Full Name: Naeva Adrik Greyhelm
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Country: Sagewick
Role: Heir to the Sagewick Throne

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Full Name: Queen Yddra Marcella Greyhelm of Sagewick
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Country: Sagewick
Role: Queen of Sagewick

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Full Name: St. Garrett the Pious
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Country: Shdowpine
Role: Holy Leader of Shdowpine Monks

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Full Name: Lord Aksel Mackinson of House Tarmen
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Country: Wildeshore
Role: Master of the Merchant's Guild

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Full Name: Royal Headmistress Annalise Song
Age: 47
Gender: Female
Country: Mallowater
Role: Academy Headmistress

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Full Name: Chieftain Claret of Clan Baghdal
Age: 12
Gender: Non-binary (They/Them)
Country: Havenborough
Role: Head of the Clan Chieftains

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Full Name: Master Iris Fontaine
Age: 65
Gender: Female
Country: Woodwyn
Role: Master Cleric of the Dwarven Order

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Full Name: "Captain"
Age: 20
Gender: Non-binary (Ze/Hir)
Country: Erihollow
Role: Captain

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Full Name:Sir Jirah Goffet
Nickname/Alias:Wyverntounge, the bit knight
Age:18
Gender:male with feminine demeanor
Sexuality:attracted to femininity, actual contents of one's pants notwithstanding
Country:Erihollow
Occupation:only recently knighted, no noble blood, works as a bounty hunter

Appearance:draped in simple robes is a heavily scarred twig of a man with wispy silver hair and two beady purple eyes
Background: Jirah was a simple black smith, little worth noting, just the way he liked it, when a feral wyvern attacked his village, in the midst of battle, he discovered his ability to communicate with the beast, not that Jakyr was in the mood to talk. Jirah managed to subdue the dragon, but not before being bit, and poisoned. For nearly a year he struggled against the venom, during which time a local lord knighted him, expecting him to die. The poison left his body torn and weak, but he survived, which itself was enough to earn Jakyr's respect, and Lord Hujha's ire.

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Full Name:Jakyr, the ravenous
Age:112
Gender:female, exhibits traditionallymasculine traits
Race:purebred wyvern thank you very much

Appearance:in dragon form she possesses shimmering violent scales and intensely blue eyes, in human form she retains the same incredible eye color, along with auburn hair and skin like caramel, both forms show signs of grace
Background:Jakyr was always hard-headed and adventurous one day, she wandered into the desert and became lost, by the time she arrived at a human village, she was extremely hungry and thirsty, she attacked the humans, knowing they would have food, one of them fought her down, screaming in her head to stop fighting. That same human weathered her venom, a feat that she thought impossible.

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Full Name: Knight Yvette Mulrayan

Nickname/Alias:
Knight, 'Mercenary' and 'Bandit' for those who wish to get on her bad side

Age: 24
Gender: Female, Cis
Sexuality: Bisexual. Will sleep with anything as long as she's drunk enough. Thankfully, she's never actually been that drunk. much to Ciervia's dismay
Country: Shdowpine
Occupation:
Currently, she works as a knight for the Church in Shdowpine. Formerly, however, she was a bandit and mercenary, something others of the order tend to use to mock her less than noble origins, though they forget her father was once one of the more prestigious knights in the order.

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Typically, Yvette can be found wearing the armor that once belonged to her father, who used to be a high ranking official knight of the Church. The armor is old, and the heraldry on them is faded and torn in places but offers excellent protection from the cold and other elements, and while not heavy plate it offers solid protection from a number of attacks. It seems to depict a many headed dragon of some sort, though the origins of it seem to be obscure at best. Despite its age, the armor is fairly well made, and has a few pieces of plate strapped on, most notably the helm, plate boots, and gauntlets. The armor comes equipped with a belt with a number of pouches for storing things on it.

As for physical appearance, Yvette has a more well built frame then most women might have with obvious muscles. She stands at roughly 5'9", taller than most other women and has short cut blond hair with a healthy complexion free of most blemishes. She has short cut blond hair that falls to her neck, with emerald green eyes. Typically, while not wearing her armor she wears simple, easy to move in clothing, and always keeps a sword on her at all times.

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Born to a family of farmers near the capital, Yvette had a relatively simple childhood. Her father was an ex-soldier for the church who retired after an injury to the knee that prevented him from walking for extended periods, and her mother a simple farm girl. For the first fifteen years of her life, Yvette had a relatively normal life. No, nothing tragic happened. Her parents are still living out on that farm happily. Yvette just got...bored with the farm life. Thirsted for adventure, as some might say. So she picked up her her fathers old sword and set out to...well, do whatever it was she wanted? She left the farm without much of a plan, and in hindsight could have probably done a lot better.

Eventually for money she started hiring her sword out to those who might need it to cover expenses while she was out exploring the cold lands of Shdowpine. For a few years until she turned 24, she 'adventured' as much as she committed banditry against the country she called home. At times, she worked with others. Being a sellsword held that risk, after all. Sometimes needed two people for a job, sometimes more sometimes she worked solo. Made a few good contacts and friends along the way, and eventually got a small group of ne'er do wells together annnnd promptly stared harassing Shdowpine. What? It was fun, messing with those so called religious nutjobs and fun to do on the off chance she wasn't out exploring some remote part of the region.

How did she stumble across Ciervia? Well, it involved exploring the mountains above the temple where she wasn't technically supposed to be, the dragon's stomach, him not having eaten in awhile and Yvette's cooking smelling delicious. After a small misadventure with them having to make a rather quick escape from the cave after a misunderstanding with another dragon, Yvette joined up with the church after they got word she was a listener. She left her old group of little bandits behind and mostly straightened out her life. Well, as straight as ones life is compared to the definitions of Shdowpine standards.

That said, she doesn't exactly mind Shdowpine and their practices. Never had much of an issue with them at all really, she just needed a wealthy target to steal from and they happened to be the closest one. Now that she's basically working for them - why should she care what they do? She's loyal, that much is certain and while some of their practices may be questionable she doesn't particularly mind. As for conquering the rest of Alona...well, fighting is fun. She gets to fight, she could get behind world domination. Considering her personality and loyalty towards things and people she's worked with for a long time, as long as they don't do something stupid they'll have a loyal soldier as long as they don't do anything stupid.

Of course, such loyalties may become conflicted at times and she may eventually having to end up choosing.

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》 Fairly physically fit, and fairly agile on her feet - your typical knight.
》 extremely loyal to people that are able to tolerate her rather...erm, special brand of nonsense. She'll fight for a cause she believes in, and for those alongside her even if it means she gets hurt in the process.
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》 Academically, a bit of a dimwit. Not stupid or slow mind you, but anything dealing with complex theories and such tends to go right over her head and one must explain in extremely simple terms for her to get a good grasp of it. Using analogies will save one great trouble.
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Full Name: Frosty the snow dragon Ciervia, The Boreal King (Self proclaimed title, mind you)
Age: 248 years, but then, what is age to a dragon?
Gender: Tends to take female looking forms, but mostly uses male pronouns and titles.
Race: Frost dragon, generally could care less about the other dragons.

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In dragon form, Ciervia is a tall, majestic beast that radiates an aura of cold simply by being in the area. He is at least as large as a typical medium sized building, and has a wingspan large enough to allow one to fly with that size. He towers over all humans, and is large even for an ice dragon. He has icy cold blue scales, with hard crystals of ice growing out of various places on his body, especially his tail which has a mace of ice molded onto the end of it.

As far as human appearances go, Ciervia takes a...well, surprisingly dainty looking female form. While it is far from physically imposing, there is a certain regal air to his appearance. Small in stature, standing around only five seven with a slender, body with a flawless complexion and icy, cold blue eyes that seem to regard everything around them with disgust. As if the humans and other dragons around him are somehow filthy and unclean. His skin would be almost freezing to the touch, should someone other than Yvette have the audacity to do such a thing. If they do, they will almost certainly lose that hand in the process. After all, touching a being such as himself is something most people should make a sacrifice to do.

Background:
Ciervia's history is mostly kept to himself. He dislikes speaking of it, and tends to for the most part avoid the subject. Not out of any sort of bad memories and such mind you, but only because there is...very little to mention. Or at least, he thinks nothing of it. For most of his history, he stayed out of contact with humans, somewhere along the line after observing them, deeming them 'foolish monkeys and fragile ants to play with', he secluded himself in his mountain home, for the most part content with living by himself, and yet...occasionally, he ventured out and observed the humans from a distance. A bit curious, despite his disdain for them.

Perhaps it was idly curiosity, loneliness, his stomach that drove him to meet Yvette. Whatever the case, the dragon was more or less 'tamed' by the human and Ceirvia decided to allow this human to have contact with her and be his 'listener'

They've been together quite a short time, though the dragon does seem to at least approve of Yvettes existence, unlike any other human.

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Full Name: Lila Suda, Nickname/Alias: The Blade Dancer, "Rings" to those close to her.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterossexual
Country: Wildeshore
Occupation: Dancer / Hunter

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Appearance: Platinum hair, skin as white as the Wildshore's sands. Standing at 1,85m, Lila is a tall woman. Long, strong legs and a very flexible slender body that hides an impressive strength for a woman, Lila sure is a box full of surprises. Unlike the common long hair many woman prefer to use, Lila opted for cutting it shorter than usual. Coupled with the unusual color, it sure attracts a lot of attention.

Casually, she wears a black elegant dress made entirely of silk. The material makes it strong and flexible, letting her move and dance freely. While hunting or in battle situations, she wears a lightweight leather armor, reinforced with steel on some parts.



Background: Born out of an impossible union, probably fruit of one single night of passion, Lila's parents are extremely different from each other. Both in status and way of life. Her mother was a dancer, just like her. A free spirit who loved to travel, talk, have fun and dance. She liked to say that her husband was the wind, that she went wherever it took her.
Her father, on other hand, was a very wealthy and important nobleman. Most part of the money that passed through Wildeshore, passed by his hands. Owner of a big part of the commerce there, he was a beautiful man, but was completely the opposite of Lila's mother. He cared too much about material possessions, including money. Hated changes and was an extremely traditional man, with a deep love for military and martial arts.

Due to being extremely traditional, her father simply couldn't ignore the fact that he had a child. Even If the mother was only a dancer. Of course, he was already married. Lila was the fruit of an affair. Luckily, he chose to give both her and her mother a house and a large sum of money, promising to take care of them. Maybe he was trying to take responsibility for his mistakes? Or perhaps he was only trying to hide his shame. Lila was raised between the nobles, in the high society, but had the same free spirit as her mother and coincidentally, the same love for dancing, but at the same time, was deeply fascinated by martial arts, just as her father. Thanks to this union of two completely opposite extremes, Lila ended up fusing her two passions. A weapon specially made for her, a Ring Blade, was gifted to her by her father. It was just like the weapon was an extension of her body. Graceful and swift circular movements, deadly precision and a dancer's footwork and flexibility created an unique martial art.
As the little Lila grown up, she became an enchanting woman. Beautiful and desired, feared and admired by many. Her name quickly became known thorough Wildeshire, enough to other nobles overlook the fact that she was fruit of an affair and with that came many different aliases: The Blade Dancer, Rings & etc.

Her meeting with the dragon "Jörmungandr" was very... unorthodox. One day, while she was dancing and performing in a party near the beach, having fun as the torches illuminated the night, the moonlight reflected on her ring blade (which her friends insisted for her to use the real weapon instead of only a hoop in her dance), it was beautiful and deadly, the smile, the pure joy in her face while she danced was hypnotizing. Lets say that her friends weren't the only ones watching...

From the dark sea, a big dragon came, getting out of the depths of the sea. Naturally, everyone nearby was startled, but Lila hadn't perceived the creature, continuing dancing. When she saw it, the dragon had laid his head on the sand, and was quietly staring at her, like it was hypnotized. In a moment of bravery, or foolishness, Lila extended her hand, touching the creature's nose. That moment, under the moonlight, a strong relationship, and strong feelings were forged between the two.

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》 Black dress and Light armor

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Full Name: Jörmungandr, The Midgard Serpent
Age: Estimated 150 Years
Gender: Male
Race: Amphitheres

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Background: Jörmungandr was one of the biggest and most ferocious Amphitheres on the sea, differently from other amphitheres, he was very aggressive and territorial, sometimes sinking ships only because they passed nearby him. Nobody knew why he was so different from the other dragons of the same species, perhaps because he was still a young dragon? Nobody knew for certain. His characteristic horn was the first thing the ones unlucky enough to cross his path would see, and very often, the last one.

Unlike other dragons, he didn't liked humans. Never had assumed a human form before, nor he wished to. Some say he inherited the old dragons' pride. He thought that humans were inferior and worthless, that was until the day he fell in love for a human himself. For the first time in 100 years, he let a human touch him, for the first time in his life, he assumed a human form. He changed completely after that day. Even becoming rather curious about humans. What was a ferocious dragon that destroyed everything he wanted, now was much more tame and well mannered. His interaction with that human made him rethink what he thought about the human race, making a growing curiosity rise within him.

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Full Name: Elian Melchior
Nickname/Alias: “El”
Age: 26
Gender: Non-binary
Sexuality: Pansexual
Country: Sagewick
Occupation: Intelligence officer

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Appearance: Elian stands around 5’ 6”, with a relatively lean figure. Their skintone is a bronzed olive and their hair is near-black, kept short at the sides. Elian’s eyes are dark brown, just a few shades lighter than their locks. Typically, they’re seen wearing the sable uniform of Sagewick’s intelligence branch. A white silk girdle at their waist indicates previous military service.
Background: Elian was born a citizen of Sagewick and heir to a family of low-ranking nobility. Growing up, life was comfortable, though House Melchior did not have everything handed to them on a silver platter, as some of the more wealthy houses did. The Melchiors’ wealth came principally from raising horses and cattle, and Elian quickly learned how to care for these animals and lend a hand around the property. Not long after they learned to walk, in fact, did Elian start riding ponies, and then horses soon after.

As it were, many of the Melchiors’ horses were destined to be sold as mounts to Sagewick’s Black Army, necessitated by the wars on Shdowpine. Elian often had to act as an intermediary between their house and military officials in these dealings. Eventually, the war demanded an influx of recruits. Rather than spend the rest of their life tending to stables, Elian decided to fulfil their duty to the kingdom, and enlisted.

Elian spent five years in the Black Army, in which it conducted a series of offensive actions against Shdowpine. These maneuvers were of greater scale than had been seen in decades, steadily pushing the theoretical border farther and farther from Sagewick proper. Though they did not see much action on the front lines, Elian participated in a number of skirmishes and sieges directed at forts and camps. Most of their duties were of a logistical nature - guarding supply lines, constructing fortifications, running messages and so on.

As Elian’s five-year tour of duty came to a close, they were approached by an officer serving Sagewick’s intelligence branch with a proposition for recruitment. Their experience, it was said, could be put to good use at the branch: a career more fulfilling than keeping horses for the rest of their life. Elian agreed, and underwent training for several months prior to their instatement as an intelligence officer.

Two years afterwards, Elian was involved with operations concerning revolts in territory that had been captured from Shdowpine during the warring. As a field officer, they were among the personnel stationed in these “hot zones,” gathering information and investigating suspect individuals. As it turned out, a group of separatists had managed to capture a dragon and planned to turn it loose on local Sagewick personnel. Weeks of careful planning and intelligence gathering resulted in an operation to snuff this separatist cell and bring the dragon under control.

Elian and a number of choice men at arms conducted a raid on the target location. In a swift blow, the cell was rounded up; its members either killed or arrested. A thorough search of their den revealed a massive cage and a malnourished, half-crazed magnus dragon within. Elian led the effort to recover the creature and bring it back to the capital. During the transit, Elian incidentally touched a hand to the weakened dragon’s muzzle, and a burst of emotions, memories, and thoughts invaded their mind. Initially shocked by the phenomenon, Elian maintained physical contact for brief periods over the journey, and began to realise they were receiving snippets of the dragon’s mind, made disorganized and frantic by the state it was left in.

Eventually, the dragon was brought into proper custody and care. Elian, was lauded, receiving credit for the elimination of the cell and the recovery of one of Sagewick’s “national dragons.” A number of months following their return to the capital, Elian was summoned to a dragon rearing facility by an ambiguous contact. To their surprise, the very dragon they had saved greeted them, healthy and sound of mind. For their act of goodwill, the dragon, introducing itself as Meziot, pledged loyalty to Elian, fate having brought Listener and dragon together.

Nearly a year has passed since the raid, though Elian has only been a Listener for several months. In that span of time, they and Meziot have strengthened their bond, though have only scratched the surface of their potential. Meziot’s capabilities are invaluable to Elian’s intelligence duties, and their role as Listener gives them significant prestige within the branch.

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Full Name: Meziot,
Age: 141
Gender: Female
Race: Magnus

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Appearance: Meziot’s body is sheathed in spectacular white-gold scales. The membrane of her wings forms a giant star-like pattern when unfurled. A pair of sturdy horns protrude above her eyes, which shine like amber.
In human form, she appears as a young woman somewhere between her late teens and twenties. Her facial features are sharp and angular, symmetrical and attractive. Meziot’s human form stands a little taller than Elian, and is more robust and muscular, though distinctly feminine. Her hair is a near-white blonde. Like Elian, she wears an intelligence officer’s uniform when the pair are on-duty. Otherwise, she prefers to be bare, as she would be in dragon form.
Background: Meziot has yet to reach full maturity, being only 141 years of age. She is loathe to reveal the details of her capture by Shdowpine separatists; even Elian has only an inkling of the story. Meziot has called Sagewick home for all of her life and theorizes her ancestors settled there of their own volition after the last Great War. She was never “domesticated” prior to her capture, and lived in the wilds of western Sagewick. Occasionally, she made ventures to settlements in human form. After Meziot’s rescue and subsequent recovery, she pledged herself to Elian’s service.

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