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Born too late to explore the world; born too early to explore the galaxy.
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Bio

I'll eventually get a real bio in here.

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Name: Vala'Keer
Age: In humanly old
Race: Draconian - tall, scales, war-centered
Abilities: As a Blademaster and an assistant to the Shaman, Vala'Keer is skilled in the use of many weapons, including but not limited to swords, axes, maces, warhammers, bows, recurve or long, throwing knives or axes, etc., while being able to summon floating balls of light or heat, and create runes to enchant or influence entities or objects.
Weapon of choice: throwing axe, waraxe
Personality: Grim, serious, and generally just a no-nonsense kind of magical creature.
Appearance: 6' 9", murky green-colored scales, surprisingly narrow-shouldered and wiry, though it's obvious that his muscles would still best even a stronger humans'. Little fat, mostly muscle. They have a neck that extends longer and more forward than many other humanoid creatures- more like a lizard than a human neck. Their eyes are slitted pupils, a strange, icy-blue iris within, glittering with deadly intelligence.
Short bio: Lived in the marshy swamps where his kind can be found, in one of the larger tribes. Humans come to exterminate, and he unites the clans to keep them from fighting each other, and fight the humans instead. The humans come, they search, and they don't find anyone, and then when their guard begins to lower, the Draconian united jumps from the marshy depths and attacks. Should there have been more even ground, with humans less powerful and technologically advanced, they would've lost. However, because of their technology and numbers, the Draconians were pushed back, and exterminated, even though human casualties were high. Vala'keer escaped with several of his own into the oceans; swimming out, he was the only one that made it to the island, carrying an artifact given by an unknown entity, possibly a god, that was prophesied to be able to restart his people, and bring them back from extinction.
I'm interested, even more so with Loki being a girl intead of a guy (was confused at first XD)

Is this modern? I assume so- there weren't really archeologists in the times of axe-swinging and public beheadings.
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POST, YOU HERETIC
I have a very good idea for this.

I'm in.
Also:

If you try to control EVERYONE all across the island by bringing them there and NONE of them, even if their natures is based on killing, ever raised a hand against each other. EmFell alone would just sit on everybody, or break peoples' necks from him bumping into others with wingbones, legs, feet, etc.

Don't do that. Also, you might wanna use a spellchecker- it'll help with your spelling.
Willy Wonkers couldn't believe all this; he vaguely had the sense that he didn't go anywhere in his old life except to the fridge for a snack or a coke. He much less expected to be traveling across the world using... questionable... methods, and find himself on the doorstep of the first of his kind- for he was no longer human. This brought some mixed emotions, of course, since he felt as if he were rather content before, if lonely and desperate for a friend, but now he had several that were more or less his age- and they were all rather... ah, acceptably pretty. To say the least.

Beyond that, no one had really seemed to talk much; each of the fledgelings had seemed more absorbed in trying to decode various impressions from their past, or at least, he assumed so. That's what he had been doing, between stops where he enthusiastically found snacks of all flavors. Much to his chagrin, he had also found a rather large, fleshy snack that had left him quite sated, but feeling horribly conflicted. He eventually solved the dilemma by pointing out to himself that Americans were horribly racist and there were too many humans in the world anyways- and they'll all die anyways, so why not help an immortal being along the way?

That didn't sate his emotions nearly as well as fresh blood did his thirst.

At the very least, he had done it in the middle of the night during a stop, away from everyone else. At least they hadn't all piled on the poor soul like a bunch of zombies hungering for fresh meat...which hit closer to home than Will first realized.

But now they were there, and he, being enthusiastically paranoid, kept glancing everywhere, clearly expected something to happen. He wasn't narrowminded by nature, and books that he couldn't remember taught him many things- and one person seemed to be staring, though he never actually straight-up caught him. Besides the nibbling persistent suspicion that he was being watched, he went on exploring the little stalls hopeful vendors had set up in the hopes of selling. Even though mortal food was no longer required, Will still ate as much chips, chocolate, Dippin' Dots, pastries, and meats that he could get his hands on. He had a particular liking of sourdough bread- going so far as to buying a loaf of it, and just munching on it, occasionally offering to his unwilling vampire fledglings. He was a vampire- and he was pretty sure that the metabolism was really upped to the point of food having little to no effect.

But it kept tasting so good to him. His appetite was endless. The only one to be able to eat the massive burrito and get it free, precisely because it was so big that the owner let people have it for free if it was finished in one sitting.
Come on, really? I'm going to post then, since no one else wants to.
I like it!
Prolly just us.

Wanna reboot?
Note: Heavily WIP, and I think this'll be so for probably this week or more, since I'm not feeling very energetic, and I have writer's block for roleplay rn.

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