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 Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 4:36 pm
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Dokuro Togiretogire rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 4:01 am
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 Username: Dokuro Togiretogire
Name: Taim Carver
Age: 16
Personality: Taim loves speed and the thrill. Constantly tries to push himself to higher grounds, bigger thrills and faster speeds. Unnecessary to say but he has quite the competitive heart. He's slow to trust but when he does, he commits. In a crowded room he tends to keep och himself but keep a close watch to those around him. His word is his only duty and keeps to it. It's all you got in the end. Even with this search for adrenaline, he's quite relaxed and can be found dozing off or taking a nap.
Race: Human
Type: Rider
Weapon: Longsword
Strengths: Riding is Taims passion and has been for life. It comes natural to him as sleeping. Performing at high speed. Climbing is also another of Taims better areas.
Weaknesses: Social interactions and working with people. He has a rather poor concentration span.
Extra: Actually wants friends
History: Being born the same year as the crown princess, which meant absolutely nothing. Thousands of other kids did as well. Yet it helped people keeping track on your age. Which Taim thought was pretty okay. Well he came screaming and somewhat kicking to the world and into a loving family, where he was and would remain the youngest. Two brothers and two sisters. During the early years life was good and fun. Not much to do nor need for him to help around much. His father ran big stable in the capital of Draconia and provided for a steady life. The stable had a small business in selling and breeding horses as well. This gave Taim the opportunity to climb around the stables and ride the horses. Said to ride a horse better then the adults before he could walk properly. During his childhood the sisters where kind and his bothers mean but all in all, a happy family to grow up in. His brothers both didn't find an egg and helped their dad with the stable. It wasn't no surprise because in their family only his mothers uncle had been chosen by an egg. His older sister connected with a red dragon but was killed by Elves during a scout mission during her boot camp. It was a grim reminder of the cruel world outside their nation.
The years went by and as much as he could Taim would break records, ride faster, climb higher but school was quite the drag. There was no one he enjoyed to spend time with and no one to share stories with. It was just books and people telling stuff that had once been thought of or happened long ago. As much as possible he tried to listen but slept through much of those days. Not failing school but far from being the top student in any field really.
Well the years passed by and Taim grew up as most boys do. The older he got the harder subjects he learned and he had to help out more at hone. He grew to be a slender athlete. Interest in the other sex came upon him and what was to be found there. Yet with his issues for social interaction, it never came to that. Most of his education came from his brothers and from his sister how to be kind. Long had they accepted that Taim rather went vlinbing or riding alone. Something his mother seemed rather pleased over. Two sons who got in trouble with the ladies as they grew up seemed to be enough for her.
Now he was there, the final class with people of different ages and classes. From all the corners of the realm. They would all go in and search. Taim had already accepted that there was no egg for him there. It was just as well. Life up to now was good and fun, why change anything.
Taim
 Name: Treyel
Race: Yellow dragon
Rider: Taim
Personality: Bragging and cocky. Likes to take thing to the next level and keep going. Likes to show off and loves to be the best.
Extra: Often tries to aid Taim in, what Treyel thinks is Taims shortcomings. Often tries to put word in Taims head, when Taim is talking to someone they both know Taim like. Yet Treyel being Treyel it came come out quite odd.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 9:01 pm
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◣ USERNAME:: Trance Harper
◣ NAME:: Ciela Meryt
◣ AGE:: 15
◣ PERSONALITY:: Ciela is a melange of a child of smiles and an inquisitor with a morbid sensibility. In some ways she is wary of others and does not give her trust easily, but she cannot help but express concern and care for those in need. This hodgepodge of characteristics likely results from having once had an elder brother and two families but lately being the eldest of three and feeling an obligation to the care of her younger siblings. She knows how to be serious most of the time, but delights in the moments when she can just feel like a carefree child. She does want her superiors and "betters" to think the best of her, but she is headstrong and not easy to direct or command without trust or reason.
◣ RACE:: Human
◣ TYPE:: Rider
◣ WEAPON:: Glaive/Staff & Crossbow
◣ STRENGTHS:: Cooking, healing, reading, singing, and mediating. Though she is not likely to speak out of turn or without invitation, she has a way with words and can pacify enemies and negotiate friends - a useful trait among squabbling siblings.
◣ WEAKNESSES:: She is rather mortified of heights, and though she can swim very well, a near-drowning experience left her nervous about deep or swift-running water. Despite her apparent social finesse, she is rather shy and likely to come across as aggressive or antisocial - though among friends she can be very chatty.
◣ EXTRA:: Brothers: Finnic 20, Raleigh 14, Courday 6
◣ HISTORY:: Ciela's grandparents remember what it was to travel the seas as children with no place to call home - their families were some of the more recent to find refuge on the dragon isles. They told her and her brothers stories as children, and as children they often considered they were just stories. One of Ciela's brother is 14, and the third is only 6 years old - she had an older half-brother, but he "died" at 17 when she was 13 years old. Finnic, her half-brother, had been chosen but after two years with his dragon the beast had been mortally wounded defending him. Finnic never recovered and lives alone away from the rest of the world.
Ciela grew up helping her mother bake and cook and take care of her younger siblings, playing at swords with her older brother when he visited, and being scolded when it was necessary by her father. Roald Meryt, her father, is a merchant and pins for the days when humans can roam the seas without the fear of prejudicial attack - for economical purposes, of course, though his wife often jokes that he must have been a fish or a fisherman in a past life. Her brother, Raleigh, actually learned to fish from their father and grandfather and continues to do so whenever he can. The youngest, Courday, often follows Ciela around and likes making panpipes from grass and reeds - he is quite anxious to begin school.
The Meryt family lives on South Green Island, in the smallest village of Gallheim, raising assorted stock for markets and merchants. Ciela's father travels frequently to the capital Regium and the other large town of Logust, but most often sails to the port capital of South Island, Kretio, where he can trade and sell to the eastern isles. Ciela has joined him more than once and is no novice aboard ships, though she has never traveled alone before and nervous to make the journey to Draconia City for the egg trials.
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◣ NAME:: ---
◣ RACE:: Black
◣ RIDER:: Ciela Meryt
◣ PERSONALITY:: Diffident and standoffish ---
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 2:48 am
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 Username: Evelynthegreatest
Name: Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess Evelyn Magdalyn Aurora af Draconia
Age: 16
Personality: Sweet and bubbly, loyal and dutiful
Race: Human
Type:
Weapon: Bow and arrows
Strengths: Diplomacy, peacemaking. Leadership.
Weaknesses: Insecure around others her age. Takes a lot of luxuries for granted. No streetsmarts whatsoever. Used to having people to protect her at all times.
Extra: Though extremely privileged, she is not spolied. She knows most people need to work very hard, but she is naive.
History: Is the only child of the royal family. Her mother the Queen died in childbirth, and her father the King never remarried. She and her father have been very close, and she has been trained and educated in every subject necessary to be the future regent of Draconia. Unfortunately, she has also been very sheltered. Though she has been outside the castle walls, she has never had many other children around her. Even now, her father is very nervous about Evelyn going through the important tradition of Dragon choosing.
If he could chose, she would get her dragon and return to the safety of the castle walls. Evelyn refuses. She insists on going through the same process as any other child, so she can show the people of Draconia that she is the same as anyone else, that she is not exempt just for being a princess.
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Race: What sort of dragon?
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 4:49 pm
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Username: Psalm Grasshopper
Name: Thea Dayo von Draco
Age: 16
Personality: Confident, she can come off as a bit arrogant
Race: Human
Type: TBA
Weapon: Longsword
Strengths: Strategy | organizing | observation | precision
Weaknesses: Over-confident | rash
Extra: Anything we missed to ask?
History: Thea's family is nobility, related to the royal family through a princess within the first 200 years of the royal family's reign. The Dayo family seat is in Everfield, South Draconia. They are a wealthy family with a great deal of land. The majority of their money comes from being successful merchants, specializing in peddling rare and expensive items such as jewelry, gemstones, rugs, fine furniture, jewel encrusted weapons, and other luxury items. The are rumored to own a diamond mine.
Thea is an only child. She wants for nothing, but her parents mostly ignore her. She focuses her time in school to become the best at everything, trying to win her parent's praises, approval, and generally just their attention. She hopes being chosen by a dragon will accomplish this. |
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yarricksrevenge rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 9:40 am
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Username: -Adorkable Little Lurker-
Name: Rosaline Meyes
Age: 16
Personality: Hardworking, Fierce, Enthusiastic, Tactical, Charismatic, Sometimes is a bit rude but it is unintentional, Caring
Race: Human
Type: Tba.
Weapon: Longsword and small mace
Strengths: Tactical preparation; she will often look for flaws before she even steps into a fight and is thus usually very well equipped for battle and is rarely put on the spot, and even when she is, she tends to be able to gather the information she needs during battle to make the right move.
Weaknesses: Competitive, prefers offense over defense which can lead to her getting carried away, can be a little on guard and prefers to work alone
Extra: N/A
History: Rosaline was a normal rich girl of Draconia City; her father was a tradesman, and her mother ran a local sweetshop, and consequently, Rosaline was very spoilt as a child, attending a prestigious all-female academy, which not only gave her an above average education but also taught her self defense. Her money bought her sword fighting lessons during the school holidays, but it wasn't that that helped her; going to school brought her to reality. Money couldn't buy you friends, or safety, and the older girls in the academy were ruthless, as were the teachers. When she was asked at the age of nine what she'd like to do was run her mother's sweetshop, when she turned 11 that answer changed to fighting for her country, although her ambition was highly frowned upon, she being a female. It was that year when her father died out at sea, and she and her mother were forced to return to peasant life.
Moving to an all sexes school, wasn't easy for Rosaline nor was adjusting to peasant life, but she developed a taste for hard work, and learnt to handle herself better. But it wasn't all bad- money didn't matter anymore, and she found she had a taste for competition, which often meant she was branded as a troublemaker at school, but she didn't care. As long as she and her mother had food on the table, they would be okay. She still wanted to work in the military, but it seemed like a daydream now- women were dismiseed. The only hope she had was to work hard.
But then she remembered, she had heard of eggs at school- was this possibly another way forward other than peasant life? Inside were beautiful creatures called dragons, and Rosalina was immediately taken by the first painting she saw of one, even as a child. Fierce, independent, a fighter, a companion. In the oddest way she could relate to that dragon. But she had accepted it was impossible to find one; no one in her family had ever found an egg, and as she got older the liklihood of finding one grew smaller. She had tried to find one since she had left the academy, but alas there was no such luck. This year, she had turned sixteen; time was running out, but she had made up her mind. It was military or dragon. Her mother had finally got a hold of herself, so now it was time to focus on her future.
Name: Unknown
Race: Red
Would be Rider: Rosaline
Personality: Unkown
Extra: Dead egg.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 2:23 pm
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Username: Sujidu
Name: F'ryan Coblebay
Age: 16
Personality: F'ryan is a hardworking individual who tends to put other's needs before his own. He is willing to do anything to get the job done, and wont stop until it is done. He tends to get along with anyone as long as you don't do anything to make him distrust you. He talks to new people fairly easily and tends to remember the faces he does meet.
Race: Human
Type: Tba.
Weapon: Paired Daggers and a Spear
Strengths: Getting jobs done in a timely and efficient manner, focusing on the job at hand, staying off the radar/keeping his head down, observation, street smarts, taking care of others, basic first aid and cooking.
Weaknesses: Planning/tactical decisions, enclosed spaces, making long term decisions (more of a present day kind of person)
Extra: He wears his parents wedding rings on a leather cord around his neck.
History: F'ryan grew up mainly in an over crowded orphanage. He was sent to an orphanage when his parents died in an accident. Before they passed away they helped run a fishing business. F'ryan would help out on the land side of things, sorting the fish, repairing the nets, that kind of thing. They left him at home when they went out to try and beat a storm to bring in the last of the boats. They miscalculated and the storm hit them hard. They perished out on the boats. F'ryan was 7. He was introduced to life in the orphanage soon after that and had to get used to a lot of people in a small area and working to earn his due.
F'ryan grew up doing odd jobs that the Mistress of the orphanage would hand out to all the kids. He'd be out all day doing various things. He would run messages, help out at the various shops with small things. Anything he'd earn he brought back to the Mistress and he would eat. After his duties for the day were done he'd help with the smaller kids who weren't able to work or were too young to do anything. At 12 he started to go to school and started to get harder jobs. He got used to the schedule of waking up to take care of the kids, go to school, come back and work, eat and then prepare the kids for bed. Him and the older kids would teach the new kids the ropes and keep them from getting into too much trouble. As he neared his 16th birthday and his schooling was coming to a close, he wanted to do something with his life. Get out of the orphanage and find work. He knew about the dragon ceremony. Everyone did. The one time he brought it up to some of the kids, about the possibility of being chosen, the Mistress shot down the idea and put them to work. He kept it to himself after that. The determination to either get himself a dragon. Or get out and join the military.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 10:58 pm
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 Username: Iodine
Name: Arist Kelbraken
Age: Between 13
Personality: Brash and bold, determined to a fault and always trying to prove herself. She can be spiteful when presented with limitations and hard headed to even the most simple lessons. Still she is loyal to death and caring of her allies, with a practical knowledge that one might dare call common sense on rare occasions.
Race: human
Type: Fighter
Weapon: warhammer and war axe, both large enough to normally require two hands.
Strengths: Shear physical strength and endurance, she has a high pain tolerance and a knack for physical challenges. History and heraldry come naturally to her and she has an affinity for wood and metal craft
Weaknesses: tends to be impatient and stubborn, academics come slow to her unless money is involved and she is mischievous at the worst of times.
Extra: A clean freak especially after combat, tends to bathe at least once a day and keeps her living space orderly
History: Arist Kelbraken comes from the Noble House of Kelbraken on the Isle of Fangs just east of South Draconia , legend tells that the Kelbraken Fleet was the first to swear fealty to The First King of Draconia and spawned grand warriors and generals building a strong military the likes of which humanity had never seen. Their loyalty and strength won the family a seat close to the royal family as Guardians and Soldiers. The Chosen that came from this house forged the strongest bonds between their dragons, while the unchosen showed their strength in the fields of glory with blade and strategy. Sadly House Kelbraken dwindled as a plague ran rampant in their halls and old patriarchs fell on the battlefield and political arena. Arist was the first born of the Second heir to the family head, while Stromns weak brother Armel lost power in political struggles and his younger brother Folt gambled away fortunes Stromn raised his daughter strong and vowed to restore the family to its former glory. Arist found herself chosen by the spirit of a green dragon, still born in its egg she vowed to become a great warrior to honor her father and ancestors and bring glory to her family once more swearing to guard the royal family from all threats.
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