Dragon:
Name: Vardel

Dragon age: Teen(But literally on the verge of reaching Adult.)

Age from hatching: 219

Gender: Male

Magic: Rage/Fear- The use of Rage & Fear based Magics is the ability to magical instill the most mundane and horrific emotions into one's enemies. This magic gives the wielder the ability to create fear, feed on fear, grow stronger with the use of Rage, become harder to kill through Rage, and utterly shatter one's enemies through the juggling of Fear and Rage. Only a few Dragons are known to posses this form of Magic and it is often less explored as mastering means the wielder must openly through themselves into combat over and over again, time after time, to master it.Many dislike this rare Magic for it's innate ability to drive it's wielder into madness and blind rage, which commonly results in the need to end the Dragon's Life. The Dragons who do come to mastering this form of magic work much like Mythological Berserkers, tapping into Rage and Fear to become impossible-to-kill beasts that rampage the Battle Field with both an onslaught of pure fury, but a level of control unseen by anyone.


Dragon looks:


Compact looks:


Personality: Vardel is a quiet male, save for combat. He is often only saying the minimal of things unless they are on an important or interesting topic. When he is talking he has a simple, straight-forward manner of speaking and does not skate around the bush about anything. He is blunt, forward, and uncaring of people's opinions about him.

Background: Vardel hatched in a Egg clutch of merely five, with him being the odd one out of the spawn. He was unlike his siblings and parents in most ways. His parents, both female, were dragons of great Ice. They lived in a northern tribe full of those with similar arctic and northern magics. His siblings all picked up inherited magics of ice, water, and wind, while he took on... Rage & Fear. His physical form was even far different, considering his family was comprised of Quadrupedal dragons, while he was left bipedal, but with the use of his wings as forelegs. His siblings mocked his individuality, and for the grandeur of his childhood he had no idea what magic he held. When the first Aging Festival came around he and his siblings were finally able to transform into their compact forms, Vardel's being that of a taller male human, about nineteen years of age in appearance with a physique similar to that of an athletic twenty-three year old male, but he was cloaked in an armor made of robes, fur, and metal, fit with a mask. He had small black horns punching through the top of his forehead outward that seemed to blend with the mask almost, giving off the idea that he merely wore a costume. He preferred this form quite some time, staying in it to avoid the humiliation of his Dragon form around his siblings, until one day he finally went off while being mocked...

That day was a changing point for Vardel, the anger that swelled inside him came bursting out and he erupted into his dragon form and released a roar that instilled pure fear into his siblings, they froze as a red magic blared around them and his thunderous roar echoed through the village. He had finally discovered his magic, but he was also now put under close supervision of by several of the Adults. This was a hard trial for Vardel, because everything he did was being watched and every notion that came to his mind had to be okay with the Elders watching over him.

The next several decades were at the very least, fun for Vardel as the GrandGrandFather of the Tribe had one of the GrandFather's take Vardel out training daily. Due to this command by the Eldest of the Tribe, Vardel was watched over and trained by a GrandFather Dragon, the only downside is none of the Dragons in the tribe had Vardel's type of Magic, so the training was merely Vardel expelling his magic however he knew how, and then Psychological and Emotional Training given to him by the Grandfather. This presented both help, and hinder for Vardel as the magic he wielded was generally unknown to few and far between. He was never entirely sure if his training was actually helping him learn to control it, he only truly knew that his emotions were being reigned in for the tribe. The training promoted the heavy restriction of allowing emotions to take control. Vardel eventually became a solemn, quiet, Dragon who never really showed emotion for anything other then joy. Joy, happiness, and the like were the only emotions he could show in large quantities without setting of his magic. Due to this Vardel had little to show emotion for, as the sibling mocks, tribal disdain, and general outcast nature of him and his magic gave him little to be happy.

Vardel worked day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year to harness his magic. In the process he grew and he mastered a second Compact form, but he never really seemed harness much of his magic other then a handful of basic uses. That is, until he began studying humans. He used his compact forms to enter human cities and he began watching them, observing them, much like the Elders did to him. He learned many things about humans, as well as became curious about many more things. One of the most interesting things he learned about was the Dragon Church, and how it worshiped Dragons. He seemed to learn personally from the experiences inside the cities, almost as of learning about humans taught him about his magic, especially the Fear aspect. This was most closely related to his learning of the Church. He learned that Humans don't necessarily worship Dragons for the true belief that they may be Gods, but rather because they fear them. The church was built by fear in Vardel's mind. Humans are afraid of things stronger them then, and their one-track mind believes that anything of natural power stronger than them is a God or Goddess. Vardel was both intrigued, and disgusted by how the Church worked, especially their ideal of purifying a Soul.

After several decades of studying humans, followed by an extremely long period of training his magic on his own in the wilds of the world, he has returned to a tribe, but not his own. He couldn't return to his own, he didn't want to return to his own. He found a tribe led by a GrandGrandMother name Mirazaa.

Vardel looks quite a interesting dragon. I can see that beside his magic he had to learn emotion control to its finest to actually fully be able to use his magic. XD

Once you are done with the profile, done with the WIP I will accept you.
Please be in the dragon tribe in your first post than, Mirazan will ask you to save the dragons. and teach humans a bit of fear XP

Name: Ikkan Palax

Dragon age:Adult

Age from hatching: 300

Gender: Female

Magic:
Ikkan controls two elements in her dragon form. She was at one point thought to be a water god, but she has always had the second power of lightning control. She has been seen going into storming oceans, getting struck by lightning, and still make it out okay. Her main magic, is lightning manipulation, she can shoot a fire like breath comprised of lightning. When released it causes thunder to sound for miles. The lightning is a red and black flash in color and stronger than ordinary lightning. When it comes into contact with a surface or object, instead of just a simple electric shock, it sets it on fire (This effect does not translate over to Living beings). She can send it in blasts or waves of energy, coming from the spikes on her back in place of her wings. IN the most extreme cases she can engulf herself in lightning and form a living lighting bolt of sorts. For her Water ability, she is able to breath in water. She can Freeze a small amount of water, about the size of a small lake, when trying to freeze more, it'll be easier to break and half freeze allowing water to seep out from cracks in the ice. She can control the motion of water as well as cause water to appear from nothing, not so much making matter as taking water from nearby areas and having it appear as if she made it. In her human form she has the similar powers with the exception that she cannot breath either of the magic abilities and it is extremely tiring to control lightning, limiting her use in compact form.

Dragon looks:

Ikkan happens to be a wingless dragon, but her magical ability allows her to fly. Her movement when flying is a tad different, but also makes her a better swimmer than alot of other dragons, she moves in a snake/slithering movement to fly as well as swim. She is about 38m from tail to snout and weighs six and half tons or so.

Compact looks: *can be a picture and/or description*



Calm, Collected, and the aura that seems to change. These are the few of many simple words that can be used to describe Ikkan. She is has rather average sized female form who has shown her experience to many who know her. Her hair is light pink and the evidence of power circulates around her. These are small descriptions that will be expanded later, the most noticeable her body is her physical frame. She has a rather slim and toned body, having a sense of balance in the middle, she is not skinny to the point where it seems she has no muscles but her muscles are not toned to the point where it seems that she is mainly muscle and thats it.

Her face is also the place that shows a great story. The first things that one would notice on her face is it's changing demeanor. She is able to go from a calm and very collected to exasperated and angry. The scar that goes from her left eye to her chin are the remnants of the warrior that killed her siblings, telling the story of how she obtained her scar. The scar is a remnant of the faithful event that left Ikkan reliant on her powers to give her the ability to see perfectly out her right eye, though she can see somewhat, she needs optical help when she does not use her powers for help(Granted that is very rarely). Now she uses it as a base for her personality and to remind her never to fall into the same trust and trap she was in when she killed the Women who killed her family. Besides her scar, her cheeks are a bit chubby and give her a cutesy face, which she hates with a firm passion. Others might notice her lips that somehow fit her chubby cheeks and make her even cuter, which again she hates. Her wrinkles don't show much anymore, instead giving her dimples when she smiles. One would not be able to tell that she is 300, nor does she lead on to be, the only thing that would tell a person that she is old, is her infinite wisdom and attempts to guide the younger generation in the right path.

Her bright red eyes, tell a much different story, they tell the story of a soul looking for peace, but stuck at a cross roads. Her eyes tell the story of a girl lost in the sands of time so to speak, a girl lost in the impending wait of age, remembering the hardships she hard over came. They also saw the fierce, determined side of her, the will of the Palax. They show the intensity she can have, or the gentle kindness she is able to show. They also show the sorrow she sometimes has, the sadness of doing something regrettable that she can't take back, but they can also tell you that she is ready for almost everything and anything, she is ready to do what is needed to do and do it well. If need be her eyes will tell you that if the moment happens, she will give her all, life or death, and do what is needed to be done.

Ikkan's voice is another way of telling how old she is, it is not that it's old sounding, but it is deep and somewhat raspy, some might even say a bit seductive, but she likes her voice, she claims it makes what she says much more deeper than intended. Though it is deep, when she is embarrassed her voice will crack and she gets even more embarrassed. Her tone can very different though from time to time, it's a tad bit childish at times, but at the same time have a mother or aunt vibe. It can be quite the opposite as well, as when she is training or fighting it can be rather harsh to the extent you would not recognize her if your back was turned and you were completely focused on the task at hand. She does have a bit of an accent as well, though it is mixed and something completely different then one would expect to come from her mouth. It is not at all hard to understand but it is some how mixed between what a real world French and Romanian mixed accent. She has no idea where she picked it up from, but it has a french swuaving sound when she is anxious or angry.

The way Ikkan carries herself fits her almost perfectly, from her personality to her voice, it matches well. It is some what of a laid back person depending on the situation or a harsh drill sergeant vibe. When not helping train students, she carries herself as an old friend or relative, giving her a homey type feel whenever around her, it's said that when she is around it gets relaxing and makes you want to open up to her. She also carries herself almost like a mother when it comes down to certain things, especially when someone's emotions are in the hang of being broken, or changed. It is one of those things that she doesn't mean to do, but doesn't mind when it comes down to being able to help someone out and say something that could potentially leave a good mark on that persons mind. In those moments Ikkan will no longer care about how she carries herself, only to make sure that she is able to help him or her and save them from doing something utterly stupid and mark them for life.

Ikkan has a pretty well built body for a 300 year old, it actually is surprisingly close to that of a fully developed young adult and she is pretty thankful for that because saggy boobs are just...gross and hard to manage. She also shockingly sprouts a soft four pack on her stomach that isn't noticeable until she flexes. Her arms are generally unaffected visual wise but she has almost pure muscles and little to no fat on her arms. Her breast are a solid C almost D depending on the bra and she does her best to conceal them as she is super embarrassed about their size, they are too big in her opinion and she would much rather be B almost C if it was possible to change her size, but on to less perverted things. She has somewhat broad shoulders that allow her to carry herself high and with determination.

Personality:
She is a very particular person for someone of her race and stature someone that a lot of people would say a left curve for what job she has, some might even say it's a wonder how she’s wasn’t a human. She is one of the nicest beings one could meet, but there is something a bit off about her sometimes, it's not always apparent and some might even say one wouldn't notice it at all but there is sometimes a sudden change that she does when going from fighting to angry, it's almost like a 0-60 deal and it's scares a lot of people from how funny and quirky she can be to almost cruel like, one would call her unrecognizable when she is angry or serious. That being said she is able to hold in that part of her mind and personality in check and keep it from becoming who she is outside of fighting or training, though she could be considered Bipolar. She can also sport a sprouting of good spirit when the moment arrives and can be for the most part easy to hang out with and sometimes even a jokester when needed to be. Though when drunk she is almost a completely different person, one who is a bit of a flirt and tease and a big partier.

Ikkan has a very calming personality much of the time, like that of a mother or a grandmother, because of her experience as a foster mother. She learned to deal with a lot of problems and bickering and happens to have a very soothing voice that lets people calm down and almost want to sleep. She loves to go through problems with people and act like a mother or therapist giving her opinion on what they should do or say. She is over all the nicest when it comes to those sort of things and she loves helping others a lot. Even if they aren't the nicest she tries her best to help a lot of others with the problem, whether it be physical or mental she does her best to give her knowledge and smile at the person. Even a demon she had met once would find her personality interesting as she won't fight them unless needed and would even help them depending on the task. As long as its not killing innocents(What she deems Innocent), Ikkan will help with almost, again almost, every task. Though there are some boundaries she will not cross, those involve her body, killing others, hurting the wrong people. Those are the boundaries she will not cross even if her life is on the line and a sword is at her neck.

She can also be much like a sage when helping people through physical hardships, like giving advice, helping them social problems, even helping them with the problem directly. She tries her best to help strugglers out whenever possible, even ones that others think are a lost cause. If the person is willing, she do her best to help them , just ask nicely and she'll do her best to "fix" the situation. She loves giving advice that is honest regardless of if they will hurt your feelings she will not lie to you even if it comes down to saying something mean, she only wants you to get better and if things need to be said then she will say it, granted she does understand feelings and try to dial it back some but other then that you will get the truth out of her and nothing more. In the event that she does lie to you, which rarely will happen she would do it for the protection of not only herself but you and the people involved if it is that serious then at that point she will keep it to herself and only the people she is sure can handle it so that she does not cause mass panic.

She is a generally nice natured person, not hating of anyone, no race, no color of skin, all that stuff is nothing in her mind, even gender doesn't matter to her. She cares nothing of the color of skin or race because simply it is not one act that defines a group of people but individuals acts that determine the person. Make them who they are and give them a reason to make Ikkan not like them. Even the most vile people on earth, Ikkan can get along with because she is simply fascinated with how they think and would love to have a one on one conversation with that said person. Nor does she discriminate or hate a certain race because she believes that everyone gets a second chance, with what they do with that is none of her business just that they deserve at least one more chance and if nothing was learned from the last time then they are only then a lost cause she will give up on them. In her eyes even the meanest of people can be nice, whether it be small or big, she will show kindness to all people until they prove to her that they don't deserve her niceness what so ever. The reason behind her kindness and acting like a mother, is because of having no one for her when she was younger, she knows what it means to be alone.

Background:
Ikkan was born to the Palax line of dragons, who unfortunately was a line of dragon who were flightless. Ever since she could remember, she wanted to be like others and form wings, feel the wind between her scales, she could fly but to her it wasn't the same. Though no one said it, she was sort of left alone, not on purpose but she saw herself always staring at the others wings, longing to feel what they felt like. For this she was often off by herself, no longer wanting wings, but friends. It happened so quickly but she ended up shunning herself from the others, she went into the deep edge as a wingless dragon and when she became a teen went off by herself for a while. Two of her siblings followed her, simply to keep and eye on her, to make sure she stayed out of trouble. She quickly became adapting to her environment, with her older siblings help, she learned to use magic to the best of her abilities, but she still was losing control of her ability to use her magic.

One day when she and her siblings, she was practicing her magic, a normal day like any other. But for some reason her magic seemed to not stop, instead going out of control and setting fire to a small forest. The fire spread to fast for even all three of them to stop and soon it found a village, they were eventually able to stop the fire, but at the cost of setting a vengeance from the dragon hunters that resided with in the village. In the night while they slept together the hunters attacked them, one in particular was a woman in white armor, the armor of a fierce white dragon that had been the previous places deity or overseer. The story went, the old dragon killed her fifteen year old son because he was setting trees on fire and caused a horrible forest fire. In retaliation the old dragon decided to teach the humans a lesson and found the boys house in his sleep. He was later found dead at the foot of a tree. The parents of the child was able to raise a small group of dragon hunters from the village and went after the old dragon, without evidence that he was the one to do it. That dragon was killed in his very sleep, not even being able to put up a fight, ever since then the place was presumed to be deserted at least that was what Ikkan and her siblings thought. Ikkan and the siblings woke up, but were instantly thrown into a fight for their own lives, the white armored women seemed to be able to absorb their magic, a seemingly impossibly thing to do. That night lasted well into the morning and all that stood was the women in white and Ikkan. Ikkan nuzzled her dead brother and sister and turned to hear the woman's warning, to never come back and stay away, else she would kill more then those two dragons.

This only set off a time bomb in Ikkan, which allowed her to gain her second magic ability, her water control. She spent a whole number of months by herself in the mountains, plotting, planning, seeking revenge. She was no longer the dragon that she was, she was now driven to kill the whole village to "teach" them a lesson. When she turned two hundred, she flew at night, silent as ever, around her clouds began to form rain clouds, dark blackness formed around her. The horns on her back began to discharge shots of lightning, causing it to look like a lightning storm. She started making it downpour, soon it picking up so much that it looked like a monsoon as it approached the village slowly. The village through nothing of it and went into their homes, sleeping, happy, but Ikkan soon changed that. In a blink of an eye, she opened her mouth and the sound of a charge came from within her, she pointed her snout upwards and roared in anger, not only the roar shaking the entire village, but the sounds of an electrical discharge sounded for miles. The lightning struck multiple places within the village, and it followed with a booming thunder. The lightning started an unnatural fire that the humans couldn't put out this time, the dragon hunters by now knew what was happening. They armed themselves and came to fight Ikkan, but they could not see her, they only saw rain and the occasional lightning within the clouds. But this was all smoke in mirrors, in truth Ikkan did enough damage that it killed plenty of people, but Ikkan was out for blood.

She found the White Armored womans house, forming her compact form, she entered her house in a hooded appearance. The woman was putting on her armor and trying to console her children from their fear of the lightning and thunder "Are you afraid?...You should be, lightning can be very very damaging, I think your mother is aware of that, aren't you now?" the women in white slowly turned in fear. Instantly trying to reach for a weapon of any sort, Ikkan shot a lightning bolt from within the clouds above and it struck through the house, tearing the roof from its ceiling. The women pleaded for Ikkan to leave her children alone, she pleaded to just take her, to save her children. Ikkan replied with a no and pointed her hand towards the children "They will pay for your mistakes, I hope this will be enough for you to realize never to mess with a dragon again" she started to have another bolt hit the three children, but she saw something in their faces. She saw a sign of fear, a fear of...her, she saw them frozen in fear. She realized what she was doing, she was only making matters worse, she realized without peace, more fighting would happen. Doing this would only make more violence, yes her siblings died, but killing in return made things better? No it made things worse, she looked at her hands and realized was she was doing, the women looked at Ikkan fearfully, which in turn Ikkan raised her hand and the storm stopped. She took off her hood and looked to the children who were still afraid, raising her hand and forming water like humans who started dancing with one other, then looked to the women who had her children at her back, They ran from behind her to the small water humans and laughed in joy, already forgetting moments before. The women still looked on edge and ready to kill Ikkan, which in turn Ikkan explained why she didn't kill her children. The women still did not except her peace offering and instead told her to leave, throwing a knife at Ikkan's face and causing a huge scar across her face, but Ikkan changed from those moments even if the humans didn't. She went back to the village and explained what happened to her brother and sister. In turn she was scolded and punished, but later it followed that she became an adult through the ceremony and now tries to teach the other dragon children that violence is not the only way to solve something, sometimes it makes things even worse.

if I could reserve a spot for a priest, that would be great.

That sounds cool, it'd be nice to have another human character!

@ sheeplon feel free to reserve it XD We indeed need a few humans.

@AgentFallenSoul You used meters! XD Let me hug you XD

I may got a tiny bit lost in your description of her looks. But did I understand right that when she is in her compact form she has red eyes and dragon wings?Even thought in her dragon form she doesnt have wings and flies with her magic? (It is completely fine that she has wings in her human appearance, as dragons in compact form keep a dragon feather or two from their normal dragon like body)

'' Ikkan happens to be a wingless dragon,''
''Her wing span is pretty average, standing up she touches to the middle of her thighs,''

Ikkan sounds like a interesting dragon, and from the new ones who are joining showing interest I see it will be a interesting fit. I wonder how she will take that human hunters have captured dragons and will drain their magic. XD

I finished her and I edited out that part, I wrote his physical descrip at like 1 am, so it slipped past me, my bad

Human
Name: Ezekiel Verdirosi
Father Verdirosi is what he's known as to most people.
Age: 35
Job: Priest of the Dragon Church
Looks:
Background & Personality: Ezekiel's passionate, and has always put his heart and soul into what he does. He considers his job the best thing a human can do with their life. He's a serious and influential man, and thanks to his method of taking small steps at a time, has practically everyone in his church on board with his plans for the hunters. Many people outside the church consider him more fit to be a cult leader than a priest. Not that he's bad at his job, as he's a good person to come to for comfort and advice. He's always busy and doesn't appreciate it when people try to beat around the bush, preferring to get a situation addressed and taken care of ASAP. He cares so little for his own life that it can be worrying, as he's prepared to throw it away in an instant if his god commands it. Instead, he places his attention on the members of the church, namely the orphans and the staff.

Ezekiel had a normal childhood life in a devout family with an older brother and a younger sister, all of them home schooled about their god and dragons, and the church itself. When he became ten, his parents gave him up to the church with the understanding that he would be trained to become a priest. The training was rigorous, starting with studying, going to training, eventually going to become a caretaker for the shrines and the responsibility of making new ones. At 13 Ezekiel, along with other servants of the church, were arrested under charges that were never fully explained to him, only to be freed by Draken. He doesn't bring it up anymore, and the most he knows about the situation is that the old king pissed off his lord. When he was 21, against advice from his elders, he got in a fight against a hunter. This resulted in the loss of his right eye, though with his mask people tend to not notice it. Around that age he also had an odd, subtle relationship with a member of the congregation, but broke it off in a few months after deciding he needed to devote his entire being to his god. While making shrines isn't something he personally needs to do anymore, he still does, enjoying the process of crafting them. The church has a few orphans, and he treats them as if they're his own children. One of the orphans, Mattias, is his nephew.

Plot Idea: Ezekiel believes that the hunters are rebelling against the natural order of the world, and will cause the downfall of humanity if they continue to kill off his gods. He's started to wage war against them, denouncing them at every opportunity. He's even started to plan for attacks, and a few members of his church have been reported attacking hunters. Ezekiel has been studying absolutely everything he can about the guild and every member of it. He does want the ultimate death to be eaten by a dragon, if he has to die by trying to fight the hunters, than so be it.

I put his Bio up. Sorry it is poor and sorry it is so short. V.V

Also, I can see Ezekiel being an interesting character along with the Dragons. Perhaps Vardel and Ezekiel can get acquainted.

I think that would be neat o:
I like Vardel's take on the church, so it should be interesting.

Thank you, it is derived from actual Psychological views of Modern day Mythologists examining the beliefs of Pagan Pantheons. The fear of the world spawned need to make the world seem "explainable" and in many cases Ancient Pantheons were created to explain the mundane world, but in a way that still presented a reason to be cautious of the world, and the things in it.

That's pretty cool, actually! I've read before that it was based on a want to explain the world, but I've never thought about it more than that.

Yeah, exactly. We as human beings believe ourselves to be the top of the chain, in food and otherwise, but when something comes along we can't explain right away we have a tendency to create something that explains it. This is the basis for most Religions in the beginning, after a while though and science explained a lot, Religion took on other purposes around the end of the Pagan era. That is a whole other discussion though, so we won't worry about it.

@ManoftheNorth Accepted.

@sheeplon accepted

@AgentFallenSoul accepted

A note to everyone of you new guys. In the rp its night time. So feel free to make a introduction post from evening to the night. Dragons to be in the village. The days of the festival are still happening. The Grandgrandmother will call you up to assist in the rescue.
The priest may I suggest you to have observed the hunters moving something to their guild. Your church IS on the other side of the street. X3

Dont worry everyone will meet up at one point or another. Siabel is a dragon teen that grow up in a church in a far land. She can be a connecting point beetwen the rescue team and the church ^^

Is it okay to post now?
-Edit- IT IS, YAY!

Glad I took the advice of copying and pasting a post for once o:

so since me and winter are still in cages should I just yell and scream my head off threatening to kill the hunters or will someone want to interact with my dragon?

Jangel13 said
so since me and winter are still in cages should I just yell and scream my head off threatening to kill the hunters or will someone want to interact with my dragon?

A Hunter is talking with them right now xD

Jangel the Hunter never went over to Aster lolz xD

Maybe but he did talk to them