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You Think You Know Humanity?

Rhys

At the Whiptail's call, the Royal Crimson abruptly stopped. Oohh she did just get the full entirety of his attention, his ears perking up and senses heightened. By the lords, is she--

But she did. Yes. As soon as he had swiftly turned his whole body around, his ears picked up the familiar voice of his friend mumbling words he assumed were the spell, and he sensed the rapid build-up of magic surrounding her frail frame. On impulse, his hind leg muscles contracted enough only to be released in a leap to the Whiptail, forepaws outstretched to grab the levitating scrap of paper. Yes, on impulse. You just witnessed the mighty Royal Crimson dragon acting on impulse to save his dear friend. And he succeeded in covering the large distance with that leap due to his already massive body size.

To no avail though, because by the time he had clutched the opened scroll--even ripping holes in it because of his retracted claws--, the intensity of the magic was at a peak familiar to him--that is, when a spell is performed correctly. The momentum of his leap, however, also caused him to crash into En, knocking her down. He felt the strong magic coursing through him due to his aerial attack.

"Wait. Where's the reverse spell?!"

"THERE IS NO REVERSE SPELL, YOU IDIOT!! EACH SCROLL ONLY CONTAINS ONE SPELL!" Rhys firmly growled at the...unfamiliar creature he was pinning down, whom he thought was his friend. His draconic eyes widened at the realization of the success of the spell. Or not..? He got off of his four limbs, freeing the unrecognizable human, attempting to balance on his hind legs. He teetered around and wobbled for a while, before supporting himself by pressing his right wrist against the nearby tree, which seems way taller and thicker than he remembered.

He began inspecting his new human body by pulling up his left sleeve. Where was his thick, crimson hide? His strong, sharp claws? He now possessed fair human skin that could stretch a little when he pinched it. The outer area of his arm had soft little hairs growing on it, making its texture rather soft at his touch. His new skin was way too fragile--palpable when he tried poking it with his dull nails. And his claws...unfortunately, were now pinkish nails that bent easily at the end. He did seem to have retained some of his scales at the sides of his torso though, once he lifted the orange garment he was wearing.

Speaking of which, he donned on the inside an orange shirt with a grey tie, and on the outside an unbuttoned royal crimson trench coat, with black outlines. Covering his human legs were baggy grey trousers and black boots.

How odd that humans stood on their hind legs. He was adapting to standing on them as the clock ticks by, though. When he bent down a little to inspect them, movement from it made him aware of the crimson fringe that shielded his vision a little. Reaching out to touch his tresses, Rhys found their softness. And he investigated his head further. Horns? None. Human ears? Bendable and soft. Snout? Nose. Mouth? Soft, stretchy, pinkish lips. Canines? Dull teeth.

...Weak. How pitiful human bodies are.

You Think You Know Humanity?

By the way, to those curious visiting minds who are thinking why the heck the OOC has no discussions:
We do talk, in this chat room, though it's strictly private :3
It's also so we can spam each other without flooding the OOC, haha. XD

You Think You Know Humanity?

Rhys

His snout twitched hearing her answers. Every single one of them irked him, increasing his impatience. His tail swished in annoyance. Oh how he wanted to hunt down that cheeky little Whiptail. Instead, the male gave off a low snarl, "No. And don't you dare take flight. Have you forgotten that we aren't within the perimeters of the barrier?" He paused to shift to a standing position--realizing that he had sat somewhere before--before continuing, "If you aren't getting down from there, I'm leaving you here." And with that, he turned his head away, tail following the action, trotting off regally to the direction of the clan.

You Think You Know Humanity?

Rhys

A sigh escaped his mouth and his eyelids fell close as he shifted his position. "That is no excuse," he spat out. Despite the mood change, he knew she'd regain her enthusiasm in a second. Instantly after the brief moment of hesitation, En began her energetically-executed explanation, to which Rhys was solicitous to. He kept his mouth shut the whole time hers was running off. The Royal Crimson noted the circumstances they were in: very very dire, because En could open that scroll any second now. Then it must be a spell-containing scroll holding an enchantment enabling camouflage among humans... He's heard of the magic before. If he recalled correctly, then it was one that could disguise dragons as the humans themselves.

Right after En stopped verbalizing her thoughts, which was well reflected in her eyes, Rhys bluntly told her, "No. It would not be great. What do you think will happen if we screw up and the humans come to know of the existence of dragons? Do you not realize that going out there is a dangerous task for those without the training and knowledge? Which is the very reason why dragons are chosen for it. You think you know humanity?" He seethed, trying to make her give in, albeit knowing her stubborn personality. "Now give me that scroll. This is going over the line, En. Do not try me." His frown deepened.

Of course he was curious. Of course he wanted to escape the cage he was in. To venture into the world. To explore at the 'seas' and 'glaciers' he's heard of, the ground made of sand. It seemed extremely exhilarating, something different for a change. However, he dared not defy the clan in such serious matter. He was meant to fulfill the clan's expectations, for he was of a high, noble status. His pride would not let his reputation be shattered. The Royal Crimson was well aware of the repercussions, and thus had forcibly pushed his unsatiated need aside. He was meant to follow orders.

Meant to be caged.

Speaking of which, they really should return to the clan now. Perhaps he should hone his magic and stock up on knowledge of the humans after this issue is resolved.

Shar Army

RP: You Think You Know Humanity?
Status: ALIVE AND KICKING!

Rhys Clancey

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Name:

Rhys Clancey

Species:

Royal Crimson Dragon

Age:

Adult-- Early Stages

Personality:

Rhys carries himself with a confident, regal bearing- a trait that was passed down his lineage and also learned because of his breed's massive size and place in the social order. Despite his laid-backness most of the time, at certain times he would display rashness due to his fiery nature, and that he wields the element of fire. His pride would also get in the way of everything.

Appearance:

Dragon Form:

Human Form:

...But with bright orange dragon eyes. As in, with black slits for pupils.

Abilities/Powers:

Fire Magic
Naturally, because he is closely affiliated to it, Rhys wields the element of fire. A form of Magic that revolves around the use of fire, allowing him to conjure, manipulate, and control the element by will for various purposes. Rhys can change the properties of this Magic such as its "form", allowing it to take shape as a gas or solid element. Fire Magic can also work in a similar fashion to explosives. Rhys is also able to conjure this element from various parts of his body or from the nearby surroundings, and it is possible for weapons to use fire as well.

Other:

TBR

Shar Army

RP: KHR! The Enduring Flame
Status: Lost During Hiatus

Akane Kimiko Aloise

Username: Sharyxe

Name: Akane Kimiko Aloise

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Country of Origin: Japan/Italy

Role: Sun Guardian Candidate

Flame: Sun Flame

Weapon/Fighting Style:
Kendo/Kenjutsu
Akane's fighting styles utilizes the use of a sword, usually her shinai. She relies on instincts, reflexes, her environment and split-second decisions to strike at her opponent. Keen and accurate eyesight also plays a role. As ace of the Kendo club, Akane is known to be strong and almost never loses.

However, if push comes to shove, she'd fight bare-handed with what knowledge she has.

Appearance:

Current

In ten years

Personality:
A rather friendly girl, Akane is also quite tomboyish. And perceptive. She usually puts on a cheerful attitude complete with a trademark smirk. Her way of a smile. She's not brash, however, though she may seem so. Akane is also quite secretive, hiding actions or things though unneeded. Despite her rare kindness, she may hold grudges although she forgives easily. Hard-working, polite, athletic. Also has the brains and looks. These traits make her popular, which she is, but she doesn't exactly have what she'd call "true" friends. Just many friends, but not those you could rely on. Hence she would be usually seen alone.

History:
Growing up, Akane knew little of her father. He would often be gone for years, returning occasionally for a few weeks, then going back to Italy for work. He was, in actuality, a rather renowned hitman under the Vongola. Yet the fact had been kept hidden from her by her mother. The latter, on the other hand, owns a cake shop.

Akane had been trained by her mother since young, partly because of her father, and partly because she was the successor to the Hazakura Ittou Ryu, which her mother had inherited.

Other:
She also secretly likes cooking and baking, and is rather good at them, despite her being rather tomboyish. Not that she'll ever admit it.

Shar Army

RP: In Full Bloom
Status: Dead

Liu Kai Zheng

Liu Kai Zheng

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Age: 20
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Bluish Gray
Hair Color: Blackish Dark Purple
Physical Discription: Zheng is a lean 1.65m tall female, weighing 51kg. She is, however, often mistaken for being a male because of her looks, how she acts and even how she talks. Her chest is also usually wrapped in bandage, "for easier battling", she says. It would be rare for one to look once and notice her female traits. Also, she has a scar running across the bridge of her nose.

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Personality: A rather calm person, Zheng normally keeps a cool head. She isn't necessarily quiet, however, speaking up whenever she feels like it or when it is needed. Despite having known and witnessed the evil in the world, she would seem laid-back, though she actually is paying close observation. Zheng is also loyal, but she would only trust someone when she deems them worthy of her trust.

Biography: Growing up in the mountains of the Tijang Shogunate, Zheng was trained personally by her father in kenjutsu. The training had started from a young age, and it was held in different terrains. This was because both her parents were skilled in the sword, thus they wanted their only child to be too. They also made sure to teach her many things, ensuring she was good in every aspect. The mountains were her escape whenever she feels the burden is too heavy. One particular spot had her attention though, and she often frequented it. It was a lake surrounded by trees. She would often climb one particular tree, sit on a certain branch, and play her spinning tops there. It was something relaxing for her, add to the fact that the place was pretty secluded.

"To fight me, you have to kill her first."
Her father was a renowned swordsman, the best in the village. He was a retired samurai who had served the Tijang military. That, and he had many enemies, too. Occasionally, the family would receive unwanted visitors who would come barging into their house, saying they would take his head. So he said those words to a man who came. Zheng was twelve at the time, but she was reluctantly forced to fight. It was a do-or-die battle. In the end, she killed the man, and her few friends had witnessed it too. From then on, they had feared her, not wanting to even get close to her. There were several more attacks after that one, but Zheng took care of those, too.

History: Optional
Place of Birth: Tijang Shogunate

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Weapon of Choice: Katana
Personal Affects:
-Katana
-Money
-Bed roll
-Bandages
-Light blue scarf
-A few small spinning tops
-Map of the region

Other:
In her free time, Zheng likes to play with small spinning tops that she is quite skilled with.

Shar Army

RP: Legends Of Crumbleport
Status: Dead

Amber Vladimire Thatcher

Name: Amber Vladimire Thatcher

Age: 20

Race: Human

Appearance:

Height & Weight: 5'2" and 115 lbs.

Weapons/Items:
She is always wearing her black scarf. Amber has her sheathed daggers strapped to each side of her belt, and also carries a sling bag containing money, a few hairpins to pick locks with, ten throwing knives, a ball of rolled bandages, and a face towel.

Skills:
Amber is especially adept in thieving, pickpocketing, and lockpicking. She does things silently and swiftly to prevent any unnecessary attraction.

Abilities:
For her at least, Amber is fast and agile, her movements usually going unnoticed if she wishes so. Being a thief, she climbs well and has strong hand and leg power to support her movements. Amber is also knowledgeable about many things, and crafts well.

Magic:
Amber may not be well-versed in the aspect of magic, but she does well in mainly Fire, Kinetic, and Knowledge from self-study.

Personality:
Cunning, mischievous and also curious, causing her to be not very trustworthy. If she wills so though, she could be, but only to those she deems respectable and trustworthy by themselves. Amber may not be very kind, but she isn't rude either. She also may not be a good person, but isn't evil too. Likewise. She becomes loyal though, once she trusts you.

Bio:
Born into a poor family, her parents later died when she was only at the tender age of 7. Thus she grew up surviving on thieving whatever she could. She would trade, sell, and buy too. Amber survived and learnt how to live and such on her own after her parents' death, through experience, books, and observation, learning things the hard way. To this day, she still perseveres.

Shar Army

RP: Knights Of The Realm
Status: Did Not Start

Willa Armelle Valentina

Name: Willa Armelle Valentina

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Aspect: A Black Mamba named Evra. Aside from its speed, agility and venomous poison, the snake also has a lightning manifestation ability.

Area Of Specialty: Manipulation

Personality: Willa radiates authenticity, concern and altruism, unafraid to stand up and speak when she feels something needs to be said. She finds it natural and easy to communicate with others, especially in person, and her intuitive trait helps to reach every mind, be it through facts and logic or raw emotion. Enthusiastic, she often smiles.

Bio: From a young age, she had noticed that sometimes objects would move like how she wanted it to, and that she would hear voices in her head, but she would brush them off. Overall, Willa was quite the popular girl with many friends, born to an average family, except that her father was a drunkard, drinking due to stress. He would often come home drunk, pinpointing faults without reason, beating and hitting her mother and herself. Despite this though, Willa bore it all with a smile, as she knew that whenever her father wasn't drunk, he was the regular loving, kind father that she loves. That he wasn't just a plain old bastard, and that he too loved his family. So she would continue her life after the beatings like nothing ever happened, and when asked about her cuts and bruises, she would simply wave it off and smile, saying it was nothing important. Her mother too, managed to put up with it.

One day though, when she was around 12 years old, her father came home extremely drunk and was more violent than usual. He had slammed open the house door that revealed their living room murmuring unintelligibly, sluggish in his actions and words. Willa's mother quickly approached him and was in the middle of asking of his well-being when he punched her in the face and shouted at her for blocking his path, causing the woman to be sprawled across the ground. Willa, who was sitting at a desk in her living room doing her homework, stood up quickly to try and stop him, but then her eyes grew wide in fear seeing him holding the sharp, jagged end of his broken beer bottle towards her mother, to stab her with it. She hastily ran to them and covered her beloved shocked parent with her back to her father. She cringed, bracing herself for the expected pain.

The loud scream of pain came of course, but not from her. From her father. She turned to see what had happened, and saw that a long snake had wrapped the lower half of its body tightly around the arm holding the bottle in many coils, and its sharp fangs had pierced his other arm. Its body was that long. She and her mother were shocked, wondering where it came from. The bottle fell to the ground to to the numbness in his hands, spreading the glass shards around the area it landed on, which was fortunately not where Willa and her mother was, but close. She shouted a "No! Stop!" despite knowing it was in vain, but to her surprise, the snake released its bite and uncoiled itself, slithering down to the ground, towards her. Afraid, she tried to get away but stopped, noticing that the snake didn't look like it would harm her, that it had a rather harmless demeanor on. It was then that she heard it speak. Well no, actually she read its thoughts, that it was protecting her. Of course she was confused. In the meantime, her mother was already on the phone calling the hospital with a distressed look on her face, and her father was perspiring, grasping the area the snake had bitten.

Her father was admitted to the hospital that day, accompanied by her mother, while Willa stayed home with the snake after convincing her mother not to kill the snake or call animal control and that it was alright. Telepathy with the snake led her to knowing many things, that it was her aspect and such. She started telling those things to her parents after her father was discharged. They accepted that fact, and from then on her father didn't drink again, for fear of the snake. Four years later, she received the letter to Caldwell's, and gladly accepted the invitation.

Other: She's quite short for someone her age, standing at around 5'1".

You Think You Know Humanity?

Rhys

He could tell she was excited. Far too enthusiastic, he thought. What is this mysterious object that would bring his already hyperactive friend to a much higher level of gaiety? Rhys hummed as a reply, then went back to observing the small gestures En made and her little subconscious movements--the only thing he deemed amusing. The gleam in her eyes, the flick of her ears, the small skips in her steps, the twitching of her tail... Her friendly and cheerful approach to everything seemed to set him at ease, somehow.

He was roughly assuming the distance from their clan's territory to where they were as they moved along, and it relieved him when En finally stopped and announced their arrival--and also because he could finally rest his muscles, yes? The male dragon saw no difference of this part of the forest from the others though, save for something he sensed that was coming from a certain area of the plantations. Oh, not a bad cover.

Almost immediately after, a low glow from the Whiptail's stripes caught his eye. Subconsciously, a small smile crept across the dragon's face for he would be seeing a display of his friend's telekinetic abilities. He found the blue glow rather fascinating too against his friend's brown scales. The Royal Crimson noticed her high excitement levels, marked by her wide grin and swishing tail, as En uncovered the disguise on what seems to be a scroll and curled her tail tightly around it.

As she turned to him, once again bouncing on her paws and chirping from the sheer amount of exhilaration she possessed--which had him both annoyed and amused, somehow-- he plastered on the former apathetic face he showed, letting the small smile--that he never knew he had on--drop. "...En, is that a spell scroll? No, that is unsafe, do not open it." Rhys grunted. Considering this is Energy that was concerned, that scroll must contain something fairly...interesting to her, to get her as extremely hyped as that. "What were you thinking, going through your parents' things?" He sighed, tilting his head a little to the right. Although he knew saying anything of the sort would still not get the concept of 'privacy' drilled into his dear stubborn friend's head, he still spoke of it anyway. Well, what was he to do?

Oh, the trouble he would get into.