Fantasy Dragon Bonds CS

mochi bun · May 31, 2019

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Roles Available

Human roles♔ - Queen Elise Chaugre of Yeonma [ NPC ]
♕ - King Kahlo Chaugre of Yeonma (ill) [ NPC ]
♚- Eldest Princess and heir to the throne [ Avari ]
♛ - Eldest Prince and second-in-line to the throne [ seasonedcat ]
♛ - Middle Prince and third to the throne [ mourning star ]
♛ - Youngest Prince and fourth to the throne [ mochi bun ]
☆ - Lead Advisor of Yeomna, Jericho Sugnes [ NPC ]
☆ - Guest Ambassador to the Izanagi democracy [ jakthemenace ]
☆ - Knight Commander of the Yeomna Army [ reserved ]
☆ - Knight Captain of the Yeomna Army [ shadowz1995 ]
☆ - Bonded knights of the Yeomna Army [ Vaudivolt - unlimited roles ]
☆ - Newest Bonded knight-in-training of the Yeomna Army [ RoninN7 ]

Dragon Roles -♔ - Queen's Dragon [ [OPEN - 1 role ]
♕ - King's Dragon [ NPC ]
♚ - Princess's Dragon [ RoninN7 ]
♛ - Eldest Prince's Dragon [ reserved ]
♛ - Middle Prince's Dragon [ calypso ]
♛ - Youngest Prince's Dragon [ Phayne ]
☆ - Guest Ambassador's Dragon [ koala ]
☆ - Knight Commander's Dragon [ OPEN - 1 role ]
☆ - Knight Captain's Dragon [ koala ]
☆ - Bonded Knights' Dragon [ Pilgrim59 - unlimited roles ]
☆ - Newest Bonded knight-in-training's Dragon[ reserved ]

Bonded Pairs♕ - King Kahlo Chaugre & Ezarah Sayegh
♚- Princess Cereza Chaugre & Elena Rhywin
♛ - Prince Ashley Chaugre & Zeryxia
♛ - Kyruss Chaugre & ???
♛ - Mordecai Chaugre & Iravos Kestrein
☆ - Yi Kanhou & Sabriel
☆ - Flynn Jalkanen & ???
☆ - Fen Arkis & Ema'rri
☆ - Elizabeth Bonnesse & Mikoyan
☆ - Namira Migon & ???
☆ - Hal Guillemin & ???
☆ - Silas Kamau & ???

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mochi bun · May 31, 2019

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‣ Mordecai Chaugre

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‣ Twenty years old

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‣ Born in Solandis, Yeomna

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‣ Youngest Prince

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‣ Male

Height
‣ Six feet, two inches

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‣ Iravos Kestrein[/div]

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adventurous ‣ impulsive ‣ sociable ‣ playful ‣ curious

Although Mordecai is the youngest, he overcompensates by having an explosive personality. He’s excitable, joyous and familiar– even with those he shouldn’t be familiar with. Since childhood, he’s never been able to get a grasp on his feelings. Honestly, he doesn’t care to have the same stoicness as the rest of his family. He’s the fourth-in-line and although there may be a chance that he becomes king, he knows it’s almost an impossibility.

So, he doesn’t try to hide his emotions. He’s accustomed to the teasing or the ridicule he receives from his fellow knights (secretly, of course, because no one would ever dare say their insults in front of Cereza).

When it comes to his reputation, he's well aware that he's not as fearsome as his sister or as admirable as his older brothers. It makes him insecure sometimes. Still, he doesn’t let it get him down. He tries to cover his insecurities with charm, always laughing and joking with his older siblings.

He's playful in court, stern in training and overall, a gentleman to those who know him. The only thing he questions is his bond with Ira and his role as a knight. He’s always been the kid brother– the youngest, the most naive, the runt. To be bound to such a powerful creature, Mordecai is unsure. He just wants to do the best for the kingdom and his family… and be seen as worthy to those he cares for the most.[/div]

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Mordecai Chaugre was born as the youngest prince to Queen Elise and Queen Kahlo of Yeomna. His mother was sick for weeks after his birth, locked in her chambers while healers poured in and out of her rooms. While his mother was consumed with fits of fever and drinking down elixirs, Mordecai was left to the care of a midwife.

His father wasn’t very interested in him; he had been through the process of a new baby four times before. He seemed to know better than to get attached to the boy.

His siblings, however, were quite excited to meet him. His older brother, Evander, was especially attached to the young babe. From what his mother told him, after she had recovered, on most days she would go searching for Evander and discover in the nursery, playing with his younger brother.

He had an enjoyable childhood. He was given lavish gifts on birthdays, was educated by the finest tutors and grew with a mother who expressed her love for her children daily. His father was distant; but, that was to be expected from a king. Mordecai didn’t let the lack of kinship bother him. He was fourteen when he was recruited to be a knight. He trained as a squire for two years until he was granted knighthood.

At seventeen, he and Ira were bonded. The other men he fought with were definitely more worthy of his bond but Ira chose him. It was an honor– to be included in something his siblings were also gifted with. For the past three years, he 's trained with the other knights. He enjoys sparing with his siblings (even though he loses more than half the time.) He also enjoys the days when he and Ira can sneak away and go flying whenever the sun begins to set.[/div]

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Taking greedy gulps of mountain air, Mordecai ran a hand over his dark brown hair. Eyes the color of steel flashed across the river before him, studying the ripples cast by the winds.

The dig of the sandbags strapped to his back made him stumble, wiping the sweat from his brow. He wanted to bend and taste the cool waters of the Mazu river. Maybe just shuck his clothes in the mud and splash into the ripples.

The splash of someone bounding into the waters across the way seemed to mock him as he turned his head away, continuing on his path.

The hot sun beat upon his exposed neck and back as he walked, the scrape of rope cutting him. He breathed harshly through his nose, eyelashes fluttering.

For all his bravado, it seemed that the actual act of fulfilling his training duties were slowly bending his determination. He paused along the side of the road again. Bending, he placed calloused palms to his knees. His back quivered once, a ripple that showed the muscles he had begun to develop within the past year.

Gritting his teeth, he tugged the ropes further into his shoulder blades. He winced but began his walk once more, leaning forward slightly under the force of the bags. His brow furrowed as he continued his trek, losing track of the time.

Minutes or hours may have passed; although, Mordecai gave no hint of wavering again.

It was with a mixture of relief and determination that he spotted the gates to the summer. A lone figure stood near the gates, a pipe in chapped lips. His armor gleamed in the sunlight as he stood from his lounge in the shade. The former knight stayed put as he stumbled forward, breathing raggedly as he faltered to a stop.
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koala · May 31, 2019

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[div class=header]Sabriel[/div][div class=sub]"Well, isn't this unfortunate?"[/div][div class=physical]6 FT 0 IN[/div]
[div class=physical]SAGE GREEN HAIR[/div]
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[div class=colorbox]NAME

Sabriel
[div class=colorbox]AGE[/div] Over 450 years old
[div class=colorbox]GENDER[/div] Male

[div class=colorbox]DRAGON[/div] Eastern
[div class=colorbox]ROLE[/div] Izanagi Ambassador’s Dragon
[div class=colorbox]PARTNER[/div] Yi Kanhou

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[div class=header2]APPEARANCE[/div]
The air around Sabriel is refined and one of beauty. He stands tall and walks as if he's gliding across the ground. The shifter's sage green hair falls to his elbows, waving slightly at the ends like the movement of water. His eyes, though the same color as his hair, resemble jewels glimmering under a steam and they are lined by thick, long eyelashes. His body is toned from years of work yet lacks any signs of wear and tear. While some of his fellow dragonshifters choose to showcase bits of their true appearances, Sabriel enjoys his human form. In his eyes, humans are beautiful creatures with fantastic sense when it comes to the arts. However, he does have blue streaks across his cheeks to signify his blue scales. Sabriel is also well aware of his own captivating looks in both his dragon and human forms. He appears to be in his late 20s.

He carries a fan around.

Sabriel is on the larger side of Eastern dragon.

Size comparison image: He is a tad larger than this.

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Personality: A confident flirt that enjoys teasing far too much, Sabriel is a character to be around. His charming nature is undeniable but those that are more closed-minded may see him as pompous. While Sabriel may seem to care about his looks more than he cares for those around him, that's only part of the truth. Choosing to come off as someone who is self-absorbed, he's actually well aware of what goes on around him. His partners are always his top priority even if they are fully capable of caring for themselves. At times, he may even seem overbearing to those that truly pay attention to his charade. His protectiveness is almost obsessive and occasionally fear will flash across his sage green eyes like lightning when they're threatened.

As a warrior, he's fully capable of behaving seriously. The occasional joke and teasing remark may slip through the cracks of battle, but he takes his role seriously as he does any kind of dangerous situation. If it were to come down to it, he would sacrifice himself to save his partner in an instant--something many find hard to believe.

[div class=colorbox]LIKES[/div] bathing, music, art, dried plums
[div class=colorbox]DISLIKES[/div] sweets, being bored, filth

Background: The history that people know of Sabriel is only that which can be found in writing. Tales of times with worthy handlers--some ending gloriously and others ending tragically. The dragon male is happy to chirp about his stories unless someone tries to dig too far into the past, which is his beginning.

Sabriel's egg was found on the edge of the Isles of Galossi, where water meets land. Without the aid of other dragons that had discovered him, he would have not survived another day in the harsh waters. Raised as an orphan, the young hatchling immediately felt out of place but he always kept his thoughts to himself. It wasn't until it was finally his time to enter the world that he truly began to blossom. It was also around this time that he met his first partner who would later become his first love.

They both knew it would never end happily for them, but they were grateful of each other's presence nonetheless. She taught him how to love the world, love art and music, and how to appreciate humans regardless of their sins. In return, he offered her the skies and a love so powerful that it could have transcended time. Her life was unfortunately brief in comparison to Sabriel's but time was not what took her away. He did.

Perhaps his behavior is a result of such a mistake or perhaps he is trying to prevent any future pain. Whatever the reason, Sabriel decided he would never choose someone like he had chosen her. His partners would win like any other and he would take him under his wing and protect them. Each generation of knights would pass their tournament until the most recent one. Sabriel actually chose Yi when she first arrived at the age of 16.[/div]

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Aside from the natural strength that comes with being a dragon, Sabriel has an affinity for lightning. In his human form, he is on the nimble and flexible side. His movements are fluid like water.[/div]

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Phayne · May 31, 2019

"Strength, Knowledge and power mean nothing unless you choose to wield them for what you believe to be the right and just path"

~Name~
Iravos Kestrein
~Nickname~
Ira
~Age~
373 (Visually Mid20's)
~Species~
DragonShifter - Half Wyvern, Half Eastern.
~Gender~
Male
~Sexuality~
Heterosexual
~Knight~
Mordecai mochi bun
"A dragon is but the extension of his Knight. It is my duty to be that extension for thy Knight and carry out their will to the best of my abilities"

First and foremost, Ira does not rest on his ancestors laurels. If anything he admonishes anyone who tries to hold him to their standard and gets quickly irritated when anyone dares to suggest that he was only allowed his position as a dragon shifter due to their past achievements. Whilst he respects their accomplishments, he does not for a second seek to use their glory to his own advantage and gain; purely motivated to forge his own glory and attain his own recognition through his efforts. Whilst his father Agares remains in Golassi with his mother, Ira does come into contact with his grandmother Ezarah every now and then, much to his embarrassment. As she has been for her entire life, Ezarah's motherly coddling has only extended towards her grandchildren and could perhaps be considered to be ever the more extreme. Ira for one does not like it when Ezarah acts as such in public when around him; his face often flushing bright red when she does it. This isn't to say that he hates the attention, he merely doesn't like the kind of image it portrays to everyone else.

A strong-willed and confident individual, it takes a lot of negativity to really get Ira 'down' and even then the effort required to accomplish such a feat is simply not worth the hassle, this a trait inherited from his mother's side of the family. Ira like his father before him possesses the self confidence that allows him to break through his own personal barriers, the 'never-say-die' attitude to spit in the face of adversity regardless of how high a mountain there is to climb. To put another way, Ira is not the type of person who fears death and thus acts cautiously, instead he is the type that runs ever further in an attempt to accomplish as much as he can within his lifespan, to live life to the fullest in the way that best suits him.

As if built to fit the stereotype, Ira is a fire spitter and an individual who when angered will not hesitate to speak venom towards those who have triggered him. With a smiling face, Ira will come at you without so much as a sliver of mercy in his eyes. He will wear you down with his colourful use of the modern language in such a straightforward and open manner that it would be hard to see him as anything more than a thug. He isn't the type who enjoys beating around the bush and avoiding the elephant in the room, seeing it as a mere waste of time. He much prefers just getting to the goal as quickly as possible and resolving the matter then and there. As a side note, Ira will get irritated when called by the derogatory term 'Wyrm'; a name often spat towards him, mocking his more serpentine appearance.

A physical presence, Ira is not your stereotypical muscle head. He isn't the type that will just dive in at the deep end without a plan; hoping that his guts and determination would prevail in the end. Confident Ira does know what his physical limitations are and will scarcely attempt to overcome them in the field of battle. Disciplined and committed to his Knight partner, he will without a doubt dutifully accomplish what his required within his own capabilities as well as strive to achieve the best possible outcome for their team. A sign of his maturity despite his age, Ira knows how to read the situation and knows when he needs to be serious and mature as well as when the opportunity allows for him to 'relax'. That being said, when it comes to other dragon shifters , Ira can display a level of brazenness and cockyness towards them, especially those who are less experienced than himself. Considering the struggles that he has gone through to reach his present position, Ira can come across as being prideful and arrogant about his accomplishments. This pride will often spill over towards the human race, especially those who dare to question his general point of view. Whilst being mocked by his own species is one thing, Ira will not put up with it from those far younger than him.

Ira does have a somewhat mischievous vengeful side to himself that has slowly become more noticeable. This aspect of his character however only seems to be prevalent in his interactions with older dragons, largely due to the fact that it was often a 'senior' dragon who had belittled him back on the Island. Still holding a grudge towards those that judged him by his mere cover, Ira can sometimes lose himself to that underlying anger and begin to antagonise those older than him, as if to say to them. "I am just as much a dragon as you are, you will respect me". To go with this, Ira has that fire in his eyes; the innate desire to surpass those that overlooked him simply for being different.

Don't assume that Ira is the 'elitist' snobby type. Despite how he may act when 'on duty', Ira is anything but stuck up. In truth he is rather gregarious and easy to get along with, enjoying the occasional get together at the local taverns as well as a weekend spent among friends. A lightweight when it comes to drinking, Ira when beyond the level of 'tipsy; can often times be rather loud and invasive. When in his drunken stupour he shows little care for your personal space and will revert into the touchy feely type. Easily a drunken fool that would embarrass himself, it has often been debated whether or not he is more dangerous when transformed or under the influence. Ira's ability to easily fall under the influence of alcohol is largely a bi product of the peace that has prospered over the recent years. Unlike some dragons who may fall victim to hubris and their own arrogance spurned by their vastly superior strength, Ira is instead quite humble and fond of the human's. To them he is a dragon, pure and simple. To some dragons he is a blight. Living among the humans has been a more rewarding life for him and he thoroughly enjoys their company. Truthfully he cherishes such moments of peace and tranquillity where he is able to just live a normal life void of duty and responsibility, knowing full well that the life he has chosen carries with it the ever looming danger of death. Yet as stated, Ira does not fear the grim reaper's approach and will happily lay down his life for the greater good of the kingdom. He is one of many that shield the citizens from the dangers that lurk, another cog in the intricate workings of his kingdom.

,As a shifter, he views it as his responsibility to serve his knight like a dragon is expected to do, serving them in a manner befitting their roles as guardians of the kingdom. Of course that isn't to say that he would go along with potentially evil agenda's. While he inwardly wants to be the ideal 'protector', he is rational enough to accept that small sacrifices may be required for the better good, thus he isn't against tactics that may endanger a few innocents if it can save a hundred more. He takes his position as a shifter quite seriously and is very proud of it, he would sooner die than have someone disgrace the honour of the position. It comes as no surprise that his pride may sometimes lead him into getting into problems with people that appear to take their position for granted or those that try to use their authority for ill gotten gains.

Ira would never admit it, but he still feels a degree of inferiority towards the other dragon shifters, the fact that he is a hybrid species rather then a 'pure species' has often left him feeling the need to act the 'model dragon in front of everyone. Having had a majority of other dragons look down upon him in his youth as well as his parents union, Ira struggles with the expectations or rather, lack of expectations that some may have of him. Even to this day, Ira gets uncomfortable with the bonding ceremony; overthinking thing and assuming that his new rider would prefer a proper dragon, despite the fact that Ira has more than proven his worth with his previous riders. A bi-product of his inferiority complex; Ira sometimes has second thoughts about his own capabilities in regards to being his Knights dragon; worried that his situation would have negative repercussions for whomever gets saddled with him. During times where his anxiety gets the better of him, Ira will drink his sorrow away.

While he values his rider and holds insecurities towards the bonding ceremony, Ira will still end the partnership with his rider if he feels that he is no longer adequate enough to hold the position. Only those who uphold the knights code and fight for the people are worthy of partnering with him, regardless of what their background is. These insecurities do not make him desperate in any way and he will happily forgo any partnerships for centuries until he comes across someone he deems worthy.

Another cause for his drinking habits is his lack of experience with dealing with the opposite gender. Whilst most girls he can deal with in a 'professional' manner befitting his role as a dragon shifter and guardian of the kingdom, he struggles with the more daily interactions whilst off duty . Socially Ira can become severely flustered quite easily, unable to distinguish between what could be considered a mere teasing or true intentions. Unlike a certain someone, Ira does not possess the confidence to simply walk up to a woman and casually chat her up, much less woo her. His naivety in the department is likely spurned on by the aforementioned inferiority complex that he struggles with, having felt that he was not adequate enough to be with a dragon of pure heritage. It doesn't help that a particular Wyvern seems to relish every opportunity she has to make his life ever the more difficult. Needless to say, he is like most men; an oblivious fool.
“Honour remains past our expiration, It transcends eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.”

Ira is the product of a rare union between a Wyvern; his father and an Eastern Dragon; his mother. Generally speaking, the various species of dragons inhabiting the Isle's of Golassi would tend to stick to their own species when it came to finding a mate, largely due to the high mortality rate of those born to mixed parentage. Still, despite this it is often hard to go against true love and it was inevitable that his parents would end up together; eventually siring a single egg during the course of their union. This egg eventually being Ira.

As you could imagine, Ira being the result of mixed parentage had been born with several traits belonging to either parent, whilst also lacking several of their species only traits. He had been born an amalgamation of the two species in both ability and appearance, hatching out almost snake-like. At a glance, given the length of his body it was often assumed that Ira had been born an Eastern dragon, the long snake like body a trait associated with that race of dragons. However that was simply not the case. Unlike the Eastern dragon's, Ira had wings and a well pronounced shoulder blade; two forearms and no hind legs. He was neither a Wyvern nor an Eastern dragon; he had come out an entirely new sub-species. This of course led to some dragons referring to him as a 'Wyrm', a derogatory term pocking fun at his serpentine appearance.

For awhile Ira struggled with being different to the others, his unique appearance often leaving him an outcast among many of the other dragons his age. It didn't help that the union between his father and mother had often divided the opinions of others; many dragons feeling uneasy about the inter-species breeding and what affects it would have on those born. Aside from the stories of others like Ira being born prematurely and not surviving past a few years, it was almost unprecedented for a 'hybrid' to survive long. What repercussions would there be on Ira?.

Ira however soon overcame the animosity and differing treatment, quickly growing into his own. Whilst it was true that he was different, Ira soon came to accept that his difference was nothing more than a strength that only he possessed. It made him unique to those around him, it gave him strengths that perhaps others would never have the chance to attain. Overcoming this personal hurdle, Ira sought to continue proving his own worth to the world and to the Kingdom of Yeomna, following in his fathers and his grandmothers footsteps and becoming a Dragon Shifter.

This itself had put a big weight upon Ira's shoulders; the expectations that would come once it had become known who exactly his father was and what that entailed. Ezarah Sayegh, dragonshifter to King Kahlo of Yeomna, mother to Agares and grandmother to Iravos. Whilst Agares was in his own right a great and noble dragonshifter, it would be Ezarah that many would most likely hold Iravos to comparison; the countless sacrifices she has made for the sake of the kingdom being immeasurable. Agares, at the ripe age of 989 yrs had retired from duty once his Rider had succumbed to natural causes, seeking to return to the Isle of Golassi and woo the dragoness he had long since fallen for; Izrayal, an eastern dragon. As stated it was inevitable that the two would become one and sire a sole child. Ezarah being the doting mother had been supportive of Agares's decision.

As it was with the dragons of Golassi, Ira's initial 'debut' had caused mixed reactions among the knights and nobility of Yeomna. Different to anything they had seen before, Knights who had long since dreamt of riding upon a dragon had suddenly grown hesitant when offered the chance to ride Ira. Perhaps it was his serpentine appearance that had made them uncomfortable, snakes often at the short end of the stick when it came to people's opinions; something about their long scaly body causing others to feel uneasy. Alas, as it was back on the Islands, it was only a matter of time before Ira was finally accepted for what he was; his first partner seeing the glimmer hidden within his eyes and daring to chance the unexplored.

Since that day, Ira has become rather picky about his rider; showing little interest towards those that merely seek to attain the position of Dragon rider for the mere glory of it. What he truly seeks from his partner is what he calls 'The Knights Heart', a partner who exemplifies everything it means to be a knight; one who honours the ancient code of conduct and seeks to use their position for the betterment of the Kingdom, rather than for the glory of ones self.

Presently, Ira finds himself bonded to Mordecai; the youngest prince of Yeomna. Despite the Prince's young age, Ira could not deny the glimmer he had seen within Mordecai's eyes and the potential that that glimmer held within it. Seeking to discover what that hidden potential would eventually mature into; Ira willingly accepted Mordecai as his Knight and Rider. Without a doubt, Ira would more than happily lay down his life for the sake of the Prince.
“All Knights must bleed. Blood is the seal of our devotion.”

Type: Wyvern/Eastern Hybrid
Affinity: Fire
Height: 33ft 7inches / 20 ft 3inches
Length: 100 ft 5 inches.

At the age of 313, Ira has managed to grow into a rather impressive size for a dragon of his 'species. Being the offspring off both a Wyvern and an Eastern Dragon, Ira's growth has been a solid representation of the species defining traits. At first glance, it would be clear as day that he inherited the long snake like body of his Eastern dragon mother; his total length reaching a colossal 100ft and 5 inches (31 meters), 57 ft being the length of his snake like body whilst the first 33ft or so is his Head, neck and chest. His chest is the widest part of his body, reaching the general width size for a Wyvern of similar age, accordingly he has a 28ft wingspan. By no means a girthy dragon like Westerns, Ira is definetily a descendant of Eastern heritage and his sheer length is proof enough of that.

Ira is one of a few 'hybrids' of the dragon species. Whilst it is uncommon for dragons to mate outside of their species, it is still a possibility and Ira is one of the few success stories of such a pairing. Father a 'Wyvern' and mother an 'Eastern Dragon', Ira has inherited the physical characteristics of both his parents. Whilst closely meeting the general description of a Wyvern, who have two hind legs and a pair of wings, Ira instead possesses two arms alongside a set of wings, the rest of his body appearing to be more serpentine in nature, much like that of an Eastern dragon. Which a serpentine lower half, Ira moves along the ground by slithering as opposed to walking and in order to move faster, Ira can use his forearms as 'feet' to pull himself along the ground this however will tire him faster. His snake like body however isn't just for show. Like a constrictor would, Ira can coil his lower half around objects and/or others, beginning to tighten around them to the point where he crushes whatever it is that he has wrapped himself around; this further enhanced by his forearms. Due to having used his forearms to pull himself around, Ira has developed both the strength in his arms and shoulder as well as a tight almost vice like grip in his hands.

For a general Idea of how he would move, using his arms.

Whilst having traits associated to both species, Ira too loses out on some of the characteristics that make each parent species unique. Without the hind leg strength from his Wyvern parentage, Ira lacks the ability to physically 'push' himself off the ground in a similar manner to most dragons; i.e. he can't get as effective a running start in order to propel himself skyward. Whilst he can push off with his forearms, they simply are not constructed in the same manner as hind legs would be (such as lacking calves and thigh muscles) and therefore not as effective. Also due to his snake like body being much longer than that of a Wyvern, he loses some of the speed that Wyverns are generally known for in exchange for the flexibility commonly associated with Eastern dragons.

His wingspan is proportionate to that of a Wyvern of similar age whilst his body length is equivalent to that of an Eastern Dragon.
"Strength is not as simple as being able to move mountains. True strength lies in that moment when one chooses to act for the greater good despite the futility of the situation; when someone choose to oppose the flow and go against the current, in order to fight for their beliefs. True strength is the ability to stand up for what is right, no matter the cost. It is but the glimmer of power that arises in that one single defining moment"

Ira's human form stands at about 5ft 11inches in height and appears to be a well-built, handsome young man. Raised in preparation of following in his father's footsteps as a dragonshifter, Ira has developed a rather tone and well defined muscle outline across the whole of his body. As a human, Ira has a naturally fair skin complexion which is devoid of any visible markings. To go with his height and toned figure, Ira is a natural born red head, the fiery red colour of his hair a consistent trait within his family, primarily his mothers side. He has inherited his fathers sharp facial features.

In terms of attire, Ira's clothing normally consist of a handful of colors. Primarily he can be found wearing a mixture of red, black and white with the occassional gold or silver trimmings on his clothing. He generally always wears a full sleeve base layer underneath a black buttoned jacket emblazoned with the schools emblem, accompanied by black jeans. Around his neck is a long red scarf that is almost twice as long as he is tall; an item once belonging to Rosalia; the woman he had almost devoted his life to prior to his DWMA days. In addition to his standard get up, Ira normally wears high top boots; more for functionality rather then appearance. These rugged boots served him well while he lived on the outskirts of society.

In terms of accessories, Ira has a small silver pendant around his neck; a chain necklace that once belonged to his grand mother. Both of his ears are pierced and currently hold silver stud's in each lobe. Occasionally he will wear a black glove solely on his right hand; the dominant of his two hands. Why he chooses to only wear it on the one hand is simply because he saw someone else doing it and felt like replicating the look.
"I am but a warrior devoted to my king and queen. My power is but an extension of their own"
1. Explosive Fire Manipulation
2. Constriction - due to his serpentine lower half.
3. Volatile Constructs - The ability to generate small orbs of fire that explode upon contact. They are affected by gravity and will plummet to the ground.
4. Enhanced Speed - Slightly slower than Wyverns, but faster then Western/Eastern dragons in flight.
5. Enhanced Flexibility - Like an Eastern Dragon. Can maneuver in the sky just as easily, potentially even better; utilizing his wings for complex spins and turns.
6. Enhanced Strength - Pretty Standard.
7. He has thumbs. Yes, in his dragon form his forearms are literally similar to that of a humans arms, rather then being a front set of feet. Of course this has its advantages of being able to grip and hold onto things.
8. High level of Martial arts techniques catered towards Grappling. (primarily human form, but to an extent dragon as well.

Emerald eye peeking out from the hole he had cut through the sack he resided in, Azael watched as the guards approached the front of their group; the one they called 'Crow' now taking the reigns as 'their voice'. Azael raised one brow, "Crow... who would want to be named after one of those filthy sky dwellers... cawing rats of the sky... the poor boy..I wouldn't be surprised if he got bullied" thought Azael to himself as he watched the interaction unfold.

Eager to hear rather then peek, Azael quickly turned his head to the side, his ear now pressed against the opening as he strained to hear the words being exchanged; eyes widening in shock as Crow's words implied he held importance to the city of Eskaro before his brows furrowed and he glared ahead of himself when the guard mentioned the inspection soon after. His efforts would be for naught now, the inspection more than likely about to expose his presence here among the group. A cat being among the traveling group was by no means a big shock, it was more the fact that he had lost 'the surprise factor'. With his presence revealed, it was far likelier that someone would have their eyes on him and if that were the case, he wasn't 'as free' to move around and loot as he pleased. God forbid they try to leave him here as well.

Step by step and with each clank of the guards armor; Azael could feel their presence and ultimately his discovery coming nearer and nearer; the feline form now curled up among his make shift padding inside the sack. Discovery was a given, whether he decided to leap out the sack himself or merely wait for the bag to be opened. Nothing he could do would change that fact now; unless one of his potato's could magically turn him invisible. He doubted that though. It was simply a lose lose situation he now found himself in. Thus If he was to be discovered, then there was only one thing he could really do; he'd continue to play the part of a simple cat after all there was no need to take the 'wool off their eyes' just yet.

Light rushed forward into the exposed domain belonging to Azael; the accompanying heat of the golden ray landing upon his back in full force as he pretended to be in deep slumber; not even stirring when the guard questioned his presence here. That of course was a defence far too unprepared for the sudden attack from Pyrrhus, his ear twitching in annoyance when the centaur called him 'Sir Paddy Paw's". The resulting chuckle from the guard did not help either; the man had signed his death warrant with that mistake. With a somewhat disgruntled 'meow' Azael was soon picked up by the Centaur, Azaels slit like eyes staring into the centaurs. If looks could really kill right now... then Azael's look would have. Marillene was one thing and he could forgive her for that, however he didn't need another especially a full grown adult person spreading this emasculating name around.

'A time.. and a place.. that day will come soon'. Azael told himself inwardly, as he listened in on Pyrrhus and Crow's discussion about Marillene. A letter would be nice.. even Azael would hate to think what kind of state she must be in considering his sudden disappearance. As if to add his own say on the matter; Azael meowed in agreement. The sooner she knew the truth of his disappearance, the quicker this lingering feeling of guilt would dissipate. Satisfied that the issue would be resolved, he quickly glanced either side of himself to peer at the rest of their group; his eyes falling upon several particular objects belonging to certain members as the guards continued with their inspection. A faint smirk appearing across Azael's furry face; he really did hit the jackpot with these people.

Alas the time to take what would soon be his was not now; regardless of the obvious reasons as to why he couldn't just take what he liked at this particular moment, Azael found himself restrained by the centaur, his movements cut off by the grip around his body. Sure he had his ways of forcing his way free.. but that would simply ruin the bigger picture. Reluctantly, Azael admitted his defeat in this matter and begrudgingly allowed himself to be carried. The feeling of shame and humiliation soon took hold as Pyrrhus made his way over to Iolas. Azael had his suspicions about the high elf; the way he seemed to keep his general distance from him at all times; though back in Gideon's mansion he didn't really care for it. If anything it had made it far easier to do as he pleased. His suspicions however were soon confirmed.

'Yes. Thats right. A cat. That is all I am... continue to believe that' Azael's thoughts mused, his eyes flickering between Pyrrhus and the obviously uncomfortable elf. Azael took note of Iolas's discomfort, this information potentially coming in handy at some point; both for the sake of his own amusement as well as potentially meaning the difference between a successful heist and a failed one. That being said, Azael had to wonder what the elf's reaction would be if he were to find an obligatory furball in his food or perhaps he'd commandeer the high elf's bed as his own. Mark his territory by covering the sheets in his fur if needed. Azael laughed inwardly, eyes now fixed onto Iolas. If the high elf were to make eye contact with him now, he'd be sure to see the face of the devil himself reflected in his emerald eyes; the potential for torment that he could dish out seemingly endless right now.

That being said and perhaps a mere coincidence; what caught his ears next was anything but amusing. Quickly Azael glanced towards the direction of Nova, the dagger she held in one hand accompanied by her drow fanged smile said she meant business; at least to the one who was currently being referred to as food and current circumstances may have supported her view. Again laughing to himself, this time masking his discomfort to the thought she had placed in his head, Azael had to wonder if this dangerous woman was aware of the game 'scissors-paper-stones'. Currently he was the paper and she the scissor.. but given the circumstances, Azael could just as easily shift into the stone and crush the sharp tongued vixen. He'd sooner be the devourer rather than the devoured. Unsure if she would notice, Azael managed to squeeze one arm free; holding it outwards from where he was being held and revealing a set of his own personal finger daggers out for her to see; the accompanied hiss soon following suit.

It wasn't long before they were finally free of the guards relentless inspection and left to wander the city of Eskaro; Crow taking the lead as they were led through the winding streets and towards their destined location. From his vantage point within the arms of Pyrrhus, Azael had taken note of the deadpan faces of the local citizens; their straight faced expressions giving off a rather depressing vibe. Crow ultimately revealed the reasons for such a bleak first impressions that the citizens had given off; Azael inwardly agreeing to himself that he did smile for atleast two of the three reasons Crow had stated; ironically a grin appearing between his whiskers. The grin however was premature and would not last as they neared their destination.

Awaiting their arrival; Knights stood resolute and despite their blades remaining sheated one could not deny that they were any less intimidating without them. Beyond these stoic guards the attendants, messengers and maids scurried about with their duties and among them a single man garbed in red and white robes had approached; welcoming their party to the city of Eskaro whilst informing them of the need to dismount. If only Azael could dismount his precarious position in Pyrrhus's grasp; a simple glance upwards to the underside of his chin confirming that this would not occur anytime soon. Pyrrhus wasn't even paying attention to him at this point perhaps caught up in everything that was going on. Azael sighed, not enjoying his restricted freedom.

With the party now dismounting; Azael could only observe the others. Some more bothered than others by the welcoming. The blue haired Cyndaran whom he had learnt was called Feyre was particularly verbal about her horse's care; the cold seriousness hidden behind her sing-song voice not lost on Azael. She was definetily a predator; though one completely different to Nu'ovis. This was apparent in the way she had dismounted her own horse, the little to no fuss despite her rather snarky attitude. Honestly, Azael was more surprised that Nu'ovis was not the one to silently threaten one of the servants. What did surprise him however was the vastly different personality of Trileon, the one who spent a lot of her time with Nu'ovis. Her politeness was clearly far more welcomed, considering the expression of the Servant who had attended to her. Aside from this trio, the majority of the party went along with the mans instruction with little to no fuss; Azaria, Ora, Meera, Iolas, Desrick seemingly content with the necessity of the task.

Once everyone with the exception of Azael was on foot; they were led into the inner sanctum of the Monastery. Instantly Azael's jaw dropped whilst his eyes seemingly sparkled in response to the wonders of the Monastery. From the golden Sun mosaic to the bronze statues adorning each alcove; Azael's eyes could not rest on one thing. Each step that Pyrrhus carried him further inside only helped to nurture the inner greed of Azael, the desire to pilfer each statue for his own collection growing steadily. So entranced by the expensive works of art on display, Azael did not even register the man standing upon the balcony; a man whose mere presence had quickly attracted the attention of everyone else; for good or bad. Clearly there was some pre-established relationship at work here; not that that bothered Azael. With their eyes fixated on the same thing, no one would notice if Azael were to get up to his usual antics.. or so he had wished. There was only one problem to that and that problem was currently holding him prisoner. For the second time in short succession, Azael sighed.

Lamenting his poor luck at this moment, Azael forced himself to turn his attention to the Bishop presently looking down on them. There was no point in torturing himself by continuing to look at all the goodies within arms reach. Merely using the Bishop as a means to distract himself, Azael hadn't really registered the man's speech in its entirety; though considering what happened next it was highly likely that it was not 'good news'. As it had been outside, Feyre had been the first to speak up; the displeasure in her voice and the words she spoke resonating with the captive feline, who quickly fixed his gaze upon her.

'Yes... I completely understand Mrs Feyre.. nobody enjoys being restrained..' Azael spoke inwardly, his head bobbing up and down in a nod. "...to be held captive as if on the end of a leash. What an atrocity it is to have ones freedom robbed... do not fret.. I understand completely' Azael peered upward at Pyrrhus again, his captor and freedom robber.Admittedly the current expression the centaur currently held on his face was priceless. Clearly, Azael had missed something as Desrick was quick to intervene with Feyre's outburst. The others -most of them- seemed to share this as their faces contorted into a myriad of expressions. Ora looked pissed, Meera frustrated and Azaria clearly had enough of this. Then you had Iolas and Nu'ovis; the latter unsurprisingly siding with Feyre whilst the former simply took this in stride; laughing it off.

Blind to the bigger picture at play here, Azael could not see why Feyre was in the wrong. Like her, he too did not enjoy the idea of having a babysitter or in his case, captor accompanying him everywhere and restricting his freedom. Despite current appearance, he was not an animal to be locked up or leashed as Feyre had put it. He was a free spirit, placed on this earth to do as he so pleased. To be robbed of that.. well, it was not a pleasant feeling and to voice his point without actually speaking, Azael began to wriggle in discomfort, a few higher pitched meows escaping his mouth as he glared upwards.

Huntertabbysandshark3 · May 31, 2019

Appearance: due to sarcove young age and lack experience of experience being in human form he basically has a scale like armor is basically part of his human form he’s still capable of allow his wings and tail to imerge and he often does mostly for balance, the helmet hinges open across the lenght so he can eat it also makes him seem more intimidating then he actually is allowing him to hid his emotions behind its helmet

Name: sarcove dal’keys
Age: 120
Type of Dragon: western dragon
Role: Newest Bonded knight-in-training's Dragon
Gender: male
Height: 200cm

“Del’keys a name synonyms with death, beasts of hell that spew forth noxious fumes that wither life around them, i am sarcove, sarcove del’keys”

Personality: sarcove for his rather intimidating appearance is actually a rather well mannered creature he tries to at lest show some kindness to other although he easily forgot other have emotions in the first place, his idea of well mannered is blut realism because no one ever learns form being coddled, he also does try to act somewhat intimidating in the the presence of other dragons as he understands his got his family’s odd reputation to keep up, and useing it more or less as a shield to hide behind when around other dragon when he does warm up to someone well he’s a rather nice fellow although spending large amounts of his time in dragon form means that a lot of those odder dragon thing have carried over, meaning he’s prone to nuzzling things even while a human. Behind all that armor though he is still very much a young dragon so.., a little bit of affection goes a long way as much as he tries to deny it.

Backstory: sarcove comes form a interesting family of dragons said to have been cursed long ago with the inability to do magic or even breath fire the dal’keys are capable of instead producing alchemical compound within them selves leading to the family being shunned by regular society but also a point of extreme interest as it’s said that even without any real powers there probably the most versity and dangerous, in fact the head of the dal’keys family is said to be able to produce such a noxious poison it can fell a army in mere minutes leading to there shockingly terrifying reputation is the youngest of the dal’keys unlike his rather proud parents he’s rather embarrassed by the family’s abilities and reputations as bringers of death and plagues, in a rage one day his father told him to go out there and change that reputation if he was so worried about it and that's exactly what sarcove set out to do become a dragon for a dragon knight of course no one wanted to deny the dragon his wises as well... the supestions of the del'keys continued to carried over so they let him and hence the tormoment to find the beast his partner...for better or worse

Powers: sarcove is young meaning he doesn’t have full access to the dal’keys archives( big library full of alchemy book) he knows about 3 alchemical products

Alchemist Fire: a blazing concoction capable of burning even underwater not as powerful as true dragon fire although it does stick to stuff meaning it’s even harder to stop burning
Corses dance: this is breathed out in a airasol form the substance travels to the brain of the targets cause irregular and irratic muscle movement for a short period of time after inhalation for a decent quantity it is also ubsorb through the skin
logermers folly: a acid like substance can be spat in globs or in a mist to damage sensitive organs

In addition he can “eat” most substances without any ill affects so that’s a plus also a amazing sense of taste and smell

Dragon Appearance: sarcove is rather large for a young dragon in this form he stand about 12m tall and is 27m long form head to tail his body smells of alchemy ingredients as is to be expected and in all honesty is appeance is rather fearsome

Partnered with:Namira

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Once again the the factory churned out a single blade, the smoking suit of armor inspected it once again. the deep black smoke changed to a dark blue emerging form the many joins of its body. The blacksmith took the weapon to a simple metallic table, with a small set of tools placing it down it began to inscribe multiple sets of ruins into it, rather quickly before stamping a seal into it. The metallic construct took the blade to a sort of factory basement. This part was the factory was no smoked filled like the rest of the place it, housed a single bench almost totally coated in runes upon the table there was a person well half a person much of the left side of there body and been replaced with metallic prosthetic each seems only half finished. The person however seemed almost alive more like they were in a coma, the blacksmith walked over towards the table grabbing onto the metallic arm replacement proceeding to disassemble the hand smith the. replaced it with the sword, before grabbing a simple tap recorder pressing the record button "Experiment six hundred and seventy three replacement of limb with effective weaponry".

Avari · May 31, 2019

Crown Princess Cereza Chaugre of Yeomna

APPEARANCE

AGE
31

NATIONALITY
Yeomna

ROLE
Eldest Princess and heir to the throne

GENDER
Female

PERSONALITY
Affectionate | Ambitious | Paranoid | Possessive | Vigilant | Diligent | Vengeful

"Don't stray too far darling, you know your big sister gets upset when she can't see your sweet little face."

Known as the Dragon Princess of Yeomna, Cereza Chaugre is the eldest and only daughter of King Kahlo and Queen Elise. She has a reputation not only as a beautiful and graceful women, but as one of the most talented Dragon Knights in the realm. A capable diplomat and leader, Cereza possesses a calm but playful demeanor and has earned the loyalty and love of her subordinates, both as a warrior and member of royalty.

Cereza's greatest talents are her diplomatic mind and extraordinary combat abilities. She is considered by many to be one of the greatest Knights in the history of the order - her skills with the blade equaled only by her talent as a Dragon-Rider. Her partnership with the White Dragon Elaena is well known throughout the kingdom, as the pair single handedly represent one of Yeomna's most powerful military options; in no small part thanks to Elaena's monstrous size and Cereza's tactical capability. Despite her battle skills, Cereza is not particularly arrogant about it - knowing from experience that no one is truly invulnerable. She continues to pursue even greater skills as a Knight, in an obsessive effort to protect her family.

The Princess's most prominent feature is her compulsion to ensure the safety of her family - an all-consuming pursuit that borderlines on mania. Her younger brothers are especially dear to her, and she never hesitates to defend them with unthinking ruthlessness as she carries out a terrible vengeance on those foolish enough to attempt harming her family. As a Knight, Cereza maintains her calm demeanor, dispatching her enemies with unfeeling efficiency - though this calm mask can sometimes crack, revealing a sadistic and cruel attitude if she is particularly angry.
While Cereza is loyal and emphatic towards her comrades and subjects, she is merciless towards those who cross her. She is capable of acting sadistically - even vindictively. Cereza has no qualms with the use of torture, sabotage and assassination if it avoids war and prolongs the peace of the realm.

Despite her extraordinary talent, Cereza considers herself a big sister first and foremost - which is a role she takes incredibly seriously. She smothers her brothers in affection at every opportunity.Very motherly in nature, Cereza treats her siblings like children and is prone to bouts of anxiety if she doesn't know their whereabouts at all times. Those who interact with the Princess on a regular basis have learned from experience to avoid Cereza during these mercifully rare times, as any sort of interaction can potentially become a dangerous proposition. This behavior stems from the loss of Cereza's elder brother several years ago - of which Cereza feels responsible for.

BACKSTORY
The Second child born to the royal family of Yeomna, Cereza's childhood was one of strict rules and loneliness. Isolated from the world, Cereza had the rules and expectations of the royal family drilled into her from a young age. She rarely had the opportunity to interact with anyone her own age, as she was usually surrounded by old lecturers and servants. Though she wanted nothing more than to see the outside world, Cereza was a timid and anxious child - unlike her boisterous and confident brother - Azazel - who was already being acknowledged as a excellent king in waiting. Indeed, her somewhat doting nature sprung from a lack of parental affection during her childhood.

The death of her older sibling had a crushing and lasting impact on Cereza. She saw his death as her own failure, and begun a obsessive pursuit to increase her own strength - to prevent such a tragedy befalling her family ever again. She trained with the finest sword masters the realm had to offer. She studied every book that would aid her in becoming more powerful. In six short years, Cereza changed from a sheltered bookworm to a military prodigy among even the elite Knights of Yeomna.

Despite her strength and intelligence, her father never really saw her as a worthy successor to his first born - and their relationship has been rather strained for many years.

EQUIPMENT
She wields the Rapier "Moonlight" (As pictured) which was crafted specifically for her to compliment her fighting style. It is incredibly light and sharp, and she has yet to meet anyone who can match her in a duel.

A pair of daggers are hidden in her boots, which are high quality but lack any notable unique properties.

PARTNERED WITH
Elaena

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NOTES
Considered by many to currently be the finest swordsman in the Yeomna army, Cereza is outmatched only by her long-retired tutor: Reinhardt.

Her closest friends refer to her as "Ciri" in private.

Though flirtatious, Cereza has never been in a serious relationship, with only a handful of private "politically inappropriate" trysts over the last couple of years.

She is Bisexual, but this is kept private.

Cereza is right handed, but favors her left during weapons training and friendly duels. She is also adept with a pair of daggers, which are are hidden in her boots.

Azazel died when Cereza was 16.

Cereza, Age 15

Cereza, Age 24

Cynthia circled the roof of the Den; her fur cloak spread out around her, letting the icy cold air slip passed its defenses. Her gaze never left the starless sky, which was shrouded in clouds. She knew the moon was there, full and powerful, but its absence from her sight left her irritable and restless. When she had her full magical power, many of the rituals she had performed had required the moon as a source of power. She had come to associate it with comfort and security, but tonight the sky was thick with anxiety, the usual comfort she drew from the full moon remained stubbornly elusive.

She was close now. The culmination of almost a decade of painstaking research. Cynthia was confident that Sarya would provide her with results soon, and then it was only a matter of selecting an appropriate place and time to perform the ritual...

But still, she was uneasy.

She had no way of telling if her current magical predicament would be fixed by a resurrection ritual, and her Plan B was a...unpleasant scenario to contemplate. She was doing her best to mentally prepare for the ritual to fail, she had even procured Jenny’s services in advance in case; to lay the groundwork for the battles ahead.

Cynthia suddenly paused, squinting into the darkness beyond the city rooftops that her lone flickering lantern couldn’t touch. She held out her hand, there was a touch of cold against her skin.

“Rain,” she observed, frowning. A poor omen while she was seeking the blessing of the Moon.

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shadowz1995 · May 31, 2019

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Name: Fen Arkus

Age: 33

Nationality: Kilani

Role: Knight Captain

Gender: Male

Height: 6'3

Personality:

Fen is a man that is best described as rough around the edges. He is stubborn, abrasive, and at times, cocky. When he is good at something, he is not afraid to show off his skill and even less afraid to show someone up when they challenge him. He is innately curious and a thrill-seeker. The man enjoys obstacles and challenges more than most as they provide him a chance to sharpen his skills and test his mind.

The man is also very intelligent and quick witted. Able to think on his feet and adapt tactics on the fly. As abrasive as he can be, he is not disrespectful nor is he unreasonable. He is capable of great kindness and charity, always putting others before himself provided they can get past that sand paper-like exterior of his because no one ever did it for him coming up in the gladiator pits. Most people would take that to mean he's just a big bear but it couldn't be further from the truth. Fen is incredibly quick to violence when provoked and has proven this many times in the past.

Along with his intellect, Fen has very sharp wits and something of a silver tongue. He can be very convincing, charismatic, and he isn't above using his looks to get something he needs.

Backstory:
Most stories of current knights all start the same. A young lad or lady who was living under some harsh, impoverished conditions who looked towards the capital as a dream. As a goal. The capital would be their escape.

They obviously wouldnt be able to get there through bloodline connections, so they pick the next best thing. A knight in service to a noble or better yet, to the royal family.

Fen's tale is.... somewhat similar but not quite so nice. Fen was practically born from filth and raised by it. Abandoned by a mother who didn't want him because he was bad for business. Who wanted to pay for a prostitute who had kids running around? No one. Girl has to make a living, after all and no one was going to mourn some nameless infant in the gutters of Kilani. A city where such things were normal.

Fen would have been dead within the week and no one would have batted an eye. It just so happened that a street rat, thief, and obsessive gambler of a man happened upon the abandoned babe and decided to pick him up. Not out of the kindness of his heart but because of a gamble. An investment, if you will.

Raise the kid to be a cutthroat thug. Vicious, ruthless, and violent as some of the worst scum of the city. Then turn him in and turn a profit when he gets sent to the gladiator pits, knowing which fights he was going to win and which ones he would lose.

Fen's beginning is one he wishes he could tell differently. That maybe this street rat that took him in eventually came to love him as the son he never had. That things were tough but maybe they turned out for the better. But it wasnt. During the entirety of his childhood and adolescence, the man who "raised" him saw him as nothing more than a coin purse just waiting to be filled.

The worst part was that Fen probably would have done the same back then. That's just how life was in that cesspool. You did whatever you had to in order to escape and ended up just sinking deeper into the muck.

That being said, Fen's time as a prisoner and as a gladiator was probably the best thing that ever happened to him. As a prisoner, Fen met other prisoners from the cities he could only dream of reaching. They recounted their memories living there, stories they had to tell, and what they would do once they got out of the pits.

It was... a sobering realization when even the worst criminals from the other cities shed tears when they heard about why Fen was in there with them. That even they couldn't be so heartless. So.... cruel.

But to Fen, their stories saved his life. He fought for years and often survived battles by the skin of his teeth because the promise of a better life once he got out kept him going.

Eventually the boy, turned man in fires of the arena, served his full sentence, left the horrid city of his birth behind and went on to find a better life. He could be a beggar or a woodsman. Hell, he could even turn into a hermit and live alone in the forest.

Anything was better than where he was.

His skill in combat allowed him to try out to become a basic soldier and it was through his actions, skills, and intellect that he moved up in the ranks over the decades and became the Knight Captain of the kingdom's armies. The rest is history.

Equipment:

Steel chest plate, pauldrons, vembraces, and greaves with a thick cloth gamebeson underneath and leather in the gaps instead of chain mail.

Wolf fur cloak

A well-maintained steel short sword.

A tempered steel Kite shield.

A steel dagger as a back up weapon.

Belt knife for utility

Partnered with:
Ema'rri

Theme Song: Que?

Writing Sample:

The sound of a sink's faucet could be heard in the small one/one apartment along with a hiss of, what sounded like, pain. Within the cramped bathroom, was something of a hulk of a man. At six feet two inches, Sebastion certainly wasn't the tallest man in the world but he was definitely tall. Combined with 227 pounds of trained muscle, he looked like he could crush a human skull with his bare hands.

The current view of him seemed a tad bit more humble than that.

A white dress shirt lay draped across the toilet seat alongside a black suit jacket. Both pristine in condition if not for the half dried, brownish-red hue that marred the sleeves of the apparel. The cause of Mr. William's pain was the nearly closed up hole in the middle of his hand that was causing the water to become tinted with red. It was nearly completely healed but that didn't mean it didn't sting to high heaven and back.

If only his entree of healing came with a side of pain nullification. Then he would really be in business. But alas, no use crying over things that cannot be.

Sebastian reached into discarded suit's pockets and fished out his half-empty pack of smokes, pulling out one for himself. He had to pat around a bit for the lighter before remembering it was in his back pocket. He grumbled to himself as he retrieved the desired object from his dress pants. Lords above did he need this smoke.

The lighter sparked to life and in turn, set the cigarette's end ablaze. The near-immortal took a long drag before exhaling slowly with sweet, sweet relief and satisfaction. The smoke enveloped the small lavatory that would surely take days to air out but it's not like Sebastion cared. He wasn't going to stick around for long. Now, he just needed to get his hands on some scotch. Nice and neat.

Luckily, he had just that.

Williams opened the door of the bathroom, light wisps of smoke trailing after him as he walked. He kicked off his Oxfords and pulled the black tank top up and over his head, before tossing it on the rundown recliner.

The apartment was a real shithole. It looked more like a cockroach den than a living space but it provided what he needed for the time being. A place to put his head down for a few hours before continuing his search in London. He had been hearing whispers and rumors through the grapevine of a gathering of power in London. Naturally, Sebastion had made his way over to verify the validity of those rumors, as he always did. That was when the storm came and the subsequent explosion that had everyone and their mothers in a buzz. Sebastion had no idea what caused it, nor what kind of power was needed to create such damage but there was one thing he was certain of... things were changing. Powerful forces were on the move and he needed to find out what the devil was going on so he could steer clear. Most people would argue to just stay away from London in general if that was the goal but in Seb's experience, knowing what was coming made it much easier to avoid it. You didn't have to know everything... just enough.

As things stood, Seb knew nothing of the events that transpired and that was why he was here. It was why he rented out this shitty apartment for the week and took a job as a bouncer at a club as a cover for his presence.

It was also the reason he had a fresh hole in his hand. He had been assigned to keep a VIP lounge private. The client was some rich, young, stubborn prick with too much cash to blow and too many women doing the blowing. It was a long cry from his glory days back in the 1900s but so be it.

As it turned out, one of the female fratenizers was the girlfriend of a very jealous, possessive, and borderline psycho drug fiend. Apparently, he had caught wind of her activities to earn money and had snuck into the club with murder in his eyes. Sebastion was more familiar with the look in someone's eyes when they planned to kill than he cared to admit and so, he immediately moved to stop the man from getting any closer. The preventative action caused a hidden knife to be introduced to his neck.

Luckily, Seb saw THAT one coming from a mile away and quickly put up a hand to stop the knife from piercing his throat. Sure, it pierced his hand and it hurt like fucking hell, but it was better than his throat. The knife was buried handle deep and Williams simply closed his hand around the attacker's and with his free arm, brought 227 pounds of immortality trained muscle up into the druggie's sternum. His whole body lifted off the ground with the blow before collapsing into a barely breathing, unconscious heap.

Seb pulled the knife out, discarded the druggie out the back, and received a bonus for his service from the client. All without anyone really noticing what happened. Just some random idiot stirring up trouble at the VIP lounge area. It's just another night on the job for a bouncer.

Unfortunately, he came out of the club empty handed in terms of information.

"Ah, there you are."

The bottle of Scotch had finally been located. He grabbed a glass, added two ice cubes from the freezer, and topped himself off before heading to the recliner. His cigarette sat half smoked in one hand with a full glass of scotch in the other, in some rundown apartment, with nothing to on.

"Feels like a damn Noire movie...."

"And I'm the jaded detective on the case."

He let out a grunt of a laugh before taking a swig of liquid liver killer. Another pull from the cigarette followed.

The abnormal reached into his pocket and set his alarm for the evening. He had the night off due to incident several hours ago. That means he had a whole night to find what he was looking for.

About an hour passed until the cigarette was out and the glass was empty. After that, Seb merely crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and let the sweet embrace of unconsciousness take him. As always, sleep came almost too easily for him and he was out within minutes.

(Shout out to the Being Human gang that r in this RP too!)

jakthemenace · May 31, 2019

Name:
Yi Kanhou

Age:
26

Nationality:
Izanagi

Role:
Foreign ambassador of Izanagi

Gender:
Female

Height:
5’ 2”

Personality:
From many first impressions, Kanhou seems to be quiet and reserved from the way she doesn’t utter a sound or how she looks up into people’s gazes submissively. But she is analyzing them from the bottom up and simply choosing her words wisely, or writings since she is mute. If needed in her opinion, she composes a way to translate her musings into sound that strikes more strong emotion than she could ever express with her heirloom lute.

She is usually lost in critical thought most of the time, so she comes off as absent-minded and listless, focusing on one thing or the other. Even small things such as how a design on a robe was embroidered could pique her interest for quite a long time, so much so that somebody might have to snap her out of the trance. However, this also means that she can keep up an argument or discussion well and control the floor if she sets her heart to it.

She also practices calligraphy and tailoring, having made most of her dresses by herself. Eloquence is her aesthetic after all, and she executes it skillfully without a sound. She doesn’t believe in doing dirty work and engaging in more...unhinged activities.

Backstory:
Kanhou was born to a noble family in Izanagi amongst sibling rivalry and toxicity. They would compete to be the best in the arts and speech for their parent’s attention, since they were raised traditionally and discouraged anything commoner-like. She was the underdog, the caged songbird that couldn’t voice her opinion until she picked up a lute and an ink brush, having no other choice. Little did she know, they would eventually be her selling points.
As a teenager, she was chosen to play at the tournament of knights as a highly skilled musician, also to promote Yeonma and Izanagi's alliance. Before the battle even started, she was chosen by the dragon to her utter shock. It took hours of convincing and correcting before she didn't feel like she would die soon and would accept Sabriel's choice. With this elevation of status, she took a chance at pursuing a career of law.
Being well-educated in diplomacy and a willing activist, she tried to work her way up the ranks of Izanagi's government. High officials were both taken aback and impressed by her musical methods, but her luck fell short when they judged that a mute wouldn’t do well. She then moved to Yeonma to pursue a higher position and became foreign ambassador to Izanagi’s democracy.

Equipment:
A diary journal to jot down her innate thoughts
A larger notepad to express her bolder feelings
A calligraphy brush and a goose feather quill, as well as a small jar of ink
Rolls of yarn and thread and needles kept in a purse to patch up any rips or tears
Her trusty lute, well crafted and passed on through the ages

Partnered with:
Sabriel

Theme Song:

Writing Sample:

The official feast was nearing closer and closer, with maids and servants rushing back and forth through the grand hall. It was a festive day today, for the new leader had been elected and a celebration was planned to congratulate them. Out of the bumbling guests that were situated in the lobby, an intricately-robed woman sits in a lounge chair, sipping on oolong tea with delicate handling. Her hair was braided and held together away from her face with a crimson ornament, and her lips stained the rim of the teacup red. Noticing this, she wipes the stain off with a handkerchief and sets it down harshly.

Yi Kanhou was disgruntled that she would be left in here, bring treated as livestock in a crowded sty. As she was the diplomat of Izanagi, wouldn’t she be given a bit more special treatment than this? Where she was stuffed into a room with a hundred other guests that greatly varied in status? Not to say that she spat on people of lower ranking of course. The others probably felt the same way she did currently, or they didn’t care much.

A formal-dressed man steps inside to announce that preparations were ready, and all who attended could take a seat. There were assigned seats that were close to the leader’s, and Yi knew that she had earned one of them. Picking up her lute and tuning it along the way, she planned to impress with her emotional style of playing when festivities started. The few notes that she plucked with her lute pick sounded qualified enough to ring out in front of an audience with high standards. Satisfied, she makes her way with the crowd to present herself with bright colors.

RoninN7 · May 31, 2019

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Vaudivolt · Jun 1, 2019

Elizabeth Bonesse

Age
Twenty-five (25) years old

Nationality
Yeomna, Kilani-born

Role
Bonded Knight of the Yeomna Army

Gender
Female

Height
5’10” (178 cm)

Personality
Elizabeth is a true idealist, always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. While she may be perceived as calm, reserved and occasionally shy, Elizabeth has an inner flame and passion that can truly shine. Yet, some of her traits, unfortunately, put her at a high risk of being misunderstood. But, when she finds like-minded individuals to spend her time with, the harmony she’ll feel will be a fountain of joy and inspiration.

Elizabeth is guided by her principles, rather than logic, excitement, or practicality. When deciding how to move forward, she will look to honor, morality, and virtue. Led by the purity of her intent, not rewards and punishments. She’s proud of this quality, but not everyone understands the drive behind these feelings, and that can lead to isolation.

Though, at their best, these qualities enable Elizabeth to communicate deeply with others, easily speaking in metaphors and parables, and understanding and creating a medium to share her ideas. The strength of her visionary communication style lends itself well to creative works, and it comes as no surprise that Elizabeth is striving to become a tactician.

Unlike the extraverted individuals though, Elizabeth will focus her attention on just a few people, a single worthy cause. Attention spread too thinly will drain her energy quickly, and even causing her to become dejected and overwhelmed by everything she cannot fix. If not careful, she can lose herself in her quest for good and neglect the day-to-day upkeep that life demands. Left unchecked, Elizabeth may start to lose touch, withdrawing into a hermit state, and it can take a great deal of energy to bring her back to the real world.

Luckily, like the flowers in spring, Elizabeth’s affection, creativity, altruism, and idealism will always come back, rewarding her and those she loves with a world view that inspires compassion, kindness, and beauty wherever they go.

Backstory
According to Elizabeth, she came to Solandis, carrying nothing but an untainted sword, in search of the military status necessary to command her own contingent of knights. Seeking to use them to weaken the control delinquents have over her birthplace. This selfless objective supposedly earned her a place in the Yeomna Army, allowing her to get one step closer to freeing Kilani from corruption. Her military training taught her many things over time, most importantly her lack of resolve to end a life. Believing every life worthy she pledged to herself to use lethal force only as a last resort.

This pledge proved itself easy to uphold whilst still in military training. Even during the tournament, where her victories were hard-earned, she managed to win her fights without lethal force. Trusting the pommel of her blade to render her opposition unconscious. When the final bout came it appeared as if she would need to break her pledge or forfeit given the conditions of victory, neither of which worthy of consideration. Yet, before she could decide between two evils, the dragonshifter claimed her as her handler, for reasons unknown. Maybe in due time, the motivations that led up to that faithful decision will reveal themselves.

Equipment
Knightess' garments, cloth and leather overtop light-weight chainmail, plated gauntlets and greaves.
A two-handed blade.

Partnered with
Mikoyan (

Pilgrim59 )

Theme Song

Writing Sample

Once again the sky called out for the scene to be repeated. For the actors to take the stage, only one aware that fate had made them the amusement of an incoherent deity. The blood on her blade still fresh before time itself reverted the weapon, the wielder, and her companion back to the campsite where the scene had come to repeat itself from. The blade, clean, untainted, and reflecting the light of dancing flames of their campfire upon its surface.

It only took a moment this time for the demented show to start. A crack of thunder, a symbol flashing in her mind. Just long enough to make out the shape. Just long enough to distract her from the danger approaching from the forest’s undergrowth. It had caught her off-guard the first few times, but the more it happened the easier she could respond to it. From the undergrowth came a flash of light, followed by an arrow emerging, seeking to pierce Gabriella’s heart. Prepared, she pulled the hilt of her blade, coaxing the hefty weapon to move, serve as a means to ward off the arrow and ricochet it off into the darkness of night.

“Ambush!” Rhomm bellowed in response to the assault before the hulking brute stomped to the edge of the forest clearing. Once again attempting to hide in the shadow of the trees, a tactic that hadn’t worked the previous times the wanna-be rogue orc had tried. But, then again, he didn’t seem to realize this all happened before, moments ago even. No, she was the only one, but that mattered little now. What mattered was her goal, to find a way to break the cycle.

koala · Jun 1, 2019

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Ema’rri
[div class=colorbox]AGE[/div] 266
[div class=colorbox]GENDER[/div] Female

[div class=colorbox]DRAGON[/div] Wyvern
[div class=colorbox]ROLE[/div] Knight Captain's Dragon
[div class=colorbox]PARTNER[/div] Fen Arkus

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Ema’rri’s short appearance gives her a youthful look. Her hips are full, often emphasized by the body-hugging clothes she wears. Due to her young age and somewhat lazy nature, her horns, pointed ears, and tail are out in the open for everyone to gawk at. Chime bells are attached to the tips of her horns and no one really knows why. They are beneficial for announcing her presence though.

Ema’rri has smooth scales and is on the smaller size. As a dragon, she's mostly a cream color with accent of a purplish gray. She could be compared to being the size of 2-3 adult Asian elephants.

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Personality: Ema’rri can be inquisitive when she genuinely becomes interested in someone. She isn’t afraid to speak her mind, though it’s often in a calm and not aggressive way. Although it is important to note that she speaks her mind on topics that don't concern her. People may see her as one of the more temperate dragons to be around due to her nonchalance and overall disregard for things that are of no interest to her. That being said, she loves challenges and hates being looked down upon, especially when her partner is the main target. When this occurs, a more vocal side of hers will appear. She’s a bit more rough with her words in these scenarios and will hit or kick her fellow dragon mates, unless she's feeling more on the mischievous side. She may also pinch their cheeks among other physical displays.

[div class=colorbox]LIKES[/div] bread, baked goods, hanging from places, sleeping
[div class=colorbox]DISLIKES[/div] being woken up, vegetables, strong scents

Background: Ema'rri's story is not as impressive as her fellow mates. Her parents were very relaxed with her since she was the youngest of her siblings. That meant an endless amount of doting and attention. When it came time for her to leave and visit Solandis, her parents were almost even against it. Of course, the young fletchling went anyways, even if she had no idea if the dragonshifter life was the lifestyle for her. She didn't know what else to do with her life, however, so she decided that was better than nothing at least.

Ema'rri has lived her dragon life justly, following her partners with loyalty even if she may have disliked one. Although she visually disliked this one rider, she actually loved her the most. Selene was the kindest of all her partners and that was probably why Ema'rri acted like she didn't like the woman. She didn't like how nice Selene was and how easy it was for the dragon to get away with things. She also didn't like how Selene had to do all the dirty jobs and how everyone talked down to her. It's what brought out the competitive side of Ema'rri.

Selene is also the reason why Ema'rri is very attached to her partners. As of now she has been with Fen since she was 258.
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Aside from being fast, Ema’rri has an affinity towards shadows. This means she can essentially hide in shadows larger than her and turn her body into a shadow itself. Think of it as cloaking.[/div]

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Music:

Writing Sample: Evergreen Circus[/div]

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polkadot · Jun 1, 2019

Jakhal Rischen

"I've had more interesting conversations with the grass than with most people."

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basic information:
name: Jakhal “Jax” Rischen
gender: female
age: 120 years
role: TBD
species: Dragon (Drake)
height: 5'5"

appearance: In human form Jax likes to wear long flowing fabrics that brush the the ground as she walks, along with countless chains and jeweled accessories to give every step an accompanying ring of metal on metal. Her long black hair is always in a braid and she doesn't normally have any of her dragon features showing.

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persona:
personality: Jax has always loved learning. She was always happy to be on her own as a youngster, adventuring and getting her claws dirty with experience, and even today that holds true. There are times that she would be perfectly happy to forget all spoken language and live out her days with nothing but herself and the natural surroundings of the world. She dreams of spending days feeling sand at her feet and studying the skies above. Despite being incapable of flight herself, she has always wished she could reach the skies in her exploration.
However, this line of thought is kept buried deep down. After the death of her family, she began to feel that understanding the world through studies might be more important than seeing it in person. While she doesn’t really enjoy adhering to responsibility, her sense of justice overshadows her wandering nature and have brought her to become a bonded shifter. The position offers just enough resources that Jax feels she can get an idea of what is happening in the world, which provides her some comfort, as she always fears she is being left in the dark on matters.
She doesn’t trust easily and can be quite snippy with strangers. Even with acquaintances she communicates mostly in sarcasm and quips, and she doesn’t hide the fact that she has no interest in deep conversation. But she would never admit out loud just how deeply seated her trust issues go. Jax is exceedingly wary around those in positions of extreme power, even the royal family whose country she fights to protect, because their actions have such far reaching affects in the state of the world and their ambition can be dangerous. Her ears are always open to rumors and whispers that might hint of danger in the political landscape – and any hints relating to her family’s deaths.
But she doesn't hang in the gloom of her past. When she isn't studying, Jax likes to perform traditional dances; in her words, the feelings of dancing is what she imagines flying could be like. The inability to fly has also given her an interest in the sky, since she always wants to reach what feels farthest away, and she often studies weather to try and predict changes in the sky. Her form is always decorated in jewelry as a result of her habit of collecting every little thing she finds interesting (i.e. whatever is shiny).

likes: Spicy food, dancing, collecting small trinkets, studying weather patterns
dislikes: Sleeping, overly tidy living spaces, lying

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biography:
history: Jax was born as the youngest child to a large family of drakes who lived at the edge of Izanagi, next to the Malanoe Mountains. She was never exceptionally close to her family, preferring to explore the desert on her own and avoid responsibility. It was hard to nail down a single parental figure in her youth. Both parents and all six older siblings spent the same amount of time watching over her and, reciprocally, the same amount of time ignoring her. It never bothered her, but it did drive a wedge in her ability to form familial bonds.
For decades Jax lived with her family, randomly journeying through the mountains to sate her wanderlust but always returning home. Perhaps it was that there was some familial loyalty left, perhaps it was because she was too scared to truly live in the unknown, but she always came back and found the rest living comfortably. She never really knew how her family made their living, only that they ran some business that she had no interest in.
There came a day when her parents asked that she and her siblings leave for Solandis to become bonded shifters. They didn’t explain their insistence and Jax didn’t ask, she just ignored their words and left to her mountains. The last time she returned home, her entire family had been slain. By who and for what reason, she didn’t know, but she felt that there was a powerful threat still out there that she wouldn’t be able to find on her own. All she could think to do was to leave and follow her family’s last request to become bonded in Solandis. Her current partner is her first, and though Jax is more interested in studying history and politics than in actually fighting, she does work hard to be a worthwhile partner.

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other:
important information: Powers: Jax is adept at earth manipulation, specializing in terrain changes. What she lacks in physical strength she makes up for in speed.
Dragon Appearance: Jax is on the smaller side for a dragon. Much of her bulk is made up of petal-like, cartilaginous extensions of the transverse processes of her vertebrae that almost give the appearance of wings. These extensions help her maintain balance when running at fast speeds and also navigate when she uses her earth manipulation to create tunnels.

Partnered with: TBD
Theme Song:
Writing Sample: The sand always felt heaviest right before sunrise. It was the coolness of the night that held all the weight, like it was in a deep sleep with the rest of the world just waiting to be warmed by the sun. The only sound accompanying the approaching dawn was the whisper of light fabrics against the earth and the soft klink of bangles, each jostled with every step.
Jax ghosted over the sands, every breath deliberate and focused. The air chilled her lungs. The city wasn’t that far north, but something about the unbroken stillness of the dark siphoned away the warmth of the day. But she didn’t mind so much. The dark brought its own intricacies to study.
The night wasn’t what brought her to this spot, though. With practiced movements, Jax smoothed the layers of her skirt down, silk waterfalls of black dotted with brilliant orange like the wings of a butterfly; they were as close to wings as she would ever get. She pinched one edge of the skirt and brought her hand up over her head, letting the fabric slip between her fingers and hang in an endless canvas at her side. Her feet crossed in position, and her other hand fell at her side, cupping the last of the night.
The moment the first ray hit, Jax began to move. Her feet slid across the sand and her left hand made flourishing gestures that sent waves of noise from her bracelets into the air like a bell signaling the dawn. Her right hand held fast to her skirts, letting them flow and spin and brush away her footprints from the sand.
She was quick. Everything about the dance mirrored her fighting style, from the speed to the exacting precision of each move. It was all fitting of a dragon in battle - except her expression. That was serenity.
The sands that were kicked up seemed to freeze in the sun, her skirt billowing and creating her own horizon of earth. She focused on the dance but her eyes saw only the sun and how it painted the sky with daylight. How it painted the orange silks in her hand with glowing embers that looked just like wings. Her wings.
This was her flight.
“Jakhal.”
At once the magic dissipated. The edges of her skirts fell unceremoniously, entirely incapable of lifting anything from the ground. Even the sand was still now, only a few depressions leaving any sign that someone had passed.
“What?” The expression on her face was also gone, now a mask of irritation as she looked at who had intruded.
The knight before her didn’t look all too thrilled by their interaction either. Jax could see the twitch of muscle under his jaw as he stifled a yawn before saying, “Your knight would like to meet with you.” And Jax could hear the wary emphasis of the words: your knight. The bonded partner you chose. Like she didn’t understand the weight of her decision.
She turned around and let her limbs stretch in the warmth of the sun that had now fully risen. Normally it would seep into her bones and melt away her worries. But she had things to do now. “I’ll be right there,” she answered over her shoulder, then waited a few moments for the knight to retreat after he realized she wasn’t going to follow him.
Jax counted her breaths again: in, hold, out. The dawn tasted like cinnamon, a little heat but not quite hot. At least she could find a little joy in the morning despite being interrupted. It was important to start the day off on the right foot.
It was her first day as a bonded dragon, after all.

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Pilgrim59 · Jun 1, 2019

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Strength

Dexterity

Constitution

Intelligence

Wisdom

Charisma

[div class=header] Personality[/div]
TLDR:
+ Vigilant / Circumspect
+ Practical (if it ain't broke...)
+ Advocate of Liberty
- Semi-Pessimist / Relatively Reserved
- Practical (tends to question before commit)
- Stubborn
- Somewhat childish at times

General Description:
Mikoyan is a reserved and astute draconian, whose curiosities never wander far from her own personalities. She tends to lay everything out before committing to a cause - by reasons and logic. Mikoyan is a stoic personnel of interest as a person. She is keen on acting in the common interests of her party and prefers to only act upon a certain situation should it demands her utmost attention. Mikoyan carries a certain sense of pride as a dragon, and would not be afraid to stand tall before any challenges, despite her height.

Behind her composed demeanor, she can sometimes be insecure about certain things, or just simply care to show her intrigues outwardly, albeit subtly. In addition to her nonchalant personality, she despises those that sticks to the rule book all the time. While she is not openly rebellious, Mikoyan is careful in her assessments, before voicing her concerns. An ardent believer in personal liberties, she generally has a lax demeanor, but is far from a generally wise dragon. This is reflected in her childish personality at times, born of self-endowed practicalities. Although she is far from an idealist, Mikoyan has her head set on the betterment of herself, even if she does not care for it - simply due to her innate pride as a dragon.

Despite her calm personality, she is easily annoyed when her height is addressed, or if someone touched her pudding. Accompanying her nonchalant posture, Mikoyan is somewhat lazy at times, and given her skewed perception of her knight handler, Mikoyan will do whatever it takes to not get the two into the spotlights. A grain of laziness, and a handful of self-entitled reluctance, Mikoyan is far from an ideal dragon, but nevertheless have conceded with her purpose to keep her knight and herself alive at all costs.
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[div class=header2] The Azure Fulcrum

[div class=text]Name: Mikoyan (Miko)

Age: 271

Gender: Female

Type: Water Wyvern

Role: Bonded Knight's Dragon

Height: 4 ft. 2 in. (127 cm)

Partner: Elizabeth Bonesse (

Vaudivolt )
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TLDR:
+ Smokescreens, disruptive camouflage, light fire breaths, excellent speed, and water-gliding expertise.
- Thin hides, mediocre strengths, reliant on speed over force, meek fire breaths and water-diving skill dependent on rider's stamina.

General Description:
Like many shapeshifting dragons, Mikoyan is capable of turning into her human form without much hassles. Her choice of a small form derived from her preferences of being able to fit through most places, discerning the actual use of baiting shopkeepers to indulge her with free candies. In her draconian form, Mikoyan is a white water wyvern with black protruding horns that is seen throughout her wings, as it also forms part of her exoskeleton frame, with bluish veins stretching through her wings. She possesses thin wing membranes that aids her agile form. As such, her thin hide and scales act as natural camouflage device - refracting sunlight to conceal herself in the air, and using shadows to mask her presence in the dark with ease. Accompanied by her affinity for water-based magic, Mikoyan is able to boil her breath to deploy smokescreens.

High Speed Low Drag-on:
Overall, Mikoyan is a nimble dragon that relies on her trades of speed and agility to conduct her battles. Relying on her natural air-frame and camouflage, she is a typical boom-and-zoom wyvern that primarily focuses on hit-and-run tactics - swooping down on her targets from above, before climbing above the clouds for concealment. With her strong affinity for water, and her well-conditioned reserves of stamina, she is able to partake in prolonged skirmishes without much hassle. However, Mikoyan's small size and her lack of raw strength, as compared to her bigger draconian counterparts, makes her vulnerable to heavy strikes, as her thin hides can only sustain so much damage before she is rendered powerless. While she is able to breathe fire, Mikoyan's water affinity makes her more ideal for water-based spells and barrages.

Sealander:
Another thing of note, is that Mikoyan is well-versed with water-gliding, as it helps her to save her strengths, as well as accommodating the needs for a stealthy amphibious operation. As an experienced water-glider, Mikoyan can remain virtually undetected and silent slightly above sea level. She can also dive to a certain depth beneath water for concealment and cover, but only for a limited time, dependent on her rider's breath.[/div]
[div class=header2] Backstory[/div][div class=text]From the time Mikoyan hatched to her arrival in Yeomna, the draconian spent most of her life without a family. She was bred and trained as a war-wyvern for as long as she could remember. Bonded with a knight once before, Mikoyan was fortunate enough to make her last landing on a snowy morning, where her saddle was dyed red with what's left of a knight. Everything else became history - an unspoken predicament that haunts her to this very day. What was once a passionate and fervent wyvern, was now an empty shell of a disillusioned draconian - voided of hope. As time went on, she distanced herself from the battlefield, and when everyone else had rejoiced in the resounding echoes of the war's end, Mikoyan had resided upon the bitter end of the spectrum. She vowed to never be a part of the world's troubles ever again.

However, as time fleeted by, the war-scarred dragon found herself to be a part of the latest dragon bonding tournament. Keen on rejecting every knight, the embittered wyvern had wanted to spare herself from the same fate her last knight had suffered. Yet, when it came down to it, what was left of Mikoyan's unspoken disturbances had turned into a fateful decision. Alas, she had conceded to her call. Whether it was a well-contemplated choice, or simply an impulsive decision to spare the candidates from the inevitable one-on-one duel to the death, it was nevertheless her ultimatum to the tournament's finale. Although Mikoyan and Elizabeth have both made their bonds, there exists a certain uneasiness between the two. For the prior, she had her initial reluctance, as she have yet to move on from her pasts, while on the other hand, the dragon is riddled with curiosity regarding her knight's conviction. Will she be up to the task, or simply another naive youngster who wishes to procure for themselves their personal glories? While the wyvern has yet to settle upon the foreseeable future, Mikoyan would remain more or less apathetic to her new handler's cause, with strict priorities on their survival. For better or for worse, only time will tell if her choice was an instinctive or a fateful one.

Scarlet found a certain sense of fulfillment when she happened to stumble upon Sebastian. What was once a fateful encounter had wove a delicate, yet durable string of understanding between the German vampire and the American soldier. Although they had little to share but their rugged past, the girl cherished what little time was spared for the two in Inferno. The sight of what was once a bright young man, was now but a decaying, mature individual - teeming with untold stories and self-indulgent melancholy. Such was the fate of soldiers, whose personal glory and honor went unsung throughout the decades. But the decadence of modern society had discerned itself from the sacrifices of their own mortals, as in the end, abnormal beings and their deeds are but a speck of dust in a world of troubles. Despite these thoughts, Scarlet's casual, yet heartfelt reunion with Sebastian only furthered her purpose to loiter around London. A friendly face, among a multitude of discriminating humans, as she deemed it, was more than enough to get her by for the time being. After all, there were truths in her exchange of words with the American - she was indeed tired of travelling. As fate would have it, she would either pass in peace, or be taken down by her own hubris.

(points at Shadowz's writing sample with a wink)

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Worthlessplebian · Jun 2, 2019

Appearance:

Name: Flynn Jalkanen
Age: 35
Nationality: Yeonma
Role: Knight Commander of the Yeonma Army
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0" (182 cm)

Personality:
Flynn's stoic and commanding nature made him a perfect fit for leading the Yeonma army as the Knight Commander; early in his life, he had an idealistic view but as he grew his idealism grew into pragmatic outlook. His pragmatism has helped ease quickly into his role as Knight Commander. During his time as commander of the army, he has encountered several individuals who crave after his role, this has made Flynn more wary of others in the army and if it wasn't for his stoicism, he would've been driven mad at the thought of betrayal. Coupled with his wariness was his fear of losing his position via incompetence which drives him to always desire discipline and to strive for the best possible result of any situation, be it battle or else. His strict discipline has shaped the army into a formidable force, despite the complaints from many of the lower ranking knights. His favorite pass time is taking the time to learn the name of every single knight in his immediate vicinity, his reason for this is: "It is the commander's duty to bury his soldiers when their time comes." He does genuinely care for his soldiers even if one day they might betray him. He also has a huge love for alcohol, almost to the point of addiction. Under the role of leadership, his strategic capabilities grew.

Backstory:
Flynn was born to a high class family in the kingdom of Yeonma, this could've helped his military career but he chose to instead drop his family name and take up a new one when he joined the army as a nobody he was dragged through the mud and brutally beaten but he did not flinch instead the physical torment known as training only strengthened his spirit and in turn his spirit strengthened his body. Even though he was a nobody, he still finished his military training and at the end of it, his father paid him a visit revealing who Flynn was, the officers and instructors were at awe that a rich boy who was handed everything to him was able to pass training but they still congratulated him all the same.

Some time after completing his training, he partook in a tiny skirmish against a small militia that sought to usurp the current ruling government but thanks to the army's quick response, the militia was routed quickly but the battle was bloody and gruesome, brothers-and-sisters-in-arms were laid across the field, their shiny new armors stained with their blood and the blood of their enemies; this battle taught Flynn the value of respect, respecting the enemy, respecting your fellow warriors and respecting your leaders.

He was appointed the Knight Commander after leading the kingdom into a decisive victory against a now extinct foe. At the peak of his career as Knight Commander, an assassination attempt was carried out to "relieve" him of his duty but that failed thanks to a loyal knight who informed Flynn of his would be death.

Equipment:
-Knight Commander Armor
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Partnered with: Seojoon(?)

Theme Song: Is this necessary?

Hisato's journey through the sands has finally yielded some fruit as he found a small outpost in the desert being terrorized by several sand worms, about 12 in total. He stopped at this sight and began to sway back and forth, his gear swaying with him, on the fourth sway forward, he fell into a sprinting motion running at the outpost, Yuji flying alongside him, flapping his little wyrm wings. It didn't take long for Hisato to reach the outpost and the first sand worm that terrorized it, the sand worm turned around to face the figure that was running at him, it got startled this... faceless individual. Hisato realized the sand worm had been startled by his sudden appearance and gained the opportunity to end this sand worm's life quickly, he jumped in the air with his foot out, kicking the sand worm in the stomach, causing the sand worm to recoil, Hisato's feet met the ground again as he reached on his back to pull out his naginata, this pole weapon sliced through the sand as it was removed from it's fastenings on Hisato's back, when it reached the air in front of Hisato, held by his right hand, he grabbed the lower part of the handle with his left and pulled backwards while the right hand push forward, executing a chopping motion, slicing the sand worm's head clean off his torso, making a clean stump."Ichi" Hisato said, as he looked at another sand worm, he rushed towards that sand worm and speared it with the naginata, it destroying its' inside as it punched through, the blade appearing on the other side. Hisato twisted the pole weapon side ways and lifted the handle over his right shoulder, he turned around his back now facing the punctured bandit, he pushed his right leg back and bent his left knee, with one heave, he threw the sand worm's body over his, the body sliding free from the naginata."Ni" Hisato said again, almost like he was counting.

mourning star · Jun 2, 2019

EVANDER
CHAUGRE

basics

/...evan chaugre

/...25

/...male

/...middle prince

[ Appearance ]

Nationality // Yeomna
Sexuality // Bisexual
Height // 5'11"
Eye Color // Golden
Hair Color // Brown

Partnered with // to be decided.
Related to // Queen Elise, King Kahlo, Cereza, Ashley, Mordecai

[ Personality ]

Focused • Assertive • Independent • Realistic • Decisive • Suave • Genuine • Humble • Straightforward • Diplomatic • Charming • Punctual

Evander has always been focused on his future. ‘Driven’ is what his tutors called him as he would pour over the texts they assigned him, eager to discover more on the world and its people. ‘Gifted’ is what his former commanders would call him whenever he would train, spending hours in the sparring circles with his fellow squires. ‘Kind’ is what the maids and other servants he interacted with whisper as he passes. ‘Boring’ is what his siblings used to call him when he refused to play. To him, there is one path he wishes to follow– to be the best he can be. That doesn’t mean that his focus makes him narrow-minded; he’s aware of his family’s plights, the struggles and difficulties others go through around him. It makes him stay grounded.

[ History ]

Evander was born in solandis in the summer. His mother coddled him as a child, hardly putting him down. When his younger brother was born, his mother’s attention shifted. He wasn’t resentful of the change; he also begun to coddle his brother (something that still occurs to this day.) Ever since childhood, Evan has always been interested in improving himself; pouring over his schoolwork, learning fighting techniques from his superiors and attending meetings with his father as a teenager whenever he had time. He learned how to be diplomatic, charming– everything a prince should be.

[ equipment ]

a broadsword that's able to transform into a lance with the switch of a button. Evan usually fights short-range but is able to attack long-distance with his lance.

[ writing sample ]

Evander sighed through his nose as he flipped through the tome before him. In the hearth, the fireplace raged with a fire that danced much alike the silk-skirted women he had seen in the courtyard the day before. The festival to celebrate the old dragon gods and the new had come and gone, leaving most of the knights with hangovers. However, Evan had known better. He wasn’t interested in the drinking or the gambling or whatever silly follies that had managed to capture his fellow bonded knights’ attentions. A sigh slipped past his lips as he flipped the page, leaning forward on the cushion he sat on. His bared legs brushed against the rug beneath him, a strand of chestnut-colored hair falling across the pages.

Loosing the ribbon from his wrist, he swept his hair back over his shoulders. With a practiced flick of his fingers, he tied the ribbon. His hair now secured, he once more returned to his book. However, just as he had become enveloped in the world the author had written, a knock at his chamber doors caught his attention. Biting back a groan, he stiffly got to his feet. Bruises all along his calves stung as he limped forward, smoothing at his breeches to not appear as ruffled as he felt.

Training that morning had been as rigorous as ever. Although he hadn’t been a participant in the activities of the celebration, he had still ran the same amount of miles, spent the same hours in the sparring rings. Brushing his bangs behind his ear, he reached for the holden handle. Easing against the threshold, he studied the maid before him. She was an older woman; with tawny hair pressed into twin coils along her neck and dark skin.

She nearly reminded him of his mother. Suppressing a smile, he tilted his head as he waited. “My prince,” She murmured, gaze trained to the floor, “You did not show up to dinner this evening. The king requested I come here and ask you if you require anything from the kitchens.” She didn’t raise her head at his sigh. Ky scrubbed a hand over his face, mouth twisted into a frown. He hadn’t wished to dine with his parents that evening, too exhausted to make the walk to the dining hall.

“No, thank you.” He replied softly, glancing down the hall before turning once more to the old woman. “However, I’ll give you something–” Her head snapped up in alarm, surprise written all over her face. Grinning, he unfastened the pin from his vest. He pressed the metal to the older woman’s palm, noticing how it trembled so slightly. “If you present that to the kitchen staff, they’ll give you anything you wish. It would be nice to have a meal fit for a prince, wouldn’t it?”

The maid shook her head, her eyes welling with tears. “My prince, I couldn-”

Kyruss held up his hand, causing the words on her lips to die. “Please.” His one-worded request made her already raised eyebrows shoot even higher upon her forehead. “It would be a waste of food. I’m not hungry– and it would be a shame to have someone not eat it. So… go.” His smile grew broader as he ran a hand through his hair, brushing away any stray locks from his face. “Just return that pin to me before the morrow. I still need it for my duties, afterall.”

“I…” The maid wavered before she finally bowed, pressing the golden piece to her chest as if to conceal it from sight. “I will, my prince. Thank you. I shall leave the pin on your bureau before the sun rises, if it so pleases you.”

“Thank you.” He nodded. The two parted, leaving Ky to watch her scurry down the hall towards the kitchen. Smiling to himself, he eased off the threshold with a stifled groan. He was exhausted and glancing towards the fireplace, he chose to just turn in for the night. He had another grueling day of training tomorrow after all.

vesuvius.

seasonedcat · Jun 2, 2019

Ashley Chaugre

Name: Ashley Chaugre

Age: 27

Role: Eldest Prince

Gender: Male

Nationality: Yeomna

Height: 5'5

Hair Colour: Black

Eye Colour: Blue

Appearance: Despite being the oldest, a lot of people tell him he looks like the youngest of the princes. May it be his height or chubby face, he doesn't know, all he knows is that he finds it annoying whenever people comment on how cute he is or mistake him for his younger brother. He is the shortest of his family, and he despises it with a burning passion. Most people say that he takes after his mother more often than his father... he hopes that's not a short joke.

Personality:
+Talkative -Childish
+Friendly -Gets bored easy
+Playful -Distracted
+Excitable -Diva
+Determind -Stubborn
+Intuitave -Not very smart
+Believes -Gullible
there is more -Sensitive
to a person -Clumsy
than meets
the eye.
+Honourable
~Ashley wants to be the best knight in the world that can win every battle before him, but that is the farthest thing from true there is. He is clumsy, unperceptive when it comes to anything that matters, and can barely beat a teenager in a one on one. Stories may make him out to be a great knight because he wants them to, but he truly isn't. This isn't from lack of trying sadly, he just can't seem to catch the knack of sword fighting. He tries his very best, but it just isn't good enough to be anything close to a knight's. He usually gets what he wants in most things, his name and his wealth getting him most of the way.

On top of all that he doesn't take his studies seriously. He finds them boring and not worth his time, so he either doesn't attend them when he can or zones them out. He thus doesn't have much knowledge about the world and has trouble reading. He still acts childish even though he is the oldest of the princes. He enjoys talking with people and is most happy when he is entertained or seeing new things. Even with all his negatives, there is still a very big positive about him. He prefers to look at what a person is now rather than what their past is, not caring what they look like but focusing more on how they act. He also tries to act like a knight in certain situations, not going back on his word or doing something he knows will hurt someone.~

Likes:

New/cool/interesting things
Climbing(which he is remarkably good at)
Fast paced things
Complements
Swords

Dislikes:

Being kept indoors too long
People making fun of him or doubting him
Books
Pleasantries
Being bored

Backstory:
Ashley was the second son born to his family. His mother fretted over him as a child, her experiences with sons being limited to the age of his fallen brother. After him though she knew what to do for his two brothers that were born after him when they grew older. He was always the first for everything around later in life, meaning he more often than not got the screw ups while his brothers got the better put together parenting. He still often got what he wanted in most situations leaving him with not knowing much about suffering or pain. One thing he did pick up pretty quickly was taking care of himself when he was bored. By taking care of himself, it means finding other people to entertain himself or running around the castle. He picked up climbing in this period of time when his mother had to focus more on his younger brothers because they were, of course, younger than then. He loved the feeling of looking down and feeling the rush as he climbed higher and higher.

Sadly, running is one of the few things that Ashley is good at, and it can't be used for much in his life. He has always had the dream and the desire to be a great knight that slays beasts for his kingdom and cannot be bested by any man in the kingdom. That is far from reality, however. He is not skilled in sword fighting at all. Or in archery. Or any form of combat. He has tried for many years now but to no avail. His advisers have advised that by all the years he has put into it with the little result he should just abandon this dream, but he refuses. He will become a great swordsman no matter what they all say.

Equipment: A short sword, Invictus(all great swords have names! ÙwÚ) named made with the finest metal by the finest blacksmith. He is not very good at using it though... Ashley likes to show it off because it makes him feel more like a knight and also because he likes swords. Swords are the classic knight weapon after all...

Partnered with: Zeryxia (

Juju )

Writing Sample:
Kyo felt a form of pleasure, not her own well up inside her stomach as the scythe ripped through the flesh of the monster, satisfied with the creature's pain. She, without much thought, recognized this as the feelings of the scythe in her hands, also must have been the source of the pull inside her when she was lying down earlier to join the battle. This weapon she had chosen wanted pain and death, something that Kyo personally didn't really like.

Her short victory of distracting the monster was short lived as she was now in the grasp of its spell. Kyo felt her whole mind stop working as she felt her life draining, a familiar feeling to her. The feeling of losing her strength slowly, the pain building up inside her as she struggled to live, something she knew the way too well. She couldn't process anything, she hated this feeling. She hated it. She hated it. She hated it. She hated it. Make it stop. Please.

She didn't want to die like this again. She didn't want to perish like this, fading away into nothing alone. tears prickled at her eyes as her soul screamed for freedom from this hell. She would not die like this, she couldn't. No, wouldn't. She won't die like this. She won't. Not again, never again. She was trapped though. Teeth ready to pierce her skin like butter, ready to end her new life in an instant. She didn't want this to be the end. Not with the same sick feeling of death again. ~~Even though she knew it was the end and there was nothing she could do to change that or possibly make it through this.~~

But she was spared from fate. In her despair, she had forgotten about everyone else that also stood in this room as her. She had forgotten about Nia's plan completely, but it seems she did her job exactly as she was supposed to, well except for the near-death moment. Kyo stood there in place even after the beast was off her as she waited for the sick feeling to leave her body. Even after she was free of the sickness she still shook like a leaf.

She didn't want to go back to what she was before. She didn't want to rot away slowly as she was forced to work through the pain. She never wanted to feel that sort of sickness ever again after what happened to her in her past, but this beast had sent her right back to where she was however long ago. It had sent her reeling back to those days and she hated it. She couldn't go back there ever again. She was not going to be sick ever again.

Suddenly her despair was replaced with a burning feeling of rage. Her body stopped trembling and became completely still as she stared at the ground with wide eyes. She felt a grasp of something swim over her heart and conciseness as something inside her sought revenge. She knew this to be the work of the scythe in her hand, but at this moment her logical thought threw that aside. This thing had sent her into a weak spot. Had made her feel things she had never wanted to feel again.

For that, it was to pay. She found herself nodding along to the weapons thoughts. It was to pay for this. How dare it do that to her. How dare it. It was to suffer for that. It was to wither in pain as she had also. It was feeling the grasp of death holding it tightly as she slowly watched it fade away into nothing with satisfaction. She was going to make it suffer for this. They both felt pleased with this thought, almost as if the weapon had taken over her in her moment of shock and grief and was now going to use her to satisfy its own desires along with giving it's wielder the sweet taste that deep in her heart she also desired.

Kyo picked up her scythe that had fallen at some point when the beast had attacked and held it tightly in her hands. She could feel it's lust for death radiating off it and herself like a beacon. Her grip tight and sure she was ready to make this beast suffer. She was ready to make it suffer as she had. The weapon almost seemed to smile in sick satisfaction as it's grip on the woman tightened like a noose around a prisoner. She had taken his thoughts in without question in her weakened state and now it was going to get the things it lusted for; death and destruction.

Theme:

Juju · Jun 2, 2019

Zeryxia

Age: 99
Type of Dragon: Western Dragon (Twilight)
Partnered with: Ashley (

seasonedcat )
Role: Eldest Son's Dragon
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7"

Personality:

Determined. Will fight for what she believes in.

Courageous

Slow to trust. Believes the worst in people before the good.

Goes by her heart rather than her head.

Very defensive. Easy to anger on a lot of topics... especially her species.

A little pig-headed

Tough on the outside but guards a softer interior

Backstory:
(still needs to be confirmed by the GM u_u)
The Twilight Dragons were among the few, perhaps only, species of dragon that refused to unite with the humans. Instead, they fought against them, waging an ancient war that lasted years upon years. This is often speculated to have been spurred by the tendency of Twilight dragons to become corrupt with their power, either becoming sadistic/apathetic or even purely bestial over time.

Any of the veteran dragons in the service of the king have most likely fought against the Twilight dragons in the past, perhaps even be considered one of their chief adversaries. However, years ago the Twilight dragons were almost driven to extinction due to the heavy casualties sustained during the strife against the kingdom's fully trained dragon knights.

This was narrowly avoided when a surviving group of the Twilight dragons, spirit broken after the death of their leader, finally decided to end the bloodshed. They surrendered rather than die as their leader had hoped. (this was maybe ~100-200 years ago? Depends on what's okay with Radical Thinker -w-)

Although there has been peace for a time, not a single Twilight dragon has tried to bond with a knight before. Many still hold little trust for humans, and the Twilight dragons that survived are still struggling with their own hatreds. That is until the eldest prince was matched... the fateful pairing being mostly a mistake. The prince didn't know what the young dragon's history was, and the dragon didn't realize he was a prince (having little knowledge of political figures in the capital). Even when it was revealed and the prince was advised to take another dragon, he was adamant to bond with this dragon.

Zeryxia is the first of the twilight to bond with a human. This is mostly because of the low numbers and the mass death of hatchlings shortly before the end of the war. She wishes to prove that her kind are not monsters, and in her own way, make amends for the horrors her people have caused. Even when she knows that can never be fully achieved.

Powers:

Essence Theif: Like all of her kin, Zeryxia has the natural ability to absorb the magical/life energies of living things. This raw, stolen energy can then be manipulated into powering her attacks, such as boosting her flame breath, creating a brief shield or even healing wounds (deemed greatly unholy as it is literally transferring life from one thing into another). This essence can be stored within the body, symbolized with a soft glow, but loses potency over time.

Draining energy from an individual is painful (the speed of extraction being proportional to pain) and taking too much from a host will kill it.

Taking in large amounts of life force in a short time, or even a steady amount for prolonged periods of time has been known to cause frenzied, often mindless behaviour. Devouring essence is often described as addictive, and although it grants the user great power and prolonged life it risks the permanent derangement of the mind if abused.

Without consuming power for long amounts of time a Twilight Dragon will weaken. Stamina shortens after a few days, growing to a constant state of exhaustion. After a week or more, varying based on the dragon, they will actually begin to drain their own life essence. Fortunately, consuming small, regular amounts of essence can prevent this.

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Due to her age, and somewhat stunted early growth, Zeryxia is among the smaller dragons. While this can be seen as a weakness she makes the most out of it, using her size as an asset in battles against larger foes. She is not as fast as a wvyern, or as agile as an Eastern, but she is a resourceful fighter that is about average in most stats. Unafraid to fight dirty, Zeryxia harnesses stealth and blind spots to even out her fights, dancing around until she finds a weak point.

While she can deal a lot of damage in bursts, she lacks stamina due to the finite nature of her power. This means that she has to make every attack count, often preferring to go for strikes that can leave the enemy crippled or weakened in some way. Only at a last resort will she turn to absorbing magic from a foe in fights, out of fear of drinking too much, though it can be quite useful for dissolving magical projectiles.

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Out of nothing came something.
It hadn’t fallen asleep, yet it awoke all the same; confused, frail, and alone…?
No.
It was not alone.

There was another, a woman with a sad beauty to her, like the broken pillars she sat among or the way the pale trees of the area twisted in their state of wither. She seemed to gleam with light from some angles, yet cast a shade in others.

It felt small before her gaze, hounded by a strange sense of...shame? Though that was mostly overshadowed by the relief of not having to be alone anymore. The goddess, who introduced herself as Nera, then began to speak about the state of the world and It’s place within. A last hope?

“Y-yes. I will do all that I can!” It answered a little too quickly, driven by a sudden instinct to help.

Everything that came next was a blur. The goddess’ hand reached out, the ground sunk below, and suddenly It was falling into darkness. As It fell it became aware of others like it. The hollow of its chest swelled at the sight of it. They were strangers now, but perhaps they would be friends later. It hoped so.

Their decent ended with a light bounce, scattering It apart from the others. When it came to a stop it found itself among strange flowers. One look and It’s heart was captured. So delicate, yet they were the only light brave enough to stand up against the encroaching gloom. It gently cupped a hand around one of the blooms and watched as the light seeped out between translucent fingers. So brilliant. It didn’t want to leave just yet, so it decided to stay where it was, basking in the flowers’ glow.

The gentle quiet was soothing, until it was broken by the sound of gnashing bone. It whipped around too see a grotesque black figure, white blood rolling down its twisted maw. "N-no!" It tried to shout, but its voice was no more than a sigh of wind. It drew its hands over its mouth and was frozen in shock as the lumbering creature made its way from wisp to wisp, eating those who displeased it in some way. Soon enough it stopped before the flowers and weeds, looking down with eyes like hellfire. Invisible fingers forced their way into It's mind and filled its head with horrifying sounds, but it managed to stay still by thinking of one of the glowing flowers instead of the blood-covered maw just inches away. Even if it was an end, those flowers would be a worthy last thought.

The creature asked a question and It frowned, clawing desperately at the shreds of its mind in search of a reason. “I…” It started, but nothing came up. It couldn’t find a reason why it should live. So it answered honestly.

“I don’t know why I should live while others don’t. Maybe there isn’t a reason, but I won’t know unless I try to find it.” It said, looking at the creature's eyes. While they seemed like chips of hell at first, the longer It looked at them the more... empty they seemed. A flash of pity crossed It's mind. “But I made a promise and I won’t give up on it. I’ll give it my best… maybe that will be enough.” Then, without thinking, it smiled.

It would be lying if it said it was unafraid but there was something else, rising up with a fragile strength like the flowers below. Hope. If the world’s hope fell on so few, then it would not give up on hope either.

Lotte · Jun 3, 2019

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Inquisitive ◆ Easily bored/Hyperactive ◆ Cautious ◆ Clear-headed

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Seojoon is quite cautious, especially around those he doesn't know well. He is physically weaker than most of his peers, and a well trained human could easily take him down if caught off-guard. Since his strength lies in attacking from afar and vanishing, he likes to avoid fighting, both physical and verbal (in fear that it just might end up being physical). He still does, though, believe in the rules of common sense, and can be above determined to defend his views.
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Sniper ◆ High-speed maneuvering ◆ Wyvern ◆ Night camouflage

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He has a medium-long neck, and can twist his head around like an owl to allow a good view of everthing around him. His claws are not very sharp, but are curved to assist in landing safely or, for example, cling to a wall or similar surface that he wishes to land on. His teeth resemble small, thickyl arranged needles, which aids his (predominantly) seafood diet. He has quite good hearing, but nothing exceptional, considering he can't really use it during flight as the masses pf air swoosh right by him. His smell also has little use, being quite average.

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Yysara's bonded partner. She has an obvious dislike for him, no matter how he acts.

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For most, it's hard to pinpoint a personality for Yysara. Her calm and neutral demeanor is constantly present when she's around others, and she rarely gives into her emotions, no matter how much one goads her. Cool and calculating, some may even refer to Yysara as cruel. Others claim she has a 'soft' side, though only one person has earned her trust to have such an honor.

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[div class=title]Vices[/div] Narcissistic; Rude at times

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[div class=title]Dislikes[/div] Mockery; Weakness; Innocence

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Dragons are dangerous, and that's a fact. Even if they bond with humans, who's to stop them from becoming destructive? Sure, other dragons may be able to take them down, but the battle would be deadly for all involved. Yysara was one of those dangerous dragons for a long time, her disdain for humans obvious. She romped through smaller villages gleefully, her large tail cutting through homes like a knife would butter. By the time reinforcements came to stop the dragoness, she had vanished. No one was worthy of her time, not even other dragons. So when a human girl challenged her to a fight, she couldn't help but laugh at the youngling. Never did she expect for the girl to win, and much less for the girl to take her eye.

Her own pride was her downfall. She was so trusting of her own abilities, she even shifted to her human form to fight the young girl. In minutes, Yysara was sent sprawling to the ground, screaming and clutching at where her left eye once was. With blood leaking through her fingers, the human gave the dragoness one option. Find a human to bond with, and stop her terror, or perish at the very moment. With a growling snarl, Yysara agreed to the terms. But she wouldn't take anyone to be partner. She wanted someone strong; She wanted a royal. She wanted someone she could manipulate in the long-run, and someone she could use for her own gain.

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[div class=header]Hal[/div][div class=sub]"Our purpose is to keep those we love happy."[/div][div class=physical]5 FT. 10 IN.[/div]
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Hal Guillemin
[div class=colorbox]AGE[/div] 32
[div class=colorbox]GENDER[/div] Male

[div class=colorbox]NATIONALITY[/div] Yeonma
[div class=colorbox]ROLE[/div] Bonded Knight
[div class=colorbox]PARTNER[/div] UNDECIDED

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Hal stands at a simple 5'10". His body is lean though not overly muscular as some other knights, allowing him to move more freely and with ease. The blonde hair sprouting from his head is wavy and it often frames his face in a messy, disheveled fashion. Something peculiar about Hal is the patch of black hair that can be seen on his fringe. He doesn't know if there is a set cause but it appears to be some sort of genetic mutation. His crystal blue eyes give him a naturally focused yet tired look and his lips are frequently parted slightly when he's deep in thought. When he's reading or doing anything related to literature, he wears spectacles on his face, which he calls "glasses."
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Personality: There are two sides to Hal and he doesn't hide either of them. The difference between the two is how he's with his daughter and how he is without her.

With Amelia, Hal is a typical doting father that borderlines an idiot in love. He spoils the girl and acts like someone who is seeing his daughter for the first time, over and over again. The love he has for her is obvious and he doesn't hesitate to share such emotions with his fellow knights and compatriots. Everyone is aware of how much of a caring and committed father he is and no one dares to question his position. In fact, if they were to question Hal, his personality might take a 180 and it would feel like a cold front arrived. His devotion is almost terrifying and he would do anything to protect his little girl and keep her happy.

As a knight, Hal's personality takes a different turn. Without having to worry about his daughter, he can take his job seriously and focus on any and all tasks at hand. Taking the scholarly approach when it comes to knighthood, many like to confide in him for advice. Perhaps it is the added benefit of being a parent, but he does well when it comes to soothing others and helping them better themselves as knights of Yeonma. However, there is one part to his knightly position that he despises and that is having to do errands for those above him. While he understands listening to authority comes with being a knight, there are many occasions where he has questioned the errands asked of him. He tends to complain a lot to those he is close to, often talking about how some of the errands could easily be done themselves and without someone having to do them for said people. This plays into the fact that he dislikes laziness and people who take others for granted.

[div class=colorbox]LIKES[/div] reading, literature, daughter time
[div class=colorbox]DISLIKES[/div] errands, ungratefulness

Background: Born to a family of lesser nobles, Hal’s purpose was to marry upwards and propel his family into higher nobility. His parents would urge him to excel in literature and combat, a combination that he would later despise and love. While his siblings were granted the freedoms to do as they wished, Hal’s life was mapped out for him. The man had no aspirations, even after he took the time to become a knight per his family’s desire.

Things changed when he stumbled across a woman who was being harassed by some drunkards. She was beautiful beyond imagination, with strawberry blonde hair and golden brown eyes. He’d stopped the men from pursing her any more, walked her home, and learned that she lived with her parents and that they ran a small bread store. His valor turned into curiosity from then on and as they spent more time together, he found himself hopelessly in love.

Of course, his parents were less than happy. A couple of dramatic years led him to completely deny any relation to his family. In the end, Hal and the love of his life married and he even took her surname, Guillemin, as his own. It was not long after their marriage that they soon found themselves with child too.

Unfortunately, Hal was called away during the last few weeks of her pregnancy for an errand when he was 26. When he returned, he found his baby girl had been born but that his wife had died during labor. Grief stricken, he found himself lost and came to loathe his position as a knight for taking him away from his life. However, his heart warmed at the sight of his baby, whom he named Amelia after her mother.[/div]

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Hal is a knight with a lance but he chooses to only carry his weapon in times of battle or when he’s on a conquest. He does, however, carry two battle axes on either side of his belt while on duty. They’re convenient for throwing in the event he needs to and there’s the added bonus of wood chopping.
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mourning star · Jun 7, 2019

SILAS
KAMAU

basics

/...silas kamau

/...38

/...male

/...bonded knight

[ Appearance ]

Nationality // Yeomna
Sexuality // Bicurious
Height // 6'3"
Eye Color // Black
Hair Color // Marigold

Partnered with // to be decided.
Relations // Close friends with Hal

[ Personality ]

Solitary • Protective • Unceremonious • Logical • Individualistic • Sarcastic • Principled • Orderly • Paternal • Curt

[ History ]

As a child, he was mostly on his own, fending for himself in the streets. The harsh world molded him into preferring to be a solitary person, having to rely on himself to get by.

When he was in his early teens, he was hired at one of the noble households to serve as a stable boy. That’s where he met Hal– the young noble born who would visit him during the day and chat about his studies.

Silas humored him.

Why not? He was just a young boy who was still naive to the difficulties of the world. He could listen to the boy, add his own suggestions on what his reading material should be.

When Silas turned seventeen, his employer’s wife decided to fire him. He was hurt whenever she told him he couldn’t say goodbye to Hal. With nothing left to do, he found himself on the streets. Not wanting to be homeless and with no money, he signed up to join the guard.

Over the years, he forgot all about the young boy he shared reading materials with. Until one day when they stumbled upon one another during one of their patrolling shifts.

Silas has grown from the cold and clinical child he once was. He's more sarcastic and playful, but only with those who he's comfortable with.

He recently was given the promotion of royal guard for one of the princes, a high honor to him.

[ equipment ]

a katana he received when he first joined the guard. he keeps it meticulously cleaned and is quite protective of his weapon.

[ writing sample ]

Evergreen Circus.
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The Velveteen Rabbit · Jun 8, 2019

WIP

Liliwen Valmir

Name: Liliwen Valmir
Nickname: Lili
Age: 215, but appears to be in her mid-twenties
Type of Dragon: Western
Gender: Female
Role: Bonded Knight's Dragon
Height: 5'8

Partnered with: TBD

Appearance: With honey blonde locks, a pair of silver eyes, and a tanned complexion, Liliwen is often described as angelic and alluring. She possesses a long, slender body that is both athletic and feminine due to her shapely figure. Her silky hair cascades down to her hips in soft waves, shining in the afternoon light. Freckles litter the bridge of her nose and the highest point of her cheekbones. For her daily attire, Liliwen wears a black leather top and a pair of fitted pants with steel-plated knee-high boots. A cloak is fastened tightly around her neck with a ruby brooch. Earrings and necklaces can be found accenting her outfit in colors of white and gold.

Dragon Appearance: As a dragon, Liliwen is both elegant and ferocious. Her scales are as white as snow, reflecting against the silvery hues of her gaze. Although she is not the largest dragon, she is sizable compared to some and has a lengthy wingspan. Both slender and well-toned, her body is aligned with smaller less jagged scales that are smooth to the touch, leaving her more open and vulnerable to attacks. However, she does have a layer of thicker scales that guard her underbelly and extend all the way up from her chest to the underside of her jaw. A mane of wispy hair aligns her spine and stops just below her shoulder blades. A hidden weapon, the edge of Liliwen's wings are razor sharp and armed with jagged points, like thorns on the stem of a rose.

Personality
❀ Sarcastic ❀ Stubborn ❀ Independent ❀ Compassionate

Ever since Liliwen was young, she has always been known for having an eccentric, playful, and outgoing attitude. Often taking risks and leaping into things before thinking, her need for adventure always seemed to get her into trouble during many points of her life. She is both caring and compassionate, however she can also be witty with her remarks and finds amusement in those who can match her sarcasm with their own. For the most part, Liliwen is very optimistic and cares deeply for her friends and family.

Although she is quite sarcastic and speaks her mind without fear, Liliwen can be incredibly stubborn and it is difficult to persuade her once her mind is set on something. She tries her best to be polite and compassionate to others, but if someone were to set her off, she can have an explosive temper that prevents her from making rational decisions.

Liliwen is also described as being sweet and loving. She will protect those dear to her with a fierce resolve and would do anything for them.

Biography
Within the mountainous ranges that stretched far across the Ame no Uzume forest, a small family of dragons resided in a cave carved into the ancient rock, hidden away from the dangers of the outside world. One of the first children to be born into the family in several hundred years, Liliwen broke her way through the scaly white shell that had protected her tiny being and emerged as a hatchling, her big silver eyes staring up at the blissful faces of her parents. Her quiet life began that day, and as the years passed, her family remained by her side. Liliwen grew up in a reclusive cave located near the end of the Malanoe Mountains, deep within the Ame no Uzume forest. Throughout her young life, she would attempt to venture out into the outside world, curious to see what lied beneath the fog. Her parents had always managed to stop her before it was too late, quickly reminding the young dragon of how dangerous the world could be and how she must never venture further.

"There's no way that could be true. It can't be. I'll prove them wrong one day." Little Liliwen would mumble to herself defiantly as she sat perched on the edge of the cliff overlooking a bed of fluffy clouds. As curious as a cat, her curiosity would never truly be sated until she experienced the outside, and deep down she knew that in her heart to be true.

As soon as Liliwen was an efficient flyer and had been practicing diligently for years to come, she finally began constructing a plan of escape. The perfect opportunity arose the moment her parents disappeared for a hunting trip that day. Spreading her leathery wings and bounding forward, the little dragon dove straight off of the cliff. A piece of rock had crumbled underneath her just as she pushed herself off of the edge, disrupting her flight entirely and surprising the dragon. She imagined herself performing the act a bit more elegantly. Instead, she tumbled through layer upon layer of thick fog, twisting and squirming in the air with a look of pure panic. In seconds, the fog dissipated away and a forest of trees appeared beneath her. Unable to catch herself in time, Liliwen crashed through the foliage, branches smacking against her head and leaves somehow ending up in her mouth and nose as she fell and plopped onto the ground with a distinct thud. Luckily for the young dragon, no one was around to see how silly she looked; a mouthful of leaves, tiny scratches and dirt tainting her skin, wide-eyed and frozen in place, all while lying upside down in the grass with a look of astonishment on her scaly face.

It was the first time she had seen trees, felt the soft blades of grass against her feet, and breathed in the fresh scent of the forest since she was born. Liliwen loved every moment of it, and instead of cowering in fear, the little dragon leaped to her feet and sprang into the undergrowth with a giddy cry.

That day of fun and adventure suddenly came to an end the moment Liliwen emerged from the bushes and landed on a dirt road, nearly getting hit by a passing carriage. Little did she know, the man sitting atop the wooden structure would turn out to be the nightmare that haunted her sleep for years to come. He was a highly dangerous criminal from Kilani; someone who murdered for pleasure and laughed in the face of his own destruction. At the sight of the rare dragon, the man and his band of goons jumped into action, surrounding the dragon and blocking any route of escape. Liliwen had injured one of her wings during the fall and was unable to fly away. She attempted to fight back, but was prevented from doing so the moment they threw a heavy net over her body and got a hold of her snout, tying it shut with multiple layers of rope. They dragged her into the back of the carriage and carried on with their journey like nothing ever happened.

Liliwen never saw her parents again. All she could think about was how much she should've listened to them. For the next few years, she became a black market slave, paraded around and gawked at through a metal cage. Until one day, the man took her to Solandis after selling her to a patron attending a particular tournament. Liliwen saw this as her chance of freedom and gladly obliged to attend the bonding tournament, hoping to free herself from the clutches of the person who ruined her life.

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After those painful words had finally finished spilling out of Evangeline's mouth, the princess continued to cry on the floor, the only audible sound in the expansive room being her sobs and sniffles. Xander was undeniably quiet, and at first she assumed he had agreed to her request, choosing to leave the woman alone before him. But once she heard his footsteps beginning to approach her, Evangeline quickly realized that wasn't the case. It took her a moment to fully understand what was going on. She hadn't even realized Xander was standing next to her until he began to speak to her. His tone was soft, caring, and sympathetic, all of it completely genuine.

Evangeline slowly stopped her crying and managed to finally pull her hands away from her face, glancing up at him in shock. Her big blue eyes were gleaming with tears, face wet and twisted into a sorrowful and helpless expression that likely pained Xander to see. This was the first time the king had seen her in such a vulnerable state, besides that one time at the ball, but this was much different.

She could hardly believe the words that were coming out of his mouth, let alone the emotional look on his face. Was this really the Xander she'd met only a few days ago? The princess found herself listening in a state of utter disbelief. As he continued, tears began to well in her eyes once more, streaming down her cheeks.

"Xander..." Evangeline spoke softly, her tone heartfelt and apologetic.

"I'm so sorry I ever doubted you. I-I really had no idea you felt this way. It was so hard to figure out if you were being truthful or not, but I guess the same goes for me as well," she whispered, finally managing to look up and lock gazes with him.

"Life's too short to live quietly."

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