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Wings of Fire: Distant Storms

Hemlock hadn't really meant to stare, but his gaze seemed to catch the attention of the black dragon. He could now see that her scales actually leaned towards the blue side of black once she got closer. Neat. The only black he ever saw on dragons was the occasional Hivewings he saw flitting about the jungle. He was used to green which there was very little of here aside from his own tribe. If he could even consider them that.

"Faring as well as we can be," Juniper smiled thinly at the larger dragon. "Oh, that would be wonderful, thank you," she reached out to take the offered water, passing it to Hemlock first before taking some for herself. "I'm Juniper by the way, this is Hemlock." Her leaflike tail flicked out to lightly gesture backwards.

He was more focused on the water then what Juniper was saying to the large dragon, who he only just caught was named Bluemoon. Odd name. It was cool and crisp and ran the grains of sand out of his mouth which was more of a relief than he'd expected. How did these dragons stand it? He would go crazy always being in the sun, walking on hot sand, and feeling the grittiness between his teeth. It was miserable honestly. He hoped that these escorts they had picked somewhere less bright for them to go next. He also found their solid eyes unnerving, but he felt the need to keep that thought mostly to himself. Maybe if he associated them with beetles they wouldn't be so strange?

His attention was pulled back when he heard his name being said and the tail entered his line of sight. "Hello," he greeted Bluemoon, scanning her build and colors before comparing it to that of the Sandwings. Definitely didn't match. He cocked his head to the side, "What are you?"

"Hemlock!" Juniper's indignant tone chided him, "You can't just ask questions like that." She turned to look back at Bluemoon, an apologetic smile on her lips, "I'm sorry about him. He didn't grow up with a lot of other dragons."

Oh, so that wasn't something that he should just ask. How else was he supposed to learn then? "Sorry." His tone didn't sound particularly apologetic, but that's what he'd been told he should say. He still continued to look at Bluemoon curiously, but he didn't want Juniper to get upset again.

Wings of Fire: Distant Storms

Hemlock

Appearance

Name: Hemlock

Age: Young Adult

Gender: Male

Species: Leafwing

Powers: Leafspeaker, can kind of swim, absorb energy from the sun, knowledge of plants and insects.

Weaknesses: Not the strongest flyer or the best combatant

Occupation: Refugee but used to be a gardener (technically)

Personality: Hemlock is a very relaxed dragon overall. He doesn't let a lot get under his skin and isn't easily riled. He is highly intelligent, logistical, and strategic from having to live in the jungle on his own with only his deranged father for company. He knows how to keep his cool even when someone gets up in his face. Despite his miles long fuse he does have his snapping point which isn't something that anyone really wants to see.

His father's tendencies did rub off on him over the years, having no other frame of reference for how he should behave he can be cold and somewhat unfeeling. He doesn't flinch in the face of death nor the prospect of having to kill another living creature. In fact, he rather enjoys the prospect of it. He doesn't understand social interactions very well, but does try to be friendly as much as he understands how to. He hides his uncertainty well and walks with an air of confidence, mostly so no one else messes with him.

Deep down he is nervous and terrified of the fact that his home was torn from under him so quickly and he's suddenly been thrust into such an unfamiliar space.

Backstory: Born after the Tree Wars when the Leafwings were almost driven to extinction. His mother Birch was a member of the Sapwings, the more pacifist group of the remaining members of their species. His father, Oleander, was a Poisonwing who was in charge of growing and cultivating the plants that they used as a Leafspeaker. Neither of them fully agreed with their tribes position on this. His mother thought that the Hivewings deserved some kind of retribution, but not to the level the Poisonwings wanted. His father didn't agree with the whole hearted extermination of the Hivewings and believed that their Queen and her cohorts were mostly to blame. This led both of them to spend a lot of time away from their tribes where they ended up meeting in the jungle.

Knowing that their relationship would be frowned upon they left each of their tribes to live out in the jungle by themselves. His parents were mostly unaware of the fighting that was going down amongst the tribes though the creation of the LeafSilk kingdom did reach their ears. They were content to remain outside the struggles of the rest of the tribes though.

Shortly after Hemlock's egg was laid his mother passed due to illness. His father therefore was responsible for raising him. Without Birch around though Oleander started to loose himself, blaming the world for stealing his love from him. Given what Oleander knew and was taught he named the dragonet Hemlock and began to train him in the ways of the Poisonwings, without the needless violence. When he discovered Hemlock had inherited his Leafspeaker abilities he cultivated those as well. Teaching him the subtle ways to kill and survive. Over time Oleander became more and more deranged, his mind deteriorating to near the point of insanity.

When the Mesawings invaded Oleander was quickly killed by the brutal dragons as Hemlock hid. He took his father's poisoners bag and alone made his way to the LeafSilk kingdom. He arrived to chaos as the Mesawings continued their invasion. He joined up with a group of refugees who fled and flew the long way to Pyrrhia where he hopes to survive.

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Wings of Fire: Distant Storms

It was hot, and not the pleasant, damp kind of hot that Hemlock was used to. No, this was a dry, arid heat that beat down on every part of his body with no protection of tall trees. Not like the jungle. In the jungle he could laze underneath the wide leaves to avoid the sun, but here in the desert there was no escaping its burning gaze.

There was no way to escape the burning gaze of the other dragons that stood around him either. He had fled with the others who were escaping Pantala as the strange dragons had seemed to appear from nowhere. Sharp fangs, burning fire, all preceded ominously by the sound of rattling tails. He didn't know where they had come from, and from what he'd overheard from the others he was huddled with, they didn't either. He didn't think they'd even been thinking when they'd leapt out of the side of the jungle over open water. He was just glad they were lucky enough to go in the right direction to hit another land mass.

Even if the right direction led him to this forsaken place. The curious, occasionally hostile, looks he got from the residents of what he'd learned was the Sand Kingdom (fitting) filled him with nervous dread. He didn't know how he was supposed to act, so he just didn't. Instead he stuck close to one of the other Leafwings that he had gotten to know a bit during their flight. A small, pale green dragon with unique shades of purple to her wings called Juniper.

The two of them had been herded into a makeshift camp, if it could even be called that, on the outside of the city walls. Really just a few sheets of cloth strung up on poles that had been haphazardly pushed into the ground as some sort of makeshift shelter for them. He got a hesitant feeling they weren't welcome. He wasn't sure he'd feel welcome anywhere though. Instead he fiddled with the leaves and insects that were in his father's pouch. It gave him something to do aside from staring at the stingers that tipped the tails of their SandWing "escorts." Or wonder if what was no doubt venom that came from it would give them resistance to some kinds of poisonous plants. A curious notion.

"Something got your tail in a twist?" The light, quiet voice of Juniper asked from where she was leaned against his side. They were all wedged underneath the covers as much as they could be. "You've been awfully quiet. Not even telling me about plants."

Hemlock turned to stare at his tail, it decidedly was not twisted, before looking back to her, "No, nothing's touched my tail." The laugh he got in response only further confused him. He shrugged lightly, "Not many plants around her to talk about." Normally he could tell when plants were nearby, speak to them, use them. There was none of that here.

Instead he set his eyes looking around. Landing on the SandWings that stood around them plus a few other dragons of varying shapes, sizes, and colors that didn't match. Supposedly they were here to help move them around to other places. Find a place to stay. There was one large solid black dragon wandering amongst them, silver scales on the underside of their wings that he found particularly strange. Surely black wasn't a good color here. Maybe he'd ask what they were should they wander his way.

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

Mentions: Sherry @Ambra

After being forced to sit still for, however long, Elias had lost track after about the first two hours, having to trek up the mountain was a delight. It was a miracle he hadn't driven his carriage mates crazy with fingers tapping his knees or fidgeting with whatever he could get his hands on. The autumn air was refreshing though, despite the moisture in the air, and the view of the monastery from the march up was rather impressive.

The orientation speech was not so exciting, however dignified the Archbishop looked in his long robes. He made a note of the important figures that were standing in front of them. Though one of them appeared to be missing, hopefully that didn't foreshadow the rest of the year. He let his eyes wander about the rest of his classmates, many of whom he recognized and some he didn't, and what he could see of the campus. He was paying enough attention to catch the fact that Galbia's illustrious princess was made their house leader.

Delightful. He hoped that she would do a good job.

Once they were on the move again Eli elected to pay more attention. He would rather not get lost while he was here. He was curious as to where their own professor might be, but he wasn't going to interrupt. Not yet. The thought quickly left his head anyway as they were shown to the gardens. It wasn't exactly the forest back home, but the outdoor area was nice. He would rather be there than cooped up in his room or the library if he had to study.

A curious look crossed his face as a number of comments were made. First by the guy who looked like he could probably lift the monastery with one hand, and then the small, blue-haired girl. Neither of whom he recognized so commoners he suspected. Not that it particularly bothered him, his own house didn't have the most distinguished background despite what his father might insist upon. He was capable of reading history books just the same as everyone else.

He turned to Sherry with a faint grin, "I didn't know you had a type Princess."

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

Elias Marian Ravaleth, Heir to House Ravaleth

[Full Name]
Elias Marian Ravaleth

[Alias]
Eli

[Affiliation]
Galbia

[Starting Class]
Noble

​[Status]
Heir to House Ravaleth

[Crest]
Minor Crest of Ravaleth

[Age]
18

[Date of Birth]
6th of the Hawk Moon, Imperial Year 763

[Appearance Information]
Elias stands steady around 6' even with a lithe build and confident stance. Shaggy dark red hair and dark red eyes stand out against paler skin. A scar from early training crosses one of his eyes, but he doesn't notice it much anymore. If he can get away with wearing comfortable clothes he will, but otherwise he does keep his uniform looking nice, until the end of the day at least.

[Personality]
When in classes or training Elias has a strict no nonsense type disposition. He understands the necessity of following orders and playing things right in order to protect the well being of the team and make sure that the mission goes smoothly as his trainers have taught him over the years. There isn’t time for hesitation when lives or success is on the line, so snap judgements need to be made. Snap judgements aren't hard for Eli given he can be rather impulsive on the best of days, but he's trying to shape up on that front. At least, that's what he says.

Eli is always doing something or on the move, he can't stand being still for more than a moment even if it's just working his hands. Even when reading, he is usually wandering around which has lead to a number of collisions. If it isn't moving on foot it's tinkering with something in his hands to keep his active mind focused.

However, when he's off the hook for studying and training he is more than willing to let loose a little bit and have some fun. Eli has much of the work hard, play harder mentality. A naturally jovial personality, he likes to try and bring out the more fun side of his peers whether that be through finding what interests them or through force. The stark difference between the two sides of his personality can be somewhat jarring to those who don't know him all that well, which is something he finds rather amusing.

[Personal History]
Becoming the heir to House Ravaleth was not something that particularly came as a surprise given that Elias is the first born of his siblings, the next being five years younger than him, and bears the house crest. This meant from a young age he was trained and raised with the fact in mind that he would one day be taking his father's place. He spent much of his time training with the Brotherhood knights and reveled in learning the art of combat. He didn't take so quickly to the statecraft part of things, but through his own readings has gotten a, slightly, better grasp on the ins and outs of at least his own country.

When he wasn't busy learning how to be a proper heir he spent his time outside running the forests that cover the west. Though sometimes he would slip away from training to explore anyway since his siblings were allowed to do so. It was worth getting in trouble to wader in the shade of the trees for as long as he could get away with it. His knowledge of the space often came in handy when his siblings would inevitably get lost playing one of their games.

As he got older he his overall want to be heir dwindled and he skirted lessons more and more often in favor of reading what he wanted, riding where he wanted, and playing with his siblings who had many less responsibilities. It took a number of years for the desire to come back, namely with the near death of his youngest brother after a bandit ambush in the woods. He had his training to thank for the fact it wasn't a far worse outcome and it relit the fire in him to train even harder. That training eventually leading to his enrollment at the Officer's Academy at his own insistence.

[Preferred Fighting Style]
Axes

[Equipment]
Training Axe, Training Lance, Vulnerary

[Learned Spells]
NA

[Interests]

• Sparring
• Riding/Flying
• Reading
• Tinkering

[Likes]

• Forests
• Being Outside
• Warm Weather
• Books
• Animals

[Dislikes]

• Cold anything really
• Sitting Still
• Overbearing authority
• Boredom

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

Elias Marian Ravaleth, Heir to House Ravaleth

[Full Name]
Elias Marian Ravaleth

[Alias]
Eli

[Affiliation]
Galbia

[Starting Class]
Noble

​[Status]
Heir to House Ravaleth

[Crest]
Minor Crest of Ravaleth

[Age]
18

[Date of Birth]
6th of the Hawk Moon, Imperial Year 763

[Appearance Information]
Elias stands steady around 6' even with a lithe build and confident stance. Shaggy dark red hair and dark red eyes stand out against paler skin. A scar from early training crosses one of his eyes, but he doesn't notice it much anymore. If he can get away with wearing comfortable clothes he will, but otherwise he does keep his uniform looking nice, until the end of the day at least.

[Personality]
When in classes or training Elias has a strict no nonsense type disposition. He understands the necessity of following orders and playing things right in order to protect the well being of the team and make sure that the mission goes smoothly as his trainers have taught him over the years. There isn’t time for hesitation when lives or success is on the line, so snap judgements need to be made. Snap judgements aren't hard for Eli given he can be rather impulsive on the best of days, but he's trying to shape up on that front. At least, that's what he says.

Eli is always doing something or on the move, he can't stand being still for more than a moment even if it's just working his hands. Even when reading, he is usually wandering around which has lead to a number of collisions. If it isn't moving on foot it's tinkering with something in his hands to keep his active mind focused.

However, when he's off the hook for studying and training he is more than willing to let loose a little bit and have some fun. Eli has much of the work hard, play harder mentality. A naturally jovial personality, he likes to try and bring out the more fun side of his peers whether that be through finding what interests them or through force. The stark difference between the two sides of his personality can be somewhat jarring to those who don't know him all that well, which is something he finds rather amusing.

[Personal History]
Becoming the heir to House Ravaleth was not something that particularly came as a surprise given that Elias is the first born of his siblings, the next being five years younger than him, and bears the house crest. This meant from a young age he was trained and raised with the fact in mind that he would one day be taking his father's place. He spent much of his time training with the Brotherhood knights and reveled in learning the art of combat. He didn't take so quickly to the statecraft part of things, but through his own readings has gotten a, slightly, better grasp on the ins and outs of at least his own country.

When he wasn't busy learning how to be a proper heir he spent his time outside running the forests that cover the west. Though sometimes he would slip away from training to explore anyway since his siblings were allowed to do so. It was worth getting in trouble to wader in the shade of the trees for as long as he could get away with it. His knowledge of the space often came in handy when his siblings would inevitably get lost playing one of their games.

As he got older he his overall want to be heir dwindled and he skirted lessons more and more often in favor of reading what he wanted, riding where he wanted, and playing with his siblings who had many less responsibilities. It took a number of years for the desire to come back, namely with the near death of his youngest brother after a bandit ambush in the woods. He had his training to thank for the fact it wasn't a far worse outcome and it relit the fire in him to train even harder. That training eventually leading to his enrollment at the Officer's Academy at his own insistence.

[Preferred Fighting Style]
Axes

[Equipment]
Training Axe, Training Lance, Vulnerary

[Learned Spells]
NA

[Interests]

• Sparring
• Riding/Flying
• Reading
• Tinkering

[Likes]

• Forests
• Being Outside
• Warm Weather
• Books
• Animals

[Dislikes]

• Cold anything really
• Sitting Still
• Overbearing authority
• Boredom

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

Hello hello, I arrive. Playing D&D rn so I’ll look at stuff when that’s done

The Rise of WillowClan

Sad to see it end after so long, but I understand. I wouldn’t mind hearing where it was gonna go if you’re willing to share

Qrowdell Academy (magical school RP)

Sounds great to me. Think I’ll make two characters, dunno if I can give three the attention each one would deserve.

Stick with my Dragonborn water/air character for the secret arena and then have another who is probably attuned to fire for the battlemancer league