[CHAR] Dragon Sodality

[Absolute Grace]

Eve Slayer | 26 | Female

“I once thought these beasts were merely acting on instinct, but they appear to be in full control of their actions. They cause destruction because they want to, because they can. For this reason they will meet a swift end.”

Appearance & Physical Characteristics:

Reference by unrealsmoker
A tiny slayer standing at a petite five foot one, Evelyn’s small stature causes her to be constantly underestimated. Despite this, she has beautiful features, high cheekbones, blonde hair sitting just below her shoulders and pale green eyes which sometimes appear to whiten in hue.

People assume that because of her ability she has no scars, but this is not the case. Evelyn's first time slaying as a young girl was very nearly her last and now she is branded with the marks of her inexperience. Her lower back is marred by an entry wound and her abdomen, an exit wound. Around the wound on her back there is also a splattering of small burn marks that look to have been caused by an extremely hot liquid.

Evelyn strives to keep her ears covered at all times due to a dragon like abnormality which has caused her ears to be pointed with feathery like white tips and scaly skin. She has also noticed a recent adaption that has her exhaling breath coming out cold rather than warm.

Clothing/Armour Style:

Evelyn wears light armour consisting of dragon hide vambraces and shoulder guards plated with strips of polished dragon bone. Under this, a thick leather bodice over a simple white blouse. Her legs are covered in tight fitted dark grey wool breeches under mid thigh-high leather lace up boots. She also always wears a hooded cloak as much to hide her ears as to keep warm from the frigid mountain air and dreary weather conditions.

Personality:
Serious | Intelligent | Perceptive | Forward-thinking | Courteous

Ability/ies:

Not the strongest of Dragonslayers (in regards to physical power/strength), Evelyn more than makes up for this with her enhanced intelligence and agility. Her agility and swiftness allows her to accomplish all manner of seemingly impossible acrobatics, many claiming that she flies over the battlefield. Her reflexes are superior and she needs not to physically defend herself since she will always get out of the way of any direct attack. Unfortunately if Evelyn were to be directly struck by a physical attack, then the damage would be high because she lacks a sturdy build.

Her great intelligence and ingenuity are also factors which lead to her success in battles. Evelyn is specifically good at coming up with counter measures and strategies for all manner of situations and can remember the smallest details. Since she is rumoured to be able to 'slow time,' many refer to her as the Eve Slayer.

Brief history:

Like most dragon slayers, Evelyn was born into the guild with Dragon Sodality being as much in her blood as it is her history. She is a direct descendant of Deron Orion, the guilds creator and first master. Since the time of Deron there has always been a D'Orion in the position as master of the guild and Evelyn, the only child of the current master, is next in line.

The current master is a harsh man, impossibly tall, well built with black hair and all-round brutish in appearance. The complete opposite of his daughter. The only similarity between the two are the pale green eyes which seem to have been passed down through the ages of the D'Orion bloodline. While Evelyn looks nothing like her father, she looks very similar to her beautiful blonde haired mother. Ten years after Evelyn's father was made Master of Dragon Sodality he grew colder and the last thing anyone expected was that he would marry the Mayor's daughter of a nearby town. The two were somehow perfect together and it wasn't long before they had a daughter.

Evelyn was loved equally by both of her parents, but her father gave her more of a tough love and made sure that she was always training. He was very strict about this and often unintentionally overworked her. Evelyn, despite her young age, never held it against the man and knew that all of it would help her in the future and prepare her to be the next master.

On her very first Hunt, she was required to go out alone and put everything she had learnt to trial. She was to slay her first dragon, but it couldn't be any ordinary dragon, it needed to be something which would gain her a lot of respect within the guild. Or at least that was what she had decided. Her mother, who at the time was heavily pregnant with a second child, found out about her daughters intentions and set out after her.

Long story short, after managing to track down a large drake to a marshland, things took a turn for the worst when said dragon became the hunter in a dangerous turn of events which revealed the drake to be a rare breed of acidic dragon. With nothing but a sword Evelyn's situation became worse when the dragon began using projectile spit with a liquid substance that burnt away anything it touched. One such attack hit the young and inexperienced slayer in the lower back whilst she was dodging a tail swipe. The spit burnt the flesh and went straight through her body, just missing major internal organs. As Evelyn fell to her knees the dragon fired its finishing blow, but the attack didn't make its mark for Evelyn's mother shielded her and took the brunt of it. The acid hit the stomach of the pregnant woman and down she fell with a pleased dragon looking forward to its entree and main course. But Evelyn saw red and using a half melted dragon talon sword took down the beast. Only a few minutes later the guilds master found his wife and daughter heavily injured but still alive. Both girls survived, but not without cost. The baby was lost.

Equipment/Inventory:

Evelyn prefers ranged combat and uses an iron forged bow and dragon horn quiver that she keeps stocked with dragon bone carved arrows. She also has a large pair of dragon fang daggers crafted from an acidic breed of dragon which are able to easily cut through all kinds of material from metal to dragons. She made these after her very first dragon slaying trip while recovering from her almost life threatening injuries. She keeps both sheathed on her belt, one on either side of her hips.

Inside of a leather satchel attached to the back of her belt.
-Flint and steel
-Dried fuit and bread
-Leather water flask
-Leather bound journal
-An inkwell and a simple metal quill
-Coil of rope
-Plain iron knife
-Extra set of breeches and extra blouse
-A dozen small cloth bound powders used to disrupt a dragons sense of scent and vision by throwing it at them

Possible full dragon form:

Reference by Kamakru
In regards to stature, Evelyn's dragon form would most probably match perfectly with her human form as it is also quite petite and lithe, making for great running, climbing and leaping. The larger than body wings would make for extremely fast yet graceful and effortless flight. Blonde, almost white colouring to cover her whole form with a mix of feathers and hair which illuminates under the sunlight with an almost pearlescent effect.

[Ghost Queen]

"I do what I do because it is the right thing to do. I am a warrior, and its the way of the warrior to fight superior odds."
~Paul Watson

Name: Freya Morhen
Alias: Cledwyn
Age: 28
Gender: Female

Appearance & Physical Characteristics
Height/Weight: 5'9/ 152 lbs.
Hair Color/Style: Fiery red, regretfully it was damaged in the line of duty and thus has been cut down to a manageable 3 in.
Eye Color: It used to be a storm grey but recently touches of sanguine have begun to invaded the edges of her iris.
Distinguishing Marks: Several small scars in multiple places around her body. The only big scar is a ragged claw across her upper back, beginning on the left shoulder and ending just at the bottom of the ribcage on the right side of her body. Freya also has several tattoos, a triskele located on her left jugular, a simple dragon coiling around a sword that has impaled its head that runs down her spine, and a group of tally marks adding up to eleven all on her right bicep. All of these tattoos are a pale blue in color. Finally the "Dragons Curse" has run heavily in her veins, giving her ears a small point, teeth becoming sharper, fingernails growing suspiciously like claws, and eyes becoming more like the beasts she hunts.
Clothing/Armor Style: Freya wares simple, functional garments that, while not winning her any beauty pageants, fit well on her frame. Her usual ensemble is a pair of leather leggings, iron tipped boots, a white top usually made of cotton or wool, and a leather vest. Her armor is almost completely made from dragon materials, with iron studs holding some things together. But beyond that everything is either dragon scale, hide, or bone. (reference the picture)

Personality: Strong, proud, courageous, hot-blooded, insecure

We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.
~Jim Morrison

Abilities: Freya has a reputation as being one of the strongest dragonslayers out there, able to lift a heavyset man without too much effort and in one of her more dire times kept a dragons jaws from clamping down upon her. She is also blessed with superior senses, touch, taste, sight, and sound all heightened greatly. However cities quickly overwhelm her her and as such tends to stay away as much as possible.

Brief history: The Mohren family has been apart of Dragon Solidarity since its founding, the profession of Dragonslaying being passed down from first born to first born until little Freya came out into the world. Since the day she could hold a sword her father trained her, teaching her the trade until little Freya wasn't so little anymore and father had gotten grey in the beard. It was time to go.

Freshly turned into a young woman, she and several other young slayers joined together on a hunt, trying to bring down a dragon massive in size. In their young arrogance they thought they could cut corners, become sloppy as they closed in on the lair before all hell broke loose. They all died, one by one they were picked off before it was just Freya and the beast. To this day she doesn't remember how it exactly happened, how it scooped her up and swallowed her whole. What she does remember is cutting her way out of it. How the stomach acids stung her eyes and nose, the thud of the beasts heart as it realized something was not quite right in its gut, the iron taste blood as she nearly drowned in it, and finally the ear shattering screech as she finally spills out of the dragon and its thrashing as she breathed fresh air for the first time in minutes.

She trudged back to civilization as the dragon died in agony, her armor destroyed and her weapons broken. Freya was baptized I blood, shedding away her naivety and innocence all in one blow. From there Freya's notions of glory and fame were crushed, making way for duty and humility to reign king.

Equipment/Inventory:
Beyond her armor Freya's most prized tool is her sword, Caladbolg. Technically a two-and-a-half hand sword, able to switch freely between using one or two hands. The blade was once a mighty horn, now shaved down and forged into the tool of war it is now. The hilt is iron and has been wrapped in dragon hide, the only thing left of her original sword. Beyond this she usually carries several daggers of both iron and bone with her at all times, weapons of last resort. Finally Freya has a large, well worn leather carrier bag filled with poultices', poisons, oils, and herbs useful for her hunts.

Possible full dragon form:
An angry and terrible thing. Freya's full dragon form stands upon two legs while her wings help travel along the ground. Her scales are a deep red, offset bey accents of blue along crevasses and the multitude of spikes upon her back. The tail is slightly longer than she is and is armed with a heavy spade like tip. Finally when she unleashes her fire it comes out as a concentrated stream of heat and anger

[mcpop9]

Name: Momaru Hatashi
Alias: Obsidian Twin (Twin 'O' for shot)
Age:18
Gender: Male

-Appearance & Physical Characteristics:
Height/weight: 5ft 4 inches/140lbs, his build is sort of thin and toned, not muscular, but nor frail either. He seems to fit in with an average 'skinny' appearance with averagely fair skin.
Eye Color: Grey (dark orange red veins can usually be seen spider webbing through them)
Hair color: A dark red/orange that he usually leaves in a sort of mess on his head (style reference)
Distinguishing marks: A pair of horns growing from his forehead, each curving upwards towards the back of his head, five inches long. Momaru also possesses a tail, Three feet long. It has scales with the blackness of the obsidian formed in a volcano. When angered, an orange/red glow can be seen coming from the areas between the scales. Momaru also possesses two miniature wings, Each no bigger than a dinner plate, bound by cloth to his back so they don't flop around. They're weak and of no real use now, appearance in similar fashion to the scales, but have the orange/red glow to the veins through them.
-Clothing/armor style:
Clothing: When not in his armor, Momaru wears a hooded vest, usually left open and is made from light materials. It's a soft grey in color with years of wear on it, giving a bit of a blackened appearance to the edges and some of the finer details. on the sides of the hood are deep red eyes, painted on there by himself as he felt it seemed cool at the time. He also happens to wear a pair of baggy shorts and a belt, wearing them as they give him plenty of freedom of movement.

Armor: Medium Light Dragon hide armor Red and made from dragon hide, it fits a bit large on Momaru, as his parent's didn't want to make it too small. Despite the armor being slightly larger, the nature and flexibility of the dragonhide allows it to be taught against his body, his parents looking to the future and preparing for him. The hide itself is from that of a burning ruby dragon, giving him an additional edge against fire, the armor being resistant to it and dragon attacks.

-Personality: Friendly, Defensive, Caring, Rash and Bi-polar

"He who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man." -Samuel Johnson

"The bird of Hermes is my name, Eating my wings To make me Tame" - Alucard (of Hellsing)

-Abilities: While his senses are only better than a commoner's by a small amount, his real strengths lie in his Berserker Rage and his second mind, a consciousness seperate from his own in his head, naturally perceptive and hunter like in nature.

Strength: Possessing a decent natural strength and quickness from it, Momaru's strength is further bolstered by a berserker rage. At the moment, it is uncontrollable when he shifts, but it is usually due to great emotional or mental distress put upon himself. This strength also grants him thick skin, being more resistant to attacks as well as large resistance to fire and burns, where anything such as a fire from a stove would cause no harm. Dragon fire is much of a different question, as it would be capable of roasting him.

Agility: His beserk form seems to increase his agility greatly as well, allowing him to move, jump and dash quickly.

Berserker Rage: This rage springs forth from momaru and as one might argue 'corrupts' his form further into dragonhood. His arms from the elbow down and his legs from the knees down get covered in the same obsidian colored scales and emit the same glow from between them; also gaining claws in the process. His wings also grow to be equivalent in size to himself, only the wings gaining a near immunity to fire/heat but are still incapable of flight, only giving an extra boost of speed. His strength is only slightly increased in this form as to his agility gaining a boost.
Any damage taken in berserk form is seemingly magnified upon reversion from berserk form to human form. This form is also hard for him to control, lest he fall into a blood lust and lose sight of who his allies are. Thankfully this form is usually kept in check by a second mind, one not of his direct conscious control, but a second voice he is capable of having conversations with in his head, separate of his own mind.

-Brief history:
Both of his parents were part of the guild, having hailed from different areas of the nation of Vankinore. His father from the West, his mother from the east, not too terribly far from the draconian lands in relation to most normally inhabited areas. Both had family lineage in the guild, average warriors against the dragon menace. they had found eachother while partnering up for a mission and just seemed to work together, clicking and becoming a dragon slaying duo.

The pair fell in love, and in time, got married. their love bloomed as did their dragon trophy collection. fighting for months, powering through most threats they knew they could take on, they had the sudden onset of finding out that Momaru's mother was pregnant, upon a doctor healing her after a nasty injury. The boy was astonishingly small, so much so that he was well into the pregnancy when his parents found out. They had the baby a few weeks later and it was doubted that he'd survive, but that he did and the parents, realizing how close to actually losing him they were, sent the boy off to live with a cousin in the mountains of the north west of the nation.

there he grew up, never really knowing his parents. By the time he was but a boy, maybe seven or eight seasons old and ready to meet his parents, they had disappeared from the guild, no trace or warning. it wasn't known if they were lost out on a mission or just gone, abandoning the guild. nobody could trace them. The guardian decided to keep it a secret from him, fearing it would upset him too greatly at such a young age. A year later he began to manifest these dragon like attributes. First it was the horns, then a year or two later it was the tail, until at an age of sixteen, he began to grow the wings.

His guardian wasn't afraid and accepted the child for who they were, teaching him that there was nothing wrong with him and that he was fine. he learned to accept this as just himself, a voice in the back of his head, one he'd had since childhood and thought an imaginary friend or his conscience, it had been with him since he began to develop these dragon features. It comforted him when he was alone, when he cried. It taught him how to fight, how to hunt predators in the wild, during his teenage years.

Deciding for himself, he confronted his guardian and explained he had wanted to go and find out more about himself and his past, so he decided to join the guild he knew his parents were a part of. finding himself too far down a hole already, the guardian nodded, giving him a box his parents left to him and letting him go.

Having now only been a part of the guild for a bit under a month, he has yet to go on a hunt for a dragon and has discovered of his parent's disappearance just now. this only served to deepened his thirst for knowledge of what and who he is, and what happened to his parents.

-Equipment/Inventory:

Weapon: Katana Styled Bone Blade This blade was made from the bones of an iron dragon, these bones being exceptionally strong and actually forgeable, making them sought after in the guild. The blade is designed both to cut with standard slashing movements and also to be spun around to cause blunt trauma to whatever it cannot cut.

Other:
Rations: Eating foods
Skinning knife from obsidian
Water: self explanatory
Large Swoth of cloth: to set up camp with

Possible full dragon form:
Reference This dragon is a bit tricky to defeat. There are sevral ways of doing so, but by no means an ordinary beast. It is possible to douse it in an ocean or lake, extinguishing the fire and hardening this dragon. Otherwise, cutting open of this dragon insues lava spilling out of the wound, just as hot as if it might have come out of the mouth of a volcano. with every wound, the dragon gets smaller. Removing a limb and keeping it removed long enough to cool will force the dragon to grow a new limb, using up the mass of lava inside of its body. However, this dragon can feed on fire and raw materials to grow itself larger in size and power. It is also capable of creating defensive walls with hardened lava from its own mass.

[CAS]

Name: Frederik Steinon
Alias: Fierne
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Appearance & Physical Characteristics
Reference by linhsiang
Frederik is a strong looking man. He is near six feet tall and athletically built and less muscled than the other dragonslayers. His hands, arms, and general body are covered in scars from perilous battles and a nasty one runs the length of his jaw on the right side. He keeps his dark hair short and leaves it messy and maintains a light beard to cover his scar. As of the past decade there have been some changes. Blue eyes have begun to shimmer green as of late, just as his teeth have grown more jagged and his nails stronger and longer. He finds himself scowling most of the time and looking quickly from place to place. When not out hunting Frederik adorns plain linen undergarments, and a pair of woolen trousers and an adorned woolen tunic.

Clothing/Armour Style
Reference
Frederik wears armour reminiscent of a moderately funded knight. Leather protects his entire body, with shaped bone creating a breastplate, greaves and gauntlets, and most notably a full helm. Most gaps in the armour have scalemail for the added safety, but on a whole the armour is designed to be as light and mobile as possible. Clothe around the neck and legs depict his family crest.

Personality: Determined, dutiful, sincere, crude, vindictive.

Abilities
As it would seem the case with many of the dragonslayers Frederik enjoys slightly better senses, a faster reaction time, and overall a stronger and more enduring physique than commonfolk. Beyond this Frederik has also developed himself to be as fast as possible. Even armoured he is able to move at astounding speeds and is known for striking twice when others could only strike once.

Brief History
Frederik is the third born son to the latest Lord Steinon. It is expected in the aristocratic family that all of their sons are trained to slay dragons. This has been the case since the first Steinon joined the Dragon Sodality shortly after its creation. The family history is rife with valiant efforts in the destruction of the dragons, but has recently fallen into discontent after one of Frederik murdered his wife.

As the third son Frederik was given no special treatment. For a short time his childhood was filled with the toys and foolishness many children were accustomed to, but on his sixth year this all but ended. Frederik was schooled and trained from sunrise to sunset. As he matured Frederik was sent on his first hunt.

The dragon wasn't particularly fearsome; it had short horns and a slim head. The fire it spewed forth was broiling, but weak compared to that of others according to some. It seemed luck was on Frederiks side for his first hunt, but luck can be a deceitful thing. The smaller stature of the dragon made it quick, unbelievably so. Before a blow was landed on the beast it had felled a good three men and injured another. Fighting against the beast in an open field left the dragonslayers at the whims of the beast. Frederik in desperation struck at the beasts wings whenever it swooped down on them. Twice he felt the sword strike the leathery wings, and twice he saw a great tear grow in them. As the dragon swept in on the men again Frederik pierced it's stomach with the tip of his blade grounding the dragon. One of the men closed in on the dragon and was quickly cooked within his armour. Terrorized by the might of the dragon Frederik cast himself at it in a final charge, and pierced its chest with his sword.

This was to be the first of the hunts Frederik would partake in. Years would temper him, body and soul to no longer fear the wrath of a dragon. He grew more powerful and became an accomplished warrior. When Frederik was 23 he was wed, but the woman was fickle and scorned him when his teeth grew jagged, and his eyes changed their luster. He resigned himself from the company of women after his wife's adultery and subsequent murder at his hands. They'd only been together two years.

Equipment/Inventory
Frederik carries with him a two handed sword carved from the bone of a dragon he slew. This is the blade he does most of his work with and is well suited to the job. Alongside this he carries a dagger made of steel, a satchel of ointments and medicinal herbs and a few other paltry possessions such as dice, playing cards and a few food stuffs.

Possible Full Dragon Form
Reference by Laurel D. Austin
A monstrously quick dragon, similar to that of his first hunt. In this form Frederik would have blue scales with red accents cresting the shoulders and head. His maw would be broad and powerful, gushing forth molten flames. Two great horns extend from the back of the skull, and claws sharp enough to rend dragonflesh arm all four legs. The body would be slim, with a long thin tail having no spikes or barbed point. His wingspan would be greater than his length and allow him to fly further and faster than other dragons.

[xxrhoo]

Name: Rhoo Marhoon
Age: 24
Gender: Female

Appearance & Physical Characteristics:

Rhoo has long, blood red hair that reaches the bottom of her butt. She has piercing, cool gray-blue eyes and eyebrows naturally set into a cold stare. Her body is thin and straight with no visible "assets." Her face would not be considered beautiful by most, but is far from homely. She is pale and almost sickly, seeming to possess no strength whatsoever. There is a patch of deep blue scales increasingly covering her left hand, which she hides with a cut off glove. She stands five feet and five inches, weighing approximately one hundred and three pounds. Rhoo is normally seen wearing crude, loose-fitting cloth garments in various colors that seem to hang off her body dejectedly, when not wearing armor. When she is not roaming barefoot, she wears simple leather sandals.

Personality: quiet, apathetic, confident, sly, and snarky

Abilities: Rhoo has a heightened sense of movement around her, with a limitation. Along with this, she does not need her eyes open to navigate an unfamiliar space. She can also be described to have "psychic" powers. While this is not fully true, she can tell what a person is about to do the moment before they do it 90% of the time.

Brief history:

Though Rhoo has been a part of the modern day slayers for around ten years, she acts more as the equivalent of a "water boy" than a player. Rhoo has never participated in combat herself, though she has witnessed it with her own eyes when having to treat some of the wounds other slayers suffered. Her mother, Aiana, has been a medic, helping with the slayers all of her life. Her father, Desmond, died in Aiana's arms after he fought alongside his comrades against multiple dragons. That was when Rhoo was sixteen.

On her twentieth birthday, Aiana gifted Rhoo with a set of deep blue dragon scale armor. This made Rhoo uncomfortable, as the patch of scales on her hand had already began to form, yet she had kept it a secret from her mother. Aiana made it clear to her daughter in that moment that she wanted her to toughen up and help rid the world of the beasts who killed her father. Speechless with fear, Rhoo accepted the armor and foolishly made a promise that she wasn't sure she could keep.

Shortly before her twenty-fourth birthday, Rhoo's mother passed away of illness. While her gut told her to flee from the guild of slayers and go back to the town and live a common life, the promise she'd made to her mother grounded her to stay where she is today. Rhoo still has yet to participate in combat, and until that day will dutifully treat the wounds of the slayers who come to her needing aid.

Equipment/Inventory: Other than her usual cloth garments, Rhoo possesses that one set of deep blue dragon scale armor that she was rewarded on her twentieth birthday. She owns a solid iron dagger, made of the same material from the start of the hilt to the tip of the blade. It used to be her father's and is nothing pretty to look at. She keeps it by her side in a crudely made leather sheath.

Possible full dragon form: Neither ferocious nor threatening, Rhoo's dragon form has the same colored scales to match her armor and the patch of skin on her hand. Two clean, white, dangerously sharp teeth are too big for her mouth to keep, and instead hang out over her bottom lip in a goofy manner. Sharp black horns are placed in a line from her forehead to the edge of her tail. Surrounding the first horn upon her forehead is a collection of blood red scales in the shape of an upside-down spade.

[Tancuras]

"Kingdoms rise and fall, but nature will remain."

Age

39

Gender

Male

Appearance & Physical Characteristics

Orren is a rugged man, harsh and lean like the mountains and wilderness of Vankinore in which he was forged. Tall and lithe with steel limbs, he takes on the characteristic of an animal, his green-eyed gaze that of a predator. Prolific scars cover his body, counting his hunts and marking his victories over death. He is often unshaven, thick ash-blonde hair falling in braids around his face.

Orren's garments are entirely leather and fur, showcasing function over form. They show little skill in tailoring, all hand-crafted by Orren himself. Dragonscales are woven into the hide in erratic patches, covering Orren's vital organs, and everything is enveloped by a heavy hide cloak. Simple hide boots are tied to his ankles with cord, and a sack hangs from his shoulder containing his belongings.

Personality

Introverted, wise, strange, competitive, wary.

Abilities

Aside from longevity, enhanced strength and stamina, and uncanny grace and reflex, Orren possesses an affinity with the wilderness almost unprecedented. He is an expert in tracking and navigation, able to detect nearly anything by scent, and is invisible in the woodlands. Furthermore, Orren seems to possess the ability to form deep bonds with animals, seemingly communicating with them.

In swordplay, Orren seems to dance rather than fight. His movements are fluid and controlled, almost serene, and his blade truly cuts where others smash. His archery, however, plays a part entirely opposite. His shots are frightening, hissing through the sky, and the impact where they strike is so great it can throw grown men through the air.

History

Orren was born into the wild. His tribe was large, but he has little memory of them. They were nomadic, traversing the mountains of Vankinore and camping in the branches of great trees. One day, when Orren was still hardly a child, he found himself alone, never knowing why he was left behind.

He spent his years in those same mountains, fending for himself, hunting beasts and fleeing other people. The isolation broke his mind. He never knew another soul and even forgot language, nearly becoming a beast himself. The life made him strong, though. Savage and cunning. He never found a hunt he could not conquer - not even a dragon.

The beast nearly killed him, but Orren managed to pry a scale loose. He tied it to one of his arrows and plunged it deep into the dragon's throat. As he carved away at the dragon's corpse, a hunting party passed by in the commotion. As it turned out, they were dragon slayers from the Sodality, and Orren had beaten them to their mark. After several weeks of visits and negotiation, Orren finally agreed to join the guild.

Inventory

The Sunset - A thin, curved blade made from a dragon's claw. It seems extremely fragile, but is in fact harder than steel and sharp enough to cut the sun itself.
Aeveri Shortbow & Dragonscale Arrows - A deceptively strong curved bow made from the trees of Orren's tribal homeland paired with dragonscale-tipped arrows.
Obsidian Knife - Orren's skinning knife, frighteningly sharp yet still only barely capable of prying a single scale from a dragon. But one scale was all it took.
Dried Meat - Rations.
Wineskin - Homemade, filled with water.
Whetstone - A stone for sharpening Orren's blade.
Scrap Leather - From many hunts.
Herbs - Various herbs for different applications.

Dragon

A dragon of the earth, this beast takes on the color of the season, a master of hiding in plain sight. Its horns are long forked antlers, and its tail ends in the shape of a massive leaf. Moss covers its scales, and it moves without a sound. This dragon's most dangerous aspect comes in its ability to take on any form of nature, from a prowling cat to a great whale.

[BytheSpleen]

Alias: Hill, as his last name translates.

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance & Physical Characteristics

Ata comes off as decidedly barbaric, if such a world like this could even be bothered with imperialism in the scope of things between dragons, politics, madness, etc. He stands at a slightly 5'5, and weighs somewhere between 115 - 125 lb., give or take the enormous quantities of meat he'll eat given the opportunity and resources. Neither end of his weight range change the fact that he has quite a wiry build, which reveals more bone than flesh once Ata is stripped down. From his heritage comes his clay-red skin, which has been baked by the sun during his rigorous labors to darken it to a rich, earthy complexion. His rigors stain his body throughout with slightly darker, smooth splotches of skin, proof that he had scaled the backs, arms, and necks of many angry wyrms. He has, like many "savages", thin cheeks held by high cheekbones, thin almond-shaped eyes, and a constant pout to his lips. He appears to almost be in a constant state of starvation, despite how much he's eaten, as his years of hardened life have instructed his body to adapt accordingly; excess weight has long been void as an option. Despite all the aforementioned facts, he has slightly larger feet and hands than most, though this is more attributed to his heredity than his acquired traits. His hair and eyes are as dark as the onyx his isle country is most noted for.

In more recent times, though, Ata has changed at least his hairstyle to about half an inch from his scalp, and has shaved his hair in other areas for comfort and ability. There are no visible changes to his body...at least, not from the outside.

Clothing/Armour Style

In his daily wear, he almost always walks barefoot and dresses as though a poor laborer does : he walks only with his undergarments and a pair of shortened linen, khaki-dyed trousers fastened to his waist by a cord of thick, tough fibers, sparing no one the sight of his gaunt torso.

Truth be told, the design of his armor defies the conventional structures of others. With suggestions from the designs of older plate armor, the set consists of a simple cuirass, a pair of tassets, vambraces, and greaves. These parts consist of incredibly brittle scales that have a keeled design to bar would-be attackers from crunching through the hide, lest the offender lacerate its tongue and gums. The scales themselves boast higher durability and resistance, but stiff nature of the scales disallow protection of the joints, and most certainly not the head. To aid with scaling rough surfaces, gauntlets and sabatons were designed with thin, flat protrusions to dig underneath the overlapping scales of dragons. These were made from the shavings of a dragon's claws, as the actual claws themselves were too difficult to process. A leathery cloak made of similar scales come from the eyelids of a giant dragon, and does well to cover him from weather, flames, and weapons.

The scales looks almost like granite, and have bits of plant growth here and there wherever little cracks might be. It makes for great camouflage, whatnot with the dark greys and spots of greens.

Personality:

Simple, aloof, light-hearted, uncultured, alien.

"We must work in the world, because it is thus...no...we have made it thus. I have made it thus."

The Mission : Altamirano, after removing protection from the indigenous tribes in the Treaty of Madrid.

Abilities

Insight - When Ata gouged the eyes of his first dragon, he was stained in the blood and brain-matter of a being inconceivably older than he was, or so he thought. The flow of blood pushed him off and nearly drowned him. He awoke during a full moon and began to feel the world around him as though he was one, as though he belonged to the skies and seas, but the feeling disappeared. Ever since then, though, he could see the flow of "essence" (as he calls it) flow within a person, revealing their intentions in the near future. With this, he has predicted the attacks of his jealous brothers, the lunges, leaps, and bites of other dragons that came soon after in a fitful rage, and even the tension in the children's legs as they ran from him, covered in blood. Within a single battle, he can identify an opponent's preferred method of attack, so that if there are survivors in the future, he can prepare accordingly for his comrades.

Like many of those in his tribe, Ata is an expert climber, and boasts no other strength than those in his fingers and hands. As Ata's curse progresses, though, he will begin to lose his ability to hang off of cliffs and dragons as he once did, for dragons have little need to cling like a suckling baby against the mother Earth.

Brief History

Ata Phnom claims to have slain one of the largest dragons to date, and though many would protest his armor, no one could deny the fact that he was wearing the eyelashes of a dragon that must have been at least as large as he described. He came upon the creature in his later teen years, a dragon dozens of stories tall that had lain in the beach for whoever knows how long. The strange sight to see was the fact that its face and front arms were lacerated, as though whipped thoroughly with a weapon that must've been incredibly keen. However, there was no sight of a hunter, and the cuts were certainly beyond what a hunt would inflict. Ata decided that he might as very well be the one to slay it, for the dragon could be a threat if allowed to live. He scaled its arm, and journeyed a good half-mile to its face, where he scaled the brow, and stabbed the dragon in the eye. So he held on for dear life when the dragon tossed its head back in pain, but he was already set to work on getting towards the other eye; he did not relent from his bloody task, and blinded the dragon. The dragon's old wounds re-opened, and as the dragon shook on its death throes, Ata was flung into one such pool, and struck his head on something. When he came to, he could see things differently, and had thus gained an ability beyond that of most other humans.

In his distant isle country, he requested at once for his villagers to help, but something was amiss. The men looked angrily at him, and a great cursing and shouting arose from their mouths. They wanted the kill, too, and had asked why Ata struck first. Ata replied he found nothing wrong, and was even willing to share the kill. Soon a blown-up debate occured, which led into a fatal argument that set Ata against his three older brothers. He speared three of them in self defense, which scared off the children watching in the brush.

A little disheartened and confused, Ata decided to walk back and process as much of his kill by hand, and thus produced the eyelashes and scales now used for his armor, before he was hailed by the chiefs of his tribe, who had came after the children spoke of Ata's deed. As he was explaining the whole situation, the dragon's body was dragged back into the ocean by heavy currents, leaving only the chief and his story to legend. They decided that his offense towards his siblings was a sin, and prescribed that he go out and repent by continuing the hunt with the other peoples of the world. This was all done, however, not before they made his armor and schooled him in a monastery. By his tribe's law, he is forbidden to indulge in life, and must repay his disservice to his blood by servicing others unknown to him.

It has been four years since then. Time has slowly started to treat him for the worse.

Equipment/Inventory

• Garments
• Armor
• Bone-Spear : A simple spear made out of the horn of the massive dragon. A man's strength alone could barely penetrate a wyrm's tough hide, but if the strike is made with conviction and aims true, then the strength of the thrust means little.
• Straw Sandals
• Jute sacks on a leather belt, carrying :
  
  Various currencies for provisions.
  
  
  Bits and pieces of dried and smoked meats.
  
  
  A plethora of flints and bits of iron for starting fires.
  
  
  Kindling.
  
  
  Dried petals of lavender, for making teas while in flight.

Possible Full Dragon Form

Ata would be a relatively average-sized dragon, lacking most of the features his first kill had. However, if allowed to live and feed off of the flesh of other wyrms, it will grow to the point where few distinctions could be made. Its smooth, shark-like skin would begin to develop into individual scales, and every ridge would become more pronounced. If he eats perhaps over a hundred dragons in this form, he would be near identical to his first kill in form, though not quite yet in size. Ata is capable of diving at very deep levels, each size increase making him more resistant to the crushing pressures of the deep sea. Every kill and dragon consumed further develops his wings into six fins that propel the dragon the same way as the fins of a cuttlefish propel the body. Few other dragons could rival him with similar speeds in such deep places. If one does choose to pursue him, they'll have to somehow find a way to penetrate his thicker hide without filing off their claws and teeth, something that possibly no hunter or dragon has ever done, nor would they ever do...so long as they were in the water.