Getting ready to move into my new and first apartment. I may be offline for a bit until we get internet in the place but I'll let everyone know when I do
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If you are interested in a fantasy RP that is about dragons and magic, take a look at Acension. The link will be in my bio.
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Might get the Witcher 3
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I consider myself an adaptive writer. I've RPed in some high casual-low advanced RPs and some RPs that are nearly one liners but I try to stay consistent at least with my characters I make. Ive been on here for some time (passed the time it claims. Just forgot the name of my old accounts but whatev). I am interested in high casual/ low-advanced rps and have been trying to get a few off the ground. If anyone is interested in Co-GMing with me just drop me a message or something and we can discuss ideas and whatnot
He managed to come across the two of them and grinned as he approached.
"Hey Conner! Great practice today! I'm not sure what happened after I got hit in the eye with that dagger...All I know is that I woke up in the infirmary. Anyways...I look forward to our next spar, might not go all out again. I really don't want to lose my other eye..." He glanced over to Laura with a grin.
"Did you get a chance to watch the spar? I was hoping that we could go all out but in the beginning of the fi- that reminds me" He looked back over at Connor.
"What the hell were you thinking charging in at me like that? You can't always go head on against an opponent like that. When you decided to use my blade as leverage, that was smart thinking. You need to think outside the box more often like that. Never know when it can save your life, right Laura? Laura? Why are you looking at me like that?" He quickly became concerned as the scowl from Laura failed to fade away.
Reaching out with his one hand, he let the tendrils cross up and along her arm.
"Ok so I need to hit the more vital areas in order to get give you the full effect of the serum....I would like to call it a serum but its just my juices....................that just sounds way too wrong....ju-just ignore that...." He looked away with a bit of a blush.
Once they were in position, small pores along the tendrils opened up, releasing a toxin that was mostly to numb the body and raise the endorphins as parts of them broke away, sliding under her skin with relative ease. It was when the viscous liquid was injected would sharp pains be felt, coupled with the rush of endorphins and the numbness of the body. It would be a weird feeling but she would quickly take notice to the sense being heightened, her sight enhancing, her sense of smell increasing, sounds most people could barely hear came into her ears. soon her feeling would be raised to, but for now it was pain. It didn't take to ling for the process to end and the pain to subside but when it was over, Jayce held a rather large grin and a light nod of the head.
"Welp, this shit show is over...We'll attack within the next couple of days. I got to let everyone that I'm currently in contact with know that the change we need is here." With that he jumped up to one of the walls, turned, and leapt up to the opposing building, disappearing amongst the rooftops. The tendril walls subsided and disappeared as if nothing had changed. However, across the city, weird beings would soon begin to pop up, slowly building to the ultimate crescendo and to Jayce's true intentions.
@Vesuvius00@Rai Suley looked towards the smaller woman who held out her hand, offering gems as payment. He blinked a few times before looking at Soron and then to Velai before sighing.
"Why can't a dragon just be kind without needing someone to feel like they are in debt?" The rhetorical question was met with a quick response from Soron.
"Because your kind has a history with-"
"Oh shut it Soron I know..." He let his forehead hit the counter before turning it to face the young one.
"I am doing you simply a favor, asking nothing in return. Don't take this the wrong way m'lady, but those few gems are pebbles in a vast ocean compared to what I'm worth. Allow me to do you this one favor, nothing being asked in return accept you enjoying a restful sleep." he gave her a genuine smile but flinched slightly to the sudden outburst about Fotia. Soron glanced up with a quirked brow.
"Whose attacking the boarders? I thought we were in a time of pea-" He was cut short by a drunken farmer who managed to slosh some drink onto Soron and part of his book to which he glared daggers at the man, more so when he started to mock the dragon slayers. Suley on the other hand was slightly amused at this farmers antics, more so when Soron decided to intervene. He could fell the magic stir from within the old Dragon slayer. Something must have struck a nerve with Soron as he discreetly raised his hand from underneath his arm, channeling just enough wind magic to knock the man back in his seat, causing Suleykaar to chuckle before turning his attention back to Velai. Soron wiped the drink off of the book and continued to write but listened in. Soron stopped and looked up with slight confusion. He kept his voice hushed, low enough for only the small circle could hear.
"What's Nero's army doing this far past their territory? Better yet, has anyone assumed if it is even the Nero army? I'm from there, night jobs are primary occupations for them. If I was to place a bet on it, I would say that Sleeth is in on this." Suleykaar glanced over at Velai and then Soron before rubbing his chin. His tone changing a bit.
"True...I wouldn't put it past Sleeth to make daring moves like this, especially with his history but don't forget, battles and wars based off assumptions ends in the wrong ones killed. But going back to Sleeth and the Neron army, why would they only attack the border if they have people who can move through the shadows? Why not just go for infiltration and then unleash an assault from inside the kingdom itself? There's more to this...A lot more." He glanced around the bar to those who started or tried to listen in. He simply stood up with his drink and hand and added a slight stumble for embellishment.
"A toasht to Shunfire and the Resht Eashy! Nexsht round ish on meeee!" He threw down his original coin sack, letting the gold flow across the counter, enough to cover everyone's next round. The act went away as he sat back down and Suley gained a serious expression.
"We will stay the night. But I feel it necessary to at least let the new king know that he will have some assistance out here. Soron...
He reached into his sleeve for a large ring, one that was normally used for sealing documents. Soron was already pulling out a sheet of paper, ready to write.
"King Magnix, grandson of Hanoi Magnix, I, Suleykaar, former Dragonlord of the Fotia region would like to extend a hand of assistance in these growing dark times. I understand that areas near Sunfire have been attacked as of recently to some unknown force. my companion and I are here to offer our services in keeping the boarders and outlands of Fotia safe and secure for travel and commerce. Sincerely Suleykaar of the Red Wing.
P.S.. Do you want to hang out? I don't think I have formerly met you yet but I would love to chat over some good cuisine and drink. Maybe some women as well.
Forgive me your highness, my friend Suleykaar is none to bright."
Soron closed up the letter and handed it to Suley who had borrowed a candle on a table and dripped some wax onto it and then quickly sealing the letter with his old banner symbol. Soron then turned towards the door to the place and let off a whistle that started high, went low and ended in a medium tone. No more than a few seconds later, a white snow dragon entered, along its spine red spikes and under its wings as well. It skittered across the ground for a moment before flapping its wigs twice to rest on Soron's shoulders. On its back was a small compartment meant for sending messages. Soron placed the letter in the compartment.
"Spirit, frie truul Magnix und Ren tsae...Do you understand?" It let off a light chirp before Soron stood up and walked outside, Spirit moving to Soron's wrist, his takeoff point. The old dragonslayer lifted his hand high, letting Spirit take off for Magnix kingdom, sending the message to the King. Hopefully Magnix would understand or at least not care enough to challenge Suleykaar to a fight. Gods know that would be the last thing they needed.
When he returned inside, he sat down and closed his book, putting it away for the time being.
"Message was sent and yes we'll stay. Suls and I will help you with the clean up and anything else you need." Sulley looked at Soron and nodded.
@Landaus Five-One And history as well considering witcher's are born of the anger and resentment towards monsters and the vengeance humans which to wraught upon them...I think...Funny enough I never played the games or read the books but lately I've been thinking about buying them and reading them
Name: Soron Dragonbane Age: 89 Blood%: 40% Nayu, 20% Oro, 20% Sol, 20% Seraphim Gender: Male Sex Preference: Hetero Height: 6'3" Weight: 230lbs Apparel: Pictured Above Appearance: He stands at a rather built six feet, 3 inches and a well worked two hundred and thirty odd pounds. His armor is nothing impressive but rather what lies underneath. Painted with scars like a violent canvas, this shows his history, remembering each and every one and what they represent. The most recent and memorable one crosses from his right shoulder to his left side hip, the one given to him by Suleykaar after he attempted to devour him. On his skin as well are runes which he uses in combat, each one carved into him and blessed, allowing them to be used. One on his throat which channels wind and fire, two on his feet, meant to channel earth, two on his wrists to channel water or lightning and a set of runes and words across the front half of his body to channel shadow magic. Personality: Despite his abrasive outer shell, he is quite the contrast. He likes to socialize but tends to be more of a listener than a speaker and uses his body for much of the conversation offering nods in agreement, shrugs when unsure and shakes of the head when in disagreement and tapping his finger when annoyed. As well as his body language, much of his feelings can be seen through his eyes as they do most of the talking. When he does speak it is brief but to the point and does not shy away from speaking his mind. One of his biggest pet peeves is actually his companion, Suleykaar as can be seen in their interactions. He relates Suls, as he calls him, as a 100ft spoiled brat, having to babysit him when about town so he doesn't cause to much trouble.
On the battlefield he is not too much different as he is a tactician, finding techniques and maneuvers that can better enhance his own fight or those he goes into combat with. He never yields in his strikes nor shows remorse. They are quick, efficient, precise and deadly, considering each stroke to be his last. This he had adopted as a young boy through intensive and brutal training regiments on and off the field though he preferred the field training as it had honed in his skills with a sword as well as his combative reflexes, now in life acting on instinct rather than muscle memory.
One thing is for sure. Should one attempt to harm Soron or his companion, heed this warning. He is violent and cold as a winter's storm and holds the wrath of a vengeful god. He has a dragon's will and an unyielding heart that will willingly sacrifice their own life and soul to defend what he believes in and those he cares for. Faction: He has been for a long time a member of the Sureiya but has since left the organization. After his encounter with Suleykaar, he has moved more towards the Taxis, helping them abolish the abominations the world has sent loose on its people. He now bares a special and unique emblem on his armor. The flaming sword and green sun, combined into a one of a kind patch, one that pays homage to his past and what he currently believes in...The annihilation of what goes bump in the night. Pet: Spirit, a little snow wyvern who stands a foot high and 3 feet long. He had found him in Gaia, in the forest of Lapis during its the season of frost. Spirit is a peculiar little specimen as it a bit unpredictable but not much to be too much of a nuisance. With its occasional chirps and mild screeches, Spirit has taken a warm welcome to Soron, considering him to be his little scaly brother. Soron has developed a few words specific to Spirit for commands: Baruut (Burn/Breath) - This is used for Spirit to burn opponents Frie (Fly) - This is used mostly for scouting or hunting Ren (Return) - Self Explanitory Sahied (stop) - Self Explanitory but sadly is one that Soron has trouble with. This is because of his little mischevious scaly brother, Spirit.
There are others that he uses but these are most used and heard coming from Soron. It is difficult for many to order Spirit around as it only recognizes Soron's voice and tone. However, Suley is known to mess with Soron since he can mimic Soron a bit, causing Soron to get easily annoyed with the red dragon. Exp: Having come from a fairly violent past, he has mastered the art of combat, effectively bringing opponents down in shorter time than most. Time with the Sureiya further increased this when hunting large foes or predators like feral dragons and the like. At the same time he has learned about their body language, concluding whether or not it is simply guarding its territory or hunting for a meal. Effectively he could live in the wild for a long time should it ever come down to it. He can react on instinct and has honed his senses to the wild, allowing him to sense danger in a way. Just as he can read dragons and other predators or foes, he can read people, understanding their body language and when to say something or not to, helping with his social and combat related events. The use of magic and how to use it effectively with little effort also stems from this violent training as he does not have a incredibly strong soul. All of this combined, Soron is not one to be trifled with nor take head on, not without a couple of people to guard one's own hide. Spells: The Whispering Sword: This is used in conjunction with his onyx stones. He creates a dome of transparent magic (roughly 10 meters in diameter) that allows him to shadow step around the battlefield and nullify the sound within the dome. Now as he is not a full blooded Nayu, this requires runes to allow him the ability to shadow step without shadow stepping. These stones contain teleportation magic, leaving the dome to nullify any extra sounds that come from the stones themselves. Runes: Considering that these runes are as powerful as magic, I'll let them take the place for any other spells. Abilities/Powers: Poison resistance: Blood Trait Blood consumption: Blood Trait Night vision: Blood Trait Bleed resistance: Blood Trait Thick blood: Blood Trait Bright light resistance: Blood Trait Soul detection: Blood Trait Tactician: Years of experience in battle have taught Soron about minimum effort, maximum effiecency. This can be seen in his fighting style and stance which is low and coiled, blade up and pointed with his left palm outward for magic. He has aptly named this The Basilisk Stance in reference to his fight against his first basilisk. Rune use: His ability to use the runes on his body whether singularly or in tandem with another is honed thanks to his practice wit them at a young age and over the course of his life. Instinct: His weeks in Nero's deadlands and the predators that consider it home quickly increased his natural ability to react to situations under stress. This has also worked for his time amongst the people and in conversation, especially when it begins to go south. Perceptive: He can read people and creatures alike, understanding their habits and when they are angered, frightened, or on the hunt. He can also read the mannerisms of others to suggest what they are thinking. Intimidating Aura: This just seems to be a natural thing he has, he cannot explain why but he simply accepts it as it has saved him trouble many times. Commanding Aura: As well as his intimidating aura, he has this air about him that commands respect and gives off this authority like vibe. Weapons: 1x Two handed long sword forged from steel and silver and dipped in Basilisk venom for added effectiveness. 1x One handed sword made the same as his long sword. 2x silver/steel daggers A few pouches of light and smoke powder meant for escape or distraction on the field. A bag of stones, each containing runes of an element. Similar in the aspects of a grenade in their application. A black bag of onyx gems, carved with the rune for shadow manipulation. Used for one of his techniques, "shadow dancing" History:
Born within the lands of Nero, he has been surrounded by death for a portion of his life, just enough to remind him how important life really is. Growing up within a family of dragonslayers and mages, there was never a doubt that he wouldn't follow within his families footsteps. His family was a unique one as his great great grandmother was a mage and great great grand father a dragonslayer, having brought into this world a group of slayers whose specialty was in combative slayer magic. Unique in the aspect that most of the techniques required runes. Whether or not those runes were on inorganic objects or on their person mattered not. It was a technique that was passed about their little village of Basille, 10 miles northwest of Nero's known town, Twilight. When Soron was of age, around 5, he was given the opportunity to go through a special family tradition, the ritual known as the Trail of Nails. This required the work of a mage and healer, as well as a priest or shaman. Carved into the body were runes meant for dragon slaying, each imbued with a specific element. The throat, carved with a symbol for wind and fire to symbolize their calling to the profession and the fire of life that burned from within. The feet, etched wit earth, meant to symbolize their resolve for the trade and the idea of never losing one's ground in a fight, to battle to the death. The arms or wrists with water and lightning, to represent the grace and precision in each swing of the blade, painting the earth's canvas with crimson red from their instrument of death. Lastly, the front of their body with those of shadows. This was to never forget the darkness that they came from but a reminder for those who dare to face it.
The process was an excruciatingly painful one but one that would allow him to bare the name Dragonbane, otherwise, he would have been simply known as Soron of Basille as what had happened to his uncle Pyre of Basille. With this completed, he would begin training in the art of dragonslaying, the art of war. He would also be paired with a young girl for who he would wed and continue the line of Dragonslayers. Her name was Ariel. A sweet and kind girl born into a mage family. Her hair was like autumn. Red with bits of yellow and orange to give it a distinctive look. He had fallen in love with this girl and as he trained and grew, so did she and as such the relationship with each other. by the age of 21 he was due to be wed on a cool spring night. But it was this night that would seal their fate. Hours before the wedding ritual, a few basilisk had terrorized the small village, plummeting into chaos. Amidst the chaos, he had watched in horror and anger as his soon to be was ripped in half and devoured by the basilisk, never to be seen again. A few days had gone by when the attack happened and some of the surviving members of the village went out in search of the serpents responsible for the destruction...None returned.
As the pain and distraught subsided, something emerged from within...An anger none in his village have ever witnessed. His fire from within became a maelstrom of wrath and vengeance. When no one else dared to step up he stood, leaving these words to echo through history. "Those...things...They have reaped what they have sown. I will go, I will claim what is mine. Kill them? Neigh...I will massacre them, I will rip each scale from their dreadful hide, I will tear each fang out one by one until they learn of the wrath they truly brought upon themselves. I WILL LEAVE THIS CREATURES AS NOTHING MORE THAN A WHISPER IN THE PAGES OF HISTORY! With this, he gathered his things and made way for the deep ruins of Nero. Many close calls came from this travel. Smaller predators attempting to devour him but none to succeed. He was quick, careful and always weary about his surroundings. This kept him on his toes, never to trust what laid behind a bush or what slithered above. Weeks would go by and he had survived thus far of fthe land and with what little it could provide. One day, he had come across a cave, one that held the tattered remains of a beautiful emerald gown, one stained with blood and the sweet scent of his Ariel. He yelled into the mouth of the abyss, challenging whatever reared its ugly head from its darkness.
Eyes glowed... The hissing death approached... Fangs dripped wit ha viscous goo... Its new prey had arrived... It reared back, coiled and ready to strike... Eyes unwavering... Will undying... Nerves steeled as the memories of his precious Autumn gem projected across his vision... They circle each other... Only the screech of a small wyvern signaling the battle...
Noone knows what had happened that night, but many suspect that the fight lasted hours into the night. The village was beyond surprised when he had returned with not only his life, but the head of that dreadful beast. He vowed on that day that he would protect those of the lands from these scaled demons of the land, the sea and the air. Word had gone throughout the lands from Nero to the far reaches of Gaia, only to be picked up by Sureiya, the group of dragonslayers known for taking on feral dragons. They welcomed him and for some time he had walked shoulder to shoulder with them, his brothers in arms. It wasn't until rumors of a dragon as large as a lake were running through the lands of Fotia. It was "terrorizing" the nearby villages and towns above the main city. A large reward was placed on its head and many from the group attempted to take on this dragon but none returned, much like his time in Basille. Once again he rose to the challenge and made way for Fotia's largest mountain, Dragon's Peak.
Months a few weeks had pssed as he traveled to the mountain top, taking on a few small feral dragons along the way. Finally, when he reached the supposed layer of the dragon he was taken back by the beast. It spoke, quite elegantly. He was confused but nonetheless made a vow to rid the world of demons like him and so he attacked. The battle was once again long and grueling but surprisingly ended in a stalemate. Soron in the mouth of the beast and the beast, who he now considers a companion, Suleykaar, ready to end the life of Soron with one bite. Suleykaar could continue his onslaught but Soron was badly wounded and dying so Suley made a proposal, he would spare his life if Soron swore an Oath to remain with Suleykaar for the rest of his days and never to kill another dragon unless in self defense for him or another. A life for a life. Reluctantly, Soron agreed to the terms and he yielded, the first time ever in his long life. At the age of 50 he had made this truce. With it also came the end of his dragonslaying days. He never did turn in his patch to the Sureiya, holding onto it as a reminder of grand days on the field. However, he still needed to make a living, so he decided that it would be best ot put his experience into a group known as Taxis, an entity that was similar to the Sureiya in the aspect of defense against demons but different demons, demons that were everywhere, including the cities and towns. He would provide security for trade routs and caravans, nobles and the occasional commoner who could afford it.
The rest of his life is a mystery as the pages have not been written yet. Who knows what Soron's future holds. Will he live a full, happy life? Or will he die at the hands of the dragon or worse? Those that know weave the strings of fate and will tell those who know Soron when it is time to cut the strings...
Trivia: (optional) Didn't know that -Soron has a soft spot for Spirit so he has been known to speak to spirit as if he was a little child. It is adorable but is easily embarrassed by it as he is a man with a tough outer shell. -Soron keeps a journal full of pictures and memoires of his journeys, as well as old task sheets and flyers he did for work. In the front page of it reads "In Memory of Ariel, May Our Souls be Bonded in the Afterlife" and "If you find this with my body, bury me and bring this to someone who can make a book of this. Any money made from it is to go to my next of kin should I have one." -He has named his blades Ariel and Basille, after his home and his love. -He has ideas for new weaponry, one of which involves explosive magic and small, metal arrows, all confined in a metal barrel of sorts. -He loves to draw -Soron has gained extensive knowledge about the wild and its inhabitants, able to pick out different dragon species and their behaviors.
@Landaus Five-One I'm at around 13k+ with Soron currently with the bulk of it being his backstory (fyi its done ^^) but I still have to add in his abilities and weapons with some trivia and thaen its complete
I consider myself an adaptive writer. I've RPed in some high casual-low advanced RPs and some RPs that are nearly one liners but I try to stay consistent at least with my characters I make. Ive been on here for some time (passed the time it claims. Just forgot the name of my old accounts but whatev). I am interested in high casual/ low-advanced rps and have been trying to get a few off the ground. If anyone is interested in Co-GMing with me just drop me a message or something and we can discuss ideas and whatnot
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I consider myself an adaptive writer. I've RPed in some high casual-low advanced RPs and some RPs that are nearly one liners but I try to stay consistent at least with my characters I make. Ive been on here for some time (passed the time it claims. Just forgot the name of my old accounts but whatev). I am interested in high casual/ low-advanced rps and have been trying to get a few off the ground. If anyone is interested in Co-GMing with me just drop me a message or something and we can discuss ideas and whatnot</div>
