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Name:
Nyx

Age:
21 (or about 200 years old)

Gender:
Female





Personality:
Short tempered and impatient, Nyx is usually the one to start fights or disagreements. She is independent; so much so that she is technically considered a loner. It is difficult to get her to follow orders unless she agrees with the order given. There is always something that Nyx wants to say-- whether it's a retort or something that she wishes to taunt, it is difficult to get her to keep her mouth shut. One can definitely tell that she is a proud dragon due to the way that she holds herself and talks to her rider. Despite her serious and fiery attitude, she loves to fly and will often soar the highest out of all the Guild's dragons.

Short Biography:
Nyx was once considered nobility by her tribe-- she was the leader's youngest daughter, and thus, she was highly respected by her tribe members. This gave her her proud personality, one that earned her a bad reputation around dragons of other tribes. Due to her pride and the disrespect towards her neighbors, many tribes refused to have any sort of relation with Nyx and her father. She did not care, however, and frankly, neither did their father; they were one of the strongest and largest tribes out there. They didn't need any help from the smaller tribes.

That is, until the humans attacked. They began to strike at the tribes around Nyx's without any remorse, and that drove fear through their hearts. However, when her father called for the aide of the smaller tribes, they refused to help them and instead helped the other smaller tribes. Her father's tribe was left to fend for themselves, as no one would help them.

Without any help from other tribes, Nyx's own was overrun by humans. Many of her tribe members had been killed, including her father and mother. The humans, however, decided to try to keep her alive to sell to the people back on their homeland. She didn't know why she had been picked to be sold to other humans, but she did not like it one bit. She was brought to the southern areas of Eclium, where she was sold to the White Dove Guild. She currently dislikes her stay there, along with her rider.

Abilities:

Venomous- Nyx's long dew claws can ooze venom at will.

Noxious Breath- Along with breathing flames, Nyx can expel poisonous gas from her maw.

Rider:
Sigil Cloudfury

Other:
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Name: Calahna
Age: 200 years old, but looks 20
Gender: Female





Personality: Patient, calm, controlled, wise, calculated, modest.
She is direct and honest, and would not dare tell a lie, even to save her own life. She is not exactly fond of the idea of her being controlled but she knows better when to fight when her efforts will be fruitless. If she vows to do something, she will keep her word, no matter what misfortune lay before her. She moves gracefully, even when flying in dragon form. She takes most everything seriously, but still knows how to enjoy herself.

Short Biography: Calahna was born into the Fo Viing tribe: making their home on the highest of mountain tops where it would constantly snow; It held freezing temperatures that most dragons disliked living in, but members of Fo Viing believed the cold winds and frost bitten grounds strengthened their hides. The Fo Viing often stayed near the snow, rarely coming down from the mountains, but Calahna Refused to be as isolated as her tribe members.
As a young dragon, Calahna would take any chance for adventure, getting high off the adrenaline she received when exploring the world around her. When the humans came, stealing away her kin and the land they once called home, her vision of the wide world around her began to shrink. When she herself was captured, she saw things she prayed she could unsee; Never having seen a monster act as horrid and cruel as a human being can be. The innocence and wonder of the world faded along with Calahna's hunger for adventure. She became the calm and wise dragon she is today, being thankful for any chance she could get to just feel the winds against her wings.

Abilities: Calahna can breathe frost, and is able to bare a large amount of pain, though she can still be hurt. What she lacks in strength, she makes up for in agility, making her very fast in flight, and able to move around easily on the battlefield.
Rider: Cedric
Other: Though she will never admit it, she loves chewing ice.
THEME SONG
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Sigil Cloudfury



Username: Tancuras

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Rank: Guildmaster

Equipment:
  • Lunarian Longsword - A long blade in the fashion of a sect of Lunarian clansmen. The steel is tempered for weeks on end, making it extremely durable and resistant to the elements.
  • White Dove Armor - Armor bearing the mark of the band of the White Dove. Forged with an alloy to make it strong and resistant to fire, yet light and flexible for maneuverability in the sky.
  • Celelyrium Grapple - A long rope with a celelyrium hook. Used for grappling dragons.


Personality: Sigil, better known as Sig, is somewhat infamous among the White Doves for being cold and ruthless. He can kill without hesitation, and pursues his targets with a grim determination. What most are not aware of is that Sig was once a child full of compassion and virtue, one who could hardly watch even a rabbit being hunted for food. Life in the guild has changed him, deadened his spirit and forged his nerves like iron. While he is not entirely without empathy, he has accepted the harsh truth of the world, knowing that some must suffer for the greater good, and this rule has been branded into his soul. He hates what he cannot change, and will not face it.

Short Biography: Sig is a man of Lunaris. He does not know much of the nation outside of his ancestral home, an icy city half-buried in tundra in which resides the last few remaining people of his clan. It was there he was trained as a Glac'armis, a warrior priest, learning the art of the sword as well as how to live and thrive in the arctic. However, upon his refusal to kill another man, Sig was imprisoned and sold to the southern lands as a slave by his own people, and branded a heretic, never to return.

In slavery, he was forced to survive, and forced to kill. Servitude changed him, scorching away part of his humanity - the fragile part, making him more a predator. He was eventually bought and recruited into the band of the White Dove for his swordsmanship and violent instinct. Within White Dove, Sig was given room to use his skills to their fullest extent. He rose in rank quickly, and after exhibiting an affinity for tactics and leadership, was groomed to inherit the guild.

Only two years previous, the Guildmaster passed away, and Sig was promoted to lead the band. Now, Sig only seeks power, waiting for his salvation...or a quick death. Whichever comes first.

Mount: Nyx

Other: Theme


GUILD HIERARCHY

Guildmaster
Sigil Cloudfury
@Tancuras

First Sword
Cedric Pryde
@Athoriel

Battlemaster
Avanir Darkwind
@Crazy Doctor

First Rider
Melaniya Shadowbird
@Knight of Doom

Riders

Zoran Lagorio
@Renny

Kieran
@bluetommy2

Nathair-Sgiathach Marcach
@taistelusopuli

Recruits

Cassandra
@Mr_pink
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Renny S E A S O N E D

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“Don’t blink.”

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Name: Zoran “The Oni” Lagorio
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Rank: Member



Personality: Zoran was once a hot-blooded child. He met everything with open eyes, heart, and mind. Ready to explore what was new and challenging. However, this changed upon seeing an injustice towards his cousin. A man who wanted nothing less than to speak openly about Dragons being free. A preposterous notion … sure. But to see him ruthlessly beaten for it and hung by local thugs was too much. For years he came to terms with the truth; that the world was survive or die. In the process, he tempered his passion into a rather cold flame. While his normal, hot-blooded, impulsive, and crude self; he is now distant and terribly rebellious against anything that threatens his life. To him, all falters when measured up against his own life.

In the aspect of dragons, Zoran has maintained a balanced, but healthy, fear and caution of them. He has attempted several times to view them as he would a human, for they surely has the intelligence to be considered one, if not even more, but he finds it near impossible to look beyond the terror of their beastly forms. When he attacks, he mercilessly and without hesitation goes for the kill spot when feasible, and almost, if gazed upon close enough, looks to revel in the bloody embrace. Even his partner has not seen the surface of his heart yet.



Mount: Thora
Other:
  • Hunt or Be Hunted
  • Zoran fears the dragons but hopes to overcome it by fighting against and with them.
  • The Oni was given to him by a vagrant who witness him slay a bear.
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Crazy Doctor The Konami Kid

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Rider-Avanir Darkwind

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Name: Lord Avanir Darkwind (His surname is Wornicker to those know his past but not most don't)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Rank: Battle Master





Personality: Avanir, known to friends A or Av has a dry humour that can sometimes be misplaced in situations. Over the years he has managed to control his temper problems with various techniques, so now he takes a while to anger but if you do anger him even dragon fire will seem cold compared to his rage. Often he is extremely quiet, sometimes not even talking and requiring paper to write and communicate. He hasn’t told anyone but his dragon why he remains silent. He walks around with a glazed look in his eyes, like he is seeing ghosts everywhere. The only time he is seen with a real smile is when he is fighting. Its just who he is. A warmonger. To get his respect one only needs to prove themselves a good fighter and a true warrior by his standards.


Mount: Kahgon of the tribe Al-Soor (tatszico)

Other:
Theme songs:
-This is War!
-We Ride for Freedom!
-The Storm is Coming!
-Training Music
-Relaxing Music
Motto:"Till the Last!"-Battle Cry
Speeches to motivate people:


-Loves to draw, carve, whittle. Anything artistic he loves.
-Wakes up screaming due to some of the things he has seen and done. His memories haunt him.
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BytheSpleen ...but no cigar.

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Mr_pink Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now

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Username: Mr_pink
Name: Cassandra 'Cassie'
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Rank:
Equipment: [Weapons, potions, etc?]
-Cassandra carries a longbow and a quiver of arrows on her at all times.
-A steel short sword
-Various foods and potions
Appearance:
Cassie stands at a small 5 foot 5 and has a rather thin physique. Her hair is a light blond and is often swept to the side. Her hair often gets in her eye, something which she is hapless to avoid. Her eyes are a light blue, and a small scar traces itself from under her left eye and down past her cheek. She bears the marks of her slavers tattoos on her cheeks, something which she has yet to find a removal for. Other than the scar and tattoos, Cassie's most noticeable feature are her slightly buck teeth, which prevent her from fully closing her mouth unless she intends to.

Cassie is often seen wearing light armour. Namely a chain hauberk under a short surcoat along with fitted leather trousers and comfortable shoes. She also bears her adoptive fathers scarf at almost all times.
Personality:
Cassie has a constant positive outlook on life. Most people put this down either to her naivety or to her rather sheltered upbringing or both if you're feeling philosophical. While she'd much rather take a prisoner than kill a man, she is not afraid of having to kill and if she feels it is the better option, which is not often, then she won't hesitate to kill. Cassie tries to keep the spirits of those around her high, and hardly ever complains about extra work.
Short Biography:
Cassie was born to a family of farmers. Her future looked as bright as one could for someone who was destined to be a farmer. That is until a group of bandits began terrorizing the village her family lived and farmed on. The threats and violence grew exponentially as time progressed. Things got a lot worse when Cassie was around 5 though. The bandits had begun kidnapping children and teenagers from the village and selling them onto slavery. Eventually they began just straight up demanding the villagers give up their children or else have their crops burned to a crisp. Of course, the villagers did not react well.

They began to form a militia, using what little coin they had to hire a warrior of note from a town over. He began teaching the villagers how to fight and how to utilize what little weaponry they had in a fight. Suffice to say, the bandits were less than pleased when instead of, Cassie they received a group of angry villagers and a rather emotionless mercenary. The first wave of bandits were mince meat, but soon more came and in greater numbers. It didn't matter how many traps or tactics the villagers had set up and used, the sheer number of bandits and slavers that arrived to assault the village was too much. The mercenary ran with his tail between his legs and the villagers were slaughtered.

Of course, Cassie was taken into slavery as one of the sole child survivors of the village. She lived under the slavers 'care' until she was about 11. During which time she received the tattoos on her face as a sort of mark of ownership along with the scar under her eye after failing to escape their capture.

Cassie's luck would change within a few months of her eleventh birthday. As it happened, the mercenary who had been paid to protect her village stumbled upon the slavery operation. Of course, being but one man he couldn't just waltz in and slaughter the slavers, freeing the children and becoming a storybook hero whose exploits would be recited in tales for years to come. But he also could not just walk out of the slavers camp without purchasing anything, it would raise far too much suspicion and he'd probably have ended up dead by the week. Instead, he bought a slave, Cassie, by pure chance.

Neither of the two recognized each other from the village, both were a lot older and visibly different appearance wise. Instead of just dumping, Cassie at the nearest city, the mercenary instead took her on as his apprentice, and taught her the way of the world.

Recently, he had helped form the White Dove Guild. Unfortunately he died after a rather gruesome fight with a pack of wild wolves and instead, Cassie was sent in his place as his dying wish. Of course, Cassie has never ridden a dragon let alone have one as her mount. As a result of this, she expects to be little more than a pack mule, using her horse to carry the others belongings.
Mount: A horse named Kelpie
Other:Theme
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Athoriel Yes?

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Name: Cedric 'Ced' Pryde
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Rank: First sword
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: Calahna

Other: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkJlUIZ-rXw
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Ookawa The professional non-professional

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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: Zoran
Other: Creepy Theme
Epic Theme
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Knight of Doom Slowly Becoming an Alcoholic

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Username: Knight of Doom

Name: Melaniya (Mel) Shadowbird

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Rank: First Rider

Equipment:
Sword: A straight double edged 28" sword wielded with either one or two hands.
Dagger: A 10" straight double edged dagger.
Hook Swords: A pair of double hook swords connected by a sturdy chain, the length of Melaniya's wing span. Only used in high risk situations.
Armor: Light and easy to move in, but still durable.(Similar to picture)

Appearance:
Melaniya's skin scars pretty easily, so many small scars litter her skin. The largest one is on her back, it runs diagonally between her shoulder blades, and is also the most prominent.

Personality: Melaniya is a no nonsense kind of girl. She's hardworking and curious. There are times where she pushes herself too far and needs to be reminded to take a break. She is fairly harsh when it comes to training and battle. When Mel has a task to do, she'll see it through to the end. While she finds it difficult to relate to other humans, she tries her best to get along with them. On the other hand, Mel feels more at ease with the dragons, and tends to feel more of an emotional bond with dragons than she does with humans.

Short Biography: Mel can barely remember spending the beginning of her life in Lunaris. They were surprisingly happy times, but then Mel's mother died of a disease that she can't remember and her father refuses to remember. Mel was 5 at the time of her mother's death. Her father didn't handle the situation well. Unable to stand the land that brought so many painful memories back, he brought Mel to Solaris to try and escape the past. Eventually, Mel's father became an alcoholic. Early in his alchohol addiction, he was violent. He was the one who created Mel's large scar. However, as time went on, his drunken state was more depressing. Mel had to take care of not only herself, but her pathetic father as well. Once she started noticing the falling stars she became interested in them. She found out about the White Dove while doing research and started training with weaponry and dragons to get in.

Mount: Sind Azman Telocatl

Other: Theme
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Bluetommy Disastrous Enby

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Name: Kieran

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Equipment: Sword and shield, shield has a Scabbard behind the face that is used as the grip.

Appearance:

Personality: Dutiful, Proud, Boring. Kieran appears to be the boring knight who fights only because it's what he is told, however, Kieran fights to protect his mother, who is unable to work, and all of the money that he obtains is sent home to her. Kieran fights to make sure that he can get home to his mother, who is everything to him. He is not someone who cares about what others think about him. He is not a philosophical person, and his thoughts are mostly occupied by fighting strategies.

Short Biography: Born in solis, Kieran was raised by his mother alone, after his mother had a severe injury that left her without he right arm, and without the ability to use the other, Kieran went to the military academy in order to learn to defend her, he eventually took up mercenary work in order to finance his mother's care. Travelling the lands, he eventually found the guild, joining because it paid well, with many of the other members believing him to be greedy, however he didn't join to make people like him. The falling stars are just another job to him.

Mount: Freya

Theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmIBCVSyV7A
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tatszico The Unseen

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Name: Kahgon of the tribe Al-Soor

Age: Well over three centuries old ; looks like in his mid-twenties when in human form.

Gender: Male.





Personality: Indifferent and fearless, Kahgon is a dragon of pride and strength. Forged from the crucible of war, he has the might of a warrior and the mentality of a strategist. He comes off as cold and rough due to his blunt attitude and directness, which are backed by his witty and sharp tongue. Though he may seem reckless due to having no tolerance for the things that annoy and anger him, that is not the case. He's logical and knows better than to jump into the fray unprepared and unarmed. He is also quite cynical, considering the tension that is prevalent between the newfound relationship between dragon and rider. However, he acknowledges those he deem strong and in fact, there is a sort of mutual understanding in the current partnership with his rider. Only a human as fearless and capable as he have a chance to survive a flight with the dragons.

Short Biography: As a drakeling, Kahgon was quite fierce even for a creature that rivaled the forces of nature. Rebellious and arrogant, he had picked fights with many dragons that were not of his tribe, sparking many rivalries that resulted in the rise of his name, infamous as it was. Though his peers thought of him as nothing more than a bully, and his elders, a spoiled drakeling, they cannot deny the fact that he was quite the prodigy when it came to combat. He was, after all, the heir to the Al-Soor tribe, one of the greatest origin of draconian warriors. And so as his rebellious streak flared up into nothing more than forgotten embers, Kaghon then dedicated his youth to the calling of a warrior. Years turned into decades as Kahgon endured the chaos of war. His infamous name was now a beacon of respect and victory as he led his tribe to glory. He was regarded highly by his kin, but was kept humble by the memories of his fallen comrade-in-arms. War has aged his mind, but his talons and fangs were kept sharp by the experiences. In short, he became a grand general that relished the thrill of a worthy battle.

Then came the day that finally brought him to his knees. No one knew that humanity was capable of such a feat. Kahgon himself had underestimated them as well, and the result of it was that his race is now enslaved. It was a shameful defeat, but he knew they deserved it for his kind's arrogance. Still, he cannot help but spit on the unholy pile of rocks they call celelyrium. Without it, he knew that the war would have ended long ago.

Truthfully though, he admired the cunning strengths and unyielding dedication of humanity. Because, after all, all's fair in love and war.

Abilities:

  • Flash Fire: In addition to breathing fire, Kahgon also have the ability to super condense heat into his torso, directing the compacted energy to his underbelly which are naturally plated. But between his armored core, there are multiple grooves that allow him to expel the highly-saturated flames, which then results in a giant, powerful blast of inferno that is capable of turning rocks and metal into molten liquid. Limited to close and mid range, as well as having only a few 'charges' until he becomes too exhausted and strained.
  • Blade of Scales: A set of aerial maneuvers that utilizes Kahgon's unnaturally sharp and metal-like scales to cut and pierce. Very effective in combat against other dragons, as well as taking down towers and battlements with relative ease.
  • War is my Domain: Kahgon's fighting prowess has been greatly enhanced due to his many battles and experiences, allowing him to master the Earth like how dragons have mastered the Heavens. When on the ground, he is a force to be reckoned with, as he can wreak havoc with terrible ferocity, agility, and grace even without the use of his wings.

Rider: Avanir Darkwind (Crazy Doctor)

Other: Theme.
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Name: Dracul
Age: Closes in on the 400 years old mark [Late 20's]
Gender: Male


Personality: A kind but strict nature, adept of using the carrot and stick method to discipline those he thought of being worthy to be accepted as his riders. Won't shy from using sarcasm and caustic remarks. But always smiling...always...

Short Biography: While it remains true that humans only discovered the Dragon 's Realm only recently. Older dragons have been visiting the Humans for ages, thou always in human form and hiding their distinct feature. Such a dragon was Dracul, at the time the war started he was in the mountains of the human realm training with a hermit in the ways of the sword. He had heard nothing of the war until about a year ago when he descended from the mountains to return home. At that moment he learned about his kin's demise. He bit down his vengeful urges and decided to change the future of his kin through more subtle ways. Thus he voluntarily walked into the headquarters of a known mercenary guild and asked to be signed up. Thou the face of the White Dove's official upon learning he was a dragon was priceless...

Abilities :
Wind blast: Compresses the within his lungs, then shoots it forth as bolt. Upon touching any surface it decompresses violently. The uses of this vary according to the amount of air gathered. From an almost instant gust of air good only to flip some skirts. To charged blasts strong enough to destabilize dragons in flight.

Dragon's Roar: An deafening roar that draws attention upon his presence. Weak willed opponents will turn tails and flee or even loose their will and just slump to the ground. Those whose will are strong enough to keep fighting will make Dracul their main target. This attack can either be used as a untargeted AOE around the dragon or wide dragon breath. The only difference being it's effective range.

Battōjutsu: A technique learned over the course of his long life. Implemented in his Dragon for as well as in his human form. In human form it make full use of the sword strapped to his waist. In dragon form he uses the hardened claw on his folded wing as a sword tip. And wields them as such, lunging and at incredible speeds.

Rider:

Other: I'm a good "man" with bad intentions...
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Grimoire Awesomesauce Since 1623

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RainDash Turnabout Luckster

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Username: RainDash
Name: Dazenth The Clever
Age: 24 (Is about 200)
Gender: Female
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Dragon Appearance:

Personality:
Dazenth, Daz for short, is very unassuming when people talk to her. She's tries to appear as not a threat to those that would imprison her. Don't let her fool you. She's very capable of lying to you and escaping while her rider is looking the other way. Her track record is escaping four times from rider custody. She seems to look for the thrill of fooling people and dragons alike. It's all a game to her, and through sheer force of will she hasn't yet been broken by the humans. It's very likely that she never will.

Short Biography:
Daz was born and promptly abandoned in a nest of other dragons. She survived by her wits and strength alone. She left as soon as she thought she would survive on her own. She hung around small human settlements, taking things that wouldn't be missed and avoiding notice. It was about a month later that she was caught and made into a mount for her rider. She waited until she could find a way out of it, and manipulated her rider into letting down their guard. She escaped in a whirl of teeth and claws, and found the thrill enticing. As time went on she continued to allow herself to be captured when she was hungry or was feeling lazy. Not all her masters were kind enough to feed her, so she would escape sooner than later by pretending to be dead.

Abilities:
Play Dead- For thirty minutes she can look and act dead. Unless you are aware she can do this, it is unlikely for anyone to know she is faking it.
Slip Scales- She can make her scales slick, allowing her to slip through smaller spaces and also to escape chains or collars with ease.

Rider: @taistelusopuli's character, Nathair

Other:
Very food motivated.
"Catch me if you can. Spoiler alert: you can't."
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Name: Nathair-Sgiathach "Nath or Nathair" Marcach
Age: 24
Gender: male

Rank: Rider
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: Dazenth the Cleaver

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Damiana Melchiorre


Username: Aristo
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Rank: [Do not fill this in if you are not the guild leader.]
Equipment:
  • Ambrosian Basket-hilted Sword – A well-made cut and thrust sword with an elaborate handguard design resembling a basket. Popular among heavy cavalry.
  • Ambrosian Three-Quarter Armor – A suit of ornately-detailed armor omitting leg protection. Tall boots are worn instead as a more practical alternative for dragon riding. Damiana typically neglects a helmet.
  • Cranequin – A crossbow operated by cranking a rack-and-pinion system to cock the string. This enables the weapon to be used effectively while mounted.
  • Quiver of Bolts
  • Celelyrium Riding Crop

Personality: Damiana seems to exemplify many tropes one might expect of a member of aristocracy: haughty, self-aggrandizing, insular and so on. Whether or not she is as presumptuous as her appearance suggests, Damiana is certainly ambitious; perhaps ruthless, even. She is someone who defines objectives and orchestrates the means to see them fulfilled. She is capable of masking her intentions well, projecting one aim to those around her, yet inwardly accomplishing another. She regards most with either understatement or as a means to an end, pawns on a chessboard to maneuver for greater gain.

To some surprise; however, she has an solicitous attitude towards the dragons. Although her modus operandi would suggest otherwise, Damiana has a strong admiration for the race as a whole. It is evident how powerful they are as a force of nature, especially compared to an individual human. Maybe enduring the yoke for so long has earned a measure of her respect – however, by no means is turning them loose on her agenda.

In light of her manipulative nature, Damiana is a highbrow: cultured and possessing a keen intellect. She knows when to shift between priorities and is capable of temporarily setting her goals aside for mutual good. She synergies well with others who are equally competent in their fields, issuing or receiving commands as circumstances dictate. She adheres to local law and custom; however, she doubtlessly looks for loopholes with which to cheat the system.

Short Biography: Damiana was born into the aristocratic Ambrosian house of Melchiorre, and as a consequence, is used to living among the upper echelons of society. She gravitated towards the political maneuvering of the court, finding the intrigue to be a necessary facet of life, but also one she took pleasure in. As an agent of Ambrosis, Damiana would acquire skills involving espionage, reconnaissance and dealing in information. She was selected as the diplomatic representative of Ambrosis to the White Dove.

Under her position as emissary to the guild, Damiana sought to acquire information regarding the "fallen stars." While Ambrosis's full attention was elsewhere, occupied by tensions with Solis and Lunaris, she would report her findings back to the courts. Additionally, she resolved to use her position to either undermine the White Dove's position in Solis, or increase Ambrosis's influence in the region, if not both.

Residing at the White Dove's headquarters, Damiana uses her connections in the spy network to keep her homeland informed as she accompanies the White Dove's exploits. She hopes - and expects - her efforts to strengthen the position of herself and her house in Ambrosis.

Mount: TBD

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