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Name: Aziza Sterling Meaning “Mighty & Precious” Nicknames: Azzy Age: 18 Gender: Female (She/Her) Sexuality: Heterosexual & Monogamous Role: New Rider Appearance: Aziza can appear to be quite delicate at one’s first glance. She is quite feminine in structure, being rather curvy in build (which is something she tries to hide from most others). Adding to this feminine appearance is her soft, light tan skin – speckled with some small freckles along her arms here and there – and her posture. She trudges around the infamous “proper” posture that many high-up parents teach their “precious little babies.” The old timey, heavily mannered, and – of course – feminine type. The kind that nobles send their darling daughters to education facilities to learn. Straight in the back (she could still feel the sting of that ruler), impeccable balance (Don’t let the books fall, her mind whispered constantly), head up and in line with her spine (“Stop hunching over, you little brats! Stand up straight like a proper lady.”), strong strides (oh how her legs always ached after those lessons), and graceful footsteps (“If I hear the sound of a single foot, you young ladies will be repping until sunrise! Do I make myself clear?”). This stance makes her appear pretty weak to those who barely know her, considering the mannerisms that generally come with it. Her height of a mere 5’3” also adds to this fragile display, much to her distaste. Being one of the smallest in the group is not a fun experience. Upon closer inspection, however, one can easily see that she is everything but someone’s delicate, wouldn’t-hurt-a-fly daughter. She holds a rather lean and muscular build to her – one that allows her to easily hold her own in battle. The majority of this muscle is located in her arms and shoulders, giving her an almost buff appearance. The muscles in her legs and abdomen are quite apparent as well, even if they are constantly covered in clothing. But, neither of these compare to those in her arms. This short gal’s facial features would best be described as beautiful. Not breathtaking or angelic or eye catching, just simply beautiful. Her head is heart shaped in form, with a smooth jawline and slightly sharp chin. Her cheeks are flat and smooth, free of freckles, flush, and blemishes. This (thankfully) allows her to excuse herself from using most forms of common makeup. Her lips are typically marked with a frown, even when not feeling much emotions. A sort of saddened resting face, one could say. Their color is one of a natural pink that is only seen on those lucky enough to have the correct combination of genes. The eyes of this lass are almond shaped and slightly downturned, casting some shadows to her eyelids. The irises of these eyes are a pale gold in complexion – shining yet icy and cold. Her hair is quite long, ending just above her shoulder blades – if put behind her head. Generally, she keeps this long hair in front of her and splits it into two mostly even sections. The parting of the hair is slightly lopsided, with the divide being more to the left of her head. Thus, naturally granting her right side with more hair to deal with. This hair is also quite soft, shiny, and luxurious. The color of the strands are that of a rich brown with a slight red tint. In sunlight, portions of this hair can appear almost chocolate-raspberry pink in shade – as odd as that is to say. Despite being raised in a more traditional and old timey home, she rarely ever wears what would be considered “women’s clothes.” Though, what she does wear always has a feminine feel to it. Since the destruction of the academy, she had been stuck in a modest yet slightly face outfit. It starts with a black, short-sleeved shirt which has been bound by a golden hem. It is form fitting, but not enough to be uncomfortable for her. This hem can be found on all of the shirt’s edges. The collar of the shirt crawls part way up her neck, easily covering the entirety of the base of her neck. Here, the golden hem does not go in a straight line. Instead it decides to follow her sternum downwards. It temporarily comes together directly above the aforementioned sternum and is tied together with a small golden bow of the same material. However, this fabric keeps going just a little bit longer – curving out to form a sort of oval on her chest and leaving some skin exposed. But, it ends not long afterwards. Her pants are a dark brown in hue and slightly baggy in form. Enough to hide all her curves, but not enough to flap about. Her feet are covered by tall, light brown boots that are clearly made of expensive leather. They have a small and thick heel to them, and look akin to those commonly seen on horse riders. For accessories, Azzy wears a green and slightly see-through shoulder stole. It wraps around her shoulders and arms like a fancy shawl. The article dips sharply down after coming off her arms, and ends just below her chest. This stole is “tied” together with a large, red rose pendant – the symbol of her family line. This pendant is made of expensive metals, one that she has not been told the name of. All she really knows is that it is not iron. Naturally, some of the fabric extends past the pendant – forming a bow-like appearance. Dangling from her ears are gold earrings which end in a decently large emerald, one that is of the purest of green shades. Finally, wrapped about her neck is a silver chain necklace, fit with the pendant of a cross. She holds this item particularly dear to her heart, as it came from her eldest brother before he left to continue on with his life. Aziza’s voice is soft, feminine, and elegant by nature – enveloping all who initially hear it with a strong sense of security. If you don’t have any issues with her, that is. The volume of her voice is hard to decipher. It is not necessarily quiet, per say, but it isn’t exactly loud either. Almost like she wishes to speak up, but is holding herself back. The tone of her words are mostly calm and tranquil, and rarely waiver unless someone impressively manages to break her patience. As such, emotions almost never come into play when she speaks. As though she were just a robot following the programs of its creator. But, when they do, she will always leave the receiver shocked. Or, maybe even frozen. Like they never expected her to act so… human. Personality: Quiet || Shy || Non Confrontational || Kind || Generous || Empathetic || Proper Mannerisms || Bookworm || Intelligent || Affectionate || Hard On Herself || Worrywart || Uncertain || Second Guesses Herself || Patient || Boiling Hot Anger “I’m sorry, but can I help you? I am quite busy at the moment.” Aziza is quiet by nature. Having been raised in a traditional family, she was taught to only speak when spoken to. Of course, she has never really followed this rule outside of family interactions, but has left a mark on her personality. A good one, in her opinion, but a mark nonetheless. Nowadays, she rarely ever speaks to others – keeping her mouth shut unless absolutely necessary. Though, it should be noted that this trait had another source. It is likely that her quiet facade stemmed from her shy demeanor as well as her upbringing. Seeing as she’s always been reserved and slightly nervous around newcomers, it is of no surprise that she began to enjoy the aspect of just simply not talking. And, if at all possible, she will outright avoid social interactions all together. So, if you find yourself being approached by this lass, consider yourself one of the lucky ones. Thus, as one would imagine, she hates, no. No. Loathes any sort of confrontations – whether it be hostile or otherwise. They make her incredibly nervous and uncomfortable, and often spur thoughts and brainstorming on how she could possibly escape the situation. However, for the times that she cannot escape, she will handle the predicament as calmly and diplomatically as possible. Aggression and hostility rarely ever come from this girl. She finds such reactions or emotions despicable, and sees them as having no place in any situation outside of defending oneself. But, for the odd occasion where someone manages to miraculously press all the wrong buttons… Well, let’s just say that they should have been running for the hills the moment they started the conversation. As is somewhat stereotypically of shy people, the brown haired girl is quite the kind soul – always willing to lend a hand to those who need it most. She will absolutely stop whatever she is doing given that it is not something equally important as the current issue such as reading, and offer her aid. She’ll even do this for those who she has some distaste for, or those who despise her. She is also seen as being rather generous to all those she meets – particularly towards the poor and unfortunate folks. She will always give more than necessary to those in need, whether that be her precious time (which she could be using to read) or items (be it food or something as simple as a book). What typically drives this kindness and generosity is her sense of empathy. Or her willingness to learn about and understand one’s circumstances or perspective. She absolutely lives by the “put yourself in another's shoes” line of thought. Upon seeing another in any form of distress (and given that they have built some trust with her), she will go out of her way to listen to and understand their thoughts, perspective, and emotions – imagining that it was her in place of them to think of how she would have felt and reacted. Though, this empathy basically goes no further than an open ear and a shoulder to cry on. She is not one to offer advice unless you're dear to her heart. With the only exception being those who ask for an outside perspective. Otherwise, just be glad for the company. After all, she could be electing to anything besides helping you in that moment. She doesn't have to help… even if she will feel immense guilt from not doing so. Once again, thanks to how she was raised, the golden-eyed rider has grown to be a rather “proper” lady – manners and all. All of the usual “thank you’s,” “no thank you’s,” “no sir’s,” “no ma’am’s,” “yes sir’s,” and “yes ma’am’s” are all prominent parts of her vocabulary. As well as the typical table manners (such as no feet on the table), greetings, posture, and behavior around others. All of it is packed into a little package named Aziza. She (outwardly and in certain circumstances) is the epitome of a “proper lady.” Disgusting. She wishes to divide herself from this part of her personality – to some extent – and live on her own accord and methods, but that is much easier said than done. She wasn't just raised on this, but she was taught it through etiquette courses back in the day. And that method of teaching is hard to shake off. No matter how hard she tries, she still finds herself slipping on the bad parts of her mannerisms. But, she'll hopefully get somewhere in the end. As is surely evident by now, Azzy is quite the bookworm. Her absolute favorite activity to conduct is reading. Reading at dawn. Reading at dusk. Reading at lunch as well as dinner. She’s reading all the time. She’s honestly quite likely to even read while flying on her future dragon. The type of book doesn't matter, nor – for the most part – it's quality. Almost any book is a good read to her, so long as it has an attention grabbing plot. Though, reading is not just a hobby for her. Rather, it is also an escape. Specifically from reality. When times get rough or if she is running high on emotions, she will turn to books to calm her down. It, in a way, allows her to momentarily run away from all her own issues. She just wishes that it wasn’t so temporary. This short woman is known to be rather intelligent. She holds quite a good amount of knowledge on a large variety of topics in that head of hers – both random and useless, and vital and beneficial. With her most knowledgeable subjects being biology, literature, and history. She is quick to offer small tidbits of facts when need be, or whenever she feels is right. Which is basically when she cannot stand an awkward or tense situation. It is essentially a way to ease the atmosphere a bit. Though, she has to force herself to do so around strangers. Still, if one needs any sort of advice, it would be wise of them to ask her for information or advice. Towards those who she considered close companions, the pale gazed girl can be pretty affectionate. Not in a “lovey-dovey” way, but in a comforting sort of manner. One that lets a person know that she’d always be there for them in times of trouble. Her ways of affection are typically not verbal, being more so calm and soothing touches. Like a hand being placed on one’s shoulder or arm, a small nudge, or the occasional pat on the back. Hugs, however, are rather rare and saved for those who truly need it. Her go-to way of showing her care for another, verbally, is gentle teasing. Small jabs at another that are too soft to actually hurt and can provide some form of amusement. Though, this is an incredibly rare occurrence that will only happen when she is away from the group and with someone dear to her heart. Aziza is incredibly hard on herself whenever she makes any sort of mistake. Even a small one that will have no outcome on her life whatsoever is enough to make her view herself as a complete and utter failure. She will dwell on these mistakes and mishaps for days upon days, mulling it over it constantly and thinking of all the ways she could have avoided it. All the while, she will scold herself for not thinking everything through before trying anything at all. While she will in no way consider herself stupid, she always scolds herself if anything were to go wrong – including the times where she had nothing to do with the outcome. Where it was by pure chance or another’s doing that caused the project to fall apart. She will always put the blame on her shoulders. This line of thought has caused the new rider to become quite the worrywart. She worries over the needless things to an unduly degree, and is frequently filled with anxiety whenever doing anything that has the chance of going downhill. It also makes her rather hesitant to try most things, specifically that wish she knows little about. Though, she does have the strength to push through this anxiety if it means she can experience something new. Given that someone is showing her the reins. Continuing this line of negative traits is her apparent uncertainty. The young woman is seldomly confident in her abilities to do… basically anything but hold her own and read. She is never quite sure that what she suggests is correct or the best path to follow – even if she knows each and every possibility, explanation, or fact behind her decision. She will always second guess her choices with rhyme or reason as well, near shaking as she waits for the outcome. What if she got her information confused? What if she is wrong? What if this spells disaster for her and everyone around? Was that really the right choice to make? There’s just way too many risks with making any sort of decision, even if it is a part of life. Azzy is probably one of the most patient beings on this planet. It takes a lot to break her wall of tolerance that she’s managed to build up over the years. She can wait for hours upon hours for anything, even if it is incredibly important. For social interactions, it is near impossible to get on her nerves. A constant string of energetic talking, harsh comments, insults, and the like are nowhere near enough to break her resolve. Targeting her other unsavory aspects doesn’t work either. After all, she’s the only one who can bring her down on that front. However, for those who magically manage to press all the wrong buttons, they will be faced with boiling hot anger – hotter than any fire known to man. Once she is mad, she’s mad and relentless in her own insults. She will ensure that her words cut as deep as they can, whittling down even the most confident and emotionally mature people around her. It would honestly be better to run from her when she enters this state than listen to her words. But, worry not. She will not get violent unless the offender does first. Dragon: Open Strengths: - Physical Strength - Stamina - Agility - Intelligence - Hand-To-Hand Combat - Patience - Oddly Enough, Her Anger Weaknesses: - Will Typically Not Stand Up For Herself - Belittles Herself Over The Smallest Of Mistakes - Can Be Quick To Tears - Durability - Constantly Worries Over The Smallest Things - Guilty Conscious - Fear Of Failure Likes: - Winter - Reading - Spending Time With Friends - Learning - Wood Fires - Exercising - Free Time Dislikes: - Fights & Arguments - Grudges - Being Around Noelle (She can’t get past the guilt) - Unnecessary Bloodshed - Her Parents’ “Proper” Teachings - Etiquette Courses - War Crush: Possibly someone interested in her that she could eventually develop feelings for? Kenji, she presumes. But she’s not hard-set on staying with him. Not that she isn’t loyal! Things are just… complicated right now. Open Significant Other: Kenji – Honestly, she never would have imagined that she would be getting together with him. Let alone that she would have fallen for him, once upon a time. She, by no means, disliked any aspect of him. She just respected that he had been Noelle (even if she didn’t think Noelle was good for him). But, after their arranged marriage… she doesn’t know how to feel. Sure, she developed a crush sometime after the break up. However, it just doesn’t feel as… authentic anymore. Being forced to stay together rather than test the waters just doesn’t sit right with her. She still likes him to a degree, of course. His confidence is what really drives her toward him. But she worries that some of these feelings have begun to fade. Though, she is glad that it was him that her parents were forcing her to marry and not some stranger. Kin: Maybe an older sibling or two? Or some cousins? Open Affiliations: Noelle – An “enemy” of sorts for this gal. Once upon a time, he was dating her friend (now lover) Kenji, she didn’t think he was good enough for him, and then she somehow, some way got the two to break up with a bit of influence. However, she never expected to end up by Kenji’s side (boy, this must make her look like an absolute piece of shi-). It just happened to end up that way. Though, if she could go back in time, she would. It was not her place to interfere. She should have left it how she found it. But there’s no going back now. So, all she can do is pick up the pieces and try anew. She just hopes that Noelle will accept her numerous apologies. Open Other: - Aziza wishes to be taught in the way of a scythe. Or the bow-and-arrow. She would honestly like to learn how to use both. - Azzy had a pretty good childhood. Loving parents. Amazing siblings. Close knit bonds with her cousins. The ability to get whatever she desired. The like. However, she just wished that her parents did not have such high standards. - The feminine being is the youngest out of all her eight other siblings. I’ve never watched Game Of Thrones, but the dragons look pretty cool. |
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Name: Sombre Meaning: ( Som- Bray) Dark in French age: 50years Gender: Female Role: New dragon Class: Lunar Sombre is a dark grayish purple in color with lighter undersclaes. She has very big wings with large scales that she can light up to a soft white glow ( white scales in drawing) the scales are a light purple when not light up. she has small dark grey spines that are slightly from her forehead head down to the tip of her long tail. She has a slim shape and long legs tipped with long ebony talons. On her head are two antennae that can help her sense movement of unseen things. Her large round eyes are a light pinkish purple color. Sombre is roughly seven feet tall from the ground to the top of her head and ten feet long from tail tip to shoulder. Personality: Sombre is a dragon that is somewhat friendly. She doesn't trust humans very easily. Once she trusts someone she is loyal. She doesnt like being confined to one spot; she likes exploring unknown places and flying high in the night sky. She mostly is friendlier and more trusting to other dragons than most humans. Sombre is more likely to disobey her rider is she doesn't trust them and tends to start obeying them more as she gets used to them and starts to trust them though sometimes she will try her own way of she thinks that it is better which is a decent amount of the time. Rider: open Strengths: better at flying than most dragons, agility, intelligence Weaknesses: Flighting, she is rather week, social anxiety Abilities: Glowing scales, Sensing movement, Seeing in the dark, small plumes of black fire (not as powerful as an fire dragon), all abilities slightly enhanced when the moon is out. Likes: flying, the night sky, exploring, hunting, Dislikes: Loud noises, staying in one spot, Crush: none Mate:none Kin: none Affiliations: none for now Other: I like the book series Wings of Fire |
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Lakandánup Age: 50 Gender: Female
Role: Venom Class: Venom Appearance: When looking at this female dragon, one takes in her form first - her cool confidence in her walk, her elegant and rather lithe form, and the way she can stealthily carry her body. While she isn't exactly a small dragon, she isn't very large either - she's what one would consider a medium sized beast. From the he ground up, she stands at a proud ten feet tall, and yet her neck is an additional four or five feet in length : giving her the height of being fourteen to fifteen foot, give or take a foot. She's rather long, having a horizontal length of nearly twenty feet in length , but that's not including her long tail which adds another eighteen feet to her lengthy form, so in total length she is thirty-eight feet in length. Her body can be said to be built for more so speed and endurance rather than brute strength - her form being more suited to quick and speedy attacks in succession ; rather than an all out brawl. Her body, when looking at it can be described as lithe and rather graceful in appearance. Her body being slender, yet muscular - the muscles in her arms, legs, and torso being evident of that. She has a medium-sized chest, that connect to a a set of rather narrow - yet, sharp shoulders, where she has two powerful front legs, that she uses when walking on all fours, in addition she has two powerful hind legs as well : giving her a total of four legs, like a standard dragon. Her tail is long, prehensile, and flexible, able to be used as a weapon - quite literally, she has a few large spikes on her tail that could be used to impale or squash obstacles, it could be used as a whip to hit or distract someone, but the real danger about her tail : it's the stinger, equipped with four venomous barbs - and able to inflict very severe damage when used. Her tail is quite strong and able to pick up things - including humans, and able to fling medium sized stones if she was so prone to rage. Her front legs are equipped with a retractable spur - it's a last resort she can use when down and if a victim or her choice of prey is close to her, it contains a rather devastating venom - that causes an almost immediate death, which is why she uses it sparingly , even a simple scratch from these spurs can cause mild symptoms. Other than those spurs, she has curved spikes that would be where her elbow would be, three on each leg, with the exception of her hind legs where it's just one large, slender - almost needle like spike. Her talons are long and sharp, rather slender in appearance - they're used more for slashing and tearing : make adept at piercing skin and scales to inflict their terrible venom. She can always be seen sharpening them against a rock, to make sure they keep their shiny metallic onyx coloration. Along her body are an array of spikes, along her back she is heavily spiked ; with her inner spikes being long and sharp, and the ones on the side being medium to small - yet, still pointed and just as sharp as the longer ones. And they trail down all the way to her tail, getting more spaced out as they go. These spikes can also be moved by her, she is able to quiver, rattle and flatten them - it helps tell her emotion and mood quite easily. Most of the spikes are also laced with venom as well, so it would be quite foolish for a dragon to attempt to harm her when just getting stabbed by her spikes can get them into some serious trouble. But it's hard to tell which ones do contain toxins, so it's just better not to get pricked by one. Now for her wings, for one - they are a powerful arsenal for her. They help her slice through the air with a swiftness, they truly are her ticket for speed. In the air she's rather graceful, able to perform a variety of movements ; from sharp and jagged turns, to aerial somersaults, and gliding on and riding the thermals. She only has two wings, and she has a nice wingspan of fourty-three feet in length, being a rather good size. At the top of her wings are hook claws, that can be used for slashing and latching into hard surfaces like a cliffside or rocks. The skin of her wings are rather thick, as to make it harder for them to rip or tear - it also adds durability to them and makes them easier to handle and fly with. At the end of her wings are long, very thin needle like spikes, almost invisible to the eye. Her wings also help her glide and move silently in the air ; making her rather stealthy as well - a creature made for stealth attacks. Now for her face, she has a rather reptilian face - common amongst her brethren. A naturally thick skull that keeps her safe in collisions, and from them sprout six beautiful horns. The first two coming form the top of her head, and curling out to the sides, with two in the middle curling to the back, and then on the sides of the front facing ones are two smaller curled horns. The first pair of horns are twelve inches in length, with the middle ones being nine and the smaller pair being six inches. Almost like a natural crown atop her head - her muzzle is sharp and slender, but one cannot see the teeth that hide within her mouth. In her mouth are sets of razor sharp teeth, prime for ripping and slicing ; with all four of her canines being sharper than average, and not to mention her fangs are laced with venom as she has a potent bite and saliva, much like that of a Komodo Dragon, but much deadlier than that. Her mouth is more sharp, having a rather beakish or hooked appearance - and atop her snout are three nose horse, with the tallest one being ten inches and the follow two being smaller at eight and six inches. Now when looking at her eyes, they are rather captivating - being a very light and pale lavender color, almost mimicking the deadly wolfsbane flower, and it's quite interesting- considering her tears are a violet hue, but one must be careful with them as they are quite harmful and rather poisonous to the touch. Her eyes, are rather catlike with a pretty diamond-slit iris, and she has a third eyelid - you can see it sometimes when she blinks . . . it be quite unnerving, but it's very helpful. The first eyelid, is semitransparent- being able to be seen in specific lighting keeps her eyes moist and protected. The second eyelid, it makes it so she doesn't get affected by her own toxins and along with slightly elevated eyesight at night for hunting, and a good line of vision when she's in the air. And then the third eyelid ; it protects her eyes from mud, debris, sand and makes it easier to blink away - she also has better sight underwater, she uses it when hunting for amphibians and fish. And it also is good because she can use it to temporarily sharpen her vision if she needed to. But her third eyelid is mostly hidden, only been seen when she blinks or when she tired and it comes down but quickly hides after she wakes up again. Now for coloration, this female can be considered quite pretty. For the most part, her scales are of sable coloration, matching the darkness at the hour the sun is gone from the night. In the light you can see a metallic sheen against the scales, they have a violent sheen to them with a slight silver undertone to them. Her chest is different from the usual color, it being a an electric shade of cyan, with hints of turquoise and cerulean - with their being specks of silver and white, almost giving her a "starry-night" appearance on her chest. On her face, near her eyes are a creamy off-white markings, almost like winged eyeliner - and then with three dots under each of her eyes. Under her wings is where a lot of her color are, a bright orangish-red undertone - reminding one of a setting sun and its painted display. Atop her wings are beautiful swirls, that gently and elegantly curl their way around her wings - with beautiful dots and lines that connect and come together to make beautiful patterns - one almost representing a stingray : it being a triangle with a curled line, that has two dashes on the curled line. Overall, her colors are something to thing if that are quite pretty, they help her when hunting - especially when she hunts at dusk or sunset and her wings help her conceal her appearance. Now, when she is about to spew her fire : one can see it almost "charging" up in her throat, as the color changes in intensity from a pale silverish-blue to a dark navy blue with silver flecks in it. As do the markings on her faintly glow whenever she uses her breath. It's speculated that she may have some bioluminescence genes within her, but nothing has been confirmed or such - but when she does glow , it's quite a pretty glow. When this female speaks, you first notice the charm in her voice ; there is a distinctive and sweet honied tone to her voice. It's quite pretty and pleasing to the ears to hear - having a calming tone to it, being rather melodic even if she's just speaking. However, when upset her voice can grow harsher, being full of venom - along with having a more raspier tone to her voice and maybe just a pitch deeper than her normal voice as well. Personality: Wherever this young dame goes, her presence commands respect. If not from the bold, elegant stride in her walk. Then from the look in her eyes as if saying: I own this room, look at me. This female doesn't lack confidence, but is not overly confident as to be arrogant or cocky. She knows when to be humble and ask for help, it's more on the level she is sure of her actions and who she is. She won't let this confidence be undermined or taken from her. Khe has a certain fierceness behind her, with fire and passion in her steps. One can also see the fierceness reflected in her eyes, whether it be through sharp, unimpressed glares or a icy and blank stare. This female can be described as an introvert with extrovert tendencies, both sociable and unsociable. While young dame is good at making small talk with strangers she often zones out when chatting with her friends. Yet, they know she means no harm. It’s difficult for her to keep up conversations at times, but she keep initiating them anyways. She spends a lot of time with her thoughts when she's alone, but say things without thinking when you’re with others. She can come off as blunt and coarse at times. Being around people does drain her energy but in a good way. However, being alone for lengthy periods of time makes her anxious. This femme love listening and talking to friends about their lives- their struggles, successes, and whatever they’re going through. But she won’t get involved and would rather let them fight their own battles, unless she deems necessary or feels a certain protectiveness over you. She truly treasures her relationships and friendships, but just have a hard time showing it. But when she does, it's quite sweet.
This female has a elegant and refined nature. When she walks, she glides. Never having overly loud or clonky steps. She has never been a clumsy child, so she is quite graceful in her walk. Her posture is always on point, and she holds her head in a regal and dignified manner. This has been drilled into her due to her parentage and being sent to finishing school. When she eats, she doesn't chow down or dig in. She is slow in eating, savoring every bite. Her words are always well-chosen and elegant in manner, in a pitch that's not too mild as to think her unconfident or shy or too loud to think her unlady-like. It is one to get her point across. Even if she's angry she won't yell, but will deliver her words in a venomous tone of voice but eloquence and class. Her face is also way of expressing her elegance, by having a lovely and inviting face with a charming smile. Or her displeasure, with a sharp and cold glance that speaks volumes by itself.
She notices body language: posture, eye contact, facial expressions, and changes in breathing. It’s a common belief that when we lie, we don’t make eye contact with the person we’re lying to. You can’t hide anything from her. So if you have something to say to this young female , just spit it out; she would've dragged it out of you eventually anyway, and you’d just feel better for having gotten it off of your chest. Whenever she's still, this female uses her time wisely to hone her senses, soaking in her surroundings, taking in the intricate beading on the shoes of the woman standing in front of them or the way the man hanging around the edges of the territory and keeps paces. Sometimes she even like to make up stories; maybe the guy is meeting a secret lover, or maybe he’s nervous talk to someone. Since she notices everything, when something is out of place, it throws her universe out of balance, but part of the reason why she can remain so focused and productive in her everyday lives is because they have everything she needs at her paws. This dame is always attentive to social dynamics, and because she can read body language extremely well, she can determine pretty easily how people treat one another. She can tell when couples are truly in love by the tone in which they talk to each other or how closely they sit to each other. She can deduce how close a pair of friends are by the tone of voice and the conversation. She has an eidetic memory. She believes a person who could master their desires, their fears, and all the other emotions which threatened to overwhelm them reason was mightier than the wealthiest and strongest leader. many. This young lady has quite a reputation amongst her peers—though of higher rank, she has went and slept in the cold and rainy weather, and deprived herself of food.
While this femme can maintain a serene disposition in the most chaotic situations, this does not mean she is immune to inner turmoil. She just keep a lid on it. She does experience stress, but it's bottled up, like shaking an unopened coke bottle. The liquid foams and churns inside but nothing escapes to the outside world. In the case of Persophone , the turmoil is contained and hidden behind an expression that perennially projects self-control.
If overwhelmed and embittered, the she may detach and withdraw. She shuts-down and become resigned to a life she sees as a prison sentence, something that must be endured or tolerated, no matter how tortuous the path or the circumstances may seem. At this point, she builds an inpenetrable wall around themselves to shut-out any feelings or emotions that could distract them from their focus on a task or just getting through life in general. Becoming indifferent to the world, however, may alleviate some internal strife, but it also creates barriers that block emotionally fulfilling relationships and other outlets of joy that make life worth living. You'll never see her cry publicly, only in her private will she weep or grieve. Her face can be described like a mask and is often long-drawn as if weighted by the gravity of her burdens. When her eyes are not frustratingly impassive, they can appear, in a poetic sense, like dark chasms that act as reservoirs for the failures, disappointments, and losses of humanity.
Becase she has the right amount of wit and intelligence, she developed sass as she got older. Just like you learn to think before you talk, she acquired the skills of speaking her mind, but in a less childish and overt manner. Very diplomatic and has a calculated approach in what she's going to say and how to act, and uses a certain degree of logic and know-how to keep herself in tact. Known to be smartass. She’ll be the first one to call you out on your overt attempts of impressing someone, but the difference is, they’ll do it in a playful manner because she means well. She doesn't give a crap about what others think about her, how come comes off, doesn't take bullshit or disrespect from them, and she does what she wants, when she wants, period. This young femme has an inner motivation that pushes her to get to the heart of an issue and find solutions. This female drills for specific answers and don’t give up until they get them. Her high energy is infectious. She consistently drive their priorities through the organization. She searches tenaciously for information they’re missing and keep tweaking her mental models until they arrive at a positioning that works. But drive and tenacity can cause her to stick to a plan that isn’t working, or outdated assumptions, or an investment that is no longer promising. This female is a realist. Realism is the mid-point between optimism and pessimism, and the degree to which you tend toward one or the other has a particularly powerful effect on your use of the know-hows. Optimism can lead, for example, to ambitious goals that outstrip the nations ability to accomplish them or can compromise your judgments her people: “I know his ego has no bounds, but I can coach him to become a team player.” But pessimists don’t want to hear ambitious plans or bold initiatives and can find all the flaws and risks in pursuing them when they do. They’re likely to miss opportunities. While her being a realist makes her open to whatever hand reality deals her.She wants to get unfiltered information that can be weighed, measured, evaluated and tested to determine what step to take next. She spends time interacting with other packs and allies, getting information and a “feel” from those constituencies about their thinking.
She'll go the extra mile to protect her loved ones from harm – especially those in her family or inner circle of friends. She has a gift for creating stability, security, and dependability for the people she care about. It’s like she can create a force field of protection and gentle care around the people she loves. Will protect them at any cost. In the past, she loved creating a relaxed, optimistic atmosphere because that brings her a lot of joy. She enjoyed swapping jokes and interesting stories with her friends, making the castle smell nice with candles or baked goods, or playing low-key competitive games. Creating, or being in, an atmosphere that is laid-back, harmonious, and pleasant was good for her soul. However, she doesn't joke or smile as much, but instead sports a more stoic expression and has become more cold and distant to her close friends and friends due to the dire circumstances. It seems she's on a path of self-destrucrion.
Rider: Open Abilities: Poison-Fire Breath Venom Secretion I. Hallucinogenic Venom II. Stone/Petrifying Venom III. Paralyzing Venom Poisonous/Venomous Physiology
Tainted Tears, Saliva, & Blood Strengths: Weaknesses: Likes: Dislikes: Crush: We Will See . . . Mate: None Kin: No Affiliations: TBD Other: |
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Name: Kaia Seelen Meaning: Kaia - "Life; The Sea" Seelen - "Soul, Spirit Age: 18 Years Old Gender: Male Role: New Rider Appearance: Kaia has been described as a pretty man throughout his life, his skin tone showing his mixed heritage, with his skin being spotted with freckles. They span across his entire body, with a thick spattering of them across his nose and cheekbones. His cheekbones are strong, but not overly pronounced, while his jawline is strong and sharp, leading to a somewhat flat chin. His eyebrows are on the medium-slim side, overshadowing emerald-sea green eyes. His nose is strong, with a slight bump from where he'd broken it in his youth, only a small marking as his father had helped him set it mostly right. His lips are a slightly darker shade of brown than his skin tone, and are plump on his face. Kaia's hair is brown, a little longer than jaw-length, and is thick, framing his face and, in some cases, portraying his wilder side. Kaia stands at approximately 6ft, leaving him a bit above the average male height, but not so much that he noticably stands out from a crowd. The man is well-built, not stocky or with the frame of the bodybuilder, but built up muscle over a lifetime of swimming, running, fishing, and hunting. His frame is lined with sinewy muscle, but it isn't bulging too far out of his skin. More like practical muscle than show-off muscle. For smaller details upon his body, Kaia has a few scars. A few around his fingers, some on his legs, but the most noticable are on his face. A curved scar around the outside of his right eye, and a scar on his forehead, over his left eye. His ears have a piercing each, and he wears a necklace around his neck, a gift from his mother that he's kept since he officially left home. Personality: Selfless || Kind || Compassionate || Caring || Musical || Adores Swimming || Protective || Strong-Willed || Determined || Sentimental || Wild At Times || Spiritual Kaia is a kind man, up to a point. He likes to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, prefers to see the good in people before he sees the bad, but you can only push so far before he sees the core of your intentions. He's kind, but not an idiot, he won't let himself be pushed around or his kindness used against him by someone. He's generous until he either has nothing left to give, or until he knows the person is just taking advantage of him. The man is determined, sometimes even stubborn about some things. Protecting those he loves, he's stubborn and loyal to a fault. He'd throw himself in the line of fire if it meant protecting someone he loved. His heart is large and mighty, and it makes him love fiercly, cherishing the person, anything they make, anything they give, everything they are. He may be kind, but he's protective, and it, more often than not, overrides any compassion he would normally feel. He's not overly confrontational, but Kaia has never been scared to stand up to people, no matter how gentle he normally is. Everyone has the potential to lose their shit and "go wild", Kaia is no different. Kaia thinks of himself as somewhat spiritual. He was raised by the sea, swimming before he could form long sentences, able to move beneath the waves as easily as he does on land. The sea, being submerged by water, it's like his second home, the pressure on his chest an unfortunate reminder that he doesn't quite belong there as much as he would like to. He likes to think the coral remembers him, that the fish see him and smile to themselves, that the waves brush their soothing fingers through his hair with affection. He believes that every living thing has consciousness and energy, the animals, the plants, even the air and the water. Kaia believes in reincarnation, and, while he may not believe specifically in any higher power, the man does believe in something after death. He hears music in everything, music in the way the air moves the leaves, music in the way the waves crash against each other, music in the animal calls and the creaking tree trunks. Kaia loves music, and he plays many instruments, singing or humming to himself more often than not. Dragon: None/Open Strengths: Swimming/Freediving | Kaia grew up by the sea. He knows how to swim very well, has grown muscular over his life due to it, and he feels at home in the ocean throughout his hunting and freediving activities. Breath | Having spent much of his life in the water, Kaia has learned how to hold his breath for extended periods of time. Hunting | Kaia is a skilled hunter, both in the water and on land. Weaknesses: Friends & Family | Kaia will always put himself on the line for his friends and family. He'll give anything to make sure they're safe. Forest Survival | Having grown up in and around the sea, Kaia doesn't know a lot about forests and how to survive them. He has basic survival skills and knowledge from the ocean he can apply, but otherwise no. Likes: TBA Dislikes: TBA Crush: None/Open Significant Other: None Kin: Sedna Nurul Seelen is his brother and only kin in the RP. Affiliations: Open! Sedna Nurul Seelen | Brother [Text] Other: I wanted to keep him, so I just aged him down a bit, so him and Sedna are a bit closer in age. |
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Name: Sedna Nurul Seelen Meaning: Sedna - "Goddess of The Sea" Nurul - "Nimble, bright, sunlit" Seelen - "Soul, Spirit" Age: 17 Years Old Gender: Male Role: New Rider Appearance: Sedna is a man of a complexion on the darker side, while his heritage is mixed. His face is heart shaped, with a slightly rounded chin with his youth, but a comparitvely strong jawline. His cheekbones are visible, but not quite on the sharp side, but pronounced. His eyebrows are a medium thickness, and he seems to make expressions with them often, and scrunching his broader nose. The mans eyes are an emerald-sea green color, standing out against his darker skin and brown braided hair, which has beads and ringlets of metal weaved and braided into them, meaning they clink and clack at times with his movements. He has two piercings in his left eyebrow, a nose piercing, and a gold necklace that was a gift from his mother. He has a small amount of freckles over his body, primarily over his cheekbones and nose, but sparse. His lips are full, with a scar on the right corner of his mouth. His figure is lean with muscle, not scrwany or weak, and not stocky or muscle-man body, but well-muscled physique that comes from days of activity, swimming, running, and hunting. His physique leaves him standing at 5'10. Personality: Suspicious || Confrontational || Reserved || Cautious || Rebellious || The Wild One[TM] || Protective || Stubborn || Fiesty || Playful At Times || Fun Once You Get to Know Him / Earn His Trust || Musical Lil Guy Out of him and his brother, Sedna had always been described as the wilder one, the one with the bigger mouth, the one who "stuck it to the man", so to speak. He'd always been the first to stand up and call someone out if he believed they needed to be, the first to get in someone's face, the first to tell someone to shove it, especially where it concerns his friends and family. He's always prepared to get on his feet and fight for them, and for what he believes in. Sedna holds most things in suspicion. If it's too good to be true, normally, he's pretty convinced it is. He's cautious, cautious of many situations, cautious of many people. He sees the bad before he sees the good, more often than not. Not quite a pessimist, but on the darker side of realist. He knows everyone has a dark side, knows everyone has bad qualities, he just pays more attention to them. When his mind is set on something, the man holds a kind of silent stubbornness. He'll be absolutely determined to complete his goal, even if it's just by himself and completely silent. Now, once you get to know him and gain his trust, Sedna doesn't change all that drastically. He's still cautious, still suspicious, still confrontational and rebellious, but he becomes playful, a more fun individual. He's more likely to play games, more likely to sing and play instruments. Dragon: Open Strengths: Athletics | Swimming, running, climbing, they come naturally to Sedna. He's been doing them for most of his life, living out by the ocean and disappearing into the wilderness for days at a time. Hunting | Sedna is an avid hunter, and good at it, more on land than in the water. He was never quite at home in it as his brother was. Wilderness Survival | As a teen, Sedna would commonly run away from home and disappear into the wilderness for days at a time. He always somehow came back, often with minimal injuries, although not always. Weaknesses: Suspicion | His suspicion often leaves him out of the fun things in life. He rarely looks on the brighter side, and it can bring his mental health down more often than not. Confrontation | His confrontational side has gotten him into more than his fair share of fights. Some understandable, others just escalation of a relatively minor issue. Crowds / People | Being crowded or uncomfortable makes his skin itch in a way that makes him far more likely to lash out, verbally or otherwise, then if he was comfortable and in his own space. Likes: TBA Dislikes: TBA Crush: None, maybe open Significant Other: None Kin: Kaia Seelen is his older brother, and only kin in the RP Affiliations: Open Kaia Seelen | Big Brother [Text] Other: |
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Name: Aalis Soile Meaning: Aalis - "Noble" Soile - "Glow of The Northern Polar Lights" (Aurora Borealis) Together, as by her parents - "Noble Glow of The Northern Polar Lights" Age: 250 Years Old Gender: Female Role: New Dragon Class: Light Class Appearance: Aalis Soile is a creature of a seemingly forever changing appearance. Her scales are a pure white colour, an iridescent sheen making them seem to change shade depending on the angle and lighting. Her scales, small and packed tightly together across her body, appear as a range of colours across the rainbow, although humans may see her with a primarily green tinge, as their eyes pick up green the easiest. While it's clear that her base colour is white, some find it difficult to look past the iridescent sheen due to the changing colours. As tall as the female is, standing at 19 feet and nearby double that in her length, Aalis is not a beefy individual. Her build is naturally lithe, her muscles lean and sinewy across her body. They fit her build, giving her a muscled but thin look. A lot of her height comes from her long legs, with the broadest part of her body being her shoulders and chest, filled with large lungs and a powerful heart. Her ribs slowly begin to thin out, allowing for a relatively narrow stomach that reaches up towards her hips, similar to a cheetah. Soile's tail is long, like the rest of her body, and is thickest at the base near her rump, thinning out near the end. Her hips are not particularly thick, and neither is her tail, allowing it to become long, thin, and almost whip-like near the end. She has no large spikes or a spiked end to her tail, merely small triangle spikes starting at the base of her skull and going to the end of her tail. Her paws have rather long "fingers", leaving them as rather dextrous. Perhaps not as much as a human, especially as her paws are thicker than a humans fingers, but more than some dragons. Her claws are long, narrow and pointed, and are retractable. They're naturally retracted, and her flexing her paws unsheaths them. Above the beginning of the spikes are her horns, two larger, spiralling white horns facing back, with three smaller spikes lining each of her cheeks. The other spikes on her body are on her wings, which are each slightly longer than she is. That is to say, her wings are very, very large, dwarfing her height. The joint of her wings has a large, hooked claw on it, allowing her to grab and hold things and herself on walls. Like the rest of her body, Aalis' neck is long, thickest around the base near her chest and narrowing slightly up towards her head. Her head is regal in appearance, a little thin but refined. Her muzzle is long and narrow, filled with two rows of sharp teeth, like a predatory fish. Her eyes, however, are large and round, with pupils like a cats, able to narrow or expand as needed. The females eyes are rather peculiar, constantly glowing. Aalis Soile can choose how bright they are, but she cannot turn off the glow. The primary colour in her eyes, like with her iridescent scales and like the northern lights, is green. However, her eyes can seem to change the longer someone looks into them. Primarily, they are green, however other colours can mix in, colours like: green, pink, red, yellow, blue, orange and white, or a mixture of any of them. Personality: Wise || Compassionate || Loving || Kind || Extremely Loyal || Elegant || Empathetic || Dignified || Determined || Protective || Refined || Possessive || Hoarder || Aggressive Side is More Wild/Savage || Resilient || Strong || Intelligent || Observant || Calculating || Spiritual || Regal Rider: Open Abilities: Glowing
Aalis Soile can make her entire body glow at will. She can choose how bright and what colour(s) to glow, anywhere between a dull, dim glow or a glow that's practically blinding up close. The only exception to this is the fact that her eyes always glow, while she can choose how bright they glow too, she can never make them stop. Light Manipulation
Also Called: Light Energy Manipulation
Aalis can take light and manipulate it. She prefers to take light from around her, although she can produce her own for a higher energy sacrifice. She can take the light from around her and make it as bright and as solid as she wishes. She can make solid walls or weapons, or objects of light that are only visible and not tangible, and anything in between. Energy Stealing
Soile can take energy from light around her, but only temporarily. Eventually, she must release the energy and give it back, and it takes some of hers as payment for its aid. Meaning - Aalis gets a temporary boost, this can be speed, strength, her senses, etc., but it can only ever be temporary. The sacrifice of her own energy can affect her health or her ability to remain functional, and the longer she holds onto the stolen energy or the larger the amount she's borrowed, the larger the sacrifice of her own has to be to compensate. Aalis glows while this borrowed energy gives her the boost, as it's light energy. Due to the drawbacks, she tries only to use this power when absolutely necessarily. Light Breath
Rather than breathe fire like the more common fire dragon, Aalis Soile breaths beams of light. Rather than controlling the temperature, Aalis can control how bright the breathe is, how it flows (whether it's in a beam, flows like air, etc.), and how solid the breathe it. As in, whether it's completely solid or able to be walked through etc..
Strengths: Daytime | The daytime is very bright, and flooded with light. It gives lots of possibilities for Aalis to use her powers. Some may even see very faint tendrils of temporary shadow behind her at this time, visible signs of where she's subconsciously sapping the light from her surroundings. Agility & Speed | Aalis Soile may not be the strongest dragon out there, but her lithe figure and large wings allows her to be extremely fast and agile, with high endurance, but not durability or strength. She may not be able to pack a huge punch or take many, but she can avoid them and escape. Boost | Soile's ability to get a boost is a great strength of hers. It allows her, especially during the day or nearby things of light, to know that she can be stronger, faster or more agile for a temporary time if she really needs it. Weaknesses: Sacrifice | The drawbacks of some of her powers makes her hesitant to use them. She tries to only use light around her to manipulate rather than having to make her own, even in times of desperation, and she tries very, very hard to not have to borrow light energy from things around her due to the heavy price that comes with it. Metabolism | Due to the energy sacrifice that comes with her powers, Aalis Soile burns a lot of energy. She has to replenish this energy with a lot of food, plus her regular water and rest. This means that she has to be eating near-constantly, and in higher quantites or more energy-efficient food when she's actively using her powers, or she has to eat a lot at a time and hope she can hold out. Strength | Aalis is built for speed, agnility and endurance, not strength or durability. She can fly and run fast and dodge well, but she can't take or give hard hits. Dark Times/Nighttime | Being in dark places, like caves or moonless nights, are especially distressing for Aalis, as there's only a very low amount of light, and therefore limits some of her powers or makes her expend more energy. Likes: TBA Dislikes: TBA Crush: None, maybe open Mate: None Kin: None, maybe open to cousins or something Affiliations: K'issuk Ran | Friend [Text] Other: |
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