Dragons. Ancient creatures of might and terror. Vain and arrogant, they come to make their nests in the crags of the Bezcitnę 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 Bezcitnę; 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 Bezcitnę 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.
Age: (dragons age more slowly than many creatures, your character may be several years old and not yet know how to fly)
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Age: 7 years (fledgling)
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.