Krinos Solstice

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Year 3-redo

@Aisling

Dar nodded as she explained what she suspected was going on with Mystique's dragons, a pregnancy would certainly explain why the female wasn't leaving the other dragon's side, or leaving the aquarium. He made a mental note to talk to Mystique about checking up on her once things had settled down again. When Lady Violetta indicated she wished to leave and tend to the refugees, he simply followed her, walking to the kitchen. He remained silent as she gave out orders, observing how she was quick and to the point, not allowing anyone to respond. He knew better than to interrupt her; when she left, he followed her, waiting for any instructions she needed to give to him. He sensed Aura was doing fine on her own, but he couldn't help worrying she shouldn't be alone. What if she got scared? No, she'd be fine, he needed to let her be independent. She would need that as she grew, he knew that. Pushing the thought out of his mind, he continued to follow Lady Violetta.

[Ebonfort] A Common Flame

Aussir heard the flapping of wings, knowing he had attracted the attention of another of his kin. When the drake landed, he still hadn't turned to face him, not particularly in the mood to socialize. The moment he heard the drake speak, he knew he would have no choice but to do so. His original intent was to tell whoever it was to simply buzz off and mind their own business, however, upon turning and noticing the markings on the drake's wings, he realized he had attracted the attention of a Harrok. Perfect. Just what I needed, to get the attention of a Harrok. Can this night get any more worse? he thought bitterly to himself. Despite his foul mood, he knew it best to keep himself civil and in check, lest he make things worse for himself. He cleared his throat, "Forgive me, Great Harrok, I did not mean to make such a ruckus at this time of night." he apologized, bowing his head in respect.

The next thing asked was something he'd have to answer truthfully, "M-my name? Well, you see...um...I..." he fumbled his words. He didn't like saying his real name, it reminded him too much of his father, so he never gave it out. But this was a Harrok, he had to give it, "My name is Alexander Bane, son of the famed arena Gladiator, Dragonsteel." he admitted. He lifted his head, "I was out there to try and calm myself after waking from a nightmare, as I always have. This time, I don't know...there was something more than my anger there. Whatever it was, it caused me to lose control of myself for a moment. I do apologize once again, I didn't mean to cause problems." the male explained, apologizing once again.

[Ebonfort] A Common Flame

Aussir's eyes traveled to her wings when she moved them, they appeared to be like other ones he has seen, muscular. From this quick observation, he figured she was able to use them for flight, a slight pang of jealousy could be felt. His wings, while unique, were useless for flying. However, they also gave him an edge over other Dragonkin in terms of intimidation; those wings were the sole reason why he chose to name himself Aussir Denthanus. The name itself, once translated from Draconic to Common, meant White Terror. He turned his eyes from her wings, back to her. When she ordered her drink, he was impressed with how quickly she had switched between dialects, not many Dragonkin could do it as easily as she had. She is an interesting one, nothing like the others I've met. Then again, those I've met have only ever been an opponent in the arena for me. he thought. He nodded politely when she gave her name, though it was likely he would probably mess it up if he had to speak it.

He noticed she was looking over his shoulder for a moment after she had spoken, "Yeah, I am. Well, I'm looking for any sort of work actually. Not too picky. Can't be when you're a mercenary, you know?" he replied. He looked at the patrons, his nostrils flaring a little, "Though the chances of me finding any work among them seems to be nigh impossible tonight." he told her. It was here her earlier words clicked, had she just...no, he was imagining things. And even if she had flirted with him, he really had no interest. That wasn't to say he didn't find her attractive, he just didn't see the point in flirting, harmless or not. Returning from his thoughts, he realized he was staring at the vial again. He quickly turned his gaze from her, becoming a little flustered by this point; he hoped she hadn't noticed his staring. He decided now was an opportune time to depart, before she'd slap him or something, or he made things even more awkward. "It was nice meeting you, I think I will be departing for the night. Hopefully I will have better luck in the morning." he said, standing.

He was in such a hurry to get out of there, his wings had wound up unfolding a bit and hit a few patrons, who luckily either didn't care or gave him a dirty look. Once outside, Aussir began to untie Destiny from the pole, though his focus was off. He stopped and looked at his hands, What the hell was that Aussir?! Get a grip on yourself! he thought, bringing his hands to his snout and lightly smacking it. It's alright, it's over and in the past now. You're good. Let's untie Destiny, make camp, and try again tomorrow. Forget about whatshername, you'll likely never see her again. I mean, how many Dragonkin are there here? The chances of me running into her again are astronomical. So everything's good. Put tonight out of your mind and lets go. he thought as he finally was calm enough to untie the horse. He led it through the city, following the various weaving paths until he had found his usual spot, starting to set up his tent. For the most part, Aussir ignored those around him, though he kept an eye on Destiny. He knew if she became spooked for any reason, she'd bolt, and he'd have nothing.

He finished setting up camp and stretched, looking up at the sky, Are you there mother? Have you always been there? Do you watch everything I do? I wonder if you're happy up there? Or maybe you aren't. Maybe I've disappointed you by not following your path, maybe you're ashamed of me now. Even if you are, I'm still going to take this path I've chosen. Don't worry about me, I'm not lonely...not really. I have Destiny, though she can't talk back, she makes for great company... he stopped his thought. He let out a sigh, who was he kidding? What Dragonkin wasn't lonely? He lowered his head, removing his sword and placing it back in the pack where it belonged before entering his tent. He wondered if he'd get any sleep this night, or if the nightmare would come again. The nightmare. It was always the same, he was younger, in the arena stands with his father. They were watching two Gladiators in the arena going through their scripted fight as part of the celebration being held; things were going perfectly, until it happened. The moment that changed Aussir's life forever. He watched in horror with his father as his mother slipped and fell forward, the battle-axe connecting with her head and cleanly removing it. Ever since that moment, Aussir has had that nightmare, and tonight was no different.

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It was hours later and Aussir sat up, breathing heavily, tears flowing down the side of his face. One night! That's all I ask! Just one night of peace! Is that too much to ask for?! he mentally called out to whatever higher being would listen to him. He stood from his bedroll and exited the tent, his eyes glowing brightly, while smoke flowed out from either side of his maw. He was beyond pissed, and he had every right to be. He grabbed his sword and made his way outside of town, though not going very far, stopping at a familiar tree. The tree had evidence of previous slashes along its bark, it was clear Aussir used it to relieve his anger. Tonight was different though, his anger was intensified, yet he didn't know why that was. He looked at the tree for a few moments before stabbing the blade into the dirt, letting his instincts take hold instead. The next moment, he had unleashed all his anger and rage in one long breath of flames, the tree burning until it became nothing more than ash. Aussir's anger was less than before, but he felt like he had to do more. Then it happened, the one thing he held onto so much, the hatred that burned so deep within him, sprang forth. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU FOR ABANDONING ME! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?! I WAS A CHILD! I NEEDED YOU, AND YOU ABANDONED ME! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!" he roared.

He took several breaths, his chest rising and falling rapidly, "I hate you so much, father..." he said to himself quietly. He finally calmed down and looked at the sword, "Why? Why did you leave after mother died? Didn't you love her? Didn't you love me...?" he asked. He drew the blade out and made his way back to his tent, returning the weapon to it's sheathe inside the saddlebag. He wasn't likely going to be getting any sleep now, not after that episode. He decided to pack up camp before starting to wander aimlessly through the town, his mood having changed from anger, to somewhat depressed. He was alone in the world, he always knew that; but tonight, he knew that and felt it more than ever before. He had already resigned himself to being alone, but that didn't stop the feelings of wanting to be loved again, to be needed by another. A natural occurrence in his kin, though he would never admit it, even if he ever did find that someone who needed him. He was a loner, and he decided he would stay that way. Nothing and no one could change his mind.

My Dear Canilo

@Terrorbubble Thank you, I'm glad you like her!

My Dear Canilo

Name: 'Sythi' (Real name unknown)

Age: 25

Gender: Female

-Survival-
Faction: Buzzard

Gear/weapons: Slave rags consisting of a torn dress in several places and a rock she found moments after escaping her captors.

Skills: Running(P), Hiding(S), Sneaking(S), Swimming(S)

Powers: Strong bones

-Appearance-
Written Appearance: Sythi stands an even six feet, her messy long hair is mostly blonde with a faded bluish dye in it. Her eyes, should one manage to get a long enough look at them, are a dull green color. Her clothing is torn in several places, most of the dress' skirt torn with holes everywhere. She wears no shoes, as they were stolen from her not long after being captured, so her feet are rather dirty all the time. Her figure is thin, though it's unknown if this is due to genetics, or if she simply refused to eat what was given to her. On the outside, she appears like a normal person, but behind her dull green eyes is a secret. Her body has several visible bruises, especially visible on her legs, though she appears not to be affected by such marks.

-Other-
Personality: Sythi is unpredictable, highly unstable, and sometimes hostile. She suffers from split personality disorder, brought on due to both her genetics and her previous living environment. It is unknown just how many personalities Sythi exhibits, let alone if she even has a personality that was once her real self anymore. She tends to lash out at anything without provocation or warning; she can also be shy and quiet, fearful and a coward, or even a crybaby. It really all depends upon which personality is in control. She also talks to herself, as is typical of one with her condition. Though rare, she has been known to inflict harm upon herself should an angry personality lose control. All in all, Sythi is a danger to everyone and must be dealt with caution.

History: Sythi once was a member of a settlement, but she had grown tired of living in it, mostly because of the overcrowding. So, she left and became a Buzzard, often coming across worthwhile objects she could trade for food. However, as she remained out in the Wilds, her mind began to degrade on it's own. Sythi knew of her family's genetic disease, and she had already started showing signs earlier than normal, most likely due to the Canilo disease which may or may not have played a part in it's quickening. As she made her way to another settlement, she had been unfortunate enough to be rounded up by The Boars and brought underground, turning her into a slave. At first she fought them, her power capable of injuring those not careful enough. Eventually she began to stop fighting back, whether that was due to the disease or the fact The Boars broke her will, is unknown. However, she did suffer trauma while in the tunnels, as did every woman who was a slave. The men would have their way with the women nightly, and Sythi was no exception. This only fractured her mind more, until she finally snapped one day and killed the man who had her that night. She escaped through the tunnels, though it took all night to do so. She found a rock near the exit and brought it with her, making her way back into the Wild once again, though not as the same person she once was.

Etc: Sythi is unstable, and will not hesitate to kill depending upon which personality is in control. Use extreme caution when approaching! She also happens to pick up and collect little odds and ends, whether useful or otherwise; it's unwise to try and take them from her. Also, there's no concept of time in her mind. Events that happened weeks ago, she might believe happened hours ago, perhaps even moments after she recalls them.

My Dear Canilo

Name: 'Sythi' (Real name unknown)

Age: 25

Gender: Female

-Survival-
Faction: Buzzard

Gear/weapons: Slave rags consisting of a torn dress in several places and a rock she found moments after escaping her captors.

Skills: Running(P), Hiding(S), Sneaking(S), Swimming(S)

Powers: Strong bones

-Appearance-
Written Appearance: Sythi stands an even six feet, her messy long hair is mostly blonde with a faded bluish dye in it. Her eyes, should one manage to get a long enough look at them, are a dull green color. Her clothing is torn in several places, most of the dress' skirt torn with holes everywhere. She wears no shoes, as they were stolen from her not long after being captured, so her feet are rather dirty all the time. Her figure is thin, though it's unknown if this is due to genetics, or if she simply refused to eat what was given to her. On the outside, she appears like a normal person, but behind her dull green eyes is a secret. Her body has several visible bruises, especially visible on her legs, though she appears not to be affected by such marks.

-Other-
Personality: Sythi is unpredictable, highly unstable, and sometimes hostile. She suffers from split personality disorder, brought on due to both her genetics and her previous living environment. It is unknown just how many personalities Sythi exhibits, let alone if she even has a personality that was once her real self anymore. She tends to lash out at anything without provocation or warning; she can also be shy and quiet, fearful and a coward, or even a crybaby. It really all depends upon which personality is in control. She also talks to herself, as is typical of one with her condition. Though rare, she has been known to inflict harm upon herself should an angry personality lose control. All in all, Sythi is a danger to everyone and must be dealt with caution.

History: Sythi once was a member of a settlement, but she had grown tired of living in it, mostly because of the overcrowding. So, she left and became a Buzzard, often coming across worthwhile objects she could trade for food. However, as she remained out in the Wilds, her mind began to degrade on it's own. Sythi knew of her family's genetic disease, and she had already started showing signs earlier than normal, most likely due to the Canilo disease which may or may not have played a part in it's quickening. As she made her way to another settlement, she had been unfortunate enough to be rounded up by The Boars and brought underground, turning her into a slave. At first she fought them, her power capable of injuring those not careful enough. Eventually she began to stop fighting back, whether that was due to the disease or the fact The Boars broke her will, is unknown. However, she did suffer trauma while in the tunnels, as did every woman who was a slave. The men would have their way with the women nightly, and Sythi was no exception. This only fractured her mind more, until she finally snapped one day and killed the man who had her that night. She escaped through the tunnels, though it took all night to do so. She found a rock near the exit and brought it with her, making her way back into the Wild once again, though not as the same person she once was.

Etc: Sythi is unstable, and will not hesitate to kill depending upon which personality is in control. Use extreme caution when approaching! She also happens to pick up and collect little odds and ends, whether useful or otherwise; it's unwise to try and take them from her. Also, there's no concept of time in her mind. Events that happened weeks ago, she might believe happened hours ago, perhaps even moments after she recalls them.

The Rebellion of Avenase (An original Final Fantasy RP) (Still Accepting!)

@zaga2575 Well, you know the procedure, my friend. I look forward to seeing what you come up with! ^_^

The Rebellion of Avenase (An original Final Fantasy RP) (Still Accepting!)

@Belle You could also have her go visit the new recruits coming into all the Armored Division barracks, after all, she has priority over the Commanders when it comes to picking recruits.

[Ebonfort] A Common Flame

The sound of the parchment being unrolled for what seemed like the umpteenth time was heard, the clawed hands holding it belonging to the Dragonkin known as Alexander Bane. He read the contents once again before looking around; one thing he disliked about Pyresia, the layout. Sure, it was nice to look at, but quite often he had to get directions, even despite the fact he was born and raised there. He scratched his head, his eyes glowing slightly, You know, next time, I'm not asking a damn Dwarf for directions. I think he purposely gave me bad directions. he thought to himself, clearly irritated. He crumpled up the crudely drawn map and stuffed it into one of his packs before tugging on the reins of his horse, Destiny. The beast moved forward, her hooves clacking against the stone. Alexander, or Aussir as he preferred to be called, decided to take the path heading towards the center of the city. With any luck, he'd find what it was he was looking for, The Labourer.

Aussir was a unique Dragonkin, born from the love of a human and dragon, a rare instance among Dragons as he understood it. However, his life as of late had not been what it should have been, the cogs of fate turning against him. Orphaned before reaching maturity, Aussir grew distant from those he was once close to, even those who were kin. He is misunderstood, a common reaction given to closed off Dragonkin, coupled with loneliness. Aussir's loneliness was beyond that which typically manifested with his kin, and while there were those who truly understood why he was the way he was, the male had never accepted their sympathy. He chose to be alone of his own free will, not because it was thrust upon him as a child. Aussir was drawn from his thoughts when he heard the typical sounds of a tavern, deciding to alter course and investigate to see if it was The Labourer. As he drew closer, he found it was. Sighing, he turned to Destiny, "It's about time, isn't it?" he asked her, almost as if he expected her to respond. He made sure to tie her tightly to the post, moving to one side of her and retrieving a large sword with care from one of the saddlebags, strapping the weapon and it's sheathe to his back. After adjusting it, he took a few steps to the door, pushing it open.

The male had to lower his head as he entered, Of course the place was made by Dwarves, who else makes such a small archway? Sometimes I wonder if they even take other races into consideration when designing these places. he thought. He straightened up once inside, though had to keep his head bent a little, lest he grind the ends of his horns into stumps. He sighed and rolled his eyes, Dwarves, of course. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers, especially in his line of work. He spotted a single empty seat, though that wasn't what caught his attention next; it was who was sitting in the seat next to it. Another Dragonkin. He didn't recognize them, likely because they probably never met before. She appeared to be lost in her own world from what he could see, it was likely she wouldn't pay him any mind anyways, few ever did. He moved through the tavern and sat down at the bar, folding his wings even more. He turned his head to the other patrons, it didn't seem like anyone around there was interested in hiring a mercenary tonight. He let out a sigh, "Well, so much for finding work tonight." he muttered to himself.

He turned to the bartender, "Unless you have need of a bodyguard or something?" he asked. When he got no reply, he grunted before letting his eyes wander to the Dragonkin next to him. His interactions with others were usually male, she had been the first female he ever saw, so naturally he was curious. He didn't quite understand the reason why she wore so much jewellry, then again that could be like her hoard or something. It made sense to him in his mind, though his eyes drifted to what was in her hand, the color entranced him as she spun it. He blinked and cleared his head, was he seriously just thinking of trying to rob her? He couldn't believe himself, his mother had taught him better than that! She'd be rolling over in her grave if she found out! Clearing his throat, he finally turned his head to her, "That's a pretty necklace you have, purple is quite an enchanting color, if I say so myself." he commented, nodding slightly to the amethyst. He turned in his seat to face her properly, "The name's Aussir. What brings you to a place like this?" he asked, casually motioning to the patrons around them.

The Legend of Dragoon: Awakened Fate

@Renny I figured as much, I just wasn't sure if you were aware. I actually like the fact he's paranoid, it makes for a very interesting and amusing read. ^_^