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From the Egg - A Dragon Training Rp

Trevor stood in the atrium, arms folded and his eyes moved around to take every detail. Someone was going to pay for this.

First they had knocked on his door saying they brought orders from the capitol. He had closed the door on them. They continued knocking and it wasn't until they threatened to remove the door that he opened it again. With unkind words he told them he wasn't interested in any orders, he had left that life behind. The leader of the group failed to persuade Trevor. Neither bribing nor threatening helped, but when one of the soldiers spoke, one that had once served under Trevor, and told him he didn't know what this was about but he knew it was important, Trevor took the letter. The stamp seemed genuine, just as the handwritten names of the important people who signed it. It was vague, too vague for his liking, but he read the urgency between the lines. He had begrudgingly agreed to accept the order, after he made them promise this would be the last time they would bother him with trivial nonsense like this ever again.

After he accepted the soldiers stayed as guards. He ignored them. Then the travel on boat came during which he was treated as some kind of prisoner. He barely spoke to any of the soldiers, it had become clear they either didn't know anything, or had very clear instructions to not say a word about it. The travel was fine for the most part, the solitude of his cabin wasn't unlike the self-sought solitude of his house.

He had accepted the blindfold in silence and allowed them to lead him somewhere. This Atrium, guarded to keep others out or to keep them in, and filled with people who were once considered his enemies. He knew the colour of their blood and he didn't trust any of them. When spoken to, Trevor turned to the person next to him. Oread. No, half-Oread. He only glanced at him, before going back to glare at the human priest and whatever rank the Elf next to him had.
"I was very comfortable at home, this better be worth it," he grumbled.

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

I'll try to post tomorrow.

From the Egg - A Dragon Training Rp

I will post tomorrow, sorry for the delay.

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

"Right," Marc said. "I will check the medication list and the files. Maybe you can try to find Benjamin and let him know I want to talk to him after dinner."
There was a lot he needed to look into, and he hoped he could find some clues. He rubbed the back of his head, here he was believing a patient, but he had to admit things were happening that didn't add up. And it was time he started looking into them.

Benjamin turned to Ari. "If you really are turning back into a ghost... you are the best person to try and find Ray. She has to be here somewhere. There are many closed doors I can't go through, but you can. We can't help Ray if we don't know where she is."
The more he thought about it, it sucked for Ari she losing her solid form, but it could be a blessing for Ray. If it wasn't too late.

Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

When the alarm in Benjamin's watch beeped to let him know he had arrived at the point of no return, he stopped to silence it, took a breather with his hands on his hips and turned around to get back. A sudden feeling of being watched came over him. After glancing around he took two steps before he noticed a movement. It turned dark afterwards.

Mike was thinking many thoughts on the way to the tearoom; he had read a lot of information that all needed their place in his mind and he tried to order it as well as he could. He almost passed the tearoom, but he remembered just in time this was where he had to be.
He entered the establisment and as he was the first he sat down at an empty table, checking out the modest menu.

A Trainers Ambition [SporkoBug and Calle]

Michael nodded to show he had listened, but it was a difficult subject to fully understand. Especially with the baby Mew that had hatched. Maybe it wasn't needed to fully understand it, as long as he got the most important things. If Arceus was afraid of Niccia being corrupted, he had to look after her. His thoughts went, against his will, to Darkrai. What if Darkrai got her? He shuddered, having been Darkrai's prisoner wasn't a pleasant memory, and certainly not a situation he wanted Niccia to endure.
He finished his food in silent thought.

Andy sat down next to Gavin, but didn't disturb his meal. He just ate in silence next to him, glancing to his Pokémon who all seemed to enjoy their meals.

"It's okay," Saruya said to Niccia. "Let them play, it will make them stronger." She watched all the small Pokémon eat to ensure they all got their fill. She looked up when Bear placed a bowl in front of her.
"We have enough, no need to wait.". He said the same to Soul as he gave him a portion for himself as well. He, the fast eater that he was, had already finished his and wandered around a bit to find something to do.

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

Fenna lay in the grass, rain fallow down on her. Shallow breaths escaped her lips as she tried to work through the pain of her open wounds. She turned her head to see first Clive and then Zell move in with their attacks. "Good job," she whispered to Zell when Zigmund died, even though she knew he was out of ear-shot.

It wasn't long before Barracker helped her up and assister her towards the temple entrance. Pierced three times, but the spikes had been thin, the wounds they had caused weren't an immediate thread but would need treatment. The blood leaking out the six wounds mixed with the rain and travelled down her armour.

Fenna grinned weakly at Barrackers comment. Pre-rain she had been able to land some good hits, but post-rain she had done nothing more than take the role of distraction, which thankfully had paid off. "I take pride in the fact he hated me enough that he wanted to make me suffer," she admitted. "That means he considered me one of the bigger nuisances at least. I'm glad he's dead."

With a groan she got down on the ground when they reached the camp and tried to determine what needed to happen with her wounds. It would need some bandaging for sure. Where were her supplies? Sil landed next to her with the spear she had picked up, while Fenna slowly removed her leather armour. Fenna leaned back in a half-sitting/half-lying position, moving hurt and the slow but continous bloodloss made her tired. Sil watched her and after a moment she went to a nearby leaf, picked it up and tried to put it on one of the lower wounds. "Thanks, darling," Fenna whispered, although it did nothing to stop the bleeding.

She found some bandages to wrap around her torso, but with her injured shoulder she couldn't do it alone. Thankfully she got the assistance she needed. She turned her face to MacKensie and managed a faint smile when she pointed out her shoulder. Out of the three wounds, that was the one that one caused the most discomfort in both pain and hindring her movement. Her first instict was to downplay it, but there was no reason for it. "Yes, I need a hospital," she sighed.

When her wounds were provisionally treated, Fenna lay down to rest. Sil remained close to her and eyed everyone who dared coming close suspiciously. Fenna listened to MacKensie questioning Clive and turned her head so she could watch them.

From the Egg - A Dragon Training Rp

Trevor

Name: Trevor
Race: Human
Text Color: purple/a187be
Special Skill: Fighting skills, most proficient with sword and spear. Tactical insight.
Ambition/Dream: Trevor lives in the here and now and doesn't have long-term dreams or ambitions. He just wants to live a quiet life far away from everyone.
Personality Traits: serious, distrusting towards those who aren't human, grumpy at times, loyal to friends, speaks his mind.
Childhood: Trevor grew up as a boy in the city with three siblings, one older brother, one younger brother and one younger sister. His father was a woodworker and he made toy weapons for his children, which Trevor often played with; his toy sword was his prized possession. Trevor and his siblings helped out in the workshop as well, learning to wield various blades safely. Trevor received an education at the local school, where he learned to read and write. As children do, Trevor got into fights, especially when someone picked on his younger siblings.
Adolescence/Training: Once Trevor was old enough, he joined the army of king Rosmund. He considered it a good way to help defend the people of the country who couldn't defend themselves against the Phospholites. He never complained during the hard training and used every moment he could to work on his skills. While it was clear archery wasn't his thing, he got better with both the sword and the spear quickly.
Adulthood/After Completing Training: Trevor participated in battles and became an officer. Soldiers considered him very strict, but he was never unjust and didn't ask from his soldiers what he wasn't willing to do himself. Trevor came close to being expelled from the army for disobedience a few times, but he had some higher officers who vouched for him; Trevor had a tendency to do what was needed and if that didn't follow the rule of the book or the direct order, so be it. Thankfully his results were what mattered to his direct superior.
After spending a few years of his life as an officer and after an especially bloody battle for the important trade hub, Trevor decided to quit. He returned home and built a small house in the forest. In a nearby city he could sell his skills as a mercenary and his knowledge of the woods as a guide, and where he could take advantage of the existence of taverns. While he enjoyed living by himself, he could spend hours in a tavern, listening to the latest news or bards, and look for potential customers. He had protected travellers against ogres and bugbears until he received a letter with the instruction to go to the monks on a distant island.
Notable Family: His parents and siblings live, and while he maintained a good relation with them, none play a big role in his current life.
Notable Figures: Andrus, a senior officer he served under and a good friend.
Character Themes: Strenght. Freedom. Loyalty.
Character Tragedy: The battles and people under his command dying left scars.
Character Flaws: not social, doesn't take orders from someone he doesn't know or trust, bigot towards not-humans (with some exceptions)
Hobbies: he keeps himself busy with taking care of his weapons or woodcarving.
Appearance: Short brown hair, clean shaved face. He wears leather armour and a green cloak.

From the Egg - A Dragon Training Rp

@Loksfjoer Approved! My only slight concern is that a character who is a loner tends to have trouble interacting with other characters. As long as you feel that won't be an issue, then I don't have an issue.

@JewelSerket

I've used this character in other RP's. He likes his solitude, but mingles when needed. He isn't shy and speaks his mind, so there will be opportunities for interaction. I'll add that he speaks his mind as I forgot to include that. And make a mention that when he's in town, he does visit public places like taverns.

From the Egg - A Dragon Training Rp

Trevor

Name: Trevor
Race: Human
Text Color: purple/a187be
Special Skill: Fighting skills, most proficient with sword and spear. Tactical insight.
Ambition/Dream: Trevor lives in the here and now and doesn't have long-term dreams or ambitions. He just wants to live a quiet life far away from everyone.
Personality Traits: serious, distrusting towards those who aren't human, grumpy at times, loyal to friends.
Childhood: Trevor grew up as a boy in the city with three siblings, one older brother, one younger brother and one younger sister. His father was a woodworker and he made toy weapons for his children, which Trevor often played with; his toy sword was his prized possession. Trevor and his siblings helped out in the workshop as well, learning to wield various blades safely. Trevor received an education at the local school, where he learned to read and write. As children do, Trevor got into fights, especially when someone picked on his younger siblings.
Adolescence/Training: Once Trevor was old enough, he joined the army of king Rosmund. He considered it a good way to help defend the people of the country who couldn't defend themselves against the Phospholites. He never complained during the hard training and used every moment he could to work on his skills. While it was clear archery wasn't his thing, he got better with both the sword and the spear quickly.
Adulthood/After Completing Training: Trevor participated in battles and became an officer. Soldiers considered him very strict, but he was never unjust and didn't ask from his soldiers what he wasn't willing to do himself. Trevor came close to being expelled from the army for disobedience a few times, but he had some higher officers who vouched for him; Trevor had a tendency to do what was needed and if that didn't follow the rule of the book or the direct order, so be it. Thankfully his results were what mattered to his direct superior.
After spending a few years of his life as an officer and after an especially bloody battle for the important trade hub, Trevor decided to quit. He returned home and built a small house in the forest. In a nearby city he could sell his skills as a mercenary and his knowledge of the woods as a guide. He had protected travellers against ogres and bugbears until he received a letter with the instruction to go to the monks on a distant island.
Notable Family: His parents and siblings live, and while he maintained a good relation with them, none play a big role in his current life.
Notable Figures: Andrus, a senior officer he served under and a good friend.
Character Themes: Strenght. Freedom. Loyalty.
Character Tragedy: The battles and people under his command dying left scars.
Character Flaws: not social, doesn't take orders from someone he doesn't know or trust, bigot towards not-humans (with some exceptions)
Hobbies: he keeps himself busy with taking care of his weapons or woodcarving.
Appearance: Short brown hair, clean shaved face. He wears leather armour and a green cloak.