I would like to reserve. ^_^

@Chronothesis We're currently full. We have like nineteen people with us OTL.

@Renny Would you want Nyx? Her sheet isn't finished, though.

@Ambra:v Aw.
Well, do let me know if you end up with an uneven amount of riders/dragons or don't hear from everyone in the original crew! Please and thank you

Username: taistelusopuli
Name: Nathair-Sgiathach "Nath or Nathair" Marcach
Age: 24
Gender: male

Rank: unranked
Equipment: Weapons - Two karambit-knives and kampilan | Other - First aid kit with bandages, ointments and herbs that provide and adrenaline rush or makes one temporarily numb to pain; Tool pouch

Appearance: Nathair is about 5 feet and 7 inches tall. His a bit over 180 pound body is fit and toned but not overly muscular. His skin has tanned slightly during his time in the South but it is still obvious that he comes from further North. He moves around lightly with extraordinary balance.

Most of the time Nathair wears somewhat loose dark colored clothes to make moving light and easy. His long sleeved shirt has a well sitting hood he uses sometimes. Strapped around his forearms he has protective leather bracelets. His pants he has tucked into his light high neck leather boots that he has also strapped.

As his battle gear Nathair uses a hardened leather vest with cauldrons that has some strategically placed in-sowed steel plates. Around his waist he has a leather belt with a first aid kit and his tool pouch. Behind his back, attached to his belt his has a horizontally placed sheath with his kampilan. Strapped on his thighs he has to karambits.

Personality: In his core Nathair is an open, welcoming, positive person who wants to do what is right. For a long time though, he has been rather gloomy - pretty much ever since he left from home. He is a kind of a dare devil and values nothing more than a real friend and a brother in arms. He does not get angry often, but when he does he usually just is silent and walks away to be alone for a moment. In action he is accurate and determined. He keeps pushing forward to victory. He does not give up and this regard it can be hard for him to see when it is good to let go.

Short Biography: Nathair comes from the North coast of Ambrosis. There he had been a dragon rider and a protector of a village he was born in most of his life. He had a special relationship with his dragon at the time. He flew without chains and they were like brothers. Their unity and cooperation was unparalleled in the region.

On a winter night about a year ago the village was raided by pirates. Nathair was down with fever and not really in the condition to fight but he flew anyway. When the Sun rose in the horizon the pirates were gone, Nathair had fallen from the sky and his dragon, his friend and brother, had been killed. Nathair could not stay in the village. Once he had recovered, he had packed his bag and left. He kept walking South, away from the Northern coast, away from the loss.

Mount: None currently

Other: Theme

@taistelusopuli It's fine, just add in the theme/quote when you get home from work.

@Ambra...so I just need to change the pic. No problem, it reminded me of Sean Connery, you know he voiced a dragon right? Well I'll look for something younger.

Okay good night people. @Ambra Approx how long till this TAKES OFF? (Pardon the pun) lets just say I'm ROARING to go. (please don't kill me). Ive got a million of these puns in my head so expect me to drop them into the RP as well. They are just to HOT to keep to myself. you know like dragon fire.

@Ambra Awlrighty. I will do that.

@Regendorf I think he voiced Smaug? I'm not sure.

@Crazy Doctor Probably by this weekend. I don't want this to go too fast, especially since we have such a large group. We also have to pair dragons to riders when all the sheets are done.

@AmbraNaw, well actually don't know if he did, I saw the movie but can't say it impressed me. Actually speaking of à much older film. Dragon Heart, he playing the role of the last surviving dragon.

Username: PyroDash888
Name: Thora
Age: Human: 17 Dragon: 20 (aka, quite a young dragon)
Gender: Female



Personality:Thora can be quite bossy, defiant and sassy. In some cases this can go so far as to be quite brazen and brash. As such she can be quite the handful, but if you get on her good side, her cheekiness can provide you with much entertainment as she takes it out on others. To those she is close to, Thora can actually be nice, from time to time, but they will still not evade her practical jokes, she tends to at least try to play on her friends. At the same time, especially in her dragon form, she can seem very bouncy and excited about almost everything.
About Thora and riders:
Thora actually doesn't like to be "owned", but for her it was either that or live the life as a breeding female, which the former was the lesser evil. Therefor she will be quite unfriendly to riders who will try to treat her as an animal that is owned.

Short Biography:Thora is a member of a new breed of dragons created by a family of dragon breeders. This breed looks a lot "cleaner" and for the lack of a better word "cuter". The result is a dragon, who, as soon as it reaches a certain age, only grows very slowly and stays slender and lithe. As such, Thora is fairly young, just having reached the age where her human form stopped aging, meaning she had reached the age to get a rider. Previous generations of her breed, though, were not able to become mounts and instead were used for further breeding. But Thora, as stubborn as she is, managed to convince the dragon farmer to give her up for "adoption", as Thora had called it, so that she could provide him with performance data of how well "his" breed was doing in battle. Now she turned up at the door of the guild, trying to acquire some kind of rider.

Abilities:
Lightning Strike: Thora swiftly swishes her tail at the target releasing a bolt of lightning
Swift: Thora is quick, sometimes even too quick for her own good and can easily outmanoeuvre most dragons in air and on ground
Lightning Claws: Thora's claws can be loaded with lightning
Rider: [Later]
Other: Creepy Theme
Epic Theme

How's this?

Think my app is finished

@PyroDash888 Hm... She would have to be one of the first of her breed, since it's only been fifty years since the capturing and taming of the dragons. Also, dragons shouldn't be able to shoot lightning from their tail, but can breathe shots of lighting.

@PyroDash888 Hm... She would have to be one of the first of her breed, since it's only been fifty years since the capturing and taming of the dragons. Also, dragons shouldn't be able to shoot lightning from their tail, but can breathe shots of lighting.

I believe it'd still be able to build up static energy which could be let loose through whipping the tail.
Also, I didn't want breathing lightning since that sounds absolutely ridiculous xD

@Mr_pink Accepted.

@PyroDash888 You are also missing the passphrase. And I mean, there have been dragons that breathe lightning, but in "shots" that escape their mouth. But oh well, accepted.

@PyroDash888 You are also missing the passphrase. And I mean, there have been dragons that breathe lightning, but in "shots" that escape their mouth. But oh well, accepted.

I mean, I can change it, if you really insist on it. I just wanted to be a tad bit more variance in powers, I guess.
Also, "passphrase"?

@PyroDash888 Read the rules and you'll find it. ^^

Can anyone tell me a good place to upload a pic so I can link it here? Tried with Google docs but no cigar.

Imgur. ^^

Username: Athoriel
Name: Cedric 'Ced' Pryde
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Rank: -
Equipment: Cedric carries an Ambrosian longsword, medicine, a water skin and pair of Bolas on his belt. He also keeps misc travelling supplies on his dragon saddle such as a bedroll, rations, rope, etc. His ancestral suit of armour as shown below, comes embossed with the guilds sigil on his right shoulder.



Personality: Cedric is a quiet, even tempered individual, bound to the guild for the familial sentimentality it carries for him. He is quick to trust in those around him, having a generally kind heart, but is unforgiving to those who break said trust or exhibit behaviors that he believes are immoral. If justified, Cedric can achieve a capacity for darkness in his actions, acting cruel and detached to those whom receive his ire.

Short Biography: Cedric was raised in a hamlet located somewhere in northern Ambrosis, being subject to a rather ordinary upbringing, Ced had grown to be a fine young lad. He spent most of his days at his family farm, helping his mother and his cousins with the various chores, teaching him a sense of duty and how to take pride in ones work, he attended school with all the other children every third day, where he learned to read and write and the odd time or two he would get into a fight with the local bully, this taught him how take a hit.

On every new moon his father would return from the south to visit his mother and him, regaling the wander struck lad with tales of dragon riding and the exploration of foreign lands, it was on a such a visit as this, that tragedy befell his home. Cedric was fourteen at the time, and had been sleeping merrily away, exhausted from his day of work and the excitable transfer he had had between his father, each catching the other one up on their prospective news.

Thick tendrils of smoke snaked their way up his bedroom wall, amassing in the roof space above, slowly a blanket of it descended on the young lad, whom upon taking in his next breath, awoke, panic gripping his chest as he began to suffocate. Tears blurred his vision as he rolled free of his bed, hitting the floor with a hard thud, greedily gulping down some clear air. It was then that the flames began to lick at his doorway, quickly encompassing it, screams and shouting were starting to be heard from elsewhere in the house. Absorbed in his own world of problems, Cedric's eyes dashed about, assessing the situation. Keeping low to the floor, Cedric crawled his way through fire and smoke, the beating of his heart loud in his own head as he struggled toward the exit. Waves of heat washed over him, as the inferno exploded around, drying the tears on his soot covered cheeks. He coughed and spluttered, his lungs burning as if they too were on fire, sharp bouts of pain struck at him as the flames grew, hounding him as he crawled onward.

He don't how he survived that night, but by some miracle he made it outside before the building collapsed, sadly no one else did. Not too long after, his fathers guild took him in as some kind of way to carry on his will. They supplied the young Cedric with a special medicine, an extract from a mountain flower in the southern steppes of Lunaris. It dulled the pain of his burns, and allowed him to bear the armour and weapons of his father, eventually training him to become a capable Dragon rider.

Mount: -

Other: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkJlUIZ-rXw