[OOC] Starfall

[Tancuras]

@Ambra Forgot to ask, if you're a dragon, who's the White Dove guild master?

[Marlowe]

@Tancuras Anyone can be the White Dove Guildmaster. I'm not taking the position.

[BytheSpleen]

"Freya the Bereaved" [+]

Username:

BytheSpleen

Name:

Lafreyast, Bereaved Broodmother | Call-name "Freya"

Age:

Apparent : 18-25 | Actual : 175

Gender:

Female

Human Appearance:

5'6 | 130 lbs. | Noticeable, single scar from navel to genitals

Dragon Appearance:

9'0 Tall; 12 yd. Long | 1350 lb. | Grey Scaled

Personality:

Befitting of her true name and history, Freya comes off as excessively tender towards her charges. She embraces her life of servitude and acts much like a mother / house-servant as a way of transference of her lost children, and often addresses humans as her "Ki'ith", the dragon word for "child". And, like mothers do when siblings fight, she tends to butt her head into issues she may or may not have any idea about, much to the dismay of many squabbling riders and nobles. Despite this, her personal charges / pairings are jealously guarded as if they were her own flesh and blood, and take all preference above anyone else. She, in order to cope with her loss, has constructed a lie that she fought in favor of the humans and riders, and thus lives in the illusion that she's more of a "resident" dragon, rather than a slave. Her loyalty, hence, for the riders exceeds any and all politics. Thus, she is not truly free of thought, and never truly free of her simple nature.

Short Biography:

Lafreyast, as a free dragon, had conceived rather early in her lifetime, and for short span of her later adolescence and young adulthood, lived in harmony with her mate, extended family, and children in the north parts of Athea. Her children, however, made the mistake of flying openly towards the south, and so stumbled upon a dragon hunting party. Within 20 seconds, the daughter was slain. The son came flying back to his family, bloodied and all, and died shortly after he told of the news. Lafreyast, on the way with a third child, could do little to stop her family as every single one of them flew off to exact vengeance. They never returned, predictably. It took perhaps a few days and a few nights for the hunters to find Lafreyast, who was by then in the middle of her labor. The hunters, out of their own vengeance for their lost families, tore the mother's child out of the womb, and carried it off to somewhere. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shadow fly off the cliff, but the rain hid the noise of impact. She could only assume the worst. The trauma drove her mad as she saw glimpses her of her family members' horns carried in procession as the hunters set up camp, and then she lost consciousness.

When she came back to, weeks later, she conceived a lie within her cell that her family tore her child away from her, that her children laughed as they consumed their sibling, that her mate and family had betrayed everything she once stood for. She constructed the lie that she joined the hunters and riders, and had done the eviscerating herself.

It would be a great loss on the riders' part if the veil were to be lifted...or would it?

Abilities:

• Haelen - Lafreyast can partially regenerate and heal from otherwise dangerous wounds without requiring extensive surgery, provided she has the time and shelter to do so. Only works for wounds that do not affect the respiratory system or the central nervous system. Anatomy still applies, and she still must have her body parts in the correct places for the healing to be effective, lest you'd have a dragon with its guts constantly dragging along the floor.
• Fliegen - Lafreyast can manipulate her scales to rise or flatten; useful for de-icing and braking, as well as complex maneuvers.
• Halare - Lafreyast breathes longer with less oxygen needed, allowing her to ascend to as far as the thermopause before conditions become dangerous. Doing so, however, requires hours of adjustment.

Rider:

Other:

She cooks, she cleans, she washes, she nurses.
She nurtures, she plays, she reads, she rehearses.
Minus her eyes, you'd never tell she was a dragon.
She does her best to forget ever being one,
though her eyes leave too little to imagine.
She rhymes, she sings, she loves, she cares
about those who must be protected, down even to the little hairs.
She laughs, she cries, sobbing in throes
she smiles, she knows...
...given a little time, she'll reap what she sows.

[tatszico]

Kahgon of the tribe Al-Soor

Username: Tatszico

Name: Kahgon Al-Soor

Age: Several centuries old ; looks like in his mid-twenties when in human form.

Gender: Male.

Human Form

Divine Form

Personality: Indifferent and fearless, Kahgon is a dragon of pride and strength. Forged from the crucible of war, he has the might of a warrior and the mentality of a strategist. He comes off as cold and rough due to his blunt attitude and directness, which are backed by his witty and sharp tongue. Though he may seem reckless due to having no tolerance for the things that annoy and anger him, that is not the case. He's logical and knows better than to jump into the fray unprepared and unarmed. He is also quite cynical, considering the tension that is prevalent between the newfound relationship between dragon and rider. However, he acknowledges those he deem strong and in fact, there is a sort of mutual understanding in the current partnership with his rider. Only a human as fearless and capable as he have a chance to survive a flight with the dragons.

Short Biography: As a drakeling, Kahgon was quite fierce even for a creature that rivaled the forces of nature. Rebellious and arrogant, he had picked fights with many dragons that were not of his tribe, sparking many rivalries that resulted in the rise of his name, infamous as it was. Though his peers thought of him as nothing more than a bully, and his elders, a spoiled drakeling, they cannot deny the fact that he was quite the prodigy when it came to combat. And so as his rebellious streak flared up into nothing more than forgotten embers, Kaghon then dedicated his youth to the calling of a warrior. Years turned into decades as Kahgon endured the chaos of war. His infamous name was now a beacon of respect and victory as he led his tribe to glory. He was regarded highly by his kin, but was kept humble by the memories of his fallen comrade-in-arms. War has aged his mind, but his talons and fangs were kept sharp by the experiences. In short, he became a grand general that relished the thrill of a worthy battle.

Then came the day that finally brought him to his knees. No one knew that humanity was capable of such a feat. Kahgon himself had underestimated them as well, and the result of it was that his race is now enslaved. It was a shameful defeat, but he knew they deserved it for his kind's arrogance. Still, he cannot help but spit on the unholy pile of rocks they call celelyrium. Without it, he knew that the war would have ended long ago.

Truthfully though, he admired the cunning strengths and unyielding dedication of humanity. Because, after all, all's fair in love and war.

Abilities:

• Flash Fire: In addition to breathing fire, Kahgon also have the ability to super condense heat into his torso, directing the compacted energy to his underbelly which are naturally plated. But between his armored core, there are multiple grooves that allow him to expel the highly-saturated flames, which then results in a giant, powerful blast of inferno that is capable of turning rocks and metal into molten liquid. Limited to close and mid range, as well as having only a few 'charges' until he becomes too exhausted and strained.
• Blade of Scales: A set of aerial maneuvers that utilizes Kahgon's unnaturally sharp and metal-like scales to cut and pierce. Very effective in combat against other dragons, as well as taking down towers and battlements with relative ease.
• War is my Domain: Kahgon's fighting prowess has been greatly enhanced due to his many battles and experiences, allowing him to master the Earth like how dragons have mastered the Heavens. When on the ground, he is a force to be reckoned with, as he can wreak havoc with terrible ferocity, agility, and grace even without the use of his wings.

Rider: [You may fill this in later.]

Other: Theme.

There!! Hope everything is satisfactory. I know that in my picture his pony-tail turns scaly but just disregard that, as we all know dragons don't exhibit their beastly characteristics in their human form. :p

Anyone who wish to partner up as my rider, just notify me here or thru PM!

[Tancuras]

@Ambra I guess I'll nab the position of Guild Master if you don't mind ;P If it's open to take I'd rather not leave it for the chance someone less active might. That sound okay?

[Slamurai]

@AmbraI suppose this is self explanatory, but I just wanted to confirm my assumptions: Are humans and dragons the only sentient races of this setting?

[Mr_pink]

Cassandra

Username: Mr_pink
Name: Cassandra 'Cassie'
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Rank:
Equipment: [Weapons, potions, etc?]
-Cassandra carries a longbow and a quiver of arrows on her at all times.
-A steel short sword
-Various foods and potions
Appearance:
Cassie stands at a small 5 foot 5 and has a rather thin physique. Her hair is a light blond and is often swept to the side. Her hair often gets in her eye, something which she is hapless to avoid. Her eyes are a light blue, and a small scar traces itself from under her left eye and down past her cheek. She bears the marks of her slavers tattoos on her cheeks, something which she has yet to find a removal for. Other than the scar and tattoos, Cassie's most noticeable feature are her slightly buck teeth, which prevent her from fully closing her mouth unless she intends to.

Cassie is often seen wearing light armour. Namely a chain hauberk under a short surcoat along with fitted leather trousers and comfortable shoes. She also bears her adoptive fathers scarf at almost all times.
Personality:
Cassie has a constant positive outlook on life. Most people put this down either to her naivety or to her rather sheltered upbringing or both if you're feeling philosophical. While she'd much rather take a prisoner than kill a man, she is not afraid of having to kill and if she feels it is the better option, which is not often, then she won't hesitate to kill. Cassie tries to keep the spirits of those around her high, and hardly ever complains about extra work.
Short Biography:
Cassie was born to a family of farmers. Her future looked as bright as one could for someone who was destined to be a farmer. That is until a group of bandits began terrorizing the village her family lived and farmed on. The threats and violence grew exponentially as time progressed. Things got a lot worse when Cassie was around 5 though. The bandits had begun kidnapping children and teenagers from the village and selling them onto slavery. Eventually they began just straight up demanding the villagers give up their children or else have their crops burned to a crisp. Of course, the villagers did not react well.

They began to form a militia, using what little coin they had to hire a warrior of note from a town over. He began teaching the villagers how to fight and how to utilize what little weaponry they had in a fight. Suffice to say, the bandits were less than pleased when instead of, Cassie they received a group of angry villagers and a rather emotionless mercenary. The first wave of bandits were mince meat, but soon more came and in greater numbers. It didn't matter how many traps or tactics the villagers had set up and used, the sheer number of bandits and slavers that arrived to assault the village was too much. The mercenary ran with his tail between his legs and the villagers were slaughtered.

Of course, Cassie was taken into slavery as one of the sole child survivors of the village. She lived under the slavers 'care' until she was about 11. During which time she received the tattoos on her face as a sort of mark of ownership along with the scar under her eye after failing to escape their capture.

Cassie's luck would change within a few months of her eleventh birthday. As it happened, the mercenary who had been paid to protect her village stumbled upon the slavery operation. Of course, being but one man he couldn't just waltz in and slaughter the slavers, freeing the children and becoming a storybook hero whose exploits would be recited in tales for years to come. But he also could not just walk out of the slavers camp without purchasing anything, it would raise far too much suspicion and he'd probably have ended up dead by the week. Instead, he bought a slave, Cassie, by pure chance.

Neither of the two recognized each other from the village, both were a lot older and visibly different appearance wise. Instead of just dumping, Cassie at the nearest city, the mercenary instead took her on as his apprentice, and taught her the way of the world.

Recently, he had helped form the White Dove Guild. Unfortunately he died after a rather gruesome fight with a pack of wild wolves and instead, Cassie was sent in his place as his dying wish. Of course, Cassie has never ridden a dragon let alone have one as her mount. As a result of this, she expects to be little more than a pack mule, using her horse to carry the others belongings.
Mount: A horse named Kelpie
Other:Theme

[taistelusopuli]

A rider entering the house! I will post my character later today or tomorrow.

[Renny]

Zoran Lagorio

Human Sheet

“Don’t blink.”

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Username: Renny
Name: Zoran “The Oni” Lagorio
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Rank: Member

Equipment

• Ambrosian Katana – A curved sword made for his father when he went to war. The blade is sleek and capable of slicing through armor without difficulty. The golden guard and maroon hilt is reminiscent of Ambrosis.
• Celeyrium Rope
• Foods – Bread, Dried Nuts, Deer Meat
• Water Canteen
• Steel Dagger

Personality: Zoran was once a hot-blooded child. He met everything with open eyes, heart, and mind. Ready to explore what was new and challenging. However, this changed upon seeing an injustice towards his cousin. A man who wanted nothing less than to speak openly about Dragons being free. A preposterous notion … sure. But to see him ruthlessly beaten for it and hung by local thugs was too much. For years he came to terms with the truth; that the world was survive or die. In the process, he tempered his passion into a rather cold flame. While his normal, hot-blooded, impulsive, and crude self; he is now distant and terribly rebellious against anything that threatens his life. To him, all falters when measured up against his own life.

In the aspect of dragons, Zoran has maintained a balanced, but healthy, fear and caution of them. He has attempted several times to view them as he would a human, for they surely has the intelligence to be considered one, if not even more, but he finds it near impossible to look beyond the terror of their beastly forms. When he attacks, he mercilessly and without hesitation goes for the kill spot when feasible, and almost, if gazed upon close enough, looks to revel in the bloody embrace. Even his partner has not seen the surface of his heart yet.

Short Biography

Still rather young and naïve, Zoran’s life has been mostly average. All but one tragedy has occurred, though it’s left a black trauma on his otherwise burning soul. As a boy, his father, a war veteran and renowned soldier of Ambrosis; known as the “Crescent” on the battlefield, was always strict and supremely distant from him. This created strife in his life, for his mother, a bread maker, was often stuck between the two. On one side, he would hear words of reassurance, on the other, he would hear pleas between the cracks of his parent’s room for his father to give him a chance.

He never learned why his father was displeased with him. The man had up and left when he was seven, with no warning and barely a goodbye. Upon the eve of Zoran’s twelfth birthday, he was witness to the murder of his cousin. The violent and isolated death went unsolved, finally kick starting the truth in his mind. Years passed and eventually he would leave home with his father’s blade in his hand.

Upon arriving in the tropics of Solis, tales of “The Oni” had supposedly followed him. He had done but a few simple tasks on the way there. Slayed a killer bear terrorizing a town, stopped a band of bandits that plagued the edge of Ambrosis, and admittedly—on accident—caught an infamous criminal known simply as “Jace the Ace”. He recently joined the White Dove guild in hopes of finding his purpose in the world.

Mount: [You may fill this in later.]
Other:

• Hunt or Be Hunted
• Zoran fears the dragons but hopes to overcome it by fighting against and with them.
• The Oni was given to him by a vagrant who witness him slay a bear.

@BytheSpleen The poem at the end of your post ... I had to close my mouth once I was done.

I'd like you to consider partnering up with my character. You may like him. Let me know what you think and feel. Either through PM or up here I guess. Doesn't really make a difference to me.

@Tancuras Guess you'll be the one to give Zoran his rank? Since you're guildmaster and all.

[Ookawa]

I'll get a dragon sheet up in a bit :D
Just woke up an hour ago and haven't had breakfast yet, soooooo, yup.

[Crazy Doctor]

@tatszico Want to be my dragon?

[Renny]

@PyroDash888 Welcome back to life.

I on the other hand might be going back to sleep soon.

[Ookawa]

@Renny
Haha.

Toast with honey, mhhhh!

[Renny]

@PyroDash888 Sounds good.

Though I'd prefer a good ole fashion bowl of Frosted Flakes.

[Regendorf]

Username: Regendorf
Name: Dracul
Age: Closes in on the 400 years old mark [Late 20's]
Gender: Male

Human Appearance

Dragon Appearance

Personality: A kind but strict nature, adept of using the carrot and stick method to discipline those he thought of being worthy to be accepted as his riders. Won't shy from using sarcasm and caustic remarks. But always smiling...always...

Short Biography: While it remains true that humans only discovered the Dragon 's Realm only recently. Older dragons have been visiting the Humans for ages, thou always in human form and hiding their distinct feature. Such a dragon was Dracul, at the time the war started he was in the mountains of the human realm training with a hermit in the ways of the sword. He had heard nothing of the war until about a year ago when he descended from the mountains to return home. At that moment he learned about his kin's demise. He bit down his vengeful urges and decided to change the future of his kin through more subtle ways. Thus he voluntarily walked into the headquarters of a known mercenary guild and asked to be signed up. Thou the face of the White Dove's official upon learning he was a dragon was priceless...

Abilities: Due to old age and countless battles fought his wings are somewhat tattered. This effects his overall top speed in flight and may impede some aerial maneuvers. But with old age comes wisdom, able to telepathically link himself to his rider aiding allowing a greater synergy between the two. This allows to read each other's thoughts but not minds.

Dragon's Roar: An deafening roar that draws attention upon his presence. Weak willed opponents will turn tails and flee or even loose their will and just slump to the ground. Those whose will are strong enough to keep fighting will make Dracul their main target. This attack can either be used as a untargeted AOE around the dragon or wide dragon breath. The only difference being it's effective range.

Battōjutsu: A technique learned over the course of his long life. Implemented in his Dragon for as well as in his human form. In human form it make full use of the sword striped to his waist. In dragon form he uses the folded wings as spearheads. And wields them as such, lunging and at incredible speeds.

Rider:

Other: I'm a good "man" with bad intentions...

[Crazy Doctor]

Is it okay with you guys and @Tancuras (if you do become the guildmaster) and @Ambra if i am the guilds trainer/battlemaster?

[Renny]

@Crazy Doctor Just gonna say I don't mind. I had no plans for the spot or anything like that.

[Crazy Doctor]

I just thought it would be fun, people being trained while they are on the quest. adds a different dynamic. adds more social cohesion and stuff.

[Marlowe]

@BytheSpleen We were full, but after seeing the time and effort you put in your sheet, along with the creativity, I'm accepting it.

@tatszico Accepted!

@Tancuras Yeah, sure, go ahead.

@Renny Accepted; just to be clear, there are no other ranks other than guildmaster and member.

@Regendorf I know you didn't finish the form, but dragons don't look elderly in their human forms. They look like adults, but not elders. ^^

@Aristo We're currently closed.

@Crazy Doctor A trainer sounds fine.

[Renny]

@Ambra Dope ^^

Hopefully I'll have a partner soon too. If she finds me worthy

-Bows with a flourish-