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So you're looking for something more human-esque, correct? Or at least humanoid in shape and size? Wonderful!
I love roleplaying as robots. Such a fantastic race to write for/as. Put me down as interested!
*~*Dominic Greyjoy and Odette Swan ~ A Few Days Ago ~ Small Village*~*
The Greyjoy remained silent as he flew above Odette, the only sound aside from the rushing wind being the occasional flap of his large wings against the current. Within about fifteen minutes of flying, the small village came closer into view; giving detail to the thatch roofs, cobblestone roads, and the general hustle-bustle of people strolling by. "Ah, here we are." The Greyjoy spoke up, breaking his long silence as he came to a halt, perching in a large tree and looking down at the young girl below. "Ah, good to see you've kept up." The Owl said, not unkindly as he stared fixedly at Odette. Slowing to a stop the young blonde reached out her palm pressing lightly against the trunk of the tree that he perched in her light blue orbs gazing out village that was lain out before their very eyes, "I did not wish to slow you up in any way. So I did my best to keep pace with your beating wings." Turning her attention up to where he sat she smiled gently at him her eyes shining with excitement at the thought that this was actually happening, she was running away from her home and the man who had kept her hostage for all these years, and now right before her was a world that she had yet to explore. Tearing her gaze away from him she let herself get swept back to the beauty of the small village she had heard of but had never once seen, "It's so busy... I've never seen anything like this before, are the people always in this big a rush to get through the day?" "Oh, of course. Work to do, meals to eat, kids to play with, and not to mention getting a good night's sleep before doing it all again." The Greyjoy replied, briskly turning his head briefly to look down at the village to add emphasis. "I could never get used to it; far more enjoyed my line of work. But many people like the simple lifestyle. I, for one, think you may enjoy to see a different perspective of things." The Owl finished kindly, ruffling his feathers slightly. "I do not understand why they do not just slow down their pace a bit, will the same results not be achieved if they are taking their time while completing their tasks?" Lowering her head to look at where she was going she moved past the tree her feet taking it step by step as she made her way down to get a closer look at the village and the people that called it their home, "I've always found it fascinating, they seem so swept up in their lives... Too much so that they forget to stop and appreciate the beauty of the world they have the luxury of being able to explore..." The Owl looked at Odette curiously as she spoke, answering her first question in a rather serious manner, "Many do not have that luxury. Simply not enough time in the day, you see." "There are a few of those sorts out there. Rangers, adventurers, explorers...those who cannot, or will not conform to life in a small town. I will say, though, if this intrigues you so, I cannot wait for you to see one of the larger hold capitals." The Greyjoy replied amusedly, keeping his gaze on the young girl. Turning her head back at his words her lips parted her eyes widening in surprise a burning curiousity filling her body and causing her mind to derail itself from its original train of thought, "One moment... You are telling me that there are more villages such as this one? And that some of them are even bigger?" "Oh, yes, quite...this is one of the more smaller villages around here. Hardly a fourth the size of one of the capitals. Far more crowded there." The Owl replied with a brisk nod of his head (a strange thing to see on an owl). "Well? What are you waiting for? Immerse yourself! I'll be watching, don't worry." Greyjoy reassured, wishing he could give her a more warm expression as opposed to the stern vigilance plastered on his...beak. Biting her lower lip softly she glanced back at the village her fingers nervously playing with what was left of her gown as she listened to his words her feet only moving her forward once he had given her his encouragement for her to go and explore something she was obviously curious about, picking up the front of her dress she pushed herself further letting her feet close the gap between her and the village was lain out before them. Slowing down once she hit the path she let her eyes glide over everything around her trying to commit as much to memory as she could while doing her best to stay out of the way of those moving about in their day to day lives, catching sight of something out of the corner of her eye she turned to move towards it before the beautiful smell of sweet bread baking in the oven wafted towards her pulling her body in the complete opposite direction her stomach growling at the thought of food. The Greyjoy, true to his word, kept a close eye on the young girl as she made her way through the small town; flying from perch to perch in order to keep vigil on her position. 'Wait...' The Owl began, thinking to himself, 'She has no concept of money...or...buying things. Oh no...' Flying closer, the Owl was prepared to cause a distraction at any moment should the naive young girl try to unwittingly steal something, namely bread. Her eyes widened as she came to a stop in front of the large glass windows her light blue eyes flicking back and forth over the baked goods that were set out on show for patrons to peruse and buy, lifting her hands up she began to play with the ends of her hair before she moved towards the door her eyes closing as she took in the wonderful smell her stomach muscles tensing as she was teased by the goods that she wasn't sure whether she was able to take or not, "Can... Can I have one of those? Are people able to take them?" "Unfortunately not...I neglected to inform you of what is called an economy. Basically, the citizens buy items such as food, clothes, and the like with money...currency. Then, they make more money either by working, or by selling other belongings. That way the towns can remain stable." The Owl explained thoughtfully, trying (and failing) to dumb down the information. Furrowing her brows she looked back towards the bread that was in the small bakery her hand pressing against her stomach to muffle the sounds of her hunger while she tried to process the new information that he had just offered her, "But I don't understand... Why do they not just share with others what they have? Would that not be more productive than this concept of using this money you speak of?" "Such a concept would damage the economical system, you see. Allow me to explain...the citizens pay taxes to the king, or the noble who lords over the town, or village. These taxes help support the bigger kingdom, which allows it in turn to provide for all its lands. The towns make individual money through shops, which allows it to then use that money to purchase goods for their stocks. The citizens make money by working, which then allows them to not only help support the larger kingdom, but also spend the money buying goods from the merchant, which helps the business trade. It's a long, complicated process that works, quite well." The Owl replied. Lowering her gaze she stepped back watching as people moved in and out of the building barely paying any mind to her other than the occasional few who shot her strange looks due to her conversing with the owl above, "This world is just so strange..." "It is, but you'll get used to it, I think. Tell you what: you want a bit of bread?" The Greyjoy asked with a slightly sly look in his large eyes. Hesitating a few moments as she thought through his question she glanced down at her stomach the muscles tensed in her hunger before she let her gaze flick back over her shoulder at where the bread was, "I would like some... If it was possible for me to be able to get some. However if the world works the way you say it does, and I am unable to take any for myself, then there is no use in letting my mind dwell on the matter..." "Hm...as you say." The Greyjoy commented, his tone hinting that it indeed was not as she said. Suddenly and without warning, the Owl then dove into the bakery, making an incredible commotion with screeches, wings flapping, crashing into various objects, and evacuating nearly the entire bakery as the owner tried inevitably to attack the bird with a large wooden spatula. The Greyjoy finally flew out of the bakery, holding a large loaf of bread in his feet. "Breakfast!" He declared before quite literally dropping the bread in hopes that Odette would catch it. Turning around as soon as she saw him diving she watched on as he flew about causing everyone in the bakery to fall into a panic running about in order to get away while the owner chased him around swinging a large wooden spatula close behind him, pulling back as he came flying out the door her arms reaching out to catch the bread in her hands as she continued to follow him with her awe in her eyes, "Thank you!" Hearing angered yells hitting her ears from behind she held onto the bread tightly her feet moving to quickly push her away from the area her long blonde waves bouncing on her back with every step she took, "Does this always happen when one takes something they should not?" "Like you wouldn't believe." The Greyjoy replied as he soared above Odette, sounding as amused as a child seeing a magic trick for the first time. "I'm not much of a public menace, but I think I've increased that poor baker's chances of a heart attack tenfold." He added with a small chuckle. Glancing back over her shoulder she couldn't help the smile that crossed over her lips at the sight of the baker who had been chasing them giving up before shaking his hands in the air out of pure frustration, "People seem to be so angry now... I think all they really need it some fun and their days might be a little more enjoyable." Slowing to a stop as she felt her lungs begin to burn from all the running she had been doing she hunched over her back pressing against a nearby tree and her chest heaving up and down in an attempt to bring air once more back to her, "Do you know where I might need to head to get to the Pride Lands? I wish to get there as quick as I can... Preferably before the moon leaves the world above allowing for the dawn of tomorrow to appear in the sky." "I do not know the way specifically, myself...my work, while adventurous, did not take me that far. However, it's quite easy to find a map around here, somewhere that will tell you which way to go. Your best way may be to fly..." The Owl finished, looking quite thoughtful as he spoke. Standing up a little taller she pressed her back against the tree trunk her hands lifting the bread up so that she could nibble on it as she listened to him speak swallowing what she had in her mouth before she spoke up, "But... If I fly, then how is he to know that it is me? He does not understand animals that I know of, I shall not be able to converse with him..." Lowering her hands slowly she stared at the bread her smile fading from her lips as she fell silent for a few moments, "He has seen me as a swan only once before, how do I know that if I show up in such a form that I will even be taken in a serious manner. I might not even be able to see him in that form..." "We've got at least a few days flight to figure something out, don't worry. But for now, we're still not far enough from Rothbart, so we need to move, soon. We can make the occasional pit stop at other towns across the way, but I need to get us a map and we need to fly." The Owl replied staunchly, looking out towards the horizon. Nodding her head she pushed herself away from the tree her eyes lifting to gaze at him showing him that she understood what he was saying and that she was willing to go with whatever it was he had in mind as long as it got her away from Rothbart's terror, "Okay, I trust you." Smiling brightly she once more lifted the bread her mind turning to satisfying the hunger that her stomach continued to allert her to as she began to move again putting even more space between them and the village, "Lead the way Dominic, and I shall follow."
Dragons were always described as having just naturally strong hides, except for their underbelly. Now, being dragon lords, it is entirely possible to say magic could come into play. I'm not saying it's a bad idea you've got. Just that it's a little confusing/tough to keep up with.
That seems like it might be a tad bit confusing. I assumed dragons just hoarded because it was in their vary nature to conquer and to amass treasures. Kinda like how Dwarves in LOTR had a natural greed and affinity towards valuables.
I'm sorry guys, but I'm gonna be withdrawing from this roleplay. Alecar really hasn't done anything, so feel free to kill him off as you will. I wish you guys the best of luck!
Nightmares - INACTIVE -- Name: Kincaid 'Cade' Washington Age: 30 Gender: Male Appearance:
Former Occupation: Formerly a bodyguard of the Sundowner organization. Mode of Operation: Gunslinger History: Before entering the Nightmare Protocol, Kincaid Washington functioned as a regular member of society in the United Front. Though not directly a soldier or security officer, he served as part of a powerful and well-known bodyguard and bounty hunter organization known only as Sundowner. The organization was famously known for frequently assisting with the local government/law enforcement, even occasionally branching off towards vigilantism. As such, being a member was by no means shameful, and Cade was considered an honorary officer for his work there. Despite the reputation his job was given, Cade tried to keep a low-profile, and simply did the jobs he was paid for; only occasionally going out of his way. This career gave Cade a semi-prosperous, if slightly unstable life to enjoy. However, when the Faithful began using "The Word" against United Front cities, drastic measures had to be taken. Sundowner was temporarily integrated into the military, and the Nightmare Protocol was enacted as a countermeasure to the Faithful's immense power. Now without a job, running out of money, and the fear that his entire nation would be destroyed: Cade signed up, undergoing surgery to become something better. Loadout: Cade carries a light loadout to minimize weight while maximizing effectiveness. His typical mission loadout consists of four high-grade pistols that come with detachable silencers for discreet killings, hairpin triggers, and extra ammo hidden on his person. Along with these are a large amount of throwing knives, a grappling gun, and a combat knife.
*~*Morgana and The Sorcerer ~ Present Day ~ Beach Shore*~*
Morning had started turning into day as the sun rose higher into the sky, basking all beneath it in its refulgent warmth. It was during this time that the forest seemed most alive, as squirrels, birds, insects, and other woodland creatures went about their daily routines. Not far from the forest's edge, a quarter mile at most, was a long beach that stretched on as far as the eye could see. Dotted with rocks large enough for one to sit on, many of the Fairy Tale World's inhabitants would come here whenever they wished to get away....that was, until the Dark Queen's takeover. Sitting atop one of the aforementioned rocks was the Sorcerer, his boots planted only a foot away from the water's edge as the waves caused the sea to reach out, trying futilely to lap up at his feet, only to recede back and start all over again. Gloved hands neatly folded in his lap, the Sorcerer simply looked out past the water's edge, the seemingly endless sea reflecting with glorious light, what little remained of the dark from the night before painting the sky's edge in a brilliant purple and blue, retreating from the vigil of the Day. It was during this time that the Sorcerer felt he could think the clearest, surrounded by serenity and peace; untouched by Morgana's foul touches. Thinking of the Queen sent a sharp pang of guilt through the Sorcerer's heart. There was a time, many years ago, when she was younger--different. Little more than a child forced into growing up far before she was due. Friendly, curious, and always willing to speak to him when he went under the name of Merlin. Where had he gone wrong.....? *~*~* Mind wandering back to a time before, the Sorcerer found himself back in Camelot, in the large castle of the Good King Uther, a stern but well-meaning man who kept Merlin in his service for advice on manners of magic, as well as a tutor for his son, Arthur. Currently hidden away in the tower that functioned as a bedroom, study, and classroom all in one, Merlin was currently hunched over an aged wooden table, scrawling on a blank piece of parchment. The words he wrote were far from English, some ancient language in which he was most likely the only one able to translate. Feeling the fresh air blow in through his small window, Merlin leaned back in his chair, which creaked from the shifted weight as he breathed in the smell of nature. Biting down on her lower lip softly she hesitated, raising her hand to knock politely against the wooden door being sure to gain his attention before she stepped into the room, her dark brown orbs slowly gliding over everything and anything she could see before coming to a rest on the man she had grown to care for over the time she had been in the Kings care, "Forgive me the intrusion... You said to come to you if it ever happened again..." Turning in his seat to look behind him as he heard the knock on the door, Merlin carefully returned his quill to its inkpot before rising up from his chair, taking a moment to dust off his robes of faded yellow as he saw the young girl standing in the doorway, looking quite frankly perturbed. Lowering her gaze to the desk she brought her hands together in front of her, nervously playing with the front of her gown as she explained, "The nightmares... They have come back. I couldn't sleep at all last night..." Merlin nodded understandingly, the light from the window just managing to catch a glimpse of at least part of the face beneath the hood, a square jaw blanketed by a thin, neatly trimmed beard of brown-and-gray that didn't reach past his chin. "I see, yes...come, have a seat. I'll prepare you some tea." Merlin offered kindly, closing the door with a mere wave of his hand before attending to an elevated teapot over the still-crackling fire in the hearth. Lifting her head to look over at him, she followed his gaze nodding softly as she moved out of the middle of the entrance and over to the table, her hands sliding down the back of her legs holding her gown against her as she took a seat, the young girl staying silent as she watched him use his magic, something she knew she couldn't do while in these castle walls. Conjuring two small teacups (complete with the sewn tea bags) on the table that functioned as a dining table, Merlin procured the teapot from the hearth and poured the boiling water into both cups before motioning towards the one closest to Morgana. Taking a seat opposite the one offered to her, Merlin wasted no time asking, "What was last night's dream about? If you don't mind my asking, my dear." Reaching out she took the cup offered to her in both hands, her eyes saddening as she lowered her gaze to the liquid within, her thumb gently sliding back and forth over the outside savoring the warmth it was giving her hands, "My mother..." Her lower lip trembled slightly as she forced herself to think back to the nightmare that had plagued her, "The feeling of water rushing into my lungs... It burned so much... I couldn't do anything." Her arm raised, her hand gently pressing against her neck as she began to rub trying to rid herself of the feeling it had given her. "I was so scared I was going to die..." Placing her untouched cup back onto the table she lowered her hands to her lap falling silent. Merlin listened patiently, occasionally taking a sip from his own cup as he let her explain what had kept her up all night. Allowing a few moments to think of what to speak, Merlin let out a small sigh before beginning in a calm, sympathetic tone, "Trauma is a terrible thing...it can plague people for the rest of their lives. But here is what I want you to do...the next time you have this nightmare, the next time you feel the memory crawling into your mind...I want you to play it out, the entire scene. Accept what happened to you, don't fear what might have been. You survived, and here you sit, a beautiful, intelligent girl who, I think...has an incredibly bright future." Merlin advised kindly, what little of his face that could be seen beneath his hood apparently smiling to emphasize his words. Closing her eyes she shook her head, her brows furrowing in slight worry at his words, she didn't want to let it play out, she didn't want to remember what had happened to her, all she wanted to do was forget, "I do not think that is something I can do... I just want to forget it all, I am tired, I cannot keep going with this haunting me..." Standing up she wrapped her arms around her body, her feet moving herself over to the window so that she could look out upon Camelot, a worried look on her face, "I cannot do what is needed of me if I do not rid myself of this..." Her last words were hushed, spoken mostly to herself though she knew he would take it as meaning her fulfilling her duties as the Kings ward. "My lady..." Merlin began, rising from his own seat to approach her. "Memories are what define us, they're what make us all so unique. Answer me this: can you truly cherish the good memories, if there were no bad memories?" "Well, no... But-..." Turning around to face him she lifted her gaze matching his, "This is not just a mere bad memory. I do not think it would affect those that are good if it was just gone, taken away from my mind... Can you do that for me..?" Merlin seemed to stiffen slightly as she requested him to take away her memory, to make her forget. It was within the bounds of his power, yes, but...such a power, used so freely... "No...no, I cannot. I'm sorry, my dear." Merlin replied in a heavy tone, turning his gaze to look into her eyes. "Allow me to share a story with you." Merlin requested, his gaze turning towards the small table once more, mentally urging her to sit down once again. Her heart sunk in her chest as his answer hit her ears weighing down upon her, she knew it wasn't because he couldn't help her, but more towards the fact that he didn't wish to remove her past from her. Following his gaze to the table she gave a single nod of understanding, moving back over to her seat she sat back down her hands in her lap and her eyes never leaving the table. Sitting down opposite her once again, Merlin began to retell his story, gauging her as he spoke for any reaction, "When I was a young man, before I came to Camelot, back when I was merely an apprentice...I met this woman. She was incredibly beautiful, and possessed a keen intelligence that could baffle many scholars. There was only one problem between this woman and myself...she was a practitioner of the Dark Arts, a wielder of forbidden magic that could most likely have ended with her being executed should she have been caught. Her and I were in conflict for much time, seeming to always run into each other no matter where I was sent. Little did I know that Fate had a bigger hold in our relationship than I had previously thought. I was young, pompous, and arrogant, so easily condemning her actions, her practice of perverted magic, that I could hardly see past the large mountain I had set myself upon. One thing I had not expected, however, is that, as time passed....we would fall in love." He stopped for a brief moment to take another drink of his tea and clear his throat before continuing, still having not reached the point of his message. Her heart froze in her chest, her jaw clenching for but a moment as she heard him speak of the particular artform she had been studying under her mistresses guidance in secret, the woman giving her all the skills and knowledge she would need for when she took her place as Queen of Darkness, something she couldn't lay whisper of, especially in the company of a sorcerer such as he. She had a job to be done within the walls of Camelot, and if he had ever caught wind of her true intentions she would most likely be sent to a fate worse than the death. "She felt this as well. And it was only a few months after we had both realized these feelings when we wed in a private ceremony, in the middle of the woods, beneath the most enchanting tree you could ever imagine. Our relationship was kept a secret from everyone...who could I trust with such a revelation that I was consorting with a witch? Within the first year of our marriage, she found out she was pregnant with my child. I was elated! I would finally be a father, to hold, to love, and to cherish a child I could call my own. She shared in my jubilee, and from that day forward we would mark off every week, every month until the day would come for us to welcome our little one into the world. She was in her third trimester and we were both incredibly anxious, I told her to wait for me by our tree where I would determine our child's gender for the first time. Then....when I went to meet her, she wasn't there. Perturbed, I looked everywhere she could have been, every hideout she used in the Wilds, any nearby towns or settlements. Nowhere. Even worse....I could no longer sense her with my magic, her aura...it had disappeared. My wife had vanished, without even closure to grant me knowledge of her fate. I was left alone...from that day forth, I spent the next few centuries journeying from realm to realm in search of her. Deep within my heart I knew I would not find her, that she was gone. But I continued my search with a heavy heart, and my hopes constantly dashed as my searches led me nowhere. Eventually I gave up, my memory haunted by memories of her...of the child I would never know, never hold." Letting out a deep sigh as he finished his tale, visibly saddened by letting the memories flood to the surface. Merlin looked down at the ground, as if recovering himself before looking back up at Morgana, speaking again, "I have never taken on another wife of my own in the time since then, nor have I sired any other children. My heart is too heavy for that. And yet...past all the pain, all the...the bad memories. There is a shining gem, a remembrance of the good times that we had. I may never know what happened to my wife, my Moira. But I can honor her memory, as she would have wanted. The point I'm trying to reach is that: your life is a collection of good and bad memories, times of great celebration, and times of mourning. Love and hate, birth and death, life, and loss...one can not live unless they have experienced both hardship and peace. You are strong, Lady Morgana...and you will get through this. I simply want to ask you: where would you be without the bad memories?" She lowered her gaze slightly, her muscles still tense as she allowed herself to sit upon his words, contemplating them and thinking hard before she spoke her answer, still quite unsure of herself as she let honesty ring out within her words, "I do not know... But I can say with certainty that I would not be sitting here today in your company had passed events not happened to me as they had..." Reaching out she let her fingers play gently with the folds of her gown, her legs crossing as she thought about how best to word her question towards him, "I understand now why you wish for me to keep the memories that my mind holds, how you do not wish to tamper with my past, however... Is there nothing you can do? Nothing at all that would allow me peace throughout the night? I would hate to disappoint through lack of sleep, my duties are of course, of great importance..." Merlin, seeming to have the cloud of pain that hung over him dissipate as quickly as it arrived, nodded slowly. "Yes, yes, I believe I have just the thing." Standing up from his seat once again, Merlin attended to the long shelves nailed to one of the stone walls, groaning with the added weight of numerous potions, salves, poultices, and alchemical ingredients; some local and identifiable, some looking as though they were completely and utterly unnatural. "Ah, here we are." Merlin mumbled to himself amidst other things whilst looking through the shelves. Procuring a small bottle filled with a bright purple liquid from the stores of potions, Merlin returned to the table, gently placing it in front of Morgana. "Here, this is a mixed extract containing the petals of a very rare flower known only to bloom during a full moon, whilst it is harmed by direct sunlight. Pour this extract in a cup of tea or water before going to bed each night, it should calm you down and give you a restful night's sleep. Don't drink it straight from the bottle or use anymore than a few drops. I hope it helps you with your plight." Merlin explained, finishing with another warm smile beneath his hood. Biting the inside of her lip she stared at the potion that he had placed on the table before her, the bright purple liquid catching her eye curiously as she listened to his explanation on how to use it correctly. Nodding she reached out taking it in her hand, her body raising from the chair as she nodded repeating his instructions so that he knew that she had indeed been listening to him, "Do not drink from the bottle, nor use more than but a few drops. Take with either water or tea just before I retire for the night... I understand." "Good. And if you have anymore nightmares, Lady Morgana...know that there's always time to talk if you so wish." Merlin assured her kindly. Forcing a gently smile to her lips she moved around the table heading back towards the way she had come, reaching for the handle she hesitated a moment before gazing back over her shoulders at him, her eyes full of worry though that had nothing to do with her night terrors, "Thank you... Emeris..." Opening the door quickly she slipped back into the corridor, her footsteps slowly getting further and further away with each step she took through the castles halls. Watching her as she left, Merlin's gaze shifted as he heard her footsteps echoing down the corridor, his mouth twitching as he magically closed the door once more, making sure to lock it for good measure. Returning to his desk, Merlin pondered on her last sentence...using his name. The only way she could have known it would have been if a Cleric had somehow entered Camelot. If that were the case, Merlin knew he would have to figure out a solution before King Uther's wrath fell upon him. Unable to focus on writing manuscripts, Merlin once again rose from his seat to his window, looking out over the sprawling city with a searching eye. *~*~* Returning to reality once again, the Sorcerer remembered the meeting between himself and Morgana as though it had happened only five minutes ago. How close had she been to her fall, then; her descent into darkness? Before he could contemplate further on this thought, however, another one, more terrifying struck him...she had used his name. The name the Clerics had known him as: Emeris. Back then all he could think about were Clerics wandering Camelot, never had he stopped and pondered how she knew his name, specifically. That could only mean one thing: she had known who he was from the start. Especially perturbed by this sudden revelation, the Sorcerer suddenly felt very uncomfortable, as if he were being watched. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore providing him no more comfort. He stood from the rock he had been sitting on, looking around everywhere in case someone was watching...stalking. Slowly relaxing as he tethered his mind back to the real, the Sorcerer made his way back to his cave. He needed to see how events were transpiring on Earth....
Will have a revised second character up by tonight. Cheshire bored me...I've something more interesting in mind for the fourth Guardian.
Name: Dominic Greyjoy Other Names: The Greyjoy, The Owl, Screecher, Devil Age: 38 Occupation: Former Duelist, Dark Mage Hunter, currently works as an archivist. Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (Age 25): Dominic Greyjoy - Past Appearance - Today (Age 38): Domninic Greyjoy - Present: Human Form Appearance - Owl Form: The Greyjoy Size: In owl form, Greyjoy is nearly 30 inches in length, with a 5-foot wingspan. In human form, Dominic stands at about 6 feet in height. Wardrobe Style: In both the Fairy Tale World and Earth, Dominic is notorious for his strange taste in clothing. He opts to wear a frock coat of varying colors, patterns and materials over a waistcoat and dress shirt (with similar odd coloring/patterns), trousers, and beat up black or brown leather shoes. During more formal occasions, however, Dominic opts to wear varieties of his normal outfits, but chooses to use items made of much better quality and color than his regular everyday clothes, as well as usually keeping a cravat in his collar. Accessory-wise, Dominic wears three wristwatches on his left wrist, a pocketwatch and chain in his waistcoat, and his Guardian amulet hidden under his shirt. Personality Traits: A truehearted, brave, and courageous man, Dominic displays many characteristics befitting a leader. Known for his staunch demeanor and indomitable will, Dominic shows extraordinary fearlessness in the face of battle or adversity, his own boldness usually enough to bolster those around him. Dominic exhibits an air of casual elegance and aristocratic beauty that seems to attract many people, this trait bolstered by his sharp mind and well-read eloquence. Despite coming from wealth, Dominic lacks the usual snobbish nature and pompous demeanor that comes with it, and regularly associates with those considered to be "lower-class" individuals, where he is notable for his welcoming, affable personality, and lack of prejudice. With these positive traits come flaws as well, however. Dominic, despite being a man of pure soul, is not always known for his right-minded thinking. He is notorious for his explosive temper when angered, a thrill-seeking recklessness and impulsiveness that lacks long-term thinking, occasional bouts of self-righteousness, and a notion of viciousness towards those he views with ill-will, even if such individuals earned his ire unjustifiably. Nevertheless, in the end, Dominic is a good man who seeks to do what is right, even if his viewpoint of right does not coincide with others. Magical Skills: Much like the Serpent King, Jafar, Dominic can feel the touch of magic, though requires a tool (in his case, a wand) to utilize that magic. Training as a duelist, Dominic wields his wand much like a fencer would wield a foil, and specializes in offensive use of his wand. To this end, he can disarm opponents, project bolts of damaging energy, alter the state, form, or appearance of an object, conjure a variety of items, cast a charm on most items/people (though not to the extent of more powerful sorcerers), and utilize curses and other more lethal spells, as well as granting the ability to deflect/redirect most offensive spells thrown at him (dependent on the individual strength of the enemy). However, Dominic is next to powerless without his wand, and as such keeps it with him constantly, almost never leaving it out of sight. When trapped in owl form, however, Greyjoy was gifted by the Sorcerer the ability to see in 360 degrees, as well as instill fear into all who hear his call, only those wielding strong-will able to resist. Other Skills: Receiving advanced education from a young age, Dominic is a well-learned individual with knowledge in a variety of subjects, ranging from advanced history and literature to basic first aid and animal care. A quick learner, Dominic would often spend time in his family's library reading up on old lore to further expand his intellect to a point where some would even call him an honorary scholar. Dominic was trained in the ways of the sword to help him wield his wand better, and as such exhibits various postures, stances, and movements that mimic that of a swordmaster; making it very difficult to knock him down or break past his defenses. Branching off from this, Dominic is also a capable hand-to-hand combatant, using his wiry strength and surprise attacks to deal with opponents when magic is no longer an option. Dominic is an observant man, stemming from his martial training, and as such can quickly point out any flaws or notable details regarding both people and the environment around him. Dominic is a charismatic and eloquent man with a grammarian's vocabulary and a penchant for poetry. As such he can often be found reading or writing during his spare time, as well as holding great conversation with those who seek it. Lastly, Dominic seems to have an interest in music, and can play the violin with great skill. Biography (Before Earth): Not much is known about Dominic's early and adolescent life, as he does not speak much of it aside from generalities. However, it is known that he had an enjoyable childhood, and that his family was quite wealthy. Notable for having strong ties with magic, it was no surprise when Dominic was found he could, too, feel the Gift. It was during close examination by one of his distant relatives, however, where it was found Dominic could use magic, but was not connected enough to wield it without the aid of a magical tool. As such, he was promptly trained in the use of a wand to act as a conduit for his spells. Excelling in his studies, Dominic applied martial arts to how he wielded his wand, treating it as though it were a short blade that could cast spells. His family took great pride in this, though grew nervous as Dominic seemed to drift from continuing the family business as advisors and counselors for nobles and monarchies, (which is how they gained their vast wealth). Indeed, as Dominic came closer to becoming of age, he began to lose interest in continuing on the family name, and decided he would rather explore caverns and crypts for anything of magical value. His family promptly cut off monetary support for their son, promising they would only accept him back once he “came to his senses”. Alone, penniless, and angry, Dominic turned into something of a wanderer and spelunker, traveling to inns and taverns seeking out any rumors relating to ancient tombs and catacombs. As such, he slowly but surely returned to wealth by selling various artifacts, weapons, and tomes he found within such crypts; independent of his family for all but name alone. It was during one of these spelunkings when Dominic ran into a small group of battle-mages who called themselves The Vigilants, hunters of Dark Magic and Witchcraft. Working together, Dominic and The Vigilants both were impressed by the other’s skills, and it wasn’t long before The Vigilants offered Dominic a position amongst their ranks, noting his skill in dueling and magic. Dominic heartily accepted, and soon began wandering the Fairy Tale World as a Vigilant, tracking down Dark Wizards/Witches and bringing them to justice or executing them. This led to what would have been one of the most harrowing experiences in Dominic’s life. After having been part of the group for a number of years, Dominic and his colleagues caught wind of a vile sorcerer by the name of Rohbart who had been slowly but surely rising in power, threatening to take the kingdom he so lusted for by force. Leading a strike team to invade the warlock’s castle, Dominic and his crew thought they would be ready, that they would face a powerful sorcerer alone…what they didn’t expect was to see a great flying beast emerge from the sky, emitting a roar that scattered the Vigilants before overpowering them. Killing all but Dominic, who was left injured, Rothbart decided not to kill him, too content in his own victory. As such, he simply transformed the duelist into a great horned owl, only allowed to retake human form every full moon, before sending him on his way. Dominic, trapped in his new flying form, sought out the Sorcerer, Yen Sid; who was said to have no limits to his vast power. After days of tiresome searching, Dominic eventually found the Sorcerer’s cave, and begged him for help. The Sorcerer, able to hear Dominic’s words through telepathy, sadly informed the owl he was unable to break his curse, as he did not wield Dark Magic, and could not claim lordship over any curse cast by another sorcerer. However, not all was lost, as the Sorcerer could grant Dominic powers to utilize while in his owl form, granting him an advantage over others. Dominic spent the next part of his life simply traveling, enjoying the freedom his new form gave him whilst craving for life as a human again. When he was around the age of 25, he received a message from Yen Sid requesting his help in dealing with the Dark Queen Maleficent, who had begun tyranny over the Fairy Tale World. Named one of the Four Guardians and gifted with an amulet that allowed him to travel between worlds at will, Dominic was sent with the children to Earth, to watch over them. Biography (Life On Earth): Waking up in the middle of the woods, Dominic needed to only take a few seconds to get used to his surroundings before realizing that he was human once again. Elated, Dominic was in absolute glee to be free from his Curse, at least in this world. As such, he spent the first few days of his time on Earth getting used to how the people there lived, their culture and societies. Now, thirteen years later, Dominic is an archivist working for a history museum, now taking a "vacation" to Lake Tahoe where he can watch over the Children who had begun to congregate, knowing that their time to return was nearing. Other: Dominic speaks with a slight hint of a Scottish accent in tone, though it is not very obvious. Music Gallery: (To be added)
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