The Wild Dragons of the Bezcitný Cliffs

[Clirkus]

In Character

Dragons. Ancient creatures of might and terror. Vain and arrogant, they come to make their nests in the crags of the Bezcitný Cliffs each year. The world is still young, yet their race is already old, reaching back generation after generation into the past.

These are not the creatures that some perceive today. These are not dragons which are easily befriended or possess great magical powers. No, these are the wild and savage beasts who have burned themselves into history and legend with the heat of their fire and the wind of their wings, caring not for the affairs of smaller, simpler creatures.

They are the offspring of Bezcitný; they have hatched, grown, left, returned to, and died on the harsh crags that overlook endless span of the western sea. But the world is changing, and growing smaller as more races are encountered. Strangers have sailed across the sea, bringing sharpened steel and weapons. Strangers who would not bend to the power of the dragons, but rather rebel against them; hunt down and kill them.

The world is changing, yet the cliffs and crags remain their haven. Stretching many, many miles along the coast and backed by high mountains shrouded in mist. Those who have tried to cross that barrier were never heard or seen of again.

The world is changing, and many hatchlings have been lost. But those few who survived the nesting season are strong, and the fire of their ancestors burns brightly in their hearts. Though they are young and learning, they know one thing:

The strangers are the enemy. And their offenses mean war.

>All major characters will start out as hatchling, fledgling, or adolescent dragons. Older dragons may come in later as secondary characters, but the idea is that the young dragons grow up together.
>As stated above, these dragons are not docile. They are very wild and vicious. "Nice" dragons will be seen as weak and treated with little or no respect.
>Dragons in this RP cannot directly use magic. Although there is a certain aura of mytique surrounding them as with all mythical creatures, they cannot cast spells or change form or the like.
>As they age, young dragons are likely to pair-off. Though they may not always live in the same place, dragons mate for life.
>There are many different kinds of dragons who vary in physical appearance. There may even be some dragons who do not have wings. Feel free to be creative in this area.
>Medium- to high-casual posts are encouraged.
>As the GM I, Clirkus, reserve the right to change or add to the guidelines as I see necessesay.
>On the above note, I also reserve the right to control where the story goes, but I would prefer it if I did not have to constantly. If you are a free-thinker and have a good idea, share it or put it right in if you can make it convincing and presentable.
>Have fun (this last one is required).

The Bezcitný Cliffs

The mountain range itself extends many, many leagues along the western coast of the Great Sea. At their highest point, the peaks pierce the clouds. Lower on the mainland side, the crags and rifts are shrouded in mist. In between there are rivers, lakes, and valleys; all hidden away in places that only dragons know how to find.

Name:
Age: (dragons age more slowly than many creatures, your character may be several years old and not yet know how to fly)
Gender:
Appearance:
Disposition:
History:

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Name: Vyvoleny

Age: 7 years (fledgling)

Gender: Male

Thickly built and healthy, his scales are a polished golden-brown with hints of green on his back, red in his wings, and yellow beneath his belly. He expects to grow a full crown or horns when he is mature, and vigilantly keeps his spines and claws sharp. Well proportioned and evenly muscled, he was one of the most promising hatchlings of his year. He tends to carry himself with an air of authority, even when he has none.

Disposition: Vyvoleny, or Vyv, had always been the brutish sort. Even as a hatchling he would let all those smaller, and a few who were bigger, know just who was in charge. His arrogance, however, has not outgrown his wit. He is crafty and intelligent and he knows it. Strong-voiced and skilled in getting his way. His temper is quick, but short-lived, and he is wise enough to know not to hold a grudge for very long.

History: Vyvoleny hatched in a nest beneath the ground, a cave carved out of the mountainside generations ago by the claws and fire of his anscestors. He grew up very independantly once he was taught how to hunt smaller game such as rats and birds, stubbornly refusing assistence unless he reached an occasion where he began to starve. As he grew, such occasions became rarer and rarer until his no longer returned to the nest at all. Since, he has spent the past years scaling the most difficult peaks and venturing into the fog-encompassed mountains. Often he would climb to a high point overlooking the sea and sit upon it for days until hunger or other needs drove him down.
He grew into an adept hunter and climber, and has only recently begun to fly short distances. Until now his wings had always been a nuisance to him, getting in the way and ruining his balance. Now he knew how to use them, and his daily exploits led him father and farther from his nest. Up and down the coast or into the valleys and small forests scattered about. Never once caring what became of his nestmates or fellow young ones. Only ever looking ahead to what lay in store for him.

[Antarctic Termite]

Oh yes, I like this idea. Working on CS now.

[DragonKingUK]

Working on CS

[Rook]

Would very much like to be a apart of this. Working on a CS.

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Name: Vael (Pronounced; Veil, like on a wedding dress.)
Age: 8 years (Fledgling)
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Vael is strong, lean, and black as night. He is of an average size save for his long for his size tail and the horns he recently grew. His overall length equals out to about 40ft from nose to tail. His eyes are a piercing yellow and are probably the only way to see him when he is in complete darkness.

Disposition: For the most part he stays away from the other fledglings and hatchlings, and especially the adolescents. The mature adults do not bother him as much but he still acts with caution whenever near them. He is not a cowardly dragon, simply one who intends to survive. Thats all it's about for him, living. He doesn't run from the others nor does he seek them out. He is fine with company but is ever cautious of those around him.

History: Vael has not lived an easy life as one of the few black scaled dragons in the cliffs. He and his nest brother had the poor fortune of hatching while their father was injured meaning that there wasn't any food to be had as their mother had to take care of the eggs and could not go hunt. This food shortage meant there was only room for one hatchling in the nest and so Vael killed his nest brother, who never even recieved a name. Vael has carried this with him his entire life but hardly ever thinks on it for more than a few moments. He learned quickly how to hunt and how to pick and choose his quarrels.

(OOC: let me know if I need to revise this in any way though I may not be able to do so for a few hours as I will be AFK.)

[Erranruin]

O_O

CS

(P.S I love you)

[Venomous]

Name: Voro
Age: 7
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Disposition: He has a bad temper is quick to anger. He's more powerful than the average dragon (of his age) and loves to prove it whenever possible. He's not very bright, but he knows how to fight. His kind of breed have a naturally powerful jaw, strong enough to crush rocks. He enjoys company, but really only if they respect or fear him.
History: He has a older sister and brother, who are already on their own. Voro has had a bad temper since he hatched and his wings developed more slowly, but his strength grew exponentially. His parents taught him how to fight as soon as he could walk, and they became quite proud of his strength. His bad temper and strength turned him into a violent dragon. He has only ever listened to dragons who have proved their strength.

[Erranruin]

Name: Skylla
Age: 9 years (fledgling)
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Disposition: Skylla is a ferocious and wild dragon, her innocent pride at hatching turned to a defensive pride after dragons sneering at her size. She is queenly in disposition yet no more snobbish than any other dragon. She knows she is desirable as a female and although she is not flirtatious she enjoys male attention. She has no time for fools and despises stupidity of any kind. She is quick to anger when the cause is justified and does not flinch from bloody battle. She has a very great confidence in herself and although this is not to an unreasonable extent she hates to appear weak to anything. No matter how wild or uncontrollable she is, she also enjoyed friendship, although it was a hard thing to become her friend, and she values her family highly. She often returns to her mother's nest and likes spending time with her siblings, learning the ways of motherhood.

History: Skylla was wild from the first, escaping from her nest as soon as she could fly and flying far sooner than normal. Her parents taught her very little before she couldn't bare the captivity and inactivity of hatchling life. She struck out to sea at first and her worried parents followed, failing to coax her back but managing to find her a jutting rock close to shore. They swiftly carved and melted the rock away until a small cave was formed and placed her there to weather the raging storms.

They pair had to return to care for their other brood and so were forced to leave their daughter for many days and nights at a time which worried them terribly, female dragons being rare and precious in dragon society. She learnt to fish almost on her own and soon the mouth of her cave was littered with scales and bones. Even so she barely managed to feed herself and her growth suffered in the most important months of development, stunting her for life. This gave her very little concern, being confident in herself and proud in any case.

When her parents returned to her they taught her more skills the one she most excelled at was flight. It seemed her body was perfectly proportioned to be airborne and in her mind she could easily grasp the complexities of flight, managing head-spinning acrobatics in the air after a few tries. In the storms of the sea she would play in the roaring, vicious winds, twisting in the turbulence and sometimes diving into the sea to soar back into the sky.

Once she was strong enough she returned to the mainland, finding her rock lonesome and not being one to remain in one place. She found hunting upon land both a joy and a trial. It was an exhilarating thing to swoop down upon a mountain buck and kill it without crashing into the rocks however once dead her smaller body found it hard to carry off the kill. Without it in her claws she could defend it against other dragons very well, being more agile and faster than most. But with it she was weighed down and she has lost many kills to marauding fledglings.

Even so she is respected amongst her acquaintances and carries herself like a queen, being a graceful and desirable female.

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A thankyou for the termite, I really didnt want that 20 seconds of my life anyway ^_^

[Antarctic Termite]

^Haha. You're welcome.

Also, I see I'm not the only one very excited for The Hobbit~ DECEMBER, Y U NO HERE YET!?

Name: Umbraterros (Shadow Earth).
Age: 11. (Adolescent..? If this is allowed.)
Gender: Mail.
Appearance:
(When he grows up, at least.)
Umbraterros is built for camoflage and smaller-scale stalking and fighting. His body is almost out-of-proportionly long, and resembles a giant fallen tree. A range of light greens and wooden browns, his skin is covered in moss, lichen and some grass. His face is long, ears large, teeth ratty and body slight, giving him an almost rodent-like appearance. His limbs are strong, powerfully clawed and long-fingered, but his wings will never be capable of more than basic flight.
Disposition: Umbraterros is sneaky and sly. If he had a motto, it would be "Set your enemies expectations real low... Then... When you tear their face off... Bask in the terror." His physical skill is profound, but he uses stealth and sheer sneakiness to overpower enemies. He makes sure to make allies of any dragon with stalker skills like his own, to prevent someone giving him a taste of his own medicine.
History: Due to his inability to fly for years after the other fledglings had begun hovering about, and his cheating ways of battle, Umbraterros was largely disliked by the other adolescents. He has begun to associate himself with other dragons more recently to prove his worth to the cliff colony.

[Vance Erebus]

finally got around to this.

Name: Xelir
Age: 9
Gender: male
Appearance:
Disposition: Xelir is ruthless, even by dragon standards. When he does something, he does it to completion, no matter who or what is in his way, even if it is another Dragon. Otherwise, he is a very social dragon, and loves to show off to everyone, and is generally pretty laid back. He loves adventure, and exploring places that are generally not usually tread by other dragons. This has labeled him foolish by some, but brave by others. He doesn't back down from any challenge if presented with one, and has great confidence that he will always succeed at his endeavors, even if he knows chances are slim. This has led to quite a few interesting predicaments in his life thus far.

History: Xelir was hatched deep beneath the earth in a magma cave. He never knew his parents, and from an early age had to forage for food, and teach himself how to hunt. This led him to having quite high confidence, even if others saw his chances to be low. Eventually he grew curious of the above ground world and set off. Liking what he found, He decided not to go back to the magma caves.

[Erranruin]

Hey Vance, Xelir sounds like someone Skylla would like, what do you say to them being friends already?