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[Bitterblue111]

[center] Name:
Vaeros
Age
Unknown
Gender
Male
Race
Dragon/Human shifter
Appearance
Dragon Form

Hider

Human Form

Hider

*Credit for picture goes to unknown creater

Personality
Vaeros is utterly evil. He has one purpose: Destroy and rule the world. He will do anything and everything for this cause. In his human form, he is completely undaunting. He can get away with a lot, because he looks innocent. He's thieving and conniving, and sneaky. He gets his way a lot because he can be charming.
Strengths
-His enormous size gives him a huge advantage in a fight
He breathes fire
-he is good at fighting, hand to hand, in the air, everything.
-manipulation
To be RP'D
Weaknesses
He is power hungry, thereby blind with power
He can't turn as well, he isn't as agile
-Easily angered
-subjects fear him, and would easily turn on him if they think they'd have a chance.
To be RP'd
Brief Bio
He has been prophesied about for 1000 years, he hatched and immediately started to fulfill this prophecy. He has some people or dragons working for him, but he is ultimately the big bad. There's not much to tell about him, he is born to wreak chaos, and wreak chaos he shall. The lands he conquers before our CO's get to him will be turned into slaves and slave armies for him.

[Bitterblue111]

Name
Lalei

Age
Unknown

Gender
Appears feminine, but spirits don’t have gender

Race
Spirit

Appearance
She is young looking, she looks no older than 14, but in reality she is at least 1000 years old. She is a vivid redhead with freckles spotting her face. Her friendly green eyes are often sparkling with laughter.

Personality
She’s kind and wise. Also kind of whimsical. She is lighthearted, but can be deadly serious if the need arises.

Brief Bio
Lalei was a teenager in life when Vaeros first took over and conquered Valeroma. She died in her mother’s arms as he burned her village. Since then, she vowed to help bring Vaeros down.

The ancient ancient prophesies before the current one, spoke of 6 chosen ones to be the ultimate end of Vaeros, she wondered if she could get the job of recruiting those people and leading them. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but Vaeros brought so much death and destruction, she wanted it to end.

So she worked. As a spirit, there are only so many jobs one can do. And finally, finally her hard work payed off. She was assigned and chosen to be the one to lead the group going to end Vaeros. She was handed an ancient scroll, and on it there was instructions on who they were, and where. She just needed to get them all in one place for the journey to begin.

Other
I know it’s not a lot, but the point is for her to be mysterious.

[Bitterblue111]

Name
Vivian Lyari
Age
250
Gender
Female
Race
Elf-Dragon shapeshifter
Appearance
Vivian appears to be in her late twenties, but in reality, she’s halfway through her third century of life. She has startling silver eyes that could either welcome you with a warm sparkle, or scare the shit out of you when she glares with stone cold eyes. Her hair is also a shimmery silver. Soft to the touch.
She has a tall, muscled build. She stands at 5”8’.

In her dragon form, she isn’t terrifyingly big, maybe 80 feet from nose to tail. She’s a shimmery white color, with eyes as dark and sparkly as the galaxy. Her wingspan reaches about 200 feet across. When in her dragon form, she uses mindspeak to communicate to others.

Personality
Vivian has a vibrant personality. She’s personable...at least she likes to think she is. She comes across as defensive and harsh, but that’s not intentional. She always means the best, and has people's best interest at heart. She sees herself as a protector, even though her race is known as healers, she wants to protect them since she lacks that healing capability.
She is very cautious, and it shows through her actions. She trusts people after she gets to know them, but before that, she will be on alert and wary around you.

Strengths
Elven form
-Vivian is an expert archer, she’s had over 240 years of practice. She can hit almost any target from an insane length away.
-Vivian does have magic, and hers shows through her singing. When she sings, she can control plant life. She could sing to build a shelter, or to wrap someone in vines or twigs to keep them bound.
-She’s okay with a sword, she’s only had about 50 years of practice, compared to that with her bow. But she’s capable enough to defend herself and take down a mediocre opponent.
-more will show
Dragon form
-Her dragon element mimics that of her magic, earth. In her most powerful, she can make the planet shake as a whole. (this would cause her to have to sleep for days to recover, so she has never done it.) Mostly she causes small ‘earth’shakes. She’s able to manipulate plants, and more will come with time.
-she is small for a dragon, so she is agile and able to turn on a dime.
-She is fast, faster than the average because she doesn’t weigh as much
-her talons are sharp, and her tail can wack you unconscious.

Weaknesses
-Her magic definitely comes with a cost. Even minor use uses her energy at an exponentially higher rate than normal. If she uses too much too fast without resting, the exhaustion could literally kill her.
-She has to be in her elven form to use her magic since she has to sing.
-She’s not the best at healing, despite being an elf shifter. She knows the basics, to stop the bleeding and maybe a few plants to help with pain but that’s it.
-If she’s short range, she’s not the best at defense. This is why her offensive is so intense, to make up for the lack of defense skills.
-In her dragon form, she is not the best at using her magic. It takes a lot of concentration, and she has to focus on flying and fighting.
-She doesn’t have a lot of the brute strength in her dragon form that you see in average dragons. Because of her size, she doesn’t have to force or weight to put behind her attacks.
-During her shift from elf to dragon, she is extremely vulnerable. It doesn’t happen instantaneously. She has no defense ability while she shifts, if someone were to strike her mid-shift she’d probably be dead.

Brief Bio
Vivian was born to an elf, and a shifter. Her mother, a full elf, was named Elora. And her Father, the shifter, was called Raul. As a little girl, Viv didn't know she was a shifter like her father. She would ride on her fathers back, in between the spikes. They would soar together, with his voice humming in her mind. She loved it.
Vivian's first shift to dragon was when she was 50 years old. The family had taken her younger sister to the park, and Viv was pushing her on the swing. Laughing at Emma's antics, Vivan suddenly changed. Unfortunately, her little sister was close to her, and got hurt. Fortunately, it was just a scar running from her ear to the tip of her jaw. Viv was devastated, it made her very reluctant to shift. But soon enough, Emma was asking for dragon rides. So Viv fashioned a strap in saddle for Emma so she wouldn't fall off. When it was done, they went outside, and when Emma stood far enough away, Viv willed it, and poof! She was a dragon. She roared with pure glee. First, her father would teach her how to fly. She didn't want to do anything that would hurt Emma....again.
Only when her father was sure she knew everything there is to know about flying, he allowed her to carry Emma on her back. Raul strapped Emma in, and they took off. Roaring as they ripped through the blue sky, she rolled. Emma laughed in joy. They had fun, with barral rolls, dives, and the sort. Little did they know, the straps holding Emma down were slowly fraying. They finally snapped, and Emma went hurtling towards the earth. Diving after Emma, Vivian grabbed her with her clawed paws. Her claws weren't as graceful as her wings, and they did do some damage. But she headed towards the ground, and set her down as gently as she could (which really wasn't very gentle) and changed before she landed on top of her.
Gathering her little sister in her arms, she called out for her mother. Blood was pooling on the ground, and soaking Viv's clothes. Elora came out, screamed quickly, and then ran to Emma's side. Singing softly in the ancient language, Emma was healed. That was another close call for Emma....all because of Vivian.
Vivian couldn't take it. She had almost killed her little sister, twice! She stayed home for a few more weeks, gathering her stuff, and preparing to do the unthinkable: leave. She talked to her parents, and Emma, and they all said that it wasn't her fault, that it was an accident; but that wasn't true. SHE had made the saddle, she had hurt Emma with her claws. She just wasn't safe to be around. She told them she had made up her mind, and they nodded. Hugging her parents hard, she promised to visit from time to time. Emma came up to her, teary eyed. "Pwease don't go, Vivvie." She said in her little kid voice. Viv knelt and gathered her sister to her. She loved no one like she loved her baby sister, which is why she had to go.
So, she set out. Her belongings strapped to her back, she flew off. She found a nice little town, full of shifters. She lived with them, and was happy. She kept her promise, and visited home about once a month to keep her family updated.
There is talk around town that there is going to be a blood moon in honor of the unspeakable war that happened 400 years ago...something was going to happen, something bad. She felt it to her very bones....

Other
Vivian will do whatever it takes to get her task done, she will fight for her friends, she will kill for her family.

[Moonshadow]

Rosarina Loraven

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Name: Rosarina Loraven
Age: 289
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Appearance: Rosarina stands at 5'8" of a more muscular build than most other Elf mages due to her fighter's training. Her dark red hair is oft kept half-bound back in a series of intricate braids. Her eyes, once hazel, now look like burning embers that faintly glow. The mage wears magically infused leather armor, designed to not burn when her magic is being used and a long sword hangs from the arming belt around her waist. A leather quiver of arrows is slung across her back along with a recurve bow kept securely in an archer's bow sock.

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Personality: Fretfully loyal to her community, this elven mage is loyal to a fault. Willing to do whatever the Local Council calls upon her to do, no matter how dangerous it may seem. She is, like many of her kind, a proud woman though her personal troubles with magic have humbled that pride on a personal level.

Strength: In additional to being a powerful mage, Rosarina is also a strong and capable fighter. As a youngling she discovered the painful difficulties of being a pyromancer and to ensure that she would not be entirely reliant on her magic, she begun training as a fighter. Since then she has begun a skilled melee fighter as well as a fairly decent ranger.

Weaknesses: As a ramification of utilizing her fire spells her hands are scarred and appear to be ashy-grey in color extending from her finger tips to just past her wrists. The more she uses her magic, the more of her body gets burned and charred. Additionally, when her emotions run high, her magic has the possibility to lash out. Having focused more on the fighting aspects of combat, Rosarina is not a great archer despite her many years of practice. She fairs best in close combat rather than ranged yet fights more offensively than defensively. Due to the destructive nature of her magic, Rosarina does not know any healing magic; that is unless you need a wound cauterized, that she can do.

Brief Bio: Rosarina knows very little about her parentage and that lack of knowledge has never really bothered her. She was raised by her village and, in her mind, owes them everything she could possible provide. The Council could have easily cast her aside as a child when her pyromancy was discovered, especially considering the damage done, however they decided instead to help her control the flames and hone her abilities. She was in her early teenage years when the consequences of begun to take hold, as a result Rosarina set aside her magical training and begun learning to physically fight. She trained and worked her way into the guard's ranks of her village and is quick to volunteer for any and every request the Local Council has to offer.

Other: Nothing currently~

[DraconiWarlord]

Nice. We post our CS's here after posting them in the OOC?

[DraconiWarlord]

Here's my CS: The Summoner: A Wolf Shifter, Zav Unhul, more commonly known as the Howler, is a Wolf Shifter and a Summoner mage.

Age: 112

Gender:Male

Elven Appearance: pure white hair, and sky blue eyes. He would wear a grey wolf-fur robe, covering his body. A scar running from his left eyebrow to his nose is visible on his face.

Wolf Appearance: His head is white, and rest of fur is grey. His scar can still be seen in his wolf form. He is a humanoid wolf that walks on his hind legs.

Race: Half- Elf, Half-Dwarf. His mother was an elf, and his father was a Dwarf shifter.

Personality: There's a lot to say about Zav Unhul, but the two traits that surface the most are that he's focused and dedicated. Of course he's also clever, resourceful and passionate, but these are less prominent due to him being egocentric, arrogant, untrusting, and cocky.
His clever and dedicated nature though, this is what he's often admired for. Oftentimes people will count on this and his strategic nature especially when they need a plan.

Nobody's perfect of course and Zav has plenty of rainy days too. His egocentrism and untrusting nature causes plenty of grievances, but more on a personal level than others.
Fortunately his dedication and resourcefulness shines brighter on most days.

Strengths: He can summon a pack of wolves if he is uninjured and focused, but it can only attack an enemy once, and only stays for 10 minutes, and it takes him 5 days to build up enough mana to summon another pack. He is quite slow when running, but has large stamina. He also is strategic, and what he lacks in close-up attacks, he makes up for in ranged attacks.

Flaws: It's hard for other people to earn his trust, and he only joined the quest to prevent more death. He also is a bit cocky and arrogant and believes he can go into any battle and win, though in actuality, it's far from the truth. He also is slow in his attacks. One of his legs is shorter than the other, which is why he's not good at running from enemies or battling them at close range. In an explosion, he lost the skin on his left hand and the organic parts never grew back, so he replaced it with a metal hand crafted out of a steel and copper alloy. When he is in wolf form, his top left paw is covered by metal. Also, if he stays in his wolf form for over 50 minutes, he is stuck in it until the next full moon. He also gets distracted moderately easily, so that makes it hard for him to focus on summoning a wolf pack, as he is often focused on one thing, but not anything else.

Brief Bio: Zav Unhul was born to an elf and a dwarven shifter. He would often run around with his brothers and sisters in their wolf forms and play. One day, he stayed in his wolf form too long and was stuck in it until the next full moon on Midsummer Eve. When he was about 90, a tiger shifter killed his family, and when he tried to defend them, the skin on his left hand was bitten off and it never grew back. He replaced it with a metal hand, and he vowed he would stop anyone from being killed if he was able to. He began to study summoning magic, and by the age of 103, he could summon any canine or animal related to a canine. When he was 106, he became a magical assassin and bounty hunter. Nonetheless, he became too confident, and decided to join a ragtag group to kill the ultimate evil: Vaeros the dragon. He's willing to sacrifice himself to avenge his family, beneath that overconfident and arrogant exterior.

[vietmyke]

Odran Stormweaver

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Odran Stormweaver

Name: Odran Stormweaver
Age: 121
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Appearance:
Odran is a stout and sturdily built dwarf, with a bold stance and an intimidating disposition for one so short. Forged by wine, battle, and song, Odran's girth and thick trunk of a body belies a surprising amount of deft and dexterity. Standing at a height of 5'1", he often stands no higher than the chest of other mortal beings, but is incredibly tall for a dwarf. Despite his diminutive stature, he's often denser than most humans, and certainly weighs an amount comparable to a human upwards of six feet in height.

His body is composed mostly of muscle and bound within the relatively diminutive frame of his race, and his face is adorned with a dense, rough beard, and the dark brown hair over his head is pulled into thick dreadlocks. This thick dwarf dresses in a combination of padded cloth, chain, leather underneath a hardened steel plate carapace, but his short legs stomp on the ground with surprising speed and lightness as he walks. Upon his face sits a wide, fat nose, with a crooked angle from many a fistfight, and hard eyes of steel gray. His face is often adorned with a wry grin, and a camaraderie-filled twinkle in his eye.

Personality:
A loud and boisterous soul, like many a dwarf of Valeroma, Odran much like other dwarves is a stubborn, but honorable, hard headed bloke who prefers ale and song to politics and trickery. Blunt, straightforward and to the point, Odran is rarely afraid to speak his mind and tell things exactly as he sees it. Untrusting of magic and the unnatural, Odran will not hesitate to express his unease over the use of such elements but nevertheless admits their usefulness in many situations. Despite his jovial demeanor, Odran has surprising amounts of depth to his thoughts, his loud cheers and alcohol laden breath a visage for a more logical, intrinsically calculative mind. Odran has a very solid understanding of architecture, engineering, and warfare, and a well developed moral compass.

While Odran is vocal and friendly, and quick to throw the title of comrade around, it isn't until another's character has been demonstrated does Odran truly begin showing trust. Odran carefully observes those surrounding him, judging the character of others even whilst he makes jokes and exchanges story and drink. Odran is honorable and relatively unselfish, though if given the choice, he would prefer him and his own success over others.

Despite his affable nature, when its time to get serious, Odran's demeanor switches to that of a calm and collected professional. A professional soldier through and through, Odran fights with a cold and quiet efficiency, and only rarely allows himself emotional outbursts.

Strengths:
Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy: Odran is a capable career soldier. Proficient with a variety of weapons, armor and tactics, Odran finds himself most at home sitting inside a suit of heavy steel, and either firing a heavy crossbow from a fixed position or charging in with axe and shield. A strong and durable fighter, Odran has considerable staying power in a fight, and has surprising amounts of dexterity and deft with his hands. Odran is also a capable smith and craftsman- able to make repairs to weapons and armor as well as build new ones if given the proper materials.

Weaknesses:
While dexterous and strong, Odran's size and stature does him no favors, and his heavy armor slows him down and reduces his overall movement speed. Odran also prefers fighting on solid ground and would likely sink in the water- on account of his heavy armor and stature. Odran is also incapable of using magic, and must rely on others capable of doing so. Odran is also not a fan of flying, and has a slight fear of heights.

Brief Bio:
A career soldier, engineer, siege specialist, and tinker, Odran was born to the Stormweaver clan, a powerful crafts-clan of some repute, well known throughout Valeroma for their weapons, with many aspiring warriors seeking pieces of armor of weapons crafted by his family. While most took up the family trades, Odran instead went about a different way to seek his fortune. Some took to trade, others took to craftsmanship. Odran took to the sciences- the military sciences, to be precise. Odran joined the ranks of the Stormweaver clan warriors, here he would earn his keep through blood and sweat. The clan warriors were divided into companies, each with their own storied past.

Odran joined the Ironborn Free Company as a combat engineer in its service. With his technical prowess, as well as his skill in combat, Odran advanced steadily through the ranks, becoming a trusted sub-leader of his squad commander by the end of his first campaign across the dwarven mountains. By the end of his second campaign, Odran was given command of his own squad, and by the end of his fifth campaign, he was the commander of the Ironborn Company's engineers, and a notable veteran in his own right. When he was chosen, Odran would reluctantly leave the ranks of his comrades to join the company of the chosen.

Other:
None for now.

[Fetzen]

Calit Morvayn

Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human


Appearance:
Calit's face is of a type one could forget very soon if it wasn't for a long and thin scar running vertically along its right side. His eyes are of a dirty mixture of brown and grey, his nose quite average-ish and his otherwise rather flawless skin clearly leans towards the more pale side of things. A beard decorates his jawline and upper lip and looks like it's shaven on a more irregular basis than anything else. His hair features mild locks and a dark brown color.

There is muscle, but it's not as abundant as would be necessary for considering him to be bulked up. There's also enough fat to keep him away from ripped. What is there however is sheer size: Calit grew up with the medical condition of giantism and is an inch shy of eight feet. So, in absolute terms, he's big. Damn big.

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Personality:
Calit is a man of continuous self-containment. While he neither hesitates to put his own opinion onto the table nor struggles with outright telling people what he thinks of them, he only very rarely does so with a fit of rage being his method. Also he knows the art of keeping one's own mouth shut, even to a point where those coversing with him might get the impression of him holding back information about himself and his activities. That is... if he doesn't tell you a lie or, more positively formulated, a heavily modified cover story. Years of professional disposal of unwanted subjects might have made him a little... cold hearted. However he still knows what loyalty is and values those who actually beat the difficult path towards his friendship.


Strengths:
At first glance he's not suited for an assassin, however being big and slow doesn't mean you can't pick a lock, scale a wall, break a door, hide in the shadows or end someone's life in silence. In fact his preferred method of utilizing his superior strength for wrestling, choking and breaking necks can sometimes do so even better than a dagger for the lack of a blood spill. Quickly identifying relevant properties of both people and environments has become his second nature, allowing him to move along in relative silence -- one just has to know where to place one's big feet.

His training included a basic lecture of anatomy. It has been for the sake proper torturing, but that doesn't mean that he can't put that to some good use in terms of first aid or simple procedures, too.


Weaknesses:
Calit's set of skills and equipment naturally does not make him much of an offensive in open fights and his lightweight armor is not suited for defending himself against swords, arrows or blunt weapons. Also, while he can reach very high speeds due to his long legs, he's not particularly fast at changing his speed or stance. His huge size makes him a prominent target once seen and there might be occasions when his weight becomes an actual problem. Perhaps the most important thing however is that he can't use magic due to being a mere human.


Brief bio:
Calit was born in a village whose only noteworthy feature probably was being close to the kingdom's border. His parents were simple peasants taking care of the fertile ground around their house, so Calit's own future seemed pretty much predetermined initially. From early on however it became apparent that something was 'different' with the young child as he soon started to stick out of the crowd quite literally. Maybe, if it hadn't been for this, the king's recruiters would never have take notice of him.

The way things went however they did and someone like Calit looked like a worthy candidate for a soldier. It was only during training that two things were noticed about him: First or all his size actually didn't make for that good of a soldier because it was just too much out of the ordinary, and secondly he seemed to be extraordinarily intelligent and tolerant towards killing. Therefore they didn't want to just let go of him, but instead gave him a try at the... more special forces so to speak. It wasn't like Calit, or his parents, would have had much of a choice anyway. Of course the latter were told a bit of a different story about the wellbeing of their son.

He was trained as an agent, a silent killer not meant for the battlefield but for the scenes in the villages, towns and cities behind it. There always was enough work to do, so over the years of service he had enough opportunty to gain experience. Now his time in the king's ranks is over, but he has decided to stick to the job in independence.

[Mistress Dizzy]

Name: Kassandra

Age (18+ please): 153, considered a young adult for a dragon

Gender: Female

Race: Water Dragon Shifter/Human

Appearance: Kassandra is chubby with dark skin and seafoam white hair. She has strange, forked ears that mark her as inhuman, but they don’t look elven and she’s too tall to be a dwarf. She usually dresses a bit outside of fashion as she can’t quite keep up with trends over the many years. Her dragon form is a pastel blue and white.

Personality: Kassandra is gentle and caring, and looks like she couldn’t hurt a fly. In truth, she could do so easily, but only if the fly was hurting others. Despite being a village guardian, she is rather on the shy side. She’s been run out of town too many times while traveling, and always feels in between due to her shifter nature. While she has few friends, she tends to take good care of the people under her watch. Beware her if you ever get her angry.

Strengths: She is an excellent swimmer, both in dragon form and human form. She is good at cooking and living off the land, skills she learned from both parents. Once she was older, she learned staff combat from her father, and water magic from her mother. They taught her the staff since it could easily blend in as a walking stick. Her mother knew acutely that a shifter’s life may mean not being quite welcome anywhere. While she mostly uses the staff as a defensive weapon, she can and will strike heavy blows with it if necessary. She could easily crack a skull if she truly found it necessary.

With her water magic, she has a recent rage of what she can do. At the lightest, she can make a small localized rainshower. Good for getting clean or cooling off on a hot day, but not much more.

At the heaviest, she can cause someone to lose all the liquid in their body. However this would probably leave her laid out for days, so she won't be doing that unless it's a last resort. Her mother taught her that one; Daddy did not know about this little lesson.

Mostly she uses her staff as a focus and shoots water like a fire hose, knocking people off their feet and half drowning them with congealed balls of water.

Weaknesses: Obviously, anything enchanted to be anti-dragon will work well against her. She is highly susceptible to bad food and tainted water. Either will put her off her game for longer than it would a regular human, especially the water. Hot days slow her down because she is easily dehydrated. Water dragons are meant to live in or very near the water. While Kassy is used to living in harsh climates, a desert like climate could very well kill her if she didn’t have access to a regular source of water around the clock.

Brief Bio: Kassandra’s mother was a shifter dragon, and her father an ordinary human. They brought up Kassandra in the wild forests, with plants and animals for her companions. Unfortunately, illness took her father early. Her mother, while loving, was grieving too hard to take very good care of her daughter. So Kassandra more or less raised herself during her teenage years. Once she became of age, she and her mother parted ways.

Kassandra has served as the local fishing village’s guardian for over 75 years, and after much toil, has earned the trust of the humans there. She helps with large catches, rescues people in storms, tosses brigands out of town, and sometimes teaches the children when their parents are off on sea voyages. She has not left the town in some time, because she is comfortable there. Unfortunately, life isn’t all comfort. Being chosen will test everything she knows, and is.

Other: Kassy loves to sing, but it’s rare that she does so in front of others. She has a rich and husky singing voice.