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[mintis]

𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼
CHARACTER SHEETS

𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼

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[b]Character Name:[/b] Your character's first and last name. (Nicknames go in parentheses)

[b]Race:[/b] Human or Elf?

[b]Age:[/b] Self-explanatory.

[b]Gender:[/b] Self-explanatory.

[b]Sexuality:[/b] Self-explanatory.

[b]Height:[/b] Self-explanatory.

[b]Weight:[/b] Self-explanatory.

[b]Role:[/b] Role within the Coalition (healer, cook, etc)

[b]Markings:[/b] Any special markings that might identify your character. Scars, tattoos, piercings, etc.


[b]Personality:[/b] Your character should have at least two positive traits and two negative traits.


[b]Backstory:[/b] What has happened so far in their life and what are they doing now? Doesn't have to be long, just a brief synopsis.


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[b]Dragon Name:[/b] Self-explanatory.

[b]Dragon Gender:[/b] Self-explanatory.

[b]Dragon Element:[/b] Your dragon's element (fire, earth, storm, etc)

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𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓼
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1. Leader - Haylan Atwood - mintis
2. Second in Command - Celica Hawthorne - The Hero
3. Healer - Selena Vilheart - MasterRed
4. Tactician - Zilas Culstoull - Brook
5. Cook - Marigold Eltonbrand - Lazy Rocktime
6. Spy - Lucien Adair - Danidify
7. Saboteur - Helena Woodsworth - Seabourne
8. Assassin - Aiden Mendel - labyrinthine
9. Berserker - Aron Ironfist - Quados
10. Knight - Addam Strongheart - Bradchon
11. Historian - Anexmander - TheTypestitute
12. Seer - Polina Popova - undeadrat

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𝓷𝓹𝓬𝓼​

Spoiler: Warrick Pearson

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Character Name: Warrick Pearson

Race: Elf

Age: Fifty six

Gender: Male

Role: Leader of the Tihcai

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Dragon Name: Sannith; Deathbreather

Dragon Element: Darkness (Poison mutation)

Dragon Gender: Female

Spoiler: Solomon Wolfe

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Character Name: Solomon Wolfe

Race: Human

Age: Sixty eight

Gender: Male

Role: King of Alera

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Dragon Name: N/A

Dragon Element: N/A

Dragon Gender: N/A

 

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[/div] [/div] [div class="overviewGrid"] [div class="overviewContainer"] [div class="overviewScroll"] Haylan Atwood is the Commander of the Coalition of Riders. His dragon goes by the name of Fyrian, and he is a male dragon of the storm element. The pair have been bonded since Haylan was fifteen years old. Haylan's identifying markings are the variety of scars that cover his body; the nastiest stretching from shoulder blade to hip. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="personalityColumn"] [div class="textContainer"] [div class="textTitle"]personality[/div] [div class="textNoscroll"] [div class="textScroll"] Firstly, Haylan is dutiful; he has a responsibility to the Coalition and that comes before everything else in his life, even his own wellbeing. He is a compassionate leader, and he prefers to keep violence to a minimum when possible. Haylan also believes strongly in treating others with respect - granted, he will only give as much as he gets. He will often go out of his way to help others in need. Haylan also tends to be quite straitlaced, as his youth in a military family instilled particular beliefs that he strives to uphold; he does not try to push his ideals on others, though he is known to reprimand Coalition members when he finds their behavior unacceptable. Finally, Haylan is secretly insecure. Despite being Commander and a member of the Atwood family, Haylan has a hard time believing in himself. Every subsequent failure only drives the thorn deeper. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="dividerGrid"] [div class="dividerImage"]

[/div] [/div] [div class="historyColumn"] [div class="textContainer"] [div class="textTitle"]history[/div] [div class="textNoscroll"] [div class="textScroll"] Growing up in the Atwood family was no easy task. Coming from a long line of Generals, Commanders, and war heros, Haylan was expected to follow in their footsteps from a young age. He underwent rigorous schooling and physical training, and when he bonded with his dragon, Fyrian, the intensity of his work only doubled. He left his home city of Alverton and joined the Coalition at the young age of sixteen, steadily working his way up the ranks ever since. He eventually found himself as a candidate for Commander and participated in the election, beating the other candidate (Warrick Pearson) by a landslide. This ultimately led to the beginning of the war, which Haylan can't help but partially blame himself for. 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[Seabourne]

Spoiler: Helena

Character Name: Helena Woodsworth (Hela or Lena)

Race: Human

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 112 lbs.

Role: Saboteur

Markings: A large white scar on her upper left arm


Personality: Most importantly, Helena is wild and unreserved. She will say what she wants to and does not care who hears it, which is more trouble than its worth. Luckily she is sensible enough to somewhat filter what comes out of her mouth if it'll affect the group, but sometimes she needs a hand firmly clasped over her mouth. Despite this, when completing a job she knows to keep it shut and do what needs to be done. She is very prideful, very blunt, and will be quick to let you know when you've overstepped your boundaries. When first getting to know her she will likely find something to pick at you for, but is quick to warm up and treat you like family. Well, she'll probably still pick at you from time to time.


Backstory: Helena grew up in a town than was bigger than some and smaller than others, the daughter of a butcher and a huntress. She was a bully to the other children, finding strange ways to torment them such as cutting their shoelaces or hollowing out their bread from the bottom, simply to irritate them. As she grew older she grew more focused on justice and honor, especially when her dragon entered her life. She left her town and trained to eventually become a member of the Coalition. (If anything should be changed please let me know, backgrounds are not my strong suit)

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Spoiler: Miremel

Dragon Name: Miremel

Dragon Gender: Male

Dragon Element: Frost

 

[The Hero]

Spoiler: Celica

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Character Name: Celica Hawthorne

Race: Elf

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 6'0 (183 cm)

Weight: 150lbs. (68kg)

Role: Second-in-Command

Markings: She has a small, faint scar on her right cheek.


Personality: If one were to describe Celica, ambitious is a word that would come up frequently. The way she speaks, the way she moves and the way she interacts all convey an upbringing of status. Her gestures and words are certain and deliberate, thoughtfully mulled over in advance or made by her quick wit. A silver tongue backed by playful eyes which makes one think that she was raised to dance around the political stratosphere. She tries to make no enemies unless certain it will put her on the up and up which makes her a superb compromiser. Although, she does have pitfalls which come in the form of pride. Her indomitable pride over her lineage and knowledge can lead her into acting recklessly, making her blind to any type of nuance or subtly. Furthermore, her pride makes her uncomfortable taking orders from a superior, so she will constantly try to usurp or undermine her superior's order in passive-aggressive ways. But of course, when lives are on the line, she will obey or give orders to form the best result.


Backstory:
Celica wasn't rich by any means, but she wasn't exactly poor when growing up on the rivers that leads into Eastcliff. Her small farm was surrounded by people of her own kind and steeped in tradition. It was much more a community than rivalling farms or competitors. She would refer to one neighbour as aunt, another by uncle, and another by cousin despite not actually being related. She was complacent for a pleasant 10 years of her life until the tension over land spilled into her life.

The process was swift. A wealthy family of humans would walk up to her neighbours, offer a sum of money, and threaten if they didn't accept. Some believed the threats to be empty, so they continued to reject the offer. Those people were met with the sight of burnt crops and slaughtered farm animals with no sign of who did it. Although, it was quite apparent who had commited the crime. Left with ruined land, her neighbours had no choice but to sell their land and move away. Soon, Celica found herself with no allies other than on her own farm surrounded by foreign invaders.

At first, she tried to make friends with the new family. They had two young boys around her age, but it didn't turn out so well. She wasn't sure where the boys learned it from, but they had a strange hostility towards elves. Whenever she would invite them to play or ask them if she could join, they would make fun of her ears or lanky figure. It was safe to say that she didn't like this new family. Their harassment only grew crueler as time went on. Eventually, all the hostility culminated on the day Celica had hunted down the bear plaguing the riverside farms. It took months of trapping and wearing down until she could finally land the killing arrow. But as she was dragging the corpse back, the two, now teens, ambushed her.

It was a simple knock to the head, and she was out. Landing on her face, she got a gash on her face by a jagged rock. And when she came to, the boys had already stolen credit for her achievement. Apparently they were quite the students of hers as they described in pain staking detail the lengths she had gone to hunt down the bear. They even mocked her for her passiveness about the problem. It was a complete outmaneuver on their part and frustrated Celica to no end.

Months later, aside from her own personal struggles, her family began to struggle financially as well. The wealthy family decided to continue their expansion down the river. And being one to learn from observation, her father decided to accpet the initial offer given to him. So in that short period of time, she lost her neighbours, pride, and property. Something needed to change before she lost something unrecoverable. This came in the form of a dragon. She and her family were on their way to stay with some relatives at Lindow when she felt a tug in her stomach. It lead her to a travelling merchant robbed of his wares and life.

After giving the soul a proper burial, Celica followed her feeling to a chest ensnared in chains. It was hot. It was burning. The box caught fire and the chains began to melt. Finally after moments of crackling, a small, ruby scaled dragon rolled out. She hopped into Celica's arms, and they were bonded ever since. Through thick and thin, the duo clawed their way to the top of the coalition, falling short of commander. They weren't the strongest or most experienced, but they were resourceful, earnest, and knew when to reveal their cards.

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Dragon Name: Bella

Dragon Gender: Female

Dragon Element: Fire

Spoiler: Bella

 

[Danidify]

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  Character Name: Lucien Adair [1] [2]
  Race: Elf
  Age: 21
  Gender: Male
  Sexuality: Homosexual
  Height: 5'7"
  Weight: 125 lbs
  Role: Spy
  Markings: A few small scars varying slightly in size on his back, chest, legs, and arms. Nothing out of the ordinary for a klutz dragon rider.
  
  
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  Personality: First and foremost, it is not that difficult to notice that Lucien is an introvert at heart. He is rather reserved in general, being a tad on the quiet side although not necessarily shy or socially anxious. The youthful dragon rider can be more sociable and gregarious around people he knows well. Around acquaintances or strangers, well, not so much. It just takes him some time and trust to warm up to people. Communication, simply put, just isn't his strong suit. Neither are any matters to do with emotions, for he himself prefers to keep everything to himself.
  
  Marked with a keen sense of patience and understanding of his own boundaries, Lucien likes to think ahead of time and relying on plans. He can perform well under pressure, managing to remain calm under most circumstances. Partly through his training, he has also gradually grown in making split-second decisions as well, allowing him to adapt swiftly if needed. It goes without saying that Lucien is a pretty decent spy, although his relative inexperience and clumsiness is still the cause of some sloppy mistakes here and there.
  
  Having grown accustomed to working alone most of the time, Lucien acts most coordinated and successful when he's alone. He tends to suffer a bit in terms of teamwork, mostly because he isn't used to thinking about other people's well-being besides his very own when danger comes looming around the corner. Busy or very crowded situations, in general, make him feel rather overwhelmed, so he prefers to simply avoid them.
  
  Shortly put, Lucien is an introverted and patient individual who shines most when tasked to do something independently. He isn't very good with words or emotions, struggling excessively with both respectively, but he tries nevertheless. Furthermore, what he lacks in physical strength and combat knowledge, he makes up for in proper observation skills and his ability to keep calm under plenty of awful circumstances. His initial impression might be a bit on the cold, impersonal side, but deep down he has a heart of gold simply having a hard time coming to shine as well as it truly should.
  
  Backstory: Living a rather humble yet sufficient existence in the city of Wolf Hollow, Lucien was the third to be born into the Adair household. His pearly blue eyes and blond locks of hair nearly made him a copy of his older sister and brother, both of which owned the exact same traits. Appearances, in this case, proved to be deceiving though, for there were plenty of ways the siblings stood out from each other.
  
  Despite their differences, their family was a loving and tightknit one. Of course, there were arguments between the parents and fights between the kids, but each one of those instances ended up being forgiven and forgotten. Lucien's childhood would become one he would look back to with a smile. It was a time he can cherish, and miss.
  
  While most of his family's interests regarded what was hidden below the ground, Lucien always favoured looking up at the sky. He, quite frankly, wanted absolutely nothing to do with the resources his father searched hard for every day. Instead, he dreamt of travelling and discovering the other, much more interesting secrets the world was still hiding. That dream would eventually become true, although perhaps not in the way he had imagined. It did, however, take a few years of work before it would.
  
  The day Lucien bonded with a dragon was a peculiar and truly odd one. For when he one day accompanied his father to the mine, Lucien found himself catching a glimpse of a white figure flashing past awfully close. Going out to investigate, Lucien climbed up considerably high only to come in contact with a dragon now known as Nayah, his slightly small but surely dextrous friend.
  
  Roughly 1 year before the rising tensions did Lucien join the Coalition, finding himself in the position of spy. With Nayah's exceedingly quick speed and wit alongside Lucien's eye for detail and knack for keeping a low profile, there wasn't much protest against it. Nayah and Lucien have both been loyal to the Coalition ever since, their trust and dependence growing when Wolf Hollow was overtaken by the Tihcai, leaving him unable to contact his family. It's only made him more eager to do his part in the conflict, wishing for it to be over as soon as possible.
  
  For once, he is homesick.
  
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  Dragon Name: Nayah
  Dragon Gender: Female
  Dragon Element: Wind
  

 

[labyrinthine]

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Generally, Aiden appears to be a soft person. Neither timid nor blunt, is how one would describe him. His manner of speaking is somewhat gentle and he rarely ever raises his voice, though he isn't much of a talkative person as well. He is kind and generous; it's hard to get on his bad side. Patience isn't a stranger to him, he doesn't have a bad temper.

Aiden's negative persona is shown scarcely, or rather, hidden. When he finds it obligatory, he isn't afraid to be a brute. He was never one to care that much for others' opinions, much less his own state in life. He can be manipulative and deceitful but he never does it for fun.

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Aiden comes from a line of assassins in which there was a tradition where you could only have at least one male child. Aiden's mother died during birth, making her an only daughter. Her father, fearing he'd be put to shame, raised Aiden as a boy. Aiden grew accustomed to this and grew up in a large village, being called the pronoun "he." They kept it a secret with the use of binders and whatnot.

Aiden never questioned his father, and continued to live life as it was. He grew to love daggers, and when time came, he loved his dragon, too. He was skilled in his abilities, and eventually found himself in the Coalition.

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[Quados]

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Character Name: Aron Ironfist

Race: Human

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Sexuality: straight

Height: 192 cm

Weight: 93 Kg

Role: Berserker

Markings: He has several scars on his torso and his arms, resembling claw marks (he loves to play rough with his dragon) he has a skull tattooed on his face.


Personality: He is loud, laughs to much and loves fighting way too much, but he is always there for his friends and he would never even think about betrayal, you need someone for a dangerous job and he is the one who will take it.


Backstory: Aron grew up in a small village fsr off in a forest. His father took him always with him when he went hunting or when they needed new wood. His father thought him that everyone can be s friend and that he shouldn't be afraid to say what he wants to say.

One time, as his father took him into the woods, a big storm build up and Aron was thrown of a cliff, after a lightning crashed into the ground right next to him. After Aron stood up, he saw that he fell deep into a cave, he was hurt but not bad enough that he couldn't climb back up. He heard his father scream for him and he assured him that he was fine but he felt a burning sigh in his back. It made him feel anxious but it intrigued him also, so he went deeper into the cave and as he went deeper, the uneasiness and the burning feeling grew bigger, it was like raging forest fire when he entered another room in this cave, where this giant, golden sat, looking at him like a judge and his voice thundered through the cave 'So you are the one, the one I searched for and the one my soul chose... You are small and seem to be more like a wild animal rather then a man, but can I reject the man my soul chose...? Proof yourself, fight me, show me that you are more then just an animal!' It was a very short fight, but Agur saw something in the eyes of this young man, something that moved him so much that he now understood why his soul chose him.

That was 17 years ago, in that time Aron became a great warrior and very skilled with his battleaxe, just in the hope to beat his partner just once (what he never did) and Agur, the one who took the boy out of the forest still tries to take the forest out of the boy (he made Aron eat with a fork, so he makes progress).


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Dragon Name: Agur

Dragon Gender: male

Dragon Element: earth

 

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basics.

nickname: Elma

full name: Marigold Eltonbrand

age: 33

gender: female

sexual orientation: undisclosed

role: cook

appearance.

height: 160cm

weight: 42kg

build: waifish

skin tone: peachy on the pale side

hair: short (neck-length), bangs combed down to cover the left side of her face

hair color: natural cyan, looks either green or blue in certain lighting

eye color: light green without luster

markings: aged scars over the region where her left eye should be, she has it covered by her hair

race: human

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personality

[div class=scroll] Elma has a general aloof vibe that would discourage people from interacting with her if it wasn't for her being responsible for the nutrition of the team. This aloofness is less about her being too arrogant to talk to people and more her far too absent-minded to hold a normal and coherent conversation.

This timid, soft-spoken, almost-40-year-old woman is a total airhead, always finding some way to blank out of the current situation and get lost in her own thoughts. She also consistently shows eccentric and immature behavior, both when left to her own devices and when 'socializing'. Nevertheless, she is as dutiful and disciplined as dragon riders need be and she is quite devoted to her role as a cook.

In a sense, Elma does seem (and is) unapproachable, but she is doing her best at being a good person and will care for you and your stomach at every turn.

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likes.

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good food
archery
butterflies
milk

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dislikes.

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hunger
the smell of fish
loud noises
negativity

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history

[div class=scroll]Elma had a very simple upbringing. She was born rather distant from common society, in a modest hut to a loving couple of hunters. Thus, her trade growing up was hunting and archery. For a while, life was so simple. Day in, day out, it was just hunting and eating and enjoying life to the fullest. She could care less about the world beyond this. This wouldn't last long.

One day, the game Elma would normally hunt suddenly became sickly and malnourished. From the deer to the pheasants right down to the grass itself, they all faced some form of disease that made them unfit to eat. And yet this family was not the only hunter around. The wolves are keen to the dwindling prey and this little pack of humans might mean bringing meat back on the menu. Those were stressful times, balancing getting enough food and trying not be food, and they couldn't live like this forever. So Elma and her parents made the decision to leave the woods of their home and find civilization.

Easier said than done. The nearest town was at least a two days' walk away, and starving people didn't walk fast. A day's walk into this trek and Elma had already collapsed from hunger, unable to walk any further. Night was closing in and so were the ravenous wolves. Her parents were willing to die here, willing to die for the life of their daughter. And they would, fighting off wolf after damned wolf, but even as they laid down their lives, Elma still wasn't safe. Weakly, she could see bloody fangs and claws coming close. Weakening still, she closed her eyes and prayed to however might be listening. Lucky for her, someone was listening.

Out of nowhere, a roar sounded and the biggest, baddest dragon Elma had ever seen swooped in from the night sky. Its scales were like black glass that cracked to reveal an unnatural green hue. It was pretty much a horrifying thing straight out of nightmares and even the wolves realized this, running away back in the woods. The dragon's claws reaching for her was the last thing Elma saw before completely blacking out.

Upon waking up, she was in a warm and comfy bed, nothing like the beds she was used to. Elma was convinced she was dead, but then she saw someone else come in and it wasn't an angel. It was a nurse and he informed her that she was now in the company of the Coalition of Dragon Riders and that she was left here by a particularly powerful dragon. She knew that dragon riders were people that rode dragons, but she didn't know anything about a Coalition and it wasn't like she cared. What she cared about was the dragon that saved her. Turns out it wasn't far away either. HE introduced himself as Samael and Elma didn't know why, but she felt a connection to this dragon and she also felt that this connection was mutual. Thus, with the briefest exchange of words, an unbreakable bond was formed between woman and dragon.

Elma, meanwhile, felt like she owed something to the people that saved her. Spurred by Samael's words of honor and dignity (things she never cared about before), she joined up with the Coalition and served dutifully in their ranks. She proved to be a talented rider and warrior over the course of many years of service, but she did not rise quickly through the ranks, nor did she had the desire to.

Some thought that this was because she lacked the mental capacity to be a true decorated soldier, but she didn't care about that. Elma was quite content just cooking for the rank and file. Even when the turncoat Pearson went turncoat, the only concern she had was whether he and his cronies had enough food for the road.

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[MasterRed]

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Character Name: Selena Vilheart



Race: Elf



Age: 29



Gender: Female



Sexuality: Bisexual



Height: 4’11



Weight: 94 lbs



Role: Healer



Markings: Her youthful appearance, and noticeable green hair the colour of her eyes.





Personality: A reckless and overly stubborn young woman, Selena does not cut the average image of a healer. Angry, frustrated and easily wound up, Selena would have cut a much better figure on the front lines, would it not be for her fraility. This is not to say she lacks kindness- she’s an empathetic woman in her own way. Good luck getting her to admit it, however. She’s intelligent and book smart, passionate about medicine, passionate in general. She holds grudges easily, and when she's seemingly calm despite her anger, someone or something has gotten on her hit list.





Backstory: A child of two well respected riders, Selena was expected to carry on in their footsteps. This expectation lasted all of two years until people noticed Selena's growth was abnormal. Shorter and younger looking than she should be, frail and barely heavier than underweight, and unruly hair of odd colouration that grew several times faster than it should. This was not completely unknown, being a rare disease that affected very few elf children, but it left Selena unsuited for combat, for picking up a weapon. This did not stop her. She learned medicine, the art of healing, all she could to help those on the battlefield that she could keeping in mind her fraility. Her parents were among the ones killed by the Tihcai, and she was filled with a desire for vengance against them, a white hot rage in her heart barely dimmed by the time recently she bonded with her dragon.

Spoiler

Dragon Name: Astra



Dragon Gender: Female



Dragon Element: Ice

 

[Braddington]

Spoiler: Addam Strongheart

Race: Human

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 170 lbs.

Role: Knight

Markings: A scar on his eyebrow, multiple scars on his back which he is rather self conscious of

Personality: Addam can come across as arrogant, but this comes from a deep sense of needing to prove himself to the world. His humble beginnings giving him a drive to make himself known to the world, a name and figure in future history books and a legend for the downtrodden and the poor that come after him. The outward personality he exudes is merely an extension of that. He is ambitious, there is no task, dangerous or otherwise, he would refuse. Going into such dangers boldly and with a drive not even he truly understands. Charming is another word he would also use to describe himself, charisma having been learnt rather than natural.


Backstory: Addam had a relatively rough childhood. Born near the city of Ashborne, his parents were already deeply in debt to money lenders within by the time he was born. This only increased with his arrival. To raise a child and keep three mouths fed during that time took great tenacity and hard work, just about keeping their chin above the water. The family even shed their last name, a tradition dating back a few generations, simply to delay such lenders in their search for what was theirs. As he grew, however, the costs increased, education became important, more food was needed as were travel costs for their son. This led them to a places they never should of gone. The debts increased evermore until eventually, they simply couldn't hide anymore. Thugs came to where they were staying, and, without violence, took Addam away from his parents and brought him to the city with a blindfold. The next time it was removed, he was being sold in a back-alley secret slave auction. Purchased by a rich man for a months worth of food in gold.

His life as a slave was one of hardship, of whippings, of humiliation. Internally, he had a spark, however. He would not submit, no matter how hard they hit, no matter what they threatened or said. He knew his day would come. Then, it did, in the form of a dragon. Estara the Golden Beauty, as she was known to most, flew into the manse of his master one morning. Estara was known far and wide as one of the most beautiful dragons in the world, going on a hundred years she had not yet bonded with anyone and Kings, nobles and rich men wanted her with a ferocious tenacity. Yet she had rejected each one, no bond having been made. Addam was assigned the duty of tending to her, giving her food, drink, anything she wanted. A task he deliberately messed up in order to ruin his masters chances with such a magnificent dragon. Estara, despising the practice of slavery, believing it limited the chance of future heroes and legends, enjoyed the spectacle immensely, naming him "Strongheart" for his disobedience. Then, they both felt it. The bond. With that bond, there was nothing the Master could do as he climbed on the back of the treasure of Lords and Kings, and flew into the distance.

With a visit to his parents after diligently working to get them out of Ashborne, a task he succeeded in, he joined the Order without a second thought.

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Spoiler: Estara the Golden Beauty

Dragon Name: Estara

Dragon Gender: Female

Dragon Element: Light​

 

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Anexmander - The Emerald QuillRole: The HistorianRace: Elf
Age: 27

Gender: Male
Sexuality: Sapioromantic, Demisexual
Height: 6'2"Weight: 143 lbs
Markings: His lips often have a blue, purple tint from where he chews on his quills when writing and thinking
Personality: Anexmander is a calm, gentle and attentive man, who can't stand violence of any kind, and rarely partakes in it, even if it would mean his own problems might be solved much faster through it. As it is, he will listen carefully to all sources of information presented to him, before carefully following a set course. He is also rather dismissive of those whom would deny his pacifist tendencies, finding those with primal and 'traditionally' domineering personalities to be rather irritating and socially displeasing. He also likes being alone with his dragon, often spending days not speaking, not reaching out, not really interacting with anyone as he reads, and writes for hours on end.
Backstory: Anexmander was born in the city of Lindow 27 years ago. There he lived a quiet life with his mother and father, whom both were quite busy, and so left him with his nannies, and then - in time, his tutors. By the age of 16 he had read every book in his house at least two times, and most of what the local library had to offer. He did his schooling as most did, finishing by the age of 20, where even the best of the city told his parents that "We really have nothing further to tell him." As such, his parents let him alone, continuing with their work, insisting that he make his own way. Which of course, he did.
For the next four years he traveled north, sailing in small fishing vessels, paying his way up the coast, visiting old war sites, old fortresses and cities, learning how to draw and record maps, and local histories, stories, myths and other strange and amazing histories of the world. He found that he loved the chase of information. More so than anything else. The adventure. The discovery. His own city had bored him. He was passively learning history. Not discovering it. Now he was free. Now he could learn. His mind finally felt alive. Then he heard of the famed absent city. The dead city. Filled with ghosts and the mystery. He sold much of his things, bought a small sailing boat, and crossed the ocean between the continents, landing on the beaches of Fal Asari a few days later.

He spent the better part of a week there, tired, hungry and alone, studying, copying and recording histories - trying to find clues. When he realized that he had no food left. No way to get back without dying of hunger on the ocean, he started for the mountains, hoping to find some food. There he found nothing, at which point he accepted his death. He lay down, securing his findings and his books, making sure that if someone found his body, they would get the research. His eyes still closed, he took deep breaths, when suddenly there was a thud, a crash and a loud growl. A large green dragon stood next to him.
Anexmander looked at the dragon, nodded at him - before asking if the dragon would be so kind so as to take his findings back to the city - a dying wish, if you will. The dragon - who turned out to be an ancient Rock Dragon, who had a proclivity for histories himself, helped him to a secret stash - books, scrolls, and other research - where he was fed, and helped. It turns out the dragon was the famed - Essotus - the Wyrm of Tomes, almost 250 years old, without a rider. Having been looking for a soul averse to conflict and fame, he found that Anexmander had a soul for ink and paper - much like he did. For the next few years they lived, traveled and grew together. The rest... is history.
Dragon Name: Essotus - The Wyrm of Tomes - 248 years old, only been bonded for 3 years.

Dragon Gender: Male

Dragon Element: Earth Dragon

 

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Spoiler

Artist: phamoz on DeviantArt

Character Name: Polina Yakovlevna Popova of the Pythian Eye (Polya)

Race: Human

Age: 20

Gender: ♀

Sexuality: Undisclosed

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 110 lbs

Role: The Seer

Markings: Her palms are tattooed to help with her scrying. On her left is the closed eye—her right, the sigil of her order: seven eyes arranged in a circle. Various phrases of good fortune are etched into her skin; faint white scars in a foreign code ask for the goodwill of the Gods, to allow her to see their divine plans, and to command her as they see fit.

Personality: She's a pessimist at heart. Despite being part of the Coalition, she does not believe that victory is in their future. She's the type to surrender when facing unfavourable odds and indeed, she would have already done so if not for the murders of her fellow Riders. Life is still dear to her and this isn't like throwing down your sword while sparring, or forfeiting a game of chess. From what she's heard, Warrick Pearson's mercy is rather volatile... a value too unstable to bet herself on. She wishes to simply run away; surely, there are worlds beyond Alera's borders. She is only bound to this fight due to the wishes of her dragon, Asmund. As she is an honest person, she will do her best to fulfill her vows—promises made to people, not organizations. This doesn't mean that she will do it happily—as of now, the fights between the two have left their relationship quite strained. While her negative quips may bring morale down and drive tempers up, she's not an unfriendly person. She'll help you chop the firewood, boil water, wash clothes, or be your partner in a drinking competition—she'll just remind you of your imminent death while doing so.

Backstory: In the town of Dunwich, Polina Yakovlevna Popova was born into the cult of the Pythian Eye. Not that she knew what it was at first. To her, the Pythian Eye was family. Although it was large, it was a secluded community and only the Seers and their Keepers were permitted to talk to outsiders. Still, there were many other children in the Eye, and her life was not entirely without happiness. She learned to sew, cook, clean, and when she grew up, to take care of the other children. When she turned fourteen, however, Polina Yakovlevna began to show symptoms of being a genuine Seer. Her dreams grew more viscous in quality, materializing around her head when she slept. The lines between the past, present, and future blurred; she would speak like an infant one day, and a toothless hag the other. Her eyesight waxed and waned with every sunrise. After a few days of observation, she was immediately relieved of her former duties by the leaders of the Eye and sent away to their main branch in Norfolk.

There she learned that the Pythian Eye's reputation as a clan of grifters held truth, though it would take a few years for her to realize it. True Seers were a rare breed in Alera and the Eye did not hold claim to them as much as their scriptures read. The ones she'd known at home had been tricksters, selling their bodies as much as their wild predictions. And though she was not the first Seer they had discovered, she had something their other subjects did not—an upbringing through the Pythian Eye, making her compliant and unquestioning. They were desperate to both control and unlock her powers and as such, she was a guinea pig to their methods—which ranged from intoxication to bloodletting rituals to intense fasting. Through these experiments, one thing was certain. The closer she became with death, the clearer her mind became. It was only logical, according to the Eye. Mortality was anathema to the Gods' very existence. To understand the divine, one would have to strip themselves of all humanity, all reason. Her emotions would have to be the first to go.

The years went by and Polina Yakovlevna accepted them without complaint. Despite spending four years in Norfolk, she was confined in the Pythian Eye's sanctuary. On luckier days, she would catch glimpses of the colourful merchants and their exotic goods outside. She loved their playful way of speaking, especially when they got away with passing off second-hand goods as the real thing made by who-or-what. But that was as close as she'd get to speaking with the merchants... just a few glances out the window. Along with the rare comments from the other Seers (when the Keepers weren't present), it was this act of being denied to meet with the outsiders that sowed little seeds of doubt in her head. It wasn't fair—back in her village, Seers and their Keepers were the only persons allowed to greet outsiders. And although she never questioned her Keepers, wasn't it going against their teachings to deny her this activity? Wasn't she supposed to be out there, reading peoples' fortunes and converting like-minded strangers to the Pythian Eye? (though of course, they'd never be true members of the Eye, having had an upbringing outside the cult).

But while she entertained the thought of asking why, she remained obedient, demure, and virtuous. Her training continued and as she practiced reading palms, cards, and smoke, any thoughts of merchants were a distant memory. Her first Divination came at the age of eighteen. In a trance-like state, she saw and knew the pale dragon, Asmund, would destroy Dunwich. The effort turned her hair white—a small reminder of the future. Her Keepers allowed her to return home under strict supervision for two reasons: to verify that her vision would come true, and if so, to publicly declare her tamed powers to the cult. It was a decision they would regret, for when Asmund arrived from the chalky-white cliffs, the beginnings of the bond between Rider and Drake shattered what remained of her mental servitude. The emotions that the Eye had tried to lock away had been freed, even if Polina Yakovlevna had no name for what she felt. All she knew was that Asmund was right. The rest of the world was wrong—Dunwich, the Pythian Eye, what little she'd seen of Norfolk—all of it. It was here she learned the imprecise qualities of her art, as Asmund did not drown the village—first, he carried her away to his seaside nest.

During that flight, she learned the truth behind his rage. Sailors from Dunwich had ventured into forbidden territory, driven by liquid courage, in an attempt to steal a dragon egg. In their hasty retreat, they'd smashed it on the jagged rocks beneath the cliffs. He would not kill her, the drake assured her. Not with the bond that they felt. But the rest of the village was doomed, soon as he'd stored her in a safe place. The price of one dragon hatchling was far more than what Dunwich had to offer. Polina Yakovlevna knew she had to act fast. Despite what she'd felt earlier, Dunwich had been her childhood home. And while she didn't know what her place in the world was anymore, she knew that the friends she'd grown up with still lived in that village. For the second time in her life, she let herself fall into a trance. Wisps of the future poured from her mouth, impressing upon Asmund a vision of a mound of shattered eggs. When she awoke from her dream-like state, she was relieved to find themselves back on the sea-cliffs—overlooking an untouched Dunwich. The punishment for reading off the Gods' divine planes again had brittled her bones, weakening her body. But she'd gained a powerful guardian in return. One who would fight for her—no, them. She was enough payment, he'd said. Dunwich had taken a child from him so in turn, he would take a child from them.

Their minds welded as one, Polina Yakovlevna Popova and Asmund joined the Coalition. It was only a year in their contract before the war began. Before she wanted to run, and he to fight.

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Artist: Allagar on DeviantArt

Dragon Name: Asmund

Dragon Gender: ♂

Dragon Element: Water

 

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Role: Tactician

Spoiler: Dual Swords

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[/div] [/div] [div class="scrollBox two"] [div class=mainHeader style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"] Characteristics [/div] [div class=mainSubheader] Markings [/div] [div class=mainText] The front of Zilas's shoulder has visible burn marks. Other than that, his flesh seems pretty fresh compared to other battle-hardened members in the Coalition. [/div] [div class=mainSubheader] Personality [/div] [div class=mainText] Despite his accomplishments, ZIlas is the black sheep of his family and because of this, he has never felt like he truly belonged anywhere including the Coalition. Being a tactician, Zilas is always thinking. Even if he is in the middle of simple interaction with a stranger, he is always thinking if there are hidden meanings behind their words or how he can turn a conversation into his advantage. Though he has not been officially disowned, Zilas claims he has no emotional relationship with his parents, and his family is his family in name alone. While Zilas is capable of protecting himself with a blade, he prefers to manipulate and trick his adversaries into defeat. He believes in the philosophy that "the supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting" which is one of the many things on a long list for which he is looked at differently than the rest of his family. Even so, he is not one to get into a verbal or physical argument with anyone. Zilas likes to believe that he is a ghost that is only seen when he wants to. If he has an issue with someone, he will do his best to take them down politically or in a way that doesn't publicly involve him. After all this, people may think that Zilas is a stone cold man but he has a compassionate side. He rarely shows it in public as he thinks that emotion is a tool that can be used against you whether it be love or anger. Zilas does not seem to have any friends in or outside of the Coalition and it is known that if he does speak, it is only to his dragon companion. His view on the Coalition is that it needs to go into a different, a more violent, direction but that is something that he would never admit out loud. Despite what many people may think about him, he stands behind the Coalition fully. Zilas thinks of everyone as a foe until they prove themselves otherwise. [/div] [/div] [div class="scrollBox three"] [div class=mainHeader] Zilas's Past [/div] [div class=mainText] Family

• Giselda Culstoull - Mother (deceased)
• Frederick Culstoull - Father
• Ruz Culstoull - Eldest Brother (deceased)
• Lionel Culstoull - Second Oldest Brother (deceased)

Zilas was born into House Culstoull, a house of nobility tho resided in a fortress just over a day's ride away from Alverton (the capital of Alera). Residents of the fortress included his many cousins, two brothers, and his two parents. His family's feelings towards him were set in stone the day he was born, as his mother died almost immediately after giving birth. He would always be known as the child who killed his mother. His family was known to make great warriors who relished fighting on the battlefield which was something they were very proud of so it was a surprise when Zilas showed no interest in fighting. His father made him pick up the sword by the age of eight but Zilasn't interested. He was more fixated on reading history books or learning about battles rather than being in the middle of it. He saw every soldier as a board game piece which the master tactician could control. To him, strategizing was much more enjoyable as he got to see the full picture in contrast to soldiers on the field who were simply following orders. It even came to a point where Zilas fully skipped out on his scheduled training sessions which infuriated his brother. Quickly, Zilas became the laughing stock in the family because he couldn't live up to his brother's potential. No matter how many times his father would yell or beat him, Zilas refused to be put in the same category as the rest of his family. He even went so far to call the entire family a pile of meatheads in public. Eventually, his father gave up on trying to make his son Zilas into a proper warrior. His family was under the impression that because he was more interested in reading, that he was incapable of fighting which was in fact, false. Zilas would practice last nights by himself but he wasn't aiming to become better than his brothers. Members of his family barely spoke to him which was something that Zilas didn't mind. Of course, he sometimes felt lonely, but he would sometimes pretend that his mother was still with him and speak to her. The imaginary ghost of his mother was one of the few things that he found comfort in. He couldn't understand how his family could hate him just because he didn't value the same things as him. As years passed by, Zilas became more comfortable with battle strategies and formations. Over time he even came to despise his family for not ever showing him love. He came to his own conclusion that his family hated him ever since he left his mother's womb. He was destined for this life from the start. Even after a couple months of skipping training, he went back to it but nothing he ever did would make his father happy and he had to accept it. At the age of 21, Zilas had established himself as a decent warrior and a good tactician had never seen a battle on a global-scale but he was kept responsible for any incoming invasions on the fortress and was event sent out once to foreign lands to help other commanders in battle. It seemed everyone respected him (out of praise or fear) except his direct family. Coming home from Alverton, it was made known to Zilas that his brothers and several other men had been killed in an attempt to kill a dragon which was disturbing their routine patrols by eating farm animals and low-ranking soldiers. His father had locked himself in his room, filled with sorrow. While the rest of his house was in tears, Zilas picked up a sword and took a group of four soldiers with him despite several warnings from his aunt not to. Zilas was less interested in killing the dragon and more interested in seeing it in person. They were too close to the capital for him to believe that an intelligent being such as a dragon would be reckless enough to kill his own people. Zilas made his way to the dragon's last known location by horseback and sure enough, the gray fur-lined beast was laying there as if he was expecting more humans to see him. The best got up on all fours and roared loudly causing the men behind Zilas to step back in fear, one of them even running back to his horse. Zilas did not move from his spot as the dragon curiously walked towards the group with a low grumble in his throat. Zilas was not afraid and at the time, he wasn't sure why. The man also refused to remove his sword from its sheath and simply stood there, watching the dragon closely. The beat circled Zilas, wondering why he had not run off yet while his other soldiers hid behind their mounts. No one knows what Zilas said to the dragon that day but whatever it was made the best lower himself to allow Zilas to get on top of him. When the sole heir to his House returned to the fortress, he was told to kill the dragon but he refused. Ever since he brought the dragon home, Zilas and his father's relationship has been turned to dust. [/div] [/div] [div class="scrollBox four"] [div class=mainHeader] Nocturne, The Storm Elemental [/div] [div class=mainText]

Spoiler: Nocturne's Appearance

Name: Nocturne, a name he was called decades before he met Zilas Gender: Male Element: Nocturne is a storm elemental dragon, his lightning producing a black color which is something Zilas has never understood Age: 222 Light Description: Nocturne is quite large for his age, but at the same time is slimmer than the average dragon. Even though he has the ability to kill with electricity, Nocturne much prefers to chase down his prey and rip them into shreds. His slim figure makes him one of the faster dragons of his elemental type. Nocturne uses his agility to his advantage and has no problem moving quickly on the ground or maneuvering around geographical obstacles. Despite his time with Zilas, Nocturne's aggressive personality has barely changed since they first met. He only listens and speaks to Zilas through mind link if they are in public, not seeing others worthy to hear his voice. Sure, he will always work with Zilas but his first priority is always to kill. His voice is deep and has a heavy raspiness to it as if his throat is filled with smoke. It should go without saying that Nocturne does not "play" well with others. Some who know of Zilas say that there are rumors that his odd behavior is because of his unnaturally close relationship with this drake. Nocturne repeatedly tries to convince Zilas to leave the Coalition as it is limiting his potential (though that is probably because Nocturne wants to be able to kill anyone he wants). [/div] [/div] [/div][/div] [/div][/div] [/div][/div][/div]