Raijinslayer

Dragon Riders Story Unlikely Friendships

[hider=My Hider]

Name: Vordil Warbrand

Race: Dwarf

Age: 910

Powers:

Dragonic Forging: By allowing his dragon's energy to flow through him, he can make armors and weapons of exceptional quality, durability, and power at such a speed, he can finish a blade that would normally take a 100 years to make with in a week, and it would be even better. If a drop of a dragon's blood is added to the metals durung forging, that armor and weapon will gain the traits of said dragon, any powers they contain belong only to the dragon and their rider.

Shadow Magic

Shape-shifting

Experience: Vordil is a master warrior with great experience in many combat styles, and an excellent hunter and tracker. He is the best teacher for anything in regard to fighting, but he's also the strictest. As a former chief, he doesn't take well to di

Vordil has been with his beast for years, and they still can't get enough of each others company. Their's is a bond that is well and truly unable to be broken by any means, as one cannot live without the other.

Personality: Vordil is an amiable kind of guy at first glance, with a sharp wit at times to match his sharp blades, a booming laugh, and naturally caring demeanor, he's like the father of the group. And like any parent, he has a strict side. When you are in Vordil's class, there are no more smiles, no laughter, nothing but his iron-fisted law. You either learn through the work, through the pain, or both at the same time.

A long with his strict teaching, he's not one to take disrespect or back talk from new riders. He doesn't get angry often, but when he does it's a terrifying thing, enough so that even the mightest dragons will cower under the glare of his one, piercing grey eye. Anger him, and he'll show the reason why the halls of dwarves all over the land praise him, even in nis disgrace as a Raider, as the greatest warrior in Dwarven history, if notnthe world's history. You will get beaten harshly until you know your place, and don't expect for him to pull punches because of gender, because he is not here to baby sit you, he's here to train all of you worthless maggots and your wyrms on how to become proper riders and how to fight if need be.

[hider=History]
Vordil was 82 years old when he met Kulak, a dwarf that was beginning to get on in his years. And for a majority of them, he had been one of the best dragon hunters the world had ever known. Hundreds of them had fallen before him and his clansmen. At first, it was only a matter of protecting their lands, livestock, and wealth from the flying terrors, preventing further assault by taking the fight to them. And with every dragon slain, his clan grew stronger, using the blood, bones, and scales to make the best weapons and armor in all the land. The name Warbrand became synonymous with quality and power, regarded by many as one of the greatest of the Dwarven Clans. Soon, Vordil was appointed Clan Chieftan at the age of 42 and the future couldn't have looked brighter. Then eveything changed when [s]the fire nation[/i] a dragon attacked. A dragon like nothing he had ever seen before, an engine of death and destruction that charged down on the mountain city of Grumdek Dormark.

The clan fought bravely to protect their ancestral home, but it was all for naught. The dragon strafed the city with magically enhanced lightening, tearing through the battlements, slaughtering all that it could. Every dwarf that fell to it would soon rise again to slay his former bretheren, their bodies continuing forward until they were nothing but chunks of meat. Vordil faced this monster one on one and managed to slay it, though he still suffered grievous injuries from the battle, including the loss of his eye. But the battle had cost him so much more than just flesh.

The dragon had decimated his clan, ldaving hardly any survivors, had forced Vordil to cut down his kinsman, his family, and it had even devoured his first-born son right in front of him. The sorrow he felt was only matched by his insatiable hunger for vengeance against all dragons for what he had lost. For the next twenty years, he poured all of his hatred, his rage, his sorrow, and despair innto a set of weapons and armor made from the dragin that had ruined his life. With ancient magic worked into their core and powered by the vast amont of raw magical energy that the beast had possessed, this set was to be known as 'Dragon's Bane'. It was made with onlt one purpose in mind, and it shows in the powers it possess. The energy the weapons use is toxic to dragons, and the armor is highly resiliant to dragon magic. With this, Vordil set off on his rampage, followed by his remaining Clansmen, seeking out and slaughtering every dragon he could.

For the next 20 years he traveled, slaying dragon after dragon, again and again, he was a man consumed by his vengeance. Soon, he found himself alone, however, as his clansmen saw what he had become, how much his heart had turned to stone. The proud warrior had died fighting the Divine Reaper that had destroyed their home, all that was left was a shadow of a man held together by threads of hatred. If he had continued on in this way, he would've only met his end through self-destruction. But something happened that drove him off his path. As he raided a dragon's nest, he faced an angry mother dragon, who he dealt a mortal blow to it, and approached the eggs with the intention to kill. But as he touched one, it began to crack open and inside it was a small, baby dragon. It looked up to him, slight fear in it's eyes as it beheld him. In those eyes, he saw a reflection of himself, dressed in the armor made from the Reaper's hide. He was the monster here, the one ruining lives, his eyes holding nothing but evil intention.

Vordil was disgusted with himself, repulsed by how far he had fallen in his grief. He took the dragon with him on his travels, along with the rest of the eggs, and sought the help of the woman who he had made into an enemy for a long time, Celista and her Dragon Raiders. It wasn't an easy sell, but he eventually convinced her to let him join. Besides, who better to help protect dragon's from hunters then the dwarf who was considered the best dragon hunter of them all. As for the Reaper weapons and armor, even with all the disgust he held for them, he couldn't bring himself to see them destroyed. So he locked them in a safe, inside a bigger safe, wrapped in enchanted chains, then but into another safe, and so on and so forth until basically an castle of defenses were erected around the armor, and the only one able to get through to it were Vordil and Kulak. Vordil trusted no one with them, not even himself, but he knew that if another Divne Reaper sowed up, they would be needed. As far as Vordil is concerned, Reaper's are devoid of emotion, feeling, or compassion, nothing but mindless monsters that love nothing more than to destroy everything they can.

Intellegence:89/100

Stamina:87/100

Speed:86/100

Charisma:76/100


Name: Kulak

Age: 840

Powers:WIP

Shadow Magic:

Shapeshifting:

Matter Weaponization:

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Height: 23 feet

Length: 50 feet

Personality: Kulak is the cool headed and relaxed of the two, spending its days in the caverns restingnin the darkness. A bit of a prankster and a troublemaker, this dragon has a tendancy to pull pranks at random for no reason other than to have fun.

History: WIP

Intellegence

67/100

Stamina

76/100

Speed
82/100

Charisma

68/100

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Will post for others later, didn't have the time right now.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Ian

Ian was about to take them somewhere more private, when he saw Alto and his little harem girl coming this way, which caused Ian to be more than a little upset. God dammit, why does he have to be such a cock blocker. I could have been having a three way right now. Ian scowled, wishing he had laser vision, or at leads 'Set your cousin on fire' vision that would be nice. With a sigh, he turned to Light, pulling out a card ti hand to her with his contact information. "While I could out run them, I feel like they would become too much of an annoyance right now. These are my contact details, call me later today and I'm sure I'll be available." Once Light took the card, he'd be gone in a flash, after giving her a gentlemanly kiss on her hand of course. He'd appear next to Chiller, giving her a similar card, and hitting up her own bad pun with his own. "Call me when I'm not so busy, I'll be sure to plow your snow caps any day., Crap, making bad puns is harder than I thought."

After giving his paramours a sad farewell, he turned his vengeance-fuelled anger to his annoying cousin, appearing with an arm around Sefia and a rather pissed of look on his face. "You have the worst timing, you know that right? And you're going to pay for it. Sefia's already paying for it, sorry darling." He gave Sefia a friendly kiss on the cheek before vanishing to the other end of the beach, leaving the poor girl naked, except for a few pieces of paper covering her unmentionables and chest. On each piece of paper, a message was set along with a chibi figure of Alto with his thumbs up and an intense nosebleed. It reads: "Property of Alto Ganze, do not touch on pain of death and dismemberment." Ian had also taken the time to leave a drawing of a chibi Ian giving Alto the finger and had taped it to his cousin's face, before he resumed his flight from the two, though he was mostly afraid of Sefia. He kine what she had a temper and wasn't a fan of his wonderful sense of humor, especially when she was the target.
@Archmage MC
@Mass City
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Orean Cause (A magical school?) [Reboot]

Grimm tilted his head, slightly confused about what Graiai had said. I think that was meant to be an insult, but I don't understand what she means by nude fantasies. Grimm did have a few sketches and drawing of nude models, most of them being ghosts and what not who didn't seem to mind when he asked, and those who weren't hadn't known he was there in the first place. Still, he was curious if that was what she meant, or maybe it was something else entirely.

Reaching into his suit, which was actually his cloak, he pulled out a sketchbook titled the "Graceful Dead", and flipped to an illustration of two female specters, ghosts of two renown dancers, laying over each other in a intimate embrace with not a lick of clothing on them, the only thing hiding their unmentionables were each other. They were transparent, their eyes holding an ethereal glow to them, and thy were lying in a richly decorated bed, fingers curled invitingly. They had asked Grim to stay over that day, saying they had 'much to teach him', but he had no real interest in more dancing lessons after the hell of ballroom dance and so he declined. "Is this what you mean by 'nude fantasies', if so, I only do these on the request of the subject or when I find an interesting subject and they happen to be naked at the time. I don't really get why it would be such a big deal, it's only your body, nothing to be ashamed of really."

Unless she has some sort of hideous deformity, maybe she does, I want to see it now, but asking would be rude and I'm on a roll here. Actually, now that I think about it, this girl would be an interesting subject with her eye and what not, perhaps I can convince he to be a model later.
@Unfortunately

Dragon Riders Story Unlikely Friendships

So when do we start? And what are Vordil's stats

W&T FT Zero! RP

I've no clue where to start, the OP doesn't really give much to go off of. Is that ceremony even taking place in the north.

Orean Cause (A magical school?) [Reboot]

Sorry, and Damn, I was hoping you'd have her read Grimm's mind, see all the shut he was thinking, and have her rage a bit

Orean Cause (A magical school?) [Reboot]

Grimm

A twitch was the only break in the supposed calm on Grimm's face, though underneath was a fast growing frustration as he felt the living getting on his nerves again. The hell is wrong with her, I ask for the other person to give her some respect and she gets angry at me, I should take that entire bage of Malts, and that stupid eye of hers, and tosd it out a window. Damn ungrateful harlot. Grimm took a couple deep breath to calm himself down, regain his composure, and continue on with the conversation. He was here so he could learn to properly interact with these fleshbags, so he'd do his best so he can become a Grand Reaper. Eyes on the prize, no matter how many annoying obstacles ger in your way.

"Anyway, my name is Grimm, and this is my first year here. I'm a semi-profesional artist, so if you need any portraits or concepts drawn, just ask me. I'd be happy to help you."

Okay, conversation starter sent out, lets see if they take the bait. If the pink haired one says some thing else cheeky, I swear she's going to find out why you don't piss of a Reaper who knows where you sleep, or can really easily find out where you sleep. Okay, she just better watch her back if she starts insulting me.

@Unfortunately
@LowKey123

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

So was it insomnium that called Eli General Confederate Shrimp Dick?

@AcerRo

Yep, was it too much, too little, or just enough to piss Eli off to high heaven.

Also, Chiller makes Ian 2 for 3 on successful flirtations/seductions. Will Light make for number 3.

Orean Cause (A magical school?) [Reboot]

Grimm

Grimm walked into the party dressed in a rather immaculate garb. He wore a black overcoat with an ice blue vest underneath it, black dress pants and shoes, an he even had his ears pierced with silver skull earrings, the eyes studded with softly glowing sapphires that left a trail behind him as he walked. He also wore a tie, which bore a mix of dark blue and black the swirled down the length of the fabric in a jagged manner. The knot bore a similar skull-like decoration, this one having eyes made of diamonds that shone brightly underneath the pulsating lights that shone down from above. Grimm had also taken the liberty to comb and brush his hair thoroughly until each strand shone looked like it was made of genuine sterling silver, two bangs framing the sides of his face and a small ponytail tying up the back. He looked like a prince straight out of a fairy tale.

Looking around, he noticed a girl who seemed to be sitting all by her lonesome in the corner. Normally Grimm would take this opportunity to examine and sketch her, but now, he felt the need to see if she needed anything. It was his duty as a gentlemen to make sure that no lady be by themselves this evening. With that in mind, he made his way through the crowds with ease until he came to a stop right in front of her, clearing his throat to draw her attention.

He was about to say something, when another girl came in, questioning her about tje candies she held with obvious want on her mind. While Grimm didn't mind being interupted, he did find her rude name for the unkniwn girl to be rather crass.

"Excuse me, madam, but don't you think that refering to her in such a way id just the tiniest bit insulting. If you want her to give you those treats, you should try being a bit more considerate of her feeling, don't you agree?"

@LowKey123
@Unfortunately