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The Crescent Academy

"Where I come from, the two are the same. But lead, I will follow. I can come back here another time."
They left the tower and the human remarked on their relative life spans. Nyame was quiet for a moment, then responded. "Sixty years would be remarkably old for my people."

A dog show, but for dragons?

Kind of a weird idea I had, I'm going to be editing this first post for more detail, but I wanted to,have a line out for interest in the mean time.

So this takes place in vaguely medieval earth(very fantasized and romanticized) but in this world, people raise and keep dragons. For a long time, only the rich could afford it, because you'd need stone stables to keep them in. But very recently, a Chinese entrepreneur started building low rent public stables, at once making a killing and ensuring that the world of dragon breeding was very suddenly open to the less wealthy public. This will be the first of the annual dragon shows to occur after this change, and it is shaping up to be exponentially bigger than all of the last!

For almost a century, Britain has held an annual show where dragon breeders the world over can come and show off their pedigrees. It is a competition that is ruled by wealth, and staged at the great stone fortress called the Crosbhóthair de Dragons. It is a citadel that takes up the entirety of a man made island east of Britain. It has a massive courtyard in the center, which is the main staging area for terrestrial shows, and is surrounded by plentiful sea and sky for aerial and aquatic shows.

Dragon species are absurdly numerous, but for the purposes of the show they are classed by environment, and then by size. The three main classes are Terrestrial(land based. Do not fly or swim), Aerial(flying) and Aquatic(swimming). They are then classed one through ten, depending on size.

So your standard European dragon



Is about the size of an elephant and would be classed Aerial 7.

There are many different events in the show.
Beauty contests
Races(in all three environments)
Jousts
Feats of strength

One of the main ideas behind this RP is the fact that pretty much every culture worldwide has their own dragon myths. To this end, we will be largely forgoing historical accuracy. Civilizations that don't actually overlap in real world history may both actually exist in this world. Like I said, it's a romanticized fantasy.
That being said, I do think anyone creating a character should try to be culturally sensitive. I think I can trust most people not to make racist caricatures.

The Crescent Academy

"We know this one too," Nyame indicated the one Bryce had called Ursa Major. "It's The Beast. When it is strong, my people take special care on the hunt. But we Star Callers can use it to strengthen one's limbs, or call lesser animals. Many other things too."

Brimstone

I may be interested.

The Crescent Academy

"It is important for magic, but it is not enchanted," Nyame explained of his staff.

The three went up some stairs to a tower, an architectural formation that Nyame was fairly unfamiliar with. The room was filled with things he couldn't identify, but Asthia said that they had something to do with stars. He examined the thin sheafs and discovered that the symbols and formations were indeed familiar to him. Or, most of them.

"There are star signs I know, and some I do not. This one," he pointed to the paper, "We call the Mother. But they have added stars to her. This star I know, it doesn't belong in the sign. This one, I've never seen."

Teen Titans: Rising Tide

Feel free to control Tank in the fight, Rumi.

Some things to remember: He does favor a vicious fighting style, taking more advantage of his strength than anything else. But, he isn't a completely artless fighter. He's army trained, and knows how to fight hand to hand.

Teen Titans: Rising Tide

Little Brother was running full tilt down the road, wishing he had a better way of getting around. He heard Frostbite come in on the radio and responded, "Vent the lab and put out the fire. See to those left.

"Anchor, we're going to need you to help with Tank."

Meanwhile, Tank stood up to his full height, having to rip the top off of the news van to do so. He threw the ragged junk of metal at Kira as Torch jumps out of the top. Torch jumped forward, and ignited his hands, thrusting them at the front surface of the Turtle. The ceramic plating dispersed the heat, making Torch's attacks ineffective.

Little Brother was nearly close enough now, and as he approached he unsnapped his cloak, and pulled one of the wire spools from his belt. He attached the clip-end of the wire to the cloak, and threw it at Torch. The cloak covered him, and then Little Brother threw the spool after it. The weight of the spool made the wire spin in a circle around Torch, wrapping him tightly in the cloak. Little Brother struck him a fraction of a second later, striking the vague covered shape of Torch's head with his elbow. Torch fell hard, and while he was on the ground, Little Brother grabbed the wire and pulled it even tighter around him, slamming his foot on Torch's chest. Torch tried to burn out, but the cloak smothered his flames before they could grow intense enough to burn through it.

The Crescent Academy

His ears perked up happily at the compliment, "Thank you, it is a point of pride for us." He hesitated a moment, but took her hand. It was a gesture he had seen, though he wasn't sure why it was done. Perhaps they felt something in each other's hands.

"I would join you in exploring, I'm sure there will be no trouble. No further trouble, I should say." He walked to the last bed. It was about two feet off center of one of the few windows, so he pushed it across the floor so that the stars would shine on him as he slept. He lay his staff in the bed, the light coming through the windows played on the crystal at the top, throwing star signs across the room.

"The stars are out, there's no better time for exploring. Let us go."

Avatar: A Legend Reborn

Hold on, in this AU Lu Ten didn't die? But then Iroh would have been made the Fire Lord, not Ozai. The only reason Ozai overtook his older brother was through manipulation following his son's death.

Teen Titans: Rising Tide

"There's trouble outside," Little Brother yelled into his comm in the confusion. Kira, he saw, was already on her way out there with incapacitated criminals. "Kira, assist," he called to her, though she was already working on it.

~~~

It was a lack of communication between the Titans that allowed a villain to slip away. As Kira was trying to track the one responsible for the dust, Frost Bite was making it all but impossible by sucking as much of it as he could away, rendering the Turtle's spectral analysis useless with no trail remaining to the origin of the powder. As civilians(and a few police as well) fled the area to avoid the gas attack, it was most likely that the one responsible was somewhere among the rushing throng.

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As a fireball hurtled toward one of the thugs, Torch ignored the impending third degree burns and disfigurement of his comrade, but did finally stop with his burning of the wall. The circle he burned was nearly complete now, and he seemed satisfied with it as he finally faced Vaeros. He spread his arms at the hero, fire spreading across his armspan like wings, smoke emanating heavily from him. "Alright, birdy. Let's burn this motherfucker down." He pointed his hands instead at Sin, releasing a torrent of fire at her.

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As smoke filled the room, Tank took a small glance toward the easternmost wall, and grunted to himself as he looked back at Anchor, in the midst of his rush. He rolled his eyes at the artless charge, and took a small step to the side, grabbing Anchor's shoulder and arm as he approached and using his own momentum to swing him around in a circle and throw him back across the room again. With Anchor out of the way momentarily, he started towards Torch.

Little Brother saw this and called to Silk Worm, "Intercept!" as he himself was charging. He approached from the rear and right side, ready to swing his staff, but Tank swung a heavy arm across Little Bro's path. Billy brought his arms up to absorb the blow with his suit's elbow armor, but it still knocked him back across the room, where he landed awkwardly on his side, and slid rolled and skidded through the broken glass and out the window. He swirled in midair and launched his grappling line back into the room to re-enter the battle.

Silk stood at a distance, and her braided rope struck forward like a snack, wrapping around Tank's leg. Her power extended into his pants, which constricted and worked desperately to stop his movement. The constriction slowed him to a crawl, but only for a moment as he turned and gave Silk the exact same treatment as Anchor: he grabbed the rope and yanked hard on it. Silk was pulled to the ground and dragged across it for a few feet, and as she lost her concentration, Tank continued through the thickening smoke from Vaeros and Torch's fight, now at a sprint that shook the building. At full speed, he struck the circle of molten brick and burnt plaster that Torch had created, and it fell out with a grinding noise and dropped twenty feet into the alley below, followed shortly by Tank himself. He raised a hand to his mouth and whistled loudly through it as he walked toward the news van that was parked in the alley. He got into the driver's seat as Torch leaped backwards out of the hole as well. Torch was forced to jump through the window of the car, landing in Tank's lap as the man behind the wheel reversed out and started driving away down the street.

Little Brother leaped out of the hole immediately after, gliding into the wall as he blinked and coughed the smoke out of him.

"Kira," cough, "The news van. It's," cough, "A getaway car." Cough, "Stop it!"