Fantasy Tempest of Fate Characters

[BloodWolfRising]

Name:
- Karma Danger Rider
Yes, that is the name on his certificate. We suspect forgery.
Age:
- 16
Power:
- Karma's magic is rather uncontrolled and unbalanced. He has a gift for darkness and shadows, and not the kind of shadows that wrap around legs and drag you under beds- he can actually blind his enemies, shroud himself in blackness, and is predicted that with training, he can become incorporeal himself or even summon allies from... darker places... He never knew of his power until situation and dire stress, where the once dormant abilities sprang to life. The abilities are will based, making them weaker than others with this gift because of his poor willpower.
Relatives:
- Mother: Undisclosed
- Father: Nalazar the Mad, a necromatic warmonger, assumed dead
Normal or Speaker: Normal
History:
- Karma is a nobody. He is the son of an assumed wh*r* and a hated warmonger. Karma was pitched away the day he was born, unwanted by his mother and with no knowledge of who his Father was. He grew up in a grimy orphanage, scrounging the streets to try and find enough food to keep his belly from growling too much. In order to keep himself alive and well, Karma began his career of a thief. He was cute enough as a kid to get scraps and donations, but soon that adorable face's spell wore off and he had to take desperate measures. Karma became streetwise and devious, making quite a few enemies and maintaining a grand total of no friends. Every day was a battle, and Karma got through it with comedy. Although, in his teen years, he was drawn towards the call of the Dragons through mysterious forces. When mentioned, Karma sulks and grumbles. It would be wise to assume that something hilarious happened that he's still salty about.

- In a nutshell, Karma is the singlemost irritating human being on the planet. He is full of rude, brutally honest, and generally unnecessary remarks that reprimand the authority of anyone who takes him seriously. Karma has quite the ego for someone of such a small size. He has a colorful and extensive vocabulary, for Karma spends most of his nights with a book he borrowed from a library. He does enjoy reading, but he also likes to eat paper, so it could be both, depending on his mood. He's a rather complex person with copious amounts of quirks that either drive people nuts or draw them closer.

- In combat, Karma wields a silver lined rapier he definitely bought like an honorable human... He has a unique fighting style, for he was never formally trained in fencing. Instead Karma read books on it and watched local guards train. So he has a basic gist of it, but with no one to correct his bad habits he developed, it's not perfect.

Appearance:

- Karma is a dirty looking guy. He's never had a proper bath in his life, and tends to smell pretty bad if people try and snuggle up with him. (Although, Karma claims he smells like a delicate flower.) He has short and scruffy brown hair that's a tawny color. His abhorrent haircut is result from Karma cutting it himself whenever his bangs start getting in his eyes. He's Caucasian, maybe on the paler side, with heterochromic eyes. His left eye is green and right eye is blue. Karma wasn't aware of this for a long time, never stopping to look at see 'oh look, my eyes don't match'. Even now, if you ask Karma what color his eyes are, it usually takes him a minute to remember. Karma has a scrawnier build, more skinny than the average teen, but his limbs have surprising strength behind them. He's rather flexible and can wriggle himself through even the most impossible of places. Karma had no tattoos or piercings up until his Rider mark... which he's not pleased about. ("Why would anyone ever give their enemies a surefire way to recognize them? So stupid.")
Tamer Marking:

Crush: To Be Discovered
Lover: Forever Alone
Dragon(if one): To Be Decided
Power/s of dragon: To Be Decided

BloodWolfRising Please let me know if you'd like anything changed.

Lolz I love him!!! XD

 

[scorpiodragon]

Dragon CS
Name:
Jeizara
Age:
501 Yrs (mental equiavlent to 40 Yrs as a human)
Category:
Land/Sky
Power/s:
Infrared Perception; Light; Aid Breath
Relatives:
Zezzanth (nest mate sister)
Mother
Numerous younger siblings
History:
Jeizara was the firstborn of the two siblings and the largest due to being a male and a hybrid, inheriting more of his father's bulk than his mother's grace. His parents remained together until their father's death at the hands of an elf when Jeizara and Zezzanth were forty-five years of age, siring fifteen more litters of dragons between the oldest siblings' births and their father's death. As the numerous siblings grew older they learned from their mother and older siblings in how to hunt and fight yet one thing the dragons were always taught was to remain wary of the two-leg creatures, otherwise known as elves and humans. Jeizara and his sister were finally pushed out of their mother's territory upon reaching three hundred and fifty years of age, forcing them to go out and make their own way in the world.

The siblings were apart for a while when their mother, stricken by grief, banished Zezzanth from the territory. As the oldest dragon, he was forced to remain behind and help his parents. It was a difficult time for both dragons for he and his younger siblings were forbidden contact with their sister during her banishment. But when their father was killed by an elf, Jeizara was sent to go look for his sister and bring her back to the family. However, she refused and remained behind. Only when his sister had reached two hundred years did she return back to their territory. He was startled to see his sister had gone somewhat feral and more powerful in her banishment. It took a decade to get her back to a normal state of mind.

Upon being cast out of their territory due to being adults, the two siblings split up from each other and Jeizara ended up flying to the mainland which they had heard about in stories. The adult dragon spent the next several years terrorizing and otherwise feasting on anything he could find as well as killing those who dared try to capture or harm him, earning a bit of a reputation for himself on the mainland. As time passed alone, he began to see why Zezzanth had become feral though would take flights to his sister's and other siblings' homes to converse and maintain relations with them.

However, even this grew boring after a while. There was only so much destruction he could do and so he set off into the world to discover why the two-legs were so dangerous to their kind. He ventured close to their lands to discover why they were the way they were but always did his best to stay out of sight, knowing he would be stricken down if he was seen. Coming across another wild dragon on the mainland, he was questioned on why he did not use his human form which confused Jeizara. Being on an island, there was no need for human forms and though they each had an inherit human form, they stayed in their true forms. The ancient dragon taught him some about the ways of humans and elves, speaking of some dragons being bonded with humans which was just another shock to him. Two decades passed in the company of the ancient until he grew tired and asked Jeizara to end his life so he could go to his rider whom had passed centuries ago. It was when he was in a town on the coast that he came across a young man who was being chased by other humans and the dragon swooped down on them, the sight of a dragon startling them and scaring them away.

The human who he had unintentionally saved was not too grateful and scrambled to his feet before running. The human did not get very far and it was this act as well as the words of the ancient he had ended that caused the dragon to realize why he had been restless lately and found himself flying about this little coastal town. This human was destined to be his tamer, something that did not sit with the dragon for he believed all dragons should be free and thus took the human back to his temporary lair within an abandoned mine nearby. Only when the human had healed from his scare and injuries did the pair bond with each other and he has vowed to care for his tamer until death takes one or both of them.
Dragon Appearance:

Human Appearance:

Crush:
Open
Mate:
Open
Tame or Wild:
Tame
Tamer (if one):
Taibaz Solbubri
Power of Tamer:
Geokinesis


Tamer CS
Name:
Taibaz Solbubri
Age:
50
Power:
Geokinesis
Relatives:
Unknown
Normal or Speaker:
Normal
History:
Taibaz was the son of a nobleman and his mistress who was also a prostitute who fell in love with his father who didn't share the same feelings. The pregnancy was a difficult one and his mother passed away in childbirth, only living long enough to see her son be born. Taibaz's father reluctantly took in the child but when he was three years, it was discovered the child had a mysterious illness that had nearly killed him as an infant. He was given to someone paid to get rid of the child, instead the person he was given to took pity on Taibaz and placed him in an orphanage instead while taking the money for the job. Taibaz was given the last name of the stranger who had taken him to the orphanage, inheriting nothing from his parents and grew up in a harsh life. Working from a young age, life in the orphanage was horrible with little food, long hours and apprenticeships starting at seven. Taibaz was sent to work in a ship yard making ships but the child ended up losing his eyesight and an arm in an accident while working.

Deemed a failure and a dredge on society, the child was tossed out onto the streets at only ten years of age, forced to find his way thieving and begging. The young child's life couldn't get any worse but he was an easy target by urchins who ran in gangs and adults who treated the child like he was a leper. He was soon to find that his mysterious illness would advance enough to where it would leave him bedridden for days. It was on his years on the streets that he was given the power of Geokinesis which did help with defending himself but could also exhaust him quickly, however he is grateful for the power.

Taizab was forty-five when he found himself on the run from some people he had swiped some money and food from. Sadly an attack of his illness caused him to stumble as well as the unfamiliarity of the streets he was on and he collapsed, the group catching up with him and beginning to attack Taizab. He heard a roar from above him and the wind rushing down towards him, resulting in screams and the smell of something burning. Taizab stumbled to his feet and attempted to run, only to fall and found himself lifted up off the ground. Injured and more scared then he had been in his life, the young man soon found himself being cared for by a dragon, something he had thought was a story. The dragon introduced itself and spoke of Taizab being its tamer and when he was healed, he bonded with the dragon who has been with him since. Upon bonding, dragon and tamer discovered he'd inherited infrared perception which restored his sight only when it is activated, allowing him to read heat signatures.
Appearance:

Tamer Marking:

Crush:
Open; Jade (future)
Lover:
Jade (future)
Dragon (if one):
Jeizara
Power/s of dragon:
Infrared Perception

Elf CS
Name:
Fawynn
Age:
76 Yrs
Specialized Power/s:
Water & Healing
Relatives:
Sarmenor (brother)
Parents deceased
Open
Normal or High elf:
Normal
History:
Fawynn is the youngest of her parents five children, having a good relationship with her siblings but a special relationship developed between her and Sarmenor. As the baby of the family, her siblings were often suffocating with how they followed her around and she could never get any peace at all to herself, even within their home there were always servants watching and attending to her despite the family not being of royal blood. She first developed her water ability as a child and was trained in that with some other elves who had water capabilities, her healing power not coming until she was an adolescent. Seen as something to be cherished, she was sent to a mixed monastery with some humans and elves to learn the healing arts where she spent her adolescent and young adult years training in both human and elven medicine as well as herbal knowledge, continuing to also hone her water element. She eventually took on the role of a teacher there though hopes to open up an oasis that will double as a sanctuary for human, tamer and dragon.
Appearance:

Relic (if one):
She has a couple rings, a necklace given to her by her grandmother before her death, two emerald studded earrings and a gold leaf crown. All the gemstones, except the necklace have emeralds or jade in them, the necklace has a ruby. It is rare that she wears all of them at the same time but the necklace is something that she always wears.
Crush:
Open
Lover:
Open

Elf CS
Name:
Sarmenor
Age:
3,000 Yrs
Specialized Power/s:
Lightning, Air and Metal
Relatives:
Fawynn (sister)
Parents deceased
Open
Normal or High Elf:
Normal
History:
Sarmenor is the first born of his parents' five children, earning the responsibility of his younger siblings. Expected to take over the family business and be a fighter to boot, Sarmenor found himself instead gravitated towards adventure and books, however for the sake of his parents' wishes allowed them to put him through various tutors and reluctantly accepted his parents' rules. Often envying his younger siblings, he doesn't have a close relationship with them barring his youngest sibling, his sister Fawynn. Sarmenor proved a quick learner at fighting, even if he would sneak off to the library and spend time with the scouts and listen to their stories of adventure and the places they had seen. More aptly, he listened to the words of the dragons, creatures that had at one point terrorized some of the southern lands of the elf homeland before the elves and humans had fought back.

Thinking dragons were nothing but fantastical tales, Sarmenor ended up leaving his post one evening to go look for such dragons and it proved to be a mistake. He had accidentally stumbled upon a colony of nests and was attacked by some of the dragons and suffered injury. When he was healed he was made into a prisoner for a decade before getting back his position as a guard. During that time he was made to do manual labor like some humans who had unintentionally trespassed on elf lands. Since that fateful day and seeing what they could do, he has a deep hatred and fear of them, believing they should be eliminated along with those who profess to be their keepers.

Sarmenor was made to hunt down a dragon and kill it when he had reached seven hundred years. He left on his own with only a sword and was meant to figure it out on his own, a test designed to test his mental fortitude and his obedience. He ended up surviving the encounter though it took many days to succeed at killing his intended target, a male dragon who had just reached the stage of elder among their kind. Sadly the dragon he picked was a tamer's and he was forced to end up killing the tamer as well when the human tried to attack him upon learning of his dragon's death, the tamer having been away in one of the human towns' a few days journey away. Afterwards, he returned to his family where some days later his parents caught a sudden and unexplained illness and passed. Some say it was punishment for killing a tamer's dragon and a tamer, leading to Sarmenor and his siblings being viewed with dislike by many within their race though others say the tamer deserved it for bonding themself to a dragon and say it's a pity that his parents passed for they were well respected He wears the hide of the dragon as a cape and soon began hunting other dragons that terrorized the countryside, soon gaining the nickname "Crimson Blade."
Appearance:

Relic (if one):
A ring (in picture) as well as a belt encrusted with various jewels
Crush:
Open
Lover:
None

Dragon CS
Name:
Zezzanth
Age:
501 Yrs (mental equivalent to 40 years)
Category:
Sky
Power(s):
Ice & Storms
Relatives:
Jeizara (nest mate brother)
Mother
Numerous younger siblings
History:
The youngest and more graceful of the siblings, she inherited her mother's fluid and graceful movements as well as her speed though carries some bulk from her father. Her mother taught her some healing necessary to heal herself and her siblings while her father taught her how to hunt. Fighting she had to learn from Jeizara and other dragons in their community, the family living on a distant island from the mainland. Her powers did not manifest right away like some of her siblings and her parents began to think she would never develop any. It wasn't until she was an adolescent that her power over storms developed and she was trained by her mother's brother, her uncle who was another sky dragon and often stepping in as a father figure when their father was off hunting or patrolling their territory.

Often training with her uncle in the mountains, Zezzanth was fifteen when she got separated from her uncle in a storm and buried beneath an avalanche. Her uncle did his best to help her but was killed by a few rocks that broke a wing rendering him unable to fly. A pack of dire wolves, seeing an easy meal, advanced on the wounded dragon and her uncle's roars and cries echoed throughout the area until they grew silent. It was a couple days before Zezzanth was able to dig herself up out of the avalanche, a wing and leg broken from the fall herself. It was here she found the cold winds did not affect her and her power of ice finally became a reality, the young dragon cried for her uncle and wandered the mountains until she found his corpse which the wolves were still eating, their tracks and scent. Roaring to scare off a scouting wolf, the young dragon grabbed her uncle's corpse and began dragging him back to their territory, it taking many days. When her mother found out she was banished from her mother's territory and fled, her siblings forbidden from having contact with her.

Her wounds would heal as well as her wing and leg but her grief and guilt would not. She was a dragon of the sky with power over the storms themselves. She should have sensed the storm that was coming and alerted her uncle to it. She should not have insisted on stopping to rest and hunt. No matter what others might think, the fact was that she blamed herself and so she fled to the furthest reaches of the island, indeed leaving the island altogether and heading into an island to the north that was always covered in snow. It was here that the young dragon spent her exile, honing her powers and slowly losing her mind to a feral and primal state, chasing away any who trespassed.

When she turned two hundred, she found out her father had been killed by an elf, her brother coming to see her and give her the news. He begged her to come back with him but she refused, believing she would be rejected and chased out. Her brother returned home defeated and Zezzanth remained behind. Eventually she would return, only to be driven out of the family and territory with her brother when they became old enough to survive on their own. She went back to her island whereas her brother went to the mainland.
Dragon Appearance:

Human Appearance:

Crush:
Open
Mate:
None
Tame or Wild:
Wild; possibly Tame in future if she finds someone to bond with
Tamer:
None
Powers of Tamer:
--​

 

[Lord Anubis]

Name: Zenon Harbinger of Death

Age: as old as the gods

Category:
Flying/undead/god
Power/s:
Nether Manipulation
Relatives:
None
History:

Dragon Appearance:
Normal form:

True form:

Human Appearance:

Crush: None

Mate: None

Tame or Wild: God

Tamer(if one): Amalia Holloway( will happen later in rp)

Power of Tamer: Dark Form: Amalia, under certain circumstances, cam take on a dark form of herself that nobody wants to witness. She is also able to tap into a darker form of magic while in this form, which she cannot typically benefit from. After she is out of this dark form, the results are not pretty, and it takes a long time for her to feel like herself again.
WIP

 

[FireMaiden]

Name: Zenon Harbinger of Death

Age: as old as the gods

Category:
Flying/undead
Power/s:

Relatives:
None
History:

Dragon Appearance:
Normal form:

True form:

Human Appearance:

Crush: None

Mate: None

Tame or Wild: Wild

Tamer(if one): none

Power of Tamer: none
WIP

Badass

 

[BloodWolfRising]

Name: Zenon Harbinger of Death

Age: as old as the gods

Category:
Flying/undead
Power/s:

Relatives:
None
History:

Dragon Appearance:
Normal form:

True form:

Human Appearance:

Crush: None

Mate: None

Tame or Wild: Wild

Tamer(if one): none

Power of Tamer: none
WIP

Haha nice seeing him again, it really was too bad that Wars of Felhira didn't survive.

 

[hostage]

Haha nice seeing him again, it really was too bad that Wars of Felhira didn't survive.

duuuude i miss wars of felhira!

 

[scorpiodragon]

(OOC: I got racing’s permission for this.)

Name: Weizhe Lee
Age: Very old
Category: Celestial
Power/s: Memory Sharing (only with his descendants), Elemental Breath (Fire, water/ice, lightning & Acid), Telekinesis, Aether, Precognition
Relatives: Ping Lee (descendant), Ping’s child (descendant), rest of Lee family (descendants) through his son Zhao Lee, King Yang (father), Consort Meifeng Wei (mother), three or possibly four children from his first wife (all deceased)
History: Born on May 1st 490 B.C. to King Yang Zhao and Consort Meifeng Wei, he was given the name Longwei Zhao. He lived a short life in luxury until 488 B.C. when he was killed by a hired assassin on the orders of his rival’s father. His father lost the war soon after as the state was taken over by his rival’s father, uniting the various states into the empire. The child wandered as a spirit until he was given a second chance and reborn into a simple farming family, being blessed with the name Weizhe.

Weizhe was born six human years after his death (6,000 years in spirit time) in 481 B.C. and grew up among a loving yet poor family. He helped on the farm and went to school until his thirteenth birthday when he was forced to go into work within the mines. When he turned twenty he met a woman named Xu Bi and married her three years later when he had saved up money to find a small home. They had three children, their oldest son dying a year after his birth, their daughter dying of cancer when she was four. Only their middle child survived him, Weizhe dying at forty in a mining accident when he was forced to find work again with his wife pregnant. He has no idea what happened to his unborn fourth child.

Weizhe would spend one year (1,000 years) trapped in the spirit world until three beings appeared before him. Death, Life, and Time...they changed him into the first dragon of the empire and a different dragon altogether, the only celestial dragon. Allowing him to retain his second human form, he was sent back, this time as a dragon egg that hatched in the emperor’s service and grew up a dragon, eventually killing the new emperor’s successor a few years upon reaching adulthood for in his time in the spirit world, the kingdom he had been destined to inherit had fallen, a new one rising in its place. Weizhe took on the last name Lee and met a human woman with who he fathered a child with, giving the child some of his blood as well upon the boy’s birth which flows through the Lee family for eternity.
Dragon Appearance:
True Form

Normal Form

Human Appearance: (Second Human body in prime)
Crush: Open
Mate: Xu Bi (human wife in second life-deceased), Yin Xuegang (human wife in third life-deceased)
Tame or Wild: Wild
Tamer (if one): None; Speaker is his descendant Ping
Power of Tamer: —

 

[Veltsu VI]

Name: Black
Age: 50
Category: true drake
Power/s: Venomous bite and can move some of venom to his claws, making that wounding with claw transpires venom to victim. Venom is paralyzing and at large douses lethal if there isn't anti-venom neardy, which is rare as it's made from venom of his species.
Immunity to most venoms and poisons.
Both are things that his species has.
Weakness of lightning
Relatives: Eggs are missing or destroyed. Eggs are black.
History: Black has lived his life as loner as far he remembers. He prefers hunting at forest and swamps where he can ambush his prey and dive in to water if needed. He often uses his venom to weaken prey or attacker and go then wait that venom will take effect.
He had mate only couple days ago, but she was killed by dragon hunter and eggs that she was watching where stoled, that made Black go to depression and move from where he had lived, from when he left from his parent's territory and where he had meet with his late mate.
Dragon Appearance:

Crush: none
Mate: (last one is dead)

Spoiler: Late mate

Tame or Wild: Wild
Tamer(if one):
Power of Tamer:

 

[mourning star]

Name: Sawyer Kaidance Pellemond-Lomallane
Age: 127 years old
Power: Gravity Manipulation

Relatives:
Dianna Pellemond-Lomallane, Mother - Deceased
Albert Pellemond, Father - Unknown

Normal or Speaker: Normal

History: Sawyer was the only child to two nobles, although it was her father than ensured he kept their wealth. He was a businessman, through and through. He worked hard to provide for his family. Still, no matter how much effort he put into keeping the family wealthy, the same could not be said about his parenting skills. For her whole childhood, Sawyer was talked down to. Her father tended to berate her, no matter what she was doing- studying, sparring or just minding her business in their library. Needing an escape, she would sneak away to the private gardens and stay outside for most of the day. That's where she met Airen, trespassing and caked in dirt. Amused, she had asked him intentions. When he told her he had a bet to win, she had told him she would help under one condition- he beat her in a fight. Needless to say, she won that day. (It wasn't until the next day when he jumped the fence again to tell her how much he admired her fighting that she considered being his friend.)

For many years, the two would meet once a week to discuss their home lives. It was an escape for Sawyer; to see the outside world and not be surrounded by those who only used her for her status or made her feel worthless. It was around her thirties that her mother fell ill. There wasn't much to be done- Sawyer had to watch her mother pass. Her father didn't take the loss well- he became more aggressive, more hurtful in the things he said. Fed up, Sawyer decided to leave. Airen had talked often of traveling, not wanting to be a farmer for the rest of his life. So, she gave him a solution- work as her bodyguard. The two set out, leaving behind her father. After that day, with her last argument with her father still in mind, she hasn't looked back. She doesn't know that status of her father- whether he's still rich or poor, alive or dead. She finds herself not very interested in the answer anyway.

Appearance: The first thing people tend to notice about Sawyer is her hair- it's a pale shade of blue, that shines and tumbles down past her shoulders. Her eyes, bright marigold, are framed with long lashes and pale skin. There are always noticeable bruises underneath her eyes, a hint at her regular lack of sleep. Her nose is petite, comparable to a button, while her lips are pale pink and full. She stands at a petite 5'3 with a form that is lean but defined. Her clothes are obviously expensive, with an assortment of materials that allows her to work without hindering her movements. Twin blades rest along her hip, while a leather strap across her shoulders holds all of her earthly possessions in a knapsack bag.

Tamer Marking: Resides beneath her right shoulder blade.

Spoiler: Tamer Marking

Crush: No one at the moment.
Lover: None.
Dragon: TBD.

Name: Airen 'Ren' Malachi Corisande
Age: 121 years old
Power: Sound Manipulation

Relatives:
Elizabeth Corisande, Mother - Alive
Eric and Zander, Two Older Brothers - Alive
Bernard Corisande, Father - Deceased

Normal or Speaker: Normal

History: Airen and Sawyer weren't always nomads. They had once been childhood friends, growing up together in the countryside. While Sawyer came from wealth and status, Airen came from poverty. His father wasn't in the picture, having died while he was a child due to a work-related accident. His two brothers were the ones in charge, working and managing the finances. They all lived on a farm and although Ren longed to play and study, he was forced to work the fields to keep a roof over their heads. Still, he always found time to sneak away to read or go play with Sawyer in their secret meeting spot. His mother was lenient and even though he received scoldings from his brothers, they too knew he still had a long way to go before he could fully help on the farm.

As for Sawyer, the two became as close as could be. They were inseparable, but he could always tell she kept something hidden from him. There would be days where she would be like a blank slate, quiet and not all there. It never bothered him. On the day she asked him to serve as his bodyguard was one of the happiest memories he has- he remembers running home to his home and supplying his mom with the good news. He promised her every coin he earned, to help keep the farm afloat and more. Despite her sadness with him leaving, his mother wished him farewell. He's been with Sawyer ever since, traveling as her companion and protector.

Appearance: Standing at 6'2, Airen has the advantage of height over a lot of people he meets. His features are prominent, sharpened by his sharp teeth and harsh brows. His eyes are marigold (his one inheritance from his father.) A scar runs from the right side of his jaw up towards his cheek, the skin softened by years of healing. Due to his line of work, Airen is well-built; a byproduct of his time working the fields and traveling for days at a time. He has a habit of dressing down in comparison to Sawyer- although he often wears the coat she bought him as a present several years ago. A bow is usually across his back, the wood dark and worn.

Tamer Marking: Can be found on the front side of his left hip.

Spoiler: Tamer Marking

Crush: None at the moment.
Lover: None
Dragon: TBD.

 

[BloodWolfRising]

Name: Kenna Hunt
Age: 241
Category: Sky
Power/s: Air and fire manipulation
Relatives: all dead as far as she knows
History: Her mother and father were both sky dragon but her mother was an air dragon while her father held fire. They met in a battle finding themselves equal matches for each other. After battling for several days the two gave up and decided to talk. They found themselves bonding and leaving their foolish Tamers to fight amongst themselves. She grew up hating the fact that she would someday find a person who would become her tamer. But she never expected the man to be the one who saved her from some elves looking to sell her for parts. When Carson showed up busting through their camp with a enraged dragon she thought that perhaps he was part of the elves group. But it turned out to be the exact opposite, he had let one of the dragons they had been tormenting out and it backfired. The dragon had went insane and was attacking everything including it's own kind. Kenna had been about ready to attack the man as well but when their eyes met something inside her clicked and she knew who he was. Not that she trusted him after the stories told of by her parents of their foolish tamers.
Dragon Appearance:
Human Appearance:
Crush: Open
Mate: None
Tame or Wild: Tame
Tamer(if one): Carson
Power of Tamer: Can't use it, doesn't really understand it.
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Name: Carson Smith
Age: 120
Power: Able to make and use whatever weapon he has touched before.
Relatives: Open
Normal or Speaker: Sky Speaker
History: Carson had been looking for his destined dragon since the day he was told he would be the Speaker for the Sky God. He searched for a long time and finally came across her and she almost ate him!!! Coming across a camp where elves had kept dragons trapped and used them as their source of income. He couldn't let it stand and set free a dragon he thought could help. Instead the dragon was mad and attacked everything. She however stood out from all the other dragons there, her scales seeming to be glowing almost. He could feel the heat coming from her body as her teeth closed just inches from his body. Her cold blue eyes staring into his red ones as things began to click in their heads. But having found her didn't mean she accepted him, it took him weeks in order for her to finally come to terms with him being her tamer. After that the two of them searched for places like Kenna had been held in. Infiltrating them and setting everyone free that they could.

However in one of the strong holds Carson found himself trapped there for months unable to find a way to set all those people free. He formed a bond with one of the people who were trapped her name was Ping and finally one day they found their opening. A huge storm rolled in and Kenna informed him it was with the help of their Sky god. After that though there seemed to be storms that were due to backlash from the one caused by the God's. It tore him away from Ping and he almost drown before Kenna swooped in trying take him from the waters. But it didn't go as planned and the waters swallowed Kenna and him both. The only way they managed to survive was by using her powers of air to keep them from drowning. However their way to land wasn't so smooth and when he came too he had no memory of who he was. He freaked out when he came to and found a dragon laying next to him. Her body wrapped around him in a protective manner. Bits and pieces came back to him and his goal now was to find Ping and make sure she had made it out alive.
Appearance:
Tamer Marking: look to picture
Crush: Open
Lover: None
Dragon(if one): Kenna
Power/s of dragon: Small bit of fire manipulation
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[AnonyMouse]

Astralla Dhakra​

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Age: 1,003
Category: Flying / Land
Relatives: unknown, likely all deceased


Powers: Combustion and Air Manipulation
Stralla’s body produces and stores a highly volatile chemical, which makes her fire breath like napalm. The flames cling to surfaces and are very difficult to extinguish. (Water will just make it worse, similar to a grease fire.) She can also aerosolize this substance, creating an airborne mist which ignites easily, or thicken it into a gel, allowing her to spit firebombs or fireballs. She requires minerals to produce this chemical, as well as to reinforce her scales; in addition to ordinary hunting, she sometimes “mines” by blasting rocks and devouring the rubble.

History:
Astralla’s first memory is of battle -- a losing battle. She remembers fire and pain and her draconic allies dropping like flies all around her. Due to having no recollection of parental figures or any semblance of a family, she believes she was probably bred for war. Her name means “Star of Darkness” or “Dark Star” in the long lost human tongue of her homeland. She remembers streaking through the night sky at impossible speeds, like a shooting star, raining death while the world burned beneath her. Her first memory was the fall of a nation.

With that ancient war over and her masters dead or gone, she became a feral dragon for about a century or two and reverted to old habits. She razed a few villages and slayed more than a few legendary heroes. Somewhere, far to the south, there is a wasteland named after her. It was once a lush valley until Astralla made it her lair. She bombed it into a blackened scar and hunted the animals to near-extinction. Even now, nothing grows and the land there is riddled with craters and ash. In those days, she was young, impulsive, and angry.

One day, while venturing far from her territory, she came across a town she wanted to burn. But, instead of emerging from their homes with pitchforks and torches, the villagers gathered in the town square with a huge box. Stralla had never seen humans behave this way, so she swooped down to see what primitive trap these apes were trying to spring. To her surprise, the box was filled with gold and jewels and gifts. The humans liked not burning to death and Stralla liked shiny things. The rest, as they say, is history.

Each season, the townspeople paid tribute to the dragon so she would spare their lives. But, as time went on, Stralla began to feel a connection to them. She defended them from beasts, wars, and even other dragons. In times of famine, she would return a portion of the wealth she had horded, so the people could buy food. They never asked her to do these things, she just… did. As time went on, she found herself walking among them in her human form. She attended their weddings and funerals and held their newborn babies in her arms. They became her friends, her family, and, for some, even her lovers. Although the townspeople saw her as their protector, in her heart Astralla knew they were protecting her from relapsing into the feral warbeast she used to be.

Today, that ‘small village’ has grown into a fairly large and prosperous city-state. Its original name has been lost to history, and most people simply refer to it as Sanctuary, due to its neutrality and peaceful human-elf-dragon relations. Astralla has held many titles and honors over the years, ranging from chief, to mayor, to queen, but has never actually run the town or ruled over it. Even though she loves people and (most) of them love her back --or at least tolerate her-- politics and leadership aren’t really her strong suit. Three years ago, Sanctuary held a massive festival to celebrate her thousandth birthday. She has been in a bit of a slump ever since, perhaps finally beginning to feel old.

Dragon Appearance:
Astralla’s dragon form is much larger, heavier, and more well-muscled than most flying types. She often struggles to get airborne, despite having very powerful wings, and has difficulty flying at low speeds. She is covered in overlapping scales, which look like fragments of rough hewn stone. They act as sacrificial armor and break off easily when struck. After battle, she cannibalizes the broken scales to provide the nutrients to grow more. They can also be smelted to produce rare metals.

Her most unique feature (not seen in the picture) are the "gills" on her lower back/sides, beneath the root of her wings. These are vents for her internal mixing chambers where her body produces volatile chemicals. They swell or bulge when her reserves are full. She is capable of flying at incredible speeds and high altitudes by igniting these chemicals and then focusing the flames through her vents to produce thrust, which has earned her the nickname "Shooting Star Dragon."

Human Appearance:
Astralla’s human form stands about 5’7” and weighs none of your business. She is absurdly voluptuous and not afraid to flaunt it, with long silver hair and dark crimson eyes. Always wears a wide-brimmed hat, bonnet, or carries a parasol, as if she hates the sun… which is kind of ironic because she hails from a desert region far to the south.

Her appearance and attire matches her hedonistic personality. She is friendly, flirty, easy-going, and surprisingly wise at times, but also vain, very high-maintenance, and rarely leaves home without an entourage. In her long life, she has had enough lovers --in both human and dragon forms-- to populate a small country and is always on the prowl for another, but has never bonded with a tamer. However, she has never borne any offspring… and has resigned herself to the sad truth that she probably can’t.

Crush: LOL, no
Mate: one for every day of the week
Tame or Wild: very wild

 

[Takumi98]

Name: Kyros
Age: 270
Category: Water/Aquatic
Power/s: He can run small volts of electricity through his body to stun other dragons that try to attack him on land, and can gather it all between his horns to form a large concentrated ball of electricity which will launch and explode on contact with a target to temporarily paralyze dragons of the same size or larger, while dragons 2x his size will merely be stunned. The electric ball attack is most effective in water, and as long as he isn't in water when using his eletric abilities he will be fine.

Relatives:
Father- Petros (Deceased)
Mother- Yaal (Unknown)
Stillborn siblings

History: Hatching along the sandy banks of a large lake, Kyros was the only offspring of his parents to do so, the rest being stillborn. His childhood was relatively uneventful, as he and his small pack lived in peace. Nearby, a village eventually formed, which would become the small closeknit community Anaba would be born to in about four generations or so. The dragons were left alone by the humans, and vice versa.

At age 253, his father died and his mother vanished shortly after. He waited for weeks, before heading towards the village, assuming they might have something to do with her disapearance. Unfortunately, the night he arrived another, larger dragon had begun laying waste to the village, killing most of it's inhabitants before he stepped in and drove it off, both dragons being gravely injured.

He's not exactly sure what happened afterwards, but he woke up the following morning being treated by a then ten year old Anaba.

Anaba was the only survivor other than her elder brothers who had left the village days before for reasons she didnt know. Feeling some form of responsibility, took her in and looked out for her for two years. The two grew close as kin, becoming like siblings before she fell ill and, unsure of what to do, he took her to the closest town during the night and dropped her small sleeping form off at an orphanage, hoping that they could help her where he couldn't. He had promised to come back for her, but so when he did return, she wasn't there. He was told she left for work once she turned 18 and hadn't been heard from since.

Dragon Appearance:

This aquatic dragon has legs with webbed feet and claws to help climb rocks for sunbathing. Serpentine in appearance, with fins on their back, elbows and at the end of their tails help them swim. In fact, despite being rather fast on land they're much faster in water.

Human Appearance:

He stands at 5'6" in this form, and has a lean athletic build.

Crush: Open
Mate: Open
Tame or Wild: Wild (may end up tame in the future)
Tamer(if one): TBD
Power of Tamer: TBD
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Name: Anaba Zadok
Age: 27
Power:
Plant manipulation- At it's very basics, Anaba can create large vines to protect her by forming a sort of cocoon around herself or someone else. Not only that but she can also use said vines to whip or tangle an opponent. That's all she learned to do with them so far, however.

They're weak to fire and on some occasions, really strong and sharp blades and claws.

Relatives:
Father-Yves Zadok (Deceased)
Mother-Awanita Zadok (Deceased)
Two Older Brothers- Open (Unknown)
Twin Cousins-Aziz and Lefu Parvati (Deceased)
Normal or Speaker: Normal

History: Anaba Zadok was the third and final child of Yves and Awanita Zadok, and was adored and spoiled by her father, the Chieftain of their small village. Having a close bond with her brothers and cousins, she took great pride in being a Tamer, considering it a great honor and due to her eye color she assumed that she was blessed to bond with her fated dragon.

That is, if she ever gets the chance to meet them. At age ten, a wild dragon attacked their home and killed most of the village save for her. Her older brothers had left the village days before, for what she assumed might of been a hunting trip or maybe to find girlfriends or something. She didnt know, but had hoped they would come back soon.

On the day the village was destroyed however, she was glad they didn't return soon, and after doing her best to care for the dragon that ultimately saved her life, she was at first adamant about staying in the destroyed village in case her brothers returned, almost stubborn about it until Kyros eventually convinced her to stay with him for a while instead, so with nothing but the clothes on her back, a bow and arrows, and her name she went with the aquatic dragon.

Every couple of days she would return to the village but didn't see her brothers much to her disappointment. She stopped however, when she spotted strange men at what was once her home, elven men mostly. Having always been told to be wary of elves, and being told many a tale that may or may not have been true that made elves seem scary; the ten year old quickly went back to Kyros, and never went back to her village out of fear of what might happen to her.

Two years passed, and she'd lose Kyros too, being put in an orphanage. She missed her friend, who she considered an honored brother. She eventually moved on, knowing that if they were destined to meet again they would. As the years passed she remained at the orphanage until she turned 18 and left, doing odd jobs here and there the next couple of years. She has forgotten the tongue of her people in the past 17 years since the village was destroyed, and is disappointed in herself because of that.

Appearance:

Spoiler: Anaba

She stands at about 5'4" tall, and has a slight muscular build due to training in her spare time (such as teaching herself to hunt with a bow and teaching herself the basics of swinging a sword), though it's nothing one would call impressive

Tamer Marking:
(It's on her back between her shoulder blades)

Crush: Open (once had a crush on a boy in her village named Yema, but only her brothers knew that)
Lover: Open
Dragon(if one): TBD
Power/s of dragon: TBD

 

[GolemGuy]

Name: Bydrirran

Age: 1,853

Category: Land-bound Drake

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Powers: Vocal manipulation: The vocal sac is a versatile organ, able to produce sounds that can range from offensive uses, such as a paralyzing opponents with a concussive roar, to deceptive uses, like the mimicking on one's voice, or just to imitate sounds, like laughter.
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Relatives: Unknown, most likely several generations wild dragons

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History: To be worked on further.

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Dragon Appearance: A row of sharp spines don the dorsal of the dragon, quite the defense, able to pierce the toughest of leather and the thickest of hides. Two short but thick ringed horns that end in a sharp jutting point sit at the rear of the skull, and a multitude of smaller and less developed horns adorn the ridge of the lower jaw. Several thousand circular scales work the skin like a mosaic, but shift more towards smaller scutes at the toes, that end in long, hooked claws. The base of the tail is thick, containing excess fatty tissue when food runs out, and gradually while idle begins to curl upwards, and several faint stripes gradually envelop the end of the tail. A large vocal sac connects the head to the neck, a tint of red, and with fleshy spines running down it's center. At the rear of the forelimbs and calves are small armored ridges that start to fade away after reaching the elbow and knee. Loose skin definitively shows the age of the dragon, almost two millennium. Several tusks protrude from the upper and lower jaw, while the jaw slowly tapers to a beak-like structure. A total height of four meters and twelve meters in length, and weighing 18.6 metric tons, a large dragon indeed. Despite the large size, a top speed clocked at eighty kilometers an hour, it is a force to be reckoned with.

Human Appearance: Milky white smooth skin, an opposite to the olive green of the dragon. Brown eyes blend well, a contrast of a lighter color, to one of darker tones. Even with the decelerated aging of dragons, the time still shows, with whitening hair, and an exceptional beard. Standing at a confident 192 centimeters, and weighing a humble 73 kilograms, a very fit individual. They tend to speak with a celtic accent, one of a poor wanderer who strode too close to a dragon. A very fit and muscular individual, along with showing maturity. A serious tone perpetually hovers over them, despite their friendly behavior. They often deal with their elder appearance, but accepting the fact that time comes with a cost.

While in human form, they don traditional clothing, short robes, a fur cape, leather bracers, loose pants, and a pair of leather boots. Occasionally, they wear the cape as a hood.

Why is he shirtless you ask? You think you can shift from dragon to human while retaining your clothes?

Aye, there we go, some clothes.
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Crush: None at the moment

Mate: None at the moment

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Tame or Wild: Recently tamed, but still with that wild spirit all dragons share.

Tamer(if one): TBD

Power of Tamer: N/A