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Freida Aldorsdottir
Nickname/Title-name: The Lazy Archer

23 Years old, born May 10th
Female 5'5", 145 lbs.
Freida tends to be laid back, to the point that she tends to be misunderstood as uncaring. However, there isn't anyone better when it comes to having your back, in a fight, or out of one. Freida is a big eater, despite her size, and can best even some of the heaviest drinkers on the island.
She has a penchant for vengeance when pranked, and is known to nap with her Snow Wraith when bored or having nothing else to do. Even being mid-flight isn't enough to stop her from taking a quick nap, but she does enough work around the island that no one really complains.
Preferring to use a bow over a sword or axe, Frieda and her Snow Wraith, Atrel, use their speed in the air to hunt game and to run off any predators from the island's sheep and other pasture animals without fear of reprisal. While accurate with her weapon of choice, she still hasn't quite gotten the hang of hitting moving targets while on Atrel; unless the target is moving in a straight line, Freida only hits 1 out of every 2-3 shots, something she grumbles about constantly. She carries a sword with her in case she is forced into close quarters.

Background
Freida was born to your typical Viking family, and most of her early years are quite boring to talk about, or so she'll tell you.
In truth, her early years, up until she was around 13 were indeed not much to write home about. Aside from it being obvious early on that she wasn't going to be the biggest adult ever, and her having a penchant for archery early on, Freida's childhood was lacking in the interesting event department.
It wasn't till she hit her 14th year that things finally took a more interesting turn. It was the middle of winter, and she was out gathering firewood, as the wind and snow had died down to near nothing the past two days. Her parents were busy with other things, so Frieda had gone out on her own, which was nothing unusual anymore. While she was looking for a tree that was dead enough and not too tall for someone her size to cut down and bring home, she tripped and fell over something that was blending in with the snow. Grumbling to herself as she stood up and patted the snow off herself, she turned to check kick whatever rock she tripped over only to stop herself mid kick. It was an egg. White as snow, and surrounded by 2 or 3 other eggs that had been cracked open from the outside. Frieda looked around in a panic, wondering if she stumbled upon the remains of somethings meal, only to hear a roar off in the distance, and then a crash of trees. Luckily, whatever it was, it was getting farther and farther away. Not wanting to stick around, Freida started to head back home when she heard a small sound. Crack, crickle, crack.
The egg had begun to hatch! Freida turned, grabbed the egg without thinking, and ran back home. She knew that whatever it was, wouldn't survive more than a few minutes before succumbing to cold.

After getting home and making sure it hatched properly, Freida named the dragon Atrel, and the two shortly became best friends, growing up together.
Freida had her hands full early on with Atrel, as the dragon was cocky, prideful, and full of energy. An incident with a Greathorn youngling when Atrel was 5 years old curbed his pride a bit, and completely got rid of his cocky side, while also leaving a small tear in his wing as a reminder.


Atrel

Atrel is just as laid back as Frieda is, which is slightly odd for a Snow Wraith. Sometimes Atrel will shake Frieda awake mid flight out of jealousy, and a bit of spite, since he isn't able to nap while flying. The Snow Wraith prefers sleeping outside in the cooler air, but will sometimes sleep inside during the coldest days of winter. Atrel tends to take detours when coming back from running off a wolf pack; he enjoys flying, and Frieda doesn't mind or watching the scenery go by - or enjoying a nap - when Atrel decides to take one of his detours.

Atrel has a small chip in his left wing from getting cocky when he was younger. He got too close to a cornered Greathorn youngling, and had a bite taken out of it. It's not big enough to cause issues while flying, but it is large enough to be a reminder. The encounter is part of why he became more laid back as he got older, as the hit to his pride calmed him down.​

 

[SavannahSmiles]

Leif Vidarsson

# Rider of the Light Fury

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[HuffyLee]

May make minor edits, but I'm pretty sure all characters are complete

• Thrain, The Skrill Rider
• Cracklejaw (Skrill)
• Gyda, The Goregutter Rider
• Bullgrunt (Goregutter)

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  Thrain Slodisson

  The Thunder Titan

  27

  Male

  Pansexual

  Dragon: Cracklejaw

  Born Jan.18th

  6'6"

  Black Hair + Eyes

  LIKES & DISLIKES

  Likes:
  -Thunderstorms, story telling, cooking, combat, dares, drinking, dancing, tatoos
  Dislikes:
  - Children, Fish, Cowards, snobs, ropes, boats
  
  

  MISC

  
  Includes: Weapons, Armor, modifications, and Rite of Passage
  
  Weapons:
  - Atgeir and a long sword, both forged with silver to conduct electricity. The handles are each lined with leather to protect his hands.
  - A sheild, carved with lightning and cloud markings for decoration
  
  Armor:
  -The style changes regularly, but whatever he wears must be made of rubber or leather to help him avoid being shocked by cracklejaw's thunder. It's less about what he'd like to wear and more about what his dragon tolerates. When he has free range, he prefers to wear something that exposes his top half in order to show off his tatoos.
  
  
  Daily Outfits:
  
  
  Modifications:
  -Tatoos across his upper body, particularly on his back and arms
  -An eye patch, to cover the empty socket of an eye he lost to an accident long ago
  -Peircings. None on his ear, but two on his chest, one on his left eyebrow, and others
  
  Rite of Passage:
  Thrain was beyond excited to begin his rite of passage. His father had been lecturing him for years on how important and difficult such a task would be, and how it might be wiser to wait and train, but nothing Slod said could damper Thrain's restless spirit. Though he wasn't one for books, he spent a good while studying the different dragons until he knew exactly what he wanted to go after. He wanted to tame a monstrous nightmare.
  
  On the day of his fifteenth birthday, he was up bright and early, packed with a sack of sheep meat, since he simply couldn't stand the smell of fish. Monstrous Nightmares steal sheep all the time, so surely one would take the bait. He packed some eels too, just in case he didn't have enough sheep. It was a rather stormy day, so he wore leather gloves to help him grip the slick cliffs.
  
  He climbed for hours, nearly falling to what could have been his death several times. Once he had made it up, we went to work searching for a Monstrous nightmare. It took him many hours before he could even find tracks of one, but he followed those tracks to the dragon itself. It was difficult due to the rain, but there it was, walking through a small grove. He made his way into one of the trees on the path ahead of the beast, hoping to jump down and subdue it.
  
  He managed to stick the landing, but the angered nightmare flew off high above the clouds with Thrain on his back, taking him out to the edge of the sea and dropping him. The boy's whole life flashed before his eyes as he fell, believing he would not make it home. Just as he had surrendered himself to death, his fall was interrupted by a thunderous boom and a thud. He kept his eyes squeezed, shut, nervous of what he would see when he looked. After a moment of hesitance, he felt his hair rise and opened his eyes in surprise.
  
  He had landed on the head of a Skrill, who was knocked unconscious by the impact. They both spiraled down towards the shallow waters of the rocky shore. As they crashed, the skrill took the brunt of the fall, getting severe abrasions along its chest from the jagged stones. He stumbled onto shore, plopping down onto the sand for a moment to collect himself, mostly unhurt besides a sprained ankle and abrasions. Before he had long to settle, he realized that he had to get the dragon out of the water before it drowned. He managed to pull it onto the dry sand, but it was too heavy to pull further onto land. Thrain decided to cut down a few trees and use them as rollers to move the dragon. It was dark by the time he managed to get the skrill into the safety of the woods.
  
  He utilized the time it was asleep to bandage its wounds and set up camp. He was a bit bored for a while, and let his curiosity get the best of him. He slowly inspected the slumbering dragon, tracing over its scales, noticing as it leaned into his touch as he traced it chin. He gave it a good scratch, chuckling as it reacted happily, even in sleep. Satisfied with his inspection, he sat down. All that was left to do now that he was set up, was to wait. He waited and waited, until he fell asleep too.
  
  The next morning, he woke leisurely. He yawned and stretched, smiling as the sun showed down through the trees. His slow morning was interrupted when he realized his pillow was moving! He jumped back and created a bit of distance between him and the skrill, but she didn't seem to mind his presence. She could have hurt him if she wanted, even in her mildly injured state. Recognizing that, Thrain edge closer, fishing out an eel from his sack to offer her. She seemed quite grateful, scarfing down anything he sent her way.
  
  The problem came when he tried to touch her. As he approached to change her bandages, she gave him a good shock. He was persistent though, trying many times to distract her and get to the bandages. An entire day later, he grew angry with her stubbornness and yelled, "I'm just trying to help you, you bloated bag of bile! You'll get an infection!" As if she understood him, she leaned to the side and exposed her wounds, allowing him to finally change the bandages.
  
  She slowly became more comfortable in his presence as she healed, allowing him to rest against her each night. Each day, he talked to her, pet her, and fed her to pass the time. In the last few days of the week she spent healing, she'd even be so comfortable to nudge into him as if asking for affection.
  
  Before long, she was healthy enough to fly, but had gotten somewhat attached to him, likely appreciative of Thrain saving her life and caring for her. She willingly let him mount her, and they flew back to the clan as partners.
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  PERSONALITY

  Myers Briggs: ESTJ-A
  Favorite color: Purple
  Favorite food: Warm sourdough bread with a little butter
  Favorite Hobbies: Dragon racing, baking, writing, story telling, and cooking
  
  Since he was young, his father has always made his expectations exceptionally clear. Thrain has been trained since day one to be strong, feirce, and unmovable, but never enough. He has followed in his father's footsteps, training for battles, though they may never come.
  
  He prides himself on his self-control and dependability. He has taken a lot of time to understand himself in order to manage his own emotions, controlling them before they control him. He has done so for the sole purpose of making himself more reliable for those he loves. He was raised primarily by his mother to follow in the ways of a gentleman, learning manners and virtue before brute force and anger. Even so, just as everyone else, he is prone to moments of weakness. Though it is rare for him to reach his true boiling point, Thrain responds to severe stress with fits of rage, blinded in the moment by his surge of emotions that have been bottle up until that point.
  
  Physically, Thrain is a large and intimidating thing, brooding, cold, not to be trifled with; but more honestly, He's just a boy in a man's body. He silently craves a life free of responsibility and instead filled with cooking, and stories, and dragons, and adventure; anything and everything he ever dreamed. In the life of his dreams, he chooses his responsibilities rather than have them laid out for him. He wants the opportunity to make mistakes, but in this life, in this time, he maintains strict self-discipline.
  
  Sometimes, he lives vicariously through his sister, Gyda, who is much less restricted and less afraid to express herself. He adores her and her energy, always happy to share in her thrilling antics. As the oldest, he makes half the trouble but takes twice the consequences.
  
  There are very few guilty pleasures Thrain will indulge in besides his sister's goof-off gigs, but by far his favorites are dares and wagers. The risk involved is too enticing to resist. While he is usually level-headed, that all goes to the wind when someone says "I dare you." It earned him a number of scars, but he never learned his lesson. Even well into his twenties, he still has a childish inability to resist a dare or bet.
  
  Vices:
  -Temperamental: He's quick to get angry, particularly if he feels that his integrity or ability is being questioned, or if he feels he or someone he loves is threatened.
  -Prideful: He greatly values his reputation, which also makes him very susceptible to peer pressure.
  -Recklessness: He means well, but has a lot less brains than brawn and often goes into situations without any sort of plan.
  
  Virtues:
  -Determined: He is very good at setting goals for himself to gradually accomplish his aspirations over time. No matter how long he must train or how many times he must fail, he will reach his goals.
  -Passionate: Thrain is all or nothing in every aspect of his life. He doesn't often divide his attention and gives everything he does his very best effort.
  -Loyal: Once he has chosen his friends, he sticks by them, regardless of what comes their way.
  
  
  

  BIOGRAPHY

  Mother: Birma Friddottir, Tailor, alive and well
  Father: Slod Garthsson, Warrior, Alive and incapacitated from past injuries
  Sister: Gyda Slodisdottir, younger, tailor/dragon gear crasftwoman/dragon rider, alive and well
  
  Thrain hails from a long line of strong and intelligent individuals, though they dont have much to their name besides reputation. The men in his family are distinguished for being particularly large, hence the nicknames "titan," each weighing in around three hundred pounds and standing at least above 6'4". His grandfather was Garth "The Hammered Titan," earned from his battle hammer and dexterity at the tavern. His father was Slodis "The Treacherous Titan," earned by having never lost a battle... until his last one four years ago... and now, the newest of the line, is Thrain "The Thunderous Titan," earned by taming an elusive skrill and by having a ground trembling battle cry.
  
  His whole life he's felt like he's been living under such large shadows, having no idea how to live up to the contributions of his forefathers. Half of his identity revolves around the fact that his dragon is a skrill, which happened by an extreme coincidence and not of his own strength. He struggles with the thought that he will never achieve something worthwhile like those before him. So, he works hard each and every day, helping however he can with whatever he can.
  
  Many days, though, he is at home helping his mother, who works as a clan tailor. When he was a lad, he loved helping her with her work and has since become quite skilled at fashioning new outfits. He even threw together leather armor to help him resist Cracklejaw's thunder during their flights, though Gyda had to help him perfect it. He learned many things while spending time with his mom. She was always patient with him and taught him to appreciate himself despite any mistakes. His father, however, always talks about how great Thrain will be, only fueling his insecurity regarding his own achievements, and making him feel like he could never do enough.
  
  As an older brother, though, he felt a lot of personal responsibility for his sister. She'd often goof around as a kid, often needing mild rescuing from some mess of her own making. He'd always be there, ready to do damage control for her antics. He teased her relentlessly for all her mishaps, but loved her endlessly. He'd do anything for her, and one day, he even sacrificed his eye for her. She was wandering around the clan, dazing off and forgetting about her surroundings with Thrain just a few steps behind, calling after her. She had no idea how close she had gotten to an archery range, nor did she hear Thrain's yelling as a stray arrow was suddenly sent her way. He managed to push her out of the line of fire, only to take the hit himself. Luckily for him, it was a poorly shot arrow and didn't penetrate into his skull.
  
  He was beyond angry and rightfully so. It took over a month before he was willing to speak to her again, and since then, she's listened a lot better and been much more aware of her surroundings.
  
  

  
  
  "There are some things you can only learn in a storm."
  

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  Dragon Application.
  
  Basics.
  Name: Cracklejaw
  Nicknames: Princess, Dirt-bag-Diva
  Age: 19
  Gender: Female
  Species/Class: Strike Class- Skrill
  Dragon Rider: Thrain
  
  Appearance.
  Description: Cracklejaw stands at about 5'11" on two legs, slightly smaller than the average skrill. What she lacks in height, she makes up for in bulk. She weighs in at 1,963, almost two hundred pounds heavier than average. Her wingspan, stretching 41 feet, carries her body at lightning speeds. lastly she has her length, coming in at about 23 feet.
  
  On the upper part of the right side of her chest, just above her armpit, there is a notable missing patch of scales. This was the damaged patch from Thrain's rite of passage, which never quite healed right, despite her rider's best efforts. Under her wings, she has striped, purple patterns that distinguish her from other skrill. There are a few minor tears at the ends of each wing, but nothing that would inhibit her flying. Her eyes are a foggy white, with no visible pupils, as is standard for skrill. What differentiates her eyes from others are that they have a yellowish tint.
  
  Persona.
  
  Likes:
  -Storms, Pranks, Stories, being brushed or polished
  
  Dislikes:
  -Large bodies of water, Children of any kind, Boats, Dirt
  
  Strengths:
  Speed, Intelligence, and strength
  
  Weaknesses:
  Water, Metal, Poison
  
  Fears:
  -The sea, particularly falling into it- She is unable to channel electricity or breathe fire in water. She finds it frightening to be so vulnerable.
  -Having her wings clipped or bound- She is deathly afraid of losing her flight, which is the very essence of her freedom.
  -Losing Thrain- Like most other dragons, she's mortified at the thought of losing her rider, and even more afraid of it being her own fault.
  
  
  Personality:
  She's very much a diva, spending lots of her free time cleaning her scales and tail. She refuses to let Thrain put any kind of equipment on her if she doesn't find it pretty enough. She's even gone so far as to not allow Thrain to mount her if she doesn't like his outfit. He's spent wayyy too many days in his mother's shop having Gyda make new outfits to accommodate to Cracklejaw preferences.
  
  Just like her rider, its her way or the highway. In circumstances where she doesn't get what she wants, she throws tantrums, letting out annoying whines and rubbing up on whoever it is she wants something from. They usually don't last long, as Thrain either gives in or scolds her.
  
  Despite her Prima Dona antics, her physical appearance is far less important to her than Thrain's safety. She's very intelligent and can understand that there's a time and place to be picky. She is very empathetic and has an easy time reading Thrain's emotions.
  
  When she's not busy being sassy or cleaning herself, she can be quite playful, and sometimes even cuddly. But affection is done very much on her terms. Thrain has learned that she prefers to approach people in her own time rather than be approached.
  
  Relationships:
  Cracklejaw very much prefers her rider to other humans and often gives a light shock to anyone who tries to touch her without her expressed permission. When people ask to pet her, Thrain always says "Ask her, not me." The only true exception to this is Thrain's sister. Since the day he brought Cracklejaw home, she has seemed to prefer Gyda's company to Thrain. Gyda always jokes that "It's a woman thing," which may make sense since Gyda enjoys pampering Crackle, but Thrain refuses to.
  
  Typically Cracklejaw is wary of louder and more energetic people. She hates unpredictability and likes knowing what to expect from the people and dragons around her. She usually has no problem with anyone who respects her boundaries and allows her to socialize in her own time. Once she becomes comfortable with a human, she'll often come up and nudge them, asking for a scratch.
  
  Once she's out of her shell, she can become quite playful. She's figured out simple games like hide and seek and tag, loving to play them with dragons and humans alike. Once she's truly attached to a person or dragon, she will try to groom them, pulling things out of their hair and scales as a gesture of good will.
  
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  Gyda Slodidottir

  The Ardent

  24

  Fem

  Bisexual

  Dragon: Bullgrunt

  Born Nov.25th

  5'7"

  Dark Brown Hair + Eyes

  LIKES & DISLIKES

  Likes:
  -Playing Music, dancing, snacks, campfires, cozy blankets, colors, pampering dragons
  
  Dislikes:
  -Sour foods, staring, cliffs, cooking, passive aggressiveness, cloth gloves
  
  

  MISC

  Includes: Weapons, armor, modifications, and rite of passage
  
  Weapons:
  -A small dagger strapped to her though, a hammer-axe, and a shield with rock like engravings on it
  
  Armor:
  Design by Dragonkingeevee
  
  
  Daily Outfits:
  
  
  Modifications:
  - Six ear piercings on each ear, a white strand of hair that can't seem to go away, a large scratch on her left cheek, and a septum piercing
  
  Rite of Passage:
  Gyda was always far less daring than Thrain, and had less motivation to achieve the sorts of feats he did. As such, the idea of going toe to toe with a dragon was daunting, and she’d rather stick to the eggs.
  
  She wasn’t ready for her rite of passage on her fifteenth birthday, unlike Thrain. She had to be coaxed into it. The fear of failure kept her from attempting at all until she was just past her sixteenth birthday. One day, though, in the cool of spring, after being pestered for months by her family, she gave in and attempted her first rite of passage. As she expected, it didn’t end well. She was chased off before she could ever climb the cliffside. She had stumbled across the nest of an agitated sand wraith who ran her off the beach.
  
  Feeling defeated by her first failure, it took her two years before she was willing to try again. Eventually, she became jealous of her brother’s partnership with hsi dragon and badly wanted to have a partner of her own. A week after her 18th birthday, she packed a few small necessities, her cloak, her lyre and headed out.
  
  After successfully scaling the cliffs, she plopped down on the course rock to catch her breath. There didn’t seem to be many beasts where she had sat, but the distant screech of dragons promised a successful effort elsewhere. She quickly grabbed her bag and started her trek further onto the rocky cliffside. She stuck to the walls, dodging behind rocks and hiding near walls, hoping to be undetected. There were few nests, and none were abandoned, all guarded by keen eyed parents.
  
  One nest caught her eye; that of a deadly nadder. Luckily, it seemed like the eggs were alone. She seized the opportunity to try and snatch an egg. Cautiously, she approached, having no idea she was being watched by two angry eyes. Just as sh got close enough to reach for an egg, the nadder arrived, come to protect her eggs. Gyda scrambled back, using her bag as a shield as the nadder flung it’s spikes towards her.
  
  She did her best to flee, dodging over and under rocks, weaving her way across the cliffs, doing what she could to get away. She found a rock to dive behind and realised that it had gotten awfully quiet and that the weight of her bag was missing from her shoulders. The nadder had been scared off, but by what, she had no idea.
  
  She peeked out from around the rock, but couldn’t spot her bag anywhere, or more importantly, her lyre. Before she could even start to look, there was a strum sound behind her. A large set of eyes were focused downward on the little lyre, claws poking at it.
  
  “Stop!” Gyda shouted, quickly snatching the instrument. The Goregutter’s head cocked back in surprise, seemingly taken off guard by Gyda’s command. She was frozen solid, realising how big the dragon was she had just yelled at and how close it had gotten. They were both still, staring at each other in curiosity and awe.
  
  The dragon was the first to move, poking towards her lyre, but was halted by something. It seemed uncomfortable and stopped somehow from coming closer. Upon further inspection, she found that a large portion of its tail had been trapped in the aftermath of a landslide of some sort.
  
  There was a small tunnel that appeared to lead to where his tail may be caught, and Gyda decided to see if she could help. It was a lot of work to squeeze into the hole, but she managed to fit, finding the squished tail at the end of the tunnel. She took out the hammer from her tool belt and began to smash away the rocks that trapped the Dragon. Before long, he was free, and quickly pulled his tail out of the crevice.
  
  Gyda climbed out, expecting the dragon to have run off now that it’s no longer tethered by the large rocks. Much to her surprise, he was laying down at the entrance of the tunnel to greet her upon her return. He grunted as if to say “hello,” nudging his face gently towards her. She couldn’t help but smile, knowing she just met her partner.
  
  After a short while and loads of fish, Bullgrunt allowed Gyda to ride him. She returned home soaking wet, thanks to bullgrunt getting hungry mid-flight and taking a quick dive for a scaled snack, but she didn't mind a bit.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  PERSONALITY

  Myers Briggs Type: ENFP-T
  Favorite Color: Blue
  Favorite Food: Strawberries
  Favorite Hobbies: Music, Dancing, Dragon Riding, leather crafting, inventing/improving gear and armor
  
  Growing up she had the biggest imagination, always roping other kids into her crazy games, whisking them away into whatever world of madness she had thought up this time. As she got older, she channelled that creativity into hobbies such as composing, playing the lyre, crafting dragon gear, and so much more. There was never a shortage of inspiration for Gyda, though many of her songs detail her brother’s stories. He may be a big burly brute looking man, but he has just as many crazy ideas as she does.
  
  She loves her big brother dearly, and often drags him off to any social gathering she pleases as her personal guard dog, not that Bullgrunt the 18k pound dragon isn't a sufficient protector. Gyda is often the first to hear about social events, usually because she helps put them together. She absolutely loves basking in the presence of people, experiencing so many different backgrounds and opinions all at once. There’s nothing more refreshing for Gyda than a lively gathering.
  
  But even the most social people need their time alone… or time mostly alone. She is most afraid of being abandoned, and as such, usually keeps herself in the company of others, especially Bullgrunt and Thrain.
  
  She is a very expressive person and often loves to show her appreciation and affection through small gifts and favours. Perhaps your saddle needed to be repaired or your satchel wasn't big enough. Whatever it is, Gyda is always happy to help and works hard to make herself useful, living by the phrase “If we don't feel wanted, we make ourselves needed.”
  
  Vices:
  -Emotionally led: Though her emotions in and of themselves are not vices, she allows them to have much more control over her than is safe. She can easily be blinded by her feelings and not see the bigger picture or greater good.
  -Focus and priorities: she often jumps from task to task, doing whatever suits her fancy rather than seeing one project all the way through. She's terrible with deadlines and struggles with procrastination. Her motivation is more like bursts of energy rather than any consistent progress.
  -Mindset: she struggles to maintain motivation to complete any given task after a few failures. Even one failure has the capacity to make her question her self-worth, and so she constantly reminds herself of her motto, "When we dont feel wanted, we make ourselves needed."
  
  Virtues:
  -Humble: She adapts well to others and has an easy time going with the flow. She is willing to put her personal preferences aside for the betterment of the group. She would give up an opportunity of she felt someone else wants or needs it more.
  -Inventive: She's very talented at creating alternative solutions and tricks to achieve her goal. She enjoys problem solving.
  -Kind: She is patient and sweet to any she meets, willing to make friends with just about anyone.
  
  

  BIOGRAPHY

  Mother: Birma Friddottir, Tailor, alive and well
  Father: Slodis Garthsson, Warrior/dragon rider, Alive and incapacitated from past injuries
  Brother: Thrain Slodisson, Warrior/dragon rider, Alive and well
  
  As the youngest daughter of her family, Gyda has had the privilege of an older brother to lead the way. Thrain was like her guide in life for the longest time. He helped her navigate life in the clan, work in the tailor shop, and the many demands of their father. Since most of Slodis’ aspirations for his successor were fulfilled by Thrain, Gyda had a lot more freedom to express herself as she saw fit.
  
  Much of her time as a child was spent exploring and playing, experiencing her creativity at it’s fullest potential, uninhibited by the demands of her father. She was pretty clumsy, earning minor scars throughout her childish endeavours, but nothing as substantial as her brother’s lost eye. He was always there to protect her from those sorts of things, always taking the fall, both literally and figuratively.
  
  In her teen years, she discovered a love for music and craftsmanship. She spent endless hours learning skills from her mother, then taking those skills and interpreting them into new techniques. She became a skilled dragon gear maker, designing countless saddles and satchels to suit the ever growing variety of dragons in the clan. Her designs range widely in size, capability, and purpose.
  
  In her free time, she’s developed a skill for performance, learning many instruments such as drums, tambourines, and her most treasured lyre, gifted to her by her brother for her seventeenth birthday.
  
  She loves it like it was made of diamonds, as it is a reminder of her bond with her brother and her never ending creativity.
  
  

  
  
  "When we don't feel wanted, we make ourselves needed."
  

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  Dragon Application.
  
  Basics.
  Name: Bullgrunt
  Nicknames: Sugar and Bull-bug
  Age: 24
  Gender: Male
  Species/Class: Boulder Class- Crimson Goregutter
  Dragon Rider: Gyda
  
  Appearance.
  Description: Bullgrunt, being one of the larger species of dragons, weighs in at around 18,000 lbs. His wings span out to 25 feet wide on each wing, and he's 30 feet long. He stands at a staggering 16 feet on four legs.
  
  Jagged stone-like scales decorate his spine and wings, though they are few and far between. His rough skin is a mix of grey, blue, purple, and of course crimson all splotched along his sides to form a unique pattern. His large moose antlers are big enough to be a bed for most vikings.
  
  Persona.
  Likes:
  Food, socializing, children, bathes, and bread (though it makes him gassy)
  
  Dislikes:
  Vegitables, soap in his eye, bows, being poked, and getting his teeth brushed
  
  Strengths: Physical strength thanks to his size, intelligence, and Defense
  
  Weaknesses: Speed, Poison, lightning
  
  Fears: Hurting people, Bugs, corn, thorns
  
  Personality:
  Despite his intimidating size, Bullgrunt is a massive sweetheart. He enjoys company and cuddles a lot more than competitions or combat. He’s not much of a thrill seeker and prefers relaxing to any of Gyda’s adventures. That being said, he’d follow her everywhere, even if it makes him mildly uncomfortable and inconvenienced. He doesn't mind at all basking in his rider’s company, though he finds his own ways to tease her about her excitable nature and forgetfulness. He can be a bit sassy from time to time, if only to pick on Gyda. He loves her dearly, but sometimes he feels like he’s her trainer rather than the other way around.
  
  He’s a very patient beast and is willing to tolerate just about anybody so long as they have no ill intent. He doesn’t mind socialising, but tends to keep to himself and allows others to do the approaching. Less work for him, after all.
  
  Relationships:
  He is anything but hostile, gladly tolerating riders, especially if they come bearing gifts of chin scratches and food. Similarly, he doesn’t mind dragons, though he is wary of cocky adults, dragon and human alike.
  
  Assuming those around him are no obvious threat to his rider, he can be quite playful, attempting to prance around with other social dragons, though he knows he must be careful due to his size. He enjoys playing fetch, hide and seek (though he usually is the hiding place), and tag (even knowing he has to be base most of the time)
  
  It’s fairly easy to earn Bullgrunt’s trust, and doing so is rewarding. He is a very protective individual, and not just towards his own rider, but towards all riders. He enjoys watching over those in his company and often offers his horns as a sturdy hammock. He adores cuddle time with people and dragons, and isn’t too picky about who keeps him company, though he favours quieter individuals who won’t accidentally disturb his piece.
  

 

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Eir

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• About Me:
  
  
  Full Name : Eir
  
  Nickname : Eir the Unknown
  
  Age : 25
  
  Sexuality/Gendery : Bicurious/Female.
  
  Dragon : Scuttleclaw
  
  
• Personality:
  
  
  
  Height: 5'8
  Hair: Long, black, and curly.
  Eyes: Light brown, half of her right eye is golden.
  Scars: One over her right eye, and a few thin long ones along both arms.
  Modifications: Ear piercings, eyebrow piercings, a tattoo across her side.
  Distinguishing Features: Beauty mark under her left eye, curly black hair, and sectoral heterochromia.
  Style: Eir wears a medium length turtleneck black dress with a fur wrapped around her shoulders, light grey cotton pants, a pair of fingerless gloves, and leather boots.
  
  Eir's weapon of choice is a simple set of steel daggers and a set of throwing daggers, and a bow and arrow for secondary.
  
  Dragon rider Armor: Eir's armor is made of light colored scales she bought off of other riders in town. It's quite a wild combination of scales, and it may look a little funky but due to her and her dragon usually being in the shadows, she wanted something light colored and easy to move in, but also strong enough to withstand flames and any blows coming her way.
  
  
  Likes: gardening, rainy days, animals, fruits, staying home, and music.
  
  Dislikes: drinking, the sea, aggressive behaviors, violence, and bugs.
  
  Fears:the ocean, snakes, and the dark.
  
  Vices : uncommunicative: Eir has a very hard time expressing feelings, and never knows what to say, so she just doesn't say a thing. Blunt: Eir will give you the truth and only the truth, refusing to beat around the bush even if it's harsh. Stubborn: Often described as an unmoving boulder for this reason, she won't do anything she doesn't want too. Short Tempered: Eir has a quick fuse, and is very easily angered.
  
  Virtues : Gentle: Eir does not like hurting anyone despite the rumors around town of her starting fights, and tends to be very gentle with every animal and dragon she comes into contact with. Caring: Eir does everything in her power to help anyone she can, going out of her way to care for her patients. Empathetic: Eir has a strong sense of empathy, and even though she can't express her emotions in a proper manner, or really at all, she's good at reading them, though her empathy tends to be more towards dragons and animals. High Confidence: Eir has always been confident in herself. She knows what she can and can't do, and never worries about what anyone says or thinks about her.
  
  
  Eir has never been one to enjoy the center of attention, hiding in the back of every social gathering or just flat out not attending due to her lack of social skill. She was never one to flatter others, and instead would face them with the cold hard truth, rather if they wanted it or not, which of course cause many issues for her growing up. She was outcasted, and spent her days tending to the medicinal herbs, and crops. Eir never really cared though. Why should she pretend to be someone she isn't? She wasn't going to entertain anyone. Her short-temper didn't help either, but she was pretty popular with the young women in town who didn't want suitors as she'd easily shut the person down for them (even if that ended in a brawl). She doesn't care much about what others think of her, and really just lives in her own world with no patience for others.
  
  Those who know her though, know how gentle and empathetic she truly is. She barely even can draw a bow against an animal, being too soft hearted to hurt innocent creatures. She just has little patience for other humans. She often makes small donations towards the poorer families, and does manual labor for the elderly without a complaint, and it's something she really enjoys doing. She loves doing selfless acts and expects absolutely nothing in return, and refuses anything they try to give her. She has a natural ability with medicine, and treats wounds of animals, humans, and even dragons, making her home always busy.
  
  Family: Erryn: Adoptive Mother.
  
  
  History.
  
  Eir didn't have a happy start. She was found by a young woman in the clan named Erryn on the isle at 4 years old, raggedy, hungry, and having no clue where she was or who she even was. Erryn rushed the young child to the clan, and spent weeks nursing her back to health. Erryn was a local doctor, and Eir found her comfort in helping others through her, earning her, her name. Naming her after the goddess of medicine, Eir spent all of her time assisting Erryn in the clinic, even learning basic medicine to assist dragons and other wildlife.
  
  Eir never took a last name to Erryn's dismay, finding it unfitting for her to take on a name when she was an outcast, and not born to the clan. Growing up was hard, the children picked on her for not being born within the clan, and she was often outcasted, causing her to grow up a complete lone wolf. Despite all of that, Erryn did all she could to make sure Eir had a happy upbringing and Eir appreciated her more then anything, and truly looks to her as a mother.
  
  At the age of 15, Erryn pushed her to try the rite of passage, she knew of Eir's passion and love for dragons, and she also believed in her capability to go through it unharmed. Eir, while hesitant, agreed and off she went to complete her official rite of passage. Her first was a fail immediately, as soon as she had climbed the top she had been immediately been returned to the bottom by a very annoyed Mudraker who did not enjoy that she had stepped on him. Her second try though, was her success. The cliffside was barren and cold, the pungent smell of fish filled the air to a nauseating amount, the young girl nearly hurling several times during her climb. Having done lots of physical activity and training for her rite of passage, the climb wasn't the hard part for her. She pulled herself over the cliff edge with a small huff and after a moment of catching her breath, stood up straight and surveyed the area. There was nothing in site, and it confused the girl, as many stories she heard were about people coming face to face with dragons as soon as they climbed the cliff. She hoisted the bag of fish over her shoulder again and started her walk into the dense forest in front of her. It didn't take long before she could just feel something, she could never describe the feeling she felt that day. It felt like hundreds of eyes were on her, watching her every move. Eir froze, hand moving over the bag on her back just in case something dashed for her. She heard a small rustle behind her and spun around, coming face to face with a grown Scuttleclaw. The Scuttleclaw stared her down, cat-like eyes staring into her own. Eir refused to back down despite her racing heart.
  
  "I am of no harm." She whispered softly. The Scuttleclaw just made a noise akin to a huff, before tilting her head back and letting out a screech. Before Eir could react 5 Scuttleclaw babies flew out of the bushes, pulling and tearing at the bag of fish on her back. Eir took a claw to the face in the chaos, thankfully missing her eye but cutting across the skin. Eir hissed in pain and let go of the bag, and the babies all flew off with their new catch. The grown Scuttleclaw grabbed the bag in her teeth and followed after her children, leaving Eir in agony on the ground of the forest. Eir laid there for what felt like hours, too much in shock to move, the pain not even fully settling in yet until she felt the blood run down her face. Eir crawled her way out of the forest, her legs feeling too much like jelly for her to be able to stand up properly. As she crawled she could feel the same unsettling feeling of eyes on her, and all she could do was pray none of them decided to follow her. As she made it to the edge of the cliff, she fell back and laid there, staring up the sky. She ripped off a piece of her dress, fastening it in the form of an eyepatch around her eye, stopping the bleeding until she could get home. The exhaustion hit her hard after, and she couldn't stop herself from slowly drifting off. Not the smartest idea, but all of her adrenaline was gone and she knew she could never make it down that mountain if she didn't.
  
  What was that? She felt something cold and wet on her cheek, and something, scaly? Nudging her cheek. Eir sat up immediately, letting out a small shriek, her eyes quickly landing on a small purple and blue Scuttleclaw sitting beside her. It looked exactly like one of the babies that had ambushed her earlier. The scuttlepaw leaped up at her shriek, quickly running off into the bushes. Though, she saw it's two big yellow eyes peering out at her curiously. She slowly stood up, hand moving to cover her injury. The thing hadn't tried to hurt her while she was unconscious, and by the way the bush was shaking, it seemed just as scared of her as she was as it. A half-eaten fish came flying from the bush soon after, landing at her feet. The scuttlepaw slowly crawled out of the bush, beckoning towards the fish. It hit Eir then, the dragon was apologizing. Eir hesitantly picked up the fish and pulled it up towards her mouth. The Scuttlepaw danced gleefully at this, tripping on its own legs and falling on its face in front of her. Eir tried to hide her disgust as she took the tiniest bite of the fish. Hiding back the bile rising in her throat, she offered the rest to the Scuttlepaw, who ate it quickly in one gulp. It was then Eir decided she had found her dragon. Except well, it chose her. The Scuttlepaw flew up suddenly, using its wing and shoving her onto it's back. Eir shrieked as the Scuttlepaw zipped through the sky, and she gripped it's neck, hiding her face in it's scales. She didn't know how such a small dragon could even carry her, but it didn't even break a sweat. Once the Scuttlepaw returned to the ground and calmed own it's excitement, Eir was able to officially take it down the mountain, completing her rite of passage.
  
  It was probably one of the more ridiculous rite of passage stories to be told in the clan.
  
  
  
  
  
• Background:
  
  
  Dragon Application.
  
  Name: Vyne
  Age: 11
  Gender: Male
  Species/Class: Scuttleclaw
  Dragon Rider: Eir
  
  Appearance.
  Description: Scuttlepaw is a normal standard coloring for a Scuttleclaw, light purple head and edge of his back, fading into a light blue on the rest of his body. His wings outlined purple, with blue swirl markings decorating the span. He stands about 20 feet, and his wingspan is 19 feet. His eyes are golden, and the pupils looking like that of a cat hunting it's prey.
  Gear: Vyne wears a bridle due to his mischievous nature, making it easier for him to be controlled, along with a leather riding saddle and bag hanging off of his side for her medicines.
  
  Persona.
  Likes: Fish, Pranks, Baby Dragons, Mud Baths, Diving.
  Dislikes: Loud Noises, Hot Weather, Fruits, Violence, Large Dragons.
  
  Strengths: Stealth. Scuttlepaw's are known to be stealthy, and often sneak up on their prey and then shriek to let others know of their prey, and Vyne is no exception. Vyne loves sneaking up on random villagers and other dragons, and tends to be very good at it. Speed. Vyne is very fast and very agile, and often leaves no time for people to react, and has a good reaction speed, maneuvering faster then Eir can even try and call out.
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  Mischeviousness: He tends to go overboard with his pranks sometimes, and tends to be way too playful for his own good, often getting him in trouble.
  Control of his abilities: Scuttlepaws due have the ability to shoot out their own fire, but Vyne has no sense of control over it despite all of his training, and can barely muster up any of the fire he needs to be able to use it.
  
  Fears:
  Not being able to save Eir. Being alone. Being cast away.
  
  
  Personality:
  Vyne is a puppy in a big dragon's body. He's very playful and loves playing games with the local children and dragon babies, and is often called a "therapy dragon" by Eir. He's compassionate and greets everyone with a sense of empathy not usually seen by a dragon of his type. Despite this though, Vyne is also a big prankster and a master of mischief. If your food goes missing from your dinner table, or your lawn ornament goes missing, he was mostly likely involved. He has a strong love for his rider, and is fiercely loyal. An enemy of hers is an enemy of his no matter what.
  
  Relationships: Vyne gets along with most everyone and every dragon, as long as they're on good standing with Eir.
  
  
  
  

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• Tide Glider Rider
• Rumblehorn Rider

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    • The Basics
    • The Physique
    • The History

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      Full Name: Trygve Alsyre
      Nickname: Tyr the Mad, Tyr
      Age: 25
      Birthday: April 1st
      Pronouns: He/They
      Gender: Non-Binary
      Sexuality: Pansexual
      Dragon: Naevryt the Tide Glider
      
      Likes: Tidal dragons, conversations about "impossible" scenarios and theories, dragon racing, herbalism, chemistry, brewing, dragon biology, finding the most unconventional ways to heal injuries, sparing, plummeting to his near death
      Dislikes: Being restrained or stuck in one place for too long, being ignored, being too warm, wearing heavy armor or too much clothing, loosing a competition, silence
      Fears: Being backed into a corner with no way out, becoming invisible, being taken for granted
      Hobbies: Cliff diving, deep diving or just diving into dangerous depths in general, "forbidden" medicine brewing, hyping people into doing the most idiotic shit.
      
      
      Personality:
      Tyr is a ball of fiery energy ready to implode at any moment if they as so much as stand still for a little too long. Their joy can be infectious during social gatherings, often finding one way or another to worm their way into the hard shells and hearts of the Eyrr inhabitants. For a lot of them it's pretty simple: a good spare or race will get a Viking to open up. Otherwise they tend to mirror however they are treated back towards the person they are interacting with; Be mean to them they'll be mean right back at you, be kind and they will try to return your kindness in the same, possibly clumsier way. However they've mellowed out a bit thanks to their dragon: they speak at a quieter volume now.
      
      With the way they act and talk, one wouldn't immediatelty guess that the lad is aiming to becoming a healer of all things. Even seems like the type to bully anyone that so much as glances at a book. But you'd be wrong, for you will often find Tyr talking someone's ear off about this or that new discovery they've made on the benefits of Tide Glider saliva. And if you talk about anything related to his current interests, they will listen and hang on to every word you say like you were Thor himself delivering them.
      
      He does not like when things don't go his way and becomes quite difficult to reason with during changes in plan. Their enthusiams for everything they do makes them likely to get swept up by their intense emotions and quick to burn into a fiery rage when faced with perceived unfairness. Some theorise it's why they always seek the ocean: it is the only thing that can extinguish his bright flames. The stark contrast in both appearance and personality between him and his dragon is almost comical.
      
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      Height: 5"4
      Hair: Inky black, there's a blue shine to it in the sun due to one of their experiments going awry and blowing up on them.
      Eyes: A warm brown
      Scars: Old piercing scars on both face and ears, body littered with them due to reckless childhood, most notable one is the burn mark taking up half of their back
      Modifications: They have tried for years to keep piercings, but their constant fidgeting and impulsive dips into ocean water made it so that he was incapable of possessing a single healed bit of metal on him without it getting infected. They've also attempted getting tattoos, but they usually end up as indecipherable blotches from all the sun exposure and scarring atop them. They dream of more body modifications, but they've learned that these things are just not for them.
      Distinguishing Features: His shit eating grin and the lack of clothes on them during the -rare- warmer seasons.
      Style: {Armor}-{Indoors/Warm}-{Outdoors/Cold}
      
      Possessions.
      Weapons: Tyr is an offensive fighter that is most proficient in bodies of water. Lightweight weapons like harpoons and daggers are his go to's. In their words "shields are for the weak" -many fights have ensued following that statement-
      
      Rider suit: Extremely lightweight. It is entirely of leather and various tidal dragon scales to allow them swift movements while riding his dragon's back underwater while alsoo offering a bit more protection. The lightness of the scale armor makes it easily removable in case of emergencies.
      
      
      
      Strengths:
      
      • Their stubborness, once they've got their mind set on an objective they will do their very best to complete it no matter the cost
      • Being an absolute disctraction to his oppponents
      • Master at dodging hits
      • Water based combat and exploration
      • They are starting to grow a small immunity to certain venoms from the years of directly testing everything on themself for the sake of finding cures
      Weaknesses:
      
      • Their stubborness, it's surprising that it hasn't lead them to their death yet. Because that very trait has taken him in unecessarily dangerous and overly complicated situations that could have cost him and those around them their lives.
      • They are loud and can't be still for long, so not someone you'd like to tag along in stealth missions
      • If they don't completely agree with the plan, they are likely to not listen very well to orders
      • You'd think the unnecessary beatings he's taken over the years has strenghened their body. But it is quite the opposite, they are fast and aggressive which makes it hard to actaully land a hit on them, but if you do. Hits are two times more effective on him than most vikings. Especially if his dragon isn't there to quickly heal them.
      • They bear their emotions very clearly and openly on their face, making him a very, very bad liar and very predictable.
      
      
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      Background.
      Family:
      Herka Alsyre // Mother // Blacksmith // Alive
      Ufi Alsyre // Father // Farmer & Gatherer // Alive
      Drifa Alsyre // Older sister // Deceased
      
      History.
      Their parents expected a quiet family, full of peace, or at least as peaceful as a Viking family on Eyrr could be. That dream was very soon forgotten after Trygve was born. When he was old enough to run it took the village to keep an eye on the absolute menace. It soon became one of Eyrr's daily chores to assign someone at random to help keep watch on the speedy child. To everyone but Tyr's dismay, it is a day the adults dreaded.
      
      Being constantly accompanied everywhere turned out to be not so fun for the young Tyr, but it was also easier for others of their age wanting to sneak out with less chances of getting caught. With that came an understanding between Tyr and a few other children around their age: he could be a disctraction to the adults while the other children attempted to do what they wanted. That strategy later became Tyr's strategic role in a fight, if one needed bait or someone to successfully divert an opponent away or towards a specific location: Tyr's your guy.
      
      Mastering the art of disctraction made Tyr into quite the proficient liar, but as soon as people caught on that most of his outlandish speaches were rooted in lies. Less and less people took them seriously. A fair decision on their part after all of the trouble Tyr had caused them and their own children...until came the day that young 10 years old Tyr ran back to the village hysterically calling for help because their sister had fallen off a cliff and no one believed him, leading to the very sad death of his youngest and only sibling. He swore to never lie again after that.
      
      Rite of Passage:
      Tyr has barely scraped by both rites of passage, nearly dying a couple times during his multiple attempts at the second rite.
      
      The first Rite of Passage
      Tyr was incredibly impatient to partake in the rite. But at his young age was too antsy to take the time and study up on how to properly prepare for such a dangerous feat. It took them 3 tries to accomplish due to the simple fact that they had refused to take the easy road in stealing a dragon egg. Since they were a wee babe Tyr felt a strong pull to the sea. Their stubborness made them aim for a tidal dragon egg and nothing else. The first attempt ended in embarrassing failure: tried to steal a Seachocker egg thinking the parent dragon was farther away and slower than the ignorant 15 year old expected. Electrifying failure.
      
      The second attempt happened mere days after the first. And a foolishely spectacular attempt it was, Tyr dived straight off a nearby cliff and into the unforgiving waves. They did not even get close to a dragon egg before they were swept by the waves and knocked clean out by the cliffside rocks. It was after this second attempt that Tyr was now known forever more as "Tyr the Mad".
      
      But Tyr was nothing but incredibly stubborn. They had barely healed before he holed themself up in the Eyrr library, practically going missing for days on end as they binged every book their hands could get a hold of about tidal dragons. Only emerging to pester anyone and everyone that had any info on the elusive creatures. Scars barely healed, Tyr attempted their third attempt and finally managed to grab a Scauldron egg from under the Parent Dragon's nose and made it back with the skin of their back almost melting off from contact with ejected Scauldron water. A burning success if you asked Tyr, who passed out with a proud, shit eating grin as soon as it was announced that he had successfully passed.
      
      It is thanks to raising that very baby Scauldron that Tyr discovered their passion for Dragon substances and how they could potentially benefit in healing both Draconic and Human ailments. Soon after starting an apprenticeship under the stern eye of the village Healer.
      
      The Second Rite of Passage
      This one Tyr had finally managed to pass at the age of 20, it took them 5 years to tame and befriend their now best friend and loyal companion Naedryt, an especially skittish but fast Tide Glider. Surprisingly, it was not strenght or intimidation that bonded the two souls together; it was patience and kindness. The first 3 years had been spent by Tyr desperately trying to catch up to the Dragon via running along the shore or pathetically swimming after the much faster creature. When that didn't prove fruitful Tyr tried to catch Naedryt by surprise by jumping onto her abck from a higher, more discreet place. Between Tyr trying to wrestle the Dragon into submission and Naedryt trying to drown the pesky human and almost being successful at it if it weren't for Tyr almost stupidly powerful force of will. The following year was spent trying to tame any other dragon, but failing miserably while the elusive Tide Glider observed him from afar with a mocking cackle.
      
      Until one day, during a walk along the shore in an attempt to cool down from an argument they had had with their mentor about wanting to try yet again the Dragon Rider's Rite of Passage. Tyr found a beached and dehydrated Tide Glider that had ingested blue oleander. The very same one that had tormented every single one of his attempts at becoming a dragon Rider. They helped the dragon back into sea with the help of the Scauldron they had raised and administered it an antidote made of his friend's very venom. Only for the dragon to flee as soon as it was cured.
      
      On the very last attempt, after Tyr had spent its entire waiting period trying to convince everyone that he was truly capable of becoming a dragon rider. They went against everyone's wishes and advice and seeked to tame a Shellfire. It went as poorly as everyone expected it to go, like always...as expected... But on the fourth and final try, when even himself was convinced becoming a Dragon Rider was perhaps not for him as they were flung into a sea cave with the angry dragon just about to crush him into non existence. Naedryt appeared almost out of seemingly nowhere and rescued the exhausted Tyr to safety and dragged the drowing human into the fog where no other Dragon or Human could find them.
      
      Within the fog, Tyr finally breached the surface as they sputtered and desperately gasped for air, flailing about completely panicked and confused as to what had just happened. The humans wild movements irked the Tided Glider in front of them. It was starting to move away and disapear into the fog but Tyr managed to calm themself just in time and yelled out at the creature to wait. As the two beings stared at eachother, both their heads barely out of water. For the first time in their life, Tyr willingly stayed still. Instead of braenly approaching the Dragon, they waited for the other to come to them. They closed their eyes and as gently as they could, reach out their hand in a sign of peace. Moments later, a scaly muzzzle could be felt brushing along his fingers.
      
      It was when Tyr's mother was weeping hysterically on shore, when the last remaining witnesses to Tyr's trial had all been convinced that the child had died when they heard a roar within the fog. When they all bowed their head in grief and silence settled over the beach like a veil did Naetryl, the Tide Glider and her new Dragon Rider came out of the fog.
      He had done it, that crazy, stupid, stubborn bastard had finally did it.
      
      
      
    
    
    
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    Basics.
    Name: Naetryl
    Age: 35
    Gender: Female
    Species/Class: Tide Glider, Tidal Class
    Dragon Rider: Tyr
    
    Appearance.
    Description: She is a tad bigger than your average Tide Glider, her color close to the one of the sea within the fog. Which is uncommon for these Drgaons that usually prefer more shallow waters. From afar, as she dances along the waves her deep blue color allows her to seem like just an abnormally large wave with her rider magically gliding across the water. She's missing a chunk on her headfins but that doesn't stop her from being the elegant beast she is. Apart from a small missing bit she remains unscarred, her deep blue scales have an iridescent shine to them under the right light, it is quite the privilege to get to see them upclose.
    
    Gear: She has a light saddle wrapped around her middle with added protection around the base of her wings and middle fins.
    
    

    
    
    
    Persona.
    Likes:
    

    • Fresh and cooked fish, but only if it is cooked by the most talented, she can always tell.
    • Randomly staring into people's soul. And people watching.
    • Being talked at, but not too loud otherwise she flees
    • Getting her teeth brushed
    • Floating along the waves on her back while Tyr polishes her claws.
    • Sunbathing

    Dislikes:
    

    • Loud, crouded places
    • Strangers
    • Flowers, tried to eat one once and almost died. Never again
    • Eels
    • Anything or anyone faster than her
    • Death, Funerals, Grief

    Strengths: She is an incredibly fast swimmer, her color allows her to blend into the sea passing through almost unnoticed to the human eye until she wants you to know she is there. Her miraculous saliva is also a godsend for healing wounds and acid blasts.
    
    Weaknesses: She is unfortunately not a very good fighter, only recently wiling to enter combat because her rider does all of the hitting for her while she zips about the water avoiding getting hit. She is not very good at acid blasts, some of her kind are able to shoot multiple blasts in one go but she isn't one of those lucky few. It gives her great trouble producing acid for she is unable to both focus on where she is going and also producing the skin melting liquid. Like her rider, she is not very tough and if she takes a blow she needs to immediately leave the fight to heal herself otherwise it can get awry for her very fast.
    
    Fears: Thunderstorms, having Tyr out of her sight for long periods of time, unpredictability, the death of Tyr
    
    

    
    
    
    Personality:
    It takes a long while for Naetryl to warm up to another being, and if you have the patience to attempt such a feat you need to have her watch you until she learns your every pattern, habit and sleep cycle. If you are erratic, loud or visibly bloodthristy she may never even deem you safe enough to breath within your sight. A mystery as to how Tyr managed to befriend AND tame her. She is selective and meticulous in everything she does, it sometimes seems like she understands every word you say to her. It can be both creepy and heartwarming. She seems to have a complicated relationship with death and grief, perhaps the reason as to why she is so selective in who she accepts into her life?
    
    Relationships:
    She loves baby dragons, often fishing the ones who aren't very good at flying yet out of the sea. Adult dragons are another issue entirely. Only the calmest dragons and humans have a chance to approach her. Befriending her comes in three steps: Get approved by Tyr (easy since he likes everyone), staring contest (can possibly last hours), let her study your every move and routine. After that you maybe have a chance to get closer to her.
    
    
    
  
  
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  • Dragon

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    • The Physique
    • The History

    • 
      Full Name: Kirlia Foddur
      Nickname: Healer
      Age: 35
      Birthday: March 29th
      Pronouns: She/Her
      Gender: Cis.Woman
      Sexuality: Unsure
      Dragon: Hallgrim the Rumblehorn
      
      Likes: Hallgrim, Plants, biology, kids, people and dragon watching, tea, work
      Dislikes: Unecessary fighting, long and drawn out conversations, bootlicking, trying new things, the cliffside, beaches, free time alone with her thoughts, endings in stories
      Fears: Death, loosing control, failure, having to amputate patients, leaving Eyrr
      Hobbies: Herbalism, igniting interests in the sciences within others, research, foraging, cooking
      
      Personality:
      Kirlia isn't one for pleasantries and small talk. She likes for things to be to the point and as swift and efficient as they can be. She's a no nonsense kind of gal with walls upon walls guarding the inner machinations of her brilliant mind. To others she is stern but gentle, with not much variations in her tone or expressions which can be confusing, even intimidating to some. Few are the ones that have seen or remember the last time she has smiled, but it does not make her any less reliable or trustworthy. Though she is very cold in the face of anyone showing her even the most basic of kindness, making her unaproachable in anything else but when you need her medical skills.
      
      Being Head Healer quickly teaches you to keep your composure in front of atrocious situations.
      It also teaches you to be the voice of reason when everyone -including yourelf- lacks it.
      
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      Appearance.
      
      Height: 5'9
      
      Hair: Wild curly black locks that pool down to her waist. She used to wear very neat, intricate braides but has suddenly stopped doing so a couple years back
      
      Eyes: A deep ocean blue
      
      Scars: The common Viking of Eyrr amount, especially around her hands and forearms
      
      Modifications: Heavily pierced ears, there's almost more metal visible than actual flesh at this point. Her back is covered in a largely intricate tattoo.
      
      Distinguishing Features: Her hands seem to be constantly stained various colors due to mixing and crushing medicinal ingredients all the time
      
      Style: {Armor}-{Everyday}-{Everyday2}
      
      
      Possessions.
      Weapons: She carries her jingling wooden staff everywhere she goes, at the tip of it pungent flowers and materials are attached to enable any dragon within the village to locate her in case of a medical emergency. It is mostly used to to hit her fellow villagers whenever they do something foolish and not for actual combat. If she HAS to be on the front lines she replaces that staff with a single large shield to fight and bash her opponents out of the way.
      
      Rider suit: Her armor is made entirely out of her dragon's shed scales. It is very colorful which makes her easy to spot and go to in case you are in need of her help.
      
      Strengths:
      
      • Shield Bashing / Defensive fighting style
      • Highly knowledgable in healing and medicine
      • Composure and quick thinking in the face of high stress situations
      • Team player
      • Hard worker
      Weaknesses:
      
      • Not a good solo/offensive fighter
      • She is not very good at using weapons to hit others. Only thing she is able to use is an unacompanied shield.
      • Without Hallgrim she basically is useless for offensive maneuvers
      • Her colorful armor makes her easily noticeable by both ally and foe
      • She is the most knowlegable person she knows when it comes to diagnosing and healing a patient, but she is the youngest a head healer has ever been and her training was never complete before she had to be elevated to that status. This could lead to some fatal misteps on her part with no one else with more experience to guide her.
      • Overworks herself
      • When fear or intense emotion manages to get to her, she freezes
      
      
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      Background.
      Family:
      Hoarse Foddur // Father // Head Healer // Deceased
      Bavyn Foddur // Mother // Healer // Deceased
      Poarkl Foddur // Twin Brother // Apprentice Healer // Deceased
      Throst Fordson // Fiance // Dragon Rider // Deceased
      
      History.
      Kirlia had chosen to take the path of becoming a healer very early on in life. She admired her parents, both proficient healers on Eyrr and respected by all for the lives they had saved. While most children weren't very interested in being stuck to a chair while their parents talk to you about complicated and boring things for hours on end, Kirlia loved it, and it let her skip the one thing she despised: fighting lessons and socializing with kids her age. As she grew older her parents allowed her and her twin to accompany them during their herb gatherings and even let them brew certain medicines used for common sicknesses. Kirlia loved to stick to the rules and be as careful as possible when coming up with possible concoctions to help with an ailment. Her brother was the opposite: constanly trying things that were supposedly forbidden, 'not supposed to be combined together', wanting to try new things. The two balanced each other, their parents were confident they would become a great aid to the village and possibly save many lives, like the Foddurs had always done...
      
      For generations the Foddur family had always been one of healers. Most of the knowledge passed down had been from word of mouth with nothing ever being written because whatever they tried to record would often end up being charred by dragons or the clan had to move away with very little space to take belongings with them. For whatever reason her family was extremely selective in who and who couldn't be taught the ways of a healer. However, her and her brother decided to open up the practice and educate as many people as they could. She would write everything down and he would try to instigate people's interests in plants and herbs in the hopes to get the youth interested in the path of a healer. Soon their parents followed their children's ideas and filled the library with the knowledge passed down to them. But before their parents could write it all down, tragedy struck during one of their gathering expeditions near the windy cliffs of Eyrr. The only thing the scouts had found of them was a golden necklace worn by her father.
      
      With the only medics of the village both dead, the twins were elevated as the go to healers when they were 25 years old. They struggled and grieved and fought. But at least they weren't alone in the face of this heavy responsibility. If it wasn't for Poarkl, Kirlia would have closed herself off to the world even further, and instead finally started making friends and getting to know the people she had grown alongside with all of her life. It was how she quickly found herself a fiancé: Throst Fordson who literally swept her off her feet with the help of his dragon Hallgrim, and the rest was history. She had found happiness again..and her grief was much lighter, easier to live with thanks to them.
      
      It didn't last.
      
      She was 31 when the first expedition beyond the fog that Chief Ulfric had sent occured. Both her twin and her fiance had volunteered to go...and never came back. Only leaving behind Throst's now riderless dragon Hallgrim to help Kirlia through grief. He became her companion after that, she learned how to ride him. She never did pass the second rite since Hallgrim had already been tamed and trained by her lost fiance, and she refused to ride any other dragon but Hallgrim. Her demeanor hardened much like the newly built walls around her heart after that. She stopped having any interest in her appearance too: gone were the braids she took hours to design and her lavish jewelry that she hoarded like she herself was a dragon. People started refering to her more as her title "Healer" rather than her own name, she never decided it to be so but she didn't mind it: feeling like a person beyond her duties was painful. Grief made her even busier, still trying to train and interest anyone she could in her craft whenever she had time.
      
      She refuses to have her family's plans go to waste, her brother and parent's efforts would not be in vain.
      
      
      
    
    
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    Basics.
    Name: Hallgrim
    Age: Aproximately 40 years old
    Gender: Male
    Species/Class: Rumblehorn, Tracker Class
    
    Appearance.
    Description: Hallgrim looks like your average older Rumblehorn. His multicolor shell is quite a marvel to look at, especially when the sun hits it, bringing out its iridedscent shine that reflects rainbow hues to nearby surfaces. A flashy fella.
    
    Gear: His gear has not changed since he had been first tamed and tailored for a saddle. Around Hallgrim's neck are attached multiple small pouches used to store newly foraged herbs. Made of sheep leather. The whole getup is clearly worn and in need of serious repairs but Kirlia isn't keen on letting anyone touch it. In her words: "does the job just fine"
    

    
    Persona.
    Likes: All foods but sardines (he's constantly trying to find something to munch on), the little scent bundles Kirlia makes for him to fall asleep to every night, walking around on two legs to imitate his riders at random, acrobatics, napping in the most inconvenient places possible
    Dislikes: Sardines, boats, being wet, being told what to do
    
    Strengths:
    

    • Like all Rumblehorns, his intuition for incoming disasters is quite accurate, helpful to Kirlia in sensing sickness in someone before even they realize something is wrong
    • The sense of smell of these dragons is incredibly developpped
    • Brutal offensive fighter with the help of Kirlia navigating him
    • Bulky, he can take a serious beating without so much as a flinch
    • High endurance

    
    Weaknesses:
    

    • Cover someone or something you are trying to hide in dragonberry juice and he will be incapable of smelling you
    • Poor eyesight, he relies more on his other senses and his rider to navigate
    • Not the stealthiest Rumblehorn you've ever met, he's very shiny
    • Is very vulnerable to most venoms and poisons
    • Can't swim, will sink

    
    Fears: Kirlia disappearing forever, sardines, unstable terrain (like boats or bridges), deep bodies of water
    
    Personality: Hallgrim is a lazy and cheery dragon. He acts a lot like a mix between a cat and a fox, often encouraging pranks and imitating his rider when he feels that the air is too grim.
    
    Relationships: When Kirlia isn't around he happily lets humans approach him, he is especially happy to have other dragon riders around -they know all of the good spots to scratch-. When not helping his rider, Hallgrim is often seen either playing or napping with other dragons.