Name: First "Nickname" Surname

Gender: Male, Female, Other

Age: Relative to Species

Species: For now we should maybe keep to humans, we'll be seeing enough of dwarves and elves to collect them into our group as we please.

Appearance: An image, description, or both.

Personality: Self Explanatory

History: Anyone from the town will probably know each other, so interweaving character histories isn't a bad thing.

Name: Self Explanatory

Gender: Male, Female, Other

Age: Zero. Or a hundred. Depends on if being in an egg counts as age.

Egg's Appearance: Relative to scales

Hatched Appearance: Any age can do, you don't join a rolpelaying site without an imagination, so we can visualize a miniature or grown version, feel free to include both baby and adult.

Personality: Should mesh well with their riders personality.

Name: Galen “Gale” Derricson

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Species: Human

Appearance: Galen isn't particularly tall, slightly on the short side of average in fact. He tries to keep his dark brown hair short, but it grows quickly and tends to hang messily around his ears. His bright green eyes gleam with insatiable curiosity, and when he smiles others can't help but wonder at his oddly sharp, white teeth, only just dull enough to appear normal if a bit unusual. Long days aiding his father under the sun and in the shop have gained him a fit physique and tanned skin.

Personality: Gale has always been curious about the world around him, and eager for the next chance to learn something new. His thirst for knowledge has often gotten him in trouble, forging a rebellious streak in him. Gale has recently gained a penchant for keeping secrets and acting with more caution than the impulsiveness of his childhood.

History: Galen was born under questionable circumstances, the adults of the village always watching him speculatively, looking for the similarities between him and his parents. There was never any indication that his mother was expecting a child before his appearance in the town, yet both of his parents insisted he was theirs and took great offense at questions suggesting otherwise.

His early childhood was spent in in the woods, chasing rabbits and climbing trees, but eventually his interests turned to the greater world and he would pester every adult for a story of their travels beyond their small town. Every time a trader or traveler passed through town he would follow them around until they either left or told him everything they knew. His pestering nearly got him in trouble when a messenger employed by the Empire stopped in town to resupply. As revenge for being denied a story, Gale stole three of the messenger’s books straight from the horse’s saddle bags. The man didn't discover the theft before leaving town, and never returned.

Getting away with the crime was the starting point of Gale’s rebellious streak, but he never committed another crime after that. To break the streak, his dad convinced him to start working with him under the guise of spending time together away from the village. With the incentive of going to Gil’ead and seeing the greater world he was so curious about, Galen couldn't resist. Ever since he has been working at his father’s side, and with his father’s occupation being a woodworker; whittling trinkets, crafting furniture, and repairing houses, much of the woodcutting has fallen to Gale, who has become quite proficient at wielding an axe.

The promised trips to Gil’ead were few and brief, allowing only fleeting glimpses of the world he sought to know. It was still the most impressive city he’d ever seen, and Gale suddenly understood why no one visited Mashal, which while it might have had picturesque views, scenic woodlands, and a fantastic river for swimming in, the small and dirty town had nothing on the order and density of Gil’ead.

His sixteenth birthday saw him still bending rules to suit him and picking the brains of travelers who passed through town. However on that day his father took him aside and told him the secret of his birth, of how he wasn't truly their son. Opposite of his father’s expectations, Galen instead grew to deeply care for his parents in a way he hadn't thought to before. The revelation that they had chosen him to be their son, and that they had done everything they could for him as if he really was their flesh and blood, was enough to change his perception of them totally. Learning just how well they had kept the secret, Gale confided in them his own. Over the last few years he’d come to realize he didn't feel the same about girls as others his age did, and rapidly became aware of feeling something towards men instead. His father worried over what went wrong when they had raised him, but his mother took the news much better, walking around with a twinkle in her eye and a bounce in her step. Later she confided that she had once shared love with a woman in secret, but refused to identify which one, only elaborating that her parents and friends had pressured them to break it off and eventually she fell in love with his father instead. She was happy to finally have something to bond with her son over.

The change in their family on his sixteenth birthday hadn't gone unnoticed by the village, and once again the usual gossipers stared at them speculatively, but never asked their questions aloud. Previously he had grown closer to his father as they worked together, but Gale didn't follow him into the woods or into the city anymore, instead he grew closer with his mother and spent much of his free time with his friends, either in the river or hunting in the forest, stopping every so often to pick herbs or flowers his mother liked for seasoning or just decoration.

Nine months later he discovered a saddled horse in the forest, no rider in sight. He took it to town to be fed and watered, and a week later no travelers had come to town to claim it. A quick search of the horse revealed a pouch with what appeared to be letters written in a strange language no one recognized, except for the semi-serious suggestion of elvish, and a map leading to Mashal. With no idea what the belongings meant, the village largely shrugged it off. As he had been the one to find and take care of the horse, it was assumed he would be the one to keep it or sell it. By this time they had named her Freya and he couldn't justify selling her given that one of the older villagers had started teaching people to how to ride with her.

Closer inspection of the map, and the foreign words scribbled there, would reveal that the marker did not lead to Mashal at all, but instead to a location close by. Not that anyone would be seeing those papers again, they disintegrated into thin air in the middle of the night. No, if they wanted to find the treasure they'd have more luck stumbling upon it than recalling a slight error in an odd map.

Name: Alphonse "Alph" "Small Alph" Alphonson

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Species: Human

Appearance:


Personality: Reckless and restless, quick to action and quick to get back out of trouble. Known to be overly familiar with women(and sometimes men). Equally fast with a joke as with an explanation of why he's in your daughter's bedroom. A teller of stories, he's enamored with chivalry and honor that Riders and knights of old were once known for, as well as their feats of bravery. Though he's never been in a swordfight, he wears a cheap old sword and fancies himself a fighter. He's gotten out of many fights by drawing first and swirling his blade around in flourishes that look impressive to the layman.

History: Alphonse Grimmson was a traveling bard, with parents and a sister living in Mashal. Our hero(or one of them) begins his story when Alphonse the Elder returned with a babe, scarcely older than suckling, claiming him as his natural son. Rather than settling down, Alphonse gave his son his own name and left him with his family. And so it was that Small Alph was raised by his aunt. He spent his younger days in the woods with some of the other children, playing at swords or chasing small animals.

When he was twelve, and on one of the occasions that his father actually stopped by home, he managed to pester him into taking him on as an apprentice. He traveled with his father, learning how to play fiddle and lute and pipes, and how to read and write. On occasions when he'd return to Mashal, he'd find Gale bothering him in much the same way he'd bothered his father.
As he got older, Alph found that he and his father were a little too similar. They would both seek the attention of the girls of a town they visited, despite the difference in their ages. There was a particular girl in Gilead that Small Alph had a great liking for. When Alph the Elder took her to his bed for the night, he woke up to find his son had moved on without him.

Small Alph traveled alone for a time, finding it to be a different sort of challenge. But still, he honed his craft, did what he needed to be safe on the roads, and made what coin he could. Most recently, he's found that roads are more often than not unsafe, whether there are hoards of Urgals, or refugees turned bandits. He returned to Mashal, and tried to return to his life with his aunt and grandfather.

Name:

• True: Wouldn’t you love to know?
• Human: Ashwing
• Elven: Reona
• Dwarven: Knurhiem
• Urgal: Kaz Jtierl Razhid

Gender: Female
Age: Egg
Destined rider: Small Alph

Appearance:

Egg:
Ashwing’s egg looks like it was made out of metal, looking polished and reflective. As far as colors go, it is orange with jet black flame pattern.

Hatchling:


Even freshly hatched, it was apparent Ashwing would not be too large. Whereas a regular female hatchling would be the size of a human forearm, Ashwing is easily a third smaller and looks rather skinny in comparison.

Adult:


As expected, Ashwing is tiny by dragon standards, making her fast and agile both on the ground and in the air, but lacking a mean punch or the ability to glide effortlessly for long distances. Her wings are leathery rather than feathery, further increasing her agility.

Height at withers: 1.7 m
Total height: 2.4 m
Length (Standing): 4.5 m
Length (Head to tail): 6 m
Wing span: 8.5 m

Personality:

Ashwing is an egg donated by a couple of wild dragons to the Order. Long story short, Ashwing's parentage makes her a warrior with a touch of superiority complex. She doesn't see humans below her, oh no - she sees everyone below her, until they prove her wrong. This attitude doesn't make for many friends, but those who 'make the cut' are friends indeed, and she returns the feelings wholeheartedly. Once you sway her to your side, she is loyal for life.

Ashwing has a grey view of morality, believing the end justifies the means. She also loves the smell of battle, as any dragon with wild parents would, but doesn't share the striving for honor the other dragons of the order would, in her own words, 'suffer'. She comes off a bit rude and more than stubborn, however inside what her body lacks she makes up with sharp and witty mind. Ashwing has easy time understanding and remembering new things and applying them afterwards, making her a dangerous combatant despite being a runt. Before she would dirty her claws with your guts, she would attempt to lead you into a trap, and once she has to fight, she will not hesitate to use every dirty move in her book.

Trivia:

• Voice actor: Jennifer Hale
• Theme: FMA: Brotherhood OST - Knives and Shadows