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Long ago the land was protected by the fearsome warriors known as Dragoons. They would be chosen and given a dragon spirit sphear and they would have to find and tame the dragon that it belonged to. The dragons came in seven types, water, fire, lightning, earth, wind, light, and shadow. The strongest of them would tame the spirit dragon and have the powers of them. But the dragoons were almost desroyed in a war and, though they had won thouse that were left of the dragoons were forced to flee and live as they once did. Years have passed and the last dragoon is now on his death bed and a great evil has arisen in the kingdom. In a box under his bed there are seven surviving dragon spirits and a will to give them to seven young people of the vilage that he had told the stories of old to. He calls for them to come to his hose for one last story. and though they are grown now they resect his request and come togather for a story that they will soon take part in.

Character bios
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Name: Darek
age: 19
Dragoon spirit: water
personality: A go with the flow kind of person. To himself some times but never seems to run out of enrgy.
history:He grew up hanging on every word of the old man and his stories. He was constanly picked on for beliving that one day the dragoons would return and he would join them. Only a small group of kids every defended him. Now he is grone but still never misses a chance to listen to an old man's stories. Though now he has planed to join the kings army as an officer and make some stories of his own. What he dose not know is fate never plays out at the time you want it to.

appearence:
weapon of choice:

Name: Quin
age: 19
Dragoon spirit: Lightning
personality: Energetic and bouncy, he can never sit properly still. He is very good with his hands and have a brash confidence of youth. He tends to act first and think later, as well as talk without thinking.
history: A common theif, he came by the stone of the Lightning Dragoon by 'liberating' it from the pockets of some travelers. He has had a rough and tumble life and tends to roll with the punches.
appearence:
weapon of choice: Throwing Daggers, in a near infinit supply... (Lots of them are hidden through out his clothing. Never ask him to disarm himself... it might take a few hours.)

Name: Enzeru (angel) Zetsumei
age: 17 turning 18 very soon
Dragoon spirit: Shadow
personality: Quite due to lack of trust and hard to befriend, but once you have proven yourself to her she is more talkitive and very caring, otherwise, she is cold and uncaring.
history: As a young girl in the village near the kingdom, she was quite happy and loved making new friends. She cared about everyone, even people she didn't know, but her friendly nature soon brought her great pain. Not many people know the story of what happened, all they knew was that her parents were killed and she was adopted by a family living in the kingdom. The only thing that they did know for a fact was that the girl was never the same again. The once caring child had become heartless almost, even tawords her new family. Only one person was able to bring a smile to her face, and that was the old dragoon. His stories somehow warmed her cold heart, and he soon became the only person in the world that the girl trusted. This was nearly 10 years ago. The young child is now only months away from becoming a woman and is saddened by the fact that the one person that had ever gained her trust since that night was not going to live long enough to see her 18th birthday.
appearence:

weapon of choice: A giant scyth

Name: Korrin Ryle
age: 16
Dragoon spirit: earth
personality: Rarely ever serious, rather rebellious, and has a knack for getting in trouble. He tries to act tough a lot and almost always talks in slang. 90% of time he has a cocky grin spread across his face.
history: Born a simple farm boy, I've never known any sort of luxury. The majority of my time since I was 7 years old has been spent on the streets of the village. I've pick-pocketed many unsuspecting villagers and stolen a number of things from a number of market stalls. Many years ago my father was a renown soldier but now he is a renown drunkard and my mother supports the family through her talent for carving and weaving. I have always been a fan of the old "dragoon's" stories but am too this day the slightest bit skeptical of a few of his accounts.
appearence: I am a young man about 6 feet tall and weigh 150 pounds. I have well toned muscles but by no means at all ripped. I have greasy but well kept shoulder length brown hair, thanks to the hair cobs I stole last time the traveling market came to town, and electric blue eyes. As for my overall looks, lets say I have a suitor or two in town.
weapon of choice: My father old iron short sword that I have learned to wield with an expertise throughout the years.

Name: Katara (aka Misfortune)

age: 18

Dragoon spirit: Fire

personality: Sassy, outgoing, and almost too proud for her own good. But she's good at the heart, though sometimes she's a little slow...

history: She grew up with her grandfather in a rather large hut out of town by a few miles. Every day she would get up, do her chores, feed her grandfather, saddle her horse or pony, and race for the village to hear the Elder Man's stories. She has always dreams of becoming the fire dragoon and most of her friends could report that she had at least one burn on her body every week from playing with fire.

appearence:

weapon of choice: two swords (Sword of Blue Fire and Sword of Red Fire.)

Name: Gilbert Grea (Gill)
age: 17
Dragoon spirit: wind
personality: Hes a hugger. He likes hugging people. Hes very hyper at times, but quiet and erm.....normal? at others.
history: His saturday evenings were taken up listening to the old man with six other kids tell stories. They fasinated him. He would go home and as he lay in his bed his head and dreams were filled with dragons and orbs and spirtis. (aha it doesnt make sense! XD) Teh rest of his time was taken up watching his little sister because his father would go and get himself drunk. The only reason he had saturdays off is because his mom was only home on the weekends.
appearence:
weapon of choice: bo staff.

name: Kiana
age: 16
Dragoon spirit: light
personality: Quiet most of the time, she is very kind hearted always doing what she can to help other. She loves to learn about new things.
history: Kiana was born into a rich family thanks to her grandfathers high rank of nobility as well as her fathers. As a child growing up she always wanted to make sure that others could have at least some of the same luxuries as she did so she always did what she could to give to those of the "lower class". As she grew older she spent most of her time taking care of some of the elderly in the village, one of which was the old dragoon. Every day when Kiana went there he would tell her stories of the old dragoons. These stories fasinated her, and she always wondered different things would be if the dragons and their riders were still around. As the days went on she noticed more and more that the old dragoons health was deminishing and was disheartened by the fact that there was nothing she could do to keep him from leaving the world of the living.
appearence :
weapon of choice: twin katanas (shown in pic)

Enzeru walked down the stairs into the front room of her foster parents home. Looking around, she noticed that something was out of place. "Where's my scyth and who moved it?" Her voice was low pitched for a girl and seemed quite emotionless. "Your father took it outside to clean it off." "That man is not my father. I've told you this for ten years now." With that she turned to the door and left the house, slamming the door behind her. "Now what's with all the dang noise?" Her foster father came walking around the edge of the house, his cloths drenched. "Where is my scyth old man?" "I took it out back to clean all tha....." Enzeru didn't give him the chance to finish, she just walked past him into the back yard and grabbed her scyth. She strapped the scyth in it's carrier on her back when her foster father yelled back to her, "Where are you headed to in such a hurry?" Without answering, she walked donw the northern trail that led to the house of the only person she cared about.

Enzeru ignored the girl that had spoken to her and continued dwon the path. She promised the old dragoon that she would be at his house by mid afternoon and she didn't want to risk being late.

((ooc: sorry, I'm not usually this mean, it's just my character.))

((occ: For those of you who don't already know, I'm playing as both Enzeru and Kiana.))

katara raced to catch up with the other. Runing passed the girl, she spotted a male up ahead. She smiled widely, waving her hand over her head, "Hi!!" She ran up to him, smiling.

Katara sighed, softly. Her hair was pulled back now, and tied. She smiled weakly towards Darek. It was strange to her. She and Darek were the oldest (him being one year older). Then there was Enzeru was turning 18 very soon. She sighed again, thinking of the memories of the years she listened to the old man's stories. Then she came back to reality, "Um... Is anyone going to knock?" She giggled, knocking lightly on the door.