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My Dragon
Name:
Sovanna Menaali Age:
240 Gender:
Female Class Type:
Dream Thoughts on the Knights?:
The little insects - they dare to come and ask them for help in their war? After nearly having her home and life destroyed because of their recklessness? She doesn't have a inkling of a positive view of these - intruders. She doesn't have fondness for anyone not her sister, her mate, or her brood for that matter - these little knights can piss off for all she care. She's rather apathetic to their cause and wishes them gone. She may be standoffish now, but if they can prove they're useful and can actually do something- then, will she consider not biting their heads off. Appearance: When looking at this female - you get an ethereal sense of feeling, like you're looking at a higher being. The first thing you notice about her, is that instead of being a typical western style dragon, she has the long serpentine like form of a Chinese dragon. From snout to tail she is an impressive forty feet in length - with her neck being long and slender, and a length of nearly seven feet. Her face is rather small and slender, holding a certain feminine charm to it - her snout being slightly beaked at the end. Near her nostrils are long and thin tendrils that give her a more ancient and wise appearance. Atop her head are almost crystallized antler-like horns which she likes to decorate and keep them up. They have a pretty opalescent coloration to them, and seem to shimmer in the light ; then having a pale rose and cerulean hue to them. Now, when it comes to height, this dame is rather sizable - being an impressive sixteen feet and four inches in height, of course it being balanced out by her body. Atop her head is luscious and silky mane, the hair being a beautiful alabaster color - being like a crown of glory on her head. It being a good amount of hair that comes down around her. Now her eyes, they are rather cat-like ; with a slender diamond pupil. They seem to watch and observe all that surrounds her. Her eyes are a bright golden color, it almost reminiscent of molten gold - yet they seem to sparkle like the stars. Now for her coloration, she is mainly a beautiful inky black coloration, her scales having a beautiful metallic like sheen to them. When glistening in the moonlight or even sunlight it displays the colors of the aurora borealis - the beautiful sheen of cerulean, lime, rose, and lavender. However, her face is the exception ; that's where her scales are a pure snowy white color, with a few black specked scales here and there . It's sorta resembles a mask on her face, compared to her naturally black scales. On her forehead resides something like a tribal mark and it is a blood red diamond and around her eyes, like some sort of eyeliner, are red markings as well. None know where they come from, but they add to her beauty. As for her body, it's mainly smooth black scales with a few rough patches here and there, otherwise her scales are smooth and cool to the touch -'much like a snake in a way. She also prides herself in keeping her scales Personality:
Abilities:
Dreamwalking It's as it sounds. This female has the ability to enter the dreams of others and also being able to connect said dreams as well. Though it may seem a simple and quick ability - it's actually quite complex. While she can by her lonesome enter and observe the dreams of others - she also can bring others into dreams with her, however it it rather taxing and she can only do two to three at a time due to her young age. She can also communicate with others in their dreams ; even those who in the physical world don't possess the ability to speak will be able to communicate with her.She is also able to "weave" dreams together to bring the fringes of people or dragons together. It's exhausting and taxing for her to hold together these dreams and planes - as she gets stronger, the less taxing her power becomes, not to mention, she is rather vulnerable in this state as well. Dream Manipulation Strengths: Weaknesses:
Crush: Her Devilishly Handsome Nightmare Mate: Her Mate, _______ [ Moose's Venom Boy ] Kin: Visani [ Her Darling Older Sister ] Affiliations: Open! Looking For A Best Friend, An Enemy, & Ex-Friend or Ex-Suitor Other: |
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Name:Alva Seara Odtsetseg
Age:24 Years
Gender:Female
Species:Aasimar
Rank:Captain
Thoughts on the Dragons?:Alva is naturally wary of such powerful beasts, but she puts the wellbing of her nation above her own concerns. This means she is willing to work with the dragons and find an amicable solution if it means they'll provide Stearlia aid.
Appearance:
Credit Belongs to Crowesn on Picrew.
Alva is a beautiful young woman who catches the eyes of others whenever she walks into a room. She strides with confidence at her height o 5'8", though often appearing taller considering most of her boots are heeled by a couple of inches. She has an athletic and muscular figure, often hidden beneath her clothing and armor so that others never know quite what she's working with. She has a wider set of shoulders, with muscular arms and a decent bossom. Her waist narrows as it comes down before flaring out to wide hips that give way to powerfully thick legs. She's built for power and endurance, but is capable fast strikes and agile defenses. She won't be winning any races, but she can hold a sword to the best of them.
The Aasimar has fair skin that is easily flushed from embarrassment or activity, her cheeks often a soft rosey color. Because of her fair skin, she is careful when she's out in the sun, not wanting to burn to a crisp, but it means her skin is also quite expressive. Her ears, cheeks, and neck will all flush depending on whats going on. However, her skin is unblemished, most of her wounds healing without scars thanks to her own abilities.
Her face is diamond in shape, with a sharp and narrow chin, with a feminine but strong jawline. Her cheekbones are prominent and sharp, but not enough to give her gaunt cheeks or any sort of exotic look. Her lips are quite full, and a bit too wide to be considered a perfect cupid's bow. They also part to reveal a brilliantly white smile that always seems to shine through even the darkest of times. Above her lips is her short nose that is narrow and turns up slightly at the tip. Her eyes are a bit on the rounder side, but not completely so, and soften the sharper features of her face so that there is femininity and grace within her facial features. Above her eyes sit thinner, pale eyebrows that she tries to keep well groomed.
From there, Alva's features are complimented by a bright pair of light blue eyes that seem to reflect the color of the sky. Whereas her hair is a halo of golden blonde locks that fall to around her mid back. Her hair is naturally wavy in appearance, though it can be more curly or straight depending on the day and its mood.
Lastly, when Alva is in combat, and using her abilities in it, her eyes will glow brightly a soft yellow color, a pair of incorporeal illuminous wings will appear from her back. They do not solidify, but they do appear feathered in their noncorporeal form. Her eyes and wings tend to glow a soft yellow color, however, they can shift to be a more pearlescent color that seems to fluctuate in color.
Credit Belongs to _Hera on Picrew.
Personality:TBA
Abilities: - Darkvision: Alva can see in the dark up to aboe 50 feet due to her natural light or celestial abilities.
- Healing Hands: The Aasimar can heal herself and others using her hands, illuminating them in a soft glow of light. Her healing ability is entirely dependent on her energy and power reserves. If she's completely drained, it would kill her to try and heal someone.
- Celestial Combat: Alva can enfuse her physical weapons with Celestial Energy, coating them in it so they add a purifying or burning damage on top of what they already do.
- Light Manipulation: Alva can generate and manipulate light, including celestial light, to her will. She can pretty much do whatever she wants with it, only limited by her imagination and energy. Of course, there are things that are just impossible, but since this is an ability she's still learning to use and control, right now it feels limitless.
Skills:+ Advanced Weapon 1: Longsword
+ Advanced Weapon 2: Shortsword & Small Shield
+ She's decent with other weapons, but not nearly in the same realm.
+ Intermediate training in First Aid.
Strengths & Weaknesses:Strengths
+ Calm & Levelheaded; Good Thinker
+ Swordsmanship; High Skill + Athletic & In Good Shape
+ Often Has Some Armor On
Weaknesses
- Alva's abilities hinge heavily on her belief in herself and the goodness of the world. When she doubts herself, or doubts if this is all worth it, her abilities faulter and weaken until she believes again.
- She is not well skilled at long range combat, preferring to be within swords length of her opponent.
- She is not a big fan of killing people, and sometimes that means she brutally wounds them instead. Which is just as bad, but she has a hard time actually just killing people without giving them a chance to change.
- She can be a little too trusting at times.
- Since she often wears armor, she isn't the fastest in terms of running, but don't doubt her speed in combat.
Crush:
None, Possibly Open
Spouse/S.O.:
None
Affiliations:
Open - WIP
Other:
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- N A M E - Sam Koubell - A G E - 21 Years - G E N D E R - Male / Masculine - S P E C I E S - Catfolk - R A N K - Knight - T H O U G H T S | O N | T H E | D R A G O N S | ? - Sam has nothing but respect and wonder for them. He thinks they are magnificent and incredible, with maybe a bias or two from growing up hearing all of his dad's wild tales and rumors about them. His mom certainly didn't help this either. He would definitely be starstruck if he saw one up close, no matter how cross or angry they are to see them - A P P E A R A N C E - Sam is a small fellow were you to compare him to a human of the same age, yet is considered average in height within catfolk standards. Quite the peculiar thing, height is, when you compare him to many different species. That said, he stands at only 4'10" which is around the height a human with dwarfism would stand at. Or, you know, just a dwarf in general. His body isn't very riddled with scars. In fact, if you were to examine the cat you would find it almost impossible to see a scratch on him. Not for the fact he doesn't injure himself or get hurt, but because most are shallow and he doesn't tangle with enemies very much. The most noticeable are probably a set of claw marks on his right forearm from another catfolk who he had a big quarrel with a few years ago, but Sam says it's in the past and they have both forgiven one another. Clothing wise, the tiny cat prefers to go without any of the clothing a person would wear, and sticks to a blue colored cloak that rests over his shoulders and flows down to a few inches above his waist. The front is clasped with a golden pin similar to the shape of a needle. Now in terms of fur and what his body looks like, imagine a cat standing on its hind legs and who stands at 4'10". That is basically Sam in a nutshell. Noticeable traits about this warrior is his white and light grey Siamese fur, a color not very common among his people, and his short tail that couldn't be anything more than a small stubble. His coat in particular is short in length, and not quite soft to the touch. Rather, it would probably be more appropriate to call it fuzzy more than anything. Sam's fur is mainly a whitish cream color, however his legs, muzzle, and ears are all the same soft grey shade. An interesting pattern on his back is how the same shade of grey starts at a bit above his shoulders on his back, not quite touching his neck, and gradients to a stormy grey color as it moves along his spine and envelopes the entirety of his tail. With weaponry, the catfolk couldn't be described as anything less than graceful. With his main weapon of choice being a slim silver Polearm he keeps strapped to his back, his every move is like a dance, performed by the highest caliber performer. His steps are light, like walking on low gravity, and it's almost as if he himself is liquid. While Sam does trip or make missteps sometimes, he never lets his opponent know that a mistake was made and moves with a grace even dancers sometimes envy. Yet of course, Sam does also use a secondary weapon in case his Polearm can't do the trick. Within a small leather pack around his waist hosts small throwing knives. They aren't tipped with poison like some of the trained assassins of a kingdom might use and the blades themselves are rather dull, however in dire situations you gotta work with what you have. A great disadvantage Sam has is that he is unable to wear any kind of armor on him, be it as simple as an arm guard or a breastplate. Not only is it clunky and detrimental to his fighting style, but with his lack of bulk and small stature he finds the iron and leather just weigh him down too much. Be it his best efforts in fighting or finding a blacksmith to tailor armor to his miniature size, nothing has really worked for him, and in the end he has just given up trying to find a way to force armor to work. Sam can live with the fact he will be vulnerable, and it just leads him to be more determined to become better so he doesn't let this fact bring him down. The catfolks voice isn't very comparable to that of a rubber ducky. Rather, it's a bit quick in pace and a bit rough around the edges when he speaks too loud. Sam's speech is clear and concise, yet he is still rather soft-spoken most of the time so it can be hard to understand him when he speaks. - P E R S O N A L I T Y - Sam, in simple terms, is a very sweet cat. He will never intentionally hurt someone's feelings, and is always looking out for others, even if they've done nothing to deserve his protection. In a moments notice of trouble he'll be quick to step in to defend someone, be it physical or emotional, and always finds joy in seeing someone else happy or content. He is a good listener, not just because of him being a cat enhances his hearing, but because Sam takes every detail and word into account when he makes conversation. Not a single sentence or syllable is wasted upon his ears, and it's incredibly rare you will ever see him distracted or interrupting you midconversation without a very good reason. The catfolk takes great interest to what others have to say, even in the most meaningless conversations, and finds he gets to know someone else easier by just interacting with them. How they speak, what subjects they talk about, and the direction the conversation goes can really say a lot about character. This tiny warrior also is very resourceful. No material or skillset will be wasted on Sam's watch, and everything has it's eventual use. It's just a matter of being patient and smart about where and how. With his tiny size comes great confidence. Not only in himself, but to the others who he has learned to trust as well. Sam has learned that hesitation during fights or making conversation leads to fast consequences, most of them negative. It leads the way to vulnerability, and vulnerability, when in the hands of the wrong individual, leads to horrible consequences later down the line. Confidence in your teammates is also important. Doubting another's ability or competence creates chaos and paranoia, and the last thing that Sam wants is to be a tyrant. If you don't have confidence in even your own teammates abilities, then who do you have confidence with? The knight is always reading to back his team up in a moments notice, and would rather be the confident but wrong idiot than the stuttering wrong mess. His observation skills are no joke either. Sam takes note of the scenery, the people, the sounds and way they walk, and internalizes it within his brain. Most of it is because he does tend to get bored easily, but in the times this information becomes useful and gets everyone out of sticky situations he is grateful. It's not only the scenery either, but also to the individuals he talks with. How they speak, move, engage in conversation, and how animated they are all contribute to the talk. It helps him know when to back off or push, when he can be animated and excited or should tone himself down because someone is getting uncomfortable. The last thing Sam wants is for someone to have an awful or awkward time, and to the tiny catfolk, conversation is a big element to this. Speaking of the last things Sam wants, the feline isn't very pleased when he gets really dirty or walks in colder climates. It's just generally unpleasant and not fun for him, and might appear more hesitant to partake in activities that involve said things. Don't take this personally, it's just a catfolk thing. Sam is a very Agile cat, even for his own species. Thanks to his rather small albeit rather fragile frame, he is able to duck and weave between chaos and make quick precise attacks against enemy lines. He's as slippery as a weasel, and as graceful as they come. It's a trait he takes great pride in, and has saved him from close calls in many a battle against an adversary in the way of his or someone else's goals. Most of this is attributed to how small and lightweight he naturally is, but with an agile build also comes one of his greatest weaknesses. Sam, as you would guess, is a cat who is very flingable. It would take minimal effort for even a dwarf to simply pick the cat up and throw him a good two feet or so across the battlefield. This trait makes him very fragile too. While on the topic of his faults, let's not forget to mention how he does have a small tendency to lie to others. While some of it is not intentional in the slightest, the other part of him lies in order to protect himself from the unexpected exploitation or just for a heat of the moment kind of thing. It's never because of a personal matter nor ever because of a grudge, but Sam will not verbally apologize for it either, even when caught in the act. The most he will give you is an ashamed look and maybe a headbutt later down the line in apology to you if he feels bad enough about it. Headstrong! Hates when he thinks someone is being condescending or underestimates him Won't outright say he is angry or annoyed, he might just brush someone off - A B I L I T I E S - N/A - S K I L L S - Resourceful - Sam is a catfolk who can take even the bare minimum of resources and find some kind of use for it. Whether it's now or somewhere down the line, it always seems he has convinced himself that every single resource has some kind of use Excellent Climber - Many surfaces, be they rocks or even trees, Sam can find a way to scale. It's getting down that's the problem. Sayings may believe that cats always land on their feet, but even he is doubtful to whether this is true, especially when he has to get down from great heights Graceful Fighter - Every move Sam makes on the battlefield makes it look like he's dancing instead. Every stroke and footstep meaningful, almost little anyone can do to disrupt his waltz - S T R E N G T H S | & | W E A K N E S S E S - + Amazing hearing + Observant + Kind + Protective of his Comrades - Hates the cold and getting super dirty - Can't wear any armor - Headstrong - Holds grudges - C R U S H - N/A - S P O U S E / S . O . - N/A - A F F I L I A T I O N S - PM me! :D - O T H E R - I'd be open to like- a childhood best friend 👀 |
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Reserving the Elf knight and the venom dragon please :> |
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Can I reserve elemental knight. |
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- Venom Dragon - Name: Vrosithe Age: 245 Gender: Male Class Type: Venom Class Thoughts on the Knights?: Vrosithe rarely holds any Appearance: [Name] could easily be mistaken for something born out a of child's worst nightmare, or any arachnophobe's for that matter. Built seemingly with only intimidation in mind, the male's body is large at around _ft. WIP Personality: From the initial study of Vrosithe's murder-minded physique, you would probably forgiven for mistaking him to be as morbid as his general atmosphere makes him appear. He certainly can sound quite dark-hearted or agressive, particularly when protecting those he calls his family; however, his words are often not to be taken as seriously as his gruff tone implies. Abilities: Shed - if his outer layer of scales and exoskeleton becomes too damaged, he can wrap himself up in his wings to shed the outer layer. This process does not take long, but he is incredibly vulnerable during it - however the process it worth it as his scales beneath are less worn and tough. It is especially useful to heal any severe injury. Injectable venom - both of the hollowed out yet sharp front teeth can release a toxin venom that can paralyze a victim for a length of time. He cannot control the severity of the toxin - it is regulated with his emotional state (eg if he's incredibly angry it can cause fatality) and pulses along his body like blood. Indeed it is essentially a "blood"-like substance for this dragon, and trace amounts of venom can be passed when he bleeds or uses his talons. Strengths & Weaknesses: + Ruthlessly agile and fast + Emotionally resilient + Fear factor – very scary/intimidating +Exceptional camouflage - Weakened by water/rain - Susceptible to scale/exoskeleton damage & injury - Uncomfortable in extreme cold/heat -Somewhat weak daytime eyesight Crush: His elegant little daydream, dearest Sovanna Mate: Sovanna Menaali Kin: None. Affiliations: Sovanna Menaali - His mate; the light of his life Visani - His mate's sister Other: |
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Druid Lieutenant Name: Sylas Alder (sy-las) (all-dur) “Man of the Forest” Age: 24 years old Gender: Male Species: Druid Rank: Lieutenant Thoughts on the Dragons?: Due to his connection with nature, Sylas sees dragons as beings deeply intertwined with the natural world. He believes that dragons are the guardians of ancient knowledge. With this, he shows them the most ultimate respect. Appearance: 
[Credit to _Modagit on picrew] At a towering height of 6'5", Sylas draws attention in any room he enters. His broad shoulders and muscular frame speak volumes about his dedication to maintaining strength and power. Each muscle rippling beneath his tanned skin with visible veins running down his arms. His hands are calloused from years of spending time in nature. This man is a mountain of muscle. His eyes are an interesting golden color, almost like the sun itself lives in his eyes. These captivating eyes are framed with thick eyelashes, enough to make others jealous. His thick, expressive black eyebrows sit above those enigmatic eyes. They are usually furrowed in deep thought. Crowning his head is a cascade of wavy, messy inky black hair that seems to have a mind of its own. The strands fall in an artful disarray, framing his face in an effortless yet appealing manner. His hair used to be long, past his shoulders but recently he has cut it due to the war. His smile is a rare gem that lights up his features. When he smiles, it's nothing short of dazzling. His smile has the power to light up a room. Sylas has a strong, chiseled jawline and a pair of endearing dimples that appear whenever he smiles. He has soft, full lips that have a slight pink/red hue to them. A light scruff has been appearing on jaw, he can’t decide whether he likes it or not. He prefers the clean-shaven look but he looks a lot younger without the scruff. Sylas has two thin scars marking his appearance. The first scar goes through his eye. The other starts at his nose before traveling to his cheek. Instead of detracting from his attractiveness, the scar adds to his already striking appearance. He typically wears simple, clothing woven from natural fibers, sometimes adding feathers or stones to his attire. Personality: Sylas’s aura is shrouded in mystery, drawing beings towards him like moths to a flame. His motives and intentions are often veiled, leaving others to wonder about the depths of his wisdom and power. Sylas is keenly observant of the thoughts, desires, and fears of those he influences. He is a creature of contemplation and introspection. He spends much of his time pondering the complexities of the universe and the interconnectedness of all living beings. Sylas rarely divulges personal information, leaving others wondering about his past, motivations, and true nature. Sylas tends to stay in the shadows, observing the world around him with keen, watchful eyes. His ability to sense vulnerabilities in people and circumstances makes him a master at identifying advantageous opportunities. Sylas’s sharp wit and cunning are not just for show; they are tools of manipulation. He is skilled at steering conversations, orchestrating events, and playing on the emotions and weaknesses of others to achieve his own ends. His ability to manipulate situations to his advantage is so subtle, most go unrecognized. Sylas understands the potency of fear as a weapon. He employs psychological tactics to keep others on edge, using the threat of his potential actions to bend situations to his advantage. This mastery over fear gives him an upper hand in any conflict. Sylas views life as an eternal game of chess, where every move has consequences and potential casualties. Sylas is naturally distrustful of others. He approaches new relationships and interactions with caution, always wondering about hidden motives and ulterior intentions. This wariness stems from his belief that people often act out of self-interest rather than genuine kindness. Sylas is an astute observer who critically analyzes situations, statements, and behaviors. He tends to see beyond surface appearances and questions the authenticity of what he witnesses. His skepticism compels him to dig deeper for hidden meanings or inconsistencies. Sylas’s cynicism often manifests in his communication style. He employs sarcasm and sharp wit to express his doubts and criticisms, using humor as a defense mechanism against the potential vulnerability of showing his true emotions. Sylas tends to anticipate unfavorable outcomes in most situations. His mindset is grounded in pessimism, leading him to expect disappointment, betrayal, or failure, even when evidence suggests otherwise. This negative anticipation shields him from potential hurt, as he believes that preparing for the worst is a more practical approach. Sylas chooses his social interactions carefully, preferring quality over quantity. He believes that most interactions lack genuine substance and sincerity, so he invests his time and energy only in relationships that prove their worth through consistency and authenticity. Unfortunately for this hermit, Sylas’s commanding presence naturally positions him as a leader. Even in situations where he might not be the designated authority figure, his assertiveness and confidence inspire others to look to him for guidance and direction. In the midst of chaos, Sylas establishes discipline and order within his group. He stepped up when he was needed to. As much as would rather be hiding away, cozy in a den with his animal companions- he knew he was needed for this quest. He sets high standards for himself and demonstrates the work ethic and dedication he expects from his team. Sylas’s leadership shines when it comes to decision-making. He's unafraid to make tough calls, taking into account various perspectives and information. Sylas’s actions are not impulsive; they are carefully calculated moves designed to achieve his objectives. He weighs risks and rewards with meticulous precision, often executing his plans with a cold determination that leaves little room for error. As the group journeys into the unknown, Sylas has been extending them his knowledge in the art of survival, respecting nature, teaching to take only what needs to be taken. Sylas’s harsh nature and complex personality often lead to isolation. He's aware that his actions and demeanor set him apart, making it difficult for others to truly understand him. This loneliness is both a result of his persona and a contributing factor to it. As much as he loves his animals and nature, he craves actual human connection. While he's generally distrustful, Sylas is capable of forming bonds built on cautious trust. He carefully selects individuals whom he believes can serve his purposes or align with his goals, and he may let down his guard with them to a limited extent. Despite his imposing exterior, Sylas has vulnerabilities he guards fiercely. He keeps his true weaknesses hidden, as revealing them would be akin to offering his adversaries a weapon against him. Beneath the cold layers lies a flicker of benevolence. Though rare, Sylas might show unexpected kindness, especially to those he deems worthy. Abilities: Nature Magic: Sylas has the ability of Nature Magic, allowing him to heal, grow, protect, and manipulate the forces of nature. His spells range from soothing wounds to calling upon the elements to aid him. His elemental control is minor. Animal Companions: Sylas has formed bonds with the creatures of the forest, often seen traveling with him. He is able to call them when he is in need of aid. It's not unusal to see an owl swooping close to camp or a wolf helping bring down prey for them. Skills: Botanical Knowledge: Sylas is a skilled herbalist and has a vast knowledge of plants and their properties. He gathers herbs, roots, and berries for healing potions and uses his knowledge of flora to navigate the wilderness. Navigation: Sylas is skilled at reading and interpreting maps, stars, and geography. He can quickly assess the best routes, identify potential obstacles, and plan strategic paths. Survivalist: Sylas is adept at surviving in the wild. He can track creatures, forage for food, and find shelter even in the most unforgiving terrains. Strengths: 1. Observational 2. Skilled in Various forms of Combat 3. Intimidating 4. Manipulation Weaknesses: 1. Emotionally Closed-off 2. Lonely 3. Agility: Due to being a literal mountain of a man, Sylas is not agile- at all. 4. Metal Armor: Wearing metal armor weakens him and his abilities. He is often seen wearing animal skins or leathers. Crush: Open Spouse/S.O.: N/A Affiliations: Open! Other: |
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