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From the Egg - A Dragon Training Rp

Oops, I'm sorry to have forgotten that! I edited the Special skill and hope it is ok now :)

From the Egg - A Dragon Training Rp

Rothros

Name: Rothros

Race: Undine

Age: 49

Text color: Yellow

Special skill:
Toughness. Rothros is a hardened farmer, miner and soldier who has seen both the bitter cold of water and the fiery heat of the earth, the world below the water's surface and also a bit above. He can absorb unusual punishment and a dragon bonded to him would probably exhibit the same ability. A 'go anywhere' creature that has not much trouble transitioning in and out of the water. Also, if one combines water and fire, the result could be a breath of steam that can be just as damaging.

Ambition/dream:
There is nothing specific Rothros craves for not yet knowing about an invention prior to inventing it lies in the very nature of the thing. Imaginations there are many: An armor more robust than simple seashells, yet light enough to carry while swimming. A projectile than can be launched from below the surface just like an archer does with his arrow on the battlefield, yet is strong enough to cripple a ship that would otherwise need to be intercepted by Undine warriors at the risk of their lives... But how to propel it ? How to aim it and how to give it enough oomph upon impact ?

Childhood:
Rothros stems from a place that is commonly referred to as Hetrop, although not many people outside of Undine society know it actually exists. That cannot come as much of a surprise though as a certain level of daringness can be considered a prerequisite for any desire to live there. It is a place where the hot innards of the world boil close underneath the surface, yet above that surface is an immense layer of water that allows one to stay cool.

The white and black smokers caused by ocean water seeping through cracks and touching molten stone spew out a constant stream of sulphur and other minerals considered valuable. Mining those is hard and also dangerous work, but still the Undine seek out the opportunity for there is another thing to be found there: food. There is a competition for fish and other sea fauna from humans and elves, but nobody cares about seaworms that thrive in this kind of environment at the ocean floor.

Rothros' parents are farmers who maintain, harvest and post-process the worm colonies and mineral deposits so it was only natural for their son to follow their footsteps as soon as he could. Workers in this area are usually free to take comparably long leaves in one of the coral reef settlements where living conditions are a lot more hospitable though.

Adolencence/training:
Joining the military was pretty much set in stone for Rothros, just like many others of his kind do. The Undine marine forces are faced with a few challenges that could be considered rather unusual and which always require people to act and risk their lives in order to safeguard them, their families and all the others. The war is fought on the sea as fiercely as it is on land and the remains of this pointless carnage tend not to stay on the wind-whipped surface for very long. Instead, they sometimes literally fall onto Undine people's heads or at least their cities.

The military has sort of a special branch that is occupied with cleaning up wreckages and, more importantly, disposing of any dangerous cargo that might damage the coral reefs. Salvaging precious goods or returning the bodies of deceased seamen to their human families also poses a significant source of foreign currency and bolsters relationships with the coastal settlements. On top of that, there have been several attempts of Phospholite vessels to cause deliberate damage to Undine settlements by polluting the shallow waters with oil or dragging anchor-like structures and nets over the ocean floor.

Rothros spent his base training with such tasks before becoming involved in sneak attacks upon hostile vessels. Coming from below and damaging a ship's hull from outside sounds like a rather safe thing compared to surface-based approaches, but the Phospholites keep learning in terms of how to dodge or escape such things. A thin layer of copper or bronze on top of a wooden structure can pose quite the barrier to overcome already.

Adulthood/After Completing Training:
Rothros has seen how dangerous the 'job' can be. It served as motivation to try something different, to become an apprentice in one of the several workgroups who try to develop new techniques of defending Undine territory. Many of these involve digging deeper into a discipline that so far, for the rather obvious reason of being underwater, has not exactly been any Undine's forte: blacksmithing.

The challenges are unique for it doesn't suffice to just find a facility on land, but one also can't count on the experience of human masters alone. They work with steel and steel is both too heavy and too prone to corrosion in salt water. Bronze doesn't rust, but is even heavier. Undine have started to mess around with other metals, but there is a lot of new knowledge to build up from scratch when it comes to combining and processing them. Rothros' new job involved a lot of learning, experimenting and trial and error, but also getting to know humans much more closely for everything happened on land.

The information provided to him about this 'expedition' to the remote island has not been very specific, mostly that his employers would keep the spot open for him even if it would take very long for him to return...

Notable family:
His parents are still alive, but they still work in the Hetrop mining and farming colony. It is therefore not very likely to encounter them unless perhaps they are forced to leave the ocean. Rothros has no siblings yet.

Notable figures:
William is the master human blacksmith he worked for in a rather small human town at the coastline. There are also several other apprentices Rothros has worked with prior to his sudden, new assignment.

Character Themes:
Experimenting, discovery, fighting, brutal raw strength.

Character Tragedy:
Rothros has once misjudged the jets of hot water in Hetrop, causing significant damage to the left side of his body. More importantly however he was the foreman of an entire party of seaworm gatherers and still feels somewhat responsible for two of his followers also having been injured very severelyin this incident. This is in spite of the fact that common consensus is that nobody could have foreseen this sudden outburst.

Character flaws:
The accident in Hetrop has left him with a slight limp and impaired vision on his left eye. Rothros is not exactly stubborn, but at times a bit imprudent and prone to jump into action before thinking all too extensively. Also, while his body is perfectly adapted to swimming, at land he's rather sluggish. That certainly isn't helped by the fact that he's just a damn heavyweight individual.

Hobbies:
Deep-diving (sort of a competitive sport that involves testing each other's limits while roping down the continental shelf into the deep sea), archery, wrestling (both in and out of the water).

Appearance:
Rothros exhibits a skin typical to his kind. Adapted to efficient movement underwater, it is very smooth and tight to minimise resistance. Its color is mostly blue-ish, but with hues of silvery gray mixed in almost like a shark. There is some significant scarring running along his left thigh and also a bit on his head, but at least on land most of that is rendered invisible by clothing. As one could expect he has neither hair nor beard, but can definitely brag with a large fin running down from the back of his head almost to the level of his hips. He also has smaller fins running along his elbows and legs and some webbing between his toes and fingers.

At 5'6 he's average for his people, but more on the short side from many others' point of view. A combination of great natural disposition, his time in the military and hard work helping in the forges have caused him to bulk up immensely however. He's well fed and bristling with muscle from top to bottom.

From the Egg - A Dragon Training Rp

Hello!

I'd like to ask whether this roleplay is still open for an application ?

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Axe ? Gone!
Spear ? Gone!
Fists ? Out of range!

Yet there was something both still available and in range: debris!

As the bandit leader sought his way out of the now quite demolished main hall, Fyr's family heirloom firmly in the bastard's hands, he probably hardly witnessed how Fyr pressed one of the larger parts of a splintered table into service as a makeshift projectile.

Attack roll (fail)

Fetzen Request: [1d20-2] Roll: [12] Result: 10

Only when the wooden object was stopped dead in its trajectory by the doorframe it firmly got wedged into, the man hastily took a look over his shoulder and then hurried onwards. Fyr rushed after him quickly, but had to dislodge the part in question again first in order to make room for his overly large (though still malnourished!) body. It consumed enough of a timespan so when Fyr was finally done and able to take a look outside, the hostile was gone.

In his mind, Fyr could not even start to describe the magnitude of this failure. What would his family say once he was back home ? All he had left now was his shield! He needed something new, but how to pay for it ? He still owned some coin to Lapis in the first place...

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Fyr

There were a few too many things going on simultaneously for Fyr to keep track off, but the one thing he was pretty aware of was that one hostile individual, probably the leader of this whole attack, was still standing. Having decided not to throw the spear but to stab the other person with it in his last attack, Fyr still had it available for launch now.

Attack roll

Fetzen Request: [1d20] Roll: [7] Result: 7

His estimate got the unknown weapon's properties completely wrong through. Without having trained with this particular weapon yet, Fyr only managed a trajectory quite different from the one he had actually intended. The spear flew right past the enemy's body and buried itself firmly in the wall behind him.

Great! Could anything else go wrong right now that both his axe and the spear were located somewhere there ?

MINERVA FORCE

To say that Harald had been happy to get off this ill-equipped morgue with VTOL capabilities would have been an understatement as well. As soon as the intruder had gotten out of his gear and taken a shower, the next stop was the coffee machine. A very long stop one might add. The order had been to get some R&R, not to go to bed early. He knew he would not be able to sleep so soon after a mission anyway, let alone this mission.

There was an email to write, one about the benefit of having body bags on board of vehicles already if sent on a mission that could potentially yield samples.

The fact that he even had to consider writing this kind of message felt quite disappointing, not to say even outright sad. These aliens had not made first contact with humans, just with Earth's lead. Yes, they had opened fire first and probably also killed the ship's crew so this course of action had been completely justified, but still it felt like such a waste of an opportunity they all were somewhat responsible for. And then there was the fact that these grays, out of all of the world's countless organisations, had happened to run straight into Minerva Force. Minerva Force was about as alien, separate and clandestine in relation to the rest of human society as aliens were to Earth. Quite the irony, wasn't it ?

While indeed trying to find some relaxation, Creep also spent some significant amount of his free time the next days on trying to dig into the story of the cargo vessel this had all been about. Online ship tracking websites were the first, completely harmless but also rather superficial source of information. Some let's say inofficial excavations in other people's databases were another, but of course he had to be very careful with that or he would at least invoke the commander's ire. Probably ?

Speaking of their boss, there was this rumor about this being some kind of 'probing attack' in the hallways and the cantine, but Harald found this to be complete bullshit. A probing attack on a cargo vessel to check how humanity would react to this ? Where should he even start to point out how idiotic this idea was...

First of all, in order to figure out how humans would react to one of their precious little ships being boarded by hostiles, one just had to sit back and watch the media. There were naval hostage situations, assaults, abductions and even good-old piracy on more than a weekly basis in these more unstable times, so why take the risk and stage anything oneself ? Then, when staging an attack, why stay on site with too few individuals to defend against the human forces expected to arrive in this kind of 'experiment' ? Either this had been a really bad organisational mistake on the alien side or this just had not been a probing attack with enemy forces expected to respond in the first place. And last but not least, why on Earth a cargo vessel ? There would have been so many less risky targets like remote research stations, villages, airplanes... Or didn't these guys have some sort of ship-mounted weapons on their flying saucers ? At least some makeshift ones so they didn't have to send people down for such an attack right away ? Hardly imagineable after having seen this impressive propulsion system.

Sure, this was pretty speculative as well, but unfortunately an essential piece of the puzzle was now situated firmly on the ocean floor. GPS coordinates revealed that this was far too deep to go without some advanced submarine and their boss wouldn't happen to have one of these around, would he ? At least Creep had not seen such a vehicle in any of the hangars yet.

This didn't stop Harald from sending another email straight towards Damirón’s account while he happened to have some free time though. It contained all of the intruder's thoughts about this attack not being some stupid probing shit and that it would be really handy if there was any way to investigate that freighter and its cargo down on the ocean floor. What if the aliens had been after something on that ship or at least had wanted to prevent it from reaching its destination ? Minerva Force should make use of its time instead of waiting for the next incident to happen.

The Five Senses - Second Arc (Accepting New Players!)

Týfurkh

With Jen finally awake, he and Týfurkh could finally remove the big piece of furniture from the door in order to get out. Týfurhk had had the feeling of hearing Karina's voice outside previously, but now the others had already progressed a lot further out of the guest wing.

"You didn't happen to try and leave without us, did you ?" Týfurkh challenged without aiming his words at anyone specific. As he looked at who else was there and who wasn't, something else seemed to be much more amiss than that though: "Where are Sil and Chres ?" Not that he couldn't have done without the neverending source of mischief that was Chres' familiar for a while, but the danger of losing both of them permanently did not sit well with him at all.

"And who are you if I may ask ?" and Týfurkh nudged his head into the direction of the servant who had just revealed herself to be... some mysterious individual who obviously didn't want to tell the entiry story just yet.

The Sunday Group - Seeds and Harvests

Elemental gunslinger

Name: Jared Nostrom

Concept: Elemental gunslinger

Background:
Up to the present day, Jared does not really know how exactly it started. He can't even tell when it started, only that the first changes were subtle and not even very specific. Once it had become more noticeable to him, he asked his friends way too many times about the probable cause of it, but all they could tell him before becoming annoyed by his repeated questioning was that neither radiation nor any known chemicals are to blame for it. A biological agent perhaps ? Well then it should have affected some of his colleagues, too, but that wasn't the case.

Ultimately, the rather... exquisite... state of 'health' Jared found himself in forced to quit his job at the Thompson Creek molybdenium mine. No more big lorry driving, no more daily dose of ANFO fireworks and no more afterwork beer and firing range sessions with nice coworkers. Instead, Jared now roamed the streets as somebody whose condition did not allow him to just find any new employment so easily and whose bank account could not take the usual monthly payments for much longer without one.

Jared turned into a homeless beggar and criminal, albeit just mildly so with the occasional shoplifting or just camping where park rangers didn't like it. Not great, but survivable. That almost changed when he screwed up once at Walmart and forgot to put the hood of his cloak back on after it had accidentally fallen backwards, releaving what was on his head to CCTV cameras. The damn store detectives didn't even really bother to catch him, but instead kept recording in order to upload things to social media. While that probably got them a zillion likes as the video went viral, it also managed to invoke the Sunday Group's attention this way.

Jared became one of the group's cases himself, but luckily, once tracked down successfully, there was a solution that could solve the issues of both parties involved. They could also determine that, apparently, some kind of benign elemental spirit has forged a bond with the former human to turn both of them into a new corporeal entity. Whether this transformation has actually completed or is still ongoing is still a bit unclear though.


Appearance:
Jared has rather pale, almost slightly gray-ish skin, ordinary blue eyes and a bald head -- that is if a bunch of more or less small, quartz-like and slightly colored crystals sprouting through his skin still count as 'bald'. He has learnt from his past mistakes though and hides them under a tight fitting beanie that's less prone to falling off than a hoodie nowadays. Combined with his dark, medium-length beard he's still a bit more of a face to remember actually. People also tend to refer to him as being some sort of bear since he's quite tall and obviously very broad-shouldered and muscular. Another side effect that has slowly emerged over time.


Powers & Skills:

• Miracle worker
  Being associated with the element of earth can be a significant boon in a time when buildings, vehicles and many other everyday items contain vast amounts of stone and metal. He can fix such things, reshape them or break them. That being said, he's not a replicator or even just a fast coin making machine. Depending on the size and complexity of the task it takes its toll in terms of both time and mental focus. Doing things without explosives can still be highly advantageous though and so can effectively manufacturing one's own ammo out of some junk once back in the office.
• Firearms aficionado
  Jared never got any military training, but spent a lot of time with his colleages back then at the firing range for fun. Being able to keep bullet and cartridge prices at an all-time low for himself hasn't exactly mended his addiction either since he joined the Sunday Group. This should not be confused with always being very trigger-happy even in the most inappropriate circumstances however.
• Knockout blow
  Contrary to what some people who don't know him very well might believe, Jared's skin has at least not yet (?) transmuted into any more rock-like outer hull that would have any added physical resistance worth measuring. His bones though ? Not so sure if one assumes that things primarily happen from inside out. What is certain is that Jared's sheer size and bulk are not for decoration, but can hit very hard should he manage to get hold onto some individual. Of course it also helps with carrying stuff of all kinds, be it weapons or other equipment.

The Sunday Group - Seeds and Harvests

I'd like to try and toss my hat into the ring for this one again :)

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Attack

[1d20] Roll: [1] Result: 1

Fyr raised his fist slowly, but no less angrily as reality forced him to stare at the blood running down from his now rather demolished knuckles. That would buff out at some time for sure, but definitely not for the next days or even weeks to come without some magical assistance ? He had quite successfully knocked out the oak table with his strike, but only because the assassin he had actually intended to hit had managed to evade impending doom completely.

It had not even been that other arm where he had just suffered a cut, but the other one that had been still perfectly fine. There was no way to work around this embarrassing misery by claiming to have been impaired, was there ? Worse still, his intended victim was getting back on his feet just as Fyr was trying to start ignoring the pain...