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I'm guessing were not supposed to have any Fighters at the start, if we came from a peaceful place. I'm guessing skills that would make sense is reading, writing, math, singing, botany and all that boring stuff?


What about someone who grew up posh and fancies themselves a duelist? I'd like to play that kind of character.
Interested. More info on the Traveller? Also, I'm not sure if this is supposed to be an unspoken rule or not, but are civilians allowed to start out even a fraction as badass as the Traveller?
COMMUNIST ENGAGED I mean I'm interested. Yeah. Totally what I meant.
Fáfnir Iron-claw

Fáfnir blinked. She was floating upside-down. That... that wasn't something you saw every day. Was she a ghost?

Realizing she was staring in a manner most unbecoming of her, she screwed her eyes open and shut, then coughed, clearing her throat. A small candle-flame puffed out of her mouth.

"Yes, I um, get that a lot. Hello, spirit. My name is Fáfnir Iron-claw," she said in a booming voice, regaining her proper posture as she puffed out her chest, hand over her heart. "My father was an admiral in the navy, and I come from a long line of noble dragons. This was to be my first excursion into the heart of the human world, but..."

Her mind raced, trying to think of something appropriate to say now that she'd talked herself into a corner. She felt a cold drop of rain dampen her cap, and shuddered.

"But this abominable weather is making a fool out of me. If I could, I would swallow these blasted clouds whole," she said boastfully. Hopefully that would get her back on track. If they were a ghost, she might at least be able to make one friend. Maybe.

"What of you, spirit? Are you perchance headed to the Academy? If so, I would deign for you to accompany me," she said, flourishing. "The invitation of a dragon is not something to be spurned."
Is it a cute dog? Whether or not I accept this is dependent on the answer.


That depends, honestly. Do you think Jack Russell Terriers are cute and do you mind a bit grey hair/general old doggy problems? If yes then no you'd probably like my dog. I don't like her right now, but that's only because she's been whining and peeing all over stuff all week :P

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Nope, you get to post, and post now. Tell doggie to give you ideas. :p


Oh she has ideas. She's got a system. She will go outside when she doesn't have to pee and do it every five seconds just to get treats, and when you do something she doesn't like, like leaving her all alone with only me to take care of her for a week for example, she will pee on things (usually your bed) to make you aware that she is displeased with your hubris.

My dog has ideas. They're just the kind of ideas that keep me too busy/stressed/distracted to post.
I might not be able to post for a little while on account of me being distracted by dogsitting, so just a heads up.
Couldn't quite think of how to end that, so I posted it before I decided to go to bed. Night everyone.
Fáfnir Iron-claw sighed as she approached the Academy, still a long ways off in the distance. She held a picture of her parents in her fingers... claws... talons... digits, and although she could be flying (or more accurately gliding), she chose to walk.

Another new school. That meant another new place to live, another new city to get used to walking around in, and another new opportunity to explain to everyone who passed her in the street why she had horns and claws and why are you wearing that coat dearie, isn't it heavy? Oh my! What is that on your back?! Ohhhhh! followed by fainting or shocked silence. Another set of curious, wandering eyes to pin their gaze at her.

She sighed. Honestly, sometimes it was all just too much.

She stared at the picture, a cheap polaroid sent via mail by her father, an old-fashioned man who refused to learn how to use a cellphone. It was a picture from his vacation he spent visiting her mother. Every year he did this, but Fáfnir was never allowed to come along. Something about it being improper and not befitting of a true dragon...

Fáfnir growled. So frustrating! She wanted to meet mom too! Why couldn't she go along with him instead of coming here?
I'll post sometime in the next few hours before I go to bed.
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Fighting kinda ruins it for me actually. I joined this because I like academy school roleplays not because I love to have battles between my Lycan and other random characters, especially since it's usually just a pissing contest, besides that's simply Elize's personality anyhow. I'm sorry you see things differently.


I think he might fighting in the emotional/social sense.
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