Redthorn Anvil

The Dragons of Tyrell

I think I will post after @RainbowFactory. I am still thinking of what I want to do.

The Dragons of Tyrell

*turns into an Angel-Dragon and cuddles with @xxrhoo* get better, mom!

The Dragons of Tyrell

The Anvil had no understanding of the passage of time like other sentient beings did. Each day for the Anvil was like a blink of an eye. It had been this way ever since it had been given its own form, its own body. Despite this, however, the Anvil was aware of panging that it was not familiar with. A...loneliness. Yes, that was the word. The Anvil was quite alone.

It had been sitting in its little shrine for a very long time; of that, the Anvil was sure. But for how long? That, the Anvil did not know. Nor did it really care. It'd had plenty of time alone, it thought, and it was ready for something new. Was it not an Anvil? Were Anvils not meant to be used? The Anvil decided that it needed to fulfill its purpose. It needed a Smith.

Though, the Anvil was not yet sure how it would go about getting one.

The Dragons of Tyrell

Appearance

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Name: The Redthorn Anvil [called 'Anvil' for short]
Past Age: N/A
Past Birthday: N/A
Current Age: Just born.
Current Birthday: October 21st.

Elements (2 max): Metal and Fire.
Breath (2 max): Fire.
Abilities (5 max): Change of Self. Turns into a magical anvil which can forge things on itself.

Family: Adopted mother, Rhoo Marhoon.

Written Appearance: Anvil is a very wee Angel-Dragon, being just a fledgling, and has fur the color of cold coal, which is just a hair lighter and ashier in color than just black. She has no special marks, but her eyes are a bright, glowing green. On her head sits a small crown of four horns. All curve backward. She as two larger horns in back of two smaller horns that are placed slightly closer together, giving the illusion of a small tiara resting on her brow. Her ears are of average size, the tips of which curl downward slightly, seeming to imitate the growth pattern of her horns. Her claws are short, but very strong, as are her teeth.

Personality: She very naive, as she is only but a child. She is very trusting of others, almost to a fault, but she has a temper like a firestorm, and an aggression to match. On any normal day, Anvil is a solemn, gentle child that is curious about the ways of the world. She almost never smiles, unless she is with her dear mother. Then she will grin without ceasing. She is always quite shy at first, but she quickly becomes outgoing, and makes a point to see the best in the world around her. She is defensive towards those she cares about, and will not hesitate to bare her little fangs at anyone she doesn't initially like. She enjoys forging things for people as random gifts to show her affection for them.

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Exodus

"Aye. Unfortunately, my people are far more stone-hearted than yours, and so would not take kindly to the suggestion. Unfortunately for them, that is, because they will no longer have a weak, pushover king to lead them. They will have me. And they will soon realize that I am not my father. I am willing to discuss your proposal." He said. He looked around at the room. "And that is not because you have a plethera of angels at your disposal to try to intimidate me." He added with a slightly amused look.

Enigma Final Fantasy (Sandbox; Psychological)

@tsukune@KoL Thanks guys. I'll see what I can do. It may be awhile because midterms are coming up fast for me and I'll be needing to study hard for them.

Between Two Worlds

The trip back to earth went very uneventfully, which was a nice break for a change perhaps; save for the addition of the strange Dr. Fate, who everyone seemed to be uneasy around except for the higher-ranking officers, who didn't seem too bothered by his presence.
Fate and John were directly escorted to the headquarters, but from there, they were separated. Fate was taken by an officer to see some admiral, but before that happened, Fate stopped the big Spartan. "Go and see Dr. Halsey. She has something for you." He told him, then allowed himself to be led away.

Enigma Final Fantasy (Sandbox; Psychological)

@KoL I will look and see.

Handie's Bar

"Thank you." The strange armored guy replied to the twins, who gave him his coffee. He turned and stood against one wall as he held the cup.

A few minutes, and Keenan came downstairs fully dressed and somehow dishevel-free. She sat on the stool on Scout's other side, then yawned. She sniffed, then turned to look at the stranger. She quickly turned and looked at the twins. "You never said you had coffee!" She hissed at them.

They shrugged.

Enigma Final Fantasy (Sandbox; Psychological)

Hey guys, sorry I haven't been able to do anything yet. After reading the general requirements for signing up and whatever, I happen to be in the situation where I can't post any links with examples of my better posts, simply because that I am too new to this site and haven't done any really serious roleplays on here for which I could use as a posting reference. The only other site I have roleplayed on, which I've used far longer than this one, doesn't let people who aren't registered users browse the topics that are posted there. So I will unfortunately be unable to participate until such time as I can provide a reference for the GMs to look at my better posts.