Dragonslayers: A Fantasy RP Interest Check and Signups

[Savo]

Note : This is a WIP I'll try and get it done as soon as possible, but for now this is what I got.

Name: Teo Gaiaheart

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Personality:

At first glance, Teo looks to be a seemingly emotionless man, with no feelings at all. He sounds droll, dull, and uncaring at different times. Even worse is that he is almost merciless on the battlefield, seemingly leting there be no survivors left. Often mentioned to have a stone cold heart that has never beat once. These characteristics often had led him to having less allies or friends than usual, but hey he feels he needs to do it all alone. However, it is noted that he is level headed, and doesn't immediately spark up into battle mode. Its very difficult, if not, just plain impossible to anger him with insults. All of these things make up a perfect warrior, however...

All of this is just a mere facade, as the real Teo is a lot more caring and understanding than people think he is. Although he can be described as dense at times, he has a quick wit, although he isn't one for jokes. He usually doesn't get it, or he tells a really horrible one that can make a peraon groan. He is friendly to a point, however he isn't stupid enough to let someone take advantage of him. He does, however care for the little friends he has, as he considers them something even more precious than all of the riches in the world. He is stalwart, and very courageous, and can sometimes act rash when his little act is dropped. He is also extremely ambitious, but he doesn't let that get in the way of his judgement.

Backstory:

Abilities:

Inhuman Strength: Like all dragonslayers, Teo possesses countless strength, which allows him to take down even the most formidable of opponents, whether it be a seasoned knight, or a powerful dragon.

Stalwart Defense: Teo can last a lot longer on the battlefield than regular dragonslayers (if they can be called regular), and take deathly amounts of damage that could easily end a man's life... But still, even Teo has his limits before being knocked unconscious, or killed.

Unending Stamina: Teo can go on for days without stopping to rest, sit down, and can last longer in battle than most soldiers or Dragonslayers. However, this doesn't mean he gets hungry. He still needs food for energy, just like any regular human.

Equipment:


Sentinel - Armor

Guardian - Shield

Paragon - Sword

[VitaVitaAR]

When it's finished I'll judge it.

[notdeadyet]

Could i apply with a dragon?
You seen to have enough slayers, and idk if i could make a long term commitment, so, watcha say?
If u want to see the dragon id use, in my signature open the link to character sheets, and open up gevus.

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Edited because i decided to toss in the character sheet anyways. Copy/ paste for me saves everyone else time.

gervus cs

Name:
Gervus the Vicious

Age:
17,000 give or take a decade

Race:
Undead - obimnation: Gervus is the resultant of necromancy being used on a dragon.

Appearance:

23ft tall, 65ft long, 8.4 tons with a 70ft wide wingspan to provide the lift for this huge beast. Most of his bones have been replaced with titanium, to make him more durable. His glowing purple flame in his ribcage, is the scource of the magic holding him together.

Personality:
Gervus is agresive, and powerfull. With an army of undead on his side, jets, tanks, and battleships at his disposal, and only a few humans to melt, he can be quite the aggressor on the battlefield.

Bio:
Gervus was once a powerfull dragon who dominated the sky with an "Iron Claw" so to say. He specialized in fire, ice, and necromancy. He died at roughly 1300 when another dragon ripped his throat out in his sleep, to end his reign. Several thousand years later, he found himself digging from the mountain he was burried beneath, as necromancy was being discovered and tested with. He quickly became a deadly and feared general in the undead army.

Ability:
Elemental breaths, primarily in fire, dark, or ice. He can cause earthquakes with his massive weight, and withstand massive blows. He can cast some weak necromancy, seeing as he is still learning. By the end of this war, he will master that too. Along with that, he can fly, and communicate telepathicly.

A dragon worth slaying is it not?

[VitaVitaAR]

Um, well...

Not only does that not fit, but dragons aren't playable in this.

They're evil, plain and simple, even the intelligent ones. There's nothing else there but evil. All dragons being playable would do is just have a character who plans to be evil or does evil things all the time.

And the ones that would even be characters are basically boss monsters.

[notdeadyet]

If not, even the mightiest hero needs equipment here and there right?
How bout a minor role as a blacksmith?

Blacksmith Edwen Ironblood

Name:
Edwen IronBlood

Age:
30 years

Apearance:

6'3 weighing in at 220lbs of raw metal busting muscle

Personality
He is just plain helpfull and crafty. He is patient, yet assertive, and has a wounderfull habbit of working for dirt cheap. When he gets "Fired Up" its tough to calm him down, because he is just that passionate.

Bio:
Its said he was born from the stars and not of man. For only the stars could produce someone so attuned to a furnace, forge, anvil, and hammer. Smithing has been his life for as long as anybody can remember. Some people claim that he smithed them weapons and armour even before he was BORN! The stories are endless but they all add up to one simple solution: this man can cook metal like a god.

Smithing started for this curious person when they were only an infant. The hammer, just never seemed heavy to them, so they swung it about their fathers workshop like a playtoy. It was to the fathers astonishment, when before the child could even walk, he came home to custom fitted armour. It wa obvious he was dealing with a prodigy. An aprentincship was in the boys near future with a renowned blacksmith, a dragon named Alva-Char. So edwen learned to smith from dragons. It was a handy investment because now he can smith with nearly no rescources, and without a furnace because the firebreath he was taught is hotter than any natural flame.

With speed, and precision, Edwen carved out a name with his hammer, and is widely renownst as the greates human blacksmith to ever live.

Ability
Edwen can produce a fire breath, as hot as astar supposedly, smith just about any material, even sand. He has a small aray of sorceries, and knowledge of runes, allowing him to make gear wth incredible enchantments. His "Dragon Eyes" can also see valuable rescources, however deep beneath the earth they hide.

[notdeadyet]

VitaVitaAR said
Um, well...Not only does that not fit, but dragons aren't playable in this.They're evil, plain and simple, even the intelligent ones. There's nothing else there but evil. All dragons being playable would do is just have a character who plans to be evil or does evil things all the time.And the ones that would even be characters are basically boss monsters.

That was the point. A boss monster of sorts. Something that 2 or 3 dragon slayers woul work together to slay.
No big deal, i was just curious. Id be more interested in the blacksmith anyways

[Rin]

notdeadyet said
An aprentincship was in the boys near future with a renowned blacksmith, a dragon named Alva-Char. So edwen learned to smith from dragons

Since Vita is asleep right now and she's talked with me a lot about this even before it got posted, just going to say that this will be rejected outright.

[notdeadyet]

Understood. Ill b elsewhere. Sorry to have interupted.

[VitaVitaAR]

Um, yeah. ^^;

Rin is completely right, that does not fit the setting at all.

[Bridgeburner]

Still open?

[VitaVitaAR]

It is, yes.

[Bridgeburner]

Sorry if there are any grammar mistakes or awkward sounding sentences, I'm pretty exhausted and just wanted to get this done by tonight. I'll edit it a little bit later.
Let me know what you think.

Name: Valerian “Silverfang" Nuwolf

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Slender, athletic build at 6’2.
Armor
Swords
Without armor

Personality:
Valerian is a cynical realist, who uses his sense of humor in order to hide the deep regrets that he has. His military background made him a natural at leadership, but his military success and fame deep rooted the trait of arrogance in him. Silverfang dislikes the notion of nobility or justice. He is a believer of the world never being either white or black, but rather the grey in the middle.

Brief Background:
Ahhh…. So you want to know the story of Silverfang, the infamous captain of The Dark Company’s elite Crimson Marines unit?
Ahlunda is a big world, and even during the dark times of dragon attacks, humanity still refuses to unite. Pointless wars for resources and territory continue unabated, as they always will. Our protagonist, Valerian, is born in Lord Jerusiah’s army, as an offspring of a landed Knight and a camp follower who sold her body to any soldier who had the coin. As could be expected, the Knight was reluctant to claim the son as his. Valerian was raised up among moving armies, switching camps depending on opportunities and threats, yet his mom’s profession was always brutally clear to him. It could be argued that this sort of environment: the cruel realities of war, soldiers, and his mother’s career all contributed to his harsh, although practical look on the world. At a young age, Valerian swore to himself that he would learn the way of the blade, in order to fight for banner men and provide enough coin for his mom to retire from her ‘career.’ There was no shortage of practice weapons which Valerian was able to borrow, nor practice drills which he could observe and copy.

He learned extremely quickly, training by himself every day. Without knowing it himself, his speed, agility, and precision already outmatched some of the most skilled knights and soldiers in the army. One fateful day, Valerian and his mother followed what would be their last army. This was the host of Sir Konrad Erekis. One of the drill sergeants of the army, Sir Ulrich, walked in on one of Valerian’s daily practice sessions. Amazed, Ulrich quickly took Valerian under his wing, in order to teach him even more.
In less than a year, with Valerian at fifteen years old, he was able to spar and defeat the strongest the army had to offer. It became obvious to those around them that Valerian was born a Dragonslayer. His talents, however, were unique even among those few chosen ones. Instead of having the brutish, overpowering strength that most Dragonslayers possessed, Valerian had super-natural speed, instincts, and accuracy. Instead of blocking jabs and swings, he would simply dodge out of the way, using minimal energy and movement.

Armies rarely had to face dragons. These creatures were clever and intelligent, and they would not risk attacking huge numbers of soldiers if not in large groups themselves. Valerian’s mother wanted to keep him close to her, while Sir Konrad, amazed by the display of sheer talent, wanted Valerian in his army. It was due to this that the knowledge of his special birth was kept away from our prodigy.

Given a contract as a Hedge Knight by Konrad, Valerian was finally able to provide for his mother. She stopped prostituting, but still decided to live with Valerian in the army. After several battles where a teenage Valerian cut and slashed through ranks of their opponents, word quickly spread. A Dragonslayer was among Konrad’s soldiers.
The Dark Company, one of Ahlunda’s most feared and respected mercenary armies came straight to Valerian. With an offer to join them at a price ten-fold what the Dragonslayer was receiving, Konrad could only offer him one thing The Dark Company couldn’t: Knighthood.

In a response that would go a long way in understand Valerian’s temperament, the Dragonslayer threw down Konrad’s banner and left with The Dark Company.

With the coin he was receiving from the mercenary company, Valerian was able to settle his mom in a respectable house in one of the better cities of Ahlunda.
It is with The Dark Company that Valerian mastered the dual-sword technique that would come to be as his trademark. As he got older and received more experience, Valerian was almost a blur on the battlefield, dashing to each enemy in split seconds while quickly locating the body’s weak points and obliterating them. Dealing massive damage and dodging away from all incoming blows, he was a whirlwind of death on the field. The two long swords would sweep in and out in such astounding speed, that Valerian soon received the calling of “Silverfang.”

By this time, Valerian was no longer the young teenager he used to be. He found out about his calling as a Dragonslayer, but he was doing so well in the mercenary army that he evaded his duty. He used his talents in The Dark Company to kill the opposition of any lords who had enough coin to pay them for it.
It wasn’t long before Valerian began to surround himself with fervent friends, followers, and allies. He created an elite unit in The Dark Company, a name that will later freeze the blood in even the boldest of leaders: The Crimson Marines. Wearing a silver, special cast armor that was lighter, as well as crimson cloaks, this unit contained some of the most talented and skilled fighters of Ahlunda. Although small in number, with Silverfang spearheading the group, the unit caused havoc on the battlefield. It was also used extensively for infiltration, sabotage, and other special force tactics.

The small city of Iskar, where Valerian’s mother had been settled, began to experience more and more dragon attacks. Farms were being burned down, people were dying. And so it was, on one fateful day, Valerian heard news of the city’s decimation. The whole city, almost completely burned down. Horrified, the young Dragonslayer gathered his Crimson Marines, consisting of some of his most trusted friends, and led a direct, non-stop march to Iskar.
Little is known of what happened there. Three decapitated dragon bodies were found around the ruins of Iskar, as well as a whole graveyard of tombstones. There was a tombstone for every member of the Crimson Marines, except, of course, one: Valerian. And heading all these tombstones was one more, for the Dragonslayer’s mother.
Some believe that the dragons grew too bold in that area, with no opposition for a long period of time. Silverfang, with his Marines, located the ruins of his mother’s house and her corpse, and were then attacked by the flying monstrosities. Even with all the skill and experience the Marines had, the chances are, they were unable to fight off the huge beasts.

Valerian never returned to The Dark Company. Some say he blames himself for disregarding his duties as a Dragonslayer, which consequently lead to the death of everyone close to him. Others say he was unable to continue fighting under the mercenary company that would constantly remind him of the comrades he used to have with him. Either way, he instead travels throughout Ahlunda, tracking down and killing dragons where he can.

Abilities:
Without the brawn and brute strength of most Dragonslayers, Valerian makes up for it in his incredible agility, alacrity, reflexes, accuracy, and sheer speed. His fighting style analyzes the enemy for weak spots, and hits them with blindingly quick attacks. His flurry of attacks with both his swords is bound to leave anyone stunned and defenseless in mere seconds.
One of Valerian’s main weaknesses is that, unlike other Dragonslayers, he was raised and trained to kill people, not dragons. Although there is not one man he is scared of, Valerian is still fairly new to the killing of dragons.

Equipment:
Special cast, silver armor that is much lighter than the usual Dragonslayer plate armor. Valerian still wears his crimson cape as tribute to the fallen Crimson Marines.
As seen in the pictures, his armor lacks any noticeable flash or flourish. This matches Silverfang's belief in efficiency and effectiveness over aesthetic values.
He has two long swords which were forged by The Dark Company’s smith as a reward for Silverfang’s stellar performance and contribution.

[VitaVitaAR]

I'm sorry, but there's some issues here.

For one thing, Ahlunda is a country, not the entire world. That's why it has a capital and everything. There's probably some conflicts within it but it's one country. Dragonslayers are also not uniform at all. Some are fast, some are strong, some are both... and they certainly don't all use plate armor.

[Bridgeburner]

So the whole setting is limited to one country?

[VitaVitaAR]

It's the only place that will be explored for the majority of the RP, at the very least. I'll leave it at that.

[Bridgeburner]

Before I edit my character sheet - are there armies? Conflicts? Feuds between humans? Or that is something you wish to completely leave out from the role play?

[VitaVitaAR]

There is, but they're smaller-scale, and there's not much war between countries at the moment because, well, they're all dealing with dragons. There's still some fighting though.

On that note, an army does not matter to the smart dragons, and to the unintelligent ones they wouldn't recognize that a big force might be able to kill them.

[Cerius]

Interested in joining in. Any places left?

[VitaVitaAR]

There are, yes.

[Cerius]

Right, I'll get my sheet up as soon as possible.