Fantasy To Own a Dragon's Heart

[Retro Nova]

@Wild Imagination[/URL])


I forgive you.

[/SPOILER]

 

[Yaoke Saint]

[QUOTE="Wild Imagination]I forgive you.

[/QUOTE]
*bows in penitence*


Thank you Senpai!

 

[Mirgris]

Name:Zedia


Demi-Dragon:Lunar


Appearance:

Spoiler

Weapon:

Sexual Orientation:Straight


Personality:Serious and quiet, he comes off a bit intimidating. In truth he is simply apathetic to the concerns of others, seeking only some meaning for himself. Leaving him aloof, Cold you could say.


Bio: I have climbed mountains, fought in wars, loved and lost. I have lived a long life of battle and travel exploring the world at my leisure. Drinking of the ice from the top of every mountain getting as close to the moon as I can before taking to the skies, until even my wings start to freeze. I seek something deeper, something to do more, then simply live, walk fly and eat though I know not what form it will take.


Additional Information:


Ice Shard Breath


Ice Manipulation Power.

 

[Retro Nova]

Name:Zedia
Demi-Dragon:Lunar


Appearance:

Spoiler

Weapon:

Sexual Orientation:Straight


Personality:Serious and quiet, he comes off a bit intimidating. In truth he is simply apathetic to the concerns of others, seeking only some meaning for himself. Leaving him aloof, Cold you could say.


Bio: I have climbed mountains, fought in wars, loved and lost. I have lived a long life of battle and travel exploring the world at my leisure. Drinking of the ice from the top of every mountain getting as close to the moon as I can before taking to the skies, until even my wings start to freeze. I seek something deeper, something to do more, then simply live, walk fly and eat though I know not what form it will take.


Additional Information:


Whoa, dude is ancient. You sure you don't have a character closer to the rest of us in age. (17 to 27). I'm a little worried he wont be able to connect to the rest of us because of his age. We're all relatively young

 

[Mirgris]

[QUOTE="Wild Imagination]Whoa, dude is ancient. You sure you don't have a character closer to the rest of us in age. (17 to 27). I'm a little worried he wont be able to connect to the rest of us because of his age. We're all relatively young

[/QUOTE]
Sure , connecting will be easy, he will just take a patient father role.

 

[Retro Nova]

Sure , connecting will be easy, he will just take a patient father role.

Okay dokie. Father figure it is. I warn you Sebastian does not like authority figures. ANARCHY!!!

 

[Garnet Marigold]

Name: Garnet Marigold


Demi-Dragon: Earth, Talcon


Appearance: Profile picture


Weapons and Armor: Garnet wears a very light but protective armor set that lets her glide through the air and be agile. Her weapon is a special bow that was given to her by her mother.


Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual


Personality: Garnet is somewhat shy around other people but doesn't mind showing her true self around the other demi-dragons. She is very introverted and likes to live on her own in the mountains or in the forest. (Sorry its a bit short)


Bio: Garnet only knew her mother for a short time, she passed away when young Marigold was only 12. Since then she has met some of the other demi-dragons and doesn't exactly like Sebastian because of how incredibly loud and rude he is to her. Since the age of 14 she has been on her own.


Additional Information: She doesn't quite know how to turn into a dragon and her only powers are being able to create rock formations and dig quite fast underground

 

[Retro Nova]

[QUOTE="Garnet Marigold]
Name: Garnet Marigold
Demi-Dragon: Air, Atmos


Appearance: Profile picture


Weapons and Armor: Garnet wears a very light but protective armor set that lets her glide through the air and be agile. Her weapon is a special bow that was given to her by her mother. It is infused with the sky dragon's power to make arrows as fast as they can be. The arrows can travel across about half of the kingdom in a blink of an eye.


Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual


Personality: Garnet is somewhat shy around other people but doesn't mind showing her true self around the other demi-dragons. She is very introverted and likes to live on her own in the mountains or in the forest. (Sorry its a bit short)


Bio: Garnet only knew her mother for a short time, she passed away when young Marigold was only 12. Since then she has met some of the other demi-dragons and doesn't exactly like Sebastian because of how incredibly loud and rude he is to her. Since the age of 14 she has been on her own.


Additional Information: She doesn't quite know how to turn into a dragon and her only powers are being able to shoot arrows quite fast and be able to glide, she is light like a feather

[/QUOTE]
Your accepted. But you can only be the child of Talcon. I forgot to update the list. Is that okay?

 

[Garnet Marigold]

[QUOTE="Wild Imagination]Your accepted. But you can only be the child of Talcon. I forgot to update the list. Is that okay?

[/QUOTE]
Yeah that's fine, thanks for letting me in even after that little mess up

 

[Garnet Marigold]

[QUOTE="Wild Imagination]Your accepted. But you can only be the child of Talcon. I forgot to update the list. Is that okay?

[/QUOTE]
I updated my info, is it alright that I still be agile?

 

[Retro Nova]

[QUOTE="Garnet Marigold]I updated my info, is it alright that I still be agile?

[/QUOTE]
In your human form yes. But as a Talcon dragon you can the fast. But your defenses will be incredible.

 

[Garnet Marigold]

[QUOTE="Wild Imagination]In your human form yes. But as a Talcon dragon you can the fast. But your defenses will be incredible.

[/QUOTE]
Okie dokie! I'm excited to join

 

[AzileQueen]

Name:


Emyris


Human/Demi-Dragon:


Demi; Solaris


Appearance:

X - X << imagine white hair, white skin, and orange eyes.


Now all we need is "Moves Like Jagger" playing in the background.


Super hot-looking dragon alert!

I'm not sorry


Weapon:


A daikon


...


Nah, she has this really awesome thing called--fists.


Sexual Orientation:


Straight


Personality:


When first coming across Emyris, it seems almost impossible for her to be the daughter of the Great and Violent Solaris. Because she spent most of her days in the badlands/volcano town, being in the city is extremely new to her. With a big appetite from/for a little something called curiosity--and an even bigger one for "food"--Emyris has a strange... diet, let's call it. Anything that she thinks is food, she'll throw in her mouth. Curiosity will probably kill this cat... dragon. Emyris finds herself daydreaming from time to time; in addition to this, oftentimes she is considered naive or gullible. Due to the fact that she isn't embarrassed easily, keeping her head together is relatively easy. Calm and collected, Emyris does her best to reveal no trace of her father. But it's not that easy. When she or her comrades are provoked--or when she believes they are in danger--there is no sign of the previously cool-headed woman. In berserk mode, she's an unstoppable killing machine--the sole reason how she survived in the badlands for so long. Although she's considered a sane person(most of the time), Emyris is also unpredictable. A person could tell her one thing, and she would agree, but next thing you know she's not doing it at all--or perhaps doing the complete opposite! The demi-gods, to her, are her Senpais/Nee-chans/Nii-chans(especially Valditr[even though he probably doesn't like her])--despite the fact that she can kick as much butt as they can--and considers mostly everything that they say. If one of them were to be mad at her, for any reason, she'd be very sad--finding the solution would be her goal. Her emotions are easily triggered by whatever they say, giving some the impression that she is a child.


Bio:


Emyris's mother died during birth. There were no tears of bravery as she died fighting for Emyris's life, and no bloodshed. Actually, there might have been some bloodshed--okay, okay I'm sorry for painting that picture in your head.


Because her father wasn't around to help, she had to rely on someone else--her big, totally human, sister by fifteen years! Unlike Emyris, she once had a protective father. He, being a General, taught her many combatant techniques. Because of this, Emyris's sister, Delora, was also trained in many other combatant training from other professionals. It all came down to this.


After five years of living with her former father--along with the baby Emyris--soon she began to see signs of dragonic heritage. Delora's father wasn't exactly fond of dragons--especially demis--so she ran away with the child in the dead of night. She knew about the Divine Hall, but to her, that was a hen house just waiting to be ambushed. Instead, she decided to bring up the child herself to give her a chance of survival.


So why, you ask, did she bring this child to the badlands, swarming with dragons of all sorts? Well, to bring out her full potential, of course! But, Delora wouldn't go near the volcanos. Not yet, anyway. The woman trained her day and night--no, not both at one time you fool!--but when they slept, they would sleep in the many small towns that laid on the outskirts of the badlands.


Eventually, it was time to go off in search of a dragon. Because honestly, their supply of money was running out(thanks a lot, Delora's father!). So at the age of eight, they roamed into the deep parts of the badlands--where she killed her first dragon. As Emyris grew older, she grew less and less scared of the dragons. But at the same time, the number of the dragon population in the area increased. They wouldn't have done her in at such a young age... but now that she's in her late teens, that little rule no longer holds a meaning.


For once, Emyris couldn't hold off the dragons. Delora held them off for her, sacrificing her own life. Oh, yes. Tears of bravery she did shed--blood, too. Emyris ran back to their camp, and upon reading a map in Delora's very private journal, found her way to the Divine Hall.


Because who doesn't like reading their sister's diary after they have died?


Additional Information:


As a dragon, her favorite foods are metal, jewels, and meat~!


People have often told her that she smells like burning chicken; for some reason, she bursts into tears afterwards.


I might add a little theme music of some sort.


WIP
​

 

[EMP]

Name:


Emyris


Human/Demi-Dragon:


Demi; Solaris


Appearance:

X - X << imagine white hair, white skin, and orange eyes.


Now all we need is "Moves Like Jagger" playing in the background.


Super hot-looking dragon alert!

I'm not sorry


Weapon:


A daikon


...


Nah, she has this really awesome thing called--fists.


Sexual Orientation:


Straight


Personality:


When first coming across Emyris, it seems almost impossible for her to be the daughter of the Great and Violent Solaris. Because she spent most of her days in the badlands/volcano town, being in the city is extremely new to her. With a big appetite from/for a little something called curiosity--and an even bigger one for "food"--Emyris has a strange... diet, let's call it. Anything that she thinks is food, she'll throw in her mouth. Curiosity will probably kill this cat... dragon. Emyris finds herself daydreaming from time to time; in addition to this, oftentimes she is considered naive or gullible. Due to the fact that she isn't embarrassed easily, keeping her head together is relatively easy. Calm and collected, Emyris does her best to reveal no trace of her father. But it's not that easy. When she or her comrades are provoked--or when she believes they are in danger--there is no sign of the previously cool-headed woman. In berserk mode, she's an unstoppable killing machine--the sole reason how she survived in the badlands for so long. Although she's considered a sane person(most of the time), Emyris is also unpredictable. A person could tell her one thing, and she would agree, but next thing you know she's not doing it at all--or perhaps doing the complete opposite! The demi-gods, to her, are her Senpais/Nee-chans/Nii-chans(especially Valditr[even though he probably doesn't like her])--despite the fact that she can kick as much butt as they can--and considers mostly everything that they say. If one of them were to be mad at her, for any reason, she'd be very sad--finding the solution would be her goal. Her emotions are easily triggered by whatever they say, giving some the impression that she is a child.


Bio:


Emyris's mother died during birth. There were no tears of bravery as she died fighting for Emyris's life, and no bloodshed. Actually, there might have been some bloodshed--okay, okay I'm sorry for painting that picture in your head.


Because her father wasn't around to help, she had to rely on someone else--her big, totally human, sister by fifteen years! Unlike Emyris, she once had a protective father. He, being a General, taught her many combatant techniques. Because of this, Emyris's sister, Delora, was also trained in many other combatant training from other professionals. It all came down to this.


After five years of living with her former father--along with the baby Emyris--soon she began to see signs of dragonic heritage. Delora's father wasn't exactly fond of dragons--especially demis--so she ran away with the child in the dead of night. She knew about the Divine Hall, but to her, that was a hen house just waiting to be ambushed. Instead, she decided to bring up the child herself to give her a chance of survival.


So why, you ask, did she bring this child to the badlands, swarming with dragons of all sorts? Well, to bring out her full potential, of course! But, Delora wouldn't go near the volcanos. Not yet, anyway. The woman trained her day and night--no, not both at one time you fool!--but when they slept, they would sleep in the many small towns that laid on the outskirts of the badlands.


Eventually, it was time to go off in search of a dragon. Because honestly, their supply of money was running out(thanks a lot, Delora's father!). So at the age of eight, they roamed into the deep parts of the badlands--where she killed her first dragon. As Emyris grew older, she grew less and less scared of the dragons. But at the same time, the number of the dragon population in the area increased. They wouldn't have done her in at such a young age... but now that she's in her late teens, that little rule no longer holds a meaning.


For once, Emyris couldn't hold off the dragons. Delora held them off for her, sacrificing her own life. Oh, yes. Tears of bravery she did shed--blood, too. Emyris ran back to their camp, and upon reading a map in Delora's very private journal, found her way to the Divine Hall.


Because who doesn't like reading their sister's diary after they have died?


Additional Information:


As a dragon, her favorite foods are metal, jewels, and meat~!


People have often told her that she smells like burning chicken; for some reason, she bursts into tears afterwards.


I might add a little theme music of some sort.


WIP
​

I don't think Valdir likes her at all, he hates everyone. Hate equality, but maybe that doesn't apply to ice dragons.

 

[AzileQueen]

I don't think Valdir likes her at all, he hates everyone. Hate equality, but maybe that doesn't apply to ice dragons.

; ^ ;


Awwwe, she's going to be extremely disappointed.


Especially since she's going to give him a tackle of a hug if he ever comes back.

 

[Jarkov Malachai]

1. Name: Mikhail Arcturus


2. Human/Demi-Dragon:Human through and through.


3. Appearance: Mikhail Arcturus is an intimidating man to behold. Standing well around seven feet tall combined with a heavily muscled physique, tends to dissuade the occasional traveler from pursuing a conversation. Mikhail wears large custom made leather laminar boots with a steel shin guard which covers everything up to his knees. The ex-soldier lovingly calls them his ‘shit kickers deluxe’. His pants are a multi layered thick fabric which has been heavily proofed (reinforced, thickened, hardened, etc). For upper garments he wears a simple rough spun cloth tunic under a large, thick, dark blue fur lined sleeveless overcoat made of the same material his pants are, which lays over a broad, deep chest. The coat is bound with heavy stitching and covered in a sort of fireproof outer layer. It is held shut with many metal latches, straps and buckles that go over the chest region which contain small plates lead interwoven within the many layered overcoat. A multitude of bandoliers, pockets, and pouches line the upper portion of the overcoat and some even down on the tongues of the garment, filled with everything from the days money pouch to highly volatile bottles of Greek Fyre. Mikhails arms can be easily described as small tree trunks, speaking of long hard days without rest or pause in working either a forge, or a Warhammer. His hands and palms are rough and calloused, hands which have had more experience with a blade than a scythe or some farmer’s tool, the hands of a soldier. His head has a mop of long lustrous black hair which sticks up everywhere rather haphazardly as if he was just struck by lightning save for a single warrior braid which drapes down over one of his eyes. Mikhails face is rough and weathered beyond what a man of his years should be, like a weathered tree trunk by the sea. His strong chin and sharp cheekbones couple with that weathered look give him a rugged roguish look that is not uncomely. His nose which was once angled and sleek now lays crooked and bent, evidence of it having been broken and set more than once. But the most pronounced feature of Mikhail which was well known by the end is his grin.


4. Weapon: Mikhails weapon is his mind, you wouldn’t think it but that crazed bastards grin hides one of the most ingenious minds of the century and part of the Iron Legions success has come from his amazing tactical skills. That or maybe its because the plans the man comes up with are so absolutely farfetched that no one ever suspects them.


For actual weapons the man carried around an old longsword in a blue sheathe, a mammoth cross bow that should be considered a small ballista and a bag full of oh so many fun surprises!


5. Sexual Orientation: Doesn’t have one in the least, he loves his job too much.


6. Personality:Can be summed up in a single sentence. One crazy bastard with more bits wisdom than someone would think coming from a guy with half his hair looking like he just woke up from bed or struck by lightning with a single dreadlock falling over his face. Which leads one to wonder just what is under that seemingly carefree and joyous exterior? If man could read minds and could read his, they would recoil from the darkness which lurks about inside of this mans soul. The hell of which he lived through, and that of which will haunt and taint him forever more.


7. Bio: Mikhail Arcturus and his Iron Legion appeared in the realm some ten years ago from up north but though while the Iron Legion has definitely made a name for itself its commanding officers remain mostly a mystery. Mikhail was in a war, that much was certain, a very bad one. Just one look at his shining silver eyes can tell you that those brilliant orbs have seen things, terrible things and the way he pauses every now and then to stare down at his hands makes a man wonder just what those calloused palms have done. Some things, are better left unsaid and untouched. (He does have 8 pages of actual bio but we gotta do a little modification and mystery eh?)


1. Name: Koen Raad


2. Human/Demi-Dragonemi-Dragon Talcon


Appearance: Koen Raad is a 6ft 3in tall human appearing male with a Medium build and a serious muscle Structure as a blacksmiths son. Long hours pounding away at hot unyielding metal has given this lad a very good form. From top to bottom, Koen Raad has brown shaggy hair with a rather annoying cow lick at the back right hand side of his head that thankfully is not often seen due to the black close cropped beanie with strange symbol on the front that he always wears. His hair pushed down and out by the beanie creates a sort of curtain so that his deep ocean blue eyes, the color of the coldest waters in the arctic, are rarely seen from the layer of hair in front of them. His face is is well defined and has a rugged sort of look about it with a strong chin and a small scar on the left hand side where he cut himself as a wee babe with an axe but an all-around good looking young lad.


Broad shoulders and chest are covered by a ash gray sleeveless trench coat which instead of buttons has metallic latches and straps with a high collar that hides Koen Raads neck and some of his lower chin and jaw to the extent that the only visible flesh of Koens head is the eyes and the bridge of his nose when coupled with the beanie. A Steel pauldron in the shape of a wolfs head adorns his right shoulder and a black long sleeved silk shirt lays under the coat and upon which a single silver medallion bounces upon Koen Raads chest, a stark contrast to the material around it.


Weapon: Warhammer, emblazoned with a Wolfshead and dragons tooth.


1. Sexual Orientation: Females all the way.


2. Personality: Koen Raad is another conundrum amongst the Iron Legion, the tall, muscled lad has never said a single word in any ones presence ever. He is a very silent individual with a big heart for the things he is passionate about if you could figure out what those things actually were. He handles himself with a calm, collected and patient approach towards everything but isn’t above pushing ahead if the situation calls for it. Bend like the willow when the wind roars, but stand strong under pressure like the finest of steels.


3. Bio: Koen Raad’s past is another unknown in this whole scenario, Mikhail will proudly boast they rescued the young lad as an orphan from one of the cold northern cities and have taken him under their wing ever since. Kyridian will simply grunt and say they picked up a dog and somehow it turned into a boy, he would have preferred the dog as a dog was more useful and could be eaten if they were all starving. They boy was adopted by the rest of the Iron Legion and quickly took to blacksmithing and the Warhammer to earn his keep amongst these hardened men. His most favorite pastimes are cave exploring and staring up at the sky watching birds fly by and documenting them.


Additional Information: Koen Raad is actually a demi-dragon but has absolutely no idea about it whatsoever and neither does any one in the Iron Legion either. The boys Iron Control over his mental and physical might has kept the other side of him well in check and its never been able to wiggle out.


1. Name:Kyridian the Steel Wall of the North


2. Human/Demi-Dragon:Human


3. Appearance: Kyridian is the shortest of the three, at 5’8 and a very slight build he wouldn’t look to be much of a threat except for the simple fact that he wears more armor than should be godly possible or even reasonable by any stretch of the imagination. The armor in question at one point in time might have been shiny and new silver steel, clean and smooth from the foundries in which it was forged but the years of use and warfare have left their mark upon this metal skin. It is blackened and pock marked from scratches, acid burns, and fire scorch marks. In his right hand, gripped in a black gauntlet is a massive tower shield, as beaten and worn as his armor. It lays easily almost a head taller than the man and is thick enough to turn aside the hardest of blows. Two violet eyes burning with an unholy light peer from the angled slits in the helmet. His face, the few times he has been seen without the helmet is angled and very refined. More predatory than something human with slicked back silver hair and darker skin.


4. Weapon: Kyridian prefers medium range combat and putting his armor and tower shield and spear to work. He also has one of those mammoth cross bows made for him by Mikhail.


5. Sexual Orientation: Doesn’t have one, he doesn’t see the point in such activities.


6. Personality: Kyridian is an outright asshole. He doesn’t care for many things other than killing non-human entities and his empathy towards most other human beings is about the same as one would a rock. Useful tool if nothing else was available but once its purpose served toss it into the trash or off the side of the road. It takes a lot to earn his respect and it MUST be earned. The few beings he actually cares about in the slightest respect is Mikhail, Koen Raad, and those men under his charge. Everyone else is nothing but Chattel as far as the IronClad is concerned.


7. Bio: Kyridian the Steel Wall of the North was in the same war as Mikhail was and is much more forthcoming about details than his Battle-Brother Mikhail. They called it the Breaking Wars, and it was a terrible conflict of which their homeland was decimated for years and only ended recently. Why he and Mikhail left when they were so obviously capable soldiers is something even he refuses to tell. The haunted, hunted look in both mens eyes gives chills to those who gaze too deeply. Apparently he and Mikhail came from a small mountain village in the Androgni range far to the north and it was one of the first victims of said conflict. More prodding and needling have revealed that the two were rather important figures in said war which again only raises the question why these two left their homeland to go so far south.


Additional Information: Kyridian is an extremely adept soldier at defensive tactics and is more or less immune to most attacks front wise and highly resistant to elemental attacks all around. In the wars he was renowned for having never relinquished a single inch of ground to the enemy and all who rushed forward to meet the Iron Clad in combat never left the field of combat. Those oh so cold violet eyes being the last thing they witnessed before that tower shield ended their too brief lives.


The Iron Legion: A group of a hundred or so highly capable veteran soldiers under the direct Command of Mikhail Arcturus with Kyridian the Steel Wall of the North as his right hand man. The group of mercenaries and hunters has gained renown for their rather unorthodox methods of killing dragons and whatever prey they’ve been hired out to eliminate.


Their sigil is a silver Wolfs Head howling at the moon.

 

[Retro Nova]

@EMP[/URL]


Meet your new bad guy friends

 

[Retro Nova]

Name:


Emyris


Human/Demi-Dragon:


Demi; Solaris


Appearance:

X - X << imagine white hair, white skin, and orange eyes.


Now all we need is "Moves Like Jagger" playing in the background.


Super hot-looking dragon alert!

I'm not sorry


Weapon:


A daikon


...


Nah, she has this really awesome thing called--fists.


Sexual Orientation:


Straight


Personality:


When first coming across Emyris, it seems almost impossible for her to be the daughter of the Great and Violent Solaris. Because she spent most of her days in the badlands/volcano town, being in the city is extremely new to her. With a big appetite from/for a little something called curiosity--and an even bigger one for "food"--Emyris has a strange... diet, let's call it. Anything that she thinks is food, she'll throw in her mouth. Curiosity will probably kill this cat... dragon. Emyris finds herself daydreaming from time to time; in addition to this, oftentimes she is considered naive or gullible. Due to the fact that she isn't embarrassed easily, keeping her head together is relatively easy. Calm and collected, Emyris does her best to reveal no trace of her father. But it's not that easy. When she or her comrades are provoked--or when she believes they are in danger--there is no sign of the previously cool-headed woman. In berserk mode, she's an unstoppable killing machine--the sole reason how she survived in the badlands for so long. Although she's considered a sane person(most of the time), Emyris is also unpredictable. A person could tell her one thing, and she would agree, but next thing you know she's not doing it at all--or perhaps doing the complete opposite! The demi-gods, to her, are her Senpais/Nee-chans/Nii-chans(especially Valditr[even though he probably doesn't like her])--despite the fact that she can kick as much butt as they can--and considers mostly everything that they say. If one of them were to be mad at her, for any reason, she'd be very sad--finding the solution would be her goal. Her emotions are easily triggered by whatever they say, giving some the impression that she is a child.


Bio:


Emyris's mother died during birth. There were no tears of bravery as she died fighting for Emyris's life, and no bloodshed. Actually, there might have been some bloodshed--okay, okay I'm sorry for painting that picture in your head.


Because her father wasn't around to help, she had to rely on someone else--her big, totally human, sister by fifteen years! Unlike Emyris, she once had a protective father. He, being a General, taught her many combatant techniques. Because of this, Emyris's sister, Delora, was also trained in many other combatant training from other professionals. It all came down to this.


After five years of living with her former father--along with the baby Emyris--soon she began to see signs of dragonic heritage. Delora's father wasn't exactly fond of dragons--especially demis--so she ran away with the child in the dead of night. She knew about the Divine Hall, but to her, that was a hen house just waiting to be ambushed. Instead, she decided to bring up the child herself to give her a chance of survival.


So why, you ask, did she bring this child to the badlands, swarming with dragons of all sorts? Well, to bring out her full potential, of course! But, Delora wouldn't go near the volcanos. Not yet, anyway. The woman trained her day and night--no, not both at one time you fool!--but when they slept, they would sleep in the many small towns that laid on the outskirts of the badlands.


Eventually, it was time to go off in search of a dragon. Because honestly, their supply of money was running out(thanks a lot, Delora's father!). So at the age of eight, they roamed into the deep parts of the badlands--where she killed her first dragon. As Emyris grew older, she grew less and less scared of the dragons. But at the same time, the number of the dragon population in the area increased. They wouldn't have done her in at such a young age... but now that she's in her late teens, that little rule no longer holds a meaning.


For once, Emyris couldn't hold off the dragons. Delora held them off for her, sacrificing her own life. Oh, yes. Tears of bravery she did shed--blood, too. Emyris ran back to their camp, and upon reading a map in Delora's very private journal, found her way to the Divine Hall.


Because who doesn't like reading their sister's diary after they have died?


Additional Information:


As a dragon, her favorite foods are metal, jewels, and meat~!


People have often told her that she smells like burning chicken; for some reason, she bursts into tears afterwards.


I might add a little theme music of some sort.


WIP
​

Accepted though (:

 

[Moolock]

Name: (Given name: Rythin) Kira Bell


Demi-Dragon: Lunia


Appearance:

Spoiler

She's rather small in dragon form as well with light armor, built for speed and momentum-aided attacks, rather than using raw brute force. Being an adept flier makes her a poor combatant in tight spaces, especially underground.


Weapon: A long spear, 5' tall with one end having a 1'6" spearhead, the other side having a smaller blade, no more than 5" in length. The spearheads are both made of an ice/steel alloy that does not melt, however gives them an opaque, bluish property, much like shards of ice. The shaft is pine wood wrapped in brown leather. She also keeps a set of four knives in two double sheathes on each leg.


Sexual Orientation: Straight


Height: 4'10"


Age: 22


Personality: Kira is very calm, but not relaxed. She's accustomed to trouble finding her and very few times will she lower her guard, at a first glance causing her personality to be closed and timid. At the rare times she does feel safe, she stays quite quiet, sometimes even writing things down instead of talking if she's not in the mood. Being small, Kira doesn't start conflicts, rather seeks to end them, and cannot stand arguing.


Bio: Kira grew up with a good relationship with her mother in a sleepy town just outside Valiance. Being a florist, they lived in the apartment above the shop with a relatively normal life, though Kira was not ignorant to her parentage. They lived cautiously and her mother had one of the village guards teach her combat, just in case the young girl should run into trouble.


Her childhood ended when she was 17. Kira moved out of the apartment over the florist shop and left the village for the alure of Valiance, where she soon got a job suiting her tastes- as a librarian at one of the smaller branches. Life is quiet, she tries to avoid trouble, but that doesn't keep her inside the city. Kira will often take her spear and go on long hikes, sometimes finding a tree to sleep in and spending the night before walking back the next dawn.


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[Retro Nova]

Name: (Given name: Rythin) Kira Bell
Demi-Dragon: Lunia


Appearance:

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She's rather small in dragon form as well with light armor, built for speed and momentum-aided attacks, rather than using raw brute force. Being an adept flier makes her a poor combatant in tight spaces, especially underground.


Weapon: A long spear, 5' tall with one end having a 1'6" spearhead, the other side having a smaller blade, no more than 5" in length. The spearheads are both made of an ice/steel alloy that does not melt, however gives them an opaque, bluish property, much like shards of ice. The shaft is pine wood wrapped in brown leather. She also keeps a set of four knives in two double sheathes on each leg.


Sexual Orientation: Straight


Height: 4'10"


Age: 22


Personality: Kira is very calm, but not relaxed. She's accustomed to trouble finding her and very few times will she lower her guard, at a first glance causing her personality to be closed and timid. At the rare times she does feel safe, she stays quite quiet, sometimes even writing things down instead of talking if she's not in the mood. Being small, Kira doesn't start conflicts, rather seeks to end them, and cannot stand arguing.


Bio: Kira grew up with a good relationship with her mother in a sleepy town just outside Valiance. Being a florist, they lived in the apartment above the shop with a relatively normal life, though Kira was not ignorant to her parentage. They lived cautiously and her mother had one of the village guards teach her combat, just in case the young girl should run into trouble.


Her childhood ended when she was 17. Kira moved out of the apartment over the florist shop and left the village for the alure of Valiance, where she soon got a job suiting her tastes- as a librarian at one of the smaller branches. Life is quiet, she tries to avoid trouble, but that doesn't keep her inside the city. Kira will often take her spear and go on long hikes, sometimes finding a tree to sleep in and spending the night before walking back the next dawn.


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I'm so sorry you did all this for nothing. But I'm not accepting anymore. If you still wish to use the character I have a role play here.


Detailed - Cities Paved in Blood and Fire: Monster Hunters

 

[Moolock]

@Wild Imagination No problem, it's alright. What the name of the other rp or could I have a link to it?

 

[Retro Nova]

@Wild Imagination No problem, it's alright. What the name of the other rp or could I have a link to it?

Added it (: