[CHAR] Starfall [Reboot pl0x]

[Ookawa]

Username: PyroDash888
Name: Thora
Age: Human: 17 Dragon: 20 (aka, quite a young dragon)
Gender: Female

Human Appearance:

About 5'1" tall

Dragon Appearance:

Just barely tall enough to be ridden

Personality:Thora can be quite bossy, defiant and sassy. In some cases this can go so far as to be quite brazen and brash. As such she can be quite the handful, but if you get on her good side, her cheekiness can provide you with much entertainment as she takes it out on others. To those she is close to, Thora can actually be nice, from time to time, but they will still not evade her practical jokes, she tends to at least try to play on her friends. At the same time, especially in her dragon form, she can seem very bouncy and excited about almost everything.
About Thora and riders:
Thora actually doesn't like to be "owned", but for her it was either that or live the life as a breeding female, which the former was the lesser evil. Therefor she will be quite unfriendly to riders who will try to treat her as an animal that is owned.

Short Biography:Thora is a member of a new breed of dragons created by a family of dragon breeders. This breed looks a lot "cleaner" and for the lack of a better word "cuter". The result is a dragon, who, as soon as it reaches a certain age, only grows very slowly and stays slender and lithe. As such, Thora is fairly young, just having reached the age where her human form stopped aging, meaning she had reached the age to get a rider. Previous generations of her breed, though, were not able to become mounts and instead were used for further breeding. But Thora, as stubborn as she is, managed to convince the dragon farmer to give her up for "adoption", as Thora had called it, so that she could provide him with performance data of how well "his" breed was doing in battle. Now she turned up at the door of the guild, trying to acquire some kind of rider.

Abilities:
Lightning Strike: Thora swiftly swishes her tail at the target releasing a bolt of lightning
Swift: Thora is quick, sometimes even too quick for her own good and can easily outmanoeuvre most dragons in air and on ground
Lightning Claws: Thora's claws can be loaded with lightning
Rider:
Other: Creepy Theme
Epic Theme

[PajkaNight]

Username: PajkaNight
Name: Calahna
Age: 200 years old, but looks 20
Gender: Female

HUMAN APPEARANCE

Long ebony locks that are shineless; like looking into a void. Alabaster skin, with brilliant icy blue eyes that nearly look white at first glance. A tall, slender build, held with dignity. Donning a black, silk dress with long flowing sleeves that replace her wings.

DRAGON APPEARANCE

Her dragon form is extensive in length, but smaller in width. On the bottom of her feet and edge of a few of her scales is a frosty blue color that nearly matches her eyes.

Personality: Patient, calm, controlled, wise, calculated, modest.
She is direct and honest, and would not dare tell a lie, even to save her own life. She is not exactly fond of the idea of her being controlled but she knows better when to fight when her efforts will be fruitless. If she vows to do something, she will keep her word, no matter what misfortune lay before her. She moves gracefully, even when flying in dragon form. She takes most everything seriously, but still knows how to enjoy herself.

Short Biography: Calahna was born into the Fo Viing tribe: making their home on the highest of mountain tops where it would constantly snow; It held freezing temperatures that most dragons disliked living in, but members of Fo Viing believed the cold winds and frost bitten grounds strengthened their hides. The Fo Viing often stayed near the snow, rarely coming down from the mountains, but Calahna Refused to be as isolated as her tribe members.
As a young dragon, Calahna would take any chance for adventure, getting high off the adrenaline she received when exploring the world around her. When the humans came, stealing away her kin and the land they once called home, her vision of the wide world around her began to shrink. When she herself was captured, she saw things she prayed she could unsee; Never having seen a monster act as horrid and cruel as a human being can be.
The innocence and wonder of the world faded along with Calahna's hunger for adventure. She became the calm and wise dragon she is today, being thankful for any chance she could get to just feel the winds against her wings.

Abilities: Calahna can breathe frost, which can freeze enemies solid if given enough force.
She is able to bare a large amount of pain due to her tough scales, though she can still be hurt.
What she lacks in strength, she makes up for in agility, making her very fast in flight, and able to move around easily on the battlefield.

Rider: [You may fill this in later.]

Other: Though she will never admit it, she loves chewing ice.

THEME SONG

[NanoFreakV2]

Username: NanoFreakV2
Name: Rauul Woldcrow
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Rank: N/A

Equipment: Rauul carries two black swords with intricate patterns on the blade itself. One of the swords has a chain of considerable length attached to it.
He also carries a flask containing a black liquid. He can imbue his sword with said liquid. The liquid causes the emergence of dark spikes of an unknown material at the point of contact between the sword and any other surface.

Appearance:

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His appearance before his hair turned black.

Generally prefers wearing black armor and underneath it any garments that typically have a hood.

Personality: Rauul used to be very honorable on all accounts. He held no contempt for dragons, nor for his fellow humans trying conquer lands that were not their own. One single event in his life turned all that around. Soon after, he grew bitter and came to despise those same humans. Rauul is very reclusive and prefers to keep to himself. He is quick to anger when approached on anything related to dragons. Opposed to how he used to act in the past he is now ruthless and has little regard for his own safety. The sole thing that has kept him from dying due to sheer recklessness is his strategic prowess, which is the only thing that remained a constant throughout his entire life.

Short Biography: Rauul was born into a family of knights in Ambrosis. Unlike his parents and most of his ancestors, who were on the front lines of most wars, he refused such a position instead devoting his life to protecting his homeland as he did not wish to partake in the conquest of greed humans had given birth to. As a result, he lived a fairly peaceful life, his home rarely being in danger.

Unfortunately, destiny had reserved a far crueler fate for him. At some point in his life he met a woman with whom he fell in love, only to find out that she was a dragon hidden among his own people. Despite the dangers he refused to give up on her and vowed to keep her safe and her secret hidden. They even had a child together, but they could only keep the true nature of their love hidden for so long.
Soon after the child was born a group knights dedicated to hunting down dragons attacked their home, killing Rauul’s beloved and taking away their child.

The event left Rauul scarred and bitter. His anger being so strong, it even changed his appearance. What used to be his bright silver hair had now turned into an unnaturally dark shade of black.

Rauul sought purpose in his life and as such he joined a group of mercenaries called the White Dove Guild unaware of the fact that it was a guild who used dragons as mounts.

Mount: N/A

Other: Theme before he lost his beloved.
Theme afterwards.
"You're all the same. You make me sick."

[Athoriel]

Username: Athoriel
Name: Cedric 'Ced' Pryde
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Rank: -
Equipment: Cedric carries an Ambrosian longsword, medicine, a water skin and pair of Bolas on his belt. He also keeps misc travelling supplies on his dragon saddle such as a bedroll, rations, rope, etc. His ancestral suit of armour as shown below, comes embossed with the guilds sigil on his right shoulder.

Appearance

Cedric is most notably seen in his armour standing at about 6'2", careful to not be seen without, but for those who catch the rare glimpse of the man beneath are met with a horrifically scarred individual. His body is roughly covered in a series of burns, that flow their way from his neck to his calves, he has dark blonde hair and ice blue eyes that stare coldly at those he meets.

Personality: Cedric is a quiet, even tempered individual, bound to the guild for the familial sentimentality it carries for him. He is quick to trust in those around him, having a generally kind heart, but is unforgiving to those who break said trust or exhibit behaviors that he believes are immoral. If justified, Cedric can achieve a capacity for darkness in his actions, acting cruel and detached to those whom receive his ire.

Short Biography: Cedric was raised in a hamlet located somewhere in northern Ambrosis, being subject to a rather ordinary upbringing, Ced had grown to be a fine young lad. He spent most of his days at his family farm, helping his mother and his cousins with the various chores, teaching him a sense of duty and how to take pride in ones work, he attended school with all the other children every third day, where he learned to read and write and the odd time or two he would get into a fight with the local bully, this taught him how take a hit.

On every new moon his father would return from the south to visit his mother and him, regaling the wander struck lad with tales of dragon riding and the exploration of foreign lands, it was on a such a visit as this, that tragedy befell his home. Cedric was fourteen at the time, and had been sleeping merrily away, exhausted from his day of work and the excitable transfer he had had between his father, each catching the other one up on their prospective news.

Thick tendrils of smoke snaked their way up his bedroom wall, amassing in the roof space above, slowly a blanket of it descended on the young lad, whom upon taking in his next breath, awoke, panic gripping his chest as he began to suffocate. Tears blurred his vision as he rolled free of his bed, hitting the floor with a hard thud, greedily gulping down some clear air. It was then that the flames began to lick at his doorway, quickly encompassing it, screams and shouting were starting to be heard from elsewhere in the house. Absorbed in his own world of problems, Cedric's eyes dashed about, assessing the situation. Keeping low to the floor, Cedric crawled his way through fire and smoke, the beating of his heart loud in his own head as he struggled toward the exit. Waves of heat washed over him, as the inferno exploded around, drying the tears on his soot covered cheeks. He coughed and spluttered, his lungs burning as if they too were on fire, sharp bouts of pain struck at him as the flames grew, hounding him as he crawled onward.

He don't how he survived that night, but by some miracle he made it outside before the building collapsed, sadly no one else did. Not too long after, his fathers guild took him in as some kind of way to carry on his will. They supplied the young Cedric with a special medicine, an extract from a mountain flower in the southern steppes of Lunaris. It dulled the pain of his burns, and allowed him to bear the armour and weapons of his father, eventually training him to become a capable Dragon rider.

Mount: -

Other: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkJlUIZ-rXw

[RainDash]

Username: RainDash
Name: Dazenth The Clever
Age: 24 (Is about 200)
Gender: Female
Human Appearance:

Dragon Appearance:

Personality:
Dazenth, Daz for short, is very unassuming when people talk to her. She's tries to appear as not a threat to those that would imprison her. Don't let her fool you. She's very capable of lying to you and escaping while her rider is looking the other way. Her track record is escaping four times from rider custody. She seems to look for the thrill of fooling people and dragons alike. It's all a game to her, and through sheer force of will she hasn't yet been broken by the humans. It's very likely that she never will.

Short Biography:
Daz was born and promptly abandoned in a nest of other dragons. She survived by her wits and strength alone. She left as soon as she thought she would survive on her own. She hung around small human settlements, taking things that wouldn't be missed and avoiding notice. It was about a month later that she was caught and made into a mount for her rider. She waited until she could find a way out of it, and manipulated her rider into letting down their guard. She escaped in a whirl of teeth and claws, and found the thrill enticing. As time went on she continued to allow herself to be captured when she was hungry or was feeling lazy. Not all her masters were kind enough to feed her, so she would escape sooner than later by pretending to be dead.

Abilities:
Play Dead- For thirty minutes she can look and act dead. Unless you are aware she can do this, it is unlikely for anyone to know she is faking it.
Slip Scales- She can make her scales slick, allowing her to slip through smaller spaces and also to escape chains or collars with ease.

Rider:

Other:
Very food motivated.
"Catch me if you can. Spoiler alert: you can't."

[Bluetommy]

Username: Bluetommy2

Name: Kieran

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Equipment: Sword and shield, shield has a Scabbard behind the face that is used as the grip, underneath he wears white pants and a black shirt which are made of a lightweight but still heat resistant fabric

Appearance:

Personality: Dutiful, Proud, Boring. Kieran appears to be the boring knight who fights only because it's what he is told, however, Kieran fights to protect his mother, who is unable to work, and all of the money that he obtains is sent home to her. Kieran fights to make sure that he can get home to his mother, who is everything to him. He is not someone who cares about what others think about him. He is not a philosophical person, and his thoughts are mostly occupied by fighting strategies. He also has Antisocial Personality Disorder, and thus is incredibly abrasive.

Short Biography: Born in solis, Kieran was raised by his mother alone, after his mother had a severe injury that left her without he right arm, and without the ability to use the other, Kieran went to the military academy in order to learn to defend her, he eventually took up mercenary work in order to finance his mother's care. Travelling the lands, he eventually found the guild, joining because it paid well, with many of the other members believing him to be greedy, however he didn't join to make people like him. The falling stars are just another job to him. Kieran has antisocial personality disorder, and his mother always tried to mold him into a better person, and Kieran's love for her is more him being honorbound than actual love, as he is unable to actually feel for people. Kieran's time spent in Solis also led to an incident where he brutally murdered a cut-purse, leading to him being exiled from the city.

Mount: (TBD)

Other: Theme 1: Hatred is my power

Theme 2: Let's get serious

[Knight of Doom]

Username: Knight of Doom

Name: Melaniya (Mel) Shadowbird

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Rank: -

Equipment:
Sword: A straight double edged 28" sword wielded with either one or two hands.
Dagger: A 10" straight double edged dagger.
Hook Swords: A pair of double hook swords connected by a sturdy chain, the length of Melaniya's wing span. Only used in high risk situations.
Armor: Light and easy to move in, but still durable.(Similar to picture)

Appearance:
Melaniya's skin scars pretty easily, so many small scars litter her skin. The largest one is on her back, it runs diagonally between her shoulder blades, and is also the most prominent.

Personality: Melaniya is a no nonsense kind of girl. She's hardworking and curious. There are times where she pushes herself too far and needs to be reminded to take a break. She is fairly harsh when it comes to training and battle. When Mel has a task to do, she'll see it through to the end. While she finds it difficult to relate to other humans, she tries her best to get along with them. On the other hand, Mel feels more at ease with the dragons, and tends to feel more of an emotional bond with dragons than she does with humans.

Short Biography: Mel can barely remember spending the beginning of her life in Lunaris. They were surprisingly happy times, but then Mel's mother died of a disease that she can't remember and her father refuses to remember. Mel was 5 at the time of her mother's death. Her father didn't handle the situation well. Unable to stand the land that brought so many painful memories back, he brought Mel to Solaris to try and escape the past. Eventually, Mel's father became an alcoholic. Early in his alchohol addiction, he was violent. He was the one who created Mel's large scar. However, as time went on, his drunken state was more depressing. Mel had to take care of not only herself, but her pathetic father as well. Once she started noticing the falling stars she became interested in them. She found out about the White Dove while doing research and started training with weaponry and dragons to get in.

Mount: -

Other: Theme

[Crazy Doctor]

Rider-Avanir Darkwind

Username: Crazy Doctor
Name: Lord Avanir Darkwind (His surname is Wornicker to those know his past but not most don't)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Rank: Battle Master

Equipment:

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-Cellyrium whip: a jagged piece of Celelyrium adorns the end as well as the cord itself being soaked in it.
-His armor consists of black breastplate, grieves, and bracers and helmet. Underneath he wears cotton underclothes, shirts, leather and wool trousers, and black armored boots.
-Skin of Fire-Brandy. Strong enough to numb pain, sterilise wounds and to make you drunk with a few sips if unused to it.
-One dragon arm torque in gold

Appearance:

6ft tall and muscled, but not overly, Avanir cuts a powerful figure. His right leg is heavily burnt and scarred form a run in with a dragon and thus he has a noticeable limp. The only time the limp goes is when he is in battle suggesting the limp is in his mind. His tanned and wind beaten skin is a pale brown. Scars cover his back and chest and a small scar is visible on his cheek. A leather band when not wearing a helmet pulls his long hair back and a small metal torque is twisted around his right bicep.

Personality: Avanir, known to friends A or Av has a dry humour that can sometimes be misplaced in situations. Over the years he has managed to control his temper problems with various techniques, so now he takes a while to anger but if you do anger him even dragon fire will seem cold compared to his rage. Often he is extremely quiet, sometimes not even talking and requiring paper to write and communicate. He hasn’t told anyone but his dragon why he remains silent. He walks around with a glazed look in his eyes, like he is seeing ghosts everywhere. The only time he is seen with a real smile is when he is fighting. Its just who he is. A warmonger. To get his respect one only needs to prove themselves a good fighter and a true warrior by his standards.

History

Avanir is of noble blood but you would never guess by his mannerism. Born to house Wornicker who were a prominent house in the land of Ambrosis. His father was away when he was born. He was away for his first birthday. He was away for his fourth and his sixth and his eighth. Overall his father wasn’t around much of his life so he grew up in a household run by his uncle. His father was a advisor and general to the king and was forever away fighting.

His uncle jealous of the power was like a storm and forever thundered and raged at the servants. Avanir’s uncle, the day after Avanir turned 15, tried to seize power of the keep and fighting erupted. Avanir left his room with his small dagger to help defend his fathers seat. Entering through the side door he had seen hisuncle, seated in his fathers seat. Enraged he had stabbed his uncle multiple times then and there, killing him from the numerous wounds.

His father upon return held court and had no choice to banish Avanir from the lands of Wornicker. As it was closer to go to Solis rather than deeper into Ambrosis Avanir slipped into the neighboring country.

There he managed to join the White Doves, first as a servant boy but later on as a recruit. His natural skills with weaponary was honed under the battle master until he became a full member of the Guild 3 years later. On his 5th mission he flew into an ambush with 3 dragons. His dragon had been killed and himself severely injured, but not before the bodies of three female dragons lay at his feet.

He was picked up by another rider and returned to the guild. He was healed, given a new dragon (Kahgon), new weapons. After his healing he didn’t want to return to patrolling and instead help teach recruits the art of weapons. When the previous Battle master died, only a few moths later in a training mission, he was promoted to Battle master and officially charged with training recruits. He only flew now to train warriors or to go on training, hunting or missions were the best warriors are required. This expedition is the first mission he has taken on in a year. With the amount of practice he and Kahgon put in, sometimes they don't even need to communicate to create and execute plans. He respects Kahgon and has never used the whip on him for the one reason Kahgon could probably kill him.

Mount: Kahgon of the tribe Al-Soor (tatszico)

Other:
Theme songs:
-This is War!
-We Ride for Freedom!
-The Storm is Coming!
-Training Music
-Relaxing Music
Motto:"Till the Last!"-Battle Cry
Speeches to motivate people:

Get up

Get up...
Fight...
Get up...
Fight...
Get up...
Fight...
Who said you could stop
Who said you could rest
Get up....
And fight
Your were made for this
Your worthless without it
Don't stop...
Get up...
Fight...
Get up....
Or die...

Who are the Myths!?

Men that take action become heroes.
Heroes that die become legends.
Legends that die become myths.
Myths cause men to take action.
The only question now, who will be the first to take action?

-Loves to draw, carve, whittle. Anything artistic he loves.
-Wakes up screaming due to some of the things he has seen and done. His memories haunt him.