pair are on-duty. Otherwise, she prefers to be bare, as she would be in dragon form.
Background: Meziot has yet to reach full maturity, being only 141 years of age. She is loathe to reveal the details of her capture by Shdowpine separatists; even Elian has only an inkling of the story. Meziot has called Sagewick home for all of her life and theorizes her ancestors settled there of their own volition after the last Great War. She was never “domesticated” prior to her capture, and lived in the wilds of western Sagewick. Occasionally, she made ventures to settlements in human form. After Meziot’s rescue and subsequent recovery, she pledged herself to Elian’s service.

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Strengths:

》 Confidence. Meziot is sure of herself (sometimes too much so), and is always willing to step up to the plate in time of need.
》 Apathy. When Elian falls into doubt or lacks conviction, Meziot is there to give a word of encouragement and a slap on the back.
》 Vitality. When the going gets tough, Meziot gets going.

Weaknesses:

》 Haughty. Meziot has the vanity typical of magnus dragons and carries herself highly above humans, save for Elian.
》 Impulsive. Meziot has a habit of acting on impulse and following her gut, which has gotten her into just as much trouble as it has gotten her out of it.
》 Inexperienced. At just 141 years of age, Meziot lacks the wisdom of older, mature dragons.