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I'm interested in making a dragon character, and I just had some question I wanted to clarify about them:
1. How does the family structure of dragons work? If they are newborns when they regenerate, who take care of the newly regenerated dragons, since their parents are likely dead since they can only reproduce in their 10th life.
2. Since the dragons are immune to poison, how are they affected by drug use i.e., alcohol, cigarettes, Fairy Blood?
3. In dragon form, can dragons breath only fire, or can they breath other things like poison gas or frost breath? And if they can, is it D&D style rules where certain scale colors mean certain breath types, such as red dragons breathing fire and white dragons breathing frost?
4. Can you explain the elasticity power with some more detail? It's confusing me a little.
1. How does the family structure of dragons work? If they are newborns when they regenerate, who take care of the newly regenerated dragons, since their parents are likely dead since they can only reproduce in their 10th life.
2. Since the dragons are immune to poison, how are they affected by drug use i.e., alcohol, cigarettes, Fairy Blood?
3. In dragon form, can dragons breath only fire, or can they breath other things like poison gas or frost breath? And if they can, is it D&D style rules where certain scale colors mean certain breath types, such as red dragons breathing fire and white dragons breathing frost?
4. Can you explain the elasticity power with some more detail? It's confusing me a little.
Hello there! Is there room for one more?
Finally was able to post. Just had possibly the busiest 2 weeks of my life.
Kala had been shuffling and reshuffling the cards since the poker game had ended. She was a bit suspicious of the winning streak of Galen, and was making sure the cards were plenty shuffled. She had shuffled the deck for the fifth time when the ships impact threw her to the floor, the cards exploding into the air. Looking back and forth, Kala saw some of the crew jumping out, some falling. This was a disaster. Not knowing what else to do, Kala got up and ran through the door, barely managing to not stumble as another projectile rocked the ship. Leaping out of the open door, the wind rushed pass her as she barreled down to a field of snowy white. Some 20 feet up, she activated her glide ability, slowing down until she was able to safely fall down to her feet. Her head whipped around, looking for any signs of enemy activity. There wasn't a soul around, neither foe nor ally. She was alone.
BEEP
A little noise filled her ears as her Ghost materialized in front of her. It was a distress signal from Andromedai, along with her location. Pulling out her SUROS Regime, Kala began to run towards the coordinates. She needed to reunite with her team soon. Constantly looking around, she saw no Fallen moving in on her during most of the trip there. After a while, she could see there was a smoke cloud billowing upwards. That had to be the crash site. Quickening her pace, Kala is stopped by another message from her Ghost
"Guardian down!" it screamed, alerting her of the nearby ally in trouble. Checking the location with her Ghost, she seemed to be the closest to the downed teammate. Running to the location, she was about 50 meters off when she saw the Ghost of Aiden-12, frantically trying to help him. That would take too long. Taking a cautious path, she yet again found no enemies. It was like they were being attacked by a phantom. Lowering her weapon, Kala sprinted over to the lifeless body, Velox materialized above the body a began working on bringing Aiden back to life. With two Ghosts working together, the job was finished in no time. As Aiden-12's head came back into existence, Kala grabbed him by the hand, ready to help him up.
"You okay? We have to hurry up, If we want to get back to everyone else. Plus, looking at that smoke pillar, they're gonna need our help, and they're gonna need it soon."
BEEP
A little noise filled her ears as her Ghost materialized in front of her. It was a distress signal from Andromedai, along with her location. Pulling out her SUROS Regime, Kala began to run towards the coordinates. She needed to reunite with her team soon. Constantly looking around, she saw no Fallen moving in on her during most of the trip there. After a while, she could see there was a smoke cloud billowing upwards. That had to be the crash site. Quickening her pace, Kala is stopped by another message from her Ghost
"Guardian down!" it screamed, alerting her of the nearby ally in trouble. Checking the location with her Ghost, she seemed to be the closest to the downed teammate. Running to the location, she was about 50 meters off when she saw the Ghost of Aiden-12, frantically trying to help him. That would take too long. Taking a cautious path, she yet again found no enemies. It was like they were being attacked by a phantom. Lowering her weapon, Kala sprinted over to the lifeless body, Velox materialized above the body a began working on bringing Aiden back to life. With two Ghosts working together, the job was finished in no time. As Aiden-12's head came back into existence, Kala grabbed him by the hand, ready to help him up.
"You okay? We have to hurry up, If we want to get back to everyone else. Plus, looking at that smoke pillar, they're gonna need our help, and they're gonna need it soon."
Sorry for taking so long to reply, I've been extremely busy lately.
As Light speaks, every word that comes out of her mouth is like a chisel against my temple. Usually, I liked Light, but she was too damn loud sometimes. Her arms thrown around me are uncomfortably close, and her playful punch makes my shoulder sore. She never was good at controlling herself, was she. As she mentions Death and the dreams that she and Darkness had, I chime in.
"While I'm not in full grasp of my memories of it, I believe Death contacted me as well. That makes at least three he's contacted, which means he's probably just contacted us all. And to be honest, I doubt it would be Water. She's far too shy for dealings with Death." I say. I realize at the same time that I wouldn't be too shy to make a deal. I had to find some way to remember the dream.
"Well, it sounds like I will need to come with you. Saying that, I'll have to inform my High Priests of my leave, so that they can make the necessary arrangements." I head into one of the 17 spires, leaving Light behind. After a few flights of stairs, I enter into a room at the top, filled with wisps of smoke emanating from a fire in the of the room. Across from the door, a man is studying something at a desk.
"Agostino?" I say, my voice filling up the relative silence of the chamber. "I shall have to take my leave for a few days, possibly longer. Inform the other High Priests of my absence."
"Yes, master." The figure responds, barely changing his position. Unquestioning obedience. That was the way liked it.
"I'm ready to go, Light." I say, about ten minutes later. Besides, informing the High Priests, I had to gather some things, as well as give me some time to recover. The headache was mainly gone, and my body had been cleaned of the dirt accumulated from the night before. was ready for whatever was awaiting us in Paris.
"While I'm not in full grasp of my memories of it, I believe Death contacted me as well. That makes at least three he's contacted, which means he's probably just contacted us all. And to be honest, I doubt it would be Water. She's far too shy for dealings with Death." I say. I realize at the same time that I wouldn't be too shy to make a deal. I had to find some way to remember the dream.
"Well, it sounds like I will need to come with you. Saying that, I'll have to inform my High Priests of my leave, so that they can make the necessary arrangements." I head into one of the 17 spires, leaving Light behind. After a few flights of stairs, I enter into a room at the top, filled with wisps of smoke emanating from a fire in the of the room. Across from the door, a man is studying something at a desk.
"Agostino?" I say, my voice filling up the relative silence of the chamber. "I shall have to take my leave for a few days, possibly longer. Inform the other High Priests of my absence."
"Yes, master." The figure responds, barely changing his position. Unquestioning obedience. That was the way liked it.
"I'm ready to go, Light." I say, about ten minutes later. Besides, informing the High Priests, I had to gather some things, as well as give me some time to recover. The headache was mainly gone, and my body had been cleaned of the dirt accumulated from the night before. was ready for whatever was awaiting us in Paris.
My eyes open slowly, showing some resistance due to being crusted shut. Looking around, I appear to be in some alleyway, sprawled out on the brick road. My body is sore all over, and my mouth is filled with the familiar taste of fermentation. Not to mention the pounding headache. Unfortunately, to keep my secret of being a lesser god secret, my body had to simulate all the problems affecting mortals. And hangovers were one of them. Feeling around my pockets, I've clearly been robbed, as my wallet is nowhere to be found. Propping myself up, I try to remember what happened. I was up to my usual night in Naples, going around bars and drinking until they stopped serving. Was a prostitute involved? Probably. I must have passed out here and gotten robbed. There was something else though. I could almost remember... a dream? I didn't usually have dreams. They were rarely used as a communication channel between us gods, but other then that, it usually didn't happen.
My eyes burst open from there tired lull as the memories come flooding back. Death. Some sort of deal. Ultimate power. And...
I couldn't remember pass that. How had I answered Death? Yes? No? I rub my eyes, grumbling as I try to remember. I guess only time would tell. If this was one of my plays, the crowds would probably love the dramatic irony this situation was created. Me, not so much. Whatever the case, I had to get back to the temple. Looking around to make sure I was alone, my body burned up until I was naught but fire, which then flew across the sky towards the volatile Mount Vesuvius.
Materializing in my temple's large central chamber, I'm right behind a women with radiant golden hair. Light.
"What do you want, Light? Here for a glass of wine?" I ask, disgruntled. The headache was still pounding inside my skull light a battering ram.
My eyes burst open from there tired lull as the memories come flooding back. Death. Some sort of deal. Ultimate power. And...
I couldn't remember pass that. How had I answered Death? Yes? No? I rub my eyes, grumbling as I try to remember. I guess only time would tell. If this was one of my plays, the crowds would probably love the dramatic irony this situation was created. Me, not so much. Whatever the case, I had to get back to the temple. Looking around to make sure I was alone, my body burned up until I was naught but fire, which then flew across the sky towards the volatile Mount Vesuvius.
Materializing in my temple's large central chamber, I'm right behind a women with radiant golden hair. Light.
"What do you want, Light? Here for a glass of wine?" I ask, disgruntled. The headache was still pounding inside my skull light a battering ram.
Name: Giuliano da Capri
Appearance: Giuliano is a short, portly man appearing to be around forty. His hair is a deep black with an increasingly receding hairline. His face is round and plump, the only angle in it being a pointed goatee adorning his equally pointy chin. His forehead appears to be in a state of constant wrinkle, underlined by bushy eyebrows. His legs are short, one of them missing and replaced with a prosthetic made from iron, resembling a soldier's boot. His regular outfit consists of loose, red, silken shirt covered with an light orange vest.
Personality: Giuliano is a man who prefers the dramatic things in life. Flamboyant, outgoing, and incredibly in your face, Giuliano looks for the most in life, spending his time partying, smoking, and drinking. His mind is brilliant, swirling with ideas ready to be pulled out of a moments notice. Not all are good ideas, granted, but they are ideas nonetheless. Considering the other elements, he is pretty friendly with his fellow lesser gods, though he doesn't really like them.
Powers:
Dragon's Breath: A fast-moving jet of flame emitted from the user's mouth. Usable by humans.
Ignition: Allows the combustion of any fuel source. Usable by humans
Flaming Javelin: A fast-moving fire projectile of similar size and shape to a javelin and thrown like one as well. Usable by
humans.
Combustive Charm: Infuses an item, such as a weapon, with potential energy. When the item impacts another object, the
energy is released in a burst of flame. Usable by humans.
Burning Lashes: Creates a pair of bullwhips made entirely of fire. They last for an hour, or until the user chooses to get
rid of them. Usable by only the most advanced humans.
Boiling Agony: The air itself becomes inhospitable, except for the user. The air heats up to temperatures reaching boiling
point, and the ground burns up, releasing showers of embers to make it even more painful for whoever's stuck inside.
Phoenix Finale: Releases dozens of waves of intense flame from the user's body over the course of a few seconds, each hotter
than the last. The hottest temperatures reached are comparable to that of the Earth's core, turning all nearby into gas. Not
yet used, the energy required makes the move suicidal, and thusly must only be used in the most dire of situations.
Human Persona bio: Giuliano's appearance to the masses is that of none but a playwright. All of his plays written were dreadful romantic comedies that, if you asked any critic, were mediocre at best, but appealed to the public in just the right way to make him piles of money. He lives the high life while writing another mediocre play every couple of years to keep the money flowing.
Equipment: Without much need for combat gear, Giuliano rarely carries a weapon. What he does carry with him often are some sheets of paper, a quill and inkwell, and a bottle of wine.
Temple Description: Giuliano's temple is located near Mount Vesuvius. The temple is located near the foot of the volcano. The temple itself is raised up in a way that any lava flows will go around it, and the temple itself has special "eruption rooms" in the basement where his worshipers can go in times of emergency. The temple itself is one of Gothic design. The temple has 17 small spires encircling a larger one, where all the important ceremonies take place. The spires are made up of a darkly colored igneous rock, mined on site. Upon each small spire is a small statue of a dragon, facing inwards with it's wings spread. Each small spire is inhabited by a High Priest and his personal acolytes. These followers not only guard the temple, but also perform sacrifices to Giuliuano, generally involving the burning of some offering. Acolytes must prove that Giuliano believes them to be worthy by diving into a vat of boiling oil. If Giuliano finds them worthy, he will protect from the heat, and they will come out without so much as a blister. If they are not worthy, they boil alive. High Priests can be recognized by the symbol on their forehead. The symbol is that of a large square, surrounded by 17 uniformly sized arrows pointing outwards. This symbol is branded on to them in the Ascension ritual when they become High Priests.
Local tech: The local tech is that of the Italian Renaissance.
Appearance: Giuliano is a short, portly man appearing to be around forty. His hair is a deep black with an increasingly receding hairline. His face is round and plump, the only angle in it being a pointed goatee adorning his equally pointy chin. His forehead appears to be in a state of constant wrinkle, underlined by bushy eyebrows. His legs are short, one of them missing and replaced with a prosthetic made from iron, resembling a soldier's boot. His regular outfit consists of loose, red, silken shirt covered with an light orange vest.
Personality: Giuliano is a man who prefers the dramatic things in life. Flamboyant, outgoing, and incredibly in your face, Giuliano looks for the most in life, spending his time partying, smoking, and drinking. His mind is brilliant, swirling with ideas ready to be pulled out of a moments notice. Not all are good ideas, granted, but they are ideas nonetheless. Considering the other elements, he is pretty friendly with his fellow lesser gods, though he doesn't really like them.
Powers:
Dragon's Breath: A fast-moving jet of flame emitted from the user's mouth. Usable by humans.
Ignition: Allows the combustion of any fuel source. Usable by humans
Flaming Javelin: A fast-moving fire projectile of similar size and shape to a javelin and thrown like one as well. Usable by
humans.
Combustive Charm: Infuses an item, such as a weapon, with potential energy. When the item impacts another object, the
energy is released in a burst of flame. Usable by humans.
Burning Lashes: Creates a pair of bullwhips made entirely of fire. They last for an hour, or until the user chooses to get
rid of them. Usable by only the most advanced humans.
Boiling Agony: The air itself becomes inhospitable, except for the user. The air heats up to temperatures reaching boiling
point, and the ground burns up, releasing showers of embers to make it even more painful for whoever's stuck inside.
Phoenix Finale: Releases dozens of waves of intense flame from the user's body over the course of a few seconds, each hotter
than the last. The hottest temperatures reached are comparable to that of the Earth's core, turning all nearby into gas. Not
yet used, the energy required makes the move suicidal, and thusly must only be used in the most dire of situations.
Human Persona bio: Giuliano's appearance to the masses is that of none but a playwright. All of his plays written were dreadful romantic comedies that, if you asked any critic, were mediocre at best, but appealed to the public in just the right way to make him piles of money. He lives the high life while writing another mediocre play every couple of years to keep the money flowing.
Equipment: Without much need for combat gear, Giuliano rarely carries a weapon. What he does carry with him often are some sheets of paper, a quill and inkwell, and a bottle of wine.
Temple Description: Giuliano's temple is located near Mount Vesuvius. The temple is located near the foot of the volcano. The temple itself is raised up in a way that any lava flows will go around it, and the temple itself has special "eruption rooms" in the basement where his worshipers can go in times of emergency. The temple itself is one of Gothic design. The temple has 17 small spires encircling a larger one, where all the important ceremonies take place. The spires are made up of a darkly colored igneous rock, mined on site. Upon each small spire is a small statue of a dragon, facing inwards with it's wings spread. Each small spire is inhabited by a High Priest and his personal acolytes. These followers not only guard the temple, but also perform sacrifices to Giuliuano, generally involving the burning of some offering. Acolytes must prove that Giuliano believes them to be worthy by diving into a vat of boiling oil. If Giuliano finds them worthy, he will protect from the heat, and they will come out without so much as a blister. If they are not worthy, they boil alive. High Priests can be recognized by the symbol on their forehead. The symbol is that of a large square, surrounded by 17 uniformly sized arrows pointing outwards. This symbol is branded on to them in the Ascension ritual when they become High Priests.
Local tech: The local tech is that of the Italian Renaissance.
Finished!
Name: Giuliano da Capri
Appearance: Giuliano is a short, portly man appearing to be around forty. His hair is a deep black with an increasingly receding hairline. His face is round and plump, the only angle in it being a pointed goatee adorning his equally pointy chin. His forehead appears to be in a state of constant wrinkle, underlined by bushy eyebrows. His legs are short, one of them missing and replaced with a prosthetic made from iron, resembling a soldier's boot. His regular outfit consists of loose, red, silken shirt covered with an light orange vest.
Personality: Giuliano is a man who prefers the dramatic things in life. Flamboyant, outgoing, and incredibly in your face, Giuliano looks for the most in life, spending his time partying, smoking, and drinking. His mind is brilliant, swirling with ideas ready to be pulled out of a moments notice. Not all are good ideas, granted, but they are ideas nonetheless. Considering the other elements, he is pretty friendly with his fellow lesser gods, though he doesn't really like them.
Powers:
Dragon's Breath: A fast-moving jet of flame emitted from the user's mouth. Usable by humans.
Ignition: Allows the combustion of any fuel source. Usable by humans
Flaming Javelin: A fast-moving fire projectile of similar size and shape to a javelin and thrown like one as well. Usable by
humans.
Combustive Charm: Infuses an item, such as a weapon, with potential energy. When the item impacts another object, the
energy is released in a burst of flame. Usable by humans.
Burning Lashes: Creates a pair of bullwhips made entirely of fire. They last for an hour, or until the user chooses to get
rid of them. Usable by only the most advanced humans.
Boiling Agony: The air itself becomes inhospitable, except for the user. The air heats up to temperatures reaching boiling
point, and the ground burns up, releasing showers of embers to make it even more painful for whoever's stuck inside.
Phoenix Finale: Releases dozens of waves of intense flame from the user's body over the course of a few seconds, each hotter
than the last. The hottest temperatures reached are comparable to that of the Earth's core, turning all nearby into gas. Not
yet used, the energy required makes the move suicidal, and thusly must only be used in the most dire of situations.
Human Persona bio: Giuliano's appearance to the masses is that of none but a playwright. All of his plays written were dreadful romantic comedies that, if you asked any critic, were mediocre at best, but appealed to the public in just the right way to make him piles of money. He lives the high life while writing another mediocre play every couple of years to keep the money flowing.
Equipment: Without much need for combat gear, Giuliano rarely carries a weapon. What he does carry with him often are some sheets of paper, a quill and inkwell, and a bottle of wine.
Temple Description: Giuliano's temple is located near Mount Vesuvius. The temple is located near the foot of the volcano. The temple itself is raised up in a way that any lava flows will go around it, and the temple itself has special "eruption rooms" in the basement where his worshipers can go in times of emergency. The temple itself is one of Gothic design. The temple has 17 small spires encircling a larger one, where all the important ceremonies take place. The spires are made up of a darkly colored igneous rock, mined on site. Upon each small spire is a small statue of a dragon, facing inwards with it's wings spread. Each small spire is inhabited by a High Priest and his personal acolytes. These followers not only guard the temple, but also perform sacrifices to Giuliuano, generally involving the burning of some offering. Acolytes must prove that Giuliano believes them to be worthy by diving into a vat of boiling oil. If Giuliano finds them worthy, he will protect from the heat, and they will come out without so much as a blister. If they are not worthy, they boil alive. High Priests can be recognized by the symbol on their forehead. The symbol is that of a large square, surrounded by 17 uniformly sized arrows pointing outwards. This symbol is branded on to them in the Ascension ritual when they become High Priests.
Local tech: The local tech is that of the Italian Renaissance.
Name: Giuliano da Capri
Appearance: Giuliano is a short, portly man appearing to be around forty. His hair is a deep black with an increasingly receding hairline. His face is round and plump, the only angle in it being a pointed goatee adorning his equally pointy chin. His forehead appears to be in a state of constant wrinkle, underlined by bushy eyebrows. His legs are short, one of them missing and replaced with a prosthetic made from iron, resembling a soldier's boot. His regular outfit consists of loose, red, silken shirt covered with an light orange vest.
Personality: Giuliano is a man who prefers the dramatic things in life. Flamboyant, outgoing, and incredibly in your face, Giuliano looks for the most in life, spending his time partying, smoking, and drinking. His mind is brilliant, swirling with ideas ready to be pulled out of a moments notice. Not all are good ideas, granted, but they are ideas nonetheless. Considering the other elements, he is pretty friendly with his fellow lesser gods, though he doesn't really like them.
Powers:
Dragon's Breath: A fast-moving jet of flame emitted from the user's mouth. Usable by humans.
Ignition: Allows the combustion of any fuel source. Usable by humans
Flaming Javelin: A fast-moving fire projectile of similar size and shape to a javelin and thrown like one as well. Usable by
humans.
Combustive Charm: Infuses an item, such as a weapon, with potential energy. When the item impacts another object, the
energy is released in a burst of flame. Usable by humans.
Burning Lashes: Creates a pair of bullwhips made entirely of fire. They last for an hour, or until the user chooses to get
rid of them. Usable by only the most advanced humans.
Boiling Agony: The air itself becomes inhospitable, except for the user. The air heats up to temperatures reaching boiling
point, and the ground burns up, releasing showers of embers to make it even more painful for whoever's stuck inside.
Phoenix Finale: Releases dozens of waves of intense flame from the user's body over the course of a few seconds, each hotter
than the last. The hottest temperatures reached are comparable to that of the Earth's core, turning all nearby into gas. Not
yet used, the energy required makes the move suicidal, and thusly must only be used in the most dire of situations.
Human Persona bio: Giuliano's appearance to the masses is that of none but a playwright. All of his plays written were dreadful romantic comedies that, if you asked any critic, were mediocre at best, but appealed to the public in just the right way to make him piles of money. He lives the high life while writing another mediocre play every couple of years to keep the money flowing.
Equipment: Without much need for combat gear, Giuliano rarely carries a weapon. What he does carry with him often are some sheets of paper, a quill and inkwell, and a bottle of wine.
Temple Description: Giuliano's temple is located near Mount Vesuvius. The temple is located near the foot of the volcano. The temple itself is raised up in a way that any lava flows will go around it, and the temple itself has special "eruption rooms" in the basement where his worshipers can go in times of emergency. The temple itself is one of Gothic design. The temple has 17 small spires encircling a larger one, where all the important ceremonies take place. The spires are made up of a darkly colored igneous rock, mined on site. Upon each small spire is a small statue of a dragon, facing inwards with it's wings spread. Each small spire is inhabited by a High Priest and his personal acolytes. These followers not only guard the temple, but also perform sacrifices to Giuliuano, generally involving the burning of some offering. Acolytes must prove that Giuliano believes them to be worthy by diving into a vat of boiling oil. If Giuliano finds them worthy, he will protect from the heat, and they will come out without so much as a blister. If they are not worthy, they boil alive. High Priests can be recognized by the symbol on their forehead. The symbol is that of a large square, surrounded by 17 uniformly sized arrows pointing outwards. This symbol is branded on to them in the Ascension ritual when they become High Priests.
Local tech: The local tech is that of the Italian Renaissance.
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