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[OOC + Signup] Flight of the Dragon Kyn (Open)
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Arcanine
New member
Rider:
Name: Kotan
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Appearance: Kotan has a rough but gentle face, with grey eyes and short brown hair with a lock that covers his left scarred eye. His body is slightly muscular and a little tanned, with some scars in it. He wears a dark blue tunic, brown pants and leather boots.
Personality: Kotan is as humble as Zruka, and loves her as much as she loves him, to the point he would give his life for her. His endless search for knowledge also makes him a perfect partner for Zruka, because he would hear all she has to say, no matter how much it is. He his a gentleman, always ready to help those in need. In battle, he will fight vigorously, but will try not to kill an opponent, only knocking him unconscious.
History: As the son of an average merchant, Kotan was richly educated since he was a kid. His life was good until he was fourteen, when a debt to the wrong man put his father under watch, and his family was attacked. They burned the house to the ground, and Kotan managed to escaped to the wilderness only with a few possessions. He purchased a horse, a sword and a bow, learned how to survive in the wild by himself and was often unfairly chased as a criminal, and often had to get in fights that left his body very scarred. In one of his adventures in the desert, he got lost and fell under the scorching sun. When he woke up, he spent a week listening to Zruka's stories, and after that they decided to leave the desert and travel around the world.
Dragon:
Name: Zruka
Age: 592
Gender: Female
Species: Brass
Appearance: Zruka is a normal Brass dragon, but the wings don't reach the tip of the tail, ending about one foot before the tip.
Personality: Zruka is extremely talkative, even for her species' standards, which makes her a walking and flying chest of stories, knowledge and such. Her humbleness is also taken at an extreme, so she would be sorry for everything to everyone, and would never brag about herself, however she has courage and fighting ability to inspire bards to make songs that would last centuries in the mouth of civilization.
History: Zruka has always lived in the desert's edge, closer to the human cities as possible. When she was next to being an adult, an ancient ritual of her tribe forced her to go to the desert's center, where she had to live isolated from the rest of the world for fifty years. However, whe she saw Kotan unconcious in the desert, she felt she had to take him to her cave and help him.
Name: Kotan
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Appearance: Kotan has a rough but gentle face, with grey eyes and short brown hair with a lock that covers his left scarred eye. His body is slightly muscular and a little tanned, with some scars in it. He wears a dark blue tunic, brown pants and leather boots.
Personality: Kotan is as humble as Zruka, and loves her as much as she loves him, to the point he would give his life for her. His endless search for knowledge also makes him a perfect partner for Zruka, because he would hear all she has to say, no matter how much it is. He his a gentleman, always ready to help those in need. In battle, he will fight vigorously, but will try not to kill an opponent, only knocking him unconscious.
History: As the son of an average merchant, Kotan was richly educated since he was a kid. His life was good until he was fourteen, when a debt to the wrong man put his father under watch, and his family was attacked. They burned the house to the ground, and Kotan managed to escaped to the wilderness only with a few possessions. He purchased a horse, a sword and a bow, learned how to survive in the wild by himself and was often unfairly chased as a criminal, and often had to get in fights that left his body very scarred. In one of his adventures in the desert, he got lost and fell under the scorching sun. When he woke up, he spent a week listening to Zruka's stories, and after that they decided to leave the desert and travel around the world.
Dragon:
Name: Zruka
Age: 592
Gender: Female
Species: Brass
Appearance: Zruka is a normal Brass dragon, but the wings don't reach the tip of the tail, ending about one foot before the tip.
Personality: Zruka is extremely talkative, even for her species' standards, which makes her a walking and flying chest of stories, knowledge and such. Her humbleness is also taken at an extreme, so she would be sorry for everything to everyone, and would never brag about herself, however she has courage and fighting ability to inspire bards to make songs that would last centuries in the mouth of civilization.
History: Zruka has always lived in the desert's edge, closer to the human cities as possible. When she was next to being an adult, an ancient ritual of her tribe forced her to go to the desert's center, where she had to live isolated from the rest of the world for fifty years. However, whe she saw Kotan unconcious in the desert, she felt she had to take him to her cave and help him.
Kali the Flygon
Devourer of Sandshrews
FMC_x_ANS
New member
Rider:
Name: Jonas Amberlee
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Standing 6 foot exactly, Jonas wears pantaloons and a simple white linen shirt. He is neither toned nor overweight, and has the complexion of a red peach. His hair is faded green (Due to contaminants in the well near his home) and goes down to his shoulders, but is generally tied back in a simple ponytail.
Personality: Very prideful of his intellect and ability to build things, he tends to be a happy considerate person until his competitive spirit kicks in.
History: Born the son of a expert crossbow and clock maker, Jonas was well acquainted with tools, gears, and springs at a young age. When he was 13 his father was invited by a wealthy noble to live in a large city and build a clock tower to dwarf all others, which his father did. While he was there, Jonas received a quality of schooling that was normally reserved for the nobility, and graduated one year early at the head of the class. He then helped with the family business until he mother was brought down with a strange withering disease. After a number of visits from the local apothecary, the family as a whole decided to move back to the countryside in hopes clear skies and open air would aid her recovery.
That was where, at the age of 19, he met shasvati.
Dragon:
Name: Shasvati
Age: 51
Gender: Female
Species: Red
Appearance: Half of her right wing is made of a magically strong and light cloth called 'Ectusal', which is made from the sap of the brush local to where Shasvati met Jonas, and the support seemlesly connects to the original bone of the wing, where the skin grafts to the artificial replacement. Her hind right leg and her left foreleg are replaced completely by clockwork legs, as is her tail.
Personality: Shasvati loves attention and admiration of the positive kind, bearing some of the vanity she had from before she met Jonas. After she met him however she developed a curiosity of the two legged races, especially their machines. She still occasionally will have bouts of rage, but such events are rare.
History: Shasvati was born a beauty among not only her own kind, but to all dragons, with perfect features and a figure that seemed to be sculpted by the gods, and even her breath seemed to be scented with roses. She settled out in the country side as soon as she could leave the clutch, and entertained potential mates every once in a while when she wasn't terrorizing the peasants with her superior abilities.
Then one day while she was flying in the skies wither brilliant crimson wings, she was attacked by a silver dragon, much older than she. That dragon was enraged by the young one after her mate left her to attempt to woo Shasvati.
The young dragon even with a perfect body as hers, was out matched by the silver dragon who slammed her into the ground. But humilliation was not enough, and the anger within the silver's eyes demanded blood for the crime. Shasvati was brutally bashed, bitten, beaten, and mauled. Her right wing, which had so gracefully flitted in the air moments before, now lay as shredded kites, torn from her with half her wing as well. Her hind right leg was shattered from the initial impact, bent in sickening angles, while her fore left leg was shattered from the silver's powerful bite. Most disturbing though was that her tail was gone completely, the silver had cannibalized it in her rage.
No wishing to give Shasvati a quick death, the silver then left her there to heal and live the rest of her life as a thing of ugliness and loathing among the dragons that once worshiped her beauty.
But as she lay their with her head laying upon the grass meadows and struggling eyes and a wheezing breath, she beheld a human who had rushed out. She closed her eyes when the boy came into focus, holding some sort of sharp object in his hand. Suddenly her world was filled with shame and disgust; she would finished by a human, and a peasant at that.
Yet she felt no stab upon the soft tissues of her throat, no slash upon her jugular. All she felt was the voice of a boy asking what happened, and the sight of kind eyes when she opened her own.
That boy patched her wounds and stopped the bleeding as best he could, then camped out next to her ruined body for the night. Over a year, he painstakingly invented and made clockwork legs to replace her broken and unusable ones, replaced the half of her wing that was lost with magic cloth from local plants, and even replaced her tail with a clockwork one that twisted and flexed with her thoughts.
One whole year he wasted (in her mind he wasted), to restore her to some sort of working form. One year during the prime of his life when women and money could have been had as easily as a fruit from a tree, he spent in a forge painstakingly making pieces of her. And for what, she couldn't fathom. He was no dragon, he would have no clutch to bear within her. He had no promise of money or power, and she had lost any she had after the attack. He held no moral obligation that she knew of to help her, for she had only terrorize humans in the past.
It changed the cold stone heart that once lay hard within her breast, that had been so sure of her superiority, her existence as a perfect being. The kindness that the boy had shown, the selfless sacrifice that he made simply for the words "Its the right thing to do". The attacked that had shredded her body and laid her bare to the word as a cripple, which had made her vulnerable and vengeance possible, yet she had been taken in by a person that should have hated her with loving care.
Shasvati had an epiphany over the course of that year, suddenly everything she knew was no longer absolute. She now follows the boy wherever he goes, finding joy in his success and doing all to keep him safe, in hopes of one day let him feel the happiness she now held.
Name: Jonas Amberlee
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Standing 6 foot exactly, Jonas wears pantaloons and a simple white linen shirt. He is neither toned nor overweight, and has the complexion of a red peach. His hair is faded green (Due to contaminants in the well near his home) and goes down to his shoulders, but is generally tied back in a simple ponytail.
Personality: Very prideful of his intellect and ability to build things, he tends to be a happy considerate person until his competitive spirit kicks in.
History: Born the son of a expert crossbow and clock maker, Jonas was well acquainted with tools, gears, and springs at a young age. When he was 13 his father was invited by a wealthy noble to live in a large city and build a clock tower to dwarf all others, which his father did. While he was there, Jonas received a quality of schooling that was normally reserved for the nobility, and graduated one year early at the head of the class. He then helped with the family business until he mother was brought down with a strange withering disease. After a number of visits from the local apothecary, the family as a whole decided to move back to the countryside in hopes clear skies and open air would aid her recovery.
That was where, at the age of 19, he met shasvati.
Dragon:
Name: Shasvati
Age: 51
Gender: Female
Species: Red
Appearance: Half of her right wing is made of a magically strong and light cloth called 'Ectusal', which is made from the sap of the brush local to where Shasvati met Jonas, and the support seemlesly connects to the original bone of the wing, where the skin grafts to the artificial replacement. Her hind right leg and her left foreleg are replaced completely by clockwork legs, as is her tail.
Personality: Shasvati loves attention and admiration of the positive kind, bearing some of the vanity she had from before she met Jonas. After she met him however she developed a curiosity of the two legged races, especially their machines. She still occasionally will have bouts of rage, but such events are rare.
History: Shasvati was born a beauty among not only her own kind, but to all dragons, with perfect features and a figure that seemed to be sculpted by the gods, and even her breath seemed to be scented with roses. She settled out in the country side as soon as she could leave the clutch, and entertained potential mates every once in a while when she wasn't terrorizing the peasants with her superior abilities.
Then one day while she was flying in the skies wither brilliant crimson wings, she was attacked by a silver dragon, much older than she. That dragon was enraged by the young one after her mate left her to attempt to woo Shasvati.
The young dragon even with a perfect body as hers, was out matched by the silver dragon who slammed her into the ground. But humilliation was not enough, and the anger within the silver's eyes demanded blood for the crime. Shasvati was brutally bashed, bitten, beaten, and mauled. Her right wing, which had so gracefully flitted in the air moments before, now lay as shredded kites, torn from her with half her wing as well. Her hind right leg was shattered from the initial impact, bent in sickening angles, while her fore left leg was shattered from the silver's powerful bite. Most disturbing though was that her tail was gone completely, the silver had cannibalized it in her rage.
No wishing to give Shasvati a quick death, the silver then left her there to heal and live the rest of her life as a thing of ugliness and loathing among the dragons that once worshiped her beauty.
But as she lay their with her head laying upon the grass meadows and struggling eyes and a wheezing breath, she beheld a human who had rushed out. She closed her eyes when the boy came into focus, holding some sort of sharp object in his hand. Suddenly her world was filled with shame and disgust; she would finished by a human, and a peasant at that.
Yet she felt no stab upon the soft tissues of her throat, no slash upon her jugular. All she felt was the voice of a boy asking what happened, and the sight of kind eyes when she opened her own.
That boy patched her wounds and stopped the bleeding as best he could, then camped out next to her ruined body for the night. Over a year, he painstakingly invented and made clockwork legs to replace her broken and unusable ones, replaced the half of her wing that was lost with magic cloth from local plants, and even replaced her tail with a clockwork one that twisted and flexed with her thoughts.
One whole year he wasted (in her mind he wasted), to restore her to some sort of working form. One year during the prime of his life when women and money could have been had as easily as a fruit from a tree, he spent in a forge painstakingly making pieces of her. And for what, she couldn't fathom. He was no dragon, he would have no clutch to bear within her. He had no promise of money or power, and she had lost any she had after the attack. He held no moral obligation that she knew of to help her, for she had only terrorize humans in the past.
It changed the cold stone heart that once lay hard within her breast, that had been so sure of her superiority, her existence as a perfect being. The kindness that the boy had shown, the selfless sacrifice that he made simply for the words "Its the right thing to do". The attacked that had shredded her body and laid her bare to the word as a cripple, which had made her vulnerable and vengeance possible, yet she had been taken in by a person that should have hated her with loving care.
Shasvati had an epiphany over the course of that year, suddenly everything she knew was no longer absolute. She now follows the boy wherever he goes, finding joy in his success and doing all to keep him safe, in hopes of one day let him feel the happiness she now held.
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Kali the Flygon
Devourer of Sandshrews
Sylph
Take me to Wonderland
Ok...there are a few things here.
The rider needs an appearence. Not what you put in.
The dragon needs personality.
Fix these please.
Kali the Flygon
Devourer of Sandshrews