Fantasy Breath of Fire: Giantslayer

[Bone2pick]

I am interested, but would like to know where exactly this RP would fall on the scale of post length. I know that it was envisioned to spilt the gap between casual and detailed, but is there a rough number of sentences expected? Answer: I expect each post to set the scene, have a bit of character progression, and provide enough material for other players to work with. Two solid paragraphs as a general guideline for minimum post length. This should be played as a fun fantasy romp, so casual posters will be able to keep up. But detailed writers like myself might post lengthier scenes in order to really flex our imagination muscles.

Please read through the Lore and Mechanics tabs before you submit your character. That way you'll have a clearer understanding of how your champion should fit into our world. Thanks!

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[Seraph Darkfire]

• General Information
• Appearance
• Ardebit
• Equipment Information
• Skills Information
• Bio
• Extra Information
• Erisdar

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  Name: Malias Seriean
  
  
  Age: 21
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Height & Weight: 6'0" & 165 lbs
  
  
  
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  Malias has dirty blond hair and rarely wears a shirt due to the high temperatures of his home. A tattered scarf is almost always wrapped around his neck, less for warmth and more for sentimental reasons. He does wear a bit of armor on his shoulders and on his hands and forearms. These are also part of his martial art style.
  
  
  When not fighting or training, he doesn't normally wear this armor.
  
  
  His physique is well toned from years of training and working with his father.
  
  
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  Dragon Tell: Along major points on his skin are scales, along the back of his arms and along his spine, all the way down to his tail bone. They seem to be perfectly weaved into his skin.
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  Malia's hometown, Ardebit rests along a river of lava. This causes the temperature to be quite hot, which everyone here has adapted to very well. The people here wear the minimal amount of clothing, just enough for modesty. This is mainly a choice though, some do go all natural.
  
  
  Ardebit is best known for it's metalworking. Because of the high heat, it is easy for many of the people to collect and shape metals, some that would be normally impossible to manipulate. Not everyone here is a metalworker though, some are miners, other's procurers of food.
  
  
  The major food staple is a special soft rock, very bland but extremely nutritious. This is the only rock that naturally grows. It also grows extremely fast, needed around the clock management to prevent it from growing out of control.
  
  
  The Martial Art of Ardebit is practiced by everyone, even children. It revolves around the Wyrm and their metalworking. The power of the mighty Dragon, yet the finesse of bending and shaping metal. Seeing them move is like watching a dance.
  
  
  Occupation: Malias' place in his hometown is working alongside his father to design the metal objects that everyone uses. Living in a hot cavern requires far more sturdy materials than simple rock. Through a mixture of metalworking and mining, he and the other metalworkers can create sturdy and cooling homes, along with tools that will last longer and help the other jobs.
  
  
  
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  Malias' equipment is simple, generally focused around his shoulder and arm braces used during combat. When not training, in combat, he uses his metalworking tools.
  
  
  
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  Malias possesses a few skills specific to his lifestyle.
  
  
  Metalworking: Malias was taught by his father to bend and shape metal. He can create tools, weapons, and even armor, though he generally focuses on tools for the people of his hometown. He himself created his arm and shoulder braces.
  
  
  Ardebit Martial Art: In Ardebit, Martial Art's is more of an art form and a way to stay in shape, so while everyone practices it, there aren't many who go beyond the basic forms. Malias finds solace in his training and practices every day, just in case he's ever needed to fight.
  
  
  
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  Malias was always a rebellious child. He loved training and his father's work, but he couldn't stop from going out and exploring the caves that connected to his home. He knew not to travel to the surface, even his courage didn't go that far. He'd heard stories about the creatures in the Tombs, from those who visited Ardebit from other places.
  
  
  His own people had been looking for these tombs, but had yet to find it, though they didn't look especially hard, more focused on making sure their lives were better and more comfortable.
  
  
  Malias however was unhappy just living everyday, he wanted to explore, and so he did. Deep into the caves with a small pick-axe made for a child, something he himself created. He'd occasionally collect metal ore that he thought looked interesting.
  
  
  It was during his exploration that he found a small hole in the side of the cavern wall. It was nothing big or interesting, but he stopped in front of it, feeling a soft breeze coming from it. Using his pick, he widened the hole and climbed through. It was a particularly tight squeeze.
  
  
  It took several minutes to travel through this small space. Once he was through, he found a large stone, a large stone covered in strange symbols. He'd heard about these as well. He touched and prodded the stone but couldn't get it to move.
  
  
  Even his pick didn't make a dent in it. But he was stubborn and didn't give up on it, in fact, he doubled his efforts to break through the stone.
  
  
  It was several hours, when he was exhausted and couldn't move, that the stone rolled away. For something so big it was surprisingly silent. After he'd rested, he stood up and went into the open passageway.
  
  
  He'd grown used to the sounds of the earth. There was always something, even if it wasn't obvious. But here, it was so quiet, as if he'd stepped into the land of the dead.
  
  
  Then he was bathed in light as he stepped into a cavern. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before, soft and silvery, similar to the stories of moonlight he'd heard of. In front of him was a massive coiled statue, like rope wrapped around itself in a tower.
  
  
  Then he was greeted by a ball of light, which startled him. After getting him to settle down, the ball explained what it was and where Malias was. Malias was in the Tomb of the Silent One, Erisdar.
  
  
  When the first Cha'sid called out to the others, it had also heard the call. But it had ignored it, honoring the last commands of it's Master.
  
  
  "I wish to rest, do not seek out others" the great beast had said "Only in the moment when there is a visitor should you call on me"
  
  
  And so, it had not left to search out other dragons or humans. But here was this small child, who had arrived on his own. It had opened the door and the child had chosen to enter.
  
  
  It was here that Erisdar once again awoke. Called on by the Cha'sid that served him. He awoke to a small child standing before his stone corpse. The child couldn't see him as he coiled his ghostly body around him, though there was some small movement, as if he sensed his presence.
  
  
  It had been many, many years since his passing. He could tell that much. This child, this creature was unknown to him. He relied on the Cha'sid to inform him of what had transpired. While it didn't know much of the outside world, it informed him of everything the other's had learned of the humans.
  
  
  Passing through stone and earth, he moved upwards, higher and higher, until he entered a world he was unfamiliar with. Destroyed and tasting of death. Anger boiled through his ethereal form. The world he had once lived in was beautiful and quiet. Now even the earth screamed in pain.
  
  
  He saw the beasts that walked among the land and tasted their darkness. After seeing this for himself, he knew what he wanted to do. He did not hate these large creatures despite not knowing their circumstances. He hated what had become of his home.
  
  
  Moving back down, deep into the cool earth and back to the child. It was time to make a proposition.
  
  
  That day, Malias' life changed. Through the Cha'sid, the Dragon spoke of what was above, what it wanted to do. Malias was asked for help.
  
  
  According to the Cha'sid, anyone could be a host to a Dragon Spirit, however, a child would be more appropriate. It would give them time to grow into the power they were given.
  
  
  Malias, a little scared but far more excited, agreed. The Dragon Erisdar entered him, binding his soul with Malias. From that day on, it was as if his mind had opened.
  
  
  Malias dove into his training and work, determined to get stronger, to be able to fight.
  
  
  
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  Combat Style: Malias practices the Ardebit Martial Art, which combines the power of a Dragon and the graceful movements of metalworking. The style focuses on breaking defenses and striking at specific points in the body. One of it's major weaknesses is that it isn't meant for defending the body.
  
  
  The people of Ardebit have found a way to avoid taking damage. Over the years, they have added specific footwork that doesn't take away from the basics of the style. This footwork literally allows them to avoid taking damage.Even with the footwork of the Martial Art, it is useless when surrounded or if the attack encompasses a large area.
  
  
  Weaknesses: Personal weaknesses of Malias include a stubbornness to give up. Even when bloodied and exhausted, Malias won't give up. He'll either need to be knocked out or killed, or convinced that a more important matter requires his attention.
  
  
  Malias also suffered from a minor genetic disease. His body will become completely paralyzed when he's struck in two major points, the base of his neck and his tailbone.
  
  
  
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  Erisdar was once a mighty dragon, yet he preferred solitude, away from the other's of his kind. Whether he soared through the skies, or crawled upon the ground, he was comfortable in the quiet. But he wasn't unkind, those who came upon his domain were treated courteously and with generosity.
  
  
  At the same time, he wasn't forgiving. Those who decided to encroach upon his lands with no regard for him found themselves at the end of his claws and breath.
  
  
  Near the end of his life, he buried deep into the ground, resting close to a small river of lava. After his death, his body gave birth to the Soft Rocks that the Ardebit people now eat.
  
  
  He was woken once more, a spirit, but no less powerful, when a small child appeared in his Tomb.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[Bone2pick]

• At A Glance
• Deeper Info
• Deeper Info
• Background
• Dragon

• Name:Desna Tonrar, Champion of Wraprax
  
  
  Age: 26
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Height/Weight: 5'8 // 135lbs
  
  
  Dragon Tell: Enlarged canines & elongated forked tongue
  
  
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  Creamy complexion, well muscled from strenuous exercise, long limbed, flexible, short and tidy black hair, indigo eyes.
  
  
  Combat style: Desna is a master of Kirima, the sacred martial art of the Mothsong Monks. It's a combat discipline that emphasises defensive & intercepting strikes until the opponent has been properly broken down. It's a slower, more methodical fighting style, but patience has more than one benefit to the martial artist. First, its calculated strikes always serve to protect the attacker against counter strikes. And second, its cat and mouse nature often baits aggressive opponents into launching into a wild offensive—which is exactly what the Kirima master wants.
  
  
  Kirima instructors require their warriors to train in total darkness. Light is a luxury in the underworld, and one must be prepared to protect themselves without its support.
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  Hometown: Qatqain is an undertown settled by the former tribes of Inuka. On the surface they were an arctic people, thriving despite their environment of snow and biting wind. They fished for salmon, hunted seals, and stored grain to make it through the winter. Of course the underworld that the Inukans eventually fled to was a far cry from that way of life.
  
  
  The cavern they bunkered down in was wallpapered with fossils. Skeletons of mammoths, sabertooth cats, giant elk, and winter wolves were buried all around them. When the Inukans finally realized that they would never return to the sky-topped world, they smartly began to mine the bones as a resource. With fire and oil the fossils could be tempered into a durable material for tools. As a result, fossil crafted goods have become the signature export of Qatqain.
  
  
  After a hundred years of coping with life below the sun a monastic order was birthed: The Order of the Mothsong. It quickly grew to a culture shaping organization, and it continues to be one of the undertown's most influential factions.
  
  
  Occupation: Mothsong Monk — Desna is a member of a monastic order that was founded to promote harmony between humans and their new underworld home. The monks are financed by the charitable donations of the townsfolk. And most of the locals are happy to give offerings to an organization that educates their children, brings food to the hungry, and defends them from invaders.
  
  
  The order's central tenet is that mankind belongs in the underworld. This belief is usually dismissed by outsiders, because it's perceived as having surrendered to the giantkin. Desna, being a monk and a dragon champion, is a living contradiction of ideology.
  
  
  Skills: Martial arts, literacy, arithmetic, Qatqain history, tunnel navigation, cave gardening
  
  
  Weaknesses and/or Disadvantages: Conflicting ideology between her monastic order and her responsibilities as a dragon champion, insecure of her dragon tell, needs to meditate for an hour each day or feels out of harmony with the world, moderate fear of daylight
  
  
  Personality: Strong sense of duty to humanity, pious, minimalistic, competitive, tenacious, confused on where her loyalties should be
  
  
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  Family
  
  
  She could never hold onto happiness as a child. It wasn't that the early days of Desna's life were terrible, far from it: she always had all the comfort a hard working family could provide. Her mother, Aga, along with feeding and watching over her two daughters, was a medicine woman. She spent most of her days brewing and mixing healing elixirs. She was very talented and her medicines were highly sought after.
  
  
  Aga was smart, fair, and independent, but she wasn't a nurturing mother. She was preoccupied with her trade and housework all too often. Today Desna and Aga have a respectful but reserved relationship.
  
  
  Desna's father Imnek was a digger. The undertown's surrounding fossils were plentiful, and hundreds of folk shoveled and brushed free cartfuls of the dusty bones each day. It was hard, messy work, and it eventually took Imnek's life. The dust—after years of exposure—clung to his lungs and stole his breath.
  
  
  He passed away when Desna was only ten. As much as it hurt to watch her father turn horribly ill, she was never willing to let him go. He was her best friend; she needed more time together. Her father's early death will always haunt her.
  
  
  There was never a point where Desna felt close to her sibling. Cheyna, being six years older and self-centered, made it very clear that she couldn't be bothered by her kid sister. She was an insecure girl—not just with her social status, but also with her position within the family. If Desna was ever praised by a parent, Cheyna would bring up one of her sister's shortcomings. Unfortunately she never outgrew her toxic attention seeking behavior. Desna doubts if her sister ever loved her.
  
  
  Mothsong
  
  
  Like most of the children in Qatqain Desna was educated by the Mothsong Monks. Four mornings a week the monks would stroll through the town to gather the local boys and girls. Once every child was collected they would lead their young pupils to school. There the children were taught to read, write, and perform arithmetic. The monks also lectured about the nature of their subterranean environment, and they passed down the oral history of their people. It was a quality education with very little cost.
  
  
  Students finished their schooling at the age of thirteen. Most graduates took an apprenticeship in one of their parents' trades, but a few—should they express interest and possess enough merit—were invited to continue their studies at the temple. These older students, called sura, were groomed to be the next crop of Mothsong Monks. Desna was one of the few.
  
  
  Many at the order were eager to work with the aspiring young girl. She was inquisitive, helpful, athletically blessed, and bulldogish against challenges. Desna, in turn, was very attracted to the Order of the Mothsong. The monks had proven to be gentle teachers, humble community servants, and fearless town defenders. But most of all the brothers and sisters of the order treated one another as family. And Desna longed for a healthy family.
  
  
  She was a sura for seven years. In order to to become a full-fledged monk one needed to train the body, mind, and spirit. Desna mastered Kirima, the sacred martial art of the order, to prepare her body. She educated new students and debated moral philosophy with senior monks to sharpen her mind. And she meditated for an hour a day to keep her spirit in harmony with the underworld. At the end of those seven years the order proudly accepted another monk into their ranks.
  
  
  Allure of the Dragon
  
  
  The tomb had been open three years before Desna ever stepped foot inside it. Nearly everyone in Qatqain had visited the site long before her; she couldn't justify why she continued to put it off. But she had stood at its entrance, many times, and gazed into the ancient grave with wonder and fear.
  
  
  One night, a year ago, Desna struggled to fall asleep. And as she lied there, miserable, she promised herself that she would enter the monstrous crypt. After the promise was spoken she drifted off into a peaceful rest. The next day, true to her word, Desna walked into the tomb of the venerable wyrm Wraprax.
  
  
  She was awe-struck by the size of the sarcophagus. She was captivated by the draconic runes that were carved along it. And her skin tingled from the cool crypt air. Desna could feel another presence in the tomb, an ancient, powerful, presence. Despite the chill in the air she began to sweat.
  
  
  Then the ever vigil Cha'sid swooped down. It hummed, blinked, and eventually spoke in an alien voice that echoed from every corner of the tomb. It announced to Desna—that after three years of waiting for a worthy candidate—the legendary spirit that was the Cha'sid's master had finally found its champion. And Desna Tonrar was that champion.
  
  
  So she was given a surreal offer. If she accepted then she would become a heroic force tasked with the duty of cleansing the surface of the wicked giantkin. But if she refused she would return to her satisfying life as a Mothsong Monk.
  
  
  It was the hardest decision of her life. Desna had more reasons to refuse than to accept, but not better reasons. It ultimately came down to where she believed she could do the most good. Humanity needed a new champion, and Desna would not turn her back on them.
  
  
  
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  Name: Wraprax
  
  
  Personality: Bestial, longs to hunt, lusts for battle against a worthy foe, thinks of himself as a steward of the world—especially its coastlines, considered a firebrand by his own kind
  
  
  

 

[BDark]

Champion

Name: Dominic Peregrin Edward Fischbach


Age: 27


Gender: Male


Height & Weight: 5'10 cm, 142.733 lbs


Appearance: Dominic has golden hair with a slight brown tint. His body is of an athletic build, his eyes were blue until he was chosen by the dragon.

Dragon Tell: His eyes were formerly blue, but after being chosen they had become pure chocolate-brown. His voice had also changed a little.


Hometown: Ozryn

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Occupation: Scout/Hunter. Dominic sometimes goes on the surface when the giants aren't really aware and bring 'fresh' meat and fruits close to his home. Dominic also helps defending the city against attacking animals and such, though rarely has it been attacked.


Skills: Archery, swordsmanship, riding, tracking, scouting.


Important Equipment: Bow, arrows, quiver, sword, throwing knife, dagger.


Combat Style: He prefers using the bow and arrow, but when it comes to close quarters then he'd rather use his sword or dagger. Also, on occasion, he'll throw his throwing knife or, if he has to, his dagger.


Weaknesses and/or Disadvantages: He's mortal like any man, sometimes too faithful or unaware of his words and actions. For example, he could warn about being putting too much emotion into something while he, without realizing it, is actually putting too much emotion into something. He also got a soft spot for his loved ones.


Personality: He's protective and sometimes could be taken as an aggressive person. However, if you manage to get on his good side then you'll know he's really a nice person. You wouldn't like to get on his bad side though.


Background: Dominic was born in Ozryn, long after the humans moved below the surface. As a child, he always wanted to go and see what was 'outside', but, like all children, he wasn't allowed to. He once wandered far while none was looking, but was caught at the gates of the underground world. He was told a story ever since, he was told the truth, to remain in his home.


His ancestors, the ancestors of the Ozrynans, lived in a peaceful kingdom named Nuthesea-a kingdom not small. A large one, and a powerful yet peaceful one. It was beautiful and simple, like a massive village with a castle rather than a kingdom actually.

The men there lived in peace until one winter happened, until a spell of evil fell, until the tragedy occurred. The giants, who defended mankind with all their will and kindness, had become aggressive, bloodthirsty. It was like they weren't themselves, controlled by somebody. Isnus, the protector of Nuthsea, who lived in the gorge which split the Western half of the kingdom with the little rest that was on the Eastern side, woke from his deep sleep. Isnus was like an old man. He always slept, and when danger struck he woke and did his will, saved the kingdom from the disaster.

This time, however, was different. The giant rose and grumbled, stretched and yawned, then his massive fist landed on the Western side, destroying it completely, killing almost everyone. He turned to the Eastern side and crouched, picked up a boulder from below him, and hurled it at the helpless people, destroying their homes and killing their families. They ran in fear, to the mountains, and very few crossed the bridge without dying. They fled to the mountains and found a great cavern, which they built their new homes in, calling their new home Ozryn.


Dominic, while exploring the caves new to him, found a tomb, a single tomb in a chamber of its own. He entered and was encountered by a warrior of rock and stone. The guardian explained how it was guarding its masters tomb, a dragon of yore. The champion had completed the 'rituals' and had become one. Dominic swore he will make Isnus pay for his doings, or whoever changed him and the other giants. His adventures, however, are yet to come.


Dragon

Dragon Name: Birroth son of Dammath


Appearance: Birroth has rough, dry skin, more than other dragons. His snout is similar to an crocodile's. Birroth has a few bony spikes on his back, between his wings, and flat bones along his tail and neck. His tail is long and thing, twisted at the end, with a single spike at the tip. In the center of his wings are long, curved sharp claws, and on the tips of his wings, too. On his head is a V-shaped dark crest, and the nail on his middle toe is long and curved.

Personality: He's cautious and intelligent but somewhat playful and has a very kind heart. In battle he becomes a ferocious fighter.


Combat Style: He mostly attacks like a lion . Birroth's main weapons are his claws and teeth. On his middle toe on each foot he has a long, curved, sharp claw. He rarely uses his fire, mostly as a last resort of some sort. Birroth lunges at the enemy, sinking his claws (which cover the tips of his wings and his legs) into the body of the victim, then biting into the neck, or other parts of the body, tearing huge chunks of meat. His fire is weaker than most dragons, which is why he doesn't like using it much.


While Birroth isn't a gigantic dragon like most of the other dragons, he could take down almost any enemy, even other dragons, no matter what their size is. Birroth also has great physical strength, allowing him to easily hold on to the enemy. With 15,000 pounds per square inch of bite force, and razor-sharp steel-hard teeth, you wouldn't like to get into Birroth's jaws.

 

[Sharuum]

Name: Anat Amos


Age: 23


Gender: Female


Height & Weight: 5’4”//130lbs


Appearance: Thin and short, little muscle to speak of. Wide boned face, strong jaw. Blue eyes under heavy brows. Dark skin and hair.


Dragon Tell: From finger to elbow on one side of her body her skin is replaced by dark scales and her fingers by claws. Wears a thick glove and long sleeves to avoid looks from her local clansmen.

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Hometown: Banta


Occupation: Merchant, Cartographer.


Skills: Mapmaking, diplomacy, mercantilism, botany and cooking.


Important Equipment: Cartography tools, an obsidian dagger for self defense and loads of cooking equipment.


Combat Style: Nonexistent. Could probably stab something if it stood still long enough.


Weaknesses // Disadvantages: Bad eyesight, needs glasses for anything closer than three feet in front of her face. No formal combat training.


Personality: Generally reserved but easily excitable in matters of her field. Bookish. Dreams of mapping the world above ground.


Background: Born into a tiny settlement far from the larger centers of commerce and community, her mother was a governess and her father a guardsman. Her childhood was mostly unsupervised and despite efforts to the contrary Anat managed to explore the cave systems surrounding her home thoroughly without being devoured by something hungry or hulking. Her habit, previously thought dangerous and without merit, was encouraged when her father found rudimentary maps under his daughter’s mattress. She was raised to be both inquisitive and discerning, though often her humors favored the former.


Some ten years later, at the age of twenty she - by accident - happened upon the burial chamber of the dragon Eucle.Previously unknown to her people, the Tomewarden was in life a recognized and well-admired intellect. Sensing that same rabid curiosity in the young woman who had stumbled upon his grave, the Cha’sid there offered her a deal. She would play host to the ancient dragon’s spirit for the rest of her natural life and in return she would receive the ability to travel the Lands Above in relative safety. It would be her duty as Eucle’s champion to fight the giantkin that had conquered her people’s homeland ages before but would gain the chance of a lifetime.


She agreed.


Family: As a child Anat was nothing if not secluded. In matters of intellect her peerage spurned and envied her while her parents sequestered and tutored her. The children of her village spent little time outside the town proper and so in that too, was she alone. Her mother was both a friend and, as a governess by trade, her mentor. She devoured books like a man perpetually starved and found solace in the stories that spoke of Times Before. She has one brother, much younger, who despite his age mimics Anat’s mannerisms by rout. His name is Aren. He is seven.


She has an uncle in Groundwater who lives there full time. He owns a small shop that sells, among other things, prints of her maps. Anat is living with him now while the other Champions gather. His name is Garr-Urr and he is her mother’s brother.


Dragon Name: Eucle


Appearance: Hulking, even for a dragon. Heavy sloping shoulders and a scales the color of slate.

Personality: Wise, benevolent. The voice of reason in situations where reason is warranted. In the Times Before he was well-learned for his species. Now he yearns to see how eons have treated the Lands Above.

 

[Redrobinwing]

Name: Connor Gabras


Age: 18


Gender: Male


Height & Weight: 5'11, 165 lbs.


Appearance: Due to his constant training with his brothers, Connor has a lean, toned build. He's pale in complexion and has soft, features. His hair is a light grey, and he has brown eyes.

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Dragon Tell: His formerly black hair is now a light grey.


Hometown: Athom


Occupation: Connor helps his father with his research, and occasionally works with his mother as well.


Skills: Archaeology, Business, Literacy, Skilled Combatant


Important Equipment: His brother, Roy, made Connor a pair of weapons as a present after he became a champion. The first, a long sword, is well made and looks nearly untouched due to its lack of battle experience. The other weapon is a short sword that Roy made from a broken long sword. They fit onto a pair of sheaths that are worn on Connor's back.


Combat Style: While not as advanced in combat as his brothers, Connor is still rather skilled and uses an unpredictable fighting style. He prefers to out think his opponents rather than fight them head on, and will always plan ahead when he has the chance.


Weaknesses and/or Disadvantages: Connor tends to distance himself from others, and his realistic outlook doesn't always help. He can also be stubborn at times, and is lacking in the social skills that his older brothers possess. While he is somewhat skilled in combat, much of it comes from his intelligence, and so many can still beat him in a direct fight.


Personality: Introverted, Realist, Kind, Workaholic, Strong Moral Compass, Often Neutral to Choices


Background: The second son of a business woman and an archaeologist, Connor lived a middle-class life throughout his childhood. His mother, Janet, was well-respected and was the primary source of income for the family. They lived well because of her, and rarely, if ever, had financial troubles. Evan, the father, was very intelligent and equally as respected as his wife. He would often teach his son about what discoveries had been made in the field of archaeology due to the boy's interest in knowledge. Connor's brother, Jack, was four years older than him, however unlike many siblings, the boys were very close and never fought with each other despite their strong personality contrasts. The whole family was tightly-knit and spent a lot of time together.


At around the time when Connor was four, the family was walking home after exploring the shopping district and discovered a young boy sitting in an alley, scavenging in the garbage for food. They brought him into their home and adopted him as another son. 'Roy' was the boy's name, and despite his different background, he got along well with his new family. As the boys grew older, they became more adventurous and began to pursue their various interests. John longed to become a part of the city's guard, protecting people and helping those that needed it. Roy wanted to be a blacksmith because of his fascination with weapons. Connor thought about following in one of his parents' footsteps as either a businessman or an archaeologist. That changed, however, after Evan and his colleagues discovered a dragon tomb deep within the caves near Athom. Dozens made the journey soon after, hoping to be chosen as the champion of the beast. After some encouragement from the rest of his family, Connor took his journey into the tomb despite his doubt of anything exciting happening. Much to his surprise, the Cha'sid that looked over the tomb asked the young man if he would accept the dragon's invitation to become his champion.


Family: Connor's family is very tightly knit. His oldest brother, John, is an extrovert and quite charismatic with most people. He is currently a city guard, but is hoping to advance to an officer position. Roy is adopted, but is still very close with his brothers. He's extroverted like John, but can appreciate his alone time, like Connor. Roy is currently training to become a blacksmith, and is already quite skilled in his craft. The boy's father, Evan, is an archaeologist that encourages his sons to persue their goals in life. Their mother, Janet, is a respected business woman and was the main provider for the family before the boys moved out.


Dragon Name: Fenreck


Appearance:

Personality: Despite his ferocious appearance, Fenrake is rather passive. He prefers to thinks things through rather than charge in, and is usually careful about what he does. He's very intelligent, and was often found studying the natural world.

 

[Aldur]

Kaya "The Cleaver" Wexner

Age:

25

Gender:

Female

Height & Weight:

6'2 & 200 lbs.

Appearance:

The Cleaver is not a damsel, she is a warrior. If her sheer size and physique don't give that away, she will tell one personally. Her hair is short, dark, and messy. Her body bears the scars of many battles.

Dragon Tell:

Her cheek bones became more angular, and scales appeared around her eyes.

Hometown:

None.

Occupation:

Scavenger

Skills:

Scavenging, Combat, Butchering, Cooking, Survival

Important Equipment:

Her Cleaver, "Kaya"

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Spoiler

Combat Style:

Hevnaar

Her combat style mirrors her personality, as it implies using every move at one's discretion to overpower the enemy and crush them. It is animalistic, brutal, efficient in providing a way to let The Cleaver deal with underworld creatures and slavers alike. However, it is only to those she deems worthy that get to experience Hevnaar the fullest.

Weaknesses and/or Disadvantages:

She fears her own strength, and her size and mass make her movements less gracious.

Personality:

The Cleaver despises slavery. Weak men that force their will upon other unfortunate souls. She values honesty for deception is a tool used by cowards and glorified manipulators.

She believes that if the sunlight is returned to humanity it might have the power to brighten their judgement and restore the compassion that was wrongfuly taken by the giants. She blieves the giants to be the ultimate opressors of man, forcing them to retreat to the Underworld and live there for centuries. No more. The Cleaver's burning rage shall be the fall of all giants. It is the same rage that keeps her awake for days on end. The same fury that she fears could be her undoing as a liberator and her birth as a feral tool of destruction.

Background:

When Kaya arrived in this world, the dying light of an aged candle was the sheer gleam that blessed her eyes. She screamed and violently swung her tiny limbs as she was torn from the serenity of her mother's womb. She felt angry as the harhsness of the underworld quickly presented itself to her. It was a sentiment she would cling onto for a long time.

Kaya's family was numerous, having two sisters and four brothers. They were all raised away from the civilized cities of the underworld, into the tunnels where few dare venture, but it was their home. Kaya was taught how to scavenge, survive, and live in the dark reaches of the tunnels.

Over time, most of her siblings perished, either at the claws of bullspiders, or in a feud with the nearby tribes. Kaya made it through her adolescence and into her early twenties. She kept the tribals at bay and earned her nickname "The Cleaver" after her last battle with a tribe. The chieftain felt that her family, being one of scavengers and regularly offing tresspassing tribesmen, needed to be put under control. He 'employed' the help of slavers to rid him of their presence. They killed her remaining brothers and sisters, because they resisted and did not wish to become slaves. Kaya and her father retreated to safety and found out about the chieftain's plans. Her father sustained serious wounds and after weeks of pain, he passed away. Kaya, fueled by rage, took the tribe on herself, casting down her wrath, killing each who stood in her way, cleaving the cowardly tribesmen. When the tribe found itself near extinction, they offered to guide her to an ancient tomb. The tomb of Ma'gar. Her was body exhausted from all the killing.

She accepted.

Ma'gar, The Unforgiving

Personality:

Brutal, Aggressive, Angry