The Land of Xiǎolóng

[ScarletHood]

Rules


1.Please follow all of RpN's rules


2. Maximum of 2 characters


3.Post at least 2 sentences


4. If you wanna play as one of the dragons Pm me first and I'll send you a cs to fill out!


5.Have Fun!


6. Please ask another Player's Permission to kill off their character


7.When posting please tag the person your interacting with; ie. @name


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Name:


Age:


Class: (Optional)


Race:


Weapons:


Appearancedescription and/or image)


-eye colour


-hair colour


-skin colour


-usual attire


Background:


Strengths:


Weakness:

 

[Roman]

Name


Garlon


Age


32


Class


Knight


Race


Human


Weapons



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Spoiler

Appearance

Background


Garlon was destined to be a knight. Before he was born his father, grandfather, and more were all knights. As a young child he was trained in the ways of chivalry, knighthood, and the ways of the fighting. As Garlon grew older his training became intense and tougher, his father always told him, "My only son will not be a weakling". Garlon finally came to understand what his father was saying after he passed on. Garlon, now a wandering knight, fights for the better of his people.


( A Knight Errant is a wandering knight. Pooks told me that. )


Strengths/Weaknesses


+Intelligence


-Merciful ( To VERY few )


+Strength


-Bad leg


+Speed ( His armor isn't as big as others. It has less peices. )


-Few weak spots. Due to the way hid armor was made.


(( This took me a few days. ))

 

[ScarletHood]

Name


Garlon


Age


32


Class


Knight


Race


Human


Weapons



​

Spoiler

Appearance

Background


Garlon was destined to be a knight. Before he was born his father, grandfather, and more were all knights. As a young child he was trained in the ways of chivalry, knighthood, and the ways of the fighting. As Garlon grew older his training became intense and tougher, his father always told him, "My only son will not be a weakling". Garlon finally came to understand what his father was saying after he passed on. Garlon, now a wandering knight, fights for the better of his people.


( A Knight Errant is a wandering knight. Pooks told me that. )


Strengths/Weaknesses


+Intelligence


-Merciful ( To VERY few )


+Strength


-Bad leg


+Speed ( His armor isn't as big as others. It has less peices. )


-Few weak spots. Due to the way hid armor was made.


(( This took me a few days. ))

Spoiler

Accepted! We'll start posting when there is enough people

 

[Khalroth]

Name: Khalroth Vandir


Age: 21


Class: Archer


Race: Winged Elf


Weapons: Duel wields a demon shortsword and a dragon bone shortsword when in close but uses a bow for his main weapon.


Appearance: Khalroth has deep violet eyes and long black hair. His skin has an olive tint that contrasts nicely with his eyes. His wings, which appear from slits in his usual attire of leather armour and around the edges of his ranger cloak when not folded up, are a cream color with specks of gold and red. His armour and cloak are the color of the forests and mountains of the lands to help him blend into his surroundings.


Background: Khalroth is an oddity among his fellow elves due to him having been born with wings despite being a pure elf. Growing up, he felt closer to nature than to his fellow elves and fairies, leading him to isolate himself and become skilled in life on his own in the wild. Another aspect that makes him an oddity is his wanting to befriend one of the remaining dragons rather than hunt them down for personal gain. Due to this, he became a social outcast who doesnt get along well with others.


Strengths:

• Height advantage due to flight
  
• Hightened survival skills and instincts
  
• Stealthier
  

Weakness:

• Social inept
  
• Wings are vulnerable
  
• Not as strong as other elves
  

 

[ScarletHood]

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NAME:


Báixuě


(白雪)

AGE:

1,700 years




RACE:

Dragons




APPEARANCE

Large in size but not the biggest, Baixue had been known to be the strangest looking one out her species; moon struck eyes and pure white scales; that could blind the naked eye if it was exposed to the sunlight.




BACKGROUND:

Her mother was a furious red dragon who was mates with a green dragon, both who had been killed in the great "Dragon hunt." However before the hunt began, an egg had already hatched and there the strangest sight appeared; a white dragon. It was strange as it was expected she would inherit either her mothers, fathers or be a mix of both. It was unheard of that a white dragon could exist.

​

Spoiler

However her parents raised her with great care despite the looks they would get from the other dragons. Yet the happiness would not last; when the great "Dragon Hunt" came it took her parents away from her. A place only reachable if she were to be slain. As such she was left to fend for herself, with no one to protect her or provide her with the basic necessities. She fled the rich forests of the part now known as Fairfall. Away into the unknown lands with the other dragons.


As time went on despite her situation she grew to be quite a large dragon. Towering almost all the others, except one or two.




POWERS:






Crystalis; the ability to summon a crystal shield around her


Misty Breathe; breathes out a mist that attaches poisinous crystal particles to the being envoloped in the mist.




STRENGTHS:

Poison

Strong unbreakable shield

Can camoflauge in snow




Weakness:

Easily recognisable in the sun, even if trees are surrounding her due to her colouring

 

[Odek Lorehunter]

Name: Iason Bonnar


Age: 26


Class: Healer


Race: Human


Weapons: A quarter staff, As well as Martial arts Training.


Appearance: He is of a thin build. His muscles, Though not large, are well defined. He has a receding hairline and is clean shaven. The short hair that hasn't been shaved off is brown giving to early gray. This has the effects of ageing him a few years. His eyes are open and alert, always seeming to survey others and the area with bland brown irises. He is tanned to a soft brown from years in the sun. Worn loosely around his body is a light gray tunic bare of flash save for an embroidered patch of green outlining an adder coiled around an olive branch. The symbol of the Healers of the broken. The only other possessions he has are a quarter staff make of white oak and a sheep skin pack that smells of herbs.


Background: Having been taken in at a young age by the monastery to relieve his parents of another mouth to feed during famine, Iason was Schooled in the arts of first aid. Taught that passage from this world to the next was found in good will, He quickly learned to help and love others. Shown first the arts of stitching up wounds like a seamstress with a dress, Iason soon moved to the more complex techniques. Setting broken bones, Pulling venom from bites, and mending serious burns soon became child's play. After years of training with the bow staff and in hand to hand as a way of bringing himself more self control and self discipline, the masters saw fit to begin training into the spiritual arts healing. Using hidden magic to force flesh to heal it's self, Using a whisper to quell the pain of others, or pulling a disease from a host. In time he was given his mission. To leave the monastery and heal the wounded. In time he found his way to an encampment on the outskirts of the unknown lands looking after the damaged souls who found their way back from the wilderness.


Strengths:

• A skilled martial artist.
  
• Able to heal both naturally and unnaturally.
  
• A calm demeanor with no want of possessions.
  
• Can absorb wounds and afflict them on attackers.
  

Weakness:

• Doesn't run any armor.
  
• Doesn't want to bring harm to another person.
  
• Feels the need to put himself into danger to protect people.
  
• Using his healing magics require him to give part of his life force to his patient leaving him slightly weakened each time he uses it. A small cut is something he often tries to fix with needle and thread, but massive damage to the patient will leave him drained, if not unconscious or dead if tried to heal using only magic.
  

 

[ScarletHood]

[QUOTE="Odek Lorehunter]
Name: Iason Bonnar
Age: 26


Class: Healer


Race: Human


Weapons: A quarter staff, As well as Martial arts Training.


Appearance: He is of a thin build. His muscles, Though not large, are well defined. He has a receding hairline and is clean shaven. The short hair that hasn't been shaved off is brown giving to early gray. This has the effects of ageing him a few years. His eyes are open and alert, always seeming to survey others and the area with bland brown irises. He is tanned to a soft brown from years in the sun. Worn loosely around his body is a light gray tunic bare of flash save for an embroidered patch of green outlining an adder coiled around an olive branch. The symbol of the Healers of the broken. The only other possessions he has are a quarter staff make of white oak and a sheep skin pack that smells of herbs.


Background: Having been taken in at a young age by the monastery to relieve his parents of another mouth to feed during famine, Iason was Schooled in the arts of first aid. Taught that passage from this world to the next was found in good will, He quickly learned to help and love others. Shown first the arts of stitching up wounds like a seamstress with a dress, Iason soon moved to the more complex techniques. Setting broken bones, Pulling venom from bites, and mending serious burns soon became child's play. After years of training with the bow staff and in hand to hand as a way of bringing himself more self control and self discipline, the masters saw fit to begin training into the spiritual arts healing. Using hidden magic to force flesh to heal it's self, Using a whisper to quell the pain of others, or pulling a disease from a host. In time he was given his mission. To leave the monastery and heal the wounded. In time he found his way to an encampment on the outskirts of the unknown lands looking after the damaged souls who found their way back from the wilderness.


Strengths:

• A skilled martial artist.
  
• Able to heal both naturally and unnaturally.
  
• A calm demeanor with no want of possessions.
  
• Can absorb wounds and afflict them on attackers.
  

Weakness:

• Doesn't run any armor.
  
• Doesn't want to bring harm to another person.
  
• Feels the need to put himself into danger to protect people.
  
• Using his healing magics require him to give part of his life force to his patient leaving him slightly weakened each time he uses it. A small cut is something he often tries to fix with needle and thread, but massive damage to the patient will leave him drained, if not unconscious or dead if tried to heal using only magic.
  

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[Telios]

Name:

Mir

​

Age:

​

1,500 years


Race:

Onyx Dragons

​

Appearance:

​

A giant to humans and elves but a gentle one, although they don't know that. His eyes being the same color as the Onyx Emblem on his head can easily be compared to topaz. His scales are more like smooth large black slabs of onyx, but they barely constrict his movement. The golden tints on a few part of his scales along with his horns and claws shone brightly in daylight.

​

Background:

​

Both of his parents are Onyx Dragons, the kind which is known for the illusions they can make. Unfortunately for him, they were brutally murdered after being cornered by a team of Elves alvenes, who were specialized in magical wards. He hatched peacefully when the Dragon Hunt was over, all alone in his parent's den. He managed to grow up on his own, slowly mastering illusion spells like the ones his kind was known for. After having heard from other dragons about his parents death, he decided to stay hidden from sight of the 'dragon hunters'.

Strengths:

Vivid Illusions and Disguises

Mind Warping

​

Weakness:

​

Easily recognizable in bright environments when not using or not able to use any illusions to hide himself.

​

 

[ScarletHood]

Name:

Mir

Age:

1,500 years




Race:

Onyx Dragons

Appearance:

A giant to humans and elves but a gentle one, although they don't know that. His eyes being the same color as the Onyx Emblem on his head can easily be compared to topaz. His scales are more like smooth large black slabs of onyx, but they barely constrict his movement. The golden tints on a few part of his scales along with his horns and claws shone brightly in daylight.

Background:

Both of his parents are Onyx Dragons, the kind which is known for the illusions they can make. Unfortunately for him, they were brutally murdered after being cornered by a team of Elves alvenes, who were specialized in magical wards. He hatched peacefully when the Dragon Hunt was over, all alone in his parent's den. He managed to grow up on his own, slowly mastering illusion spells like the ones his kind was known for. After having heard from other dragons about his parents death, he decided to stay hidden from sight of the 'dragon hunters'.

Strengths:

Vivid Illusions and Disguises

Mind Warping

Weakness:

Easily recognizable in bright environments when not using or not able to use any illusions to hide himself.​

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[Portal]

Name: Draxlasar the Great


Age: Elder


Race: Faerie Dragon


Weapons: Euphoria Gas, Claws, and teeth


Appearance:





Drax is almost three feet long with iridescent scales that reflect all colors of the rainbow. He has platinum colored butterfly-like wings, crimson bristles, and a long, prehensile tail that he uses as a stinger.


Background: Ever since the dreadful "Dragon Hunt" Drax the Great has survived primarily due to his small size, easily being the smallest of the dragons, and his wit. It is rumored that Drax existed when Dragons ruled over the other races and his desire to restore those days is no secret.


This faerie dragon does not let his stature limit his social status; this is all to clear in his attitude and Drax has a reputation amongst the Hunters and his own kind for gassing those who offend him. Since the Hunt began Drax has gassed over a thousand individuals of all races, even his own kin. Drax lives in an ancient tree in a lair made of spider silk, leaves, and twigs.


Strengths: Drax is very nimble and quick with a powerful breath attack and poisonous stinger. He is believed to have knowledge of Power, a form of Magic.


Weakness: Due to his size he's certainly not one to be found going at it in physical combat and with his attitude he usually causes quite a few. Drax is also vulnerable to iron weapons and avoids them at all costs.

 

[ScarletHood]

Name: Draxlasar the Great
Age: Since before the Hunt


Race: Faerie Dragon


Weapons: Euphoria Gas, Claws, and teeth


Appearance:





Drax is almost three feet long with iridescent scales that reflect all colors of the rainbow. He has platinum colored butterfly-like wings and a long, prehensile tail that he uses as a stinger.


Background: Ever since the dreadful "Dragon Hunt" Drax the Great has survived primarily due to his small size, easily being the smallest of the dragons, and his wit. This faerie dragon does not let his stature limit his social status; this is all to clear in his attitude and Drax has a reputation amongst the Hunters and his own kind for gassing those who offend him. Since the Hunt began Drax has gassed over a thousand individuals. Drax lives in an ancient tree in a lair made of spider silk, leaves, and twigs.


Strengths: Drax is very nimble and quick with a powerful breath attack and poisonous stinger.


Weakness: Due to his size he's certainly not one to be found going at it in physical combat and with his attitude he usually causes quite a stir. Drax is also vulnerable to iron weapons and avoids them at all costs.

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Name: Iason Bonnar


Age: 26


@Odek Lorehunter (made by)


Class: Healer


Race: Human


Weapons: A quarter staff, As well as Martial arts Training.


Appearance: He is of a thin build. His muscles, Though not large, are well defined. He has a receding hairline and is clean shaven. The short hair that hasn't been shaved off is brown giving to early gray. This has the effects of ageing him a few years. His eyes are open and alert, always seeming to survey others and the area with bland brown irises. He is tanned to a soft brown from years in the sun. Worn loosely around his body is a light gray tunic bare of flash save for an embroidered patch of green outlining an adder coiled around an olive branch. The symbol of the Healers of the broken. The only other possessions he has are a quarter staff make of white oak and a sheep skin pack that smells of herbs.


Background: Having been taken in at a young age by the monastery to relieve his parents of another mouth to feed during famine, Iason was Schooled in the arts of first aid. Taught that passage from this world to the next was found in good will, He quickly learned to help and love others. Shown first the arts of stitching up wounds like a seamstress with a dress, Iason soon moved to the more complex techniques. Setting broken bones, Pulling venom from bites, and mending serious burns soon became child's play. After years of training with the bow staff and in hand to hand as a way of bringing himself more self control and self discipline, the masters saw fit to begin training into the spiritual arts healing. Using hidden magic to force flesh to heal it's self, Using a whisper to quell the pain of others, or pulling a disease from a host. In time he was given his mission. To leave the monastery and heal the wounded. In time he found his way to an encampment on the outskirts of the unknown lands looking after the damaged souls who found their way back from the wilderness.


Strengths:

• A skilled martial artist.
  
• Able to heal both naturally and unnaturally.
  
• A calm demeanor with no want of possessions.
  
• Can absorb wounds and afflict them on attackers.
  

Weakness:

• Doesn't run any armor.
  
• Doesn't want to bring harm to another person.
  
• Feels the need to put himself into danger to protect people.
  
• Using his healing magics require him to give part of his life force to his patient leaving him slightly weakened each time he uses it. A small cut is something he often tries to fix with needle and thread, but massive damage to the patient will leave him drained, if not unconscious or dead if tried to heal using only magic.
  

 

[Nyxx]

Name: Arixia Radella


Age: 19


Class: Mage


Race: Winged Elf


Weapons: A wooden staff with a blue gem on top that glowed when casting spells.


Appearance:

Spoiler

Background: When she was young, she was abandoned and so a kind tailor found her starving on the streets in HighHaven, and took her in. She learned to sew and to make beautiful garments, so that later on in her life she was always well-dressed. When one day the tailor found her using magic, making things float and such, he became frightened, remembering the destruction of the dragons, and how magic reminds him of that. He kicked her out, and she was yet again, lost and alone. But this time, another person found her, a wealthy mage who knew magic's every secret. He never told her his name, and taught her in silence and patience. He told her to call him Master, but that was it. Within a week, she was almost as talented as him, and used a staff to focus her energy and make her stronger. Her love for magic sometimes made her stay in her rooms for weeks on end, reading grimoires and spell books, trying to absorb as much knowledge as she could. Now, she uses her abilities for nearly everything, and her Master is proud.


Strengths:


-Her knowledge of magic


-Her abilities when it comes to magic


-Intelligence


-Her hunger for knowledge and a fight (sometimes can be a strength, sometimes a weakness)


Weakness:


-She can get easily distracted sometimes


-Sometimes thirsts for power too much


-Tires after a long fight


-Hunger for a fight can make her too hasty when attacking

 

[ScarletHood]

Name: Arixia Radella
Age: 19


Class: Mage


Race: Winged Elf


Weapons: A wooden staff with a blue gem on top that glowed when casting spells.


Appearance:

Spoiler

Background: When she was young, she was abandoned and so a kind tailor found her starving on the streets in HighHaven, and took her in. She learned to sew and to make beautiful garments, so that later on in her life she was always well-dressed. When one day the tailor found her using magic, making things float and such, he became frightened, remembering the destruction of the dragons, and how magic reminds him of that. He kicked her out, and she was yet again, lost and alone. But this time, another person found her, a wealthy mage who knew magic's every secret. He never told her his name, and taught her in silence and patience. He told her to call him Master, but that was it. Within a week, she was almost as talented as him, and used a staff to focus her energy and make her stronger. Her love for magic sometimes made her stay in her rooms for weeks on end, reading grimoires and spell books, trying to absorb as much knowledge as she could. Now, she uses her abilities for nearly everything, and her Master is proud.


Strengths:


-Her knowledge of magic


-Her abilities when it comes to magic


-Intelligence


-Her hunger for knowledge and a fight (sometimes can be a strength, sometimes a weakness)


Weakness:


-She can get easily distracted sometimes


-Sometimes thirsts for power too much


-Tires after a long fight


-Hunger for a fight can make her too hasty when attacking


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[yumiyukifan1]

Name: Menrei


Age: 14


Class: (Optional) Rogue


Race: Human


Weapons:


~Gas pellet: Much like a smoke bomb, but you throw it at people to knock 'em out...


~3 daggers: 2 of them are double edged, One of them is dipped in poison


~Venom Filled Needle: The needle is filled with Serpent Venom, the effects of the poison are fatal...


~2 Katanas


~Smoke Bomb: For escaping, You can also throw it at an opponent to blind them for a minute while you escape


Appearancedescription and/or image)

-eye colour: Gray


-hair colour: Raven


-skin colour: Fair


-usual attire:

Background:


Born in a broken home, She lived alone with her little sister. The sad thing was though, her sister died after she turned 8. Everything cam crashing down after that death. A famine struck and there was barely enough food for the village she lived in. Someone was kind enough to take her in, she found out that the man was her uncle. Teaching her self defense and ways to escape, she was second best in the village. Later on, an alchemist took her to be his apprentice. She was very confused at the moment but decided to learn how to brew venom and health fluids. Later on, she found out her uncle sold her to a rich man for money and the alchemist was just for him to buy himself time. Menrei felt betrayed and hurt at the same time. The man she was sold to was a pig. He treated her poorly and she was sick of it. One day Menrei snuck into his room and poisoned him in his sleep. She ran away, far away from her village to stay for a while in another. Her life changed after killing a man, but was it worth it?


Strengths:


~Flexibility


~Stealth


~Dodging


~Venom Brewing


~Self Defense


Weakness:


~Complete Accuracy


~She cannot fight from a far away distance

 

[ScarletHood]

Name: Menrei
Age: 14


Class: (Optional) Rogue


Race: Human


Weapons:


~Gas pellet: Much like a smoke bomb, but you throw it at people to knock 'em out...


~3 daggers: 2 of them are double edged, One of them is dipped in poison


~Venom Filled Needle: The needle is filled with Serpent Venom, the effects of the poison are fatal...


~2 Katanas


~Smoke Bomb: For escaping, You can also throw it at an opponent to blind them for a minute while you escape


Appearancedescription and/or image)

-eye colour: Gray


-hair colour: Raven


-skin colour: Fair


-usual attire:

Background:


Born in a broken home, She lived alone with her little sister. The sad thing was though, her sister died after she turned 8. Everything cam crashing down after that death. A famine struck and there was barely enough food for the village she lived in. Someone was kind enough to take her in, she found out that the man was her uncle. Teaching her self defense and ways to escape, she was second best in the village. Later on, an alchemist took her to be his apprentice. She was very confused at the moment but decided to learn how to brew venom and health fluids. Later on, she found out her uncle sold her to a rich man for money and the alchemist was just for him to buy himself time. Menrei felt betrayed and hurt at the same time. The man she was sold to was a pig. He treated her poorly and she was sick of it. One day Menrei snuck into his room and poisoned him in his sleep. She ran away, far away from her village to stay for a while in another. Her life changed after killing a man, but was it worth it?


Strengths:


~Flexibility


~Stealth


~Dodging


~Venom Brewing


~Self Defense


Weakness:


~Complete Accuracy


~She cannot fight from a far away distance

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[Scattered Ambitions]

Name: Neree


Age: 17


Class: (Optional)


Race: Human and elf halfling


Weapons: Knives and a sword


Appearancedescription and/or image)

-eye colour green


-hair colour brown


-skin colour fair


-usual attire She likes to wear the least amount of clothes possible for moving easily. She will wear what ever is available but always wears boots that go just above her knees and a brown vest.


Background: Her mother was an elf and her father was a human, however after she was borne her parents ran off together and left her in the human city.


Strengths: She has great aim and so therefore is great at knife throwing. She is also great at climbing anything and everything and loves it.


Weakness: She is very hard to get close too so she doesn't have many allies but mostly enemies. She loves climbing which sometimes results in her falling and she refuses help so she is often injured.

 

[ScarletHood]

Name: Neree
Age: 17


Class: (Optional)


Race: Human and elf halfling


Weapons: Knives and a sword


Appearancedescription and/or image)

-eye colour green


-hair colour brown


-skin colour fair


-usual attire She likes to wear the least amount of clothes possible for moving easily. She will wear what ever is available but always wears boots that go just above her knees and a brown vest.


Background: Her mother was an elf and her father was a human, however after she was borne her parents ran off together and left her in the human city.


Strengths: She has great aim and so therefore is great at knife throwing. She is also great at climbing anything and everything and loves it.


Weakness: She is very hard to get close too so she doesn't have many allies but mostly enemies. She loves climbing which sometimes results in her falling and she refuses help so she is often injured.

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[DreadfulDragon]

Name: Lazrex The Jewel


Age: 1,800 human years


Gender: Male


Race: Jewel Dragon


Weapons: Sharp claws that can cut through diamonds, just so happen to be diamonds. He is also capable of spewing mercury in a breath attack. His speed is as nimble as a salamander while being as fast as a cat.


Appearance: Lazrex is a dragon of medium size; about 300 feet in length and 30 in height. Speckled across his charcoal black scales are various gems. From Emeralds all the way to Diamonds. His face is thin and has spikes of rubies scattered across. His legs and tail are fairly bulky for a dragon of his size; allowing him to hang onto walls if need be.


Background: Lazrex at a young age watched his parents, who were jewel dragons get hacked at by orcs in the mine he lived in just at the edge of Fairfall. He hid as best he could in a crevice residing in his cave. Having his eyes closed and staying in the darkened crevice is the only thing that kept him from meeting the same fate as his parents. Lazrex continued to hide in the cave for as long as he could. Get increasingly greater at his stealth, hiding from orc after orc that strolled through the cave for ore.


Lazrex watches each and every being that comes into his cave; spewing mercury at whoever discovers him. Causing them to die mere seconds after inhaling his toxic fumes. The dead bodies being passed off as simple mining casualties. Year after year Lazrex would need to snap his jewels off his back to keep himself from the possibility of being spotted.


Strengths: Lazrex is very stralthy, having to hide all the time from orc intruders. He is also very fast and nimble, skittering across the cave walls. Extremely efficient in situational awareness, whether it be spotting someone/something new in his path to realizing a leaf just fluttered in the wind a fee feet away.


Weakness: Lazrex is very impatient, always trying to speed up the process of getting people out of his cave, potentially putting him at risk of being hunted by others. He is also almost always hungry, causing him to yet again put himself in danger just so he can get a mere snack.


Sorry for the vagueness

 

[ScarletHood]

Name: Lazrex The Jewel
Age: 1,800 human years


Gender: Male


Race: Jewel Dragon


Weapons: Sharp claws that can cut through diamonds, just so happen to be diamonds. He is also capable of spewing mercury in a breath attack. His speed is as nimble as a salamander while being as fast as a cat.


Appearance: Lazrex is a dragon of medium size; about 300 feet in length and 30 in height. Speckled across his charcoal black scales are various gems. From Emeralds all the way to Diamonds. His face is thin and has spikes of rubies scattered across. His legs and tail are fairly bulky for a dragon of his size; allowing him to hang onto walls if need be.


Background: Lazrex at a young age watched his parents, who were jewel dragons get hacked at by orcs in the mine he lived in just at the edge of Fairfall. He hid as best he could in a crevice residing in his cave. Having his eyes closed and staying in the darkened crevice is the only thing that kept him from meeting the same fate as his parents. Lazrex continued to hide in the cave for as long as he could. Get increasingly greater at his stealth, hiding from orc after orc that strolled through the cave for ore.


Lazrex watches each and every being that comes into his cave; spewing mercury at whoever discovers him. Causing them to die mere seconds after inhaling his toxic fumes. The dead bodies being passed off as simple mining casualties. Year after year Lazrex would need to snap his jewels off his back to keep himself from the possibility of being spotted.


Strengths: Lazrex is very stralthy, having to hide all the time from orc intruders. He is also very fast and nimble, skittering across the cave walls. Extremely efficient in situational awareness, whether it be spotting someone/something new in his path to realizing a leaf just fluttered in the wind a fee feet away.


Weakness: Lazrex is very impatient, always trying to speed up the process of getting people out of his cave, potentially putting him at risk of being hunted by others. He is also almost always hungry, causing him to yet again put himself in danger just so he can get a mere snack.


Sorry for the vagueness

vagueness, isn't that a weird word to spell and pronounce? Oh well, Accepted (Officially in public bruh), you can start posting now!

 

[DreadfulDragon]

vagueness, isn't that a weird word to spell and pronounce? Oh well, Accepted (Officially in public bruh), you can start posting now!

It's not a real word but I knew you would understand what I meant

 

[ScarletHood]

It's not a real word but I knew you would understand what I meant

Vague...voguee...toga...yoga...yogurt. Traaansfoormation.

 

[LeSoraAmari]

Name: Vytalas Corna Ill'Vhelan


Age: 25 years old


Class: Astral Mage


Race: Elf


Weapons: He carries around a staff (As seen in appearance photo) the magical energy expended can be seen central of the crescent moon like tip of the staff. The staff can also be extended for a great melee reach if necessary.


Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_05/image.jpg.afa8175220304b188cc3c4933c1b5d4c.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="51900" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_05/image.jpg.afa8175220304b188cc3c4933c1b5d4c.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


-eye colour- Midnight Blue


-hair colour- Blonde


-skin colour- He is pale, but he has a golden tint to him, so it looks like he has yellow skin


-usual attire- Vytalas normally wears his high elven mage robes, a mixture of dark and light blue, complimented with golden seams and patterns. He has a helmet which is made from steel but tinted gold to go with the robes


Background: Vytalas was born in HighHaven from two Elven mages, both strongly gifted in the magical arts. His mother, Aria, was a very powerful mage who had fought in many battles, but is mostly known for being in charge of a mage tower. His father on the other hand, spent his entire life hunting dragons, but was killed in battle with one of the beasts.


From a very young age, Vytalas knew he had magical capabilities, from the age of 5 he could fire concentrated electricity from his hands, and at the age of 7 he could fire 2 of these at once. His mother saw this and was greatly intrigued by the expertise her son possessed. He had truly got his abilities due to his parents. A single parent and head mage of the HighHaven mage tower, she had many responsibilities. When Vytalas reached 10, he was taken to the tower and made his home there, gaining private tutelage from his mother.


After 10 years of intensive training, he had reached an incredible level of expertise with magic, he even developed his own form of magic. This magic has been dubbed Astral magic- the manipulation of cosmic energies.


One day, he was training intensively, which was a daily routine for him. When a group of bandits attacked the tower under the cover of night, they killed most of the mages inside, as well as Aria, Vytalas' mother. Heartbroken and filled with the idea of vengeance, he took up the mantle and became head of the tower, beginning a program of reformation for the scarred tower. He has remained head for 5 years, as it seems that his leadership will continue for many years to come.


Strengths:


He has great leadership qualities


He's easy likeable, very kind especially to young mages


He is very calm and patient


Has good manners


Loves helping apprentice mages train


His intellect- knowledge with arcane arts


Weakness:


He can be very stubborn, hates being told what he can and can't do


He can be very cold hearted and has a temper nobody wants to see, however, it takes a lot for people to bare witness to this


He can sometimes go mad with power


He doesn't show mercy to his enemies and always goes all out in a fight

 

[ScarletHood]

Name: Vytalas Corna Ill'Vhelan
Age: 25 years old


Class: Astral Mage


Race: Elf


Weapons: He carries around a staff (As seen in appearance photo) the magical energy expended can be seen central of the crescent moon like tip of the staff. The staff can also be extended for a great melee reach if necessary.


Appearance: View attachment 119017


-eye colour- Midnight Blue


-hair colour- Blonde


-skin colour- He is pale, but he has a golden tint to him, so it looks like he has yellow skin


-usual attire- Vytalas normally wears his high elven mage robes, a mixture of dark and light blue, complimented with golden seams and patterns. He has a helmet which is made from steel but tinted gold to go with the robes


Background: Vytalas was born in HighHaven from two Elven mages, both strongly gifted in the magical arts. His mother, Aria, was a very powerful mage who had fought in many battles, but is mostly known for being in charge of a mage tower. His father on the other hand, spent his entire life hunting dragons, but was killed in battle with one of the beasts.


From a very young age, Vytalas knew he had magical capabilities, from the age of 5 he could fire concentrated electricity from his hands, and at the age of 7 he could fire 2 of these at once. His mother saw this and was greatly intrigued by the expertise her son possessed. He had truly got his abilities due to his parents. A single parent and head mage of the HighHaven mage tower, she had many responsibilities. When Vytalas reached 10, he was taken to the tower and made his home there, gaining private tutelage from his mother.


After 10 years of intensive training, he had reached an incredible level of expertise with magic, he even developed his own form of magic. This magic has been dubbed Astral magic- the manipulation of cosmic energies.


One day, he was training intensively, which was a daily routine for him. When a group of bandits attacked the tower under the cover of night, they killed most of the mages inside, as well as Aria, Vytalas' mother. Heartbroken and filled with the idea of vengeance, he took up the mantle and became head of the tower, beginning a program of reformation for the scarred tower. He has remained head for 5 years, as it seems that his leadership will continue for many years to come.


Strengths:


He has great leadership qualities


He's easy likeable, very kind especially to young mages


He is very calm and patient


Has good manners


Loves helping apprentice mages train


His intellect- knowledge with arcane arts


Weakness:


He can be very stubborn, hates being told what he can and can't do


He can be very cold hearted and has a temper nobody wants to see, however, it takes a lot for people to bare witness to this


He can sometimes go mad with power


He doesn't show mercy to his enemies and always goes all out in a fight

Accepted, you can start posting now!

 

[Lizzy]

(Could I make a dragon as well?)


Name: Lavana Rose


Age: 18


Class: Works at a store that sells silk products


Race: Elf


Weapons: Dagger strapped to thigh, under dress


Appearance:

-eye colour: Bright green


-hair colour: Strawberry blonde


-skin colour: Fair/lightly tanned


-usual attire: Dresses, like in the pic


Background: Her parents were killed by dragons, in the Dragon Hunt, so she lives in a small cottage by herself.


Strengths:


Observant


Magic


Agile


Flexible


Eavesdropping


Smart


Quick fingers


Weakness:


Not much of a fighter


Shy


Easily flustered or frightened

 

[ScarletHood]

(Could I make a dragon as well?)
Name: Lavana Rose


Age: 18


Class: Works at a store that sells silk products


Race: Elf


Weapons: Dagger strapped to thigh, under dress


Appearance:

-eye colour: Bright green


-hair colour: Strawberry blonde


-skin colour: Fair/lightly tanned


-usual attire: Dresses, like in the pic


Background: Her parents were killed by dragons, in the Dragon Hunt, so she lives in a small cottage by herself.


Strengths:


Observant


Magic


Agile


Flexible


Eavesdropping


Smart


Quick fingers


Weakness:


Not much of a fighter


Shy


Easily flustered or frightened

Accepted, I'll pm you the cs for the dragon