“You murdered our father because you only care about yourself. You think becoming powerful makes you worthy enough to be the clan leader, just so you can destroy everything our father did for us!” Kara shouted in anger, her dark purple eyes beginning to turn bright red.
“If father knew what true power was, he would still be alive. I merely put his power to the test, and he failed. I wasn't the only one who saw how weak he truly was.” Njal replied in a calm manner.
She could already feel the other half of her wanting to force her into a transformation, being fueled by her anger, frustration and hatred she felt towards her brother. It was becoming increasingly difficult to resist as her hands clenched tightly into fists, feeling her claws piercing into her paw pads. Her muscles began to move and shift under her fur as she could feel her body on the verge of transforming, fighting to keep it back as long as she could. Glaring at Njal, Kara could see a cruel and sadistic grin forming on his face, making her think this had been his plan the entire time. Kara suddenly fell to the ground on her knees, unable to hold the transformation back any longer as she gave into the monster that had become a part of her. Letting out a deep roar that emanated around them, her body underwent its transformation as rough black scales replaced fur, horns and spikes growing out from her head and along her back while two large wings sprouted from her shoulder blades. Black smoke escaped from her open maw as it became that of a dragon, growing and elongating while fire began to erupt from deep within her throat.
As her transformation continued, Njal crossed his arms and watched with a wicked smile, finding his sister’s pain amusing. The transformation itself made Njal fascinated and jealous at the same time, feeling mostly jealous that Kara stole from him the only chance he had to become immortal in his own quest to rule over the world they lived in. He enjoyed his sister’s suffering and relished every second of it until the transformation was complete, gazing in wonder at the now large dragon that his sister had become. “You stole my chance to become ruler over our entire world. I will not rest until I find a way to take what should be my right to become a god!” Njal exclaimed, allowing his jealousy to get the best of him before he regained a calm composure, shifting his gaze over to Mark who kept his distance as he had silently watched in surprise and fear. “You might want to run and hide, human. She will have no control while in this form and will not hesitate to kill you.”
With that said, Njal vanished into thin air, just as a stream of fire hit the spot he had been standing in. Mark was unsure of what to do next as he began to back away, not wanting to be Kara’s next target should she decide to take all of her pent up frustration and anger out on him. He managed to turn around and further distance himself from Kara, walking as quick as he could while trying to stay quiet while he did so, however, Kara had heard the shuffling of movement and turned her head to look behind her, catching sight of Mark as he was getting away, only to break into a full on sprint when she let out a roar. Mark had managed to make it nearly halfway across the long stretch of field until Kara suddenly landed several feet in front of him, causing Mark to skid to a halt in which he stumbled and fell face first into the ground. He ignored the pain as he swiftly got back to his feet and ran in another direction opposite from Kara, only to be blocked by her again. He stared in horror at her ferocious gaping jaws that were fully lined with wicked sharp teeth, watching thick smoke and flickering flames escape from her open jaws. He had nowhere to run or hide, much less have a chance to outrun a dragon as he backed away from her, having no idea of how he would save himself from being burned alive or ripped to shreds.
“Kara, it’s me, Mark. I’m your friend, remember?” He said, desperately trying to get her to remember who he was. Kara merely growled in response and took a step towards him. “Please don’t kill me. I don’t want to die…please…”
Feeling the tears well up and slide down his face, the only thing Mark could do at this point was hope that his death would be quick and painless as he shut his eyes and awaited for the inevitable.
FULL NAME: Jord Helvig NICKNAME(S)/ALIASES: Kara DATE OF BIRTH: December 12th AGE: 27 GENDER: Female SEXUALITY: Straight RACE/SPECIES: Anthropomorphic Smilodon/Cave lion hybrid ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral HEIGHT: 6’2” LIKES: Fighting against strong foes, wood carving, traveling and collecting gems. DISLIKES: Betrayal, humans, werewolves, vampires, orcs, her brother, lying and laziness.
PERSONALITY
She only becomes frustrated whenever she is belittled, talked back to or seen as nothing more than an animal. She dislikes being around others for too long, preferring a bit of solitude at times and absolutely hates when she is proven wrong. If she is lied to or betrayed, she will become furious and overtaken by rage while taking revenge against the one who is the cause of it. The one thing she fears the most is being forced to live forever with no way of receiving her eternal rest. Jord can be very cynic and bitter towards others, especially humans since she sees them as nothing more than unintelligent creatures. She is not afraid to be blunt with the truth or to give her own opinion, no matter how it affects others. She can be friendly towards others if she is around them long enough to know more about them.
APPEARANCE
Her fur is black in color with hints of darker spots on her face and body; dark stripes adorn her arms and legs. Her eyes are a dark purple color, sometimes changing to red when she becomes angered, frustrated or when transforming. Her left hand remains as a dragon hand, even when she transforms into her feral form; her feral form remains the same as she does, only lacking her armor. In her dragon form, she is 20 feet long with a 23 foot wingspan, standing at 15’7”. When she uses her wings out of her dragon form, they are merely 10 feet long. Her scales are charcoal black and rough to the touch, with thick sturdy horns and deadly sharp spikes decorating her head, legs, back and tail. A sharp and thick blade forms in the shape of a diamond spade at the end of her tail, made entirely of rough scales and bone.
SKILLS/ABILITIES
She was born with the power of pyrokinesis and object animation. She can shapeshift into a feral form of herself and can transform into a dragon. She was also given the power of regenerative healing and self-resurrection once the soul of the dragon god merged with her soul. She is very knowledgeable and capable in the art of swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat, as well as having heightened senses to aid her in and out of fights. Jord is also remarkably skilled in hunting, treating severe injuries, wild swimming and craftsmanship. She only knows how to fight with a sword, being unable to use any other weapons properly during combat. Her heightened senses can become overwhelmed by strong and unbearable foul odors, dulling her senses to leave her vulnerable for a surprise attack. Water and extreme cold temperatures nullifies her pyrokinesis power. She is sometimes afraid to use her pyrokinesis, fearful that one day her power will be out of control to the point of engulfing her body and slowly burning her alive. She can only animate two objects at a time, having to wait until the current animated objects are destroyed to use her animation power again. If she is suddenly rendered unconscious, then the animated objects return to their lifeless state. If her sword is not in her possession when she is injured, her injuries will take longer to heal. She can be killed in any way possible, in which it takes her from a day to a week or more for her body to be resurrected depending on how she died, leaving her soul with nothing to do but wait in the astral plane until her body is fully formed and/or healed.
INVENTORY/ITEMS, EQUIPMENT & POSSESSIONS
She always wears armor instead of usual clothing, consisting of a black leather cuirass, leather bracers, a leather armor belt and leather greaves. Her armor has a layer of blue-gray dragon scales of a lightning dragon as added protection. She has a dark brown leather foraging pouch to hold dry foods, edible plants, roots, berries and herbs. She also has a black belt pouch and a leather brown coin belt pouch to carry coins, trinkets and gems if she happens to find any. She carries a large drinking horn as well, the horn itself having come from a water dragon. The sword that imprisoned the dragon god entity now belongs to her, remaining forever sharp, unbreakable and resistant to rust so long as she wields it in her hands. If anyone other than Jord tries to wield the sword by stealing it, thick sharp spikes erupt from the handle to impale the hands of the thief while the handle slowly becomes burning hot to the point of melting flesh and bone.
BACKSTORY
Jord was born in the DeathSabre Clan and raised in the life of a viking, along with her older brother Njal, being taught to fight with a sword when she was only five years of age. From then on, she was encouraged to love the thrill of taking part in battles and defeating her enemies to feel the taste of being victorious along with triumphing over her enemies. As she grew older, Jord slowly came to a realization that she disliked her brother, due to how conniving and manipulative he was with others, getting to the point where he could blame others for his misdeeds and get away with it. She eventually became more skilled in the art of battle, using a sword as her main weapon of choice in every battle she was in, only using her pyrokinesis and object animation as a last resort. Her mother had perished from a mysterious deadly illness, leaving her in the care of her father and her brother around the time they were at war with another clan. When it was time for war, the DeathSabre clan had fought against the OxenHorn clan for almost three days, nearly losing the war until the leader of the ox clan was finally killed by the sword of Jord’s father. However, before their victory of war could be celebrated, Jord was horrified to witness her brother murder their father in cold blood; Njal then attempted to kill Jord to keep her from exposing what he’d done to the clan. As they fought, a few clan members had stumbled upon the fight between Jord and Ulrik, giving Ulrik the chance to make up a lie that Jord had killed their father and was trying to kill him to hide her secret. The clan members believed him before Jord had any time to tell her side of the story, trying to help Ulrik kill her in the end before she made a choice to run from the fight, knowing she would only end up dead if she had continued to fight. Jord had considered herself exiled from the clan, but vowed to avenge her father’s death by killing her brother. For several years she lived alone with nowhere to call home as she traveled across the land, hunting for her food while using caves as a makeshift shelter for several days. It wasn’t long before she began to hear rumors of the new DeathSabre leader making a journey to find a sacred sword that was said to bestow the power of a god unto whoever wielded it. She knew it was her brother and felt this was her chance to kill him as she began to travel to different towns, finding whatever information she could on her brother and where to find him. Within two weeks, Jord finally had the information she needed for her brother’s whereabouts, wasting no time as she stowed away on a ship that was to give him supplies for a voyage he was making, having found the location of the sword. Upon their arrival at the sword’s location, Jord made sure to stay out of sight until she had the opportunity to kill Njal, all the while avoiding traps, monstrous creatures and draugr on the path to the sword. In the end, Njal had finally reached the sword while most of the clan that had journeyed with him were dead, giving Jord the opportunity she needed before coming out from hiding and fighting with Njal. Unfortunately, Jord was losing the fight against her brother before he made an attempt to grab the sacred sword and use it to kill her. Not wanting to allow her brother to obtain that kind of power without paying for his crime, Jord had managed to injure Ulrik by throwing her sword at him, giving her enough time to run past him and grab the sword. Even though she had stopped her brother from obtaining the sword, it only became worse from there as she was then instantaneously teleported to a completely different world located in an entirely different universe. Having no way of returning home or even knowing how to return home, Jord had tried to end her life, only to discover that she could not die. Due to having touched the sword, the so-called power that was held within it was nothing more than the soul of a malevolent dragon god that had been trapped in the sword, transferring itself to whoever laid a hand on the sword itself to release it from its prison.
CURRENT LIFE
Born in the universe of Archaia, Jord’s universe consists of anthropomorphic animals that thrive on seven planets, revolving around six suns and five moons. These animals live like humans and have technology that is much more advanced than humans, however, they live differently on each planet. The planet Jord was born on, known as Zovelar, was in a viking era, having no technology of any kind other than using the basic tools and weapons of that era. Humans also dwell on these planets, but are nothing more than wild and feral creatures with animalistic behavior that hunt in packs for survival. Out of the seven planets, four of the planet’s habitants have managed to domesticate the feral humans to the point where they are kept as pets. Jord currently wanders from world to world, being teleported to random places she’s never seen in her life at random times, all the while trying to find a way to rid herself of the curse that now resides inside her.
OTHER INFO
She can fluently speak in her language and knows how to speak English, unless it’s a word she doesn’t know how to pronounce. Despite being the vessel of a dragon god, she has refused the offer of using its full powers, therefore is only capable of using almost one third of the god’s true power only when she is in need of it. The only way to rid herself of the dragon god is to willingly transfer its soul to someone who is willing to become its new vessel, in which she will die as her body becomes nothing but ash, allowing her soul to ascend to the heavens above for her eternal rest.
Njal had paused in eating for just a moment when he heard the captain mention his name, briefly staring at Evren before shifting his gaze to Karma, not even realizing how much he was bending the utensil in his paw. This would end up being a huge problem for him to resolve. He had to sell that panel as soon as possible before Karma discovered it missing, that way if Evren were to have the crew search the Dauntless for it, the panel would no longer be in his room for the others to find and ultimately avoid being caught in the long run. Simple and easy, that's all it was. Bending his utensil back the way it was, Njal continued to eat the food remaining on his plate, forming a plan on what he would need to do once he was finished eating, hoping to execute his plan smoothly without any problems along the way. Although, with how shy and timid Karma already was, he could always intimidate her into keeping her mouth shut, a thought that he would keep on the back burner if it ever came to that.
Hell, if it did ever come to that, threatening to make her disappear might keep her quiet for months.
Back in his room, the Krite had finally succeeded in transporting every pill bottle to its cage, in which the creature was also in its cage to rest despite the little bit of space it had. The Krite would wait until Njal returned to the room, sleeping until then as it felt it deserved to get some rest for its hard work, staying rolled up in a ball as it slept.
As much as he had hoped that there would have been more crates than what he saw, Njal was more than happy when finding the diagnostic panel, feeling as though he had struck gold as he removed the panel from the crate. "This should fetch a pretty coin." He muttered, setting it up against the wooden container for a moment before placing just enough material from the other crates where the panel had been.
It would be as though there never was a diagnostic panel in the first place while he made sure to reseal the crates before grabbing the panel, leaving the cargo deck as casually as he had entered, wondering how successful his pet was in stealing whatever pill bottles it could find. He wouldn't have time to check as he walked back to his room, finding a good enough spot to store the panel until the ship reached the Kharak town spaceport, keeping it hidden from sight in case the crew were to discover it missing before reaching the spaceport. Once he felt it was well out of sight, Njal began to make his way back to the mess hall, not wanting the others to become suspicious of his long absence as he walked, hearing the faint sounds of the Krite rolling through the ventilation for a split second which caused him to grin. If his pet had been successful in finding any pill bottles worth a lot of coin, selling those along with the panel would land him with more than enough coin to spend on himself, along with more food for his pet and maybe a checkup on its microchip.
Pushing the thought away as Njal neared the mess hall, the grin on his face disappeared, being replaced by a stoic look just before he entered, putting on the usual facade he had grown to wear around others as he grabbed a plate. He remained silent while filling up his plate with a large pile of food, needing to eat quite a bit due to his overall size before sitting down at a table away from the others, mulling over his plan several times in his mind as he ate. Everything was going smoothly without a hitch so far, there was no way he would get caught! With his confidence being this high, Njal felt that nothing could possibly go wrong at this point and that it was smooth sailing from here on until reaching the spaceport. He occasionally stole a glance at the other crew members, listening as they talked, not caring what they were talking about unless it involved the diagnostic panel, in which he would try to listen in as much as he could.
Meanwhile...
The Krite was nearly finished with transporting every pill bottle that was in the crate, down to the last three bottles as it made it's way back to the room with a bottle securely placed in its teeth filled maw. With how much work it was doing, the Krite would be expecting to receive some kind of reward in the form of some edible meat, feeling this was the most work it ever had to do in its life as it rolled along through the ventilation, reaching the room and placing the bottle within it's cage. However, the Krite noticed how much space the pill bottles were taking up in it's cage, making it wonder if it will be able to fit in there once all the bottles were put in the cage. It was something its owner would have to figure out as the Krite rolled back into the open vent, making it's way back to Luck's room to retrieve the remaining bottles, moving fast through the vents with a strong determination to finish the job. Its owner always gave the Krite a good reward after every job it was given was carried out successfully, and that is what kept the Krite motivated to carry out its given task.
I was thinking of having the Krite transport the bottles one at a time by holding it in its mouth so long as it can fit the bottles in its mouth, so it'll have to take quite a few trips to get as many as it can which would leave it to possibly being seen in the act of stealing the pill bottles ^_^ As for the crate, it'll probably try to get into it by biting a large hole to fit in, depending on if the crate is wooden or not.
Just as Njal was about to release the Krite, the captain had entered the mess hall before asking him to return the furball to its cage to keep it from devouring whatever food they had, giving a nod of understanding. "Of course, captain."
Keeping a firm hold of the Krite as he left the mess hall, Njal waited until he was far away enough to release his pet as he tossed it onto the floor, watching it bounce a few times before rolling along the floor on its own. Even though he was heading back to his room, Njal began to have other ideas in mind, such as taking a quick walk to the cargo deck to see if there would be anything good enough to take and use it for haggling with any merchants who would be willing to make a bargain with him. The only problem was to avoid being caught by the crew or the captain. Upon reaching his room with his pet, Njal shut the door and listened for a moment to make sure no one else was close by or able to listen in on what would happen next, grinning when he only heard silence as he stared down at the Krite who stared back up at him with its bright red eyes.
"Alright, I need you," Njal said, using his paws to make gestures that he had used many times to train his pet to help understand him. "To go through the vents and search everyone's room for this." He explained as he lifted his bed mattress and pulled out an empty pill bottle that he had swiped from a trashcan in the medical bay. "Bring these here and keep them hidden in your cage."
So far, it seemed that the Krite understood him as it gave a nod, watching as Njal walked over to the corner of the room and move a table that was placed against the wall, revealing a vent that he had opened to allow his pet to explore through the vent system. It had taken the Krite a good while to navigate through the ventilation without any problem of remembering how to find its way back to the room, of which Njal had to sometimes sneak around if the Krite had forgotten to find its way back and retrieve it from the vents. He wasn't completely sure if anyone had noticed him removing the furball from previous ventilation exploring, but so far no one had said anything or even mentioned anything about it, so there was no need to worry. Without further hesitation, the Krite rolled into the open vent, allowing Njal to place the table back up against the wall to keep anyone from noticing that it was open in the first place.
Feeling satisfied, Njal then left his room and began to casually make his way to the cargo deck, checking all around him to make sure there was no one else around to spot him, in which he would just act like he was doing nothing and abort his plan altogether.
The loud message for a crew meeting made Njal give an audible groan when he closed the manual for his spacecraft, having spent hours reading over it to memorize everything he could from it. He had plenty of trouble flying the damn thing when he stole it, and having to read the manual while trying to pilot the spacecraft was easier said than done, but he would find another time to continue reading through the manual as he tossed it aside on the bed, getting up as he knelt down to the floor and opened a door to a medium sized cage, watching a black ball of fur roll out almost immediately when the door was fully open. It had been a while since he had let his pet out for a bit of enrichment, grinning as the creature quickly rolled out of the room once Njal opened the door to his living quarters while he casually exited the room and followed behind the rolling creature.
He had made his way to the bridge, taking a seat with the other crew members as he listened to the captain talk about finding another job for them, which involved a merchant by the name of Fat Pig in Kharak Town. It wasn't a name he was familiar with, although the Triads hadn't contacted him for a while with any new clients, so he didn't care too much about it. Once everyone had given their own input on the job, the meeting was finished and everyone went their separate ways, in which Njal decided to follow Luck to the mess hall to provide whatever help he could and to keep himself busy until they landed, ready to get off the ship and see if he could find some interesting trinkets, haggle with a few merchants or con some unsuspecting people. Of course, once he reached the mess hall, the familiar faint sounds of an animal attempting to gain access to the food storage could be heard, causing Njal to roll his eyes in annoyance. That damned Krite still had a large appetite even with the microchip that was implanted within it, although it was only supposed to lessen its appetite for meat, but despite that the animal still had quite an appetite; just not a lethal one.
Walking over to where the sounds were originating from, sure enough the furball was trying to chew through the metal where the food was being contained. Without hesitation, Njal grabbed the Krite in a firm grip and pulled it away, making sure to avoid the many sharp teeth that filled the Krite's mouth. "This food isn't yours, you little shit." He said, knowing he would have to buy the Krite it's own supply of food.
The frontier is a roleplay with anthropomorphic animal characters. The cool thing about that is that they are just as human as you and me. They all have fears, flaws, weaknesses and things they fundamentally struggle with. In short, characters need to be imperfect, make mistakes, mess up and eventually pull themselves back together again.
Character summary
Name: Njal Ulrik Aliases: Giant Age: 33 Birthday: November 12th Birth planet/birthplace: Planet Zovelar in the Noble region of the Arctic Province Species: Smilodon/Cave lion hybrid Gender: Male Role on the Dauntless: Other
Appearance
Height: 9'1" Weight: 267 lbs. Build: Muscular Eye color: Green Fur color: Grayish black Personal clothing style: He normally wears tan fitting cargo pants, along with a black tank top and black cargo boots with built in steel tips. He also wears a black belt pouch to carry old and rare coins and small gems to trade with.
Psychology
Sexual orientation: Straight Relationship status: N/A Personality: Njal is usually quiet and doesn't make much conversation with others, preferring to have moments of solitude to enjoy the peace and quiet when he chooses to, sometimes finding constant chattering voices annoying. He purposely makes himself act less intelligent to fool everyone into thinking he's not that smart, only hiding how manipulative and secretive he truly is. He will also lie and act friendly towards others if it benefits him in the long run, willing to pit friends or crew members against one another. Likes:
Fighting against strong enemies
Traveling through space
Making homemade bombs
Dislikes:
Canine and primate anthropomorphics
Being caught by the law
Clients who try to cheat him out of a deal
Flaws:
He is very overconfident in thinking no one will find out how manipulative he is
He will betray anyone for money
He refuses to use guns, preferring weapons that can crush an enemy
History
Background: Njal was born on the planet Zovelar, growing up in the Arctic province of the Noble region where it's cold all throughout the year. His father was a member of a large spacecraft carrier, dealing with some illegal cargo supplied by shady clientele in which he would be gone for nearly months at a time while his mother homeschooled him. Unfortunately, his father was soon laid off from his job when the Omni Core became involved with the shipping of illegal goods, forcing his family to leave Zovelar and search for a new place to call home. They moved to planet Terra, settling within Terra city, much to Njal's dislike, while his father desperately searched for a job that would pay enough to keep them afloat. During his time in Terra city, Njal had slowly learned how to con and haggle those that he knew were gullible and naive, making a small bit of money from them as he grew older, as well as making enemies and getting into frequent fights from those that despised his con artist nature. He broadened his horizons by stealing crates of drugs and small weapons from several stores and shops, selling them to whoever wanted to buy them for whatever price he could get them to pay, only to get caught many times from the law, being given multiple warnings since he was still considered a minor. Despite his father threatening to send him to Phobos and enlist him in the Omni Core Security Academy, Njal ignored the threats and continued in his drug and weapon money making from anyone he could, soon finding himself being introduced to an organization known as the Triads by a Triad member who had taken an interest in Njal's skills. Curious of the organization, Njal began to learn more and more about what the Triads were and what they did, becoming very interested in joining them to the point that he made up his mind to just do it, wanting to earn enough money to get away from his parents and Terra city for good, although he chose to wait until he was at least twenty to join the organization, performing the initiation rite on the night of his birthday, becoming a Triad member. From then on, he was able to find jobs as a cargo loader, due to his size and strength, with the help of the Triads to make sure certain cargo that contained very rare and lethal weapons, drugs, prostitute slaves and rare exotic animal species were delivered safely to whatever clients paid for them, along with making other clients disappear permanently if they caused trouble for him. On two occasions, he kept a large hammer from one client after killing him for trying to cheat him out of his payment, while receiving a dangerous creature known as a Krite in exchange for an extra crate of drugs. Unfortunately, he had been caught by Omni Core soldiers during one cargo run, finding out that it was an undercover operation to expose what he was doing and who he was working for. To avoid whatever punishment or execution they would give him, Njal got away by killing several soldiers and escaping on a stolen spacecraft, only to steal another spacecraft and ditch the one he stole to get away. To keep himself out of sight from Omni Core, Njal found a cargo loading job on a ship known as the Dauntless, feeling it was the best choice until the heat on him died down. Motivation: Trying to make a profit for himself while staying hidden from the law.
Skills and talents
Space travel:
Basic piloting skills to pilot his personal spacecraft
Average navigation skills to plot courses
Astrography skills of planets, star systems and nebulas
Combat:
Self-taught hand-to-hand combat
Street fighting skills
Expert in wielding two-handed weapons, mainly hammers
Utility:
Bomb making specialist
Street smart
Can lift up to 450-500 lbs
Other:
Bilingual
Studies ancient civilization
Looking into DNA infusion
Gear and possessions
On person:
Two handed hammer
Metal wrist gauntlet to carry a few small tools for making bombs
Crew communicator
Personal communicator to keep in contact with clients and the Triads
Necklace with a round black onyx pendant that is secretly a video recorder
Adaptable full body exo suit
In quarters/storage:
Change of clothes
Personal spacecraft manual
Textbook guide on repairing different spacecrafts
Worldwide book on bombs and how to make them
Compass given to him from his father when he was young
Caged pet Krite acquired from the black market
Personal spacecraft
Manufacturer and Type: Musk Industries FVU-85 FFS Seats: Pilot and co-pilot seating Max acceleration in space: N/A Max range in space: N/A Max speed in atmosphere: N/A Armament: None
Extras
Character quotes: "If the cash is there, I do not care." Theme song:Nightmare Anything else: Njal has a pet Krite, which is a small strange looking creature resembling a porcupine or hedgehog. It has a large rotund body, covered in a haze of black fur, having small limbs with three tiny claws on both hands and feet. It has a large mouth filled with multiple rows of sharp teeth that can deliver a crushing bite, which it uses to attack, allowing it to devour its victim down to the bone. Its nose is wide and flat, and it bears signature red cat-like eyes, which sometimes appear florescent from a distance. The Krite can roll into a ball like a hedgehog and roll off, climb and leap from one area to another, and can shoot poison quills that knock out its victims. In order to travel, the Krite can walk, but will commonly tuck into a ball (like a hedgehog) and roll. While rolling, it can gather enough momentum to 'launch' from a position and reach quite long distances. The Krite can behave mischievously, but has a vicious appetite that makes it deadly to handle and keep as a pet. It can navigate its way through ventilation ducts and can communicate with Njal through body language, as well as listen to commands given by Njal if he ever needs the Krite to perform specific tasks that he is unable to do, such as finding specific items or finding a way around locked doors in case he is trapped. Njal usually keeps the Krite in its cage, but will take it out so long as its internal microchip is fully functioning, in which the Krite is kept in a calm state of mind, allowing Njal to sometimes use it to help him take down enemies. The Krite has been known to reproduce eggs asexually, but was quickly made incapable of doing so due to the microchip which blocks the reproductive signals of the body to keep it from reproducing.
May God help you all if that microchip ever stops functioning.
“You murdered our father because you only care about yourself. You think becoming powerful makes you worthy enough to be the clan leader, just so you can destroy everything our father did for us!” Kara shouted in anger, her dark purple eyes beginning to turn bright red.
“If father knew what true power was, he would still be alive. I merely put his power to the test, and he failed. I wasn't the only one who saw how weak he truly was.” Njal replied in a calm manner.
She could already feel the other half of her wanting to force her into a transformation, being fueled by her anger, frustration and hatred she felt towards her brother. It was becoming increasingly difficult to resist as her hands clenched tightly into fists, feeling her claws piercing into her paw pads. Her muscles began to move and shift under her fur as she could feel her body on the verge of transforming, fighting to keep it back as long as she could. Glaring at Njal, Kara could see a cruel and sadistic grin forming on his face, making her think this had been his plan the entire time. Kara suddenly fell to the ground on her knees, unable to hold the transformation back any longer as she gave into the monster that had become a part of her. Letting out a deep roar that emanated around them, her body underwent its transformation as rough black scales replaced fur, horns and spikes growing out from her head and along her back while two large wings sprouted from her shoulder blades. Black smoke escaped from her open maw as it became that of a dragon, growing and elongating while fire began to erupt from deep within her throat.
As her transformation continued, Njal crossed his arms and watched with a wicked smile, finding his sister’s pain amusing. The transformation itself made Njal fascinated and jealous at the same time, feeling mostly jealous that Kara stole from him the only chance he had to become immortal in his own quest to rule over the world they lived in. He enjoyed his sister’s suffering and relished every second of it until the transformation was complete, gazing in wonder at the now large dragon that his sister had become. “You stole my chance to become ruler over our entire world. I will not rest until I find a way to take what should be my right to become a god!” Njal exclaimed, allowing his jealousy to get the best of him before he regained a calm composure, shifting his gaze over to Mark who kept his distance as he had silently watched in surprise and fear. “You might want to run and hide, human. She will have no control while in this form and will not hesitate to kill you.”
With that said, Njal vanished into thin air, just as a stream of fire hit the spot he had been standing in. Mark was unsure of what to do next as he began to back away, not wanting to be Kara’s next target should she decide to take all of her pent up frustration and anger out on him. He managed to turn around and further distance himself from Kara, walking as quick as he could while trying to stay quiet while he did so, however, Kara had heard the shuffling of movement and turned her head to look behind her, catching sight of Mark as he was getting away, only to break into a full on sprint when she let out a roar. Mark had managed to make it nearly halfway across the long stretch of field until Kara suddenly landed several feet in front of him, causing Mark to skid to a halt in which he stumbled and fell face first into the ground. He ignored the pain as he swiftly got back to his feet and ran in another direction opposite from Kara, only to be blocked by her again. He stared in horror at her ferocious gaping jaws that were fully lined with wicked sharp teeth, watching thick smoke and flickering flames escape from her open jaws. He had nowhere to run or hide, much less have a chance to outrun a dragon as he backed away from her, having no idea of how he would save himself from being burned alive or ripped to shreds.
“Kara, it’s me, Mark. I’m your friend, remember?” He said, desperately trying to get her to remember who he was. Kara merely growled in response and took a step towards him. “Please don’t kill me. I don’t want to die…please…”
Feeling the tears well up and slide down his face, the only thing Mark could do at this point was hope that his death would be quick and painless as he shut his eyes and awaited for the inevitable.
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[b]FULL NAME:[/b] Jord Helvig
[b]NICKNAME(S)/ALIASES:[/b] Kara
[b]DATE OF BIRTH:[/b] December 12th
[b]AGE:[/b] 27
[b]GENDER:[/b] Female
[b]SEXUALITY:[/b] Straight
[b]RACE/SPECIES:[/b] Anthropomorphic Smilodon/Cave lion hybrid
[b]ALIGNMENT:[/b] Chaotic Neutral
[b]HEIGHT:[/b] 6’2”
[b]LIKES:[/b] Fighting against strong foes, wood carving, traveling and collecting gems.
[b]DISLIKES:[/b] Betrayal, humans, werewolves, vampires, orcs, her brother, lying and laziness.
[center][u][b]PERSONALITY[/b][/u][/center]
She only becomes frustrated whenever she is belittled, talked back to or seen as nothing more than an animal. She dislikes being around others for too long, preferring a bit of solitude at times and absolutely hates when she is proven wrong. If she is lied to or betrayed, she will become furious and overtaken by rage while taking revenge against the one who is the cause of it. The one thing she fears the most is being forced to live forever with no way of receiving her eternal rest. Jord can be very cynic and bitter towards others, especially humans since she sees them as nothing more than unintelligent creatures. She is not afraid to be blunt with the truth or to give her own opinion, no matter how it affects others. She can be friendly towards others if she is around them long enough to know more about them.
[center][u][b]APPEARANCE[/b][/u][/center]
Her fur is black in color with hints of darker spots on her face and body; dark stripes adorn her arms and legs. Her eyes are a dark purple color, sometimes changing to red when she becomes angered, frustrated or when transforming. Her left hand remains as a dragon hand, even when she transforms into her feral form; her feral form remains the same as she does, only lacking her armor.
In her dragon form, she is 20 feet long with a 23 foot wingspan, standing at 15’7”. When she uses her wings out of her dragon form, they are merely 10 feet long. Her scales are charcoal black and rough to the touch, with thick sturdy horns and deadly sharp spikes decorating her head, legs, back and tail. A sharp and thick blade forms in the shape of a diamond spade at the end of her tail, made entirely of rough scales and bone.
[center][u][b]SKILLS/ABILITIES[/b][/u][/center]
She was born with the power of pyrokinesis and object animation. She can shapeshift into a feral form of herself and can transform into a dragon. She was also given the power of regenerative healing and self-resurrection once the soul of the dragon god merged with her soul. She is very knowledgeable and capable in the art of swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat, as well as having heightened senses to aid her in and out of fights. Jord is also remarkably skilled in hunting, treating severe injuries, wild swimming and craftsmanship. She only knows how to fight with a sword, being unable to use any other weapons properly during combat. Her heightened senses can become overwhelmed by strong and unbearable foul odors, dulling her senses to leave her vulnerable for a surprise attack. Water and extreme cold temperatures nullifies her pyrokinesis power. She is sometimes afraid to use her pyrokinesis, fearful that one day her power will be out of control to the point of engulfing her body and slowly burning her alive. She can only animate two objects at a time, having to wait until the current animated objects are destroyed to use her animation power again. If she is suddenly rendered unconscious, then the animated objects return to their lifeless state. If her sword is not in her possession when she is injured, her injuries will take longer to heal. She can be killed in any way possible, in which it takes her from a day to a week or more for her body to be resurrected depending on how she died, leaving her soul with nothing to do but wait in the astral plane until her body is fully formed and/or healed.
[center][u][b]INVENTORY/ITEMS, EQUIPMENT & POSSESSIONS[/b][/u][/center]
She always wears armor instead of usual clothing, consisting of a black leather cuirass, leather bracers, a leather armor belt and leather greaves. Her armor has a layer of blue-gray dragon scales of a lightning dragon as added protection. She has a dark brown leather foraging pouch to hold dry foods, edible plants, roots, berries and herbs. She also has a black belt pouch and a leather brown coin belt pouch to carry coins, trinkets and gems if she happens to find any. She carries a large drinking horn as well, the horn itself having come from a water dragon. The sword that imprisoned the dragon god entity now belongs to her, remaining forever sharp, unbreakable and resistant to rust so long as she wields it in her hands. If anyone other than Jord tries to wield the sword by stealing it, thick sharp spikes erupt from the handle to impale the hands of the thief while the handle slowly becomes burning hot to the point of melting flesh and bone.
[center][u][b]BACKSTORY[/b][/u][/center]
Jord was born in the DeathSabre Clan and raised in the life of a viking, along with her older brother Njal, being taught to fight with a sword when she was only five years of age. From then on, she was encouraged to love the thrill of taking part in battles and defeating her enemies to feel the taste of being victorious along with triumphing over her enemies. As she grew older, Jord slowly came to a realization that she disliked her brother, due to how conniving and manipulative he was with others, getting to the point where he could blame others for his misdeeds and get away with it. She eventually became more skilled in the art of battle, using a sword as her main weapon of choice in every battle she was in, only using her pyrokinesis and object animation as a last resort. Her mother had perished from a mysterious deadly illness, leaving her in the care of her father and her brother around the time they were at war with another clan.
When it was time for war, the DeathSabre clan had fought against the OxenHorn clan for almost three days, nearly losing the war until the leader of the ox clan was finally killed by the sword of Jord’s father. However, before their victory of war could be celebrated, Jord was horrified to witness her brother murder their father in cold blood; Njal then attempted to kill Jord to keep her from exposing what he’d done to the clan. As they fought, a few clan members had stumbled upon the fight between Jord and Ulrik, giving Ulrik the chance to make up a lie that Jord had killed their father and was trying to kill him to hide her secret. The clan members believed him before Jord had any time to tell her side of the story, trying to help Ulrik kill her in the end before she made a choice to run from the fight, knowing she would only end up dead if she had continued to fight.
Jord had considered herself exiled from the clan, but vowed to avenge her father’s death by killing her brother. For several years she lived alone with nowhere to call home as she traveled across the land, hunting for her food while using caves as a makeshift shelter for several days. It wasn’t long before she began to hear rumors of the new DeathSabre leader making a journey to find a sacred sword that was said to bestow the power of a god unto whoever wielded it. She knew it was her brother and felt this was her chance to kill him as she began to travel to different towns, finding whatever information she could on her brother and where to find him.
Within two weeks, Jord finally had the information she needed for her brother’s whereabouts, wasting no time as she stowed away on a ship that was to give him supplies for a voyage he was making, having found the location of the sword. Upon their arrival at the sword’s location, Jord made sure to stay out of sight until she had the opportunity to kill Njal, all the while avoiding traps, monstrous creatures and draugr on the path to the sword. In the end, Njal had finally reached the sword while most of the clan that had journeyed with him were dead, giving Jord the opportunity she needed before coming out from hiding and fighting with Njal. Unfortunately, Jord was losing the fight against her brother before he made an attempt to grab the sacred sword and use it to kill her. Not wanting to allow her brother to obtain that kind of power without paying for his crime, Jord had managed to injure Ulrik by throwing her sword at him, giving her enough time to run past him and grab the sword.
Even though she had stopped her brother from obtaining the sword, it only became worse from there as she was then instantaneously teleported to a completely different world located in an entirely different universe. Having no way of returning home or even knowing how to return home, Jord had tried to end her life, only to discover that she could not die. Due to having touched the sword, the so-called power that was held within it was nothing more than the soul of a malevolent dragon god that had been trapped in the sword, transferring itself to whoever laid a hand on the sword itself to release it from its prison.
[center][u][b]CURRENT LIFE[/b][/u][/center]
Born in the universe of Archaia, Jord’s universe consists of anthropomorphic animals that thrive on seven planets, revolving around six suns and five moons. These animals live like humans and have technology that is much more advanced than humans, however, they live differently on each planet. The planet Jord was born on, known as Zovelar, was in a viking era, having no technology of any kind other than using the basic tools and weapons of that era. Humans also dwell on these planets, but are nothing more than wild and feral creatures with animalistic behavior that hunt in packs for survival. Out of the seven planets, four of the planet’s habitants have managed to domesticate the feral humans to the point where they are kept as pets. Jord currently wanders from world to world, being teleported to random places she’s never seen in her life at random times, all the while trying to find a way to rid herself of the curse that now resides inside her.
[center][u][b]OTHER INFO[/b][/u][/center]
She can fluently speak in her language and knows how to speak English, unless it’s a word she doesn’t know how to pronounce. Despite being the vessel of a dragon god, she has refused the offer of using its full powers, therefore is only capable of using almost one third of the god’s true power only when she is in need of it. The only way to rid herself of the dragon god is to willingly transfer its soul to someone who is willing to become its new vessel, in which she will die as her body becomes nothing but ash, allowing her soul to ascend to the heavens above for her eternal rest.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">“You murdered our father because you only care about yourself. You think becoming powerful makes you worthy enough to be the clan leader, just so you can destroy everything our father did for us!” Kara shouted in anger, her dark purple eyes beginning to turn bright red.<br><br>“If father knew what true power was, he would still be alive. I merely put his power to the test, and he failed. I wasn't the only one who saw how weak he truly was.” Njal replied in a calm manner.<br><br>She could already feel the other half of her wanting to force her into a transformation, being fueled by her anger, frustration and hatred she felt towards her brother. It was becoming increasingly difficult to resist as her hands clenched tightly into fists, feeling her claws piercing into her paw pads. Her muscles began to move and shift under her fur as she could feel her body on the verge of transforming, fighting to keep it back as long as she could. Glaring at Njal, Kara could see a cruel and sadistic grin forming on his face, making her think this had been his plan the entire time. Kara suddenly fell to the ground on her knees, unable to hold the transformation back any longer as she gave into the monster that had become a part of her. Letting out a deep roar that emanated around them, her body underwent its transformation as rough black scales replaced fur, horns and spikes growing out from her head and along her back while two large wings sprouted from her shoulder blades. Black smoke escaped from her open maw as it became that of a dragon, growing and elongating while fire began to erupt from deep within her throat.<br><br>As her transformation continued, Njal crossed his arms and watched with a wicked smile, finding his sister’s pain amusing. The transformation itself made Njal fascinated and jealous at the same time, feeling mostly jealous that Kara stole from him the only chance he had to become immortal in his own quest to rule over the world they lived in. He enjoyed his sister’s suffering and relished every second of it until the transformation was complete, gazing in wonder at the now large dragon that his sister had become. “You stole my chance to become ruler over our entire world. I will not rest until I find a way to take what should be my right to become a god!” Njal exclaimed, allowing his jealousy to get the best of him before he regained a calm composure, shifting his gaze over to Mark who kept his distance as he had silently watched in surprise and fear. “You might want to run and hide, human. She will have no control while in this form and will not hesitate to kill you.”<br><br>With that said, Njal vanished into thin air, just as a stream of fire hit the spot he had been standing in. Mark was unsure of what to do next as he began to back away, not wanting to be Kara’s next target should she decide to take all of her pent up frustration and anger out on him. He managed to turn around and further distance himself from Kara, walking as quick as he could while trying to stay quiet while he did so, however, Kara had heard the shuffling of movement and turned her head to look behind her, catching sight of Mark as he was getting away, only to break into a full on sprint when she let out a roar. Mark had managed to make it nearly halfway across the long stretch of field until Kara suddenly landed several feet in front of him, causing Mark to skid to a halt in which he stumbled and fell face first into the ground. He ignored the pain as he swiftly got back to his feet and ran in another direction opposite from Kara, only to be blocked by her again. He stared in horror at her ferocious gaping jaws that were fully lined with wicked sharp teeth, watching thick smoke and flickering flames escape from her open jaws. He had nowhere to run or hide, much less have a chance to outrun a dragon as he backed away from her, having no idea of how he would save himself from being burned alive or ripped to shreds.<br><br>“Kara, it’s me, Mark. I’m your friend, remember?” He said, desperately trying to get her to remember who he was. Kara merely growled in response and took a step towards him. “Please don’t kill me. I don’t want to die…please…”<br><br>Feeling the tears well up and slide down his face, the only thing Mark could do at this point was hope that his death would be quick and painless as he shut his eyes and awaited for the inevitable.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/i/561effbd-8c1c-4e39-a87e-bedaa058d3e7/dfmrfux-2fe06b41-464d-49de-a927-1ad3bb2cb158.png" /></div><br><span class="bb-b">FULL NAME:</span> Jord Helvig<br><span class="bb-b">NICKNAME(S)/ALIASES:</span> Kara<br><span class="bb-b">DATE OF BIRTH:</span> December 12th<br><span class="bb-b">AGE:</span> 27<br><span class="bb-b">GENDER:</span> Female<br><span class="bb-b">SEXUALITY:</span> Straight<br><span class="bb-b">RACE/SPECIES:</span> Anthropomorphic Smilodon/Cave lion hybrid<br><span class="bb-b">ALIGNMENT:</span> Chaotic Neutral<br><span class="bb-b">HEIGHT:</span> 6’2”<br><span class="bb-b">LIKES:</span> Fighting against strong foes, wood carving, traveling and collecting gems.<br><span class="bb-b">DISLIKES:</span> Betrayal, humans, werewolves, vampires, orcs, her brother, lying and laziness.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">PERSONALITY</span></span></div><br>She only becomes frustrated whenever she is belittled, talked back to or seen as nothing more than an animal. She dislikes being around others for too long, preferring a bit of solitude at times and absolutely hates when she is proven wrong. If she is lied to or betrayed, she will become furious and overtaken by rage while taking revenge against the one who is the cause of it. The one thing she fears the most is being forced to live forever with no way of receiving her eternal rest. Jord can be very cynic and bitter towards others, especially humans since she sees them as nothing more than unintelligent creatures. She is not afraid to be blunt with the truth or to give her own opinion, no matter how it affects others. She can be friendly towards others if she is around them long enough to know more about them.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">APPEARANCE</span></span></div><br>Her fur is black in color with hints of darker spots on her face and body; dark stripes adorn her arms and legs. Her eyes are a dark purple color, sometimes changing to red when she becomes angered, frustrated or when transforming. Her left hand remains as a dragon hand, even when she transforms into her feral form; her feral form remains the same as she does, only lacking her armor.<br>In her dragon form, she is 20 feet long with a 23 foot wingspan, standing at 15’7”. When she uses her wings out of her dragon form, they are merely 10 feet long. Her scales are charcoal black and rough to the touch, with thick sturdy horns and deadly sharp spikes decorating her head, legs, back and tail. A sharp and thick blade forms in the shape of a diamond spade at the end of her tail, made entirely of rough scales and bone.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">SKILLS/ABILITIES</span></span></div><br>She was born with the power of pyrokinesis and object animation. She can shapeshift into a feral form of herself and can transform into a dragon. She was also given the power of regenerative healing and self-resurrection once the soul of the dragon god merged with her soul. She is very knowledgeable and capable in the art of swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat, as well as having heightened senses to aid her in and out of fights. Jord is also remarkably skilled in hunting, treating severe injuries, wild swimming and craftsmanship. She only knows how to fight with a sword, being unable to use any other weapons properly during combat. Her heightened senses can become overwhelmed by strong and unbearable foul odors, dulling her senses to leave her vulnerable for a surprise attack. Water and extreme cold temperatures nullifies her pyrokinesis power. She is sometimes afraid to use her pyrokinesis, fearful that one day her power will be out of control to the point of engulfing her body and slowly burning her alive. She can only animate two objects at a time, having to wait until the current animated objects are destroyed to use her animation power again. If she is suddenly rendered unconscious, then the animated objects return to their lifeless state. If her sword is not in her possession when she is injured, her injuries will take longer to heal. She can be killed in any way possible, in which it takes her from a day to a week or more for her body to be resurrected depending on how she died, leaving her soul with nothing to do but wait in the astral plane until her body is fully formed and/or healed.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">INVENTORY/ITEMS, EQUIPMENT & POSSESSIONS</span></span></div><br>She always wears armor instead of usual clothing, consisting of a black leather cuirass, leather bracers, a leather armor belt and leather greaves. Her armor has a layer of blue-gray dragon scales of a lightning dragon as added protection. She has a dark brown leather foraging pouch to hold dry foods, edible plants, roots, berries and herbs. She also has a black belt pouch and a leather brown coin belt pouch to carry coins, trinkets and gems if she happens to find any. She carries a large drinking horn as well, the horn itself having come from a water dragon. The sword that imprisoned the dragon god entity now belongs to her, remaining forever sharp, unbreakable and resistant to rust so long as she wields it in her hands. If anyone other than Jord tries to wield the sword by stealing it, thick sharp spikes erupt from the handle to impale the hands of the thief while the handle slowly becomes burning hot to the point of melting flesh and bone.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">BACKSTORY</span></span></div><br>Jord was born in the DeathSabre Clan and raised in the life of a viking, along with her older brother Njal, being taught to fight with a sword when she was only five years of age. From then on, she was encouraged to love the thrill of taking part in battles and defeating her enemies to feel the taste of being victorious along with triumphing over her enemies. As she grew older, Jord slowly came to a realization that she disliked her brother, due to how conniving and manipulative he was with others, getting to the point where he could blame others for his misdeeds and get away with it. She eventually became more skilled in the art of battle, using a sword as her main weapon of choice in every battle she was in, only using her pyrokinesis and object animation as a last resort. Her mother had perished from a mysterious deadly illness, leaving her in the care of her father and her brother around the time they were at war with another clan.<br>When it was time for war, the DeathSabre clan had fought against the OxenHorn clan for almost three days, nearly losing the war until the leader of the ox clan was finally killed by the sword of Jord’s father. However, before their victory of war could be celebrated, Jord was horrified to witness her brother murder their father in cold blood; Njal then attempted to kill Jord to keep her from exposing what he’d done to the clan. As they fought, a few clan members had stumbled upon the fight between Jord and Ulrik, giving Ulrik the chance to make up a lie that Jord had killed their father and was trying to kill him to hide her secret. The clan members believed him before Jord had any time to tell her side of the story, trying to help Ulrik kill her in the end before she made a choice to run from the fight, knowing she would only end up dead if she had continued to fight.<br>Jord had considered herself exiled from the clan, but vowed to avenge her father’s death by killing her brother. For several years she lived alone with nowhere to call home as she traveled across the land, hunting for her food while using caves as a makeshift shelter for several days. It wasn’t long before she began to hear rumors of the new DeathSabre leader making a journey to find a sacred sword that was said to bestow the power of a god unto whoever wielded it. She knew it was her brother and felt this was her chance to kill him as she began to travel to different towns, finding whatever information she could on her brother and where to find him.<br>Within two weeks, Jord finally had the information she needed for her brother’s whereabouts, wasting no time as she stowed away on a ship that was to give him supplies for a voyage he was making, having found the location of the sword. Upon their arrival at the sword’s location, Jord made sure to stay out of sight until she had the opportunity to kill Njal, all the while avoiding traps, monstrous creatures and draugr on the path to the sword. In the end, Njal had finally reached the sword while most of the clan that had journeyed with him were dead, giving Jord the opportunity she needed before coming out from hiding and fighting with Njal. Unfortunately, Jord was losing the fight against her brother before he made an attempt to grab the sacred sword and use it to kill her. Not wanting to allow her brother to obtain that kind of power without paying for his crime, Jord had managed to injure Ulrik by throwing her sword at him, giving her enough time to run past him and grab the sword.<br>Even though she had stopped her brother from obtaining the sword, it only became worse from there as she was then instantaneously teleported to a completely different world located in an entirely different universe. Having no way of returning home or even knowing how to return home, Jord had tried to end her life, only to discover that she could not die. Due to having touched the sword, the so-called power that was held within it was nothing more than the soul of a malevolent dragon god that had been trapped in the sword, transferring itself to whoever laid a hand on the sword itself to release it from its prison.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">CURRENT LIFE</span></span></div><br>Born in the universe of Archaia, Jord’s universe consists of anthropomorphic animals that thrive on seven planets, revolving around six suns and five moons. These animals live like humans and have technology that is much more advanced than humans, however, they live differently on each planet. The planet Jord was born on, known as Zovelar, was in a viking era, having no technology of any kind other than using the basic tools and weapons of that era. Humans also dwell on these planets, but are nothing more than wild and feral creatures with animalistic behavior that hunt in packs for survival. Out of the seven planets, four of the planet’s habitants have managed to domesticate the feral humans to the point where they are kept as pets. Jord currently wanders from world to world, being teleported to random places she’s never seen in her life at random times, all the while trying to find a way to rid herself of the curse that now resides inside her.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">OTHER INFO</span></span></div><br>She can fluently speak in her language and knows how to speak English, unless it’s a word she doesn’t know how to pronounce. Despite being the vessel of a dragon god, she has refused the offer of using its full powers, therefore is only capable of using almost one third of the god’s true power only when she is in need of it. The only way to rid herself of the dragon god is to willingly transfer its soul to someone who is willing to become its new vessel, in which she will die as her body becomes nothing but ash, allowing her soul to ascend to the heavens above for her eternal rest.<br></div>
