Silver's Test Thread

[Dreaming in Silver]

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● Name: Jesper
● Age: Twenty-six
● Weapon: Twin swords
● Dragon: Form
● Motivation: (what are they hoping to accomplish? what are they striving towards?)


Personality, bio, likes, dislikes, other information, etc. Whatever you feel needs to be known about your character goes here. Doesn't have to be huge, just give us an idea of who your character is.

● Username: The Silver Gypsy

[Dreaming in Silver]

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[Dreaming in Silver]

Season: Autumn / Late September

Piter allowed himself to be shoved back by her, watched her go, and with her went his fury at her. Instead it was again directed at himself. He'd screwed up again, royally. Was he going to lose both of them now? Suddenly he smacked the wall in rage. God, he really was acting like a high schooler. What did he want? He knew what he wanted. He knew who he wanted. But he just kept making her mad, and now he didn't know if he would be able to get her back. She might have just given up on him.

Inside, Vinny jumped in surprise as she was suddenly spun around by someone, then she grinned drunkenly as she recognized Salisha. "Hey, Lisha! I don't know what you're saying, it's really hard to read your lips when there's four of you spinning around like that!" Vinny giggled while Salisha dug through her pockets. "That tickles! Here!" She reached into her pockets for Salisha and pulled out the keys to Vinny's car, handing them over. "All right, let's go!"


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Piter talked to Salisha little for the next week, watching and hoping for signs that she wasn't angry with him anymore. He wasn't encouraged by what he saw. So, Friday evening, he pulled on a long black coat to ward off the late September chill as he walked across campus to the dormitories. He'd made up his mind.

To hell with rules, and to hell with safe relationships. The fact was, he didn't love Alison. He was pretty sure he never had, and she didn't love him. It had been talked over and that was the conclusion they had both come to. What Alison didn't know was that he was leaving her for an eighteen-year-old forbidden fruit. If that forbidden fruit would accept him after how he'd acted.

Stepping out of the elevator, he lifted a hand, hesitated, knocked lightly on the door, almost timidly, glancing up and down the hallways as he waited, hoping no one would pop out and see him here. He didn't know what would happen, and he didn't want rumours of a teacher fighting with his student in her dorm rooms. Or worse rumours.

[Dreaming in Silver]

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[Dreaming in Silver]

[Dreaming in Silver]

Dragonian Birthname: Vehrkove Ghaltoa-Valkin

Azrae'an Name: Ishtael Rallin

Dragonian Appearance: Vehrkove

Type: Ice

Power: As a dragon, breathes fire and can also breathe a powerful blast of air so cold it will freeze anything in its path. In his Azrae'an body, Vehrkove can freeze and control the natural vapors in the air; in essence he creates snow and ice. If already surrounded by snow and ice, he can use these at his disposal more effectively.

History:

Special Markings: Tattoo on his right hipbone; it is the specific symbol of the Valkin sector of the Dragonian Infiltration Forces Unit assigned to him upon his Revealing. There is also an old scar on the bend of his neck and shoulder, right side; and one on the left side of his chest, running diagonally downward from left to right, two and a half inches long.