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Banned for having mole hands.
RoShan was busy sitting in one of the forested regions of Erith. Sleep didn't come easy for him, not this far from the Nest and Mirfield. The bronze scales that covered his rigid, spiky body did little to camouflage him through the trees. Animals were quiet, and stayed hidden in their dens as the great, massive beast waited for sleep to finally overcome him. It'd been a long time since he'd left the Nest, even when others had before him. Distrust of humans and their willingness to hunt for one of the most dangerous creatures to ever live had kept him planted in the Nest for years after the others had left to return to the world.
As he laid there, allowing his thoughts to wander, finding little ways to entertain himself, a sharp pang of anguish overtook him. It didn't last long though, and in a moment it faded back into his hearts. He raised his head hi, and looked to the stars above. What had been able to cause sadness in his cold, hollow hearts? Ever since he'd left Mirfield for the Nest, he hadn't felt sadness.
Leave. Never return.
Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage. As in the distance, the anguished roars and cries of his fellows pierced the night sky, RoShan let out a mighty bellow that would make the hearts of men quiver in fear. It was one of pure rage and malice, filled with centuries of aggression and hatred. The dragon from Mirfield would not stand for this sort of transgression. If the Queen had fallen, had been slain, then there was nothing tying him to the Nest anymore. No one holding him back. As the rest of his kin fled from the nest, RoShan returned, searching the dark ground for the village that dared make its home closest to the Nest.
The humans would pay for their crimes.
As he laid there, allowing his thoughts to wander, finding little ways to entertain himself, a sharp pang of anguish overtook him. It didn't last long though, and in a moment it faded back into his hearts. He raised his head hi, and looked to the stars above. What had been able to cause sadness in his cold, hollow hearts? Ever since he'd left Mirfield for the Nest, he hadn't felt sadness.
Leave. Never return.
Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage. As in the distance, the anguished roars and cries of his fellows pierced the night sky, RoShan let out a mighty bellow that would make the hearts of men quiver in fear. It was one of pure rage and malice, filled with centuries of aggression and hatred. The dragon from Mirfield would not stand for this sort of transgression. If the Queen had fallen, had been slain, then there was nothing tying him to the Nest anymore. No one holding him back. As the rest of his kin fled from the nest, RoShan returned, searching the dark ground for the village that dared make its home closest to the Nest.
The humans would pay for their crimes.
Merc vote.
Banned for denying instead of banning.
Name: RoShan (Row-Shahn)
Gender: Male
Stage: Dragon
Ancestry: Mirfield
Appearance:
Personality: RoShan is an older dragon, past three hundred in years, and so he has had time to develop his particular brand of distaste for humans. Ever since going into hiding, he'd been reclusive and quiet, doing little more than hunting, eating, and sleeping. When talked to, or asked of anything, he'd rarely speak, and when he did it always sounded frustrated, forced, resentful. Even the comforting presence of the Queen did nothing to soothe the rage that built inside of him. During the decades before the return of the dragons, RoShan began to express his hatred of the humans who drove them into hiding.
RoShan believes that humans are a plague on the world, and deserve nothing less than a complete and utter genocide. They started a war when the dragons went into hiding, and those that would see them dead for no reason other than glory or a few scales deserve a slow death. Any time that he doesn't spend attending the Queen, as he is bound to do, he spends flying across the land, meeting the challenges set upon him by the foolish humans that believe themselves strong enough to kill a titan of the sky.
Gender: Male
Stage: Dragon
Ancestry: Mirfield
Appearance:
Personality: RoShan is an older dragon, past three hundred in years, and so he has had time to develop his particular brand of distaste for humans. Ever since going into hiding, he'd been reclusive and quiet, doing little more than hunting, eating, and sleeping. When talked to, or asked of anything, he'd rarely speak, and when he did it always sounded frustrated, forced, resentful. Even the comforting presence of the Queen did nothing to soothe the rage that built inside of him. During the decades before the return of the dragons, RoShan began to express his hatred of the humans who drove them into hiding.
RoShan believes that humans are a plague on the world, and deserve nothing less than a complete and utter genocide. They started a war when the dragons went into hiding, and those that would see them dead for no reason other than glory or a few scales deserve a slow death. Any time that he doesn't spend attending the Queen, as he is bound to do, he spends flying across the land, meeting the challenges set upon him by the foolish humans that believe themselves strong enough to kill a titan of the sky.
Banned for listening to inanimate objects.
Banned for being bald.
Banned for taking the mole as your waifu before I could.
Banned for suppressing the memories of that beautiful night.
I'd imagine that some of the training sergeants in Eagle Claw shot several of the recruits, though not where anything vital would be (shoulder, leg, arm) because of backtalk, insubordination, failure to comply, etc., but likely not for just training.
Though, as Lucy stated in her post, she holds Eagle Claw to, possibly, an even higher standard than even the Enclave President. So she'll do extreme shit. And I'm okay with this.
Bananas.
Though, as Lucy stated in her post, she holds Eagle Claw to, possibly, an even higher standard than even the Enclave President. So she'll do extreme shit. And I'm okay with this.
Bananas.
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