BayRat

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@Holy Soldier

So my new concept goes with the summon dragon idea for a race. Dragon shamans are humans that either survive drinking the blood of a dragon, or are born from other Dragon shaman's (Though those that are born do not receive the full effect of their powers until they reach maturity.)

Dragon shamans are mostly mortal, but possess some qualities influenced by draconic. They have the blood of a dragon, which is toxic in nature. While they do not have an undefined heat resistance like a dragon, they can still tolerate intense heat such as fire without injury or agitation. They are slightly more durable then other humans, and are stronger in comparison, they also have twice the average life span. They often posses small horns, some minor patches of scales on specific parts of their body as a birth mark (different for each individual) reptilian and glowing eyes, and have the ability to use dracomancy. Otherwise they are considered to be mortal.

Dracomancy is a shaman-like magic that relates to dragons, which varies from gaining or performing draconic qualities such as growing wings or breathing flames, to contracting with the spirits of dragons and summoning them.

So the character would have that pet from the necromancer as his contracted dragon, which he can summon freely and serves as his 'bloodhound' so to speak. That, and he himself can breathe flames, but thats about all the powers I'll give him. He'd be an agent.

The Season of the Witch

I have some interest, hoping to see this picks up more interest.

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Sorry for the late return in addition to college and being involved elsewhere I've decided to cut out the necromancer idea and working on a different idea, just letting you know I'm still interested in the RP and I'll get back to you on a new CS soon.

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝔸𝔾𝔸 𝕆𝔽 𝕍𝕀ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ𝕍𝔸𝕃𝕃

Sorry I'm dragging a bit behind, I'll get a post up soon.

Containment [SCP-Inspired RP]

Got my interest.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Chris's eyes widened from their passive scowl as he saw gunfire against his fellow prisoners. It was a brief matter of shock for him, and he turned back to see the shooter be executed on the spot. Slowly he readjusted himself, whatever accident had occured, the situation had already been dealt with. Its not that he wasn't completely desyntized, though he had expected brutal treatment and had watched a similar tragedy from before, but it was for that same trauma that he fought against such shock surface on his conscience. He kept his gaze away from the fallen comrades, fortunately he hadn't had the chance to know them, so it wasn't too difficult. Though the scene was a grim reminder of the cruel state of this world.

Chris didn't bother resisting, the terms seemed reasonable enough for him anyhow. Its not like he wanted to transform. His complacent and bored morphed into a scowl when he heard his name being roomed with two others. It wasn't very ideal, but he kept an open mind, or tried to, as him and the rest of the subnaturals were escorted to their buildings. He was a bit impressed with the Arbiter's building, granted, the security level of it was obvious enough. Still the modern design gave him the impression of something moderately luxorious to stay in.

Inside, he ignored his two roomates for the first moments as he picked up his ID card and the test, examining them both briefly. Afterward, he glanced back to his two roomates, briefly, just to get an idea of their existence, one of them waved to him, so he gave a passive, barely paying any care wave back, before returning his attention to his test. He would take a seat and took out a pen.

His bag of clothes, pretty much the only luggage he had, sat beside his desk as he steadily went through the stack of papers of tests he was assigned. He knew the basics of most of the subjects at hand, but as he had not been to a school before what little education he had was not advanced enough to answer most highschool level questions, what few he did were simple algebra equations and literature that his parents had hometaught him long ago, distant in memory.

For the answers he did not know, he just guessed for the hell of it and tried to apply some reasoning to them by trying to think of a natural equivalent scenario. Finishing the main exams he left the elective forms untouched as he decided to take a hot shower. He walked to the bathroom, still not paying much attention to his roommates He stripped from his garbs and turned on the water. As he lathered his body in some of the basic available bathing products there, namely soap and shampoo, his eyes looked to the shower curtain and became lost in thought. For long intervals he'd contemplate the destruction he survived, the cruelty of the military, and the 'students' who were shot hours before, of all things. He could feel a tear form from his left eye overlapping the hot water. With emotions starting to boil out from his facade, he instinctively slammed a clenched hand into the bathroom wall with his head lowered, making a somewhat audible thud and a ringing pain that helped distract him from the emotional torment.

✮ Stardust Memory ✮

Oh...well, looks like I posted a bit too late huh. Oh well. I won't mind waiting for when the rp comes back up.

✮ Stardust Memory ✮

The Wrathful Sun Prince!

@wxps350@Baklava

The flames immediately stopped flowing from its maw once the witch wrapped around its jaws. "W-wh-Get off of my arm!" I yelled in frustration as I tried to violently shake her up. "Are you dense in the head?!" The dragon head would be closed with narrowed golden eyes. Trying to shake her off he would fly back to the rooftop, and transforming his arm back to normal, still flailing it rapidly. His crimson eyes glowed with moonlight, and the wind would catch some of his hair as he glared at her in frustrated rage.

His eyes fixed to the other prince that was being swarmed by the shadows. He sighed briefly as his other arm transformed into a similar dragon head, opening its scaly maw to release a jet of flames towards both the prince and the six shadows, not caring who'd he hit, though it likely would have spread to both him and the ensuing shadows.

He looked back at the witch with narrowed eyes, "So your fireproof too huh?" He scowled in annoyance, not really expecting, nor caring for her to answer. His other arm shrank and morphed from a dragon's head to a normal arm and hand, flexing his fingers a bit once it was back to normal.

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝔸𝔾𝔸 𝕆𝔽 𝕍𝕀ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ𝕍𝔸𝕃𝕃

Enter the Dragon

Since the warm summer sun rose once again, Jackal, the sole survivor of his tribe, once again moved across the earth. His travels have met him with feeble work with those willing to communicate with his monstrous form. It didn't take long for him to learn of the fear his mere presence brings among those of other races, especially with the rise of these monster attacks.

His large feet would make an audible thud with each step, moving in a casual matter. His large, hand crafted sword and held in his right hand, rested on his shoulder. The small chest he had on his back ringed with coins moving about within due to his movements. His reptilian eyes caught sight of the town ahead, wooden structures and he could make out a wide arrange of civilian activity. He continued, hopeful that his presence would result in work instead of conflict. As he drew closer, he noticed another strange humanoid figure, a species he had no recognized, confronted with weapons pointed at her. Within sight now, and his somewhat loud footsteps, the nearby civilians averted their gaze from the strange woman to the monstrous reptile that was about to interrupt.

Jackal approached, calmly, and steadily, towering over the both of them as he stepped from behind her and in between her and the men. "Pardon me." He spoke as he leaned his torso forward, curving his neck and head towards viewing all of the strangers within this confrontation. "Is there a problem?" His voice was strange, it had an orcish cadence to it, yet with a calm demeanor, and a voice that seemed to flicker gently with certain syllables like the cracking of a burning flame. His sword dropped from his shoulder and to the dirt path next to him, the blade was almost as big as the creature wielding it, big enough to be taller then any of the mammals present.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Mag Lev

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