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Miyamoto Mizuki

Name: Miyamoto Mizuki
Age: 20
Job Class: Half-Demon/Samurai
Weapon: Katana
Clothing:
Starts out in this

Wears this later

Height: 5'5
Appearance:
Personality: Mizuki is a adventerous woman who has a innocent curiousity to just about everything. Shes a bit playful, but also innocently affectionate. Not afraid to give out hugs. Usually honest, she doesnt hold back her words and doesnt realize they could hurt someone's feelings. Since being locked away from the outside world for most of her life, Mizuki holds little knowledge of it. Naive and gullible, she's quite trusting and will believe almost anything someone says. Although she enjoys practicing the way of the sword, she doesn't really enjoy killing. She is kind hearted and caring but she can also be very stubborn, and will do what she wants to do. Even if its reckless and means she ventures off by herself.
History: Mizuki was born on the day her father won the war and became the emperor to her one of his many wives. He was shocked when she was born with striking white hair and golden eyes. At first, he was furious, thinking that his wife had slept with another man but then recalled the demon. Fearing this was the curse, he hid away his daughter from the people, making sure to hide her because he believed she would be accused as a demon. The emperor feared the people would revolt at the thought that his line was that of demons. He decided to name her after the moon for her white silver hair. During her youth, she grew up wondering what was beyond the palace walls. Quite a few times, she snuck away though her fathers loyal servants would bring her back. Preventing her getting anywhere near the gates. Her father taught her the way of the sword, thinking that she may need to defend herself due to her looks. To her though, it was just one of the most fun activities. On the day of her 20th birthday, she panicked when she awoke to a pair of fluffy canine pointy ears and a long fluffy tail. Going to her father, she showed him what happened, and to the Emperor's dismay.. he realized that it was the sign of the curse the demon had bargained. He feared that his daughter would turn into a full fledge demon, and would destroy all of Japan if he did not hold up his side of the bargain. Defeated, he told his daughter that in order to fix this, she would have to go to Mount Fuji. But she was not to show anyone her looks, warning her of the possible dangers. Mizuki agreed, feeling both excited and nervous about actually leaving the palace walls.
Strengths:
1)Half Demon super Strength and super Speed,
2)A ta
ented swordswoman. Able to use it with ease.
3)Has a heightened sense of smell and hearing.
Weakness:
Mental
1)Stubborn and Pride, they often lead Mizuki going off on her own and just getting herself in bad situations.
2)Has a hard time fighting actual combat. She doesnt like it and will usually either not fight at all or even stop others from doing it.

Physical
1)Although she is a half demon, her body is fragile of a regular human. Easily killable by demons or other means.
2)Low stamina. She gets tired easily, and will suddenly pass out if she uses too much energy.
3)Her heightened sense of smell and hearing is useful, but it also causes problems. Too strong of smells or too loud noises will cause massive headache's, dizziness, and even fainting.
Likes: Exploring, meeting new people, sweets, cherry blossoms, the stars and moon, books, Samurai, swords, comfortable clothing, apples
Dislikes: Loud noises, strong smells, fields of strong smelling flowers, cruel people, stubborn people,
Dream: To be a famous Samurai one day and explore all of Japan
Fear: Being alone and rejected.
Themes
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Battle Theme

Asuka Kushiami by Rusalka
Akane Kurosawa by Hillbilly12
Kouko Hiryuu by CirusArvennicus

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Karn and Trinity.

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Halo

Name: Jazz Lion
Codename: Agent Hawaii Leo
ID: 1002
Enlistment: 2 years ago.
Rank: Colonel
Classification: Melee, Vehicle, sniper expert.
Squad/Fireteam: Blue team (though often works alone)
Primary Weapon of Interest: Katana
Secondary Weapon of Interest: Sniper Rifle
Preferred Armor Ability: Fast shield recovery and strength. AI being Ajax who specializes in decoding vehicles and controlling them.
Relationship Towards Fellow Comrades: Pretty mean.
Status: Alive
Anything Else About you Spartan: Although on the Blue team, Lion hardly participates in the fight unless they are directly involved. Usually ends up beating the living hell out of either team that decides to mess with the hot head. Often is training, sleeping, or just taking a walk. Stands around 7'0

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Name: Private Jacob Malfred Arch
Codename: Arch
Enlistment: 3 years ago.
Rank: Private
Classification: Medical expert. Doesn't have good aim. Likes throwing grenades.
Squad/Fireteam: Red Team
Primary Weapon of Interest: Assault rifle
Secondary Weapon of Interest: Grenade Launcher
Relationship Towards Fellow Comrades: Sassy, friendly.
Status: Alive
Anything Else About you Spartan: Tends to act prissy around everything, including fighting. Also has a habit of decorating anything that he finds appalling. Stands around 6'0

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Jangel13 said
I don't think its working for me, my rp was only made 3 weeks ago and it goes back to before I made it

Guess you can try googledoc

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Prince

Real Life Name: IIadar Assosia

Soul Story Name: Prince

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Weapon: Dual Swords

Weapon Name: Musketeers

Class: Buccaneer - A class that is the master at using dual weapons and dealing fast attacks. They have excellent speed and evasion, able to hit and dodge their opponents with ease, making them a difficult and annoying opponent. However, they lack defense and can't take hits very well so it is better if they don't fight against groups, especially if they are on their own. Their attack power is mediocre but their fast rapid strikes add up into powerful blows. They quite of bit of luck and thievery skills on their side as well. Due to their fast rapid movements, masters are usually able to solo missions as long as they are not completely outnumbered though they are wary of magic spells that bind them. Caution and preparation should be part of any daily activity for this class.

Skills:
Serpent Strike- Two strikes against the opponent with the left weapon moving down then the right swinging up in a fluid motion.
Lucky Dice- Roll a dice to get a special temporary boost that lasts for a little bit of time. Possibly boosts attack, defense, or speed. But also has the chance to boost the opponents!(10 SP)
Ensnare- Throws a magical rope that tangles itself around a opponent, slowing the enemy for quite a bit of time. Has the possibility of paralyzing the opponent. (15 SP)
Piercing Marlin- Holds twin weapons close together and makes a quick and powerful lunge to the opponent. Has a chance for critical hits. (15 SP)

Soul Attack: Silver Flash - Rapidly slashes multiple opponents in a fury of silver streaks in sheer speed and power.

Avatar Appearance: Short red messy hair with bright catlike teal eyes. He stands around 7'0 and has a lean toned build. Wears a red open coat that shows his bare torso, revealing a X shaped scar on his chest. Wearing a red raggedy scarf around the throat as well as a darker red hat with a gold feather, his right eye is covered in a black eyepatch. Wearing dark navy pants with gold trimmings. He often has a pet companion of a white little wolf pup, though it does nothing special other than keep him company. Has furry long pointed ears and a red cat tail.


Personality: Prince is a mysterious sorts, who hardly talks about himself and much prefers talking about others. Always seeming to avoid giving any information on him with a smile and laugh.

Prince is outgoing and cheerful, always having a smile on and eagerly butting into people's business at random points in time. He can sometimes be a bit overbearing, but he mostly only tries to bring a laugh to others and cheer them up when they are down, in whatever means he can think of. One of which is being a hopeless flirt. Doesn't matter what gender someone is, or what.. Be it man, woman, beastman, whatever, he will occasionally flirt with them (especially when first meeting someone) and feign dramatic antics whenever they reject him. He acts childish, and not like he takes anything seriously and more or less looks for ways to have a good time. Even in battle. Despite his odd attitude, he is generally friendly and good hearted, always willing to help others with what they need. Though he worries more for others then himself, and tends to unintentionally forget things to care for himself. So sometimes he will pass out from lack of food or sleep. He tends to whine and complain when he wants something, or run off when he sees something he likes. Another childish factor. Although he seems to appear a idiot, he shows some unexpected wisdom. Often soloing missions but also preferring hanging out with players.

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Cat

Name: Cat

Nickname: Bro, BroBro, Kitty, Psycho

Age: 25

Appearance/Clothing:

Has jet black hair, bright cold blue eyes.. Stands 7'0 and his tan muscular body is littered with scars, wears black fingerless gloves with some small silver spikes around the knuckles. Wears a raggedy black jacket with grey brown fluff around the collar and navy blue jeans. Has a silver necklace with a simple round pendant with the words 'Lidon' engraved on it, usually tucked under his shirt.Has a carved in cut scar reading 666 on his left shoulder.

Personality: One would call this man a true born psychopath. He's calm and collected, hardly ever seeming to react to anything or be bothered. The good points he has is he is calm, brave, hardworking, full of determination, and is a excellent fighter. His bad points however are pretty severe. He lacks much humanity, uncaring of the suffering of others. In fact, he enjoys it and acts like a kid with candy by it. Lacking in mercy and the scale of what is right or wrong, it doesn't matter what or who is in his way on the path of survival. Murdering a child or killing someone to fill a daily meal doesn't bother him. He's pretty smart and won't just jump in a situation in which will mean pointlessly dying. Very little interest in people, he isn't social and rarely talks to others, preferring to simply ignore them. The only one he seems to care for is his twin sister. Even though he can sometimes be cruel to her, he cares quite a deal about her and is probably the only reason he isn't completely insane.

Likes: Milk, Catnip, Climbing buildings or trees, fighting, killing, sleeping on his stomach, sleeping during the day.

Dislikes: Rats, people, birds, strong smells, cars, planes, boats

Mental Disorder: Psychopathic. He loves and has the strong urge to kill. Be it human or animal and revels in he sight of blood and agony. Though he has managed to put the urge under wraps for five years, he still cuts himself in order to satisfy it.

Ability: Excellent hand to hand combat skills. He's a natural fighter and killer, enjoying coming up with different methods to brutally murder someone. Good at cooking, cleaning and singing.

Bio: Cat was born in the world of dark alleys of New York along with his twin sister. Born secretly among a gang, him and his sibling grew up as thugs. They never met their parents, nor did Cat care. Their names given as code names instead of actual human names, they were brought up to be the best of the best in stealing, smuggling, and violence. Cat fit in with the atmosphere fine, uncaring what he stole or from who since the age of eight. His twin on the other hand had a bit more difficulty. Hard on her, he forced her to do whatever their group wanted, while also making her swear to be a man instead of a weak girl. Believing in order for them to survive, they would have to become men and be the strongest.

As they grew up, they had minimal education, barely able to read and write, but as they grew, so did their jobs. Stealing turned to violence, and Cat reveled in it. Fighting proved his strength, and the suffering of others misfortune felt like something of a reality check for others. Though he got hurt quite a few times since his combat was strictly physical and not with guns, finding getting his hands bloody more thrilling and satisfying.

His twin however mostly only stuck with stealing or practicing first aid and did not share the same depth of passion for violence. Instead his twin dreamed of a normal life. At the ages of twenty, Cat granted his twin's wishes and they ran away, ending up fleeing to LA. After five years in hiding and scrambling for food, they received a odd letter that offered a home for them, in which they took.

Anything Else:
-Is mostly always neutral. Not really hating or liking anything.
-Brutally honest.
-Lacks the sense pity and mercy.
-Has a hard time expressing or understanding emotions.
-Often is cursed bloodlust, which mostly results into cutting himself to avoid hurting others or finding alternative distractions.
-Likes milk.
-Likes Catnip.
-Likes climbing buildings, or trees.
-Likes being in high places.
-Likes his head stroked, though will avoid it mostly.
-Sensitive ears, reacts oddly when touched.
-Likes sleeping on his stomach.
-Mostly enjoys traveling at night.
-Tends to smack his twin a lot, but usually restrains himself with others.
-Reads books from time to time.
-Favorite food is fish. Especially salmon or cod.
-He's left handed.
-Sings sometimes.
-Sexually, he doesn't have a preference. Finding that if desperate enough, people would find just about anything sexual. Otherwords, he's bi.

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Cat

[Cat] Relationship Chart
♥ = romance|| ♦ = friends || ♠ = enemies || ○ = neutral

○/♠Cat: ...

♥/♦Dog: "My twin sister. She's foolish, loud, and too overly friendly with strangers that could be a potential threat. Let's herself open and smiles for no good reason, but she is my only true family. The only one that understands me. Yet she still loves and fears me. So I suppose one can call that a love. Whatever that is. But one day, she will leave me... Even if she doesn't realize it. Once she finds a place to finally call home, I will no longer be needed for her survival. Once a stray gets a home, they aren't going to give it up."

Dog

Name: Dog

Nickname: Idiot, Doggy, Pup

Age: 25

Appearance/Clothing:

Lean skinny figure with a toned muscular tan body standing around 6'5. Rusty brown eyes. Dresses in baggy boy clothes. Wears tight bandages around the chest and a tank top under her black t shirt along with a bulky old dark brown raggedy jacket. She looks very boyish, hardly actually needing to hide her chest since it's very quite flat and she's mostly just tall and lanky instead of curvy, easily able to get away looking like a boy when wearing just a tank top. Always wears a raggedy dark red scarf around her neck to hide any signs of her non existent Adam's apple. Wears black gloves and holed up brown sneakers.Has a cut in knife scar on the left shoulder reading 667.

Personality: Unlike her brother, Dog is much more friendly. She is kind hearted, dependable, strong willed, a knowledgeable fighter and marksman, and socialable. However she's stubborn and hard headed, more likely to run into a dangerous situation rather than thinking it through. She's a little bit of a hot head and doesn't usually take no for a answer. Despite her history, she doesn't like doing what she feels is wrong, and usually ends up letting her twin do everything for her when it comes to tough decisions and violence. Having wanting to change her ways, she tends to believe what others say and give them the benefit of the doubt. She's quite lacking when it comes to economics, politics, money, and a lot of things normal people know. Her brother being more clever. Sometimes she acts a bit like a child, mostly around her brother.

Likes: Food, animals, hugging, nice smells, watching girls

Dislikes: vacuums, needles, being alone, fighting, bees

Mental Disorder: Dependent Personality Disorder. She's can't read, write, and says things in a bit of a slur. Nor does she really understand what the real world is like. Other than the streets. She relies on Cat almost for everything.

Ability: She's good at hand to hand combat, but usually uses it to defend herself and dodge attacks. She's quick, though klutzy and has strength that she often forgets she has. She's a marksman and is good at using dual pistols.

Bio: Mostly the same as Cat. She grew up as a boy due to her brothers forcement. Being threatened that he would leave her if she didn't become strong like a man. Her twin being the only family, she stuck to him like glue and made sure he didn't go too far in his violent habits. She studied more on first aid, having been used to patching up her brother and fellow gang members. It was more preferable over actual violence or dirty jobs.

Anything Else:
-Likes sweets.
-Likes food.
-Likes animals.
-Likes cuddling and hugs.
-Fear of being alone.
-Fear of vacuum.
-Fear of needles.
-Likes her head patted.
-Usually habitat talks in a deep manner.
-Likes watching girls, seeing what a normal should behave like.
-A slob.
-Tends to talk a lot.
-Insists she's a guy usually.
-Cannot cook to save her life.
-Cannot read or write very much and is usually forced to ask Cat for assistance.
-Sexually she considers herself open to either gender. Though she does enjoy looking at girls more.

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Dog

[Dog] Relationship Chart
♥ = romance|| ♦ = friends || ♠ = enemies || ○ = neutral

♥/♦Cat: "My twin brother. He's a tall scary person and he doesn't talk much, and yeah he tends to beat me up when I be too much for him, but he's my only family. He's also the person who worked so hard to have us survive this long. Honestly I don't think I could have done it without him. He did everything, all those horrible things, for our safety and survival. He made me eat the stray dogs and cats he caught and skinned so I wouldn't starve, he forced me to play as a man so people would be deterred from raping me... Yes, he is cruel and cold, but I know deep down he cares. He even ran away with me from the gang, and stayed with me all this time, not killing anyone in five years like he promised. I just wish I could help him discover humanity, give him the sense of morality. I wish I could even find him love so he would have someone other than me who loves and cherishes him for who he was. But even I don't know if that's possible with the way he is."

♦Dog: Heeey it's me! I know.. I know I'm not a guy and Cat said I could stop pretending to be one five years ago... But now.. I'm not sure if I can exactly call myself a girl until I'm considered .. A normal person. The very thought being called a girl is so foreign and weird. Hah maybe I really did turn into a guy in my mind.

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Draken

Name: Draken

Dragon age: Grandpa, almost Grand Grandpa

Age from hatching: 2,000

Gender: Male

Magic: Dream/Nightmare. He has the ability to reveal someone's strongest fear. Sucking them into a world contorted from their absolute terrors. So much so it can lead someone in tears and his dreams are so lifelike, someone can feel what happens to them. If one is burning, they feel the horrors if burns, the smell of smoke and rotting flesh... As well, he can make pleasant dreams... And trap someone into a pleasant slumber for all eternity if they do not wish to escape such a wonderful dream. His breathe can be a black fire, or a strange mist that lulls someone to sleep. He's powerful enough to place cursed over countries, rain hellfire, and make some dreams a reality

Dragon looks:


Compact looks:

Stands around 6'8. He has red eyes and horns curving from his head and scales along his ears. Almost always wears a black hooded cloak.

Personality: A pretty odd elder dragon and a powerful one at that, he pretty much does what he wants. Seeming neutral when it comes to humans and dragons. He still attends the dragon festival, and is known to be a bit mysterious if not a bit mischievous. He seems to play by his own rules, messing with others in his own way. He gives information of both dragons and humans but not enough to be threatening to either race, seeming to do both harm and good for both. He loves eating humans, and used to burn down villages in his younger years, but now he seems content relaxing a bit more and getting free meals from Dragon Churches. Enjoys playing with riddles and tricks and messing with younger dragons, and he can come off as mean and cruel sometimes, until he actually helps out which can often confuse others of his intentions. Can sometimes show a strange kindness to others. He's often playful and teasing. Although he seems to keep a cool head most of the time, he does tend to be possessive in what he considers his and youngsters seeming not to realize that fact.

Background: Draken's hatching took around 1,000 years, and he aged to adult at fifty. In his younger years of teens and as a adult, he often went and burned down villages, gulping down humans as he went. Humans being his favored taste. His attacks calmed though and soon he stopped at the age of 100 when he turned into a grandfather. The humans of the Dragon Church made a deal with him, serving as one of their gods and in return he would receive peace and meals. Even those of humans that were meant to be executed. He agreed, deciding relaxing would be good for him. The dragon hunters took interest of a dragon so nearby, but could not use the old dragon for their needs, being protected by the church. So instead they wished for his assistance against his own kind. Draken sort of agreed, telling what sorts of dragons they caught were and the rules, but never revealed the location of any dragon homes or the dragon tribe, frustrating the dragon hunters with his little of help. Though when a dragon does attack where the town he is currently residing in, he will go out and protect it, so the hunters have little to complain about. In turn though, Draken attends the festivals and reveals some information he has on humans to his own kind, but also not revealing too much. Seeming to find this almost a amusing game. Or simply another test for those he meets. Who can say?

He has a few hatchlings in his years, one of them being Damia.

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Tharak

Name: Tharak
Age: 35
Job: Hunter
Looks:

Stands around 7'0
Background & Personality: As a young boy, his village was burned down by a dragon that slaughtered his family. Rage burned through him and he swore he would lead these creatures into extinction. He trained and joined the Sinister Saints at the young age of twelve, working up the ranks to become of the heads. He has killed so many dragons, that he's been able to make different sets of dragon bone armor. As well as harness their magic to make use of. Of course though he wants to lead dragons into extinction, he regrettably allows the guild to perform their curious experiments into making magical weapons as well as a attempt to make dragon riders and to be able to create their own dragons for their uses. He doubts their ideas but follows anyhow, only wanting to kill the beasts.

A man who is very cruel to dragons, viewing them as destructive beasts, he shows little to no mercy towards them. He doesn't care if he had to kill a dragon child to get what he wishes and will torture any dragon as he sees fit. He also hates those who enjoys dragons, including the Dragon Church, believing Dragons have corrupted their minds. Though he is malicious, cruel, and cold darted toward dragons and dragon followers, he seems to be a kind man towards fellow humans and a natural born leader. Helping out those who asks and never seems to ask for favors or money when it comes to helping people.

Plot Idea: Being a head Hunter to hunt down dragons.

Aster

Name
Aster

Dragon age
Adult

Age from hatching
290

Gender
Male

Magic
His magic consists of the mixture of the two elements, fire and water. He can breathe either element or both to create a steam breathe. He can manipiluate fire or water into floating swords, using them against any opponent he has. His water magic has the ability to heal wounds and even suck out poisons.

Dragon looks:

Large scar going from his right eye to the top of his right wing all the way across it. His scales are colorful, depending on how one looks at him, the scales can change from red, blue and purple. He's quite large, his body as long as 400 feet and being as tall as 500 feet. Two long dark colored curved horns curving slightly upwards. Has fur along his head, back and tail with the frills.

Compact looks:

Large scar going from his right eye down to his hip. Usually wears a light gray scarf to help cover his face. He has bright glowing purple eyes, and scales over his shoulders and chest. Stands around 5'8. Has long red hair going down to the middle of his back, though it's pulled in a neat low ponytail while the rest of his hair is messy and a little spikey, covering his oddly purple eyes usually.

Personality
Aster is more of a reclusive dragon, preferring to be by himself. He doesn't talk much and acts pretty cold most of the time, but in reality he is pretty lonely and has a kind heart. He's caring for his fellow dragons and most living things, even humans whom he's terrified of. He gets a bit bitter if someone makes fun of his flying. He's pretty cold to strangers, though is mostly nervous and shy to both humans and dragons alike. He enjoys swimming or just relaxing in a grassy field.

Background
Aster was a egg when he lost his parents. They lived in a secluded cave in the mountains, but they were killed by a ambush of human hunters. Taking the egg in their possession, they traveled to a human village, though they accidentally dropped it down a cliff. Luckily, the egg did not break, but their was a large crack on the right side of it. It had been a long 800 years since his parents birthed his egg, and it only took five more after his egg was taken.

After he was hatched, it was noticed he had a large scar over his right eye and over his wing. A sign of the consequence of dropping him as a egg. The humans didn't mind since it most likely meant he would not be able to fly away from them. They kept him chained, and had him on display just to show what they accomplished. Poked him with shock sticks to make him obey and cracked spiked whips. How heroic they were for slaughtering a family and taking a mere newborn as a slave.

As time went by, the young dragon tried calling, roaring for help, but none ever came from his own kind. They could not either hear him or they simply did not want to risk it. He did not know. Chained to the ground, and as much as he tried, his injured right wing would not carry him off he ground and it ached since the day he hatched.

When his one hundred days hit, he turned into his compact form, and the chained collar was choking him. His compact form was bigger at the time and it wasn't a great moment for Aster as he just about suffocated. Just then though, a human boy perhaps in his young teen years came to him. Unlocking the chain. There was no time to ask questions as his odd savior quickly dragged him out, putting a cloak over the dragon. His captors did not seem to recognize him as their pet dragon, so they ignored them.

For a couple of days, Aster stayed with the boy in a cave in the woods. The boy called himself Zafine. At the time Aster didn't have a name and merely shook his head in response, unsure how to exactly react to this situation. This boy was human, the creature that had tormented him all his life, but also his savior. Zafine decided to call him Aster, since his dragon form shimmered like a star. The boy then explained that Aster needed to go to the Dragon Tribe, where he'd be safe. Since Aster could not fly, he'd just have to walk in his compact form.

Aster wanted to question how the boy knew so much, but couldn't find the words. So he left, journeying to the Dragon Tribe. It took perhaps ten years, in which his dragon form was about a teen.

When he arrived they welcomed him, though the other young dragons made fun of him for being flightless. Pointing out that even the wingless skinny dragons could fly. Thankfully the elders were kind to him, one even helping him fix up his wing as best as they could. Even though, he's not the best flier and is prone to fall if it gets too exhausted.

After five years of living with the Dragon Tribe and learning the customs of his kind as well as he a better flier, he found himself unsure where to go next. It felt odd being among fellow Dragons since he was not born amongst them, yet he feared humans for what they did to him. Yet at the same time he kept thinking back on that young human boy whom had saved his life. Deciding to risk it, he flew back to where Zafine had nursed him to health at that cave. Of course, the boy was not there, instead it was a full grown man. Age twenty-three in human years, a time in their prime apparently.

Zafine was glad to see the beautiful dragon again, and greeted him with the same warmth he had showed as a boy. Aster found that he wasn't as afraid of this human... Perhaps the only human he did not fear. Staying at that cave, Aster lived mostly in his compact form, in fear that if any other human discovered him, they would kill him. His human comrade agreed, explaining that many hunters would adore his scales and sharp teeth and claws.

A couple years passed and everyday Zafine would come visit the dragon. This was the only person Aster found he could properly talk with, even smile and laugh. They talked about how humans and dragons lived, their fears, their dreams.... Until Aster found himself falling into a great sin. Falling in love with a human. It was quite ironic really, living the thing he feared... Yet Zafine was different from his tormentors. He was kind, and full of life, even went out of his way to make the dragon laugh.

It was wrong he knew, humans lived such tiny lives in comparison and their magic was much too small to produce a dragon egg... But he couldn't help it. He never felt lonely with this man around. So he accepted the fate of simply watching the human grow old, being with him until his last breathe. Aster chose to stay and watch as Zafine eventually found his own love with a beautiful human woman. Although painfully, he watched happily at his friend's happiness. After a few years, when Zafine was of thirty five years of age, he had his own children, a boy and a girl. Zafine happily showed Aster his family, and the children loved playing wih the dragon, though the wife was more wary.

Eight years after the children were born, something grave happen. Waking up in the middle of the night, Aster saw fire coming from the village. Worried for his human friends he went into the village in his compact form, only to discover Zafine's home burnt into ashes, scorch marks everywhere. He found the bodies of Zafine, his wife, and boy child dead and burnt. Their daughter crying over them.

At first, Aster was shocked at the sight before he heard a mighty roar in the skies. Looking up he saw a huge adult dragon raining hellfire upon the terrorized village. Shock and surprise soon passed into utter rage. Transforming into his true self, the young Dragon flew into a furious rage and confronted the other dragon in battle.

It was a difficult battle considering he was still a teen and he sustained quite a bit of injuries, he managed to drive the other dragon off. After it was over, he took Zafine's surviving daughter and flew off to a safer place. At the age of fifty he became a adult and left to live on his own by a lake, where he raised the human girl until she was old enough to be on her own, before leaving her in a human village to live amongst her own kind. Although she disputed the idea, Aster refused, insisting she was better off with other humans before leaving.

Over the years, he does check how the family of the human whom he once loved are fairing, though he is mostly forgotten, the humans he knew long dead.

Damia

Name
Damia

Dragon age
Child

Age from hatching
150

Gender
Female

Magic
Still being a child, Damia cannot do too much magic. She manages to make the basic dragon breath. The left head breathes a light green sparkling mist that gives a calming aroma that has minor healing factors and blooms flowers. Her right head breathes a more foul odar that can be suffocating if one breathes it in too long, as well as turns plants that breathe in enough into a more intellectual plant creatures.

Dragon looks

Damia is two headed dragon with a body like a snake and large set of wings just two feet below the split between the heads. She is a long dragon, about 30 feet long, but she isn't the biggest of dragons.

Compact looks

She stands around 5'0 and her scales are on her forehead, which she covers with her head band.

Personality
Damia is a bit of a odd sort, having a slight split personality. Most of the time, she's energetic and friendly to others. Eager to meet and greet with her fellow dragons amongst the tribe. Other times she is challenging and even violent, eager to to grow and be a mighty full grown dragon. She's adventurous, and enjoys exploring around the lands, but does not stray too far from the Dragon Tribe, not completely willing to meet with any confrontations like humans. Her heads tend to represent her inner thoughts. He left being the more friendly, do what's right, the right head being more ruthless. For example, with humans the left wouldn't want to hurt them, thinking maybe some are good, while the right would wonder how they would eat and notes they should rip them apart. It's like having the constant angel and devil on the shoulder banter.

Background
Damia was hatched into the tribe in the rookery amongst many other Dragon eggs. Her parents often being adventurous and flying off into other lands, meeting with other Dragon Tribes. Whenever they returned, they would share glorious tales of their adventures. Explaining different cultures some tribes had, as well as the intriguing news on the humans. Humans evolving with such odd knowledge with their technology and culture of their little wars. Some tales shining light upon them, some making them out to be savage monsters.

The other dragonlings teased her a bit for her two heads, since multi headed dragons were a bit rarer, but she either ignored them or snapped at them to be quiet. She dreams of being flying out on her own like her parents, but for now she settles with bugging the older dragons in telling her tales. Especially during the Dragon Festival.

Myrtle Harbird-Flower the Human

Name
Flight Officer Myrtle Harbird-Flower
Mary or Hary to friends.

Age
22

Job
Engineer/Pilot/Researcher

Looks


Background & Personality
Myrtle is a outgoing and adventurous individual who loves to travel in the skies. She likes deeming herself to be the best pilot around as well as the best one to fix up a skyship. One could call her a bit weird, since she often talks fast mostly about tech and gets overly excited in anything related to it and flying. She's a bit bold, not afraid to get into peoples faces or to drag them into something. Overall though, she's kind hearted and is willing to help out others in whatever way she can. Even if her way may not be the correct way. Tends to joke around a lot.

As a little girl, she's always dreamed of being in the skies. Her grand mother telling stories of a mighty creature called a dragon whom had raised her until she was old enough to be on her own. How it was to fly through the skies with the wind blowing through her hair. Although finding a dragon and flying by them would be a dream come true, Myrtle wanted to be able to fly on her own as well. So she studied hard in the city when she was just a young teen in engineering and piloting a skyship. Working hard enough to become a professional at the young age of sixteen. But her quest for knowledge never ceases as she researches ways to make skyships better, and to improve human transportation. What better way then to research dragons?

Myrtle was working one day, pondering on plans before remembering her grandmothers tale on the Dragon. She told her tales that there were several different kinds of dragons. Some using wings to fly, some even just using magic to fly, though she herself had never seen them. If this was true, then perhaps there could be a way to improve skyships. Though humans had not nearly close enough magic talent to a dragon, some specialized in it and perhaps researching the creatures would overall assist in human lives. So she set off to search for the dragon her grandmother had lived with. A difficult search indeed, but thanks to some descriptions on the creatures habits and looks, as well as a skyship... She eventually managed to find him.

Plot Idea
For years, humans have been living well off their flying machines for travel as well as using weapons to hunt, but their resources are a bit dwindling, making it more difficult to use their machines efficiently. Myrtle hopes to learn from Dragons, the creatures who are long lived and most likely hold the greatest knowledge in many manners such as magic, a potential resource that could be used to assist powering the machines. As well as possible trading partners. But to know someone of such a different culture, one must be full in it. What better way to learn but by being right in the middle of dragon social life and customs revealed in a festival? And if dragons wish, they could come and do the same in the human world. Of course hiding their identity since humans freak out a lot. Good luck to Myrtle hiding dragons in the city though.

Revenge of Arion (High-Casual Sci-Fi RP)

AgentFallenSoul said
The Mon'Daar was a nice touch Foxy, Allowed me to set up the next obstacle lol

Hehe thank you :3

Silver Fox Character Sheets

Adi

Old Man: Hello there stranger, you must forgive me for leaving you out in the sun like that. I thought you were dead. What's your name?

You: Adi Mark Vlll

Old Man: A pleasure... truly. I'm Doctor Thomduke. I live here, on this blessed island. Hey! Would you look at that! A smooth pebble. Excuse me, these things are very valuable.

You: I do not register these as valuables. Please initiate reasoning.

Old Man: *Laughs* Why because they're smooth of course! Can never have too many smooth pebbles, no sir! So what are you anyway? Under all that seaweed and sand, I can't tell if you're a man or woman. A human or a werewolf! And I don't like to presume. Last time I presumed one of you drifts was something, I got it wrong; my leg hasn't worked right ever since, and that was years ago. Never heard a man with such feminine tone, let me tell ya!

You: I do not have a gender. I am a metallic synthetic form to serve human needs.

Old Man: Well is that so? Let me get some of that seaweed off you, so's old Thomduke can take a proper look. I am a doctor, after all. You can trust me!

Character Physical Description:

I stand 5'5 and have a lean build, with silver hair and blue eyes. Equipped with black feline ears on my head.

Old Man: You polish up nicely now don't you? Well, everything looks fine, but let's get that sand out of your face. I can't say I'm a fan of sand, no sir, it gets stuck right up my nostrils so it does.

Character Age: Creation three years ago. Based ideal age eighteen.

Old Man: Huh, thought you were older... never mind, that's a good thing right? Hey! Look! Right down there, move your foot for me, yes, that's it! Two smooth pebbles in one day, woohooo Thomduke mister, you're aiming for the high life! Oh, oh excuse me. Yes, ahem, where you from stranger? ... You can't remember? Well shoot, you must've taken a pretty hard knock to the skull. Saw your ship coming in, I did, ploughed right into those rocks over yonder. If it makes you feel any better, yours weren't the first to do that, and it wont be the last.

I don't be supposing that you have yourself a certain set of skills, do ya? Skills are mighty important round this island of mine.

You: I have been programmed for useful functions for ideal human services. Cooking, cleaning, reading, basic knowledge of edible foods and swordsmanship for protection. As well as multilingual capabilities for travel and communication.

Old Man: Wha- wow. That all? Well, it's better than nothing. Damn, when I came here, I weren't even a doctor - I was a cabin boy! Can you believe that? I guess if I've made it this far, then you'll be just fine. Anyways, with all that said, I guess I best be letting you get on. You're not the only survivor from that wreck over there, no sir, I found a few of you laying about the place. Most weren't so lucky, but that's okay, means more pebbles for us! Oh yes sir, yes it does.

Ah, yeah wait, before I go. I took the liberty of looting your there "corpse" for anything valuable. My bad, I honestly thought you were a dead'n. Here's your stuff, I don't take from the living. That's not me, no sir. I leave that kind of wickedness to the others.

Character Clothing and Equipment: I've been stylized with a black t-shirt with a black coat and black jeans. Wearing a choker and a silver necklace for decoration. Equipping oneself with a Japanese katana, internal heater and a cooking pot. As well some headphones for some music that comes along with my programming. I come with several accessory sets to suit human interests. Cooking set, Attraction set, Entertainment set, Servant set and Cosplay set.

Old Man: Well, I'll be seeing ya down the ole dusty trail I be supposing. But hey, you look like the nice sort, so lemme give you a tip: stay away from anything old looking, over there in the jungle. Lot of mischief to be had there, yes there is. Spirits and ghouls, you know? Don't believe me? Well, maybe you should go and have a look- oh, oh oh and one more thing. Take a little care if ya be coming across some other people. Lot of them have been stranded on here almost as long as I have; makes the mind sour, being stuck in a place like this. Can't figure it out myself, I've been here most my life, and I'm fine! WAIT, WAIT, STOP, GET BACK. Yes, yes, one more step. Look, another pebble! Three's the word! Woohooo!

Silver Fox Character Sheets

Dragon Age Lynare/Adale

Name: Lynare
Race: Dalish Elf
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Stands around 5'5, has darker red tribal forest Dalish tattoos only the forehead. Bas blue eyes.
Description: Lynare was forced to be a Grey Warden after her Dalish camp was under attack by Darkspawn. Fighting bravely, she slaughtered many on her home and the Dalish tribe own but she was inflicted by taint. A Grey Warden happened by and saw the fighting, impressed by Lynare's skill. He then demanded that she join, both for his cause and to save her life. Unhappily, she went along.

Name: Adale
Race: City Elf
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Description: A apostate Mage who was born in Orlais. Brought up in a allienage , he discovered his magic at the age of 8, in which he was taken to the Circle at the age of twelve when he was discovered with magic. In later years when Templars were escorting him along with some other mages to Fereldan's circle, Darkspawn attacked. A Grey Warden showed up and witnessed Adale's skill with magic, invoking his right to recruit him, Adale's went to be a Grey Warden willingly.