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Interesting, I might make a character for this...
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: "With these blades I will fix all the wrongs in this world. With these blades, I will find atonement."
Personality: Leon Servius is a man that follows his own path. He does not believe in any religion or other set of beliefs. He decides his own fate, and follows his own beat. On the surface Leon is an incredibly friendly and easygoing individual. He is more then eager to lend a helping hand to those and need, and will often go out of his way to do so. Some would call him naive, and some would call him kind. He is a sucker for the damsel in distress, and believes it is his duty to protect those weaker then him. Despite his apparent naïveté, he is absolutely remorseless in killing other humans if given probable cause. He believes that the evil should be bought to justice. He is very good at getting along with others, and has friends in every city across the land. Leon is driven to wander across Ahlunda helping others, and, of course, slaying dragons. Despite Leon's exterior personality it is easy to see he carries a lot of guilt with him. He feels responsible for the death of his family, and does his best to find atonement. Above all, Leon will never back down if he has to defend his friends or lived ones, determined to never feel the pain of loss again/
Brief Backstory: Leon was born and raised in a small coastal village in a land bordering Ahlunda. His father was formerly one of the most respected generals of Ahlunda's army, disgraced and banished for Ahlunda after a serious tactical miscalculation led to the death of an entire troop of men under him. His mother was a wise and experienced healer. He had a pair of brothers, and was the middle sibling. Their father was always tough on them, forcing them to become strong so they could join the army. Despite the way he left the army, he was still a patriotic Ahlundaian. It didn't take long for their father to notice that Leon was different from his brothers. Leon was faster, stronger, and more durable then them. It was obvious to his father that Leon was one of those born with abilities beyond men. His father became convinced that Leon would be his redemption. Through Leon's strength, his father would regain the respect he once held, and have his position returned to him. Leon's father forced him to spend hours upon hours training. Leon grew to despise his father and his family, and wished awful things upon them. On the eve of his 17th birthday, he fled his home, and went to wander across the lands.
Initially through his travels Leon was not the protector of the innocent he is now. Leon fled to a lawless land, and lived lawlessly. He cared little for the plight of the needy, and only lived for his own survival. He stole from others, even those that needed everything they had to survive. He used his natural skills for evil. However, it didn't take long for Leon's talent to be noticed by others. It was on a dark and rainy night in a country to the north of his homeland that he was taken against his will by a group of those like him. They were a band of mercenaries, who killed and pillaged for profit. He was unwillingly forced to take part in their business, and spent almost a year in their tow. By the time he managed to escape, he had killed many, and changed greatly. After he left, he decided it was time to return to the town he was born in and make amends with his family.
When he made his way back to the village of his birth he was shocked and appalled to find it in ruins. He picked his way across the wreckage of the village to find his home, and there he found his family, dead. He spent the following few hours wandering, crying out to nothing and asking forgiveness for wishing this upon his family. He soon passed out along a quite forest trail, from shock and exhaustion. When he awoke he found himself in an unfamiliar bed. A young girl found him and took him to her family, who sheltered him. The family cared for Leon and treated him as their own. He decided to himself that to repay their kindness and atone for his families death he would help others. He left the family, thanking them and promising to return, and went to wonder across the land his father wanted to respect him: Ahlunda. Leon has spent the following years living up to his promise, helping others, honing his skills, and learning how to make friends with others. He's grown a small reputation in certain areas of Ahlunda as a strong and reliable person that is willing to help others. He does not ask for payment, but takes it when offered, only so he can sustain himself. When he heard of the trouble in the Great Iron Mountains, he naturally was drawn to it.
Abilities: Leon has an incredibly unique fighting style compared to many of his kind. Although most opt to take advantage of their natural strength and speed to do amazing feats in heavy armor, Leon instead wears simple leather armor and a green cloak. Due to his light load, natural abilities, and years of training, he is able to move amazingly fast, easily able to be missed with the blink of an eye. He supplements his speed with an acrobatic and energetic combat style, outlasting and overwhelming his enemies if they are able to survive the initial blow, quite the feat considering Leon's speed. In battle Leon uses his two swords to become a whirling spiral of death, taking out scores of human enemies, and making short work of most dragons.
Equipment: Leon's armor is very simple, opting to wear leather armor covered by a green cloak. He wields a pair of steel swords, family heirlooms passed down to him by his father.
Just so I can pitch the idea before makings an entire CS of it, would it be ok for me to make a dragon bound to human form and fired to serve and aid the dragon slayers as the ultimate punishment?
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Um... no? ^^;
There's magic, but it's more limited then in some other settings(still there, there are mages and all but there's not like ones in every town and everything and it's much more commonly found in objects), and definitely not the kind that would let you turn a pure evil dragon into a human who would work with humans.
There's magic, but it's more limited then in some other settings(still there, there are mages and all but there's not like ones in every town and everything and it's much more commonly found in objects), and definitely not the kind that would let you turn a pure evil dragon into a human who would work with humans.
Name: Darvyn Mackford
Age: 26
Male
Appearance: A massive, light-skinned man, Darvyn has long red hair and blue eyes. When in town, he prefers to wear light clothing and bright colors.
Personality: Loud and brash, Darvyn is famous for never backing down from a challenge, whether hunting dragons or playing cards. He's loyal to his friends, but realizes in his line of work, getting too attached is very risky. He does have a predilection for spending time in taverns, and the seedier, the better.
Backstory: Darvyn grew up in a small mining town. His prodigious strength was noticed almost as soon as he began working in the mines, as he was a thirteen-year-old able to haul up more ore than most adults. When he turned eighteen, he headed for Maison, finding work as a mercenary. On his first contract, he destroyed the Black Tree Bandits nearly single-handedly, and the truth began to dawn on him that he was a dragonslayer. He's since brought low several smaller dragons, but with the reports of a massive group near Great Iron Mountain, he's ready for the big time.
Abilities: Darvyn believes that the best defense is a good offense, and fights like a berserker. He has a practical knowledge of smithing, and the weapons and armor he makes are good quality. He also is willing to fight dirty, knowing that his primary goal is to keep himself alive long enough to kill his foe.
Equipment: Darvyn wears medium steel armor, and carries a massive two-handed axe named Scaleslayer. Most men could scarcely lift it. Darvyn is not like most men.
Age: 26
Male
Appearance: A massive, light-skinned man, Darvyn has long red hair and blue eyes. When in town, he prefers to wear light clothing and bright colors.
Personality: Loud and brash, Darvyn is famous for never backing down from a challenge, whether hunting dragons or playing cards. He's loyal to his friends, but realizes in his line of work, getting too attached is very risky. He does have a predilection for spending time in taverns, and the seedier, the better.
Backstory: Darvyn grew up in a small mining town. His prodigious strength was noticed almost as soon as he began working in the mines, as he was a thirteen-year-old able to haul up more ore than most adults. When he turned eighteen, he headed for Maison, finding work as a mercenary. On his first contract, he destroyed the Black Tree Bandits nearly single-handedly, and the truth began to dawn on him that he was a dragonslayer. He's since brought low several smaller dragons, but with the reports of a massive group near Great Iron Mountain, he's ready for the big time.
Abilities: Darvyn believes that the best defense is a good offense, and fights like a berserker. He has a practical knowledge of smithing, and the weapons and armor he makes are good quality. He also is willing to fight dirty, knowing that his primary goal is to keep himself alive long enough to kill his foe.
Equipment: Darvyn wears medium steel armor, and carries a massive two-handed axe named Scaleslayer. Most men could scarcely lift it. Darvyn is not like most men.
(Please forgive my impatience. :() When will the story start?
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@Daird: Accepted.
@Gareth: Given how many players I got so quickly, probably in a couple days at latest. ^^;
@Gareth: Given how many players I got so quickly, probably in a couple days at latest. ^^;
Name: Drake, The Errant
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: The Errant No armor
Personality: An errant knight who prefers to idle about rather than attack with ferocity, he is generally the last to enter combat but is very capable when he chooses to commit his all. He has lost many friends in the past years slaying the mighty beasts and chooses not to create new friendships for this purpose. He prefers to work alone and finds solace in solitude. Other than that, he does not care for justice nor what is right. He fights in homage to the first partner he lost in combat, his now late lord.
Brief Backstory: Drake was originally a Knight under the service of the lord of Vale, Albert. They had grown up together during the early years of their lives and they had always stuck together. Fortunately, they were both blessed with the physical strength used to strike back at the dragons however Albert was groomed to become the next Lord. So in his stead, Drake promised to fight dragons in his name as well as his own. With the many responsibilities of being a Lord, Albert and Drake grew apart and the two began to walk separate paths.
Two years after their separation, the last Lord of Vale, (Albert's Father) passed away in a tragic accident. Albert took his place as Lord and had much too do rather than spend time with Drake as they used to. A year later, Drake once again back in town to visit was called in to meet Albert. A dragon had been terrorizing the country-side and he was requested to assist Vale in killing it. Little did he know at the time he'd be paired with Albert himself, who would rather fight than stay home.
Drake sighed audibly as he walked next to his childhood friend, Albert. "I just don't understand why you would want to come out here yourself, it's dangerous." The two walked in silence for a while as they approached the last reported sighting of the dragon, finally Albert broke the silence, "The gap between us has grown wide and there is no man I can trust here in Vale, sometimes I just wish for what we had in the past. An innocent relationship with no deep motives of using one another." He too sighed before pulling his sword out of it's scabbard. "However, I am just as blessed as you are and in the battlefield I can run from the responsibilities of Vale. Albeit, temporarily."
He tested it's balance in his hands before quickly placing the flat side on each of Drake's shoulders forcing him to his knees in the process. "I knight you in my name, Sir Drake. We may not be able to spend time together, however I hope that you can still fight for my sake and for Vale." Drake stood once more somehow feeling smaller than before, "It is because I am experienced that I wish for you not to enter the battlefield. Inexperience can lead to death, I can only assume that the first kill can lead to death for most Slayers."
Albert smiled at him, "It's a good thing that I have Sir Drake to protect me." Drake shook his head and whispered to himself, "If I cannot protect myself first, then how can I protect you, Albert?" The conversation had ended and the two young men walked to the top of the hill, resting in the valley beneath them was a light blue Dragon engaged with the Vanguard. Drake sighed and pulled out his Modified Falchion specially made for him. "I'll see you at the bottom then."
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Drake pulled down his visor as he neared the bottom of the hill, bodies lay either scorched or in small heaps on the grass. He silently waved his sword in a circle before planting it into the ground, "May the winds carry me through the fear and protect me from the fire. May the earth reinforce my will and give me strength." He pulled the Falchion from the ground and lifted it into position. The dragon itself was engaged with the remnants of the Vanguard, still enraged that man dared to challenge it. However he was no mere mortal, but one blessed with the physique and talent to slay. Breathing deeply he braced himself for combat and lifted his feet to be on the balls. The moment he exhaled he took off, everything in his mind being blown away by the sheer speed of the wind blowing past him. Rocketing along the ground, he pushed himself off the earth and into the air above the dragon. It's attention still on the men running away before it. He spun his falchion wildly in a circle to pick up momentum before falling back down towards it's wings. If he could take out the wings there would be no escape for it.
He braced himself for impact before smashing into the small of it's back alongside the two bony wings. The Falchion twirling in his hands as it ripped apart the vellum that was it's wings. The dragon reared it's head in pain almost throwing him off the back but he held onto the blade still embedded into the wing, digging it even deeper than before. As the dragon pulled it's head back he scrambled towards the next wing to find Albert there hacking away at the connectors to the back. The next section the dragon twirled in place throwing both of them off and into the ground. It's spiked tail tearing through the Vanguard as it turned towards them. Pulling himself off the ground he prepared to deflect or parry the dragon's claws. Instead, it lifted it's tail and smashed it into the ground next to them lifting the film of dirt and creating a perpetual smoke screen. Blinded he held his sword in front of him as a shield and walked parallel as if the dirt were a riptide. As he escaped the cloud of dirt he turned back to see Albert in the dragon's claw, seconds later he could hear the crunch as he was squeezed to death in it's palm.
In complete disbelief, Drake stood there silently watching as his friend slipped from it's palm and crumbled against the ground. Rage overtook his every emotion as he ran towards it, putting every ounce of his strength into his legs to pick up speed. Before reaching the dragon, he jumped with all the power he could muster all the way up to it's head. The slanted pupils and steam coming from his nostrils greeted him, but he ignored the fire as it blazed around him. No amount of pain could stop him now, not even hell fire. Letting the strength leave his legs he put everything into his arms and chopped at it's neck cleaving meat from it as he went. The panicked dragon strengthened it's fire as he held his place in air, his Falchion cutting slice for slice from the dragon's neck as he stood there suspended. "May the flames take you, Dragon." His sword grew brightly in the flames, burning a molten white as the flames compounded themselves inside the gem in the sword before bursting into flames as the sword struck the flesh of it's neck. Even though dragons have natural resistant to flames, they conflaragated and the entire neck of the dragon burst into white flames. It's flames weakened before stopping entirely, it's body crumpling up as it fell to the ground once again smashing Albert's body into a paste.
He felt himself falling from the air before smashing into the ground, his armor seriously dented but the blade still glowing a molten white searing the air around him. He stood up briefly before kneeling in front of the dragon, his Falchion stabbed into the dirt allowing it to cool off as the steam whispered lazily from the ground. "You may have taken a friend from me, however it cannot damage my will to fight. You may have taken Albert from me, however I will take from you all that you know dragon. Everything."
The steaming corpse of the dragon lay silent before his will and he stood up before leaving. He would not allow himself to be blamed for Albert's death, but it was indeed his fault.
"Drake." He heard his name whispered from nearby weakly, Drake whirled to find Albert crumpled on the ground utterly broken. Everything but his head intact, (A helm gifted by Drake had saved at least that much). "W-why did you run? You have the strength do you not? The will to fight? Why must you run?"
Drake stared at Albert for a few seconds through the steam, "Because I am afraid and nothing will ever change that."
Albert laughed weakly, "Then you must find the strength and courage to stand up to them, to fight for me, Sir Drake."
Albert died before him and he walked away tears in his eyes.
Abilities - Extremely skilled in controlling impacts, jumps and his own strength when it comes to jumping and swinging. While he lacks finesse in air, he boasts power. Can suspend himself in air by using his strength to push him in a direction (I.E Swinging towards a dragon pushes him towards it while not allowing him to fall.) While capable of suspending himself in air, it is only for a few seconds and he must be attacking otherwise he'll fall back down. The style of the Falchion does not allow it to easily grip onto dragons and will make him reconsider fighting in the air unless they're already on the ground. Essentially, he targets the wings of unsuspecting dragons before engaging them on the ground.
Equipment: A modified Falchion with a gem designed to absorb large quantities of heat. Once reaching a critical point, it will expel all of the collected heat and ignite the sword's metal core turning it into a Falchion of Flame for a minute. Heat resistant armor, (Due to the runes inscribed in it in the picture), reinforced metal boots for impact purposes.
The armor and Falchion were created by the same master-smith.
Let me know if anything needs to be changed, (Titles of Albert etc or the name of Vale and etc.)
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: The Errant No armor
Personality: An errant knight who prefers to idle about rather than attack with ferocity, he is generally the last to enter combat but is very capable when he chooses to commit his all. He has lost many friends in the past years slaying the mighty beasts and chooses not to create new friendships for this purpose. He prefers to work alone and finds solace in solitude. Other than that, he does not care for justice nor what is right. He fights in homage to the first partner he lost in combat, his now late lord.
Brief Backstory: Drake was originally a Knight under the service of the lord of Vale, Albert. They had grown up together during the early years of their lives and they had always stuck together. Fortunately, they were both blessed with the physical strength used to strike back at the dragons however Albert was groomed to become the next Lord. So in his stead, Drake promised to fight dragons in his name as well as his own. With the many responsibilities of being a Lord, Albert and Drake grew apart and the two began to walk separate paths.
Two years after their separation, the last Lord of Vale, (Albert's Father) passed away in a tragic accident. Albert took his place as Lord and had much too do rather than spend time with Drake as they used to. A year later, Drake once again back in town to visit was called in to meet Albert. A dragon had been terrorizing the country-side and he was requested to assist Vale in killing it. Little did he know at the time he'd be paired with Albert himself, who would rather fight than stay home.
Drake sighed audibly as he walked next to his childhood friend, Albert. "I just don't understand why you would want to come out here yourself, it's dangerous." The two walked in silence for a while as they approached the last reported sighting of the dragon, finally Albert broke the silence, "The gap between us has grown wide and there is no man I can trust here in Vale, sometimes I just wish for what we had in the past. An innocent relationship with no deep motives of using one another." He too sighed before pulling his sword out of it's scabbard. "However, I am just as blessed as you are and in the battlefield I can run from the responsibilities of Vale. Albeit, temporarily."
He tested it's balance in his hands before quickly placing the flat side on each of Drake's shoulders forcing him to his knees in the process. "I knight you in my name, Sir Drake. We may not be able to spend time together, however I hope that you can still fight for my sake and for Vale." Drake stood once more somehow feeling smaller than before, "It is because I am experienced that I wish for you not to enter the battlefield. Inexperience can lead to death, I can only assume that the first kill can lead to death for most Slayers."
Albert smiled at him, "It's a good thing that I have Sir Drake to protect me." Drake shook his head and whispered to himself, "If I cannot protect myself first, then how can I protect you, Albert?" The conversation had ended and the two young men walked to the top of the hill, resting in the valley beneath them was a light blue Dragon engaged with the Vanguard. Drake sighed and pulled out his Modified Falchion specially made for him. "I'll see you at the bottom then."
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Drake pulled down his visor as he neared the bottom of the hill, bodies lay either scorched or in small heaps on the grass. He silently waved his sword in a circle before planting it into the ground, "May the winds carry me through the fear and protect me from the fire. May the earth reinforce my will and give me strength." He pulled the Falchion from the ground and lifted it into position. The dragon itself was engaged with the remnants of the Vanguard, still enraged that man dared to challenge it. However he was no mere mortal, but one blessed with the physique and talent to slay. Breathing deeply he braced himself for combat and lifted his feet to be on the balls. The moment he exhaled he took off, everything in his mind being blown away by the sheer speed of the wind blowing past him. Rocketing along the ground, he pushed himself off the earth and into the air above the dragon. It's attention still on the men running away before it. He spun his falchion wildly in a circle to pick up momentum before falling back down towards it's wings. If he could take out the wings there would be no escape for it.
He braced himself for impact before smashing into the small of it's back alongside the two bony wings. The Falchion twirling in his hands as it ripped apart the vellum that was it's wings. The dragon reared it's head in pain almost throwing him off the back but he held onto the blade still embedded into the wing, digging it even deeper than before. As the dragon pulled it's head back he scrambled towards the next wing to find Albert there hacking away at the connectors to the back. The next section the dragon twirled in place throwing both of them off and into the ground. It's spiked tail tearing through the Vanguard as it turned towards them. Pulling himself off the ground he prepared to deflect or parry the dragon's claws. Instead, it lifted it's tail and smashed it into the ground next to them lifting the film of dirt and creating a perpetual smoke screen. Blinded he held his sword in front of him as a shield and walked parallel as if the dirt were a riptide. As he escaped the cloud of dirt he turned back to see Albert in the dragon's claw, seconds later he could hear the crunch as he was squeezed to death in it's palm.
In complete disbelief, Drake stood there silently watching as his friend slipped from it's palm and crumbled against the ground. Rage overtook his every emotion as he ran towards it, putting every ounce of his strength into his legs to pick up speed. Before reaching the dragon, he jumped with all the power he could muster all the way up to it's head. The slanted pupils and steam coming from his nostrils greeted him, but he ignored the fire as it blazed around him. No amount of pain could stop him now, not even hell fire. Letting the strength leave his legs he put everything into his arms and chopped at it's neck cleaving meat from it as he went. The panicked dragon strengthened it's fire as he held his place in air, his Falchion cutting slice for slice from the dragon's neck as he stood there suspended. "May the flames take you, Dragon." His sword grew brightly in the flames, burning a molten white as the flames compounded themselves inside the gem in the sword before bursting into flames as the sword struck the flesh of it's neck. Even though dragons have natural resistant to flames, they conflaragated and the entire neck of the dragon burst into white flames. It's flames weakened before stopping entirely, it's body crumpling up as it fell to the ground once again smashing Albert's body into a paste.
He felt himself falling from the air before smashing into the ground, his armor seriously dented but the blade still glowing a molten white searing the air around him. He stood up briefly before kneeling in front of the dragon, his Falchion stabbed into the dirt allowing it to cool off as the steam whispered lazily from the ground. "You may have taken a friend from me, however it cannot damage my will to fight. You may have taken Albert from me, however I will take from you all that you know dragon. Everything."
The steaming corpse of the dragon lay silent before his will and he stood up before leaving. He would not allow himself to be blamed for Albert's death, but it was indeed his fault.
"Drake." He heard his name whispered from nearby weakly, Drake whirled to find Albert crumpled on the ground utterly broken. Everything but his head intact, (A helm gifted by Drake had saved at least that much). "W-why did you run? You have the strength do you not? The will to fight? Why must you run?"
Drake stared at Albert for a few seconds through the steam, "Because I am afraid and nothing will ever change that."
Albert laughed weakly, "Then you must find the strength and courage to stand up to them, to fight for me, Sir Drake."
Albert died before him and he walked away tears in his eyes.
Abilities - Extremely skilled in controlling impacts, jumps and his own strength when it comes to jumping and swinging. While he lacks finesse in air, he boasts power. Can suspend himself in air by using his strength to push him in a direction (I.E Swinging towards a dragon pushes him towards it while not allowing him to fall.) While capable of suspending himself in air, it is only for a few seconds and he must be attacking otherwise he'll fall back down. The style of the Falchion does not allow it to easily grip onto dragons and will make him reconsider fighting in the air unless they're already on the ground. Essentially, he targets the wings of unsuspecting dragons before engaging them on the ground.
Equipment: A modified Falchion with a gem designed to absorb large quantities of heat. Once reaching a critical point, it will expel all of the collected heat and ignite the sword's metal core turning it into a Falchion of Flame for a minute. Heat resistant armor, (Due to the runes inscribed in it in the picture), reinforced metal boots for impact purposes.
The armor and Falchion were created by the same master-smith.
Let me know if anything needs to be changed, (Titles of Albert etc or the name of Vale and etc.)
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While I don't see anything wrong, it would probably be good to have a non-armored appearance for reference. ^^;
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So at the very least the OOC is going up today, if not the IC.
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Very Interested. Possible entrant. Is magic enough for a weaponmaster that uses magic on his sword to become different weapons? His dragonslayer ability.
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