Fantasy On Dragon Back: A Dragon Rider Roleplay

[Arasaloe]

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[Arasaloe]

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Rider


Name: Braith Solen {Bray-th Soul-en}


Age: 28


Gender: Female


Appearance: Shoulder-length curly brown/auburn hair, hazel eyes. Freckles on the bridge of her nose. She stands at 5'7 with a slender build, more muscle in her legs than her arms due to riding bareback often.

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Personality: She's a competitive sort that will hardly ever say no to a dare (and that's only when Kor tells her to). She's an adrenaline junkie, loving to do stunts that others deem rather dangerous or showing off. With this kind of personality, she is not afraid to do whatever needs to be done, or say what needs to be said. She's not one to curb her tongue, which has gotten her into trouble many times. She responds quickly to emergency situations.








History: Ever since she was young, she's always been fascinated by the dragons that flew overhead. The minute her parents reluctantly agreed that she was old enough, she went to Fort Kivon, and was accepted. She flew relatively quickly through her groom part of training, but had to spend a while on the studies because she is not a girl who particularly cares about that information. She graduated to become a Rider when she was 21.








Other: She likes archery and goes hunting a lot aboard Kor in their spare time, bringing back often the venison of the area. She's also a bit of a gambler at the end of the day with the other Riders of the barracks.

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Dragon


Name: Kor


Age: 50


Gender: Male


Appearance: Scale hide a pattern of green-blue and tan. Eyes are a dark gold. Crest of scales around his face and down his neck stand alert more when interested in something or alarmed.


Species: Furios


Classification: Middleweight








Personality: Kor is much more patient than his rider. Her antics are often a source of amusement for him, and her bravery is something he is very proud of. She also brings out the best in him by pushing him to go faster, fly longer, and do more daring things.








History: Kor was hatched and raised in the Fort, but his father was from the wild forests of Serba and he never knew him. His mother, Matra, died shortly after his 5th year of life while out on public duty, getting rid of some pests near the Juval/Oren border.


His first rider, Bernal, was his from the time he was old enough to be ridden. They had developed a very close bond, but after all their time together, Bernal died of old age (he wasn't the sort to retire). Kor was in mourning for a few years, before Braith caught his eye and coaxed him back to the world of the living again. Over his lifetime, he has had the honor of mating several times that resulted in hatchlings.








Other: He is very much a fan of venison, which is why he doesn't mind going hunting with Braith. Hates fish. Enjoys listening to others sing and play music, but his voice is rather raspy and jarring.

 

[nevermore0714]

Rider


Name: Daemon Targaryen


Age: 32


Gender: Male


Appearance: https://40.media.tumblr.com/ad6b9eceda0a5077d68e783e05047dea/tumblr_inline_npppzgAzTh1t46t8h_540.png


History: Daemon is the second born son to an extremely wealthy family, and always held his birthplace against his less intelligent, less ambitious, and less handsome elder brother. Because of his prospects, he made the early decision to dedicate his life to being a warrior. Befriending the dragon Caraxes, a relatively large middle-weight, Daemon spent each day training. It is said that the only thing close to his lust for battle...is his lust.


Other: As a teenager, he was forced to marry Laena Velaryon, another dragon rider from a wealthy marriage; it ended up being happy, and he fell in love with the young woman, but his happy ending would not last. Laena died giving birth to their twin daughters: Rhaena and Baela. Each child was given a dragon egg in the crib, but only Baela's hatched. Rhaena never developed any desire to be a warrior, and instead chose to live with her grandparents.


Dragon


Name: Caraxes "The Blood Wyrm"


Age: 77


Gender: Male


Appearance: Caraxes was red, huge, and lean. In battle he was formidable, fearsome, and experienced.


Species: Furios


Classification: Middle-weight


History: Caraxes had no desire to befriend a human, or so he claimed. Believing that no human was brave enough to deserve him, he would scare off any that came with his fire. Until one day, a young Daemon Targaryen approached with his sword sheathed and all his armor (except the helmet) on. Demanding that the dragon submit, Daemon looked directly into Caraxes's eyes. Caraxes threatened to burn Daemon to a crisp, but the wealthy young man did not react. Then, Caraxes asked why Daemon brought his weapon and armor. Daemon only said, "Because you deserve to be ridden by a warrior."


Other: Caraxes is the parent of Moondancer.


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Rider


Name: Baela Targaryen


Age: 14


Gender: Female


Appearance: http://awoiaf.westeros.org/images/e/e2/Baela_Targaryen.jpeg


History: Though she was always friendly and close with her twin sister, Rhaena, Baela's first priority was always to be a great warrior like her father.


Other: Baela aspires to be just like her father Daemon.


Dragon


Name: Moondancer


Age: 14


Gender: Female


Appearance: She was a slender pale green. Her horns, crest and wingbones were pearl.


Species: Furios


Classification: Lightweight


History: Moondancer's egg was given to Baela upon her birth, and hatched almost immediately in Baela's cradle.


Other: Moondancer is extremely close to Baela.


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Human:


Name: Mysaria


Age: 34


Gender: Female


Appearance: https://awoiaf.westeros.org/images/f/f3/Sheria_Seastar.jpg


History: Mysaria grew up with Daemon, training with him in the use of swords and spears and knives and bows; though he was better with his word, she was superior with knives; though he excelled with the spear, she showed her proficiency with the bow. They were close enough that he almost took her as his wife, against his family's will, at a young age. Though her friend grew to love his forced wife, Mysaria remained his companion, helping to care for the dragons, spying for him, and later helping to raise his daughter.


Other: Mysaria hopes to someday have a dragon of her own.

 

[Nooguy]

Rider


Name: Freyah Aldmur


Age: 29


Gender: Female


Height: 6' 01"


Weight: 182 lbs


Appearance:

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Personality: Freyah can be considered very passionate in the things that she takes upon herself. However, she is not one to simply charge into things. Freyah often prefers to know as much information as she can about her target and the surrounding area so as to best initiate a form of approach that will achieve fruition. Outside of assignments Freyah is quite relaxed, often taking time with her tasks and having patience when a difficulty is encountered. When she's not practicing her archery, sparring, or helping Rhavir with grooming himself, Freyah enjoys reading often times leaned up against the side of her dragon while he slumbers, or even reading with him often needed to turn pages due to Rhavir's rather large size.


History: Having grown up in Serba a single child to a loving mother and father. Her home a sizable village which was situated near the spine, the chilly temperatures of the norther lands often making survival of the village a top priority. At a relatively young age Freyah had to learn how to properly hunt by both her mother and father, the girl quickly picking up the tricks of the trade. For the most part she enjoyed her life growing up, but every now and then Freyah managed to catch sight of passing dragons, and even a few who would stop by the town to rest and resupply. Much to her father's disdain Freyah often would sneak out of home late in the night to see the dragons of riders who were resting for the night. She loved seeing the colors, sizes, and magnificence of such regal creatures, and some she even came to befriend with riders who frequently stopped by her village. Needless to say Freyah found herself quickly envisioning herself becoming a dragon rider. Much to her surprise, and elation, Freyah's parents easily saw her attraction to dragons and, while it pained them at first to let their child go, they managed to scrounge enough together to allow Freyah to go forth and train to become a dragon rider at Fort Kivon. Her exuberance quickly switched to determined focus as she went through her years as a groom, happily moving on to become a page, and finally achieving the status of rider at the age of 19 when she was accepted by her dragon, Rhavir, to be his rider.


Other: Due to her early training in hunting Freyah is quite adept at tracking and hunting as well as skinning and preparing a catch to eat and store. Freyah's method of combat in melee is rather unorthodox in that she wields both a sword and an axe. Often times she utilizes her axe as a deadly throwing weapon or battering her opponent's defenses while her sword is used to strike at weaknesses opened up by her axe. Freyah's ranged weapon of choice has changed from a standard manual bow to a crossbow since she finds the munitions much easier to handle while on dragonback and the ability to wield it with one hand.


Dragon


Name: Rhavir


Age: 159


Gender: Male


Appearance:

Species: Glacin (Gla-seen) (Dragon species that is capable of breathing a form of ice. Instead of literally breathing ice Glacin actually exhale a torrent of water held within two specialized glands that, upon contact with a surface, freezes into an incredibly thick and dense form of ice often taking shape in jagged dangerous spikes. The method in which the exhaled water freezes is due to the liquid being used actually having a very high salinity to it which naturally lowers its freezing points as well as the water going through very rapid decompression upon being exhaled and upon contact with a surface. Glacin do often need to keep hydrated as if their specialized glands run empty any attempts to use their breath begins to pull from their natural stores of water and runs the risk of dehydrating them to the point of deteriorating health and potentially death.)


Classification: Heavyweight


Personality: Much like his rider, Rhavir has a very relaxed and patient attitude toward things. Often times he enjoys napping or relaxing in a nice sun spot or taking a swim in a refreshing lake. Rhavir isn't as rambunctious as younger dragons tend to be, less likely to play fight or rough house. Now this isn't to say Rhavir isn't capable of being playful or devious. The large dragon often times enjoys teasing young pages as they tend to him and playing tricks on other riders or dragons when it's in good humor. There are rare occasions in which Rhavir might want to spar with another dragon of his size, often enjoying training youngling dragons of his size and teaching cocky youths some humility if their arrogance poses a threat to themselves, their rider, and others around them. Rhavir also enjoys socializing with other dragons and riders, though often times he's rarely the one to initiate any form of conversation. While he won't simply roll over to any whom approach, any person that Freyah seems to be comfortable around he'll often have a softer disposition toward as well.


History: Having been born in the wilds of the northern realms Rhavir grew as a wild dragon originally. As soon as he was able to walk on all four legs Rhavir simply loved to explore the chilly forests that existed outside the cave his mother and father resided in. Often times Rhavir would follow explore the expansive sea of wood and pine needles when out hunting, normally getting side tracked when his curiosity was piqued. One day Rhavir came across a human, a very small human compared to the usual humans he normally saw when flying. In truth the human was a young boy out hunting, much like Rhavir. Their initial meeting was rather fleet, the boy fleeing in fear, but in subsequent weeks their repeated crossing paths lead to an inquisitive camaraderie between the two. Eventually the two forged a tight bond with one another, both's parents coming to know of the partnership between the two, and soon thereafter Rhavir's rider became an official rider after attending training at Fork Kivon. The two enjoyed long and adventurous years with one another. Unfortunately one fateful day, the two having been dispatched with a team to deal with an encroaching barbarian horde. Needless to say the task was treacherous as upon the group's arrival the barbarian horde turned out to be much more organized and armed than originally thought. The group thought themselves capable though and forged on to engage their enemy. During the battle Rhavir and his rider were separated, the chaos of fighting making it difficult for the dragon to find his rider. It wasn't until the battle was wearing down, the barbarian forces being defeated by the trained rider force, that Rhavir found his rider but he was barely alive and mortally wounded. There was no chance to move him, doing so only caused agony for his rider, and so Rhavir simply laid with his rider sharing the last moments with him until he finally passed. After his rider died Rhavir fell into a deep depression for many many years refusing any form of rider. It wasn't until a young girl by the name of Freyah approached him, not fearful of his growls, hisses, or brandished teeth, that Rhavir slowly began to warm to her. Freyah regularly tended to him, the dragon often scaring off any other grooms who approached, but her seemingly endless patience slowly wore away the walls he'd erected around himself. Over the years as the human girl grew and advanced through her studies Rhavir, for the first time, felt a glimmer of happiness for the human at her accomplishments. Upon the day that Freyah became a rider, Rhavir actually approached her, and the two have been a strong pair ever since.

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Rider


Name: Kuroneko "Kuro" Kouun


Age:23


Gender:Male


Race: Gatomen


Appearance:

He also has a black tail that is not shown.


Personality: Generally, Kuro is very laid back, relaxed, and carefree. In battle, however, he tends to be easily excited, and daring to the point of recklessness.


History: Kuro didn't come to be a rider by normal means. Usually, a rider had to complete their time as a groom and a page before becoming a Rider and being selected by a dragon. Kuro did things a little backwards. After a routine scouting mission, a group of Riders had found Kuro holding a baby Clubtail dragon. The two were inseparable. The team of Riders brought Kuro and the Clubtail, affectionately named Whiplash, back to the Fort. At first, it was tested to see if the baby Clubtail would select an experienced rider instead of the boy. The dragon promptly cup-checked anyone that dared get near him. After the third attempt, the other Riders just accepted the stubborn Clubtail had it in its mind that it would only be ridden by Kuro. So seven year old Kuro was put on an accelerated learning program. He had to learn at a much faster rate, though he seemed to adjust quite well, graduating to the rank of Rider in record time so he would be permitted to ride Whiplash. He finished groom training at age 10, and finished page training four years later. He was officially made a Rider at age 14, although he did not see any combat until 16, as commanders didn't want to unnecessarily risk a young life. In short order, the two got a reputation for daring, using tactics never before seen by Riders. Most notably, Whiplash would flip in midair to take out one opponent, while Kuro would use the flip to launch himself at a second.


Other: Kuro, rather infamously, is known to keep a little packet of catnip in his boot "For medical reasons".


Dragon


Name: Whiplash


Age:16


Gender: Female


Appearance: Whiplash is a lean, powerful dragon with dazzling silver scales with just a tint of blue to them. Like all Clubtails, she's got four wings. Her tail's 'club' tends to resemble a morning star, with spikes protruding at it from all angles. Most notably, she has deep blue eyes that stand out in contrast to her silvery scales. Most have learned if her eyes narrow, you're about to get clubbed.....


Species: Clubtail


Classification: Middle


Personality: Whiplash is a proud female dragon that lets very few into her good graces. It is such that Kuro is the only one at this point that is permitted to go near her, as she has notoriously clubbed anyone else that tried. This quirk is one of many reasons why Kuro's studies were accelerated. Despite this, Riders have noted she is incredibly loyal to, and protective of Kuro. The last person that spoke ill of Kuro is no longer able to produce children thanks to Whiplash.


History: As she had already selected Kuro to be her rider when the boy was just seven, she grew up around him, staying with him at all times until she got too big to stay on his shoulder, and had to sit outside waiting for him every day. Some Riders, drawn to her rarity, attempted to prove themselves to be her rider, but she took their pride(and possibly their ability to reproduce) with one swing of her tail. Even back in those days, the power she had in that thing was legendary. Now that she's grown, that power is even more well known. Of course, that doesn't stop the occasional drunken dare to see how close to her one can get without getting clobbered into next week...


Other: Whiplash has a weakness for sweets. As of yet, no one but Kuro knows about this, since everyone else has long given up trying to get anywhere near her.

 

[Chase]

Ayela and Daenyx

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  Ayela Jothrani
  
  
  
  
  Age:
  
  19
  
  
  
  
  Gender:
  
  Female
  
  
  
  
  History:
  
  When Ayela was a year old, she wandered off from her sitter (her parents, both riders, were off on a mission) and found herself in the caves, and ran into Daenyx, a two year old Glacin. The two bonded immediately. Ayela accelerated in everything she did, getting through being a Groom in a year, and becoming a Page at only 14. She graduated at age 17 and has been a valued Rider ever since. Ayela also helps teach the Pages when she's not on a mission.
  
  
  
  
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  Despite her advanced abilities, Ayela is very humble. She likes to help the Grooms, and she attempts to make a bond with all of the Pages and dragons she comes into contact with. She is helpful and kind, but when she has a mission, she does it and does it well. The Rider is fiercely protective of those she loves, and messing with them is messing with her.
  
  
  
  
  Other:
  
  Ayela is also a skilled archer and knife thrower, should she ever find herself in a fight without Daenyx around. However, the two are nearly inseparable, so that rarely happens.
  
  
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  Daenyx
  
  Age:
  
  20
  
  Gender:
  
  Male
  
  Species:
  
  Glacin
  
  Classification:
  
  Middle-weight
  
  History:
  
  When Daenyx was two, a human baby toddled into his cave. That baby was Ayela. He played with her, being a baby himself, he didn't think to take her back to the humans. They made a lasting bond, and Daenyx took no rider until she was qualified. Daenyx and Ayela now are practically never apart, and when on missions, their closeness allows them to do maneuvers some riders could only dream of.
  
  
  
  
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  Daenyx is a playful dragon, who finds being in a serious situation rather boring. He makes a game of his missions and is always finding some way to mess with the poor, unsuspecting Grooms and Pages. He does like to help them, however. He just also likes to play jokes on them. Like his rider, Daenyx is protective of those he cares for, and those Ayela cares for (though those people are typically the same).
  
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Garren and Elaelyra

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  Garren Tomania
  
  
  Age:
  
  
  28
  
  
  Gender:
  
  
  Male
  
  
  History:
  
  
  At 28, Garren is just now becoming a rider. He took at least a year as a Groom then most, and a very long time as a page. Elaelyra only accepted him as her rider because he is the Grandson of a very famous rider; her rider. His skills lack in, well, everything, and so he only gets assigned message delivery missions.
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Garren is extremely aware of how insufficient he is. He knows that Elaelyra only chose him because he is the first rider in his family since his grandfather's death. He's a very sad person, feeling that he's let his family and his country down by being so awful. Not to mention the fact that he can hear how the other riders and pages speak of him when they think he can't hear him.
  
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  Garren is Elaelyra's fourth rider, his great-great-great grandfather being the first.
  
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  Elaelyra
  
  
  Age:
  
  
  205
  
  
  Gender:
  
  
  Female
  
  
  Species:
  
  
  Flier
  
  
  Classification:
  
  
  Light-weight
  
  
  History:
  
  
  Elaelyra has been flying with the Tomanias her whole life. She grieved for many years after each of her rider's deaths, but always accepted the next family member to come around. Even Garren, though he is the first one to be anything less than a good rider.
  
  
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  Elaelyra is a bit bitter, after losing so many riders, and she doesn't attempt to hide it. Not even with Garren, who she lets know exactly how she thinks of his abilities. She uses her comments that border on mean to encourage students to be better. Unfortunately for most, she considers everyone younger than her to be her student.
  
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[Dante]

Rider

Name: Aeidon Mallivard (A-eh-don Mall-I-vard)


Age: 29


Gender: Male


Appearance: Just over 6’2 Aeidon is quite tall, with a broad-shouldered build he cuts a imposing figure. It doesn’t help that he is well muscled from working tirelessly as a trainee and still as a rider. He also acquired a tanned complexion from working in the sun. He has strange greyish-silver hair that he has had from birth, and he is unaware of its origins. Though his mother used to say he had some wolf in him from a far off ancestor and call him her little wolf for it. His hair is short so it doesn't get in his way while flying. He has stunning ocean blue eyes that blend through a forest green into a yellow band of gold around his pupil. These eyes are like a family heirloom, with his whole blood family sporting them no matter what, and are a great pride, as they are said to be the most beautiful asset of the Mallivard family. Aeidon dresses for ease, not beauty, usually it is simple brown breeches, a boring old white shirt and his comfortable and worn brown boots. If he is required to wear more formal clothes it would be a outfit of black breeches, boots and tunic, and a white shirt and heavy green coat.


Personality: Aeidon is in many ways the opposite of his partner, Kaska Vermillion, he has a calm personality. Although he doesn't laugh much, he smiles easily and often shows some dry humour around people he trusts. However most of the time he is deadly serious and calculating, a strategist. He is kind and caring with those close to him, though those people are few in number. He has almost infinite patience, is very slow to anger, unless you pick you words incorrectly, and is very intelligent. And there has been more than one instance where he has been referred to as cold and heartless. He is confident in a quiet way, as if sure of himself but not a boaster. And he is a good leader, quick to solve disputes and to be strict when he has to.


History:Aeidon came from a esteemed family, who were rich and prosperous, but snakes. They viewed him and his intelligent mind as a opportunity for fame and wealth, not as kin. The only one who was kind was his mother, who was beautiful and kind, but cursed with a betrothal from a young age to his father, a horrible and unfaithful man. She urged Aeidon to follow his dreams, no matter what they were, whereas his father just expected him to become a politician without question. Aeidon struggled with his fear of his fathers pride and his guilt of his mothers hope. In order to please his parents he pretended it was his dream to become a famous politician, even though the job sounded awful. For 5 years he was trained to be cunning, deadly and ruthless in the battlefield of a court room, and to his guilt, he was sadly brilliant at it, and this had his family in high hopes for the riches his success could bring. But as he neared his 12th birthday, realisation dawned on him, the future he was expected to have would not be worth living for. So on that day he made up his mind, he would follow his dreams as his mother wanted him to. On his 12th birthday after saying goodbye to his mother and explaining to her his destination. He set off towards Fort Raniara, to follow a secret dream he had nurtured for years,the dream of being a dragon rider. He had become obsessed with them years before, at the young age at seven, when he had wandered off from his mother in the market and escaped into the forest, and stumbled upon a clearing where a young rider and his dragon were practising. Aeidon had watched them for over half an hour, mesmerised at their bond. The pair had been so involved in their practise they had not noticed them, but when his mother, by now frantic, had found him, she had stumbled at the sight, terrified of and awed by the beast. She had quickly dragged Aeidon away after staring at the mighty beast, and although she was as clearly fascinated by the dragon as well she had never said a word, and Aeidon had followed her example. However since that experience he had been obsessed with the idea of being a dragon rider.


But anyway, once he made it to Fort Raniara he signed up. His father found out, and enraged, he disowned his son, as in the high society of Oren a family member who rides is an outcast. This is due to the fact they are of no political value, they are unable to be betrothed or to work in an important position as they spent most of their years learning about being a dragon rider and looking after their dragon rather than learning of politics and working to up their social status. This is the reason why Aeidon went to Fort Raniara, rather than Kivon which would have been less travel, as he did not want to be known as the Politicians outcast son, so he went as far as his meagre pocket money would allow him, which was the Fort of Juval. After he signed up he was made a groom, and although his intelligent mind was quick to learn all the techniques and ways of caring for dragons, it took him 4 years. For as clearly as he could picture the fluid finger movements in his head his clumsy, soft fingers could not replicate them, and although he had a healthy body, that isn't enough to pick up a 2 ton box of cleaning supplies. By the time he came out of his Groom training, he was a muscled, fit and worn young man of 16. After that he went into his time as a Page, and this is where he really excelled, and although he probably could have passed and became a rider within a year, Aeidon stayed on instead for three. In those 3 years he learned everything about dragons, and aced the tests required for becoming a rider. Now aged 19, a perfect student and ready to pick a dragon, Aeidon was all set, but there was one slight problem. None of the dragons he had been presented were that dragon he wanted, none that he would form that important bond with. To his commanders frustration, this went on for over half a year, with Aeidon turning away dragon after dragon. With any other Rider they would have chucked him out or threatened something close to him or his scholarship as a rider. But he was kind of hard to get rid of, as he was intelligent and has the potential to become an amazing rider so it would be a waste of talent to chuck him out. But he had no care for friends or his family, as his mother had passed away to year before and with his often unfriendly nature he wasn't exactly popular and he didn't really want to be. So they just kept him around, though he went out to get jobs for money. One day however things changed, they brought in a extremely rare female Longwing, still half wild. She was the only one currently in the service and they were desperate to find her a rider. She had been passed around through 5 forts, and the Admirals patience was wearing thin. During her time there Aeidon grew curious, drawn by her wildness, one day he went up to her, although nervous of her venom, and asked if she could tell him more about herself. He was half expecting her to melt him on the spot and was surprised when she said yes. From then on he spent his days with her, and Katska told him stories of her life in the tropical forest parts of Serba. And how she had been so fascinated by humans and then had gotten caught eating some cooked venison from hunters. She had rarely spoken to humans and did not know their customs of paying, so she profusely apologised to the hunters. Although terrified the hunters had taken advantage of the situation and told her she has to pay them back by joining the aerial corps. This was due to the fact the reward for delivering rare dragons to the aerial corps was a very generous fee, so she had travelled with them to the Fort of Serba and they had handed her over. Since then she had seen and done many things in her travels through and to the forts, though she had refused to choose a rider yet, saying that she had simply not found the right one. After this tale Aeidon told her that the hunters had tricked her, as the price for a few cooked deer was not that much. She had, although looked confused for a moment, simply shrugged and said that at least this life was more interesting that her jungle one. Any way, after that they talked about his life, and she was fascinated by it, but one day, seemingly out of the blue, Katska had piqued up, asking him if he wanted to be her rider. He had been confused, then astounded, and finally excited and happy. Immediately accepting her offer they had started training the moment their partnership had been accepted, and from the age of 20 he has been working with her. They had quickly become a very close and strong team, and after 5 years he had been raised to the rank of captain of a group of people who quickly became his closest friends. They had been an amazing squad that had been in tune with each other and were as close as siblings, though they squabbled like siblings,dubbed the Dragonet Siblings by the pages and grooms, and for 4 years it was that way, until recently. To the devastation of everyone in the squad, the team was disbanded and Aeidon transferred for unknown reasons other than it came right from the Admiralty so it was to be done immediately. Aeidon was devastated for one of the few times in his life, and although over the 6 days it took to get to Fort Kivon (a storm delayed the journey as they were forced to land to wait out the worst of it) he has come to terms with his anger and grief it is still a raw subject for him.


Other:

Dragon

Name: Katska Vermillion (Cats-ka Ver-million)


Age: 62


Gender: Female


Appearance: Katska is quite a beautiful dragon, with most of her body covered in emerald scales and the undersides of her wings a soft mint green as well as her frills, belly and chest being mint green. Her pitch black and razor sharp talons and arrow head tail tip are paired with black, twisting and deadly horns and a set of white, gleaming and wicked sharp teeth. For build she has a slim face and long neck, with a long, winding tail imperative for control when flying. She is 60 feet from snout to tail tip and has a startling 120 foot wingspan.


Species: Longwing


Classification: Middleweight (Mostly due to the weight of her massive wings)


Personality: As said before, Kaska and Aeidon are dire opposites, with Kaska a talkative and sometimes naïve soul. She is very talkative and caring around ones she cares about and innocent creatures. But she has the worst temper, and often at times acts like a little hatchling despite her 62 years. She is kind and sometimes naïve, like with the hunters, due to her little experience around other sentient life forms. Overall though she is a good person/dragon.


History: Katska was born in the tropical jungle region of Serba, were she was raised from hatching by her mother, Ashryver, an old Longwing who had lived in the jungle all her life. Her mother taught all about life in the jungle, and though she said little about humans any amount she said she would always end with saying that they are evil creatures and that she should never roam near the human villages around. Later Katska found out it was because her father had been killed by poachers, but although he was her father she felt no connection to him, and his death seemed distant and sadly not overly important. A few years after her mothers peaceful passing Katska first found herself drawn to the humans village, she had been fascinated with their culture, and amazed at everything they had built. After that she spent much of her time observing the humans, venturing closer and closer every time. She was not spotted as she spent most of her time hiding in the camouflage of the green leaves of the forest, with her green hide helping her blend in. One day she ventured a bit too far after she was lured closer to the town by an alluring scent of some foreign meat cooking, she had followed to smell, naïve despite her 49 years of age. She had tracked it down to a fire that had some small hunks of strange meat cooking above it, curious, Katska had taken a bit, and found it absolutely delicious. She had ended up eating it all, but as she was finishing she was interrupted by the gasps of humans,she had turned around, surprised, and in the surprisingly extensive language she had picked up from the villagers she spoke “ H-hello?” Realisation hit her and she started up “Oh I'm so sorry I did not realise this was your food, I'm so very very sorry, is there anything I could do to repay you” The humans had remained for a few seconds longer, starting at her, dumbfounded. Before one snapped out of it and nudged the other one, whispering in his ear, the second one also snapped out of it and nodded t his companion, although looking a little apprehensive. The first approached her cautiously and in a thickly accented and scratchy voice he addressed her “ Oh um hi, my name is Alorenzo and this is Taipo, we are merchants, the only way for you to repay us is to…go with us and give yourself up to the Aerial corps” Instantaneously Katska had nodded, eager to say sorry to the men and pay them back, even though she had no idea what they meant. She travelled with them from first light, mournfully leaving the only home she had ever known behind.


After they arrived at the Fort of Serba Katska was pawned off to the men, who walked away rich, though Katska didn't know that. She had loyally joined the aerial corps, wanting to stay true to her word, though she had no idea what it entailed. She was trained in strategies, dragon races, minor politics, geography and many things for 3 years before qualifying as a dragon suitable for a rider. In this time she realised the weight of what she agreed to, and decided that if she was going to have a rider, it was going to be one worthy of her and one she could entrust with her life and have a partnership with. As she had seen the way some riders treated their dragons like dung and she didn't want that kind of rider. She was passed through many forts, saying no to many riders despite the multiple disappointed glares she got sent her way. It was during her time at Fort Raniara that she found her partner that she had been looking for. She had been dosing in the sun when a young man had approached her, although he wasn't nearly as nervous as the other riders he was slightly nervous. In a deep voice he had asked her if she would tell him about her, although very surprised at first, she had quickly agreed, eager to talk to a human and learn about their reactions. They had talked and talked, at first about her life, and when he told her of the hunters trickery, she had been annoyed for a little bit, but she didn't mind really, as she didn't want to go back to that boring life anyway. They had then talked about him and his life, about his families expectancies and his mothers love, and his mischievous times as a groom and page. Those were the times she enjoyed the most, talking with Aeidon. The idea of him being her dragon only popped into her head one day when she had been observing him, while he examined a dragon, deciding if he wanted the dragon to be his. She had imagined him saying yes and flying off with the dumb looking beast, and had surprised herself by feeling a prick of jealously. She had thought more on it, and in that time, a idea grow in her head, Aeidon, my rider, the idea of it had been so natural that within a few hours, she had decided. Though she had decided she allowed herself a few days to think on it. But nothing had really felt more right, so a few days later, in the middle of a conversation on maternal instincts (they had weird conversations on random things), she had spoke up, asking if he wanted to be her rider. She had been rather nervous about it, worrying he would find the idea ridiculous and a joke, but really she had nothing to worry about. As he agreed immediately, ecstatic. They joined together in a close partnership, and trained together and their bond grew. When Aeidon was made squad leader it was even better, with Katska finding friends in the dragons of the group as well. When the group was disbanded Katska had many fits of rage because of her temper, however she and Aeidon got through their anger and grief together. Now she is apprehensive about the new squad they have been assigned to.


Other: Katska was given these four vambraces by Aeidon for her first birthday with him, although they were meant for battle she didn't want to scratch them so she keeps them for decoration only, so she only wears them to look fancy on special occasions
​

Spoiler

she also sometimes strings simple metal beads between her horns to really match.

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

Major WIP! Will be finished soon!

• About Lilia
• About Varen

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  Name
  
  
  Lilia Motierre
  
  
  Age
  
  
  24 years old
  
  
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  Female
  
  
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  Lilia's height is a little above average, standing at about 5'11". She has rather defined facial features, with sculpted cheek bones and a defined jawline. Her hair is platinum blonde and is usually tied up in a loose bun. Lilia's eyes are a bright sapphire blue that are hard to miss. One of her most noticeable features is the scar trailing down near the bottom of her eye.
  
  
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  Varen
  
  
  Age
  
  
  33 years old
  
  
  
  
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  Male
  
  
  Appearance
  
  
  A rather large and intimidating dragon, Varen is 22 feet in length and has a 30 foot long wingspan. Varen's scales are a brilliant shade of crimson with an iridescent orange glow when seen from a different angle or light. His back and the edge of his wings are covered with sharp horns, accented with a black tint near the tips. Two facial horns protrude out the sides of his head, curving down towards his face and then pointing up near the front of his neck. Varen's eyes are bright orange and glow in a throbbing rhythm; like a newborn ember in the pit of a fire.
  
  
  Species
  
  
  Furios
  
  
  Classification
  
  
  Middle
  
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  Varen has a tricky personality, and one only Lilia has come to understand and accept. He is aggressive and hostile towards others he labels as strangers. He does not like to show weakness, and presents himself as a strong, independent dragon who will not back down from a challenge. Varen is easily described as stubborn, impulsive, and quick tempered. Even with Lilia, he sometimes can't help but act stubborn and ill-mannered. It seems he won't listen to anyone else but Lilia, and even she has a hard time dealing with him.
  
  
  In Lilia's presence, Varen lets his guard down more, and even teases her at times. It all depends on his mood. He is playful, but very subtly, and only in his own way. He isn't easily intimidated and his daring bravado can get him into trouble at times. Lilia is perhaps the only one he trusts, and due to this, Varen is extremely protective of her.
  
  
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[Soviet Panda]

Rider


Name: Connor McKinley


Age: 22


Gender: Male


Appearance:

Personality: Very, very, very serious. I can't stress this enough. It's the job or nothing. And even when he isn't on a job he doesn't like to "relax" as people call it. No, you can usually find him training away on the field, with Buras circling over head and occasionally diving down towards him.


History: He was raised as a warrior, a protector of one of the many nomadic groups the animan are known for. He did not have childhood friends like most others would, he was secluded by all, expected to learn the way of the sword, spear, bow, knives, any weapon he was handed. That is probably the reason he went to Fort Kivon, to become even more of a warrior. That is, until a young dragon caught his attention by viciously body checking him.


Other: The tattoos covering his body are symbols of his progression as a warrior of the animen. The dragon on his back is Buras.


Dragon


Name: Buras


Age: 35 and not even half way to his kind's equivalence of a teenager.


Gender: Male


Appearance:


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Species: King of the Mountain. (Race I suggested that may be added shortly.)


Classification: Heavy.


Personality: Take Connor, now make it the exact opposite. He loves people, any people. Odds are if you give him the chance he'll talk to you, and then not stop until he's out of breath or can't find anything else to talk about. Often times he looks forward to the pages coming in to assist in cleaning him, and often times they come stumbling out dazed at all the knowledge or random information he unloaded onto them, leaving them to sort through the junk. Some times a page comes stumbling out not because he's had to process so much information, no occasionally Buras will accidentally hit one with a claw or a wing. Every time he realizes what he's done, he feels bad about it for days afterwords.


History: Buras was among the first clutch of King of the Mountain eggs to be hatched in a Fort. He grew up around humans and other dragons. But when he was old enough, or was it big enough, to be ridden he turned aside everyone. It was hard to tell at times, since he does get on so well with just about everyone. One person was thought to be Buras' rider, but that person laughed it off and said "Buras told me I wasn't his rider almost right off the bat. I'm just one of the few that saw that and understood it." It came as a surprised that Buras chose the stoic and often times serious Connor as his rider.


Other: He's a massive puppy, if you can relate dogs to dragons. He wants to play almost constantly, and loves attention, especially if he isn't being yelled at. Also is working on getting Connor to show more emotion.

 

[Redshift]

Dragon


Name: Clotho


Age: 157


Gender: Female


Appearance: Clotho has a lean, bony frame that clearly bears the the marks of battle. Her most notable scar runs along her neck, which does hinder her ability to camouflage slightly. Her natural scale color is a mottled brown, but that frequently changes, given the nature of her species. She also has straight, curled horns like an antelope.


Species: Camo


Classification: Lightweight


Personality: Clotho is... quirky to say the least. Her old age and battered past has deteriorated her filter, so she can extremely blunt without apology. However, her seemingly random advice and witticisms can often be helpful, since she is usually full of good intentions. To add, Clotho is a stickler for respect, especially toward elders and those with battle experience. Still, she is not completely stuck in her ways and is often surprisingly adaptable. However, she has no qualm with getting into an argument when she thinks she's right.


History: Clotho's history is long and mostly shrouded in the clouds of her failing memory, but she does remember her origins in Juval. She was actually a direct heir to the legendary Seja bloodline that protects one of the larger villages in Juval. The Sejas were (and still are) feared warriors, stealthy and unpredictable. They have a pact with the local farming humans that they will protect them from harm in exchange for food. Clotho's father was the leader at the time and Clotho was his first born. The Sejas are also naturally larger than their rivals, the Cahzans, so Clotho grew large and lanky, quickly becoming a formidable fighter. But after she turned 40, there was a large battle between the Cahzan and Seja clans. Clotho became a prisoner of war, spending 2 years in Cahzan custody (this is rumored to be where she lost a bit of her sanity). As the war only became more bloody, Fort Kivan began to intervene, trying to repair clan relations. At first they tried to bargin for Clotho's release, but the Cahzans were unshakable in their position, so as soon as the peaceful talks ended, the covert rescue mission began. Due to complications, it was ultimately a young page who infiltrated the Cahzan ranks and freedom Clotho. Forever grateful for the young man'said help, Clotho offered her service to Fort Kivan to be paired with the page, named Rorrotock. She became one of the few Camos to be actively used in combat and is now a respected veteran.


However, after the death of Rorrotock (sickness shortly after he retired), Clotho grieved for a long time, long enough that the outpost stopped harassing her to get a new rider. However, without a human partner, Clotho was put in a teaching position, now one of the main instructors for both middle and light weights. She does go on a few special ops missions, sometimes on her own volition.


Other: She will sometimes where armour to combat if she feels her camouflage will be underutilized.

 

[The Succubi Queen]

Rider

I can do this! You just have to believe in me. Please. Believe in me. Aranai

Name: Aranai Nykroc

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance: Aranai is short, at about 5'4, and has a tiny build. While she's just as muscular as any other Rider her age, people tend to underestimate her strength due to her small size. She has medium length brown hair, which she keeps in pigtails.

Personality: Aranai is somewhere along the odd mix between hyperactive and overly mature. She's ambitious, but perhaps a little too eager, and tends to plan too far into the future, but she also takes great pains to assure she doesn't fall to the sin of pride. She is respectful of the chain of command, and tends not to give her input unless asked, or she feels it is necessary. This can often be a failing, as she tends to ignore her better judgement and put faith in rank instead of reason. Her optimism can border on the annoying at times, but for those who need a little positivity in their lives, she's a less than welcome addition that may prove more useful than one would consider.

She's not exactly a prodigy, and she has a reputation for lacking skills, but she's she's actually one of the more hard-working riders in her class, and while she might not be an instant talent at any of the skills of a Rider, she's a quick study, and is on par with her peers within a few weeks of learning a new skills. Still, this prevented her from truly shining as a Groom or Page.

History: From a small trade caravan that traveled between the jungles of Juval and the cities of Oren, Polla, and Serba, Aranai spent most of her youth traveling, picking up a mix of skills and cultures along the road, and hearing stories of the Dragon Riders who completed great heroic tasks. At the age of 10, her caravan was attacked by raiders and the girl was left orphaned, until she was rescued by a passing group of Raiders. Refusing to enter an orphanage or other care system, the young girl was inducted as a groom, and slowly rose through the ranks to become a page by the age of 15. She then spent the next few years in the duties of a page, since her lack of pedigree or family history made her a less than viable candidate for the older dragons, and there was little eagerness to pair a "talentless" rider with a new dragon.

Other: Aranai bears a large scar across her stomach from the night her family was killed, and she makes a point to always keep her midriff covered.

Aranai is paired with the Viper Asmodan, but she's still fully sure of his personality.

In combat scenarios, Aranai dual wields short swords, and is best at a sort of tag team combat. She's terrible at watching her own back, but there's no better person to defend you.​

 

[Mystik]

Rider

clothing

Name:


Viktoriya Yunevich


Age:


20


Gender:


Female.


Personality:

Spoiler

This certain Rider seems to be strict, militant, and takes her job extremely seriously. She'll prefer to keep quiet and work on her own, however she is not foolish and knows when it is appropriate to call in a few favors. She's wise and intelligent, yet this causes her to be a drastic over thinker. Her duties often get in the way of her health and it would be common for her to pull consecutive all nighters.

History:

Spoiler

Twenty long years ago Viktoriya was born to a merchant family in a snowier region of Serba. Shortly after child-birth, her mother died, leaving Viktoriya with her father/ The two grew close to one another, continuing to honor the old family trade. They went from town to town, city to city and country to country selling marvelous works of art crafted by the hands of her father. The metal daggers he produced were legendary throughout Laeris. Out of the blue, Fort Kivon contacted Viktoriya's father, seeking his aid in producing weapons and saddles for the Riders. While the job paid less than they were currently making, it promised them more than money. "A home, hot food, and a future for you," Viktoriya's father had told her. Thus the pair moved to the Fort. A few short years had passed, little Viktoriya becoming a favorite among the elders that called the walls of Kivon their home. Every mission a Rider would go on she was sure to be there, always hoping to catch a precious glimpse of the Dragons that intrigued her so.


After this, Viktoriya had finally been permitted to join the ranks as a Groom at the young age of 11. It was odd for such a girl her age to be permitted into the ranks, though due to her responsible nature and less mischievous attitude (not to be mentioned her father working a bit of overtime) she was accepted by the teenagers that surrounded her.


During the last stretch of her Groom training (14), her father had died. The man had grown old at this point, not dying from sickness or battle, he simply had grown too tired for the world on the mortal plane. Though devastated, Viktoriya hadn't allowed this to interfere with her normal studious and rather strict attitude toward life.


More years had passed and by the age of 18 Viktoriya had graduated to the rank of Rider. In her free time she maintains her father's old duties the best she can, commonly seen running between her father's old forge, the barracks, then to the stables, and back to the forge. Ah, what a busy and stressful life. But as she well knows, life goes on.

Other:

Spoiler

Viktoriya currently maintains her father's old smithy within the walls of Kivon, often assigning the work that she's unable to do to a Page or Groom that has some availability.


She's a sucker for a good meal - food is her greatest weakness.


She dresses in full armor and fights with a bastard sword. It can be used with a two or one handed style, depending on the necessity.


Viktoriya really doesn't have many allies or people she would call friends.

Dragon

Name:


Dreav





Age:


37


Gender:


Male


Species:


Furios


Classification:


Middle Weight


Personality:

Spoiler

Dreav is quite the metaphorical representation of a Furios. He's younger than almost every dragon in his brood, and unfortunately, somewhat smaller. This has caused him to become one to over compensate by making harsh decisions that force him into conflict that could be deemed unnecessary. However, Viktoriya and Dreav balance one another out. Dreav is forced to listen to reason and often sees it with Viktoriya, though Dreav also has the fiery spirit that causes Viktoriya to actually make a decision and stick to it. Dreav often displays high amounts of protectiveness over his Rider, the two rarely separating on missions. If they are seen apart, it is safe to assume something is wrong.

History:

Spoiler

As mentioned previously, Dreav was the youngest and smallest of his family. He tended to over compensate by getting into fights that resulted in bloodshed with his brothers and sisters. Not much else is known about his history, or how he even got matched with Viktoriya in the first place.

 

[WonderFry]

Maiya Argen? Rider

? Mai ?

18 | Female | Page

Appearance

???

5'2 in height. Weighs 100lbs




Personality

Maiya is bubbly and energetic, never seeming to sit still. She loves to laugh, and will snicker at any joke you throw her way. Mai is fast-paced, and though she does look before she leaps, it's more of a quick glance, at times resulting in a missed detail or two. When it comes to her physical surroundings Maiya is quite observant, allowing her to remember landmarks, directions, and sniffing out shortcuts, which comes in very handy when delivering messages (or running away).




History

Maiya hails from a small town by the coast , where the community was tight-knit but always welcoming. She grew up along the sea, and has developed a great love for it, often running along the shore. Her father is a retired aerial corps soldier, hence she grew up with dragons. She was born 3 years after Jielith hatched. They formed a tight bond, often flying above the sea together.


At present she is nearing the end of her time as a page, her graduation not too far off.




Other

Sweet tooth alert!! Has a major love for cake and candy. Her number of trips to the dentist are too many to count

Jielith?Dragon

? Jiel ?


21 | Male | Lightweight | Flier


Appearance

???

23 ft in length, 7 ft in height, 250 lbs

Personality

As playful as his soon-to-be rider, young Jielith is the joke maker in this duo. An avid flier, he never lets go of a chance to spread his wings. Jiel loves to do tricks in the air, mainly because Maiya enjoys them a lot. His jokes are corny, but they somehow manage to make you laugh. Perhaps its his presentation.


cry there's so little info. I'll think of stuff along the way.




History

Jielith's mother was the dragon of Maiya's father. His other siblings had gone off with aspiring Aerial Corps soldiers, leaving him and his mother with the Argens. For the 3 years before Maiya's birth he'd often spend time in the sky alone, teasing the birds and teaching himself new tricks. He felt lonely, with no one to play with, until Maiya was born. For the first time in a while he had someone to play with. Maybe it's why he values her so highly.

​

 

[Yonsisac]

Credit to Var. not Mi art




"The love between two voices united as siblings"


~Mother





Rider

{Name}

"Glad you ask I am Natasha "Sonido" Solotov"

{Age}

"I am 27 glad you for asking!"

{Gender}

"Um.....is it that hard to tell? i am a girl ofcourse"

{Appearance}

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Spoiler

Natasha is a 5.9 FT tall human female posses bright blue eyes and long light brown hair with a hourglass figure and slightly slender.Don't let appearances fool you as she might not seem able to defend herself but you are wrong being trained as a rider long time.Lets continue with appearance Natasha is a beauty and most of the time wears peaty colorful clothing when out or not in any activity as being a singer and a dancer as well a great Love towards instruments she always remains with color.When in important events she always wears silky and Gentle clothing as seen above its her usual clothing she wears when invited to sing on a stage of sort or assisting on a important event.


But she is not just a singer but a rider.When sent to Fly with the wind she wears light leather armor holstering a light long long bow crafted from gentle redwood and a helm style after her beautiful Dragon "Najaralalala" possessing a small vibrant crest of yellow,green and red.

{Personality}

Natasha is very friendly Rider,respectful and overall docile being equal to both Dragon and People treating them both with same respect.She is like a friend to any and a sister to some and even shows respect to her enemies alike But when action is needed she wont hesitate of not holding back.Being a singer and dancer she has natural love towards music being able to play: the flute,violin,Harp and Others.Paring with Najaralalala she is perfect pair of singers or players.


In her free time she mostly passes her time with Najaralalala singing or both playing with sounds of the instruments or from Having a nice small walk or a calm rest.If all is done she trains or goes free flight with Najaralalala around the area.

{History}

From a young age Natasha always loved singing and dancing like her mother and her dragon Najaralalala who both where very together as time pass as such dragon was part of the family for sometime as her father was a rider,same with her mother.Both own there dragons and snake like, Natasha past her time with them,learning,playing at her young age but at such age she mostly only pass time with Lala and not much with "Darama" her fathers dragon as she fiends him scary and menacing when she was young.He was similar to Najaralalala but covered in spikes and steel hard scales,but as she grew her mother was mostly unable to be a rider as in a air accident she have lost the ability to walk.


At this time Najaralalala needed a new rider and Natasha was perfect for that.At the age of 17 she started as a groom and slowly make her way to a page and soon a rider.And now to this day she is with Najaralalala and seek to make her mother proud,Her father and Darama are home in Oren.

Dragon

{Name}

"My name issssss Najaralalala plesssssure to thusssss sssspeak with you"

{Title}

Dragon of a million voices

{Age}

47

{Gender}

Female

{Appearance}

Najaralalala is a 65 feet long female snake-like dragon Covered in thick green with yellow and red tip Plates from head to tail.Each scale and plate have this curved Like scales slightly upwards to retain and enhance sound manipulation. Starting from the top of her head all the way down to middle of her body she has a row of very long and thick plates protruding upwards.Thees plates can freely vibrate able to manipulate sound that travels through the air as her tail has a unique pair of plates that is used to amplify sound greatly to 10 times its original pressure.Her Body is specially born to "slice through air and sound" with her complex vocal cord and body she is able to Blast sound as a weapon even deaf targets.


Her belly is covered by light white soft scales to slide across the ground and slider freely.Possessing Long Black claws and as seen her jaw Posses 2 Massive Fangs able to Inject paralyze agents in its prey. possessing a beak with sharp ends that is her main "tool" to amplify sound,on a side note she only has two limbs being her "arms" Or frontal paws,she dose not posses rear legs.Her wings are tightly folded on her back between her sound plates,as well her tail plates are loose giving her the ability to fling such sound amplifying plates across the ground to do much more deadly or fun sound action.

{Species}

Mimic

{Classification}

Medium-weight

{Personality}

Lala is a docile and wise Dragon,she is in short: serious,calm,silent,respectful and Overall pretty loving dragon.She has a hard time trusting most and only trust those from the "Sonido" Family and there "friends" but she can be serious and mean at times.But under that Shell of less talk and mined her own business she is really nice and willing to help but sure one thing is clear that she respects most even if annoying or that anger her.


Most of her time she passes her time with Natasha singing and practicing with instruments or having a nice calm slider across the Forrest when alone and enjoy the breeze.

{History}

Najaralalala was Caroline's dragon and great companion as she found interest in her when she hatch.Being a mimic dragon with a singer she would surely fined great interest in her as she was taken care of greatly and seeing her rider sing just pulled her to do it as well. Signing and playing with the sounds of instruments as she grew,becoming attach to it just made her life different,she played the instruments when Caroline sang and such signing brought interest to a norther dragon.


At some point in time Najaralalala and Darama where actually mates and when they first met there riders just as well had same interest.As time pass and Caroline got Married with Markov both felt they where meant to be together but they dint last long,Darama and Najaralalala after a few months of being together separated for a reason she dose not speak,no eggs where produce in the time but still both are great friends even if there relation dint work.


Now with her rider injured because of her fault in a air accident she seek a new one who would do same respect and that was the riders daughter Natasha who she found great interest from all the time they spend together and now to this day that same union last.

{Abilities}

Sound manipulation and conjuration


Najaralalala is one unique mimic with not just the ability to mimic any voice or sound.But as well the ability to handle sound as a weapon.With her unique body formation and internal sound producing organ she is able to blast like a weapon.With her ability to amplify sound to deadly states and produce it she can as well mimic and change it. For example she can mimic: the voice of other people,the sounds of objects,animals,or even daily sounds like steps or wind.


Infra vision


Najaralalala is able to sens infrared as around her beak and face she posses what is known as "pit holes" miniature openings that posses heat sensitive organs to sens infrared as seen in this small example.She posses a total of 8 pits giving her the total domination in day or night when it comes to sight.

 

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Name: Asmodan


Age: 45


Gender: Male


Appearance:





Scales are a deep brown that fade to a light sandy color at the tips.


Species: Viper


Classification: Middle


Personality: Angry, just very angry. But it's all an act. He hisses and bares his fang at many people, including his rider at times.


History: Born and raised in a Fort, he has never truly experienced the outside world. He's always been super vised, always been safe. And he despised it. He would try to sneak out on his own, oh how he would try. But every time he was caught and returned to the Fort. The only way he saw out was to take a Rider, and he thinks he may have found someone that would be acceltable.


Other: Young and brash. His anger is no doubt caused by hormones and his fangs starting to grow, which actually kind of painful. A small ache, but it's always there and gets on his nerves.