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Hmm I should really ask before I write lol. Aaand another question, is it possible for the dragon to see the human's memories before they bond, if the human is willing?
Thanks :) Working on a post for the bonding scene now.
How much would merrik have told them about the bonding? Would they know about the mind sharing?
How much would merrik have told them about the bonding? Would they know about the mind sharing?
Finally done with the cs, now to try and catch up with the IC lol
Name: Tara Rial
Age: 35
Appearance: 5ft 8
Personality: Tara is friendly and laid back when she's not working and calm and focused when she is. She takes awhile to fully trust others but she is very loyal to them when she does. She is independent and won't follow orders that she feels are unjust or come from someone she doesn't respect. She has a strong sense of morality, she is kind and believes in protecting the weak but has little patience for those who hurt the innocent or professionals who are incompetent.
Backstory: Tara grew up as an only child in a poor family in Otamur. Not wanting to get married or follow her father as a carpenter, she joined the army at 16. She excelled physically but her lack of respect for officers stopped her from rising far in rank. When she was 20 she disobeyed an order that would have gotten herself and the rest of her unit killed and was almost sentenced to death. The prince was suspicious of her commander's report and questioned other soldiers in her unit. When he discovered what had really happened he pardoned her and recruited her to be an assassin, realising she wasn't suited to the military. She trained in the skills of an assassin and quickly proved her worth. By the time she was 25 she was the highest ranked of the kingdom's assassins and a friend of the prince. When Ogual's armies attacked 10 years ago, Tara was no longer needed as an assassin and she became a guard for the prince. There were several attempts on his life from his own people who had been corrupted by the plague, and once a creature who had never been human managed to get into the palace. After five years of war Ogual finally won, the king and prince were killed in battle and Tara fled the country. She spent the next five years wandering and wallowing in her guilt, taking the occasional bounty on criminals to make enough to survive. When Merrik approached her she didn't believe him but even the small chance of being able to fight against Ogual was enough to get her to go with him.
Skills/Abilities: She is very skilled with knives, archery, stealth and is very agile. She is good with a sword and has a basic knowledge of poisons and first aid. The bond has given her the ability to have sudden bursts of speed where she can move fast enough to be a blur to human eyes.
Dragon breed: Lightning/yellow
Dragon Name: Zarketh
Dragon Gender: Female
Dragon Personality: She is impatient and mischievous; often behaving quite like a child, but when the situation demands it she grudgingly becomes more serious. While being very social and outgoing, she has yet to learn how to empathise with those who have different outlooks on life from her own and is bemused by the social etiquette of the humans.
Name: Tara Rial
Age: 35
Appearance: 5ft 8
Personality: Tara is friendly and laid back when she's not working and calm and focused when she is. She takes awhile to fully trust others but she is very loyal to them when she does. She is independent and won't follow orders that she feels are unjust or come from someone she doesn't respect. She has a strong sense of morality, she is kind and believes in protecting the weak but has little patience for those who hurt the innocent or professionals who are incompetent.
Backstory: Tara grew up as an only child in a poor family in Otamur. Not wanting to get married or follow her father as a carpenter, she joined the army at 16. She excelled physically but her lack of respect for officers stopped her from rising far in rank. When she was 20 she disobeyed an order that would have gotten herself and the rest of her unit killed and was almost sentenced to death. The prince was suspicious of her commander's report and questioned other soldiers in her unit. When he discovered what had really happened he pardoned her and recruited her to be an assassin, realising she wasn't suited to the military. She trained in the skills of an assassin and quickly proved her worth. By the time she was 25 she was the highest ranked of the kingdom's assassins and a friend of the prince. When Ogual's armies attacked 10 years ago, Tara was no longer needed as an assassin and she became a guard for the prince. There were several attempts on his life from his own people who had been corrupted by the plague, and once a creature who had never been human managed to get into the palace. After five years of war Ogual finally won, the king and prince were killed in battle and Tara fled the country. She spent the next five years wandering and wallowing in her guilt, taking the occasional bounty on criminals to make enough to survive. When Merrik approached her she didn't believe him but even the small chance of being able to fight against Ogual was enough to get her to go with him.
Skills/Abilities: She is very skilled with knives, archery, stealth and is very agile. She is good with a sword and has a basic knowledge of poisons and first aid. The bond has given her the ability to have sudden bursts of speed where she can move fast enough to be a blur to human eyes.
Dragon breed: Lightning/yellow
Dragon Name: Zarketh
Dragon Gender: Female
Dragon Personality: She is impatient and mischievous; often behaving quite like a child, but when the situation demands it she grudgingly becomes more serious. While being very social and outgoing, she has yet to learn how to empathise with those who have different outlooks on life from her own and is bemused by the social etiquette of the humans.
I seem to have lost all ability to create characters lately. Yay :(
Just have to see if erran can get my brain working next time I see her.
Just have to see if erran can get my brain working next time I see her.
I'm thinking of joining with the yellow/lightning dragon and possibly an assassin character. I'm in the process of catching up on the IC (omg so many words) and it'll take me awhile to get a cs together.
Edit: Although I see you already have a rogue and an assassin so I may need to rethink that. Are all the Cs's up on the other site?
Edit: Although I see you already have a rogue and an assassin so I may need to rethink that. Are all the Cs's up on the other site?
Kyara stopped to watch as a heavily armoured and very angry looking dwarf rode through the camp on a goat, of all things. There were a few dwarves in the band, but none that looked anywhere near as impressive as this one, and she had never seen one riding a goat before. He looked her way and she noted his lack of a beard with surprise before her eyes travelled down and she realised he was definitely a she. That was interesting. She had never met a female dwarf, one of the dwarves in the band had told her that dwarven women were few in number and rarely left their homeland. What was this one doing here then? Her armour, although it had seen a lot better days, was clearly high quality as was the large black axe on her back. She looked like a real warrior, out of place in this band of children and rejects.
The dwarf dismounted outside Rafford's tent and pushed inside without so much as a knock. Now there was someone who might just have both the strength and temperament to stand up to the idiot leader. Curious, Kyara sat down where she could see the tent and tried to appear like she wasn't watching it. About 20 minutes later, the dwarf stormed back out of the tent looking even angrier than she had going in and led her goat off towards the stables. Kyara briefly considered going after her and introducing herself, but decided against it. Best to let her calm down.
-5 days later-
Kyara crouched in the cover of the trees, watching the road and trying to resist the urge to shift position or rub her cold arms. One of the men behind her coughed loudly and she turned to glare at him. They'd been waiting in the cold for hours and she was as uncomfortable as they were, but they still needed to be quiet and not risk alerting their target of the ambush waiting for them. They were being paid a lot of money to kill the old duke who would soon be travelling down this road, enough that Rafford himself had decided to come. She didn't want to be the focus of his anger if they failed. Kine, who she had been briefly introduced to the day before, stood behind the tree next to her, completely silent. Even Rafford could tell that Kine was more capable than most if not all of the soldiers in the band and she had been put in charge of the 30 men with them on this mission.
The sound of horses pulled her attention back to the road. Finally. She focused on her power and felt its energy fill her, ready to be used. Five armed guards on horseback rounded the corner first, weapons sheathed but alert, scanning the area for danger. The carriage followed after and the men behind her shifted and murmured. She gestured for them to be silent without turning around. She had to get the timing of this just right or they could get away. Ten or so more guards came into sight as she waited, until the carriage was right where she wanted it. She reached out with her power and concentrated on what she wanted, strong gusts of winds blew from each side of the road, pushing against the trees that had already been weakened by the soldiers' axes. Four loud cracks sounded as the trees fell onto the road in front and behind of the carriage. The guards unsheathed their weapons and several were already pointing bows towards the trees, but before they could fire the wind spun around them, forming into a whirlwind that spooked their horses and made their bows useless. Another crack sounded as lightning leapt from her hands to one of the five guards in front struggling to control their terrified horses. The man and his horse collapsed and lay twitching on the ground, the smell of burnt flesh drifting up towards her.
The dwarf dismounted outside Rafford's tent and pushed inside without so much as a knock. Now there was someone who might just have both the strength and temperament to stand up to the idiot leader. Curious, Kyara sat down where she could see the tent and tried to appear like she wasn't watching it. About 20 minutes later, the dwarf stormed back out of the tent looking even angrier than she had going in and led her goat off towards the stables. Kyara briefly considered going after her and introducing herself, but decided against it. Best to let her calm down.
-5 days later-
Kyara crouched in the cover of the trees, watching the road and trying to resist the urge to shift position or rub her cold arms. One of the men behind her coughed loudly and she turned to glare at him. They'd been waiting in the cold for hours and she was as uncomfortable as they were, but they still needed to be quiet and not risk alerting their target of the ambush waiting for them. They were being paid a lot of money to kill the old duke who would soon be travelling down this road, enough that Rafford himself had decided to come. She didn't want to be the focus of his anger if they failed. Kine, who she had been briefly introduced to the day before, stood behind the tree next to her, completely silent. Even Rafford could tell that Kine was more capable than most if not all of the soldiers in the band and she had been put in charge of the 30 men with them on this mission.
The sound of horses pulled her attention back to the road. Finally. She focused on her power and felt its energy fill her, ready to be used. Five armed guards on horseback rounded the corner first, weapons sheathed but alert, scanning the area for danger. The carriage followed after and the men behind her shifted and murmured. She gestured for them to be silent without turning around. She had to get the timing of this just right or they could get away. Ten or so more guards came into sight as she waited, until the carriage was right where she wanted it. She reached out with her power and concentrated on what she wanted, strong gusts of winds blew from each side of the road, pushing against the trees that had already been weakened by the soldiers' axes. Four loud cracks sounded as the trees fell onto the road in front and behind of the carriage. The guards unsheathed their weapons and several were already pointing bows towards the trees, but before they could fire the wind spun around them, forming into a whirlwind that spooked their horses and made their bows useless. Another crack sounded as lightning leapt from her hands to one of the five guards in front struggling to control their terrified horses. The man and his horse collapsed and lay twitching on the ground, the smell of burnt flesh drifting up towards her.
Allie shifted the weight of her heavy bag slightly as she walked to the bus stop, her mind going over the work she had to get done tonight and wondering if her dad would be home tonight. Every so often her dad would text to tell her he would be working late and that usually meant he was in danger. One night he hadn't come home and she had waited up until 1 am when her mother had finally come to tell her he had a concussion and was in the hospital. The next time she was with her mother when they got a call to say he'd been shot in the leg, he was in hospital for a week. He wouldn't talk to her about it beyond brief statements of the danger and she had nightmares sometimes about waiting for hours to get a call saying he'd been killed.
“Allie!” A shout drew her attention and she stopped and turned to see a girl with long blonde hair hurrying to catch up with her.
“Hey Sarah.” Allie smiled in greeting and noted the nervousness not quite hidden by the answering smile on her friend's face. They walked in silence for a few minutes, Sarah seeming like she was about to speak several times before changing her mind. Allie stayed quiet, figuring her friend just needed time.
“I.. er.. do... um... never mind.” Sarah stuttered then went quiet, looking at her feet and blushing.
Allie glanced her then looked away, not wanting to embarrass her more. After a moments thought she asked quietly, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah!” Sarah exclaimed quickly. “I'm fine.”
Allie thought about pushing it, but she suddenly had a really uncomfortable feeling about the whole situation and decided to let it go. They got on the bus and the rest of the journey passed in slightly uncomfortable silence.
At home she reluctantly settled down to work on a maths assignment. She couldn't quite focus though, the uncomfortable feeling from earlier refusing to go away and she found herself checking her phone for a text from her father that she knew wouldn't come for another hour at least.
“Allie!” A shout drew her attention and she stopped and turned to see a girl with long blonde hair hurrying to catch up with her.
“Hey Sarah.” Allie smiled in greeting and noted the nervousness not quite hidden by the answering smile on her friend's face. They walked in silence for a few minutes, Sarah seeming like she was about to speak several times before changing her mind. Allie stayed quiet, figuring her friend just needed time.
“I.. er.. do... um... never mind.” Sarah stuttered then went quiet, looking at her feet and blushing.
Allie glanced her then looked away, not wanting to embarrass her more. After a moments thought she asked quietly, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah!” Sarah exclaimed quickly. “I'm fine.”
Allie thought about pushing it, but she suddenly had a really uncomfortable feeling about the whole situation and decided to let it go. They got on the bus and the rest of the journey passed in slightly uncomfortable silence.
At home she reluctantly settled down to work on a maths assignment. She couldn't quite focus though, the uncomfortable feeling from earlier refusing to go away and she found herself checking her phone for a text from her father that she knew wouldn't come for another hour at least.
Mine looks like its shocked and horrified by what I've written. I approve.
The knife reflected light from the candle into her eyes for a moment before she drew it across the man's neck. Blood rushed down his front turning his ridiculous fancy clothes – who did he think he was, a noble? - red and spurting out to catch her in the face. She didn't care. He was already dead as he fell backwards.... No. She sunk the knife into his chest, her eyes were fixed on his face but a hiss of air let her know she'd hit a lung. Good, this would last longer then. She caught him as he began to fall and lowered him to the floor as gently as she could.
“You're going to die a lot slower and in a lot more pain than she did, only seems right.” She told him almost conversationally, still watching his face intently as he coughed and gasped trying in vain to fill his lungs. She almost wished she'd left him able to talk, but no, his face was enough. It expressed the shock, fear and pain just right. She...
“Kyara!” A shout interrupted her train of thought and she looked up from the knife she had been stroking absentmindedly with an irritated frown on her face. She quickly changed it to a smile when she saw the young man running up to her. Aaron was a fairly new addition to the band, and he'd begun trying to impress her soon after he joined. She was still unsure whether it was worth the risk to use his interest to her advantage; he was young, inexperienced, not much of a fighter from what she'd heard, he'd barely made it into the band. It would be a lot of work and risk to get him to the point of being willing to kill his boss for her if it was even possible, and she couldn't see him succeeding where a trained soldier and assassin had both failed. Still, she had failed to come up with anything else in the months following her latest failure so it wouldn't do to burn her bridges with him before she'd reached a decision.
“Doug bet me two gold pieces he could beat me in a fight, want to come watch?” Aaron was grinning eagerly at her. Idiot. Doug was a good fighter and apparently taking part in the old tradition of parting foolish new recruits from more than they could spare.
“Sure, sounds like fun.” She gave him a warm smile and stood up, it would be an opportunity to see if she was completely wasting her time with him at least.
Aaron lead her to where Doug and about ten other men were waiting. They formed a rough circle and Aaron stepped into it after asking Kyara to wish him luck, which she did with forced enthusiasm. One of the men turned to her with a sneer as Aaron and Doug were getting ready, “Come to support your new man? Does he know how the last one ended up?” She spared him a glare then turned her attention back to the fight that was about to start. She had done her best to keep her relationship with Peter as quiet as possible to keep his actions from leading back to her. It had worked enough to stop Rafford suspecting her as being behind the attack, but inevitably some of the men knew about it. At first she had worried about their talk but if it hadn't got Rafford's attention by now, over a year after the attack, there was little danger now.
Aaron was the first to move, throwing a punch that was easily dodged by Doug. The two circled each other for awhile, exchanging blows with no one getting the upper hand. Aaron looked like he was enjoying himself, but Kyara could tell Doug wasn't really trying. Aaron managed to land a punch to Doug's shoulder that made him stagger back a few steps. He whooped and turned away from Doug to wink at Kyara. Doug used his distraction to step in and hit Aaron in the stomach, hard. Aaron dropped to the ground, groaning in pain while the onlookers laughed at him. Kyara turned away in disgust, resisting the urge to throw a knife at him. Useless.
She clenched her fists as she walked away, willing away the magic that surged up in response to her anger. Her mother, Melia, had taught her to control it well, but she was finding it harder and harder these days. Two years of obeying the man who killed her mother in front of her, two years of fake smiles and pretending to agree with every idiotic plan he came up with so that he would believe she was still loyal. Two years of trying to persuade or buy others to carry out her revenge for her, thanks to that cursed spell. Rafford might be a poor leader but he wasn't as useless when it came to his own personal safety. He had hired her mother out of greed for the extra money he could make with a sorcerer's power on his side but he was also afraid of a power he couldn't defend against with sword or armour. So he had hired a wizard to cast a spell that would cause any damage done to him by Melia or Kyara to be done to them as well. It must have cost a fortune but it had saved his life when he had killed Melia for disobeying him. She wanted nothing more than to take her revenge herself, but instead she was reduced to acting through others and she couldn't even get that right. If only she could get the spell removed. Perhaps that should be her next move, pay a wizard to remove the spell. It would require a lot more time to save the money and she didn't like the idea of trusting her life to a wizard, there would be no way of knowing whether it had worked until she put it to the test. Besides, though she refused to admit it to herself, the thought of leaving the band she had been with her whole life and surviving on her own was... intimidating.
“You're going to die a lot slower and in a lot more pain than she did, only seems right.” She told him almost conversationally, still watching his face intently as he coughed and gasped trying in vain to fill his lungs. She almost wished she'd left him able to talk, but no, his face was enough. It expressed the shock, fear and pain just right. She...
“Kyara!” A shout interrupted her train of thought and she looked up from the knife she had been stroking absentmindedly with an irritated frown on her face. She quickly changed it to a smile when she saw the young man running up to her. Aaron was a fairly new addition to the band, and he'd begun trying to impress her soon after he joined. She was still unsure whether it was worth the risk to use his interest to her advantage; he was young, inexperienced, not much of a fighter from what she'd heard, he'd barely made it into the band. It would be a lot of work and risk to get him to the point of being willing to kill his boss for her if it was even possible, and she couldn't see him succeeding where a trained soldier and assassin had both failed. Still, she had failed to come up with anything else in the months following her latest failure so it wouldn't do to burn her bridges with him before she'd reached a decision.
“Doug bet me two gold pieces he could beat me in a fight, want to come watch?” Aaron was grinning eagerly at her. Idiot. Doug was a good fighter and apparently taking part in the old tradition of parting foolish new recruits from more than they could spare.
“Sure, sounds like fun.” She gave him a warm smile and stood up, it would be an opportunity to see if she was completely wasting her time with him at least.
Aaron lead her to where Doug and about ten other men were waiting. They formed a rough circle and Aaron stepped into it after asking Kyara to wish him luck, which she did with forced enthusiasm. One of the men turned to her with a sneer as Aaron and Doug were getting ready, “Come to support your new man? Does he know how the last one ended up?” She spared him a glare then turned her attention back to the fight that was about to start. She had done her best to keep her relationship with Peter as quiet as possible to keep his actions from leading back to her. It had worked enough to stop Rafford suspecting her as being behind the attack, but inevitably some of the men knew about it. At first she had worried about their talk but if it hadn't got Rafford's attention by now, over a year after the attack, there was little danger now.
Aaron was the first to move, throwing a punch that was easily dodged by Doug. The two circled each other for awhile, exchanging blows with no one getting the upper hand. Aaron looked like he was enjoying himself, but Kyara could tell Doug wasn't really trying. Aaron managed to land a punch to Doug's shoulder that made him stagger back a few steps. He whooped and turned away from Doug to wink at Kyara. Doug used his distraction to step in and hit Aaron in the stomach, hard. Aaron dropped to the ground, groaning in pain while the onlookers laughed at him. Kyara turned away in disgust, resisting the urge to throw a knife at him. Useless.
She clenched her fists as she walked away, willing away the magic that surged up in response to her anger. Her mother, Melia, had taught her to control it well, but she was finding it harder and harder these days. Two years of obeying the man who killed her mother in front of her, two years of fake smiles and pretending to agree with every idiotic plan he came up with so that he would believe she was still loyal. Two years of trying to persuade or buy others to carry out her revenge for her, thanks to that cursed spell. Rafford might be a poor leader but he wasn't as useless when it came to his own personal safety. He had hired her mother out of greed for the extra money he could make with a sorcerer's power on his side but he was also afraid of a power he couldn't defend against with sword or armour. So he had hired a wizard to cast a spell that would cause any damage done to him by Melia or Kyara to be done to them as well. It must have cost a fortune but it had saved his life when he had killed Melia for disobeying him. She wanted nothing more than to take her revenge herself, but instead she was reduced to acting through others and she couldn't even get that right. If only she could get the spell removed. Perhaps that should be her next move, pay a wizard to remove the spell. It would require a lot more time to save the money and she didn't like the idea of trusting her life to a wizard, there would be no way of knowing whether it had worked until she put it to the test. Besides, though she refused to admit it to herself, the thought of leaving the band she had been with her whole life and surviving on her own was... intimidating.
Name: Kyara
Age: 26
Race: ¾ human, ¼ elf
Appearance:
Bio: Kyara's mother was a half-elf sorcerer working in a mercenary band. When Kyara was young, her mother performed a ritual to give her daughter the same storm magic she possessed. She raised her daughter in the band, teaching her how to use her magic, how to fight, and not to trust others easily. When she was 23, her mother disobeyed an order that would have gotten her and a few others killed. The leader of the band, Rafford, killed her for it, protected from her magic by a spell he had purchased from a wizard that meant any damage Kyara or her mother did to him would also be done to them. Kyara saw her mother die, unable to use her magic, and ran. When she recovered from the first shock she promised herself she would find a way around his protection, and kill him. She returned to the band and spent the next year convincing Rafford she was loyal to him while studying his habits and thinking of ways to kill him. About a year after her mother's death a soldier in the band fell for Kyara, she convinced him to kill Rafford for her, but he failed. She saved for a year, and managed to purchase an assassin, who also failed to kill Rafford. Just as she was despairing of ever fulfilling her promise, Kine joined the band.
Age: 26
Race: ¾ human, ¼ elf
Appearance:
Bio: Kyara's mother was a half-elf sorcerer working in a mercenary band. When Kyara was young, her mother performed a ritual to give her daughter the same storm magic she possessed. She raised her daughter in the band, teaching her how to use her magic, how to fight, and not to trust others easily. When she was 23, her mother disobeyed an order that would have gotten her and a few others killed. The leader of the band, Rafford, killed her for it, protected from her magic by a spell he had purchased from a wizard that meant any damage Kyara or her mother did to him would also be done to them. Kyara saw her mother die, unable to use her magic, and ran. When she recovered from the first shock she promised herself she would find a way around his protection, and kill him. She returned to the band and spent the next year convincing Rafford she was loyal to him while studying his habits and thinking of ways to kill him. About a year after her mother's death a soldier in the band fell for Kyara, she convinced him to kill Rafford for her, but he failed. She saved for a year, and managed to purchase an assassin, who also failed to kill Rafford. Just as she was despairing of ever fulfilling her promise, Kine joined the band.
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