Mictlan93

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

I can do that, but it does leave me a little confused. He's in his 20s, and she was born when he turned 13. I'm guessing bonding between a human and dragon isn't a instant thing, like imprinting? They can't have bonded in the span between 13 and 22? (though, I did realize I had the bond span wrong, so that was an easy fix.) Just looking for some clarification, is all. I might be thinking about the process in the wrong way.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

@hoppiholla391Here's my sheet. Kept it as short as I could.

Quincy Odell

Quincy James “Jamie” Odell

Rider of Alejandra

APPEARANCE— Quincy’s about 5’11”. Thin, toned, athletic frame. Long, muscular arms. Black hair buzzed down, piercing light brown eyes. Fairly tan skinned, marked from head to toe in both fresh and fading scarring.

Clothing is a contradicting subject for Quincy. Spending most of his time in the warm waters of the coast, he usually won't be seen wearing much (if anything at all). If he absolutely has to wear clothes, it’ll most likely be something light and easy to take off. Sleeveless shirts are his favorite. Roomy trousers. A pair of boots that he can slip in and out of with minimal effort. He carries a sandy brown sack across his back, full of assorted clothing articles and other belongings (including a series of spears strapped alongside it.)

AGE— 22
Bonded for 9 years

GENDER— Male

HISTORY— Quincy spent a lot of his time growing up along the east side of Caerel, specifically inhabiting Tyndall Point and Fathom Bay. If you haven’t guessed by now, his mother and father were pretty close followers of the Sea Drakes. They weren’t riders, per se, but the two were close confidants of both Dragon and Rider alike. Instead, the two were researchers, studying the habits, schedules, appetites, and mating rituals of the particular breed.

The two slowed on their findings once Quincy came into the picture, but it didn’t stop the two from introducing their son into the world of the Sea Drakes. Unfortunately, they didn’t initially pique his interest the way his parents would’ve wanted. He thought they were handed the bad end of the evolutionary stick. “Can’t fly? Can’t breathe fire? What’s the point? They’re nothing more than glorified water snakes!” Despite his unsavory opinions, he’d only seen them from afar up to that point, and never really had any intentions on meeting them up close.

That is, until one particularly stormy night. Rider friends of the parents informed the two that a Drake was expecting an arrival soon. His parents thought it kind of cute that a Drake was planned to deliver a clutch on the same night as their son’s birthday, so they took him down to the beach to see the beautiful process in person. Naturally, Quincy didn’t understand what was so “beautiful” about a massive beast plopping out slimy eggs, but he reluctantly went along anyway. Two hours of watching a Dragon go through labor (in the rain, no less) was about as exciting for the boy as you’d expect. Didn’t help that the storm only got worse as the hours progressed. “Welp, thanks for nothing, mom and dad. Twas a mighty eventful thirteenth birthday.” As bratty as he could be, Quincy began storming off the beach. He didn’t get very far, however, as the storm reached a fever pitch. Winds blew him back, and a fierce stroke of lightning cut down heavy flora, pinning him underneath.

Before his parents could rush to help, Momma Sea Drake (having welcomed her eight, already hatching eggs into the world) had acted first, doing much to remove the heavy plant Quincy was stuck under. As soon as it was clear, one of the newly hatched Sea Drakes came to their mother’s side, curious and inquisitive. The lone female born out of a series of males.

That was years ago. Now, Quincy and Alejandra are just about inseparable. That plucky little Sea Drake took a liking to her now master, and his opinion of the Drakes have lightened up since then.

PERSONALITY— Brash and impulsive would be a few of the words used to sum up the boy’s usual demeanor. Has a tendency to talk light of a situation, to understate the dire circumstances of, well, just about anything. His mouth has definitely gotten him in trouble on several occasions. So, what’s the deal with this guy? Is it all some sort of defense mechanism? Or is he just a naive asshole? Who knows, might be the former, might be the latter. Either way, don’t let his foolhardy ways deter you. He has a strong sense of duty as well as a massive respect for his elders and superiors.

TALENTS/SKILLS—

• Swimmer: Living along the beach and raising a Sea Drake has made swimming second nature for Quincy. He can hold his breath longer than most, and his vision has honed to perceive many things while submerged.
• Athleticism: Kinda comes with being a skilled swimmer and Dragon rider, doesn’t it? Possesses impressive amounts of speed, stamina. Owns tightly coiled frame with a massive wingspan.
• Staff Proficient: Quincy has an affinity for most weapons in the staff category, preferably ones that are thrown, like javelins and spears. Has thought of owning a trident, to really tie the whole “ruler of the sea” look together.

FLAWS/WEAKNESSES—

• Fear of Heights: Ironic, given his initial preference of winged dragons. The phobia is to the point that it immobilizes him completely, and disorients and nauseates him.
• Puckered Arsehole: See PERSONALITY. May or may not have a tendency to get into scuffles due to some of the stupid things he'd say.

EXTRAS—

• Carries three light spears, all about 5 and three quarters feet in length, and tipped with sharpened Black Knight teeth. Uses them to fight, fish, and cook.
• Has a sleeve tattoo from the top of his right shoulder, down to the elbow. A simple Drake-scale pattern with the slightest gradient of blue-green color to it, much like Alejandra’s.

Alejandra

NAME— Alejandra “Allie”
GENDER— Female
BREED— Sea Drake

APPEARANCE— About 9 and a half feet in length, and still growing. Scales are a delightful shade of sea blue/green that easily conceals her in some waters.

PERSONALITY—

• Curious of the world around her, even to this day.
• Playful with her Master. Enjoys swimming games with Quincy.
• Protective, almost motherly so. Quincy calls it annoying, especially if she tends to him around others. He secretly loves it though.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

Thought of having a female Sea Drake as my character's dragon...until I realized their rarity. Mind if I keep it that way, or should I just make it male?

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

Just by the title alone my interest was piqued. Gimme a second to look through the opening and characters. I could probably have something to thrown in before the night's out.

Also, what Raven said about appearances applies for me too. S'just what i'm used to. 'Less I could issue out another commission, lol

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

As the Paladin moved in to console her Cleric, the Druid was quick to follow. He may've wanted to straighten his face to correspond to the mood of the changing situation, but he was far too high on cloud nine to come down just yet. Besides, a small grin and upbeat disposition could do much to alleviate a somber moment. "Heh, spooky prison plane...rolls right off the tongue." He chuckled, following the two back inside. "But yeah, Eranah, a obstacle like this shouldn't even slow us down." He reassured softly, pushing his own negative thoughts further into obscurity. "Hell, i'm beginning to think of this as a little vacation! I mean...s'not the most alluring vacation spot, but...we're away from most responsibilities, right...?" He was kinda unsure about that.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

"Oop-" Was all Joey could really utter out as he travelled through the air, in realization of his plan's inevitable failure. He was plucked from his pounce with relative ease, before being tossed away like a dirty pair of knickers. Joey wasn't exactly prepared for that. He would've thought the Earthshaper would've at least tossed him to the ground, and kept the fight between the two. Instead, Horatio found himself hastily colliding with the Hydromancer. Slamming into Drew with a dull WHULFF!, Joey was sure to roll back to his feet quickly, to prevent any sort of vulnerability. He'd be lying if the air wasn't knocked out of him, though. "Sorry 'bout that, mate." He apologized to the Hydromancer, taking a second to regain his breath.

Judging by the bulky Earthshaper's announcement, it was clear he was ready for a retreat. And judging by the increasing disarray of the bar, it seemed they had the perfect cover to leave out on. Thanks to the fire girl's efforts, the place was going up in smoke. It presented with Joey with thoughts that he might've considered out of character. "Do we keep after 'em? Or try and put out this fire?" He'd usually be too self centered to ask such questions. But, they were the only ones playing through his mind in the current.

That, and the slight aggravation towards the Earthshaper who easily outclassed him. It was the first time he was presented with such a problem. And as the guy started flinging earth all over the place, he really felt the need the need to oppose him. Y'know, actually let his heroics shine for once. And yet, the man projected rocks and shards that were way out of his weight class. Not to mention the armor he could barely touch. That feeling of utter defenselessness really tugged at Joey the more he thought about it.

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

Lammy could only look on in surprise as the paladin tackled her drinks, and about as expediently as he did (if not faster). "She doesn't drink, she says..." He mumbled and smirked and crossed his arms. Lily snorted. "I don't drink, Lammy. This is a special occasion." She rubbed her mouth and shuddered. "Blaugh, Nine Hells, stuff tastes almost as bad as that time I got Ankheg blood in my mouth." She said low enough that Hopestone couldn't hear. Lammy looked towards their hostess as Lily took a second to recover. "Thank you again, for all of your hospitality." He said, slightly louder than he thought. Then, peered back towards the lady paladin.

"So, it's been like two years since we've adventured last. What've you been up since then?" He asked her.

She paused a few moments before continuing. "After the Battle of the Moor I went back to Waterdeep to report the events to the Temple, and also to give them Faith's Fire." The patted the hilt of her sword. "They decided that my actions said I was worthy of the sword, though, so I got to keep it. After that I was assigned to work as a guard for a Waterdhavian diplomat trying to broker a peace between Neverwinter and Luskan."

She took a sip from her beer to wet her mouth. "That did not go well. Seemed to at first, we'd gotten to what should have been the end of the negotiations, a representative of the Hosttower of the Arcane and Lord Nasher Alagondar ready to sign the treaty. Then just before they put ink to paper the Hosttower guy sends a light into the air and Luskan soldiers come out of nowhere." She shakes her head. "Lord Nasher didn't even blink as soldiers started pouring out of every home and cellar, just sighed and drew his sword, blows a horn, and then tells us we just need to hold our ground for a few minutes. Take cover in a cellar and within ten minutes a hundred of the Neverwinter Knights come charging into the village, lances ready." She shakes her head. "The craziest part? After we got out Lord Nasher didn't even plan on attacking Luskan for it. Apparently this is so typical of them that it wasn't even worth going to war over."

"Uh...heh...wow." The Druid was at a loss of words a bit. "You've...you've been busy, huh?" He leaned back in his seat, downing another long swig of beer from his cup. "Sounds a lot more exciting than what I've been up to!" He chuckled.

"A Paladin's work is never done." Lily said with a shrug. "Speaking of which." She muttered her Control Word, the latches, straps, and arming points of her plate loosening, and began to remove her armor, starting with her gauntlets and working her way across and down her body, revealing the soft cloth padding she wore beneath. "So what have you been doing, Lammy? Somehow after the Crusade I don't think you decided to get a job herding sheep."

"Nah, I left the sheep herding back at the homestead." He replied, managing to peel his eyes away from the not-so-sensual strip show. "After we split, me and Sheeva kinda just...freelanced around. We collected bounties, found lost items, protected struggling families, rescued cats out of trees. Y'know, the usual. Made a little bit of gold for my troubles, sent it back with Amaya. (You remember Amaya, right? Pigtails, taller than you, shorter than me?)

"I actually ran into her again a few months back, and we travelled around for a bit. Got a ton of magic training done, with lil' sis as the mentor. She suggested I look into the other elements, but I decided to stick with fire for the time being. I can conjure fireballs without barely even thinking about it now!" He thought about showing her right then and there, but considering all the hard alcohol in the area, it wasn't really the best idea.

Sheeva flapped down from her perch in the rafters, landing in one of the adjacent seats. "Chi-weirk! (And, she's with child as well!)" She added with some excitement, with in turn, made Lammy excited.

"Oh yeah, how could I forget?! I'm gonna be an uncle!" He announced. "It's still kinda early, so we don't know if it's a boy or a girl, but I know we're gonna have another druid in our family!" He was beaming a bit, and took another long swig of beer to calm himself down. "Amaya was on her way back to the homestead to tell our parents the news. That was like, a few days ago. Then...this...happened." He gestured about the tavern.

She reached over and clapped him on her shoulder with her now-bare hand before starting to work on her other arm. "You haven't had such an uneventful time yourself, albeit less insane than what tends to happen when I'm around." She grinned.

Lammy couldn't help but grin back. "Heh, yeah. But, insane is easier to endure when around you, Y'know? Like, you make insane doable." He replied with a chuckle. The druid pondered in that brief moment, recounting significant moments leading up to the present.

"...It's kinda funny, thinking back. Actually being able to reminisce on some of our accomplishments. Wouldn't be able to think back on these things if I was still home. I'd probably still be a lazy, jobless bum if I'd had never met you guys. Still blaming the world for my own shortcomings." He smirked, voice lowering. "You've had more impact on my life than you know, Lily. Really, changed me for the better." He admitted sheepishly, staring into his cup.

She smiled at him, her cheeks reddening a little bit. It took her a few seconds to work out how to respond, taking a sip of her drink. "You sell yourself too short, Lammy. Even if me or Eranah or any of us hadn't been there you still would've come, would've fought the good fight. You've got a heart like a lion."

"If I've got a lion's heart, then you've got the...bigger...lion's...heart." He stumbled a bit on his words. He could name all the strong, courageous animals in the world, but couldn't think of one just then. His brain was going a mile a minute, as was his pulse. "Seriously, watching you fight, or tackle a situation, or rally us together...I was never not inspired. Felt like I wanted to be you just as much as I wanted to be...with...you." His mouth and head were moving at two different speeds, and that little ditty kind of just slid out before he could catch himself. Now his face was red.

"I, uh..." Lily went a similar shade of red. "Um." She glanced around the room. This was not the situation she wanted to have a conversation like this. Quickly she formulated a devious plan, finishing removing the plates on her boots and setting her armor aside. She belted Soul's Fire back around her waist, then glanced over at the others.

"Hey, I need to get some air, I'll be just outside." She tilted her head at him, trying to indicate that he should come with her. Lily had many strengths and good qualities, a strong sense of subtlety wasn't one of them.

"O-oh...er...umm..." Lammy wasn't exactly sure how he was to react to her reaction. Now that his feelings were out in the open, he thought she might've been turning him down. Either way, he stood from his seat, ready (if hesitant) to follow her.

She stepped out into the cold air. The sun had finished its descent sometime since they'd stepped inside, and the moon lay high in the sky, a crescent but blazing as bright as any full moon Lily had ever scene. She looked up, and felt a chill run through her stomach. The stars were so strange here, alien patterns in the sky, and no sign of the Tears of Selune in the moon's wake.

She stepped down the street a short ways from the inn, then turned around, looking at Lammy. Truthfully, she had no idea what she was going to say. "I, um..." Brilliant, Lily, she thought. "I missed you." She managed to get out.

A little voice poked into her thoughts. No, really? You missed him? Why don't you tell him something else blindingly obvious, preferably something you already told him in more words.

"You, uh..." She stammered, then just decided to hell with it. "You made all the dark places seem a little brighter. I don't think I laughed as much in the whole time we were apart as I did in the little time we were together.

Something tingled in the back of her neck, she took it for embarrassment. The little voice in her head calling her an idiot didn't help matters there.

There was an...unexplainable sensation buzzing through Lammy's brain. Could've been the alcohol. Between it, and Lily's words, he was far too focused on the moment to notice the chilly night breezes passing through his clothes. He closed the gap between the two, the Druid taking up her hands. Warm, soft, but firm and powerful all the same. He felt she could save the world all by herself if she wanted. "I don't think I could've brightened those places without you." He leaned in slowly, his forehead touching hers. "You've filled me with so much hope..."

She looked into his eyes. She wanted to say something else, but no words came to mind that made any sense - half of them seemed to be in different languages, and most of the rest were gibberish. Lily swallowed nervously, then mustered that courage that let her stand against a dozen screaming Orcs without flinching, led her back into a blazing building to find one more life, and gathered more of it than she ever knew she had, leaned forward and kissed him, quickly and more than a little clumsily.

It was partially expected, but Lammy was wholly surprised nonetheless. Either way, he was lost in the moment now. Nothing else, just the Druid, and the Paladin. He leaned back in, holding the kiss longer than just a frantic peck. Introduced some tongue to the equation. It grew longer and warmer still, and his hands began to move on instinct, exploring and caressing the curves of her padded waist.

Lily slipped her arms behind him, pulling him against her, running her fingers into his hair and holding him tight. She felt so foolish for not doing this sooner - but at least she did it now.

Then, an intense shiver traveled up and down Lammy's spine. Was it the anticipation of the moment? Or just the weather finally getting to him? Paired with it, was a minute stench on the air. Something unnatural, feral, and close. Wasn't Lily, obviously. Made him remember that being outside after dark wasn't the best mode of action in this town. It brought him out of the moment, if only briefly. "Lily, wait." He pulled back the tiniest bit, just enough to talk. His voice kept low and soft. "Let's go back inside. Don't want anyone worrying about us." He added, really not wanting some sort of monster ruining the moment.

Lily sensed it too, a cold thrill up her spine that had nothing to do with the warmer feelings the moment was giving her. She slipped her hand from around him reluctantly and nodded. She started to head back inside when she noticed that they weren't alone, her other old friend sitting against the wall of the inn not ten feet away from them.

"...hi, Eranah." She said, her face burning so hard she was certain it was glowing in the night. "It's, uh, getting kinda dark, so we were just thinking you might want to come back inside."

Brilliant cover, Lily.

There was an immense amount of happiness welling up in Lammy in the awkward moment. He stifled a laugh, holding back from busting a gut. "Lily, I think she saw everything!" He loudly whispered to her, continuing to lead her over the threshold.

"Shut up, Lammy." She ground out. Eranah was the last person she would have wanted to see that. Not because she felt like she had looked like a fool, although she did, but because she had the sneaking suspicion she was going to have either A: a visit from her discussing proper propriety with such matters please merciful Torm no, or worse: a visit where she imparted her age old wisdom. Lammy on the other hand, just chuckled some more.

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

It's doable. Our GM's character is a Paladin, after all. Scribble up a sheet and let's see what happens!

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

Sure! Given the party's current size, we could always use a new mate!

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

"FUCKIN' CATCH!" Initially, Joey thought "Yeh, she is a catch, inn'she?" in regards to the crossbow clad mage, before realizing the Earthshaper was actually telegraphing an attack. So naturally, as the big ol' chunk'a rock came hurtling towards him, our ravishing rogue put his hands up to catch it, deflect it, or at least make the impact hurt less. He was quick enough to get his hands up, at least, couldn't do anything about the rock though. He tried pushing it away as it flew through the air, and he could feel the opponent's forces pushing back. Much, much stronger than he would've expected.

So, he did the next best thing: sidestepping. This attempt for naught, however. Even as he began to move, the dodge was cut short as the rock slammed into his right shoulder. "HHhk-!" He stumbled off kilter, the shoulder and arm wracked with pain. Sensations he was trying to ignore up to this point, were now at the front of his mind. "Agh, ya bint! Just got this arm fixed a few hours ago!" Joey cried over the roar of the crowd. Turning focus away from his opponent for just a second, he took note of the heat slowly growing nearby, as a table was lit on fire (of course it was, it was natural progression) and was currently being tossed away.

"Nightshade's getting away!" He could hear, and without a doubt, Joey quickly noticed the hooded figure making for the door. "Guess i'm gonna hafta work a lil' faster if I want those wicked knives." He turned his attention back towards the bulky Earthshaper. "Fine then." He took off towards his target, flashing his steel in his free hand. "Imma dominant lefty anyways!" He pounced once more. With a swipe of his left arm, the shards in his possession were sent back to their owner with extreme prejudice, mostly towards the man's facial region. He was sure they would barely distract him, but he planned on following up with his dagger, and hoping for the best.