Mictlan93

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

@FrozenPhoenix I could always have Quincy butt in. S'not like i'm doing anything important (I mean, i'm working on a english final, but it'd be nice to post while I still got the writing bug.)

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

"Uggh!" Quincy groaned at Sarge's order, but caught himself, hoping said groan wasn't too loud. The last thing he'd want to do was get on her bad side before the mission even began. That being said, he wasn't a fan of staying on the surface too long. Everyone knew Drake and Rider alike moved exponentially faster when completely underwater. Of course, the two would have the come up for air eventually, but usually such a moment was brief. Staying on the surface meant that the two would be taking on tons of wind, even if Quincy was in his typical rider position. Wind only created drag, and drag only slowed the two down. This subtraction of speed made him feel like they were handicapped.

Despite all this, Quincy kept his opinions to himself. He was never one to go against a superior's order, his parents made sure of that (and, again, he really wasn't trying to upset his superior any time soon). He'd be damned if he didn't quietly fume about it most of the way there, though.

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Ten hours later, Quincy perked up out of a daydream to notice the island rushing up on the horizon. Looking up, he could make out the faintest image of Sarge addressing the others. He couldn't hear her due to distance and the roar of passing water, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to tell that they were looking to rest on this particular island. "Land ho, Allie. Looks like we're taking our first pit stop." He addressed the Drake, giving her a quick rub between the eyes.

Quincy was quick to dismount as Alejandra beached herself. He groaned and stretched and shook his limbs out. Naturally, Allie was visibly exhausted. "Hey, hey," He approached his companion, meeting face to snout. "Never did something like that before, huh?" He grinned and gave a thankful rub. "You did damn good today, girl." She snorted and flicked her tongue at him, appreciative of the complement.

"You're exhausted, yeah? C'mon, get on my back. I'll carry you this time." He dropped his bag and turned away from her, in attempts to follow up on his offer. Eager for the piggyback ride, Alejandra was quick to stretch across her rider's back. This backfired immediately, as the weight of a Sea Drake dropped Quincy into the sand with a dull FWUMP!

"Oop, no, I lied, you're heavy." He strained from under her. Allie let out a few husky rasps at the antics, something that might've resembled laughing. As he managed to squirm from under her, Quincy hopped back to his feet, showing a toothy grin. "C'mon, let's meet with the others." He began off, casting away his soggy, sandy shirt.

At the top of the hill, He was slightly disappointed to see a good chunk of the group had already beat him there, making note of the Black Knight rider, Oberon, already down for a nap beside his dragon. "Definitely would've gotten here first if we were able to go top speed." He boasted mentally as he approached.

"So!" He clapped his hands. "Who wants to get started on a fire? Less time I spend in my skivvies, the better." He found a spot in the grass to lounge in. Alejandra did the same, plopping her head into his lap.

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"Sarge and Inirath always know how to make an entrance." Quincy thought, face twisting into a grimace as his superior was quick to get the mission underway.

"If no one has any last words...let's get in the air. Caerel doesn't have time to waste." He gave Alejandra a disagreeing look. "Really? Let's get in the air?" He mumbled as he looked about his dragon, half expecting her to sprout wings that very moment. "No respect I tells ya, no respect..." He mumbled some more, shaking his head. Allie looked at her rider quizzically. "Don't worry girl, I love you juuuust the way you are." He cooed. That, and it seemed like everyone some last words, as riders began introducing themselves one after the other. He had to assume it was for the girl with the frostbite dragon.

"Quincy Odell. Jamie, for short." He introduced himself as he approached her, Allie beginning to wrap her tail around his waist. "Caitra, right? Think I've seen you around Draketooth some days. Welcome to the "Save the World" club! Talk to Sarge when you get the chance, she'd want your size info for our club jackets." He joked in a plain tone. Before he could get another word in, Alejandra yanked him away from the group, eagerly racing back down the hill towards the beach. "Hey, you could've just said you were ready to go-!" He piped up, jiggling in her grasp.

She didn't let go until the two re-entered the depths, much to Quincy's dismay. "Allie! Really?! Could've you at least waited for me to take my shirt off?!" He complained, splashing about as he mounted her. "Ugh, now i'm gonna be all soggy." He continued, ungratefully. "C'mon, let's get a better line of sight. Don't want them all taking off without us knowing." He added. Allie complied, speedily swimming around to another point. As they moved, he gave thought to the idea of the ten hour travel time.

"Geez, my wrinkles are gonna have wrinkles." He thought aloud, scoffing along the way.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

@hoppiholla391 Clarification time. Going by your post, it's early morning, yes? Last I posted, I made mention of it being high noon (and, seeing as no one corrected me, I thought I was on the right track). Did a day pass, or did I just get the time of the setting wrong? Wanted to know, since a good chunk of my next post would've involved describing the passing day.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

Posted my intro as well. Gotta good feeling about this!

...wait, hold on. gotta make massive edits to the post. Turns out i'm super wrong, and also dumb.

Edit: Updated post, fixed mistakes.

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Any other day, Quincy would've either been holed up in his residence, waiting for his next assignment to pop up, or somewhere in the waters of Caerel, fishing for a snack. Instead, he decided to check up on his parents, who've which got him right to work at some chores. As soon as he entered the cozy little homestead, his mother confiscated her son's sack, and had him sorting out and tidying notes.

"You should visit more, she says! We miss you, she says!" He mumbled, collecting a series of illustrated scrolls. His father, overhearing the grumbling, assisted in the work. "Don't blame us, you could've just picked a better day to come in." Quincy grumbled some more.

"Didn't you say you had some sort of meeting today? Something important?" His father added. Quincy paused in reply. "Yeah, but I just came from that like, not too long ago..." He had a feeling he might've been wrong with the time. They were supposed to meet up somewhere else, right? Quincy's father gave him a look that only made him question his choices even more. He got a good look at the sun as he bolted to the front door. The sun was only beginning to rise. "Shit! Ambridge Ridge!" He was indeed wrong about the time. "Maaaaaahhm!" He called out, running back inside. "I need my stuff, i'm gonna be late-!" She met him head on, almost being bowled over in the process.

"Here. I've lined the inside with waterproof fabric. Keep the sack closed tight enough, and your belongings should stay dry when you go swimming with Alejandra." She explained with a smile. A little surprised, Quincy wasn't expecting such a modification to be implemented so quickly. Either way, he wasn't complaining. "Thanks, Momma." Placing his spears in their designated holsters, he gave his mother a quick peck before sprinting down to the beach. He let out a shrill whistle as he neared the water. "Allie!" With a simple, frantic call, a majestic beast stretched out of the sea, arcing back in a loud, shrill call. Quincy wasn't impressed.

"Who're you showing off for? C'mon Allie, we need to go." He rid himself of the loose clothing hanging from him, stuffing the articles into his sack. As the Sea Drake lowered back into the wake, Quincy dived in after her. "Hey, you remember we had to congregate in the desert, right? Sarge said? That was today, right?" He asked, mounting the dragon. She let out a few snappy trills in reply. "Well, why didn't you remind me? C'mon, we gotta get out to Ambridge Ridge...alllllll the way on the other side of Caerel...the highest point, no less." Allie agreed with the complaining tone, snapping in return. "Tell me about it. No respect for the Sea Drakes." With that, Alejandra dove, speeding towards their destination.

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As a rider of a mighty sea serpent, initial training consisted almost entirely of learning the rivers, streams, ponds, and swamps of Caerel. Doubly so if they led back to the oceans. Unfortunately for the two, there weren't any rivers that cut completely through the island, and especially none that led to Ambridge Ridge. So, they'd have to take the long way around.

Took a while, but eventually the two reached the dusty shores of the Ridge. In the grand scheme of things, such a quick trek would be nothing compared to the journey Anara had planned. The dragon and rider slowly breached, striding up the sand. Quincy sighed as he looked over the plain, sandy landscape. It wasn't much to look at, but the being one of the drier portions of the island, it wouldn't take much for him to dry up. Alejandra followed him out of the water. Her legs may've been smaller than most dragons, but they were still strong enough for her to walk on land with no hindrances. Curiosity overtaking her, Allie's eyes darted about the place, looking for peculiar things to sniff and poke.

"Guess we weren't meeting on the beach..." He motioned towards his dragon, and the two began travelling inward. He remembered the mention of congregation at the tallest point of the area, much to his dismay. Telling noises cut across the quiet landscape, the distant cries of dragons giving the boy a rough idea of where they were meeting up. He began off in a trot, figuring he'd dress himself once he had a chance to meet with the others.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

Alright, moved my character. Shouldn't take too much for me to catch up to current events.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

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. The colder temperatures of some waters don't even phase him.
• Athleticism: Kinda comes with being a skilled swimmer and Dragon rider, doesn’t it? Possesses impressive amounts of speed, stamina, strength, and dexterity. Owns a 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.

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

Lammy's smirk instantly dropped into a look of disappointment. "Awwww maaaan!" He whined, shoulders slumping down like a spoiled child denied a new toy. "This could've been a nice, calming (for the most part) night! But then this had to go and happen!" He thought, reluctantly looking on as Lily fetched for her armor. Sheeva flapped up to his shoulder as he collected his staff.

"chiwierk? (What's all this about?)" The hawk queried. "Good question." Lammy quickly replied. "Hey," He addressed the red cloaked individual. "Daskard, i'm assuming? His Lordship? Are we celebrities now?" He asked.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

Okay, yeah, yup, we're on the same page now. I went full retard with that little mistake, thanks for calling me out on it.

...wow seriously that painted like, the best first impression of me, how embarrassing.