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@Aristocles Oh, I agree completely with you regarding to flaws. It would be boring otherwise.

And here, I finally made an approximate CS for this. Correct whatever you feel needs correcting. I'm also open to other suggestions (such as where to fit him, though I feel Hekaga might be a good place). I've included his family "tree", but consider this just to be setting (I won't play all these other characters, though I may mention them occasionally). His abilities could still be fleshed out (any recommendations in for that?).

In regard to both duty and personal ambition he has been known to say: “What one can do [to achieve their goals], one must do.” – for better or worse, he holds true to this.

Name: Yssil

Race: Dracon

Age: 17-25

Gender: Male

Appearance: Dark gray scales, green eyes, black horns and claws (and possibly spikes), he’s thin but wiry – built for speed, flexibility and maneuverability rather than brute force.

Background: Yssil was born as a sorcerer and being the only one like that in the family, it was quite stressful, even accounting for his mother’s help and his own studies. He tended to compete with his brothers, but although he was always more powerful in magical terms, he never could get an edge in physical prowess on either of them. Knowing that his magical strength was something that would most likely stop growing or even decline eventually, this has driven him to better himself and try to understand his own natural powers. The idea of becoming someone second rate when older due to becoming comparatively weaker terrifies him.

He’s a highly ambitious and determined individual, always striving to do better. He has high standards for both himself and others. As much as he might criticize himself for failure, he will likely also show distain to those who fail to meet his (or society’s) expectations. Due to his mother’s influence, he’s quite spiritual, praying often even though he isn’t a cleric. Despite his strong personal ambitions, he prioritizes duty first and foremost. This most likely has to do with his intense wish to not only prove himself to his family, but to other Dracons as well.

Because of the pressure of his positions (i.e. his capable and skilful family and the general expectation that he, compared to them, will be most “useful” only during his youth), Yssil is also a bitter individual, harbouring some resentments and is often outright cantankerous, while maintaining the appropriate veneer of politeness when required.

Abilities: 

Air magic – used for attacks (razor sharp wind, throwing items or individuals around, at most a small tornado or multiple condensed projectile attacks) and flight (he could probably carry another person while doing this) – he can also just glide around swiftly.

Shadow magic – stealth, possibly illusion magic.

Decent close-quarter ability (daggers or spear?).

Imra – his mother, a mage knight (maybe enchantress) OR cleric. 
Kelbym – his father, an elite guard, a well-known and fierce warrior.

Siblings: 
Gyveos, the eldest brother, a strong warrior, with a potential to surpass even his father. 
Jaidra, the middle brother, a ruthless soldier, trained in ice magic, interested in politics.
Lyria, sister and youngest sibling, a cleric-in-training.

Some more questions:

What do Dracons eat?

Which Dracons would be the rich ones (besides nobility)? And do those multiple wives and their children usually get along? 

What's the basics of courting anyhow? Is there an average (expected) age of getting a mate and children and such? And what if there's competition for a potential partner?

Why is Hekaga the evil city?

Offline_Coffee House_

Yasuhiro was doing part-time work more often these days, since the winter holidays had begun. He had both the morning and noon shifts today, which were from 8 am to 2 pm. Working here for almost 2 years whenever he had the time during school-time, Yasuhiro was able to make quite a decent cup of coffee. He appreciated learning the art (and it was an art), but it certainly wasn’t the main reason for working at the Coffee House specifically. Besides earning some extra money – his parents being kind enough to still send him a stipend occasionally – he worked here mainly to work on his interpersonal skills. The experiences with customers served him well so far, helping him grow in confidence, patience, and, most importantly, politeness when dealing with strangers, regardless of whether they were rude subtly or otherwise.

Thankfully, problematic customers are rather the exception, he thought as he brought freshly made cups of a Green tea latte, a Cappuccino and a Mochaccino to a table occupied by a trio of young women, whom he assumed to be students just like himself. Nagoya University was rather close after all and students were quite common (but not the only) visitors. And though Yasuhiro worked most often behind the counter, he sometimes served the nearby tables, especially when it looked like doing so would help his co-workers. It was more efficient that way. And as he eventually learned, it was beneficial for the establishment on the long-term if females served males and mixed tables (this had surprised him, as he had assumed it wouldn’t matter there) and if males served females. That was just one of the many little things that raised the approval rating in the end. Who would have thought? Truly, the human mind could be baffling.

Offline_Apartment room_

Since Yasuhiro always had his phone on quiet during work, he only saw that he received an e-mail once he was finished and already in his small apartment flat, where he stayed through most of the year except the holidays. In fact, he was planning soon to return home to his mother, since she wanted to see him for the New Year’s and such.

Sitting at his study desk, he checked his phone, checking any missed calls or messages, his mind already turning to school work. However, his other thoughts quieted as soon as he saw the e-mail Kohe Nanae, Hitsu Nanae’s son, sent. Certainly, the news of a favoured teacher going into coma for apparently no reason shocked him.

But is the reason truly The World? If so, playing might not be a good idea anymore. I would like to know what happened…but investigating might not be such a good idea. Still…I can go hear him out. I’m sure some of the others will go along with this, at least. They all favoured the English professor after all and even though Yasuhiro didn’t generally get so close to people compared to his other friends – and how he managed to befriend them all was still quite the mystery to him – he felt he owed much to her. And because of that, he would listen to her son.

Online_Mac Anu_

Yasuhiro logged on to his PC and standing still in the marketplace he appeared in, closed his eyes and took a slow breath to get into his role. He played to distance himself from the real world, after all, so why would he not try being someone else? Here, he was Marill, a female, a fierce warrior, a good and co-operative team-member, coolly composed and prideful. Head held high, a hand on the hilt of her blade, she strode swiftly to the Chaos gate, her boots padding softly on the marbled pathways, the magnificence of the surrounding architecture emphasized by the golden hues of the lasting dusk. Her hips may have sashayed enticingly, but her icy glare and the tight grip on her weapon kept away any who might have otherwise approached her appealing form. She was aware of her beauty but also of the belief that others should gaze upon her afar, if they chose to do so at all.

A few minutes before the meeting would start, Marill arrived at the Chaos gate and after entering the keywords, teleported.

Online_Δ Hidden Forbidden Holy Ground_

Knowing there was still time enough, the player behind Marill took time to appreciate the surroundings of what he thought was possibly a Lost Ground, but specifically taking note of the building, a grand cathedral. Pleased with the location but anxious to continue the quest given by a friend’s soon, Marill entered the building and after cursory look around the inside, she greeted those of her friends who were already present. 

“Hello, everyone. Glad to see I’m not the only one,” she sat down on one of the pews. “I’m guessing this is not a joke in bad taste, then,” she sighed sadly.

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