Wait.
How do you even pronounce Shdowpine? Just realized now that 'Shadowpine' isn't actually a thing.
How do you even pronounce Shdowpine? Just realized now that 'Shadowpine' isn't actually a thing.
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Wait.
How do you even pronounce Shdowpine? Just realized now that 'Shadowpine' isn't actually a thing.
... (mostly with Shdowpine which is actually pronounced "shi-tow-pin")
I was confused too, until I saw this bit!
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@Leoven The image for Geindassel rotates from dragon form to human form, btw. It takes a while, because I wanted to make the pictures be easier to see. I think I've finished everything. If there are any suggestions or critiques you have, let me know :)
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Full Name:
Lovedaia Boulderbelly.Previously Amadeus.
Nickname/Alias:
Prefers no nicknames. But she has been called Love, Day, Dia, and Veda before.
Age:
Eighteen. Born in the summer.
Gender:
Transgirl.
Sexuality:
Asexual Panromantic.
Country:
Erihollow.
Occupation:
Thieving streetrat.
Appearance:
Lovedaia is a small girl, and is especially scrawny. When she was younger, she looked emaciated with nothing but skin and bones, but since then has gained enough weight to at least appear semi-healthy. Her chestnut brown hair has grown to her chest and Lovedaia prefers to keep it down – she likes the feeling of wind through her hair. Though, there is this one annoying lock that continues to fall into her eyes. Because of the danger often found in Erihollow, Lovedaia has come to know the dangers of keeping her hair down, having had it pulled and yanked every which way. Due to this, whenever she is nervous about a possible confrontation or danger, Lovedaia pulls her hair into a quick, messy ponytail. The fifteen-year old’s hair frames her round face and slightly chubby cheeks that, no matter what she does, just won’t go away. Hazel eyes are situated about a curved-bridged and upturned nose and they are very expressive, often giving away her extreme emotions that she would rather keep hidden. Lovedaia’s legs are the strongest part of her body and a bit of muscle ripples when she runs, but for the most part they seem skinny and weak. On the left side of her face, Lovedaia has a small scar on the corner of her lip; in addition, her fingers are calloused and the soles of her feet are marked with a multitude of scars from times she had to run barefoot.
When it comes to Lovedaia’s preferred clothing, she likes to have fitting trousers that cling close to her skin in order to prevent resistance when running. Over her trousers, Lovedaia likes to have a long, knee-length tunic with bell sleeves and a hood – sometimes, if she has an extra coin, Lovedaia likes to buy embroidered tunics, but for the most part they are plain and stained with dirt and grime. Lovedaia only owns one pair of leather boots that are laced on the sides and are extremely worn – there is even a hole on her right boot, near her pinky toe.
When it comes to Lovedaia’s preferred clothing, she likes to have fitting trousers that cling close to her skin in order to prevent resistance when running. Over her trousers, Lovedaia likes to have a long, knee-length tunic with bell sleeves and a hood – sometimes, if she has an extra coin, Lovedaia likes to buy embroidered tunics, but for the most part they are plain and stained with dirt and grime. Lovedaia only owns one pair of leather boots that are laced on the sides and are extremely worn – there is even a hole on her right boot, near her pinky toe.
Background:
Lovedaia hasn’t always been an orphan. Her family was with her until she was six years old, in the dangerous wasteland that was Erihollow. They made do in small colonies; her father spent his time doing various odd jobs around the encampments, fixing shacks and helping others for a few coin. Meanwhile, her mother mended clothes that had been torn from the dangers beyond the settlements and Lovedaia lived as a boy, Amadeus. However, the Boulderbelly’s never stayed in one place long. There was no specific reason for it, as far as Lovedaia could tell, but her mother did get especially restless when in one place.
The day Lovedaia had lost her parents, they were in a small settlement on the edge of a marsh – in retrospect, not the best place to put a colony, but there was a steady food and water supply nearby. Lovedaia was put in the care of an old woman while her parents left to stock up on some much-needed supplies – four hands are better than two, of course. The last she saw of them alive was their back turned as they walked away from her. The last she saw of them, dead or alive, was when two men had dragged their bloated, three-day old corpses from the marsh. The official story is that they’re feet got caught in the muck and something particularly dangerous came along when they were defenseless.
The old woman, Wysteria, took care of her as long as she could. She nurtured Lovedaia and took care of her – and, when Lovedaia began to grow her hair out and wear “girl” clothes, Wysteria lovingly brushed the locks and washed her clothes tenderly. Wysteria was a kind woman who did well by Lovedaia, called her affectionally her “little dove.” Wysteria wasn’t a mother figure, per se, Lovedaia could never see Wysteria like that when her mom’s face was so fresh in her mind, but the old crone made a good grandmother. Until she died, of a lung sickness. It was a slow death that Lovedaia had to watch, day by day, week by week, the little eight-year-old powerless to do anything about it. After Wysteria’s death, Lovedaia left the settlement – believed it was cursed with death from the swamp, or maybe she was just cursed.
Lovedaia never stopped moving, after that. Settlement to settlement. Camp to camp. Person to person. She began to understand her mother’s restlessness about staying in one place, the antsy feeling of something bad looming overhead if she were to be in one home for too long – like it would be snatched from her, like all good things are. Eventually, Lovedaia came to the only big city of Erihollow.
Lovedaia was thirteen and starving, emaciated, with no money to survive and was shown no kindness from others – in retrospect, she shouldn’t blame them, they were barely getting by as well. Either way, the result is the same: Lovedaia became a low-life, thieving streetrat. It was only enough to survive, in the beginning – food, blankets, clothes. But once you start, it’s hard to stop. Eventually Lovedaia was stealing more food than she could eat, unneeded accessories, luscious blankets, as luscious as an Erihollow blanket can get, ripped from beds. Lovedaia’s lowest moment was when she stole the marriage band from a young woman’s finger – she still has it, resting on her finger, like a guilty reminder.
As most thieves find out, there’s a limit to their abilities, and they can only get away with it for so long. A week before Lovedaia’s eighteenth birthday, she happened to be caught with her hands around a coin purse. Like most thieves, she was chased out of town – and was chased even further.
In a bid to lose her pursuers, Lovedaia entered a dangerous, particularly dark and scary marsh. She slipped from the bank and into the sticky waters, the mud clung to her ankles like a vice and when she flailed and pushed, she sunk even further. It was like a vacuum of air sucking her further and further down and a terrible fear passed her mind – drowning, dying from a beast like her parents. And, the worst of her fear, the wyvern that swooped over her head feeling particularly hungry for human flesh.
The dragon’s name was Geindassel, and he seemed content to talk to her as she suffered in the muck. They liked to tease, swooping overhead and snapping their jaws like they were going to devour her whole – and when she gave a grunt of fear, they would throw their serpentine head back and guffaw. Lovedaia doesn’t know why they did it, but they helped pull her from the swamp (though Lovedaia had to direct them to do it in a way that did not involve them ripping her in half with their brute strength). She didn’t have anywhere else to go, honestly, and Geindassel didn’t seem to mind the company.
Lovedaia didn’t figure she was a listener at the time, it was more so an epiphany afterwards when she realized that the entire time, Geindassel was speaking to her in her head.
The day Lovedaia had lost her parents, they were in a small settlement on the edge of a marsh – in retrospect, not the best place to put a colony, but there was a steady food and water supply nearby. Lovedaia was put in the care of an old woman while her parents left to stock up on some much-needed supplies – four hands are better than two, of course. The last she saw of them alive was their back turned as they walked away from her. The last she saw of them, dead or alive, was when two men had dragged their bloated, three-day old corpses from the marsh. The official story is that they’re feet got caught in the muck and something particularly dangerous came along when they were defenseless.
The old woman, Wysteria, took care of her as long as she could. She nurtured Lovedaia and took care of her – and, when Lovedaia began to grow her hair out and wear “girl” clothes, Wysteria lovingly brushed the locks and washed her clothes tenderly. Wysteria was a kind woman who did well by Lovedaia, called her affectionally her “little dove.” Wysteria wasn’t a mother figure, per se, Lovedaia could never see Wysteria like that when her mom’s face was so fresh in her mind, but the old crone made a good grandmother. Until she died, of a lung sickness. It was a slow death that Lovedaia had to watch, day by day, week by week, the little eight-year-old powerless to do anything about it. After Wysteria’s death, Lovedaia left the settlement – believed it was cursed with death from the swamp, or maybe she was just cursed.
Lovedaia never stopped moving, after that. Settlement to settlement. Camp to camp. Person to person. She began to understand her mother’s restlessness about staying in one place, the antsy feeling of something bad looming overhead if she were to be in one home for too long – like it would be snatched from her, like all good things are. Eventually, Lovedaia came to the only big city of Erihollow.
Lovedaia was thirteen and starving, emaciated, with no money to survive and was shown no kindness from others – in retrospect, she shouldn’t blame them, they were barely getting by as well. Either way, the result is the same: Lovedaia became a low-life, thieving streetrat. It was only enough to survive, in the beginning – food, blankets, clothes. But once you start, it’s hard to stop. Eventually Lovedaia was stealing more food than she could eat, unneeded accessories, luscious blankets, as luscious as an Erihollow blanket can get, ripped from beds. Lovedaia’s lowest moment was when she stole the marriage band from a young woman’s finger – she still has it, resting on her finger, like a guilty reminder.
As most thieves find out, there’s a limit to their abilities, and they can only get away with it for so long. A week before Lovedaia’s eighteenth birthday, she happened to be caught with her hands around a coin purse. Like most thieves, she was chased out of town – and was chased even further.
In a bid to lose her pursuers, Lovedaia entered a dangerous, particularly dark and scary marsh. She slipped from the bank and into the sticky waters, the mud clung to her ankles like a vice and when she flailed and pushed, she sunk even further. It was like a vacuum of air sucking her further and further down and a terrible fear passed her mind – drowning, dying from a beast like her parents. And, the worst of her fear, the wyvern that swooped over her head feeling particularly hungry for human flesh.
The dragon’s name was Geindassel, and he seemed content to talk to her as she suffered in the muck. They liked to tease, swooping overhead and snapping their jaws like they were going to devour her whole – and when she gave a grunt of fear, they would throw their serpentine head back and guffaw. Lovedaia doesn’t know why they did it, but they helped pull her from the swamp (though Lovedaia had to direct them to do it in a way that did not involve them ripping her in half with their brute strength). She didn’t have anywhere else to go, honestly, and Geindassel didn’t seem to mind the company.
Lovedaia didn’t figure she was a listener at the time, it was more so an epiphany afterwards when she realized that the entire time, Geindassel was speaking to her in her head.
Strengths:
》 Quick.
》 Wily.
》 Survival Know-How.
Living the life of a small-time, amateur thief means Lovedaia has gotten caught more than once or twice and had to run like hell. She was already pretty spry before, but now she's especially fast in running and dodging.
》 Wily.
Lovedaia can be quite the trickster when caught in a bad situation. Relying on clever ruses and opportunistic moments, Lovedaia will use underhanded techniques in order to get an advantage over obstacles - people or not.
》 Survival Know-How.
Lovedaia has been on her own for a while and has had to adapt to her environment. She knows the basic survival skills to make it in the harsh land of Erihollow, such as finding food, building fires, and making do with her environment.
Weaknesses:
》 Unintelligent.
》 Offensive Combat.
》 Frail.
Lovedaia has common sense and can be pretty clever - but she lacks book smarts. She's ignorant to all "scholarly" things. She couldn't read a map to save her life - or, you know, read. Life as an illiterate is hard. Math and big words pretty much fly right over her head.
》 Offensive Combat.
Lovedaia is efficient in dodging her enemies pretty well, but when it comes to fighting back, Lovedaia is severely lacking. Though she carries a dagger with her, she can barely wield it and definitely cannot wield any other weapons. The only damage Lovedaia could cause is a small bruise on the cheek if she lands a lucky punch.
》 Frail.
Lovedaia can be subdued by brute strength if she is caught, and she most likely would love the moment she is caught. Lovedaia can't handle a beating, she's rather weak in that department and is easily hurt.
Equipment:
》 4 spares of tunics and trousers.
》 Her only boots.
》 A rusty, old knife.
》 Flint.
》 A once expensive blanket (but now ratty and torn).
》 A small supply of food and a flask of water.
》 A wedding ring, stolen.
》 Her only boots.
》 A rusty, old knife.
》 Flint.
》 A once expensive blanket (but now ratty and torn).
》 A small supply of food and a flask of water.
》 A wedding ring, stolen.
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Full Name:
Geindassel. [GEEN-DAH-SELL]
Age:
Two hundred and seventy three.
Gender:
Genderfluid. Prefers they/them but won't be upset if he/him or she/her are used.
Race:
Wyvern.
Appearance:
As a dragon, Geindassel is a terrifying, but fascinating, sight to behold. They are large and marvelous, their neck curving elegantly with how they rear their head, and it curves into a hard-scaled armor that protects their underbelly. Strong, rippling muscles extend into thin bones, connected by the flimsy connecting skin that constitutes their wing. Their wings are jagged and ragged, black but with red seeping through like lava. The parts of Geindassel’s body that lacks tough, thick cords of muscle have cracks and stripes of red, like their scales are the only thing keeping lava from pouring out of their body. Geindassel’s body is built to terrify enemies – the top of neck is covered in thick, large black scales that ridge outwards, edges sharp. Their spine and shoulder blades possess thin bones sticking out with black skin connecting to its body, creating spikes along their back and down their curling, long tail.
As a human, Geindassel could still be categorized as devastating, depending on one’s type. they're not one to brag, but like they also are so, they will proudly state that they're fairly attractive – they're cocky like that. Geindassel is tall, with well-defined muscles – but their belly has gotten a little soft lately due to all the treats they have been eating – and pale, rough skin. Their body is fully of scars, criss-crossing their body – they are present when in dragon form, but are hard to see due to the dark armored scales. Geindassel has soft, endearing amber eyes that look gloomy and sympathetic. Their features are sharp – their nose straight and pointed, their chin and cheeks able to cut glass. Rough, coarse red hair falls down their back, though it’s incredibly shorter on their right side after it was singed off and they had to fix it, and a braid hangs around their ear. On the left side, their hair falls at different lengths, due to butchering during fights. Despite all the ruggedness to them, and the blemishes, Geindassel exudes confidence in their appearance.
As a human, Geindassel could still be categorized as devastating, depending on one’s type. they're not one to brag, but like they also are so, they will proudly state that they're fairly attractive – they're cocky like that. Geindassel is tall, with well-defined muscles – but their belly has gotten a little soft lately due to all the treats they have been eating – and pale, rough skin. Their body is fully of scars, criss-crossing their body – they are present when in dragon form, but are hard to see due to the dark armored scales. Geindassel has soft, endearing amber eyes that look gloomy and sympathetic. Their features are sharp – their nose straight and pointed, their chin and cheeks able to cut glass. Rough, coarse red hair falls down their back, though it’s incredibly shorter on their right side after it was singed off and they had to fix it, and a braid hangs around their ear. On the left side, their hair falls at different lengths, due to butchering during fights. Despite all the ruggedness to them, and the blemishes, Geindassel exudes confidence in their appearance.
Background:
As much as they are loath to admit it, Geindassel doesn’t have much to speak about their past. They had parents, sure, but they were never particularly close with them – and, well, their parents left as soon as possible, weren’t really fit for the family life. Geindassel didn’t take it personally. However, as they ventured through Erihollow, it became clear that Geindassel wasn’t really likeable. Other dragons avoided them like the plague, instead choosing to frolic somewhere else. They were never outright mean to Geindassel, as childish as that sounds – like human children playing around the village, excluding the pariah – but Geindassel was…different. Geindassel didn’t do well with social situations, and it usually ended with a fight or with tears, and who wants to be around someone like that?
Geindassel understood, but they didn’t really – they knew they were unlikeable, but they didn’t understand exactly why. So, Geindassel prefers to be alone – better than being abandoned by friends. They spent their entire life roaming the Erihollow by themselves, lurking in swamps and swooping over colonies. As they grew older, Geindassel became more volatile – which ended with a lot of bad tiffs with humans and other wyverns alike, many which attribute to their scars. There were even some lovers of Geindassel that had gotten pissed off at them some way or another.
Despite their attempts to make friends, and their attempts to live a lonely life, Geindassel yearned for companionship. That wasn’t exactly what they were looking for when they taunted the girl stuck in the mud. More so, Geindassel was bored and wanted some fun – a human to taunt and tease. Then, they felt connected to the human – not in some weird revelation kind of way, but in a slow dull in their stomach that made them realize that this human was just as lonely as they were. Plus, she could hear them, loud and clear, that’s a sign for something, isn’t it?
Geindassel understood, but they didn’t really – they knew they were unlikeable, but they didn’t understand exactly why. So, Geindassel prefers to be alone – better than being abandoned by friends. They spent their entire life roaming the Erihollow by themselves, lurking in swamps and swooping over colonies. As they grew older, Geindassel became more volatile – which ended with a lot of bad tiffs with humans and other wyverns alike, many which attribute to their scars. There were even some lovers of Geindassel that had gotten pissed off at them some way or another.
Despite their attempts to make friends, and their attempts to live a lonely life, Geindassel yearned for companionship. That wasn’t exactly what they were looking for when they taunted the girl stuck in the mud. More so, Geindassel was bored and wanted some fun – a human to taunt and tease. Then, they felt connected to the human – not in some weird revelation kind of way, but in a slow dull in their stomach that made them realize that this human was just as lonely as they were. Plus, she could hear them, loud and clear, that’s a sign for something, isn’t it?
Strengths:
》 Strong.
》 Stamina.
》 Poisonous.
Geindassel, as a wyvern, is a especially strong. They can take down enemies with just their strength alone, pummeling them into the ground and making sure they can't get up.
》 Stamina.
Their energy is boundless - of course, Geindassel has their limits, but they can continue fighting for quite a long time. In addition, they can take quite a beating before they will give up.
》 Poisonous.
Like all wyverns, Geindassel's teeth and claws are poisonous and if this poison ends up in an enemies immune system, it could be the end of them.
Weaknesses:
》 Stupid.
》 Slow.
》 Socially inept.
Geindassel isn't the smartest wyvern in the swamp; matter of fact, they're completely oblivious to not only all things scholarly, but all things of the common sense sort as well. If there was any way to beat Geindassel's ruthless barrage of attacks, it's through outsmarting them.
》 Slow.
Wyverns are the largest of the dragons - and Geindassel is rather large. The more mass they have, the slower they are, especially in the air. They especially get frustrated when those damn wily fast things escape their grasp.
》 Socially inept.
Geindassel doesn't know the meaning of tact. They're straight-forward, blunt, and awkward. They want to make friends, but they doesn't really know how, so they end up coming across as a jackass. For the life of them, Geindassel could not make a deal with someone, or give a speech to rally people up.
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Question while I'm still coming up with my character concept: how exactly does magic work in this setting? Would something like necromancy be workable, and if yes, what would its limits be?
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Quoting Rune:
@Psyker Landshark
@Dead Cruiser and @Rune_Alchemist Humans in this rp are not naturally attuned to magic. There's magic all over the world that some creatures can tap into but human's can't unless helped by enchanted artifacts or dragons.
The Listeners are a different thing as they're able to see the flow of magic, but this connection is weak that the only thing they can do with it is communicate with dragons. As their relationship with their dragon grows, so does their connection to magic. The magic they learn to tap into relates to the magic of their dragon, but isn't limited to elemental magic.
Since we're starting just after the Leviathans attack and after they first meet their dragon, none of the Listeners can use magic yet. Maybe rudimentary sorts, but nothing really magical.
Whoooo. Long explanation. Hope it made sense.
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Mmmkay, thanks. Decided on a different character concept already anyway.
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@LeovenHere's my shot at this!
Full Name: Elian Melchior
Nickname/Alias: “El”
Age: 26
Gender: Non-binary
Sexuality: Pansexual
Country: Sagewick
Occupation: Intelligence officer
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.
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Equipment:
Full Name: Meziot,
Age: 141
Gender: Female
Race: Magnus
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.
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Elian Melchior
Full Name: Elian Melchior
Nickname/Alias: “El”
Age: 26
Gender: Non-binary
Sexuality: Pansexual
Country: Sagewick
Occupation: Intelligence officer
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.
Strengths:
》 Shrewd, analytical. Elian has an eye for detail and a knack for problem solving.
》 Leadership. A military background and intelligence service provide Elian experience in managing and directing others.
》 Perseverance. Elian makes it a point to finish what they start, persisting in the face of obstacles.
》 Leadership. A military background and intelligence service provide Elian experience in managing and directing others.
》 Perseverance. Elian makes it a point to finish what they start, persisting in the face of obstacles.
Weaknesses:
》 Nationalism. Elian’s service to their kingdom has given them somewhat of a skewed perspective and dismissive attitude towards others, especially Shdowpine.
》 Impatience. Elian has difficulty dealing with delays, opposition to action and minor irritations.
》 Anxiety. Despite their successes, Elian is irrationally high-strung, critical and sometimes self-deprecating.
》 Impatience. Elian has difficulty dealing with delays, opposition to action and minor irritations.
》 Anxiety. Despite their successes, Elian is irrationally high-strung, critical and sometimes self-deprecating.
Equipment:
》 Elian usually wears their intelligence uniform in the field, or whenever they’re on-duty. In combat situations, this is supplemented by a gambeson and segments of plate armor.
》 A longsword and dagger hang at Elian’s side most hours of the day. On horse(or dragon)back, they might wield a lance as well.
》 Miscellaneous: maps, rolls of parchment, ink and quills are always near at hand for paperwork and notes. Elian keeps a horseshoe as a good luck charm and memento of their estate ranch back home.
》 A longsword and dagger hang at Elian’s side most hours of the day. On horse(or dragon)back, they might wield a lance as well.
》 Miscellaneous: maps, rolls of parchment, ink and quills are always near at hand for paperwork and notes. Elian keeps a horseshoe as a good luck charm and memento of their estate ranch back home.
Meziot
Full Name: Meziot,
Age: 141
Gender: Female
Race: Magnus
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.
Strengths:
》 Confidence. Meziot is sure of herself (sometimes too much so), and is always willing to step up to the plate in time of need.
》 Apathy. When Elian falls into doubt or lacks conviction, Meziot is there to give a word of encouragement and a slap on the back.
》 Vitality. When the going gets tough, Meziot gets going.
》 Apathy. When Elian falls into doubt or lacks conviction, Meziot is there to give a word of encouragement and a slap on the back.
》 Vitality. When the going gets tough, Meziot gets going.
Weaknesses:
》 Haughty. Meziot has the vanity typical of magnus dragons and carries herself highly above humans, save for Elian.
》 Impulsive. Meziot has a habit of acting on impulse and following her gut, which has gotten her into just as much trouble as it has gotten her out of it.
》 Inexperienced. At just 141 years of age, Meziot lacks the wisdom of older, mature dragons.
》 Impulsive. Meziot has a habit of acting on impulse and following her gut, which has gotten her into just as much trouble as it has gotten her out of it.
》 Inexperienced. At just 141 years of age, Meziot lacks the wisdom of older, mature dragons.
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Psyker Landshark return to monke
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Ugh, never mind. Shit's come up and I don't think I have the time to devote to another RP at the moment. Whoops.
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@Hippo AF Not accepting yet, friend, so no one's allowed in the char tab yet
@Sodomite A typical knight would not last in typical Havenborough tradition. Probably something more like a Blood Knight, but most of these warrior types are more suited to be Chieftains of the many clans in their country. Havenborough technology is more rudimentary, using their natural environment and their people's strength instead of "fancy" technological advances.
So, anyway. Loving the sheets so far. Unfortunately, I'll only be popping in now and again until Friday, just to answer your questions. Uni stuff suddenly reared its ugly head.
@Sodomite A typical knight would not last in typical Havenborough tradition. Probably something more like a Blood Knight, but most of these warrior types are more suited to be Chieftains of the many clans in their country. Havenborough technology is more rudimentary, using their natural environment and their people's strength instead of "fancy" technological advances.
So, anyway. Loving the sheets so far. Unfortunately, I'll only be popping in now and again until Friday, just to answer your questions. Uni stuff suddenly reared its ugly head.
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@Leoven
Hmmm... I might stick with Frost then, doesn't look like a Knight would fit in with Havenborough and I'd rather not do Mallowater as I really prefer the look of Western mythology style dragons over those depicted in the Lung art. I was raised on too much golden age fantasy, clearly.
Hmmm... I might stick with Frost then, doesn't look like a Knight would fit in with Havenborough and I'd rather not do Mallowater as I really prefer the look of Western mythology style dragons over those depicted in the Lung art. I was raised on too much golden age fantasy, clearly.
And I'm making me a Mallowater character. Seems like it's the only nation left and I have no problem with that. I'll be loving me some Lung dragons combined with the Academy's fondness of experimentation.
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@Sodomite Shdowpine or Frost is the first CS submitted in the OOC, just to let you know
Hippo AF Master of the New Dawn
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I'm excited :p
13org Stay fresh!
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We all are XD
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Looking over all the sheets now. You guys are not making this easy.
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@Jacobite Dragons can form a familial unit, especially with Dwarves and humans, but I have to say something about his Listener abilities awakening a long time ago. The longest I can allow for someone to have been a Listener already is a year, but it would still be okay for him to have had Oddisiel close-by for a long time. Their bond would just not have been as strong, only developing when his Listener abilities awakened. It would only be after that moment that Selwyn would have been able actually hear Oddisiel and not just analyse their body language. Unless this was already stated and I just misinterpreted.
@Rune_Alchemist *rolls over a giant barrel full of the highest quality Shdowpine Crystal Dew towards the CHAR tab* I'm sure this little gift of mine will help Yvette get settled in in her new home. Go bring that sheet over there, and let this ol' knight get drunk!
@13org This was such fantastic work, and I would love to see more of what Lila can do for the party. Of course, another dragon expressing such romantic interests in their Listener is always welcome! ;) Put 'em in the CHAR tab. P.S. Do you have the source for Lila's art? It's really beautiful and I'd like to see more from the artist.
@fishguy The rogue and the pariah. Is this Dragon Age 2? XD But in all seriousness, this was a wonderful read. Love must be protected at all costs (and if she wins a fight with someone and doesn't say "Love wins!" I will be sorely disappointed). Please give her a home in the CHAR tab.
For Sagewick, I'm still having some trouble choosing. Why must you make this so difficult?
For Woodwyn, I'll be accepting Jacobite once the stated points have been addressed.
So, Mallowater and Havenborough are still sadly empty. Anyone from Sagewick wanna switch countries and help make my choice easier? No? Okay. :<
EDIT: To those who haven't been accepted (I'm looking at you, ERode), you can still apply for another country. I would actually love that, to be honest. You're all amazing people with so much talent and roleplaying with you would be tremendous fun.
@Rune_Alchemist *rolls over a giant barrel full of the highest quality Shdowpine Crystal Dew towards the CHAR tab* I'm sure this little gift of mine will help Yvette get settled in in her new home. Go bring that sheet over there, and let this ol' knight get drunk!
@13org This was such fantastic work, and I would love to see more of what Lila can do for the party. Of course, another dragon expressing such romantic interests in their Listener is always welcome! ;) Put 'em in the CHAR tab. P.S. Do you have the source for Lila's art? It's really beautiful and I'd like to see more from the artist.
@fishguy The rogue and the pariah. Is this Dragon Age 2? XD But in all seriousness, this was a wonderful read. Love must be protected at all costs (and if she wins a fight with someone and doesn't say "Love wins!" I will be sorely disappointed). Please give her a home in the CHAR tab.
For Sagewick, I'm still having some trouble choosing. Why must you make this so difficult?
For Woodwyn, I'll be accepting Jacobite once the stated points have been addressed.
So, Mallowater and Havenborough are still sadly empty. Anyone from Sagewick wanna switch countries and help make my choice easier? No? Okay. :<
EDIT: To those who haven't been accepted (I'm looking at you, ERode), you can still apply for another country. I would actually love that, to be honest. You're all amazing people with so much talent and roleplaying with you would be tremendous fun.
Rune_Alchemist Absolute Depravity
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@Leoven
It's like
You want Ciervia and Yvette to be a thing.
But cool, cool. I'm excited. I was really lookin' forward to this.
It's like
You want Ciervia and Yvette to be a thing.
But cool, cool. I'm excited. I was really lookin' forward to this.
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