Mangrale

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

@Darkmoon Angel
Yeah, I think I'll do just that.

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

Draconic Nomad Viranti

@Darkmoon Angel

That's pretty cool actually, maybe I should rethink my choice. :P

Camp Castaway

@LiegeLord
"Um, okay then..." Cecilia responded, peering down at the the rear of the boat for a second before smiling nervously yet appreciatively at James. "Thanks James," she nodded while lowering her foot and landing it as centered as possible to avoid tilting the canoe one way or another. Hanging onto the dock, she methodically lowered her other leg, her muscles tensing up but ultimately she made it successfully barring for a little rocking when she committed her entire weight to the boat. It was definitely nerve wracking for her, but by the end, she knew she'd be a lot worse off if James hadn't been there holding the canoe on his end. She sighed in relief, smiling as she nodded again at him.

"Okay, I'm on. I think I have an idea. I might be able to keep the boat from swaying that much if I absorb a bit of its kinetic energy. It will still move in water, but it should be less inclined to tip over." Cecilia didn't wait to place one hand on her seat and the other on the side of the boat. Thin, minute aura strands of purple may be seen streaming out of both areas and to her hands. Soon the boat settled, still subject to movement on the water, though James would find it disinclined to tilt over, his footing more solid. "Okay, that should do it. Still, try an be careful alright?"

Camp Castaway

@LiegeLord
"In that case I hope it lasts a long time too," Cecilia said smilingly, stepping onto the narrow wooden dock along the side of the calm water, the canoes lined up and ready for departure. She looked down at one, the paddles they'd be using placed neatly and plainly on it while a simple rope can be seen tying the boat to the dock. Getting on sounded like a simple enough task, but she didn't think it wise to just jump on immediately. "Hmm... Would you like to get on first, James? I can help keep it steady for you. Just remember I'd like to be at the back, okay?" she reminded him pleasantly, standing by the stern with her hands behind her.

Camp Castaway

@LiegeLord
I gotta take care of something. I'll come back later on. Just another heads up. :)

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

Don't mind me, just destroying evidence. XP

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

@Gareth@Darkmoon Angel
Thanks you two.

I have an idea of where I want to take his evolutions. I personally like em, and will definitely update the CS regularly. :)

Camp Castaway

@LiegeLord
Cecilia giggled a little. She never heard a promise followed directly by a concession upon the event of it's failure before. "Thanks James. I can swim, but if we run into some rapids, I'll be counting on you," she joked, albeit more to mask her tinge of nervousness over what she had pegged as the worst case scenario the last time she thought about it. She pondered his question, looking ahead as she did so. "I'm not sure exactly. I wouldn't think they'd pick out a very long course, since many of us are probably inexperienced. But maybe if the water's calm and the course simple, hmm... I'm not sure," she admitted, then turning to him. "What do you think?"

Camp Castaway

@LiegeLord
Cecilia couldn't be angry at either of them, but was certainly caught off guard. If anyone told her that a being of dark shroud, perhaps of otherworldly origin would tease about girls in swimsuits, she'd... well first of all think that person was crazy for suggesting such beings existed, but also reject the notion that voids could understand that kind of thing. Maybe Neric developed a sort of mischievous side over the years. Or perhaps he and James are so connected that they share thoughts or something, maybe even feelings. If that was the case... Cecilia shook her head frantically, not wanting to let her imagination get the better of her again. At the same time, she didn't feel like having an awkward silence punctuate their first event together. "I-It's okay guys... I just got caught off guard. Don't beat yourselves up... But if you want to make it up to me, you can help make sure our canoe is the right side up by the end, alright?" she said with a bright smile on her face as she walked alongside James and placed her hand on his shoulder. If he looked at her, he would see her blushing still. However, she didn't seem to care at the moment.

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

@Darkmoon Angel
This is what I got so far. I'll definitely fix and add more stuff including more evolutions later.

Hunter Viranti

Appearance

Name

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Viranti Felrave (Hunter Viranti)

Age

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48

Gender

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Male

Race

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Dragonute (Wasteland Type)

Element

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Fire

Appearance

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Viranti is relatively young, as dragonutes of his far off, native land have a life expectancy averaging about 200 years under stable conditions. His rough, reddish hide and lack of wings are typical of residents of the deadly desert where he hails from, his back-facing horns and long ears often found in members of his clan. He has a muscular build and sports tattoos over his arms meant to signify endurance and strength. He wears garb worn primarily by his people’s warriors as well as restraints from his time in bondage. He prefers to wear light clothing overall.

Personality

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Viranti tends to be rather brass and short tempered, with little thought to the long term repercussions to his actions. Growing up in the brutal wastes that his ancestors had long ago sought to abandon and that his kind have been forced to live in, he strives toward self reliance. This is especially so after his imprisonment for a few decades. He is very confident in his abilities and is always up for a fight, whether it is in behalf of someone else or to sharpen his skills. Not very knowledgeable about life outside of his homeland, his outlook is more simplified than most. On the day he was chosen, he was essentially a former survivalist, hunter and prisoner exposed to the wider world. Time will tell how he adapts.

Biography

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Many centuries before the Great War, on the isolated island continent of Gomoro, the dragon-kind were essentially scattered throughout the terrible desert wasteland which is known to this day as the Red Dust. Legends endure of a wanderer, a man born of dragons that emerged from a mountain overlooking the desert and that he travelled, meeting and earning the trust and admiration of all he had met, a large nomadic tribe eventually forming around him. He intended to lead his people out of the desert, convinced he’d find a new home for them someday.

It was under the leadership of this man, called the Lord of Red Dust, that they had found the border between the wasteland and the lush fields belonging what was then the kingdom of Zamza, the dominant power of the continent at the time. Many years passed, yet the monarchy refused to allow the nomads entry into the land. In time, the Lord of Red Dust saw his people divide into two ideologies, each under the head of one of his two most trusted warriors. One called for a settlement by the border from which to live in peace and cooperation with the humans, whereas the other endorsed open conflict to take the land by force.

Tensions mounted and as the city of Senka rose to symbolize the willingness of many dragonutes to work with humans, others could not ignore what they felt belonged to them and soon raids and skirmishes on outlying Zamza settlements along the border erupted into outright war between both races, forcing the hands of all involved. The conflict lasted decades, costing the lives of millions. It was on the devastating assault on the Zamza capital city, that the Lord of Red Dust vanished without a trace, his ultimate fate a point of modern day speculation and contention.

Nevertheless, his loss is universally considered among dragonutes as the major reason their ancestors lost much of their will to fight. Eventually four powerful human warriors emerged to battle their way to Senka, eventually laying waste to the city and forcing its abandonment, ending the war. Retreating back to the wasteland, the dragonutes returned to their search for a suitable home, in time finding colossal mountain ranges that hid among them a vibrant valley, once home to an ancient race of giants, remnants of their once formidable civilization strewn across the landscape.

The valley which was rich with life, came to be called Wyrnerva, the dragonutes vision of heaven. However, even this oasis wasn’t enough to prevent disunity from arising once more, arguments of the past as well as the allocation of resources and power igniting infighting as never before. After years of civil instability, the newly crowned sovereign saw his enemies banished from Wyrnerva, a sizable crowd of which settling in what has been referred to colloquially as the Giant’s Graveyard, which held their best chance of survival due to many creatures’ odd tendency to gravitate towards the area to die.

And so, the dragonutes of Gomoro diverged mainly into two types over the years. Those of the valley are said to be blessed by the life energy contained within the valley and have armor like scales and powerful wings with which to soar through Wyrnerva as they please. Dragonutes of the wasteland however, have only better adapted to life in what is basically their punishment, their heritage from their forefathers. This state of separation has continued through Agni’s acquisition of Gomoro as a whole, leaving only the mountains surrounding Wyrnerva and the adjacent wastes under dragonute control. It has even continued beyond the Godfall and Great War, both occurring within Viranti’s lifetime.

Viranti was born to a warrior clan residing within the Giant’s Graveyard, with aspirations of reuniting his his fractured people at an early age. Although an adept hunter, he often found himself in trouble among the clan elders for his reckless behavior. It wasn’t long until his carelessness got the better of him and he was caught with a friend trespassing near Wyrnerva, afterwards being sent into an underground prison built into a deep and narrow ravine designed especially for inmates unable to fly. Known as The Tear, escape was all but impossible and prisoners were only just barely kept alive under severe living conditions.

His friend would not survive beyond decade one, but Viranti would go on to persevere until increasing instability within Wyrnerva’s dominion meant it could no longer allot resources to the control of the prison, the inmates being left behind to die. Fighting against fellow dragonutes and even humans for dwindling rations would certainly stamp out whatever idealism he had left in his childhood. Yet he survived, even narrowly avoiding being crushed when an earthquake collapsed much of the ravine. It was as he looked up from the dust and rubble that he saw a great light emanating from high above the Tear. That was the moment, he was chosen.

Evolution

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1 (Flame Huntsman Viranti) - Upgraded sword that glows red with heat. Chains grow partially from neck and arm shackle. Beginnings of light armor pieces across body, including tail.

2 (Blaze Bringer Viranti) - Upgraded flaming sword and armor pieces (armor has begining traces of darkish red coloration). Chains grow further while shackles develop in appearance to compliment armor aesthetic.