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firejay1
The Phoenix Queen
Name: Nitina Maki
Age: 31
Race: Draconian (doesn't know what her other half is)
Gender: Female
Bond: newly searching
Background: Grew up hated and persecuted by everyone in her community. Her mother abandoned her, and she was taken in by a nice human, who tried to shelter her from the hatred around her, though she knew anyways. After the man died an early death of disease, she was kicked out of the village. She grieved over him for a long time, but made her way with her wits.
Personality: Tries to always stay cheerful, and gabs on with her bond, but is quieter with strangers, because she doesn't trust them, used to maltreatment. Hides her identity as a draconian if possible. Is insecure about other people liking her which sometimes comes out in her shyness. Is difficult to angry.
Appearance: Fairly short, slender, light-skinned. Hair is dirty-blonde and tied up into a sloppy pony tail, with a very small, thin braid going down the right side. Dark brown leggings, light blue tunic. Very rounded features. Doesn't look any particular age, but acts much younger.
Inventory: Always keeps extra hair bands, some pencils and a small, waterproof, fireproof book that she writes botanical information in, a rope, a spyglass, and an extra change of clothes, strapped to her back. Likes to collect dried foods, in case she can't get food for long periods of time.
Weapons: Double hunting knives, with elaborately carved handles her parents left with her when they abandoned her, and a mini-catapult on left arm, that shoots thin, sharp sticks she makes herself. Her foster father made it for her.
Other: BOND. Will eat most anything and likes shiny things.
Age: 31
Race: Draconian (doesn't know what her other half is)
Gender: Female
Bond: newly searching
Background: Grew up hated and persecuted by everyone in her community. Her mother abandoned her, and she was taken in by a nice human, who tried to shelter her from the hatred around her, though she knew anyways. After the man died an early death of disease, she was kicked out of the village. She grieved over him for a long time, but made her way with her wits.
Personality: Tries to always stay cheerful, and gabs on with her bond, but is quieter with strangers, because she doesn't trust them, used to maltreatment. Hides her identity as a draconian if possible. Is insecure about other people liking her which sometimes comes out in her shyness. Is difficult to angry.
Appearance: Fairly short, slender, light-skinned. Hair is dirty-blonde and tied up into a sloppy pony tail, with a very small, thin braid going down the right side. Dark brown leggings, light blue tunic. Very rounded features. Doesn't look any particular age, but acts much younger.
Inventory: Always keeps extra hair bands, some pencils and a small, waterproof, fireproof book that she writes botanical information in, a rope, a spyglass, and an extra change of clothes, strapped to her back. Likes to collect dried foods, in case she can't get food for long periods of time.
Weapons: Double hunting knives, with elaborately carved handles her parents left with her when they abandoned her, and a mini-catapult on left arm, that shoots thin, sharp sticks she makes herself. Her foster father made it for her.
Other: BOND. Will eat most anything and likes shiny things.
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AshenLily
*Le Yawn*
Name: Aryaxxa
Age: 249 (appears approximately 25 in human years)
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Bond: Hórë
Background: Aryaxxa's past is well concealed. Robbed of her sight early in her life, by the abuse of her father, she has done quite a bit of dabbling with dark magic, both for offensive purposes, as well as the ability of artificial sight, and has been dubbed a "Dark Elf" by those among her kind. Though she detests the label, it is quite accurate. She seeks a Bond to save the world, though more for furthering her won agenda, rather than to do good.
Personality: At a glance, Aryaxxa is arrogant, prideful, and cocky, though deep down, she longs for acceptance, and the compassion of others. She is kind to those around her, provided there's some benefit in it for her, at the time, and is very quick-witted. She prefers the company of others to being alone, though would never admit it to anyone. Secretly, she longs for the companionship a Bond would bring.
Appearance: Her waist-long hair prematurely white, Aryaxxa stands at an average Elven height of 5'4. She is very fair-skinned, and takes pride in her appearance, usually adorned with grand hairpins and jewelry. She bears a deep scar, that runs from the right side of her forehead, down through her eye, and lips, ending in the center of her chin. Her pale, silver-colored eyes have been seen by very few over the years, due to the blindfold she wears, though it is rumored among those who once knew her, that the beauty they contain is unparalleled.
Inventory: A variety of jewelry, none of the pieces possess any magical qualities. Wears a silver-threaded cloth, tied around her head, serving as a blindfold, to hide her handicap.
Weapons: Aryaxxa carries a single long-sword, of magical craft. The blade has been forged, never to break, bend, or dull.
Aryaxxa commands a wide variety of magic, though none very powerful. Over the course of her studies, she elected to expand her knowledge of different magic types, rather than mastering a single type. As such, she can cast many different types of spells, though most are too weak to be considered in combat. She specializes in illusion/deception magic.
Other: Though blind for most of her life, Aryaxxa has extraordinarily strong hearing, partially as a direct result from being an Elf, and partially due to the loss of her sight. Aryaxxa has learned over the years, to use her magic, to process sounds she hears as thoughts. While maintaining the spell, she is able to effectively see the world in a skeleton form, only viewing outlines, and shapes, though never seeing the detail, or beauty within.
Okie dokie. That's it. Let me know if you have any questions/concerns/would like me to make any changes. Thanks!
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Yang
Senior Member
Name: Tanith
Age: 53
Race: Dragon
Gender: Female
Bond: Nitina
Background: Tanith was shunned because of her strange color. While the rest of her family were gold dragons, she turned out being purple, a distinctively evil color. Her mother tossed her out of the den soon after birth, and she was found by a wise old elf, who cared for her and taught her everything he knew. He died only a year after he found her, and she flew away, tormented with feelings of grief and betrayal. Tanith found a young human boy who she thought would be her bond, and she traveled with him for nearly 40 years, until he betrayed her and nearly got her killed(i plan to elaborate on this is the rp). After that, she wandered around for another 3 years, until she ran into Nitina , who she discovered was very similar in many ways to herself. She knows that this is a truly good bond, although she has not told her bond many things about herself, including the human boy.
Personality: Tanith is quiet, observant, and confident. She is a natural leader, and wastes no time with silly socializing-unless you get her drunk. Then she turns into the kind of dragon she was when she lived with the elf. In other words, she becomes outgoing, fun, chatty, and it is hard to get her to stop talking. But for the most part, she is kind and tends to speak in riddles-unless she's drunk.
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(Now that I think about it, getting a dragon who is 5 times as big as a large mansion drunk would not be a good idea.)
Inventory: Her rider ( xD lol), as for her human form, she carries a long, thin sword, and a change of clothes. (Trousers and a blouse)
Weapons: Claws, tail, and fire breathing.
Other: I do not believe so.
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Mack Daddy
Member
Name: Teekur
Age: 63 (20 Physically)
Race: Shatugal: Elf/Dwarf
Gender: Male
BOND: Searching
Background:
Born to a family with a long history of dragon hunting, it seems unlikely he would ever be trying to become a rider. However, he and his mother were disowned at birth after his mother, an elf, gave birth to a Shatugal. A mutt. A half-breed between the noble elven heritage and dwarves. It was unacceptable to his family. They were allowed to stay in the village, and train but no longer as a noble. He received training to hunt and kill dragons, and even obtained the gear necessary to to do so. But when the blue-bloods attacked and destroyed the village, it seemed all hope was lost. Teekur did what he could to protect his mother, but he messed up and got burned. It leaves a scar down his back to this day. Yet still, he and his mother survived due to the unexpected coming of a dragon to save them from the massacre. Teekur and his other are the only ones living from the village. They awoke on a hillside far away, in an old dragon's nest, but the dragon was no where to be found. That event changed the way he thought about his training, and the dragons themselves. He no fights to protect them, and possibly return the favor that the dragon had done for him.
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Protective of his family and those he trusts. He works hard to show he is of some worth to others, especially revolving around his family disowning him, because of this supposed worthlessness. He has had make all of his own weaponry and such, making what he does have worth more to him. Being a dwarf and elf causes his anger to be very extreme often going on rampages if provoked.
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5' Flat - 120lbs - Black Hair - Light Blue Eyes
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Small filleting knife, and a canteen for water and wine. Med Kit in case of injury (Gauze, Wrap, Cleaning Fluids, Stitching Equipment). Small pouch of money from different species.
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Self-made, therefore custom armour to fit him. A falchion sword with dragon scaled hilt, a thicker edge for blocking, a sharp edge for slicing, and a pointed tip for jabbing. He also has a bow made of a dragon wing- the membrane for the string and flexible bone for the solid part of the bow. To go with the bow are arrows of course strong, sturdy, and long.
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Name: Tycium
Age: 132
Race: Dragon
Gender: Male
Bond: Waiting to BOND
Background:
Mankind has mistaken his family for angels and demons for centuries. Their grey-silver silhouettes seem to change on the situation. Their scales just change depending on how light reflects. As an egg he was separated from his family by mislead child. He grew on his own learning his abilities and often getting on many species last nerve as he was reckless with no rules. However, during one of his hunting trips he was caught by his family, in order to defend their name from being smudged. They taught him finer control and abilities of the dragon species. He has since then returned to his freedom, but now acts more restrained.
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His developing years did exactly that, develop him into the dangerous, wild dragon he was. He often takes more chances, and will do things others seem below them or too dangerous. He now knows what is good and evil, and likes to bend the line. He has not met his match physically and so is especially cocky.
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Just around 6m tall to his head, smaller for his family, but allows incredibly sharp turns and maneuvers.
Retractile claws, and a beak like mouth with very small razor like teeth.
HUMAN FORM
1.9m tall - silver hair - chiseled features - like picture but without nails
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Blades, Armor, Cloak, Mask, Small Purse of Gold
Weapons:
Tail has hard blades, that are also used as fins for flying.
Weapons on Normal to Dragon Anatomy.
Curved blades for slicing, and cutting - blades on armour.
Other:
Fire is either released in almost lava like short bolts, or a wide enduring flame
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Sabr4
Dirty Dan
Also guys when I make my Draconian character I will need a Dragon to bond with. SO if any of you want to apply just message me.
firejay1
The Phoenix Queen
Are we allowed to make more than one character?
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Sabr4
Dirty Dan
WARNING!!!
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Dragons can talk. Also Dragons have a humanoid like form they can change into. Dragons and riders can speak through there minds.
ALL DRAGON APPS PLEASE ADD A APPEARANCE FOR YOUR DRAGON'S HUMANOID FORM!!!
When you do this post in OOC on this post telling me you did so.
Thank you!
"I will restore this world." -Axel "Titanium"
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Name - Axel "Titanium" Breezetooth
Age - 89 (21)
Race - Draconian (Half Elf-Half Dragon)
Gender: Male
Bond: Zara
Background: Axel was born in a small town called Silverwood. It was a place where all races were welcome, and this town rested on the base of a mountain. About 4 years after Axel was born a large boulder crushed him. The towns men were able to remove the rock, but to everyone's surprise Axel had only sustained bruises. After Axel had recovered he found that he was nicknamed Titanium, they said he had bones made of Titanium for only something as strong as Titanium could have withstood the boulder's might. When Axel grew up he became a bounty hunter, considering his race didn't offer many job options. One year Axel decided to come home only to find his town had been destroyed by other worldly beings. The Blue-Bloods.
Axel vowed for revenge and enrolled into the retaliation force against the Blue-Bloods. Many years passed and the war had had devastating effects on the earth, and the Blue-Bloods were closing in for the final blow. Then it happened. The bond that gave earth a chance to fight back. Axel soon found himself as general of the Dragon Rider army. Axel no Titanium will crush the Blue-Bloods and lead the Riders to victory.
Personality: Very quiet, serious. Axel is very secluded to everyone except for his Dragon. His race made sure of that. People persecute Draconians so he learned to keep to himself.
Inventory: The necessities.
Weapons: Axel wields a large double headed lance, and a One-handed sword with a red jewel in its pommel.
Other: BOND
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firejay1
The Phoenix Queen
Name: Pyerna
Age: 119
Race: Dragon
Gender: Female
Bond: Teekur.
Background: Grew up in a normal dragon brood, with a very relaxed family, hidden from the blue bloods and the other species. With an independent, but competitive spirit, she loved to explore and race with her kin. She liked to interact with the other species, once she found them, in her human form, without them knowing she was a dragon. This is probably supposed to go into the personality section, but her fascination with the shunned and more interesting others got her kidnapped. Curious about a Shatugal, she followed him and got ambushed. When she woke up, she was far away and captured. It was easy to break out, in her dragon form, but she was lost. Wandering for a while, she eventually found her rider. Isn't looking for big scale revenge against the Blue Bloods, but doesn't like them and fights them in her own way.
Personality: Competitive, friendly, very confident, and a little self-centered. She's both empathetic, and has a very mild protective streak, neither of which she'd ever admit because of her pride, and is a strong proponent of justice. She'll stick up for others, no matter who they are, but knows better than to get herself ever captured again, so is constantly on the move, and looks out for herself and her bond. Likes to play tricks on her rider, but is always trying to improve his self-esteem.
Appearance: ((You can ignore the little person))
Human Form: Tall, slender, and athletic, with straight, long, raven-black hair, brown skin, pitch black eyes. Basically, a bit reminiscent of her dragon form, pointy in a fluid way. She's very pretty. Wears worn, loose, but serviceable cloth and bare feet. Her black hair is half up loosely.
Inventory: Floss, a water flask, a money pouch, a map and compass, usually keeps a little animal fat with her for chapping, making her scales shine, and making sure damp things catch fire (without her breathing on it for hours on end).
Weapons: Normal dragon arsenal, rapier that she straps to her side when she's in dragon form.
Other: Loves racing, though she doesn't get to often in her dragon form. Adores the stars. Never expected to find her BOND.
Age: 119
Race: Dragon
Gender: Female
Bond: Teekur.
Background: Grew up in a normal dragon brood, with a very relaxed family, hidden from the blue bloods and the other species. With an independent, but competitive spirit, she loved to explore and race with her kin. She liked to interact with the other species, once she found them, in her human form, without them knowing she was a dragon. This is probably supposed to go into the personality section, but her fascination with the shunned and more interesting others got her kidnapped. Curious about a Shatugal, she followed him and got ambushed. When she woke up, she was far away and captured. It was easy to break out, in her dragon form, but she was lost. Wandering for a while, she eventually found her rider. Isn't looking for big scale revenge against the Blue Bloods, but doesn't like them and fights them in her own way.
Personality: Competitive, friendly, very confident, and a little self-centered. She's both empathetic, and has a very mild protective streak, neither of which she'd ever admit because of her pride, and is a strong proponent of justice. She'll stick up for others, no matter who they are, but knows better than to get herself ever captured again, so is constantly on the move, and looks out for herself and her bond. Likes to play tricks on her rider, but is always trying to improve his self-esteem.
Appearance: ((You can ignore the little person))
Human Form: Tall, slender, and athletic, with straight, long, raven-black hair, brown skin, pitch black eyes. Basically, a bit reminiscent of her dragon form, pointy in a fluid way. She's very pretty. Wears worn, loose, but serviceable cloth and bare feet. Her black hair is half up loosely.
Inventory: Floss, a water flask, a money pouch, a map and compass, usually keeps a little animal fat with her for chapping, making her scales shine, and making sure damp things catch fire (without her breathing on it for hours on end).
Weapons: Normal dragon arsenal, rapier that she straps to her side when she's in dragon form.
Other: Loves racing, though she doesn't get to often in her dragon form. Adores the stars. Never expected to find her BOND.
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Cupid Crawler
"I vill alvays hit mien mark!"
Name: Ráeru
Age: 27
Race: War-beast (Elf/Wolf)
Gender: Male
Bond: searching for BOND
Background: Ráeru was one of very few Elven War-Beasts, as such he was a rather difficult and impulsive child, so it came to no one's surprise but his own when his mother sold him off to slavers. Along the way towards his true captivity, where slave masters trained the newly bought and captured, his buyers tortured him in ways many would deem cruel to even the lowest of criminals. It was only by chance that his group was attacked by a rag tag bunch of bandits that killed one of his buyers, only managing to injure the other before he got away. The bandits were not cruel enough to simply leave the children, however they only freed a handful, Ráeru was not one of those lucky few. It was by sheer determination and the painful dislocation of his wrist that he managed to get free of the ropes binding him. From that day on, the young War-beast swore to not trust another person until they truly earned it and had kept away from civilization out of fear of being caught and traded again. There were many years where he simply roamed the forest as a feral beast that couldn't be tamed, but he always managed to keep enough of his humanity to aid lost travelers through the woods. Though not in the most conventional means, usually scaring them in the right direction.
Personality: Ráeru is a very quiet individual, speaking rarely though his thoughts tend to wander sporatically at times. His years in the forest have caused his behavior to be more animal than man, usually growling in displeasure, snarling in anger, scenting those he deems as not being a threat. Ráeru is also surprisingly caring to those smaller and weaker than him, always careful to come off as non-threatening towards the children he helped through the forest and caring for injured and sick animals that were hurt by a force outside nature (civilization).
Appearance: Ráeru is more Elf than animal, though his actions and personality suggest otherwise.
Ráeru has the standard retractable claws and fangs that most wolf halves have.
Inventory: Just his clothes and Beaded leather throng he uses to tie up his hair when he gets to hot.
Weapons: A small, bone blade from a deer.
Other: Has the heightened senses of smell, sight, and hearing that wolves have as well as slightly accelerated healing from being a War-beast. He also craves contact with people, though he tries to deny it.
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Name: Hórë
Age: 70
Race: Dragon
Gender: Male
Bond: Aryaxxa
Background: Born from a small family of white ice dragons from the south, where the area is populated my mainly fire dragons. Hórë trained to be the best that he could be, his father, the main general for a southern noble taught him many lessons in swordsmanship. His mother, ever the tactician, taught him to think in carefully planned methods, ensuring that he never moved away from the plans he set forth. it was only after twenty straight years of training that he was allowed, by his lord, parents, and himself, to travel freely throughout the realm. and has been doing so for the past 30 years in order to find someone worthy to be bound to.
Personality: Hórë is a thoughtful dragon, usually thinking everything through carefully. He is also a bit sarcastic, answering many questions with abnormally high levels of snark. This does not mean he is cocky, Hórë knows his limits, he simply loves annoying others with his quick comebacks to almost any situation.
Appearance:
Inventory: Not much aside from some common clothes and armour.
Weapons: A simple sword is the only weapon he owns aside from those all dragons are born with.
Other: Has a strange facination with cats, hopes to keep one as a pet if he ever settles down in one place. Hopes to have a strong BOND with his rider/partner.
Age: 27
Race: War-beast (Elf/Wolf)
Gender: Male
Bond: searching for BOND
Background: Ráeru was one of very few Elven War-Beasts, as such he was a rather difficult and impulsive child, so it came to no one's surprise but his own when his mother sold him off to slavers. Along the way towards his true captivity, where slave masters trained the newly bought and captured, his buyers tortured him in ways many would deem cruel to even the lowest of criminals. It was only by chance that his group was attacked by a rag tag bunch of bandits that killed one of his buyers, only managing to injure the other before he got away. The bandits were not cruel enough to simply leave the children, however they only freed a handful, Ráeru was not one of those lucky few. It was by sheer determination and the painful dislocation of his wrist that he managed to get free of the ropes binding him. From that day on, the young War-beast swore to not trust another person until they truly earned it and had kept away from civilization out of fear of being caught and traded again. There were many years where he simply roamed the forest as a feral beast that couldn't be tamed, but he always managed to keep enough of his humanity to aid lost travelers through the woods. Though not in the most conventional means, usually scaring them in the right direction.
Personality: Ráeru is a very quiet individual, speaking rarely though his thoughts tend to wander sporatically at times. His years in the forest have caused his behavior to be more animal than man, usually growling in displeasure, snarling in anger, scenting those he deems as not being a threat. Ráeru is also surprisingly caring to those smaller and weaker than him, always careful to come off as non-threatening towards the children he helped through the forest and caring for injured and sick animals that were hurt by a force outside nature (civilization).
Appearance: Ráeru is more Elf than animal, though his actions and personality suggest otherwise.
Inventory: Just his clothes and Beaded leather throng he uses to tie up his hair when he gets to hot.
Weapons: A small, bone blade from a deer.
Other: Has the heightened senses of smell, sight, and hearing that wolves have as well as slightly accelerated healing from being a War-beast. He also craves contact with people, though he tries to deny it.
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Name: Hórë
Age: 70
Race: Dragon
Gender: Male
Bond: Aryaxxa
Background: Born from a small family of white ice dragons from the south, where the area is populated my mainly fire dragons. Hórë trained to be the best that he could be, his father, the main general for a southern noble taught him many lessons in swordsmanship. His mother, ever the tactician, taught him to think in carefully planned methods, ensuring that he never moved away from the plans he set forth. it was only after twenty straight years of training that he was allowed, by his lord, parents, and himself, to travel freely throughout the realm. and has been doing so for the past 30 years in order to find someone worthy to be bound to.
Personality: Hórë is a thoughtful dragon, usually thinking everything through carefully. He is also a bit sarcastic, answering many questions with abnormally high levels of snark. This does not mean he is cocky, Hórë knows his limits, he simply loves annoying others with his quick comebacks to almost any situation.
Appearance:
Dragon-
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Humanoid-
Weapons: A simple sword is the only weapon he owns aside from those all dragons are born with.
Other: Has a strange facination with cats, hopes to keep one as a pet if he ever settles down in one place. Hopes to have a strong BOND with his rider/partner.
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Sabr4
Dirty Dan
Someone is going to apply a dragon to bond with my rider. Once this happens we will start.
firejay1
The Phoenix Queen
What about Tycium?
Pride&Perfection
Senior Member
:Name:
Zara
:Age:
417
:Race:
Dragon
:Gender:
Fae
:Bond:
Axel "Titanium" Breezetooth
:Background:
It was the most frigid, crude winter that the land had ever seen. Taking more lives than any other recorded season. It was in this winter that a single dragon hatchling laid dying in the snow, shivering, covered in blood and on the verge of perishing from the world forever; Zara. The Blue Bloods had taken everyone, leaving her home in ruins. Her mother, father, sister, brothers...gone. Forever taken from her by the merciless creatures and their light weapons. Wrenched away from her heart by an extraterrestrial being with godly power. She alone, the puny runt of the batch, was left here to die.
But she wouldn’t. This tiny dragon refused to let them win, refused to allow them to wreak havoc upon this world. She would rise up in power and do to them what they had done to her. Zara lived through the winter, but barely. She was left alone, left to raise herself, to teach herself how to hunt, how to survive. This great a burden left upon a child of her age would have been too heavy for most to carry, but she was strong. Strong enough to make it into adulthood. And by then she was a magnificent creature of beauty, stealth, grace, intelligence, and power.
She sought to single handedly destroy the Blue Bloods, but after a single battle she was left to fend for her life. They were strong and she was young. Barely 30 years of age. Young for any dragon. So she waited, strengthening herself, preparing to face them once again. And after years and years of training she did. The great dragon faced the Blue Bloods again. They were raiding a village, destroying the homes of innocents. It came back to her. The memory of her own home. She would not stand by and wait for them to finish every living thing off. Zara attacked. And in the end she saved the village. It was one of the first battles ever won against the Blue creatures. A victory!
There was Hope at last. She became the protector, and soon others joined her. They watched over the kingdoms, winning and loosing battles. Vanquishing and dying in the war. For the next few hundred years she led the dragon forces, but it wasn't enough. They were loosing again. Then she met him. Axel "Titanium" Breezetooth. He was an amazingly skilled warrior, if not a great leader. She became his dragon and he became her rider. They were the first Bond. The first ever paired Dragon and Rider. Together the led the army against the Blue Bloods. With his wrath and her mighty claw they became unstoppable, unmatched by any. He the general, she his dragon. The Blue Bloods would no longer tear up the world in which they lived. An end to this war could be seen on the Horizon...
ersonality:Zara is very intelligent and seems to have a dry sense of humor. She doesn't take kindly to being offended or anyone offending or endangering Axel. As his's dragon, Zara has a deep emotional bond with him. As such, she would do anything to keep him alive. Her main goal is to keep Axel safe, even stating that should Axel be captured, she would go so far as to give herself up to the Blue-Bloods, dooming the world with one less dragon rider, just to save his life. She’s very protective of him and tries to always looks out for his needs. This side of her is rarely ever seen by anyone other than her rider himself.
Zara is very proud and does not bow of bend to anyone other than herself. For this reason she tends to remain in her Dragon form, only shifting if absolutely necessary. Her opinion is not something that she is hesitant to give, nor is any amount of advice. Zara enjoys fighting, and in battle she is ferocious. She often gets lost in the fighting; ripping away, shredding and tearing in her dragon form. And if you are any amount of sane then you would be glad that you are not her foe. Though at heart she may be kind, Zara eludes others with her arrogant, stab-worthy exterior. She excels in annoying others, as well as aggravating her opponents. Her hatred for the Blue Bloods runs deep into her past, but it is one of the few emotions that she has ever publicly shown.
:Appearance:
-Dragon Form-
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-Human Form-
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:Inventory:
The normal; Clothes, Armor for her human form; made from a rare lightweight metal.
:Weapons:
Though she rarely shifts into her Human form, Zara is extremely skilled with a Bow and Arrow, Hand to Hand combat, a Sword, as well as anything with a blade. 400+ years of fighting and warring gives you the skills of a Blue Blood. So her weapons include the following;
-A Long Sword: evenly balanced, made from the bones of a Blue Blood. It is a rarity that she had crafted for herself in the early years of her life. The sword’s blade is a shimmering blue, and the hilt a vibrant lavender. Some say that when the true name of the sword is whispered then it will possess certain properties that only the true wielder of the sword can use.
The name of the Sword…
Zafiro
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When in Dragon Form the sword fits in a sheath that is strapped onto her back.
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