Hope and Promise in Dragonflight

[GuardianOfHearts]

[an original and literate RPG by GuardianOfHearts]​

[.story​

Lightning raced across the dark sky, followed closely by the boom of thunder. Rain poured down in an endless wave of sorrow, like falling shards of glass. Amidst the shadow of the storm, a great white form flew against the turbulent winds. The dragon constantly looked over her muscular shoulder, as though searching for some enemy behind her. A large, indistinguishable shape was clutched in her sleek ivory talons, weighing her down slightly, but she beat her wings all the harder to keep well aloft.

Over the clash of thunder around her, a bloodthirsy screech was carried on the fierce winds. A moment later, it was joined by several others as a small flock of midnight-black creatures dove from above the cover of the clouds. They flew on tattered wings and snapped their beaks, gaining on the fleeing dragon. Though each one of the creatures was only a quarter of her size, they used the advantage of number to outweigh her strength. One swooped down to her back leg, the vicious claws that had initially driven her from her cavern raking through the air to rip three slashes in her side. The dragon bellowed and whipped her head back around to bite one of her attackers, but it dodged and alighted on her back, digging its claws into her scales. The others darted around her, giving her small wounds that nonetheless bled fatally, like the stain of scarlet on snow. The pounding rain dripped crimson from her, and she fell a few feet, clutching her charge tighter. One of the demonic creatures flew to her talons and tried to disrupt what she was carrying, but with all the strength and speed of a protector defending a loved one, she reached out and snapped at its neck, effectively killing it and saving her charge. Her pearl-colored eyes were alight with a fiery rage and desperation. She lashed her tail from side to side, trying to beat away her foes, but there were too many, and they were too hungry. And her wounds were too many to keep up....

A sudden sharp pain, far more acute than anything she had suffered beforehand, blossomed from the back of her neck. She dropped several feet, wings outsretched as the creatures gathered at the base of her neck and clawed at the wound. Her keen vision started to dim as she let out a keening wail, not out of physical agony, but of the knowledge that she had failed. As she fell, convusling in her final moments, she opened her talons and finally let go of what she had been clutching. Pure white, metallic dragon feathers spiraled down with the rain as several larger shapes plummeted to the ground so far below. The dragon let out one last cry before the light in her eyes dimmed out, and with that sound, an almost blinding flash lit up the area, enveloping the eggs she had sacrificed herself to save and protecting them from harm as they landed in various places throughout the land....


If anyone had looked up into the stormy sky that night, they might have caught a glimpse of the last remaining dragon, bravely trying to carry her clutch of eggs away to safety after a flock of hungry gryffen-like creatures had chased her from her home in hopes of making her and her eggs their meal.

Ever since the Great War started more than a century ago, when scores of human kingdoms battled against the dragons they had come to fear, their race had been dwindling; nearly wiped out, only the elder dragons could remember a time when there was harmony, when people and dragons sometimes bonded to become Riders. But that was long ago, even before the year when new inhabitans of their world started appearing; fell, dangerous creatures that were equipped with sharp talons, fangs, and bloodthirsty hunger- demons of violence, born from souls of the dead, the result of the massacre people called a "necessary war" that the world itself had been revolted by.

Even after the War ended, both races were not as great as they once were, none more so than the dragons, who had just a scant handful of each other left, and weakened at that. Most humans still held a grudge against the dragons, and it was common for a kingdom to be passively violent to them. One by one, they were killed by the demons or stricken from older wounds, until only white Talithia and her clutch was left. Knowing that if her children did not grow and prosper dragons would be gone forever, she vowed to protect them no matter what, believing them strong enough to face the perils she could not. Close to hatching, she carried her eggs away with her rather than leave them behind to be killed when she was set upon. And, realizing that her time was over but their's was soon to begin, she did what few other dragons have ever been able to do: she called upon a hidden reserve of strength and magic to sheild her eggs from the impact as she let them drop the ground, hoping against hope that they would be found ... and knowing it was possible for her noble race to be born anew if Riders bonded once more....



[.Rules

Keep in mind that I have no sympathy for people who don't follow the guidelines. I can and will boot you out and not lose any sleep. In fact, I may just laugh.

-Morph's rules still and always will apply.

-Romance isn't banned but keep it PG-13. Duh.

-Minimal amount of power-playing and God-moding. You know the drift.

-LITERACY. Take a good look at your keyboard. Are you missing any essential keys? No? Good. That means that you should be able to make use of it by typing out posts that have proper grammar, spelling, and punctuation. Try your best to make decently-sized, interesting posts.

-I'll start the RPG. No one else, or you WILL be booted out.

-You bond with a dragon as a hatchling. Can't be any other way. I mean, the only dragons that are alive are the ones in the eggs. So obviously you're first post will be finding the egg- which will hatch very soon.

-Password's the RPG title.

-If you're going to be away for a couple days, notify use beforehand.

-My Word Is Law.

-Have fun! Seriously. There's not point in role-playing if it becomes a chore.


[.Template

Name:

Age: [Youngest is fourteen, try to keep the oldest under twenty-one]

Gender:

Weapon/s: [Be realistic. No more than you can carry; thus, fourteen-foot swords will not be accepted]

Appearance: [Pic or description is fine.]

Personality: [A sentence or so is fine. Don't you dare put, 'calm/quiet, will kill if has to' for sanity reasons. Oh, and you can't be evil]

Bio: [You don't have to go all-out on this if you don't want. But put a little effort....]

Magical talents: [Spells/enchantments are universal, but you can have extras; you can be clairvoyant, or a shape-shifter, or an illusionist, or something original. If you want to be an elementalist, you can, but stick to ONE element.]

-Dragon template-

Name: [Dragon's don't have last or middle names names]

Gender:

Appearance: [This is basically just their color and stuff like that- dragons can come in any shade but don't give them any unexplicable markings. So please, no stupid star-shaped markings spots. >.>]

Personality: [An inescapable result of bonding with a dragon is that it inspires affection for each other. Remember that.]


[.Lexicon and geography

Wireth- A small kingdom bordering Ridorem Verda.

Surim- A southern kingdom bordering the western ocean, littered with port cities.

Zairago- A kingdom at the base of the Zair mountain range, to the northeast of the ocean and Surim.

Ryuki- A fertile Kingdom in the middle of the conintent

Ridorim Verda- An expansive forest south of the Zair mountains, spreading east and west.

Lake Nier- A convoluted lake near Ryuki.

Breanor Mountains- An unpopulated standing of mountains west of Ryuki, known to be the most dangerous places on the continent for being the home to the most demons....

The Sea of Jerhun- A narrow, constantly stormy sea that stretches across the continent, splitting it in half- the populated west and the uncharted east.

The Dragon's Eye- A great ring of enormous and wide-spaced, mostly hollow mountains where the dragons were last believed to have made their home across the Sea of Jerhun.

The Fledgling Vale- The small, yet lush meadow inside the Dragon's Eye were young dragons grew and played.

Nesting Caves- The warm caverns on the west side of the Dragon's Eye where dragons laid their eggs and brooded over them until they hatched.

The Feeding Plateau- The plateau where dragons would take the food they hunted to be eaten.

Fire's Mirror- A small lake in the valley inside the Dragon's Eye.

Lexicon:

Hatchling- a newborn dragon, considered a hatchling for the first few days of its life, during which they drink only the blood of their food. Though they can mentally communicate ideas, feelings, and emotions, they do not yet use words.
Nestling- a dragon who is no longer a hatchling cannot yet fly. Eats meat but doesn't hunt for themselves. Starts to pick up words around this time.
Fledgling- a dragon who has fledged [learn to fly] but is not quite an adult. Starts to hunt for themselves. Can usually communicate as well as their Rider by this time.
A wing- a number of dragons together [i.e., school of fish, wing of dragons....].
Clutch- a nest of dragon eggs, the smallest number being about five and the biggest being about twenty-five.
Bonding- the process that mentally and emotionally links a newborn dragon to whoever they choose attending their hatching. A dragon telepathically communicates with other dragons, but a bonded one also mentally communicates with their Rider, to whom they share a loving connection with

Demons:

Griphen- a black monster with bat wings, beaks, talons, and a lion-like body. Usually travels/hunts in medium-sized flocks [generally from five to ten].
Scair- an unnaturally thin grey-shaded monster with long, pointed ears, tiny sharp teeth, a spiked tail, and a lizard-like body. Usually travels/hunts in small packs [generally from two to five]
Trilx- a swift monster with a tiger-like body but covered in small, dark green scales. Usually travels/hunts alone.
Wyvren- a brown monster with a distorted aquiline body, with two taloned feet, a long beak-tipped snout and hooked leathery wings. Usually travels/hunts in large packs [generally from eight to fifteen]
Drake- a large black monster with a flat, reptilian body, four legs, and a long, snake-like neck.Usually travels/hunts alone or in pairs.
Norsro- an aquatic sea-serpent-like monster, medium of size but with a long, pointed horn. Usually travels/hunts alone or in pairs.
Azrack- a medium-sized black monster with an almost hummanoid body, claws, and leathery wings. Usually travels in large flocks [generally from eight to fifteen].

 

[Thelonepickle]

((I'll join later, GoH.))

 

[Katattack]

((Will edit wik template. It might take a while cause I'm trying to be descriptive. =o))

Hope and Promise in Dragonflight. =D See, GoH?! I'm being serious! I didn't do anything weird to the title! =D

Name: Koen Naori, Ari as a nickname. ((Shut up, Pickle. xP))

Age: 15

Gender: Fizz- I mean, Female.

Weapon/s: Ari lacks the excess strength required for hand-to-hand combat, preferring to take her victims out by faster, stealthier means. That's fancy talk for: An elegantly carved crossbow depicting a wild cat lunging forward.

Appearance: Ari was never concerned with looks, choosing to focus more on comfort and durability when choosing her style. She ties her hair back, out of her face, and is average height - maybe above average, 5'6. She has plain brown hair, hazel eyes that are now appearing more green than when she was younger, and tanned from spending a lot of time outside.

As far as clothing goes, Ari wears many layers to endure many weather conditions, including a brown poncho, (Yes, a poncho. xP) over a short sleeved brown tunic. Under this, she wears an off-white longsleeved shirt and brown, durable pants. She wears gloves that cover from two thirds down the forearm to halfway down her fingers. Her boots, though worn down, are still very practical. She wears a brown, thick leather belt over all those layers, and a simple but large pack slung across her back.

Personality: Ari likes to have someone else stay in charge, preferring not to be the leader. She doesn't like this passive quality of her's, finding it equivalent to cowardice. She usually stays quiet until she gets to know her companions, then treating life like a game. Despite her shyness, she is quite the optimist, determined to follow things through.

Bio: Born on the outskirts of Wireth, Ari was only a short walk away from the Ridorim Verda, coming to love the forest as a second home. She quickly learned survival skills from her parents, both experienced woods...persons. She decided to leave her town, just wanting to see what else was around in the world.

Magical talents: Ari's skills in finding her way through the wilderness are definitely mixed with talent, but she developed the ability to talk to trees and rocks, assuming they wish to talk back.

-Dragon template-

Name: Nekori

Gender: Male

Appearance: Neko is an earthy brown color, ironically mirroring Ari's love for the wilderness. He looks like your standard dragon, the thin skin making up his wings is a slightly lighter brown, and ridges on his back are a bit darker.

Personality: Neko is a very outgoing character when he chooses to be. He likes to convince Ari to "break out of her shell, already!" He pretends to be an arrogant beast, but he's really a big softie. Neko is also extremely lazy at times, and would gladly choose a nap over most activities. He is fiercely loyal to Ari, but not afraid to let her try and get herself out of a sticky situation before rushing to help her.


(Descriptive enough, GoHz0rz? =o )

 

[Prince Riku]

Il Do The Bio In A Few.


[.Hope And Promise In Dragonflight.]


[.Template

Name:Sky Ortiz

Age: 17

Gender:Male

Weapon/s: A pretty big sword sharpened and made from the jaw of a Wyvern.

Appearance:~*Sig*~

Personality: Most of the time he ends up being pretty Cocky.Other times he usually is Tough and Talkative.

Bio:Bleh.In Story.To lazy right now.

Magical talents:Magical bunny, named Eva which sits on his shoulder.It has the ability to Control Elictricty while Sky himself controls sound.

-Dragon template-

Name:Blaze

Gender:Male

Appearance:Hatchling- As a Hatchling Blaze has an silver rock solid shell protecting it.This shell starts around the snout of the dragon and has a horn.The shell covers its mouth so it has to open extremly wide to feed.On the body the shell coverts spikes down the spine to teh tail.Also it covers the feet but not its under belly.

Nestling-As a Nestling Blazes armor shell breaks of revealing red and black scales.It has many spikes on his face that point back giving it aero dynamics.It has wings yet dosent know how to use them.

Fledgling- Now he is alot bigger and lost of all its red scales.Now fully black.

Personality:Sarcastic, smart, tough, and cocky.

 

[Perception╘Truth]

Hope and Promise in Dragonflight

[.Template

Name: Adrain Mikal

Age: 16

Gender: male

Weapon/s: Adrain carries only the essentials. A hunting knife, a bow made of yew wood, and a small sling with several sharp rocks with it. He also has a full quiver of arrows he also gets a sword later on.

Appearance: http://members.tripod.com/clow_girlstar/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/kurama-youko.jpg except in a leather vest and a green undershirt and deer skin pants. And boots.

Personality: Adrain is a fairly basic person, he is a tad shy, and doesn't like to talk to other people much. He is fairly smart though, and learns quickly.

Bio: Adrain is normal farm boy, he grew up with his parents and worked on the farm. When he turned 14 his parents let him go hunting in the mountains by their farmstead. He usually kept out of the valley in the center of the Breanor, until he turned 15. He was following a deer and unaware of his surroundings he plunged into the valley. He fell and tumbled down to the home of a magician. He nursed him back to health and taught him to use a staff to summon fire. Adrain then left the man's home and his parent's and traveled the world looking for someone to teach him about everything.

Magical talents: Adrain can use fire, such as making it into a whip or shooting it like an arrow

-Dragon template-

Name: Marx

Gender: male

Appearance: Marx is black with red streaks on his back and chest, tail and wing membrane. He also has three prongs on his tail and his wings are about twice his size when the grow. He looks like a basic dragon, except for the fact that he is a tad small.

Personality: Marx is almost the exact opposite of Adrain, except he is just as smart, but has little common sense. HE is outgoing and talks, alot.

 

[TheClamWhisperer]

(( Save me a spot, Amme! I'll post my template in a few minutes. ))

 

[MESMAR_RISING]

I'll edit in my template soon, just saving a spot. I hafta eat right now but afterwards I'll edit in my template. =)

 

[Thelonepickle]

Hope and Promise in Dragonflight.

Name: Arai Yasai

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Weapon/s: Arai, though not much for fighting, keeps a few knives and explosive potions around, wherever he goes. Otherwise, his magical instruments are the weapons he uses.

Appearance: Shockingly green eyes are the first thing you see when you look at Arai. After that, it would have to be the wide, infectous grin that is usually spread upon his face, just as natural as butter spread over bread. His skin is a rich tan, which makes his dirty-blonde hair look a little lighter than it really is. He has the barest hints of a muscular build, and he is lean from his constant wandering from settlement to settlement.

Arai chooses to dress in baggy, comfortable clothes, and he has a passion for hats. He dresses in solid colours, with no jewelry, though he still gives off an aura of exceptional taste. He is usually seen, though, in different shades of blue. His clothing consists of light tunics made from soft materials, usually with short sleeves. Under that, a shirt of a dark colour, longsleeved for protection. Two small pieces of armour shield his shoulders, and they usually fit under the long cloak he wears. He wears comfortable pants under his tunic, usually covered by his long, soft and baggy boots. A belt goes over his long tunic, and two go under, on either hip. He also wears long gloves. Occasionally, he will wear chainmail beneath his tunic, instead of a dark shirt. Baggy hats that keep his thick, curly hair in control are his favourites.

Personality: Arai is quite possibly the definition of the word "optimist." He is happy-go-lucky with not a care in the world. He helps everyone he can, and he asks nothing of anyone. As a street musician, he knows that beggars can't be choosers. He longs, secretly, to write an epic about the biggest legend to hit the land. As long as there is a sky, a moon, the sun, or any of the other things that make people happy, Arai will be smiling. He hates to see people sad, though.

Bio: Arai was born to a young woman, a lady with dark hair and skin. Her eyes were a beautiful brown, and she was happy with her life. Still, she was in love with the idea of being a gypsy, and she danced for a living. She traveled in an old wagon with her family, until she met a young man with green eyes, pale skin, and a beautiful mind. He was an intellectual, and he always said that the one wild thing he did was to go see the gypsies dance, for once, like his friends. It was where he met Arai's mother. They were married soon, but disease took his life shortly after Arai was born.

Arai's mother danced to only slow, sorrowful songs then. She loved her baby very much, but her husband had been her life. She always loved Arai's looks, because he was a perfect blend of his parents. His eyes made her day. She drank, in secret, and it became a problem, but Arai never knew, because she only smiled when he was around. They seemed happy enough, but that was only because Arai couldn't smell the alchohal on her breath.

Then, when he was ten years old, it was deemed that his mother was unfit to care for him, and his gypsy-fearing relatives tried to take him away from her. He refused to go, wanting to continue his musical talents. He ran away, with his mother, to the northern-most port in Surim. There, they danced and played music until she died one late night, when he was just thirteen. They said it was because of the bottle, but Arai knew that it was from a broken heart.

Since then, he has only ever smiled, always remembering how happy it made his mother. He wanted, when she looked down at him from Heaven, for her to see his smiling face and be glad. Arai didn't want her to worry. Now Arai travels from port to port in Surim, playing the flute, fiddle, and other instruments. He loves to sing, though, and it is his true passion.

Magical talents: If Arai has an element, it is Sound. All of his instruments are enchanted, including his voice. He sings spells, or plays them how he believes they should sound, and this has been said to do things from lulling Drakes to sleep to causing the eardrums of his enemies to burst, giving him enough time to run from petty thieves and such.

-Dragon template-

Name: Tetsu

Gender: Female

Appearance: Tetsu is a healthy shade of silver, with red eyes that make for the best poker face anywhere. She has a few dark horns on her tail, and two small ones above the eyes, followed by two longer ones after that. Unlike some dragons, Tetsu has the faintest sign of ears - two small flaps that can close or open whenever she wants. Using this talent, she ignores Arai when she pleases, which is often.

Personality: She despises how foolishly positive Arai is, but she loves him very much, and often takes a defensive attitude towards anyone she deems not worthy of his presence. He thinks she needs to relax.

 

[TheClamWhisperer]

'Hope and Promise in Dragonflight'

Name: Layafel Lucretia

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Weapon/s:
Steel Chakram: http://www.toddscostumes.com/images/xena/two_piece_chakram_together.jpg , and an Athame.
Appearance: http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d...fav7834646.jpg&refPage=140&imgAnch=imgAnch159

Personality: Upbeat, nurturing, easily peeved, compassionate, cocky, but easily becomes emotionally attached. She is loud and arrogant within her home, but knows when there shall be 'no nonsence' in the feild.

Bio: Layafel was raised in a world where 'witchcraft' was a daily routine. Her grandmother is the High Preistess of her coven and taught Layafel the mysteries of magick. Layafel, being the last of the Lucretia blood line, is expected to become the next high preistess in her grandmother's absence. However, the role of High Preistess is crucial, exalted, and respected, and Layafel doubts that she will be able to live up to her heritage.

By a young age, Layafel was skilled in the art of animal magick where she could call on animals for aid. Her eagle, Verena, is Layafel's lifelong familiar with whom she channels magick with. When Layafel was a mere child, her parents died in the Great War. Her grandmother refuses to tell her how they perished, but stubborn Layafel is determind to use Retocognition to learn the truth about her parents death.

Ever since Layafel was an infant, her grandmother noticed that she was exposed to a great amount of fire. After learning that Layafel possessed the rare gift of PyroKinesis, she taught Layafel how to control the destructive power. After reading about dancing with Dragons, Layafel became curious about the majestic creatures and asked far too many questions. Dragon Magick is strictly forbidden in Layafel's coven, but many, many years ago Layafel's family was once a blood line of Dragon Gaurdians. Dragon Magick was once considered a beautiful privlege, but if anyone is caught with a dragon...They will be exiled.

Magical talents:
PyroKinesis: This is the "Firestarter", the ability to light and/or control fire or heat with the mind. This also tends to manifest with strong emotion. The firestarter may often not be conscious of their gift, but will have a history of fires happening around them. Not to be confused with pyromania! The Gifted person needs to learn to direct heat into the earth, as holding it in can cause damage. Concentration and emotional balance are essential.

Retrocogniton: The ability to see, sense, and/or hear things that happened in the past. Also increases the likelihood of "seeing" past lives and connections with others.
Verena's talent: When she spreads her huge, powerful wings, she controls 'the phases of the moon': Gravity.

-Dragon template-

Name: Israfel

Gender: Male

Appearance: An amethyst scaled body, armed with cruel, silver talons, and bright, radioactive, emerald eyes. Two silver horns are located on her cranium which are slightly hooked for defense.

Personality: Easily angered or threatened by strange humans, affectionate, cocky, and hot-headed. Like Layafel, he easily becomes emotionally attached. Protective, and bashful around new friends.

 

[GuardianOfHearts]

{ Kat, Pickle, and SA are in; Roxas13 and Prince Riku, that's a no. Sorry, try again.

And justme3, you better get back here soon with that template, mister. D=<

I'll post my template later, when I get home. }

 

[MESMAR_RISING]

X_X Every five minutes of writing this bio I've been called away. I will have it posted today, my family's going out for a bit so I'll have some peace. Sorry for the delay >.<

 

[Thelonepickle]

((Your family? But I thought it was just... you... PUN on your name. *cough* Sorry.

GoH, start this thing. XP))

 

[Taokitty]

Hope and Promise in Dragonflight

Name: Teksunai Naray(Tech-sue-nay and Nah-ray)

Age: 14

Gender: female

Weapon/s: She holds a few weapons,(I am too lazy to go into detail... ) Two weapons are swords she holds in sheets around her waist. One is golden coloured and a deep, dark red, not too light to be considered to look like blood, but dark enough to give it a rich colour. On it, it has golden dragon heads that are craftly carved in at the very detail to the eyes, to the scales. On the dragon heads, the mouth is slightly opened with a craved tongue that is a lighter colour than the deep red, while the eyes are the same red as the sword over all. The handle is too, a deep, rich golden colour as the dragon heads, and, it looks bandaged, while the other point, that attatched the blade to the handle, is a dark brown that almost looks black. The sword isn't that thick, and is mostly half of her size, the weapon droops down a little past her knees on her belts. The statue dragon heads are small and are located variously around the blade, while one bigger one appear on the handle, halfway on it and halfway on the blade.

The second weapon, has more of an innocent appearance too it, the blade is completely see-through, yet, if you look through it, it shows the other vision kind of blurry, like water, if shown in light, it shines some of the colours of the rainbow, mostly green, pink, and blue, the blade is mostly thing, almost so thin that, if you looked at it's side, you can almost not see the blade, and carved into the blade, is a small cross in the middle of it. The sword is also very long, it could be considered a masume. This is half her size, and thank goodness for how thin it is by thickness and width!

She carries a a lot needles in 8 of her pouches for she cannot put them anywhere else, for if she put them in her sleeves, she would hurt herself alot, and she has no pockets. Luckily, though, she has a small sack that she holds her needles in, though, the sack is worn and torn from the needles poking through the thread. they are simply a dark grey colour, which reminds people of the colour of smoke, while some, are a eerie purple that seem to be made out of a glow, if that makes sense, and these needles seem like they drip some of itself on the ground. These are usually her main weapons, for she is no master at the sword, THAT'S for sure.



Appearance:

She has pale skin and she is very skinny, making her look very frail because of this, though, if you look closely, you can tell she is very powerful. Her skin is quite soft, and she doesn't actually have very much fat on her body at all, making her seem aneresic because of this, though she has a few small muscles, not enough to really notice them though.

Taosaiga's eye are a deep, eerie green, like Sepiroth's eyes to an extent. When she is feeling care free, and more innocent, her eyes seem bigger than they appear, and the sides of her eyes are more curved, but when she's more solemn, or serious, however you'd like to word it, her eyes themselves become more slanted, and more pointy, I guess you could say..

Her pupils in her eyes are very strange, as of normal eyes, there is a line of white filling the spaces that the green doesn't touch, her green coloured eye of her part covers much so there is not much white, and she has two pupils, one on the top right corner, the other on the top left, there is no other pupils, and her pupils are white.

She has no freckles, and even though she is 14, she sometimes scares people with a stare that shows no emotion what so ever, but a more, I'm-gonna-kill-you look, which she loves doing. When she is happy, she has a sincere smile, but more serious.

Shre prefers to wear long coats or molds of some sort of fur she can find in the forest, for she hates revealing her limbs alot. She is currently sadly wearing a tea-shirt that is a fleece blue. The material strands made for this are currently... Fluffy fro being out of place. It sadly reveals her belly button because of this and has short sleeves. There is no distinct design for the material would of worn it away from too much work. It's more of a tunic, though.

She wears a flabby robe currently that is cut hastily below her waist, so it works as some sort of shirt. The designs are a little distinct, but aren't as they could for they have worn out. Upon the front of the robe, before it is cut off from the center being cut all the way from the collar to the end, showing people her shirt underneath, is a dragon with ears and fearsome eyes that burn a red colour. It shows the dragon taking flight upon her design and the claws wing lazily below themselves, with the outstretched claws that show the nails that have grown deeply. The wings are magnificent, completely surronding her sleeves with it's designs. The demonic wings if could be seen correctly fold sharply from the horizontal angle, tp a diagonal angle, till it reaches a curved angle flowing down to the tail of the dragon that has a small pike on it's tail and is overlaped by thick scales. The material itself is very thin and isn't good to use for wet weather or cold for it doesn't help warm her up.

She wears ragged pants that are a disgusting grey, brown stains eventually fold in with the grey with it's spots considering the fact that it is dirt and dust for lack of cleaning them. The pants looked more or less worn out, and are pretty simple, and don't match her clothing at all, telling people about her horrible ways of dressing. The waistband has more of a design, so it doesn't give it a complete plain look for having nothing extra. The pants become a little poofy at the bottom, so they are somehow strapped down, by what? No one knows, giving her a fluffy look. She has no pockets of any sort.

Her worn out pads that is a horrible mistake for shoes are not for girl's, but for men. They are mostly black but the thread made to sew the macsins together is a deep red colour, they are a little small for her know, though she continues to wear them anyhow, there is also a little dirt on them. Though, the red threads are distorted, for her walks around the forest and all that. the mockasin of the shoes are a little.. Fluffy now, for being worn, and theundeath underneath the shoes is tearing, showing the material used to make it, for her bad habit of sometimes dragging her feet, destroying the threads of the designs at the bottom of the shoes, the design is a dragon, though, it is very hard to tell now.

She also wears two belts, they are made out of a white leather, though, they are a more of a bage colour of all the dirt that has gotten on them, and have a few scratched on them, it has only worn from age, so the once, sharp, cunning shine and edges, are dull and grey, this belt holds ten pouches, of which she uses medicaly, and offensivly.

Her other belt is black and is made out of a strange material, it looks as though it, to, is made of leather, but if you look close enough, you can tell the material was completely sewn together, kind of like knitting, the strange material shines in the light, and holds two sheets that holds two swords that she uses in battle.

She also carries a small sac over her shoulders, it is a purple colour, though some of hte bag is grey from dirt and stuff, the material is worn out, and can be seen through the light if put over eyes for she holds her needles in there. The sack is about an average size, not too big and not too small, the strands of thread sewn aren't very stable from needles poking in them.

Personality: Her personality varies.She usually carries a very... Reluctant personality when she is more serious, and may be more sarcastic than she usually is. When she is like this, she usually gets stressed easily, and finds things quiet troublesome for her to do, and usually crosses her arms. Her eyes usually turn red and are more slanted because of this, though, she may sometimes actually get to the point of something, and will sum stuff up, without giving long explanations when in this mode. She usually doesn't act like this and seems more like a whining child. She doesn't really care if anyone dies, if she is given orders by anyone who is the supposive leader, she'll follow them, without giving a second thought.

Her other mode is when her eyes are green and big, she seems more innocent in this mode, though, more stubborn. She usually gets confused easily, and will usually say words like,"kweh?"or stuff like that, adding to her innocent appearance. Though, she usually cares more about people's lifes in this one, and will try her best to defend someone. Oddly enough, her voice changes to a more squeaky, childish voice...

Though, all in all, she may seem kind of like a emo, sometimes, anyway.... Or childish, and usually, sadly, has a strong sense of justice... Sometimes, and may be a righteous pain in the tail bone.

Her personality may not always be like this, though.


Bio: Teksunai always had a fasination with swords, probably because her father was a blacksmith. She loved to watch her father beat swords as she put it, until they were ripen to be used as weapons. Though, her mother prefered her not to get into this type of stuff, so she tried to get her into sewing, which she had a radiating love for.

Her parents actually owned two small buisnesses, her father was a blacksmith, while her mother sold blankets and stuff that she made by knitting and various of craftmen skills. Her older sister was already making weapons and being tuotored for they were to take the family buisness. Having a prfound love for sewing at 8, she tried to make many things, though, it wasn't that good till she was 13, making her own clothes now. Using thin materials and trying to find anything black, she made herself a black robe, with her sister's help, since she originaly took sewing from their mother, and copied the design from the mockisans of her dad's. She used red thread to make dragon designs and fire onto her robe. She never really knew what was wrong with the creature she drew, since she dind't know what dragons were supposed to be, but her mother hated dragons, and had a great fear of them. Truthly, she was most fasinated by their beautiful wings, and started sewing more designs like that, and made a red sash for her robe.

If her father had spare time from making swords and selling them, he'd sometimes tried to teach Teksunai how to use a sword, though, one could tell... She sucked at using such weapons...xD Though she enjoyed swords, she always sucked at fencing, and was clumsy, though, her father was amused by her determination, so he gave her two swords he'd have for awhile, that no one seemed not to buy. Thinking this was a greater level of daughter and father love, she graciously took it, though, she never realized she gave her father too much credit. And sometimes, her sister would try to teach her.

It has been a year now, her family's home was burned down, and she was seperated by them, her family ran out of the house, forgetting about her by fear of their lives, for she was right behind them, but then a burning log from above broke down from the stress and hit her on the head, so she was unconcious for the whole fire. When she awoke, she found that she was alone in this wintery night, her family was gone and she was left with a bump on her head, and all that ws left was half of her robe that had been cut in half, her sack, ragged pants, and her father's black mockinsense. Now she lives at an INN, taking in customers for being adopted and is usually taking care of their needs, considering, her father and mother are dead, for that was revealed to her, which she had a mental breakdown for awhile, but she knows, or atleast hopes her sister is alive, and she is determined one day to meet her again. And that is what keeps her going.

She currently lives with the INN keeper near Ridorim Verda, where she likes to train in the area with needles to get better at aiming. She loves using needles for she loves throwing items and usually buys them. One reason why she uses them because it reminds her of sewing. Living there for six months now, she has now becomed very skilled at aiming, though, it's annoying to always going to retrieve her needles, especially when she gets lost in the,"moment,"of throwing them, which is why, in her spare time, she usually ends up coming back to the INN late at night. So she'd not used to getting much sleep. Despite how much she loves the area she is in for it's calm nature, and almost no sound pollution, she misses where her home was.

She also doesn't know where she got her ability to put her mind into objects, she suspects she received this abilithy most likely when her home was burned down, when the wood hit her head or something....

Magical talents: She only has one, the control of her small weapons, though people may consider it telekenesis, it is far more different. Her mind is actually put INTO the object, or a certain percentage to bring certain things to life by using the flow of the pattern of her mind in a rhythemic way of her heartbeat. Kind of like the prinicple of a conducter of electricity. This ability works best with metals, that are straight forward and don't take any bend, though she is not great with this skill, for using too much of this ability CAN kill her. So she only uses it to manipulate her needles into a certain shape, though, she has to be holding the needle, kind of like a battery, and the needles must be attatched, though, though they get attatched to each other when she uses this ability anyway, if one is cut off, then half of it is gone. An example, let's say she has 20 needles that are attatched by her powers, but the 10 one is cut off, though logic would think they would attatch to each other to fix the gap, that doesn't work, so the others in the gap that are further away from the body, are cut off, since if she were to retrieve one of the other from the gap, her mind would become unstable since she'd probably loose a part of it. Though, she can wobbily bend the needles, as I said, to curve and all that stuff. One of her favourite tricks is to send a blast of a thought, or emotion for the energy to pulse so she can launch her weapons like airborn shots with more power than when she'd usually throw it. Depending how strong her mind is, depends how hard it will be to break the connection of her needles.

Though, she can apply this power in different ways, for the ability being kind of magneticly, she may try to find other combinations to use this with, and to use it for offense, or defense, or something.


-Dragon template-

Name: Kenay(Keh-neigh)

Gender: Female

Appearance: Kenay has golden scales that are a deep rich colour and that sparkle in the light in a perpetious glow. Small sparkles of shiny light appear on her that shine brightly, she has a long scaly neck. As the rest of her body is covered in thick scales that overlap each other. The dragon's eyes are a crimson red that show wisdom and maturity for some strange reason. She has long silver claws despite her age, and has purple wings that are bony, and have sharp turns, the go from horizontal, to diagonal, till it curves over her body, the bottom of her wings also curve, but in smaller laps, and small bones stick out from each curve. She has a short tail that has a purple pike that looks like the devil's tail... Minus the scales of gold and it being actually kind of thick... All in all, she has a graceful appearance.

Personality: Kenay is usually confused, or gets confused easily, she has an up beat obsession with humming to herself, and is very naive for a dragon, though, sometimes, when Teksunai is acting with unreasonable actions, she may start saying nervously that she should stop, until her mature level reaches her for once. She is usually happy with a gleeful expression and acts childish, and is also annoying for always wanting to have an adventure of some kind. And she can't usually grasp a certain reality, though, her personality may be the opposite, depending what Teksunai's is.

((If there is anything you want me to change in my profile, please tell me!=^_^= I know my appearance isn't as solid as it could be...*Sweat* Yeah, I could of probably made this better than all over the place...;~; Lol))

 

[Every Heart]

"Hope and Promise in Dragonflight"

Human Template

Name: Kiara Saioshi(Kerri for short)

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Weapon/s: A bow and arrows

Appearance: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v466/AngelicDreamer/anime%20girls/Miko.jpg

Personality: Doesn't consider it to be worth her time to be with other people. Cares deeply about people, as she will give her life to save someone else's. (Same goes for dragons) She's somewhat afraid that if she grows too deep of an attachment with other people, it could be used against her in combat, so she spent most of her time alone.

Bio: Is known as a wanderer from the Wireth kingdom. Has an older brother named Zane who is a fisherman for their family. (That's all I can really think of, and besides, you said that we didn't have to go all out on this)

Magical talents: Illusionist. She can make people see things that aren't really there. She can also make copies of things as her illusionist talent. She can change the appearence of anything, including herself to fool others or to make get aways.

-Dragon template-

Name: Noah

Gender: Male

Appearance: A white cream color with bright yellow eyes. Its wings are a dark black shade. Has no horns on its head, but it does have some spikes on his tail. His eyes are almost always halfway closed because he spends most of his time sleeping.

Personality: Noah is very friendly and will get along with others, as he is very trusting of other humans and dragons. Noah doesn't like fighting, so in any bad situation will probably always avoid the fight and run unless there's no way out or his ridrr's life is in danger. He is somewhat playful.

((If theres anything you want me to change GoH, let me know))

 

[Thief Lord]

((GoH, I'm not going to join this one, I already joined on gaia and can't keep up. You can see that not half of the people put as much effort into it as on Gaia huh? ))

 

[MESMAR_RISING]

Hope and Promise in Dragonflight

Name: Nichol Skybright

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Weapons: Knives and if he can get his hands on them chains.

Appearance: http://img290.imageshack.us/img290/73/guys1833ph.jpg

Personality: Nichol is about as laid back as they come. It takes quite extreme circumstances to inspire anger from him, so very few have ever seen him truly vexed. Finding himself bored easily, he often lands himself in trouble while finding something to occupy himself. His biggest weakness would have to be beautiful women, as he is constantly trying to surround himself with them. He is not particularly attached to any particular girl, and doesn't really care whether or not that changes.

Bio: Nichol was born to a prostitute, his father being one of her many clients and him being simply an accident. When his mother found that she was pregnant, she left her line of work for 9 months and entered a group home in which she had her child. Given the option to either keep the baby and live a straight life, or leave it with those whom owned the home and allow it to go up for adoption. To his mother it was a no brainer. The woman left the child and returned to her life of prostitution eventually dying from some sort of disease given to her by one of her clients.

The boy was never adopted, however he was as happy as he could be where he was. Every few months there were new faces turning up, mothers getting ready to have their children, and children taken off the streets and being put up for adoption. He lived here for all of his life until one day something happened. He was 13 at the time, and a rather strange woman had come in to have her child. She had many fresh wounds, but even more scars of wounds that had healed. The woman spoke frantically to those whom owned the home, screaming that he was coming, and it was only a matter of time before he came and found her.

Of course the woman was correct, and on this night everything changed for Nichol. It had started raining since the woman was let in, and in moments since it had it had turned into a violent storm. It was one o'clock in the morning when there was a great deal of commotion outside as a man banged on the door. He called for the woman whom he had supposedly impregnated saying that he would now finish the job he had already started, and that this was it. Nichol was afraid of course. The orphanage was currently home to the women who ran it, the women whom were awaiting to have children, and newborns. If something happened he would be the one who would have to act.

The blonde remained hidden in his room until finally the man burst into the establishment. The boy rushed to the entrance hall to confront to man, however it proved meaningless. Nichol was knocked out by the man with ease and he moved on to finding his wife.

Nichol awoke to the familiar screams of newborns, and wandered into the nursery trying to piece together what had happened. Blood trickled from a wound in his forehead as he opened the door and saw something that to this day haunts him. The same man that had knocked him out had staggered into the nursery and woken up the children. In his drunken rage he attempted to silence the children the only way he could think of, which was making sure that they stayed completely silent and stayed that way permanently. He would walk from one crib to another, reach in and simply crush the tender skull of those which inhabited it.

Needless to say Nichol lost it. He could no longer feel any remorse for this man and something happened. As the man looked at the blonde, taunting him as he asked if Nichol needed round two, blood began to trickle from his nose. The man took no notice of this until the blood began to trickle from his eyes, and the trickling became gushing. Soon from every possible spot on the drunks face blood began to pour out and he began to panic. He lunged at Nichol with the remaining strength he had, however it meant nothing. The young blonde simply stepped back and allowed the drunk to land in the puddle of his own blood. Nichol then collapsed landing face down in the puddle of blood, completely drained of all energy.

It was a week after that Nichol woke up. He was in an unfamiliar place, and the man lay chained in a bed next to him. Nichol instantly leapt out of bed. What had happened? Why was this man alive? He had seen him bleed to death. It had happened in front of him...hadn't it? More questions than the young man could keep track of raced through his mind as he left the room and began searching for answers.

On his way to his own room, Nichol met up with one of the mid-wives. She first embraced him saying that it was a miracle and that they were so worried. When he asked what happened her expression went from being glad to see that he was ok, to an incomprehensible sadness. She told him that nobody knew what truly happened in the nursery, only Nichol and the man had been present, but that they had found Nichol collapsed in the doorway, and the man collapsed where Nichol remembered he had seen him when he entered. This of course made no sense. The blonde had seen the man bleeding to death and collapse, and remembered falling into the puddle of blood that had gushed from the man to the floor. The woman said that there was no blood other than that of the newborns and that Nichol and the man had fallen seperately.

Nichol had no idea what had happened. Was he losing his mind? He could never hear what the man had seen happen, for the man never woke up. He died in his sleep soon after Nichol had awakened, and soon after that Nichol left what had always been his home. It was some time after that when Nichol truly found out what had happened that night. After travelling for a month and living by doing various odd jobs, Nichol met a wandering mage whom never told Nichol his name, however he did tell him what he believed happened. He believed that Nichol was fortunate enough to have the power of an illusionist, and that night when he lost control he unleashed his ability and ended up killing the man that had killed the newborns. The mage explained that as an illusionist the blonde had far more power than simply destroying one physically, he could kill them mentally just as he had that night.

Needless to say this caused Nichol to fear this ability, and even regret the fact that he had it. He was 14 at the time, and knew not of the positive aspects of this ability. It was many months later that Nichol found the need to use this ability again, remembering that the mage had said if he needed to all that was required was focus. The young man had no food, and no money. In a moment of desperation he used his ability once more and became what he has been since, a thief. He wanders around using his abilities to make money, more often than not scamming people in the process.

It's been just over a year since he became a thief, and now that is the only life he knows. He attempts to remain constantly calm in order to avoid losing his temper and control over his ability.

Magical Talents: He's an illusionist

- Dragon Template -

Name: Kaira

Gender: Female

Appearance: http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/2968/elmorelarrytyoa075dragond500wl.jpg

Only she's crimson not black and white.

Personality: Despite the fact that Kaira does not approve of Nichol's questionable lifestyle, she would do anything for him. She's more or less his opposite whom is often trying to motivate him to make something of himself.

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...That took me way too long.

 

[Thelonepickle]

((GoH, I'm not going to join this one, I already joined on gaia and can't keep up. You can see that not half of the people put as much effort into it as on Gaia huh? ))

((It sounds like you're insulting us. Is that what you're doing? If it is, I'm really glad you're not joining. Why're you being rude to us? We're not good enough because we didn't join the one on Gaia? I was going to, but I've decided not to. Not if roleplayers like YOU are on it. I don't like the way you act.

Anyway, can we start soon, GoH?))

 

[GuardianOfHearts]

Name: Aara Tirahurte { Air-uh Tira-hurt-ay}

Age: Fifteen

Gender: Female

Weapons: A dual-bladed staff of black wood and iridescent markings. Also profficient in archery.

Appearance: Aara is of only average height, but is quick and agile to make up for it. She has strong shoulders and limbs and a slender neck. Her hair is dark red and curled, reaching down to her shoulders; in contrast, she is very pale and has dark grey eyes. She wears dark green pants and a matching divided riding skirt over it, and a lighter green shirt. A deep burgandy cloak is fastened around her shoulders, and she wears sleek black armour plates on her elbows, shoulders, sides, and legs.

Personality: Aara is enigmatic and thoughtful, the former trait making it hard for anyone to know what she's thinking- excluding her dragon, of course. She's very serious and very intense, posessing a grave nature. Optimistic, she always tries to help and encourage others. She knows how to keep calm but is fierce when riled. A bit of a daredevil, but smart enough to not do anything stupid. Aara loves her dragon deeply.

Bio: Aara had a rather simple life in Wireth, living neither wealthily or poorly. Her elder family members, though, would always tell her that many of her ancestors were among the illustrious dragon Riders of old, before the Great War. Though much knowledge had been lost to the kingdoms, families like hers still passed down dragonlore through oral tradition. From the time she could sit on her grandmother's or uncle's lap, Aara would listen to the stories they told. Because of this, dragonlore has always been a passion and hobby.

Even with her various family members to back her up, she still searched high and low for any books that could tell her about dragons. Though obscure and hard to find, she did manage to get her hands on quite a few by travelling to the larger cities. She dedicated much of her life to learning about them, and it has paid off, for by the time she was around seventeen she probably knew more than any record could tell you.

Recently, she's been travelling, not to hunt down old books, but to see what the world has to offer. After a brief visit back in her home-town in Wireth, she left again, heading along the outskirts of the Ridorim Verda forest- never expecting to find an egg that held the very same creature she's been studying all these years....

Magical talents: She can manipulate the element of energy.


-Dragon profile-

Name: Alehur {Ah-lay-her}

Gender: Female

Personality: Alehur is a little more laid back than Aara and less mature. She encourages her Rider to have fun and has a very sweet, compassionate nature. Fiercely loyal like Aara, she will protect her beloved partner and those she cares about from coming to harm.

Appearence: Alehur is dark silver with a faint smokey-blue tint to her scales. Her eyes are colored various vivid shades of grey, and her talons are a deep ash. She has two long, slender curved horns above her eyes, also a dark grey. A silver-blue fringe runs down her neck and stops at her wings, which are unique to her seperate species; instead of having bat-like wings, her wings are made out of feathers comprised of the same biologic material as her scales. These feathers are quite sharp, and feel metallic instead of soft. Her neck is not snake-like, but proportionately long. Her head is a soft triangle in shape, with two triangular slanted ears just below her horns. Behind her horns are a few short plumes of feathers, and her tail also has several long feathers at the end. She is not a very big dragon, but strong and swift.

{ I'm REALLY sorry it took so long to post! =.=; Things have been hectic on my end. But, I've got my template up and I'll reply with my opening post soon.

Here are the people who have been accepted:

Myself
Katattack
Thelonepickle
SorasAngel1292
Taokitty
justme3
Every Heart }

 

[Thelonepickle]

((GoH, get crackin'. Or else. XP I want to start this thing. XP))

 

[Taokitty]

((Where is GuardianOfHearts? Sorry to ask this question, but, I sincerly hope this thread will not die!))