On his left forearm is a black tattoo that matches a the pendant worn around his dragon's neck. It is a tribal looking dragon curled into a spiral.
Personality:Merrik has long known of his destiny, being the direct descendant of the dragonlord of old, he carries the genetic bond with the hellish Nightmare Dragon. He has spent his entire life, preparing to raise an army of tamers to face the Dark One. He is fearless to those who do not know him, brave, and a natural born leader. At times he longs for a sense of normality, which was taken from him 22 years ago when he received the egg holding Obsidian Nova. He was isolated and feared, but respected from the tender age of 5. Since then he has dedicated his life to immersing himself in ancient texts and scrolls telling of the old days when dragons and tamers were bountiful in these lands. He is a strict, self disciplined man with no respect for the lazy or unmotivated. His bond with Obsidian Nova is stronger than anything in his now immortal life, and with each day the two grow closer and more powerful.
Merrik can be your best friend, or your worst nightmare. He will always put The Cause above all else, for it is his destiny and responsibility to train the new generation of tamers and stop Ogual, lest the world fall into shadows.
Back story: Merrik was raised by his loving parents on their grand estate, in the deep forests of what is now northern Canada. He began his training at 5 years old, growing and learning alongside his dearest friend and most faithful alli; Obsidian Nova. He is the successor to the line of Dragonlords, entitling him to bond with the Nightmare dragon, and takes his duty very seriously. He spent his entire childhood and years of youth learning every recorded detail of the various dragon breeds, their anatomy, studying ancient war techniques used by dragon tamers long ago. This may all seem like an ideal way to live, especially given the sudden change of circumstance, but Merrik lost every social opportunity in his life; he knows not of human friendship nor love nor acceptance. He was outcast among his peers who respected him, but feared the unknown as dragons had long since left these lands.
Soul of the Dragonlord: All dragons trust and respect him, they sense the power of his ancestors coursing through his essence and know what potential he holds to lead them and their Tamers. He has heightened magic abilities instilled by the magic of the Draconic bond, his skill forming over the past 20 years spent learning and understanding the techniques behind the mana.
Swordsmanship: He is highly skilled with a two handed longsword and has yet to lose a sparring match.
Aerials: The past 2 decades have given Merrik ample time to master aerial skills with his Nightmare Dragon, they can preform even the most advanced manoeuvres.
Umbrakenisis: As long as his connection with Obsidian Nova remains, he can muster the abilities of the dark dragon to alter the form of darkness itself. His speciality is summoning a shadow dragon.
Knowledge Base: He has a vast sea of knowledge behind him, attained under the burdening title he carries.
NOTE: THE BLACK DRAGONS ONLY BOND WITH THE DESCENDANTS OF THE ORIGINAL DRAGON LORD, SO, MERRIK. MERRIK WILL BE THE ONLY ONE WITH A BLACK DRAGON.
Black Dragon: A Black dragon is a beast of the night, of the darkness itself. They are large, stealthy looking dragons with sleek features and extreme muscle definition. Their wings are powerful and thin, allowing for quick maneuvers and bursts of speed. Eyes as red as blood and black fangs that slice like razors. These shadowy beasts are rare as they were nearly driven to extinciton in the medieval times when they were hunted and slayed because the people believed them to be demons sent up by the devil. Their fire is black.
Naturally they are loyal, intelligent beings with strong morales and even stronger bonds. They will defend their human feircely.
Shadow Melt: They can melt into shadows, becoming invisible to all but other dragons, can also see in the dark.
Nightmare: Can cause the enemy to hallucinate, these visions are different to each person to accommodate their worst fears.
Umbrakenisis: They control darkness, the black dragon senses the lack of light and substance around it and can summon the void to create a powerful orb of manipulatable blackness. It can be hurled in attack or used to restrain those who do no understand the antimatter.
Dragon Name: Obsidian Nova
Dragon Gender: Male
Personality: Arya is kind towards her friends as well as those that are less fortunate than herself. When in the heat of battle, she can have a fierce personality especially when she needs to protect those in battle. If lucky, some may even catch her when she is sulking to herself from remembering about the death of her father, thus getting closer to the girl.
Backstory: Arya has lost her father while on the battlefield, which devastated her mother but it pushed the girl to do much better than before. The girl took up sword fighting just like her father, wanting to walk in his footsteps as he inspired her.
-Sword-fighting: Arya took up sword fighting when she was at the age of 17, learning things from parry to countering as well as sufficient ways to send her attacks.
-Hand-to-Hand combat: She learned how to fight with her fists in case she ever loses her sword
-Agility: Learning how to fight as also increased her speed a bit, making it easier to dodge attacks
Blue Dragon: A strange creature; muddled by evolution or breeding, it is hard to tell. These dark blue animals were once creatures of the seas, and though they eventually took to the skies and land, recieving wings and legs, they still have a dorsal fin on their heads and slight flippers at the tip of their tales. Their wings sparkle incadescently when they fly, giving off the appearance of the ocean waves.
In the old days these dragons were often found singing their strange songs on rock bluffs in the ocean, they were the sirens of the dragon world and this was a lovely game for them for they had no respect for the humans, only the tamers were worthy in their eyes. They are mesmerizing with their beautiful wings and scales, and hypnotizing with their eerily beautiful howls. They see their humans almost as possessions and are overly possessive and protective of them. Though they are highly playful and rambunctuous creatures by nature, they are nasty when angry and bare fangs like a snake to any who pose as a threat. Their flames are blue.
Siren Song: They can lull anyone to sleep or stupor with their ghostly melodies. Though the target is not harmed, they enter into a zombie like state until the dragon chooses to reawaken them.
Merlungs: Though they no longer have gills they can still somehow breathe underwater.
Canteen : They absorb water, storing it in a pouch lining their stomaches. When needed they can spew this out in either a hot steamy jet or a cool shower. They can't hold more than 4 gallons of water though, so it's not exceedingly useful for attacks
Dragon Name: Aquamarine
Dragon Gender: Female
Serious and quiet, interested in security and peaceful living, but also at times Open-minded and flexible, with a broad range of interests and abilities. Extremely thorough, responsible, and dependable but he can also turn Detached and analytical when needed, he excels at finding solutions to practical problems. well-developed powers of concentration and value system, which he strives to live in accordance with. Extremely loyal. Adaptable and laid-back unless a strongly-held value is threatened. Well-respected for his perserverence in doing the right thing, he tends to put the needs of others over his own needs. Usually interested in supporting and promoting traditions and establishments. Well-organized and hard working, he works steadily towards identified goals. He can usually accomplish any task once he has set his mind to it.
Jake was orphaned at a young age, both his parents dying of sickness, he was taken in by the church orphanage and being among the youngest in the orphanage,he and the rest of the kids his age grew accustomed to being bullied and beaten on by the older orphans who then stole thier meager rations and bedding on cold winter nights. As he grew older and the growth spurts began,he took it upon himself to defend and protect the younger orphans,A KnightNoble and benifactor of the orphanage took notice of him and arranged for him to become his squire and trained him relentlessly in the art of swordplay and adhereance to the code of chivalry,preping him to be able to take the oath of a Knight himself one day.
As a Knight he is proficient with longsword, lance and combat.
White Dragon(CLAIMED BY GHIRARDELLI): Their hide shimmers like diamonds in the sunlight. White as snow and lithe in build, they have crystal blue eyes that peer into your soul. Their wings have golden membranes and the spikes down their spine carry the same color. The white dragon was widely considered a symbol of bounty and luck in the days of the Dragon Tamers. They are rare though, as they were hunted for their scales which were traded like precious stones.
A white dragon prefers not to use violence as an initial mean, but will not tolerate threats. They are quite, reserved creatures,caring deeply for the good of the planet, and for the safety and well-being of their humans. They are the image of grace, and could once be seen floating around in the sky, napping amid the clouds. Their fire is white.
Purify: Can remove negative energies that taint living creatures. This will play a HUGE role in the story as the white dragon can remove the effects of the plague in extreme circumstances. Keep in mind, one round of purification will tire the dragon out immensely so use this wisely.
Soothe: The dragon can send soothing vibes to other living creatures, helping them to relax or remove their fear.
Projection: The dragon can create a stunning ray of light to illuminate even the darkest of areas.
Dragon Name: Alysia
Dragon Gender: Female
Age: 16 (Karin lies about her age, out of fear of rejection by Merrik)
Appearance: (Really struggle to find an image I felt fully justified her, so I came up with these two. Try to imagine a mix or something between the two)
Personality: Although a young woman, Kay has the persona of a little girl. She is extremely naive and innocent and tends to radiate vulnerability. People often feel a compulsive need to look after her. She's very easily intimidated, yet deep down, lies a well of undiscovered courage. Once you know her, Kay is a naturally kind and caring person and would ultimately do anything for a friend. Karin tends to get very attatched to anyone that remotely resembles an older brother figure, or protector and can be very clingy/needy.
Backstory: Karin still remembers when the plague hit. The other children had told wild stories about seeing people act like beasts, leaping on one another and tearing eachother to shreds. Karin had nearly burst into tears when she had first heard about it. Her older brother held her, he knew how she was. Keiro had only been a year older, yet it was as if she were his baby sister. He had always been so big and brave and always looked after Karin. He often had to hold her hand when she got scared, or he'd sit with her if she had a nightmare, stroking her hair as she cried. She had been with her brother when the pestilence reached her own home. She didn't know how long her Mother had been stood in the doorway, staring at them, a newly spawned hunger lurked in her eyes. Looking past her Mother, she saw her Father's lifeless face staring at her with a hollow gaze, his jaw hanging open in a lifeless warning. Her brother stood up then, sheilding her behind him. "Run, Kay." He whispered, no terror breaching his voice even in this nightmarish situation. She stood frozen, holding onto her brother for dear life as tears ran freely down her face. Her Mother let out a malicious, bloodcurdling scream and charged them. "RUN KAY!" Keiro screamed, throwing her aside and intercepting the bloodthirsty monster that was once thier Mother, holding her fury back so she could escape. The last thing Kay saw before fleeing as fast as her legs would carry her, was her Mother tearing at her Brother's stomach, trying to hide the agonizing pain he felt as he stared at her, willing her to run. She ran from her home, into the wilderness. She spent her first night alone with a sort of terror she never knew existed. The last of whatever hope she had left faded as the sun went down and the howls of the infected tore through the night. After somehow surviving that hellish night, she had awoken to find a large figure looming over her. She whimpered softly, terrified of her impending doom. Yet, it did not come. The figure offered her his hand, with promises of safety and a new life.
Skills/Abilities: Karin has an almost copy of her Dragon's ability "Boreali". As were her dragon's wings go an impressive assemble of colours of an aurora, her eyes do the same. Upon doing so, the splendor of colours are almost irresistable to look at and anyone who does is mesmerised, unable to move, or act.
These brilliant creatures are an icy blue color, with clear membranes on their wings that project the light in strange colors as it passes through. They are cold weather beings and do not seem to feel the effects of even the coldest winter chills. Once, long ago, they resided in the northern lands with the ancestors of the eskimos; they helped hunt whale and bear in the great north and come summer they would hibernate in icy caves to keep cool. They have light purple eyes and thick, stocky fangs and talons which they use for traction on icy lands. The people in the northern lands would call these dragons the Boreali, for the light shining through their wings at high speeds could duplicate the Auroras almost perfectly.
They are solitary creatures and prefer the company of their human above everyone else. Though they enjoy their alone time they are indeed polite, and thoughtful dragons whom are always a pleasure to converse with, given the opportunity. Their fire is cyan.
Ice Breath: They can freeze things with the low tempertature breath that fills their lungs.
Boreali: With wings so magnificent, they have learned to use them well in the area of distractions. Few can avert their gaze when a crystal dragon sets to producing a beautiful display of colored lights.
Bioluminsecence: The scales on these dragons glow a pale, blue light in the dark.
Dragon Name: Soul Tundra
Dragon Gender: Male
His mark is on his left upper back
Personality: A mere shell of his former self, Hart remains solemn and serious. With the loss of his vocal cords, low animal-like growling noises are all he can communicate with. Originally, he was a chatterbox who talked constantly but trauma and injury changed him into a machine searching for his own purpose in life. Hart has devoted himself into finding a meaning for his life. Very rarely does he ever remove his helmet preferring to wear his armor at all times. One gets uneasy when communicating with him, nobody can tell his true emotions beneath his shell of armor. Hart can usually be found sitting on the outside of a group preferring not to interact with other people.
Bio: Once upon a time, in a distant land across many miles of ocean and mountain, there resided a kingdom in the peak of its golden age. The kingdom's name was Asgarthorod, and its king was loved by his people, but loved even more was the kings son, the prince. The prince was the embodiment of their golden age. A prodigy in the art of war and other academic arts. The future of Asgarthorod gleamed with riches and glory. Cocky and spoiled by its wealth, the rich kingdom desired even more and decided to destroy and absorb a neighboring kingdom.
An army was formed and the prince was named the general of the army. As the army left the city, they marched proudly and arrogantly. Their arrogance was destroyed with their first battle, the other kingdom had fought battles for centuries nd was experienced and hardened, the spoiled and cowardly army of Asgarthorod was lost. The prince took a slash to his throat that nearly killed him. He lay near death covered in the bodies of his comrades and enemies alike. He drifted into a deep sleep. He awoke with a deep burning pain in his throat. He pushed off a body and fell off the cart. He had been thrown onto a cart of dead soldiers and counted as dead. Hehad to return to his kingdom to tell them of the enemy's frightening strength. Donning the black armor of the dead enemy general he had slain, he took a wandering horse and rode back to Asgarthorod. His arrival was grim, he found the entire kingdom razed and pillaged, within a mere week Asgarthorod had fallen. Broken and mutilated, he began to wander as a mercenary with no purpose in life.
-Rage-Using Blood's ability, Hart can unleash extreme speed and extreme strength at the cost of losing control of himself and becoming a near-animal.
Red Dragon: The classic, ferocious fire drake. This sleek, athletic creature is the fabric of fairy tales; they once took pride in ravaging the lands, viewing humans as being beneath them. Their fire burns hottest of all and their rage is near par in heat. They are bright red dragons with scales tipped in oranges and yellows, when the light hits them they seem to flicker and dance like an open flame. Their wing membranes are a deep, rusted orange and the tip of their tails are charred black from dragging on scortched earth.
A red dragon is a fierce companion and protector as their personalities are as fiery as their breath. They are stubborn, hard headed, and strong willed. They do not like failure and would NEVER forgive themselves if they failed their humans in a task. They are jealous by nature and do not enjoy sharing their tamers with other dragons, they have been known to get into brawls more than any other breed. Their fire is a scarlet red.
Scald: Their fire is so hot it can turn rock into magma; it can burn almost anything.
Haze: Red dragons have a strong internal flame, almost to the point of self endangerment. Because of the high core temeprature they produce more smoke than other breeds and have learned to use this as a defense. A red dragon can produce a thick, toxic cloud of smoke to deter their foes.
Flare: They can use their powerful flame to send a blazing pillar of light high into the skies, this pillar is so intense it can be seen for mile and miles away. Birds overhead; beware.
Dragon Name: Blood Fire
Dragon Gender: Male
Personality: His emotions, and actions, vary from situation to situation. But for the most part, he can be seen a a laid back individual. This does not mean, however, that he is lazy, when he actually puts effort into something he can get it done, possibly even better than anyone else. Another little tidbit, he always carries around a small journal or two, but a specific one rarely ever leaves his person.
Backstory: Talisar grew up in a rather small country to the north-east, if it could even be called that, I mean, it was made up of 3 cities and about 8 villages. Anyways, while it did not attract much attention, it wasn't a lie that this country had many of the greatest soldiers in their lands. Oh, should get back to Tal. Glacia was the country, he was in a village for most of his life and was the son of a guard captain and a merchant, his dad always was good with money. His family, when Tal came of age, managed to form an organization, and order, meant to protect the people from all threats. This included the plague. Tal didn't join the order until a few years later, when it was already recognized as a reliable source of protection by quite a few nations and city-states . However, this was not to last.
Power struggles within the order left it fragile in the first place, and when the plague reached Glacia, all hopes of standing together to stem it drop into the abyss. In just a few months, Glacia had fallen, and Talisar Steelhart guided the lasted refugees out while holding a small, bloodstained journal.
-Potential:: He has the capability to surpass most others in many, if not all, skills. From magic to melee, anything within his range is possible. That said, he does have to be motivated, or interested, to accomplish it.
-Training/Practice:: One thing he has never neglected is physical, sometimes mental, training. This has left him remarkably fit, though he doesn't use it to wear heavy armors or wield oversized weapons.
-Sand Blast:: Through Quake's ability Talisar can use nearby sand, or loose, dry dirt, to send a blast at his opponents that, while not likely harming them, can blind or knock them over.
Tan Dragon: Tan dragons are one of the older and secluded breeds of dragons and were first tamed by the eygpytian pharohs who used them to head both their armies and quests for knowledge. The great pale dragons have scales that sparkle like scattered sand and their wing membranes a deep bronze color. Their eyes are a dazzling deep blue and the tips of their tales are split into a Y. They will spend weeks on end deep in the vast deserts of africa sifting for lost treasures and forgotten civilizations. They have very large paws user to keep them ontop the sand and very uniqe vision to allow them to see past the moving particles of the ever blowing sand storms.
Tan dragons have high personal conduct standards and morales. They trust their tamers with every ounce of their being and gaurd them fiercly in return. They are very intelligent and enjoy indulging in their hobbies and interests, they are known to have hoards but not of 'treasure' as it is normally portrayed. They will collect scrolls filled with ancient knowledges, majestic head pieces from long past kings, or even dusty old coin collections. But their biggest weakness is to collect secrets; they like the thrill of the sole carrier of one's deepest, darkest tales.
Diamond Mind: These dragons cannot forget. Their memory is so substantial they will often find themselves recalling things that they did not even think they noticed, like the color of the bird that flew by last night or the number of people on a street it flew over last week.
Mirage: These beasts have the strangest abilitiy to create mirages to affect the wearker minded. They project the victim's greatest desire in a ghostly image that only they can see. However, this will not work on more intelligent prey as they understand the "too good to be true" concept.
Sandstorm: These dragons have a strange organ that they can fill with rocks and dirt, originally used to intake excess debris when sifting for buried artifacts. The organ grinds the material into fine sand which they can, at any time, spew out in a viscious sandy attack. They use their winds to send the small storm cascading at its enemies, effectively battering and temporarily blinding them.
Dragon Name: Quaking Sand
Dragon Gender: Male
Personality: Intelligent, respective, and Calm. Typically she does not speak, unless spoken too, which leads many to believe she is stuck up. However, Nyl just has a hard time socializing with others -- Not because she doesn't want to, but because history and time taught many to see her race as trash, and for her culture to see everyone as the enemy, or a Gaje(Outsider). It takes time for her to trust others, but once she opens up Nyl becomes rather friendly and more lively. Despite all of this, she can be incredibly rash at times, however despite the danger she always has a backup plan. She's very passionate about her culture, and as often as she can sticks to her tradition.
Backstory: The road was her home, and the caravan was her family. As a Roma, or Gypsy as some would call it, Nyl lived as a vagabond surviving on fruits of the land, and living among her own people. A deep racial hatred has separated the Roma people from other cultures, many seeing the race as trash, thieves, or barbarians for their lifestyle and spiritual upbringing. Once The Plague began to take grip on the world, the Roma people easily survived. They were raised strong, and held a deep connection with the earth and magic, allowing them some protection from the Darkness that was wasting the lands. Nyl and few others of her Caravan became rather skilled fighters, in an effort to protect the faction from enemies, and monsters.
Nyl has an incredible knack for never missing her target, no matter the circumstances. Her aim is top notch, deadly, and is capable of hitting her target at strikingly far lengths.
Hunting & Foraging:
These abilities were necessities among her culture. To survive among the Roma, you needed to be skilled in both.
Hand-to-Hand and One-on-One Combat:
Nyl has extensive knowledge and experience in hand-to-hand combat. However, she rarely ever uses her fists, but rather her legs. Her one-on-one abilities consist of techniques preformed with her legs, or when things get too risky, she has been known to use medium sized blades which she keeps along the back of her belt.
With a strong will and confidence, Nyl is easily capable of taking a few good hits and continue to fight with ease. It takes a lot to take her down, however this often leads to her receiving serious injury.
Gaining this ability from her Dragon, Nyl can create strong and dangerous currents of electricity capable of stunning enemies.
Dragon breed:Yellow Dragon: Their names can be a little deceiving as they are actually grey. Their bodies are the color of thunder clouds. But the membranes in their wings are a sharp, bright yellow, matching the shade of their eyes. Long ago they were mistaken for bolts of lightening as they adore flying in thunder storms and their bodies blend perfectly with the dark clouds. The are so fast that the beat of their yellow wings greatly resemble lightening strikes. None are faster than the yellow dragons.
Though their speed is a high advantage in the wild, they have developed... sporadic personalities. Most times they are exceptionally friendly and outgoing but can quickly become impatient or restless. They are faithful to their humans and enjoy nothing more than taking their tamer up into the skies to tackle the storm cloud together. They are highly social and love to observe and listen as well as speak and teach. They are very thin dragons but very muscular. Their fire is yellow.
Bolt: They can collect the static electricity from them and release a shockwave powerful enough to stun their enemies briefly or short out an electrical plant. Though painful, it is not deadly.
Sprint: Because of their intense speed they have developed the ability to sprint a few meters SO quickly that they cannot be seen by humans. This is a tiring process and they cannot do it too many times in a row lest they fall from the skies in exhaustion.
Thunder: Despite their fragile structure the yellow dragon had a roar so powerful it can deafen those who are unlucky enough to be on the recieving end of it.
Dragon Name: Abner
Dragon Gender: Male
Personality: Drokki is a quiet man, usually deep in thought. He is quite knowledgeable when it comes to survival and hunting, but is not used to being around large groups of people. In combat, he tends to be cool and collected, having grown up being accustomed to split second decisions when hunting or faced with an obstacle.
Backstory: Drokki was found by a trapper as a young child, his parents having been ambushed and killed by highwaymen while he was left to be killed by wild animals. Being so young, he remembers nothing of his parents, or if they had even named him. Instead he was raised by the trapper and his wife as 'Drokki', with no surname. This was due to the belief of his foster-father that "When a boy becomes a man, he chooses his own name."
He was raised learning to hunt, trap and fend for himself, becoming especially skilled with a bow and arrow, putting his skills to good use to help feed his family and earn coin selling pelts. Drokki left the comfort of his home an family a little over a year ago, hoping to 'earn his name'.
Archer - Drokki is quite the marksman, having grown up hunting for his meals.
Tracker - For similar reasons, Drokki is quite skilled at tracking his targets.
Trapper - Above all else, Drokki is quite skilled when it comes to devising traps. In Drokki's mind, if it isn't human/oid and he can track, trap and kill it, he can either eat it or earn coin from it's hide.
Special Ability: Beast Tongue - Drokki, through his association with Ragner, has gained the ability to commune with wild animals. While he doesn't speak to them the same way he speaks English, he offers commands in the same way an Alpha does. However, the animals may act of their own free will and there is no guarantee they will heed the words of a human.
Green Dragon: The green dragons are rumored to have rised from the forests themselves. They are emerald green with deep brown eyes. Their wings are shorter than most, but they are thick; made for fitting between the trees in the forest but durable enough to withstand branches ripping at them. They are smaller than most dragons, but make up for it with dexterity. A green dragon is generally calm and easy to handle, they are the do gooders of the lands; seeking out ways to bring simple joys to those around them. In the old days they could be found making rounds to and from the forest, delivering fresh fruit, nuts and berries to the poor and hungry. They are do gooders and seek to establish equality and peace among the different species of the earth.
A green dragon seeks to help everyone, and would happily die for their human. Their loyalty is unwavering and though small in size they carry thin, razor like fangs and talons that could do a horrifying number on any that cross them or their human. Their fire is green.
Chameleon: They can shift the colors of their hide to create a natural camoflauge.
Hunter: They have unbeatable senses of smell and can track almost anything, like massive, scaled hounds.
Way of the Wild: They can ALWAYS find true north, they can always find shelter, and they can always find food and fresh water. A green dragon is the ultimate survivalist.
Dragon Name: Ragner. 'Rags' for short.
Dragon Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark brown hair down to his neck, 5'8" slightly slanted green eyes, and light skin. Wears a black headband, a brown shirt with green trim, tan cloth pants, brown leather boots, and steel plated armor on his left arm. Carries a double-edged steel longsword, a bow crafted from the wood of an osage, as well as a leather pack of supplies.
Personality: He has a rather carefree and good-humored personality. He enjoys helping others and sharing a good laugh. He's not one to spend his money, more on that below, and money tends to be his primary concern. When he's angered, it takes longer for him to calm down than for most people.
Backstory: Irin grew up in a family of carpenters. He knows the building properties of most woods and stone. But dark times arrived, and the job just wasn't paying what it used to, and when his brother Tavad Wyrda came down with a terrible illness, he had no choice but to take on the better paying job of being a Sellsword. Medicine was available, but it didn't come cheap, and as such, Irin's only option was to take on such a dangerous job. His first job he completed with no more than his bow, which he had made himself. From his first target he acquired his current sword and armor. He found himself handy with a blade, and soon he developed quite a reputation for himself.
Seasoned swordsman: Carries a sword and knows how to use it.
Strength: Carrying materials around as a carpenter has given him the strength to do heavy hauling.
Marksman: Lots of training with his bow has made him very proficient at hitting his targets.
Whirlwind Blade: Ability gained from his dragon, he channels wind magic into his sword and launch blades of wind from it. (Kinda like in Skyward Sword. Except wind. So it's totally original.)
Silver Dragon: With eyes as green as emeralds, the silver dragon is a long, sleek, and muscular creature of the skies. With near black eyes and a glistening sliver body with massive pearly wings, they were once seen skittering through the skies, dipping in and out of the cloud line. They feel at home in extremely high altitudes and have what seems to be everlasting flight endurance. The ancients called them Chinooks for they would breath their warm air down the mountain sides as they soars over the peaks; a gift to the farmers when a cold snap threatened their crops.
They are graceful and elegant beings with a love for humans specifically. They once played with the cloud formations trying to maintain helpful weather for the citizens of the lands. These dragons have gentle souls and see their tamers as their most reverned companion. There is nothing a silver dragon wouldn't do for its human and through their unwavering loyalty and compassion they form bonds so strong that their humans too would do anything for them. Their fire is silver.
Fog: These snakelike creatures have an instinct from their ancestors to use the temperature fluxuation in their breath to slightly alter weather conditions; they can summon a layer of fog to surround themselves.
Sky Dive: Because of their genetically abnormal lungs they can soar the even the highest of altitudes and come shooting down out of the sky like a falling star. This may seem like a strange ability but there is no other dragon capable of a lightning quick ambush from the skies in the blink of an eye.
Twister: Due to the large area their wings hold silver dragons can soar long distances with fewer wingbeats, giving them their long distance abilities. But these large wings have another unique use; they can whip up small twisted on the ground; by combining their hot and cool breath with a current of air from their wingbeats they have been know to stir up twisters around 100 ft tall.
Dragon Name: Uram
Dragon Gender: Female
She is very cold on her surface, Yet quick to show the fire that burns in her heart and incinerates her very soul. She is not quick to show kindness or compassion, and usually keep everyone around her on a sword's length away or further. She does not look kindly upon those that look down on females, and will quickly show little mercy in dealing with those she sees as a problem. She is not a person to take lightly, and those wishing to approach her should do so very respectfully and with utmost care or find themselves on the wrong end of her blade. She caries a general distrust towards any and every one, Yet those managing to win her over will find themselves with a friend forever unless they on purpose betray her in such cases ill placed trust.
Outside of battle she is usually rather calm and gathered, thought usually mind her own business and are only found to ever really show compassion for those very close to her which are very scarce. Its not unusual to see her avoid crowds or people since she really do not like to be around people for many reasons, one of them is the obvious that she don't trust anyone. Another is that she hate being the one that walk up to people, she rather see that everyone distrusts everyone in the same way that she does, and she don't feel like she want to invade upon those that want people to come to them.
In battle...Once awakened, you regret being her foe..She is fearless and without much mercy in her soul. You will find her shifting completely from a usual calm yet cold woman who avoids unnecessary fights and just seem to distrust or despite everything, who keep to herself and usually make little attempts at approaching someone unless its completely Necessary. Until her soul it lit ablaze that is...Then she will quickly turn into a Merciless cold shell which only purpose in life seems the total slaughter of anything and everything that lives in this world, with little regards for personal safety she will march into battle like if every fight is the last she will ever fight. You'll see her fight with such fury and strength that you'll think that the power of a Thousands Suns Burn within her, and you'll soon realize that she won't stop...until everything is dead....Gone....Wasted....Yet she is not on the side of evil, she is only really...really pissed off.
She originated from a town called Heilmscross located inside of the mountain range of Heilm and a boarder city of both east and west. A Mighty citadel once laid here to ward off the forces of the east from the west, as it was the only way through the mountain range without marching around it. Yet as peace became a fact the boarder city would soon grow very prosperous from being a center point of trade between the east and west nations. The peace would be so long lasting that they hardly needed to keep many guards at the Citadel at all times, and even thought it never fell into ruin it mostly hosted only boarder guards that could ride out to protect traders of both sides in case of possible bandit raids.
Hrist's mother and father both lived in the City, both supplying themselves really well from being merchants and traders that could stay in the same place to buy and sell goods just as many others. Yet, Hrist did not share their common interest for merchandise and their business...she was a girl of a young age that always looked forward to see the passing knights that usually paraded through the city together from both east and west to show their tight bonds and lasting peace. She steadily grew more and more interest for knighthood enough for her to actually seek it out when she was old enough to wield a sword. Yet she would only end up making her parents very proud as they could see their daughter grow up into a very fine woman with a kindle flame burning inside her heart with a will to protect this land. Something a parent only could be proud of, seeing as she would keep their business flowing and help them anyway in her own way.
Yet, even though many thought peace was a fact...this was not the case at all. Eight years ago...It the start of such terrible events would start, Some calling it the Dark Plague and the rise of vicious fiends and demons of darkness. It spread quickly, and while it originated from the East many would soon flee the east along with it. The City of Heilmscross would soon turn into a central refugee camp, with the obvious being that with the matters of holding the peace required them to aid the ones escaping the darkness. Yet with the constant threat about and the fact that Merchants could no longer trade with the east...the funding's of the city would soon crash, it was clear that the refugees could not stay there...nor could the people of the west either...with the rising darkness about it was simply too dangerous, and since the people of the east had to abandon their homes many did escape with only little belongings to trade.
This would be problematic, people needed to eat and even though the crime factor was low to begin with it would not take many years before people would have to resort to petty crimes in ways to feed themselves and their families, a City like Heilmscross had little ways of actually supporting itself by other means but trade...and now with its mines being the only way of employment the lack of employment would be a serious problem and many included the inhabitants would ned to leave Heilmscross to seek Employment elsewhere as the trade route had stopped completely. The knights was not one of the few that had a Steady income and Hrist now being one of them would have to support her family, yet the darkness drew closer...and soon the City would need to evacuate those still living there.
The Citadel would find a use once more, as a line of defense against the darkness. Hrist was one of the ones that would hold the line to their last breath while hordes of fiends would emerge upon them soon enough. With her family out of the way now looking for new employment in the west, she knew she could fight bravely along with her friends, yet...it was not how it would end at all. It was not the monsters that would hit them first at all...it was the Plague. Their line of defense would be a deathtrap of its own before they hardly knew what had hit them, soldiers going berserk and turning into monstrosities and fiends...giving but one options...to slay your own comrades or get slain by them yourself. Hrist would see her friends fight to their death alongside her, one by one their ranks would either decrease by infection or by the hands of someone once being their friends...and even though they managed to stop the Plague from spreading...the small number of them that was left was cake stuffing compared to the incoming force of darkness.
What use was it staying behind if their strength was exhausted and their numbers so thin that they hardly would make a dent anymore?...out of the four hundred soldiers and knights once guarding the citadel only forty remained, and all of them including Hrist exhausted from battling within their own ranks or occasional stray fiends approaching from the skies. The Man at charge would finally give the order...it was time to disband...live to fight another day or flee with your still living beloved ones in a hope to reach a brighter place together. Even thought Hrist was felt ready to die that day just like everyone else...they would all agree in a silent matter that it was better to fight on a front where their sacrifice would have a purpose...or that they simply could do whatever they wanted until either a brighter future was reached...or the darkness engulfed the land....And so they took their horses and fled...that would be one year ago, and none of them have been very alike themselves since.
Skills & Abilities:
Heavy Sword Mastery: Knighthood Training and several years of Experience with an aptitude for heavy weapons and swords have left her among the best fighters you'll find using the heavy sword combat.
Heavy Armour Mastery:Knighthood Training and several years of Experience alongside aptitude with use of heavy armour have made her very agile even though wearing it. This hardly slowing her down any longer or weight her down.
Dragon Fury:By Will of steel, Heart asunder...Rage ignite, a burning thunder... Drawing energy and mana from her dragon, She can Increase her striking power with many times the normal amount, allowing her like her dragon to level houses and other things.
~Finishing Strikes~By heavens wrath earth tremble....Finishing Strike!...."
Final Blast!:A Quick dash usually faster than much can avoid, followed by a piercing thrust through the foe that soon are lifted and thrown into the air. After which a barrage of Fiery strike leaves a blinding blaze of explosive force from all directions as the User leap at their foe and strike with the intent to finish them off for good. Its usually Finished with the User ending up above the foe, whence they finish of by dealing a earth quivering blow sending their foes into the ground, after which the user soon drop down burying their blade into their foe and possible the ground before leaping off.
Dragon breed: Mountain Dragon (Brown Dragon)
Dragon Name: Kerochoious Eccecataur "Kero"
Dragon Gender: Male
Brown Dragon: The largest of all dragons, and the strongest to boot, the brown dragon is a behemoth. Though their size is impressive, standing at a shocking 14 FT tall, their mahogany scales are matte, not shiny. However the underside of their wings are as gold as the precious stone they collect and gaurd so fiercly. The brown dragon is a hoarder, they blend perfectly into the mountain side and spend most their time protecting their stash of precious metals and gems they have collected over the years. They are very proud animals and extremely intelligent. It is said that the first earthquakes were from these massive creatures scaring off thieves who prying into their stash, but stomping their massive legs and shaking the groung.
They prefer the ground to the air but will not hesitate to take to the skies to pursue and punish any who cross them or dip into their hoard. They are the noblemen of the dragon world and take place high regard for those with manners like their own, they are extremely chivalrous towards their human especially. Their fire is a copper color.
Bulldoze: These massive animals can knock over almost anything including trees, boulders, houses... although generally the tamer is expected to avoid allowing the dragon to level houses.
Earthquake: By flying into the air and dropping themselves to the ground, the earth around them will shake under their massive weight.
Burrow: They are master diggers and can dig tunnels and caves rather quickly.