Ghost Queen

Dragon Sodality: A dragonslayer RP with a twist

"I do what I do because it is the right thing to do. I am a warrior, and its the way of the warrior to fight superior odds."
~Paul Watson

Name: Freya Morhen
Alias: Cledwyn
Age: 28
Gender: Female

Appearance & Physical Characteristics
Height/Weight: 5'9/ 152 lbs.
Hair Color/Style: Fiery red, regretfully it was damaged in the line of duty and thus has been cut down to a manageable 3 in.
Eye Color: It used to be a storm grey but recently touches of sanguine have begun to invaded the edges of her iris.
Distinguishing Marks: Several small scars in multiple places around her body. The only big scar is a ragged claw across her upper back, beginning on the left shoulder and ending just at the bottom of the ribcage on the right side of her body. Freya also has several tattoos, a triskele located on her left jugular, a simple dragon coiling around a sword that has impaled its head that runs down her spine, and a group of tally marks adding up to eleven all on her right bicep. All of these tattoos are a pale blue in color. Finally the "Dragons Curse" has run heavily in her veins, giving her ears a small point, teeth becoming sharper, fingernails growing suspiciously like claws, and eyes becoming more like the beasts she hunts.
Clothing/Armor Style: Freya wares simple, functional garments that, while not winning her any beauty pageants, fit well on her frame. Her usual ensemble is a pair of leather leggings, iron tipped boots, a white top usually made of cotton or wool, and a leather vest. Her armor is almost completely made from dragon materials, with iron studs holding some things together. But beyond that everything is either dragon scale, hide, or bone. (reference the picture)

Personality: Strong, proud, courageous, hot-blooded, insecure

We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.
~Jim Morrison

Abilities: Freya has a reputation as being one of the strongest dragonslayers out there, able to lift a heavyset man without too much effort and in one of her more dire times kept a dragons jaws from clamping down upon her. She is also blessed with superior senses, touch, taste, sight, and sound all heightened greatly. However cities quickly overwhelm her her and as such tends to stay away as much as possible.

Brief history: The Mohren family has been apart of Dragon Solidarity since its founding, the profession of Dragonslaying being passed down from first born to first born until little Freya came out into the world. Since the day she could hold a sword her father trained her, teaching her the trade until little Freya wasn't so little anymore and father had gotten grey in the beard. It was time to go.

Freshly turned into a young woman, she and several other young slayers joined together on a hunt, trying to bring down a dragon massive in size. In their young arrogance they thought they could cut corners, become sloppy as they closed in on the lair before all hell broke loose. They all died, one by one they were picked off before it was just Freya and the beast. To this day she doesn't remember how it exactly happened, how it scooped her up and swallowed her whole. What she does remember is cutting her way out of it. How the stomach acids stung her eyes and nose, the thud of the beasts heart as it realized something was not quite right in its gut, the iron taste blood as she nearly drowned in it, and finally the ear shattering screech as she finally spills out of the dragon and its thrashing as she breathed fresh air for the first time in minutes.

She trudged back to civilization as the dragon died in agony, her armor destroyed and her weapons broken. Freya was baptized I blood, shedding away her naivety and innocence all in one blow. From there Freya's notions of glory and fame were crushed, making way for duty and humility to reign king.

Equipment/Inventory:
Beyond her armor Freya's most prized tool is her sword, Caladbolg. Technically a two-and-a-half hand sword, able to switch freely between using one or two hands. The blade was once a mighty horn, now shaved down and forged into the tool of war it is now. The hilt is iron and has been wrapped in dragon hide, the only thing left of her original sword. Beyond this she usually carries several daggers of both iron and bone with her at all times, weapons of last resort. Finally Freya has a large, well worn leather carrier bag filled with poultices', poisons, oils, and herbs useful for her hunts.

Possible full dragon form:
An angry and terrible thing. Freya's full dragon form stands upon two legs while her wings help travel along the ground. Her scales are a deep red, offset bey accents of blue along crevasses and the multitude of spikes upon her back. The tail is slightly longer than she is and is armed with a heavy spade like tip. Finally when she unleashes her fire it comes out as a concentrated stream of heat and anger.

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Oscar Mike

"I don't envy you Doc, triage is never easy."

Name: OM-2468

Alias(s):
Oscar Mike

Age:
26

Height:
6'2

Weight:
215 lbs.

Hair Color:
Dirty Blonde, Buzz cut

Eye Color:
Right eye green and left eye pale blue, injury induced heterochromia

Race:
Human, Clone

Job Role:
S.W.O.R.D. - Recon Specialist

Physical Appearance:
Oscar Mike has fairly pale skin, more of a product of prolonged use of his combat armor than anything else. There are a multitude of scars covering his body, you name it and he's probably got it. Slashes, burns, bullets, and stabs. He even has a bite somewhere from an unrelated accident involving vodka, whiskey, and barbeque sauce. Being what he is Oscar Mike has a toned, well built body that has gotten him laid more times than once. His face is rough and angular with several scars marring its surface. The most notable is a vertical slash that begins just to the side of the right nostril and slides all the way down past the lips and stops just at the bend of the chin. The second is a rough scar that marks the scrape of a bullet just to the side of the left eye, travels along the skull and clips the top of the left ear.

Attire:
Besides the UPR-RDC Combat Armor, Oscar Mike wears basic military fatigues. The cargo pants are dark green while the simple t-shirt is a lighter, almost grey shade. All topped off with combat boots and dog tags that read "SLAG ME" instead of any identification.

Personality:
As far as everyone knows he's cool headed soldier with a knack for nicknames and keeping collected under fire. A paragon of military bravado and humble masculinity to any and all would be S.W.O.R.D. applicants. However the truth is he holds very low self esteem, thinking himself more as a product and then a person. While others worked and sacrificed for their skills he just popped out of the oven, gun in hand and pushed onto the front lines where he saw himself die hundreds upon of hundreds of times as the Brass kept putting meat into the grinder. He is damaged goods, shoved aside when his skills were no longer needed. But nobody needs to know that.

Weapons & Equipment:
UPR-AR7 Assault Rifle: A versatile weapon, effective at close and medium ranges. Ammo created through a digistruct module with a reload cooldown of about one and a quarter seconds. Attachments include a standard issue Peacekeeper scope, flashlight, and a single shot grenade launcher or "Noob Tube".

UPR-RDC Combat Armor: Standard issue Peacekeeper recon armor. Protects vital bits and doesn't restrict movement. Comes equipped with a basic heads up display, monitoring vitals, managing equipment cooldowns, basic movement radar, and quest updates. Now with 50% less combat fatigue

Stealth Generator: A cloaking device that obscures Oscar Mike from both visual and radar protection for 9 seconds, firing weapons breaks the effect.

Long Range Radio Pack: Once able to call in fiery death from above, now reduced to a basic radio. Useful nonetheless.

Ability:
I was MADE for this: Oscar Mike was created from the DNA of one of the best soldiers ever known, [CLASSIFIED]. As such he came out of the growth tube a paragon of human physical potential, along with some small adjustments. Instead of memories of scraped knees on the farmstead or nights of passion before a deployment, Oscar Mike was filled with combat tactics and how to kill a man in any given environment with anything on hand or with his hands. Fairly screwed up "childhood" in all honesty.

The long war: Expecting a much, much longer war the Peacekeepers created Oscar Mike with biological immortality. This makes him immune to the wasting effects of time and prevents his death from its passage.

Never saw it coming: A recon specialist in the war, Oscar Mike makes little to no noise when he is scoping out an area.

Broken Nerves: Oscar Mike is so emotionally damaged that he doesn't actually feel fear, something many mistakenly believe as a natural coolness under fire.

Brief History:
Once upon a time there was a war in the stars, a war so brutal and terrible that one side was grinding more bodies then they could throw at the problem. Then came along the miracle cloning. Now instead of the troublesome process of "recruiting" and "training" poor chumps to throw away, the Peacekeepers could now just push a button and BLAM a regiment of soldiers ready to go! The battle turned into the Peacekeepers favor, they were taking back lost ground and even on the edge of a win before the other guys made their own clones and everything came to a blood soaked stand still. After three more years of this a peace treaty was created and with a flick of a switch every clone made had its "just in case" cranial bomb triggered, all but one who was saved by a stray bullet an hour before. When young Oscar Mike awoke, he was all alone.

Fast forward a decade and young Oscar Mike wasn't so young anymore and in fact, didn't even exist officially. Which in the grand scheme of things, was quite all right for him. Things were looking good for Oscar Mike, he had a good house, a steady job, and food that wasn't a nutrient condensed brick. However as the saying goes, good things never last and Oscar Mike found himself tragically repeating the past.

Relationships:
Will add in time.

Dragon Sodality: A dragonslayer RP with a twist

@Absolute Grace
That would be cool, having variation is always a good thing. I just envisioned the giants and stuff as being fluff, something to do between glorious dragon battle. But again this is your baby, don't let me impose.

Dragon Sodality: A dragonslayer RP with a twist

Howdy! I have to say I'm pretty interested. Question, are dragons the only creatures we will be hunting? Things like giants, trolls, and the like. I think it would add a little more flavor but if not then I'm still game.

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@Kalas
I never got any feedback on Oscar Mike, is he accepted or do some things need to change?

~~✶~Our Brightest Stars~✶~~

@RomanAria
I don't mind if theirs two Andromedas running around.

Refuge of the Forgotten - a demigod RP (Not Percy Jackson!)

Actually I'm going to back out of this, have fun!

Guildfall: The Darkness

Now with edits.

Guildfall: The Darkness

"I don't envy you Doc, triage is never easy."

Name: OM-2468

Alias(s):
Oscar Mike

Age:
26

Height:
6'2

Weight:
215 lbs.

Hair Color:
Dirty Blonde, Buzz cut

Eye Color:
Right eye green and left eye pale blue, injury induced heterochromia

Race:
Human, Clone

Job Role:
S.W.O.R.D. - Recon Specialist

Physical Appearance:
Oscar Mike has fairly pale skin, more of a product of prolonged use of his combat armor than anything else. There are a multitude of scars covering his body, you name it and he's probably got it. Slashes, burns, bullets, and stabs. He even has a bite somewhere from an unrelated accident involving vodka, whiskey, and barbeque sauce. Being what he is Oscar Mike has a toned, well built body that has gotten him laid more times than once. His face is rough and angular with several scars marring its surface. The most notable is a vertical slash that begins just to the side of the right nostril and slides all the way down past the lips and stops just at the bend of the chin. The second is a rough scar that marks the scrape of a bullet just to the side of the left eye, travels along the skull and clips the top of the left ear.

Attire:
Besides the UPR-RDC Combat Armor, Oscar Mike wears basic military fatigues. The cargo pants are dark green while the simple t-shirt is a lighter, almost grey shade. All topped off with combat boots and dog tags that read "SLAG ME" instead of any identification.

Personality:
As far as everyone knows he's cool headed soldier with a knack for nicknames and keeping collected under fire. A paragon of military bravado and humble masculinity to any and all would be S.W.O.R.D. applicants. However the truth is he holds very low self esteem, thinking himself more as a product and then a person. While others worked and sacrificed for their skills he just popped out of the oven, gun in hand and pushed onto the front lines where he saw himself die hundreds upon of hundreds of times as the Brass kept putting meat into the grinder. He is damaged goods, shoved aside when his skills were no longer needed. But nobody needs to know that.

Weapons & Equipment:
UPR-AR7 Assault Rifle: A versatile weapon, effective at close and medium ranges. Ammo created through a digistruct module with a reload cooldown of about one and a quarter seconds. Attachments include a standard issue Peacekeeper scope, flashlight, and a single shot grenade launcher or "Noob Tube".

UPR-RDC Combat Armor: Standard issue Peacekeeper recon armor. Protects vital bits and doesn't restrict movement. Comes equipped with a basic heads up display, monitoring vitals, managing equipment cooldowns, basic movement radar, and quest updates. Now with 50% less combat fatigue

Stealth Generator: A cloaking device that obscures Oscar Mike from both visual and radar protection for 9 seconds, firing weapons breaks the effect.

Long Range Radio Pack: Once able to call in fiery death from above, now reduced to a basic radio. Useful nonetheless.

Ability:
I was MADE for this: Oscar Mike was created from the DNA of one of the best soldiers ever known, [CLASSIFIED]. As such he came out of the growth tube a paragon of human physical potential, along with some small adjustments. Instead of memories of scraped knees on the farmstead or nights of passion before a deployment, Oscar Mike was filled with combat tactics and how to kill a man in any given environment with anything on hand or with his hands. Fairly screwed up "childhood" in all honesty.

The long war: Expecting a much, much longer war the Peacekeepers created Oscar Mike with biological immortality. This makes him immune to the wasting effects of time and prevents his death from its passage.

Never saw it coming: A recon specialist in the war, Oscar Mike makes little to no noise when he is scoping out an area.

Broken Nerves: Oscar Mike is so emotionally damaged that he doesn't actually feel fear, something many mistakenly believe as a natural coolness under fire.

Brief History:
Once upon a time there was a war in the stars, a war so brutal and terrible that one side was grinding more bodies then they could throw at the problem. Then came along the miracle cloning. Now instead of the troublesome process of "recruiting" and "training" poor chumps to throw away, the Peacekeepers could now just push a button and BLAM a regiment of soldiers ready to go! The battle turned into the Peacekeepers favor, they were taking back lost ground and even on the edge of a win before the other guys made their own clones and everything came to a blood soaked stand still. After three more years of this a peace treaty was created and with a flick of a switch every clone made had its "just in case" cranial bomb triggered, all but one who was saved by a stray bullet an hour before. When young Oscar Mike awoke, he was all alone.

Fast forward a decade and young Oscar Mike wasn't so young anymore and in fact, didn't even exist officially. Which in the grand scheme of things, was quite all right for him. Things were looking good for Oscar Mike, he had a good house, a steady job, and food that wasn't a nutrient condensed brick. However as the saying goes, good things never last and Oscar Mike found himself tragically repeating the past.

Relationships:
Will add in time.

Guildfall: The Darkness

This looks super cool, color me interested.