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╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗ Isadora Godiva Winchester ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝ •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────• Full Name:
Isadora Godiva Winchester Shortened Name:
Isadora Winchester Preferred Name:
Eldenia Carlton [Fake Name] Nicknames:
El, Goldy, Raven, and Miss Moody [Close Friends]
The Reaper of Mankind [By Locals] •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────• Age:
18 Gender:
Female Pronouns:
She/Her Sexuality:
Fluid •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────• Dragon:
Open •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────• Appearance:
credits to 菱哈哈 @ neka.cc Isadora is a woman who cares little about how she or others perceive her, her clothing theme tending to linger in the grayscale with little to no color available as if she's trying to make herself unnoticeable to the naked eye. Her aura feels like a chilly night, it's not uncomfortable, but it's not welcoming, either. It's cold yet soothing, heavy but like a blanket covering you, like a shadow born by the moon's light. Isadora's ambiance can soothe one's mind and draws in unwanted admirers, almost like an unseeable magnet was pulling you towards her. She's unfriendly to those she knows little of, with her aura growing thicker and nearly suffocating, a small sign that she's uncomfortable with their presence. Oddly, her eyes bear no sign of heavy emotion, tending to carry a somber and neutral gaze, a stare without judgment or friendliness. However, her eyes would light up when she spots someone she's close with, whether it's a friend or lover. From her view, her loving gaze is reserved for those who earned it. Isadora is tall, but not by much; however, it makes her easier to spot in a crowd, so she prefers to avoid active places. She's uncaring about her physique, with Isadora's height of 6'3 and her weight of 215 lbs. Her height has its advantages and disadvantages. Her stature gives her an edge in anything physical, like fighting or running, but she is terrible when to anything revolving around stealth. Another con is that her tallness intimidates people, although she's not eager to scare someone shitless as she doesn't want to hear them cry. Isadora's body is well-muscled all around, having visible six-packs and rounded muscles, increasing her durability more, unlike others. She can withstand most attacks from her opponents, yet those quicker than her may have the upper hand in draining her out. She's fast, but not as fast compared to the beta blood. However, she trains herself in all aspects, wanting her body to be balanced in strength and agility, although she's leaning toward the strong side. The woman's lightly tanned body is covered in scars from the neck down, with the more gruesome one on her throat, a blade wound she received from sparring with her trainer. To hide the injury, there's a tattoo over it. Isadora's face is handsomely beautiful, having an unwavering, calm, and determined appearance. Her cheeks are defined wonderfully, having a sharp look to them by having exposed cheekbones with healthy gaunt cheeks. Her smile lines that are partially visible reach from the midpoint to her nose down to the corner of her lips. She has a rounded and widened forehead, with her hairline centered perfectly along it. The woman's jawline dips into a rounded curve and connects with her narrow chin. Above the chin is a set of wide lips, and along the corner of her right lip rests a hard-to-see scar. Isadora's ears are rounded and settle evenly on both sides of her head, with tiny holes in her ears from many piercings she's got. The shape of her eyes is narrowed, giving her a sharp look when she stares at someone. What makes her stand out more is her two colored eyes of gold-green. Over her left eye is a long scar that reaches from her forehead to her cheek, along with a beauty mark under her right eye. If she smiles (which is rare), her teeth are pearly white, although her canines are longer than usual. Lastly, Isadora's hair is always short or medium length. Only hovering inches above the shoulders. Would she wear long hair? Well, that's future Isadora's decision. Her hair is thick and luscious, and the woman adores her locks and pays lots of money to tend to them. Just don't ask how much it all costs to keep it in a healthy condition. Her hair was originally a dark brown until she went outside a lot, the sun bleaching her hair. Now it's a lighter brown, almost like an ashen color. The ends of the woman's hair are a creamish color, standing out somewhat from her hair. Isadora's hair type is in-between straight and wavy, with the top half straight as can be, but the ends curl slightly. •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────• Strengths:
Physical Prowess
Hand-To-Hand Combat
Weaponmaster
Reflexes
Dexterity Weaknesses:
Speed
Endurance
Charisma
Socialness
Stealth •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────• Personality:
Stoic ☾ Nonchalant ☾ Cold-Hearted [To Strangers] ☾ Merciless [When Fighting] ☾ Unsociable ☾ Lawful Neutral ☾ Athletic ☾ Well-Mannered ☾ Dutiful ☾ Tidy ☾ Orderly ☾ Brutal [When Fighting] ☾ Strong ☾ Sporting ☾ Neat ☾ Can Be Loyal ☾ Honest-Liar ☾ Independent ☾ Hardworking ☾ Adaptable ☾ Disciplined ☾ Aggressive [When Fighting/To Strangers] ☾ Affectionate [To Few] ☾ Complex ☾ Hypnotic ☾ Private ☾ Frigid ☾ Blunt ☾ Moody ☾ Protective [To Few] ☾ Unbothered Likes:
☾Her Weapon Collection
☾Sweets/Deserts
☾Ravens/Crows
☾Thunderstorms
☾Certain Music
☾Quiet Places
☾Riding Her Dragon
☾Exercising
☾Reading
☾Tattoos [She Finds Them Hot] Dislikes:
☾Annoying People [Mainly The Loud Ones]
☾Large Social Events
☾Any Bright Colors
☾Someone Touching Her Dragon
☾Unwanted Affection/Strangers Touching Her
☾Needless Drama/Drama Starters
☾Socializing
☾Being Inactive
☾Cheesy Poems/Bad Pick-Up Lines [She's Received Too Many] •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────• Relationship Status?:
Single Crush:
Nada [PM me] Significant Other:
Nope Exes:
Nada •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────• Kin:
Unstated [She Wants To Keep It That Way] Affiliations
Open, PM me •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────• Other:
HTTYD [Of Course]
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Reserve storm and dark, please? <3 I'll get them up and then smack some riders in, too |
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╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗ Ráijá Vábo ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝ Age: 223 Gender: Female Class: Illusion Appearance: [credit belongs to myself, image is not free to use nor distribute] A creature of tall proportions, she stands at the maximum height of 19 feet with a lengthy and robust physique. Those that have espied her form relate it most to bird mixed with a feline. Disproportionate and curvy, Ráijá Vábo is an odd specimen of a beast. Despite her height, her legs are minature things. The true star is her neck, which is lengthier than her body and consists of nearly as many muscles. In terms of appearance, there is nothing unique about her. Her entire body is a solid black, the only difference being her face, which is a bold white. The sudden contrast offers her a look that best resembles a skull, and during the night, many see nothing but her facial features floating around. It is her most impressive feature, excluding her horns, which sit upon her head like a crown. They twist around like branches of a tree, offering her protection from all angles. In the midst of these horns rests a floating orb, red in colouration, and rather useless. But hey, at least it offers a majestic sight. Past her pointed snout and narrow face rests, not a pair of eyes, but a triad.. also red in colouration. Indeed, three eyes appear upon the female's head, the third resting upon her forehead remotely larger than the other two. The three are stuck in a constant glow, highlighting her facial features with sinister red lighting constantly. In terms of the remainder of her body, four wings rest upon her back. The two closest to her neck are large, able to support her alone without the help of the other two, which rest near her hind legs and are significantly smaller. In truth, they are predominately used for gliding more than anything. Personality: Apathetic || Tricky || Deceptive || Cunning || Callous || Cold || Flamboyant || Hostile || Impulsive || Moody || Predatory || Bold || Vague || Stubborn || Honest || Incisive || Argumentative || Eloquent || Challenging || Adaptable || Fierce || Manipulative || Selfish || Class A Bitch || Selective || Loyal [To Those she Deems Fit] || Likes Seeing the World Burn Upon making her acquaintance, many wish that they hadn't. Given her appearance, one may consider her elegant and regal, but oh, how she couldn't be more different. Quickly known to be moody, Ráijá possesses a predatory, wild persona that is unsuitable for even the most feral of creatures. Often lurking, she is commonly seen weaving through obstacles with a sinister look in her eyes. Everything about her is eerie and abnormal. It is not right, something is simply.. off. Known to be tricky and deceptive, do not trust her, no matter how persuasive she may seem. Ráijá has a talent for telling others what they wish to hear, manipulating them onto her side, only to leave them once she is finished. When questioned, she denies. Such a convincing case she makes, that she makes almost all doubt themselves. And when those see through her act and speak out, the outcome is worse. Known to have a temper, she will quickly become cold and hostile, ensuring that their lives will become worse if gone against. She is callous and cruel, never one to consider a friend. It is rare for her to take a liking to another, let alone do favours for them out of the kindness of her heart. Ráijá does nothing for another if she gains nothing in return. Selfish? Pah, it's survival, do what you will with that knowledge. Impulsive, she is a creature that often takes risks, and my, how stubborn she can be in situations. She is never wrong, not in her mind, and if she disagrees with something, she will refuse to partake. When questioned, one would quickly find her to be apathetic, waving them off without a second thought. Truly, there is nothing redeemable about her. However, one thing is for certain, she is honest, cunning, and incisive. She will tell others the truth, no matter if it hurts. In fact, she hopes that it does. She is also useful in dangerous situations, for she maintains a calm aura and is therefore able to assist better. Then again, that doesn't mean she will. Fierce, Ráijá is also argumentative in certain situations. Rather than using her words to make peace, she provokes. Truthfully, she is not a kind creature, not by a long shot. Of course, there is the odd specimen that she may genuinely take a liking to, but even that is a lengthy process, and not one that many wish to go through. Rider: Open Abilities: Illusion Manipulation Able to manipulate illusions to her content, she may cause victims to hear, see, touch, smell, and taste things differently. Able to distort the shape and size of a shape and surroundings, she can cause targets to misinterpret distance and distort another's sensory. This includes using awareness distortion, where she is able to perform movements or actions that can disrupt or nullify targets capacity to be aware of their surroundings, as well as her actions and attacks. Feign Damage
When needed, she can appear as if she is taking damage by using illusions. It allows others to believe that she is genuinely harmed. Not only does she pretend to be hurt, but is able to display physical signs of damage, such as blood, wounds, broken bones, and even death. However, none of this is true, simply an illusion so that she may inflict her own damage or escape. Pain Illusion
She is able to trick her target into thinking that they are in immense physical pain. Despite no physical wounds or affects on the body, the mind is tricked into believing pain exists. Able to make her opponent wither in agony to exhaust them mentally and physically, it often offers her an advantage to creature true pain in the process. Telekinesis
She is able to move or manipulate objects with her mind. A useful ability, it allows Raija to move things, making others question whether or not they're seeing an illusion, or an actual object. Overall, a good offense tool. Strengths: - Abilities - Her cunning - Her selfishness (believe what you will, but it aids her personally) - Her height and muscle that comes along with it - Her adaptability - Her ability to remain calm in dangerous situations - Combat, such as offense and defense - Her age = more experience - Easily camouflaged at night - Her third eye = better sight - Winning - Gliding and speedy flight Weaknesses: - Overuse of abilities = draining mentally and physically. When overused, it may cause headaches as well as physically draining her to the point of exhaustion and in severe causes, fainting or death - Not easily camouflaged during the day - Her temper. It's bad - Her impulsiveness - Tall = easily spotted - Tall = slower and less stealthy - No spikes upon her neck = no protection Likes: - Isolation - Night - Tricking others - Using her abilities for fun on innocents - Preying on others - Flying/gliding - Trees - Outsmarting others - Quiet - Fighting/combat Dislikes: - Being approached by individuals - Favours - Losing - Loudness - Snow - Heat - Most individuals Crush: Akhenaten
Mate: Akhenaten, her beloved
Kin: None, she probably ate them |
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"A word with two meanings"(Outstreched Arms and Understanding) Age 154 Years Gender Male Class Wind Class Appearance Fathom is a younger dragon,he has enormous wings that are are twice the size of 16 ft tall body. His slim but muscular body helps him soar through the strongest of winds and storms. His eyes have three eyelids, like a bird. The extra eyelid helps protect his "hawk like" eyes from flying debris in a storm. He has smooth scales and lean horns and spikes, this helps him fly faster and steadier. His tail goes to a wisp thin which not only makes him fast, but it's good for whipping enemies. 
All credits go to me, I give no permission for anyone else to use it.
Fathoms scales are the colors of clouds, storm clouds and regular, fluffy, white clouds. His body is a light-ish grey, which sometimes looks blue when the sun hits him just right. Same thing with his under scales which are a lighter gray. His wings are a bold grey. At the tips of his wings are little flecks of grey-ish blue and sometimes grey-ish green. He has very reflective scales which make him hard to see when he is flying. 
c) DragonWolfy on WP
His huge, yellow eyes seem to stare right into your soul, but at the same time they are kind and caring. Hawk like eyes help him see better when flying through dark storms or when he is searching for unfortunate prey. His sense of smell is powerful, it helps him find food when flying at high altitudes. He has sharp dark-grey talons that are great for snatching up prey.
Fathoms snout is a blotched out white like someone shoved his snout into a bucket of bleach. Almost completely faded, pink scars cover his muzzle and the rest of his majestic body. Personality [Fiercely loyal, understanding, distrustful, cautious, deprived of love and affection, calm and patient, traumatized, sweet, brave but timid at first, goofy, a little stubborn, loves tiny humans, gets frightened by loud noises and explosions]
Fathom is definitely more on the passive side of life, heck most people would probably call him harmless. He doesn't like to start trouble and in fact he tries to stay out of it as much as possible. Violence never solves anything, yet sometimes in life you gotta fight.
Credits to me, please don't use unless you go by the name "Not Debbie"
Humans were merely a part of the problem in life, he didn't trust them. At All. They were they reason why Shroud died, and he is not willing to take anymore risks with humanity.
Fathom couldn't remember when he last cared about someone, he is indeed lonely but he is afraid to lose another loved one. Rider Open Abilities As a wind dragon, naturally Fathom finds it easier to breathe at high altitudes and is one of the best flyers out of the other dragon clad due to greater endurance and speed. His wings can send gusts powerful enough to break a tree, and instead of blowing fire breath, he releases high-speed winds from his mouth. Fathom has even figured out how to make small tornadoes by flying in a circular motion. Strengths
Open air- Fights extremely well when flying
Strong winds- He can use wind or storms to his advantage Clouds- He is very difficult to see when flying through clouds Water- He is a terrible swimmer but using his high-speed wind breath on water can do some cool stuff Cold- Flying at such high altitudes requires someone who can handle the cold Weaknesses
Heat and smoke- Makes it harder to breathe for him Trees- They make it hard for him to catch food and fly through, since his wings are so large Loud noises- terrifies him Explosions- freaks him out Brute Force- His body isn't made to handle direct hits
Bodies of Water- Bad at swimming, though rain does not affect him Likes Flying Quiet Tiny Humans (Children) Pleasing Alone Time With Rider Dislikes Most Humans (there are exceptions) Being Trapped Explosions Loud Noises Being Completely Alone Crush Open
Mate
Open
Kin
Deceased Sister (Shroud)
Affiliations
Open ... Other HTTYD or Wings of Fire <3 |
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Name: Rhyhor Age: 250 Gender: Male Class: Storm Appearance: Rhyhor is an interesting dragon to look at, a mix of a normal dragon and what could be considered a wyvern if looked at from the wrong angle. His back legs are quite normal, strong, muscular, it's the front of his body that can get a little tricky to look at. Out of his shoulders where his legs would be come his wings, thick, strong, and with a claw-foot apprendage on the joint. His wings can absolutely support his bodyweight and can act like another pair of legs, like a wyvern. However, depending on how he's standing and what angle someone is looking at him from, they may notice that, just below where his wings connect with his body, is another set of legs. Slightly shorter than forelegs of a dragon perhaps should be, if he's pushed himself to stand normally with his wings, his claws just barely scrape the ground. These can also support his weight, and act as forelegs if he desires it. Standing on his forelegs, Rhyhor is only a little shorter than he is when he stands at his full height with his wings, which push him to a clean 19 feet tall, with an extremely muscular, bulky build. At times, he can be seen having pushed himself to sit on his hind legs, if he's using his wings to walk then often he ends up having an odd, almost threatening lumbering gait, and if he's using all six of his appendages to move then it's almost as if he's scrambling somewhere as quick as he can. His head is broad and muscular, his teeth are long, sharp and some of them protrude from his maw, glinting in the light of his storms. He has a second row of teeth that are serrated and facing backwards, meaning that once you're trapped in his mouth, only Rhyhor can choose to let you go, or you lose a limb. His eyes are pupiless, without a sclera [the whites], and a bright, almost glowing white-blue color, not unlike the lightning that comes from his maw. Out of the back of his head, Rhyhor has a small crown of horns, with two jutting out from just above his eyebrows that are larger than the rest. Starting around the middle of his head and going all the way down his spine are a row of spikes. They start small on his head, remain semi-small, although increasing slowly in size, along his neck, rapidly increase in size on his back, with the largest in the middle of his back. From there, they begin to slowly shrink again, with the smallest on the end of his tail. His scales are a very dark grey, not unlike heavy, aggressive storm clouds. He's this color pretty much all over his body, other than paler grey scars that adorn his scales from fighting. The membrane of his wings have slightly paler swirling patterns on them, only visible if you're up-close and actually looking for them. Personality: Observant || Solitary || Extremely Wild / Untamed || Volatile || Extremely Territorial || Possessive || Loyal Like a Dog || Harsh || Unpredictable || Mildly Short Tempered || Stubborn || Independent || Reclusive || Likes His Own Space || Protective || Food Aggressive / Resource Guarder || Borderline Feral || Skilled Like a true storm, Rhyhor is volatile, destructive and untamed. He's aggressive to his core, leaving carnage in his wake once he's on a warpath. Once he's got it in his head that he needs to fight, he goes until there's no one else to fight, until he drops, or if, for some reason, he thinks it isn't worth it anymore. He's as unpredictable as a storm front, a switch in his head flipping on a whim, lightning settled in his heart and ready to zap anyone that dares to get too close. He prefers his own company, always has and always will. The silent crackling of lightning between fangs, the patter of the storm overhead, the powerful, invincible feeling that always comes from gliding among the thunderstorm. He prefers the company of raindrops against his scales, of wind against his ears, of lightning as blue as his eyes. Others have always gotten in his way, have always allowed weaknesses and distractions that he couldn't afford. He's territorial and possessive, once someone or something is his, it's his, and he would kill and die to defend it. Food and resources are no different, with a high amount of food aggression and resource guarding behavior. His short temper truly shines here, if he's approached by someone he doesn't trust completely while he has food, a growl is the mildest of his reactions. He's likely to be more tolerant of someone he trusts, but he has his limits, even then. He's observant, he notices as much as he can, and notes it all down. He likes to be on top, he likes to be one step ahead, and he likes to know that he can hold his own and not have to back down. He finds company is often crowded, unless it's a certain few, and he prefers his own space, but once he's found those certain few, Rhyhor is loyal like a dog, and would fight to the ends of the earth for them. Rider: Open Abilities: Storm Manipulation Rhyhor can sense, shape, manipulate and dissipate storms, and, if the conditions are right, he can bring storms together. He can control how severe they are, in some cases what type of storm they are, and if the conditions are right he can "create" the storm. He cannot control elements of a storm separately [he cannot manipulate water outside of the rain of the storm type thing]. Lightning Production
Instead of the "fire breath" of some other dragons, Rhyhor spits out lightning. He can control how severe it is, where it goes, etc. He can also make his scales electric for large amounts of time, mainly to avoid unwanted touches. In same cases, he can even use the lightning of a storm to make his attacks more powerful, this falls into lightning production and his storm manipulation. If he's charging up his lightning breath, the spikes along his spine begin to glow. The more of them glowing/the brighter they are, the more powerful the attack is going to be. If he's used his "absorb lightning" skill, his scales begin glowing too, to signify how powerful his attack is going to be. Lightning Immunity Rhyhor is immune is all things to do with lightning or electricity. Strengths: Skilled | Rhyhor, being a very territorial dragon, has had a lot of experience fighting to defend what's his. This leaves him extremely able to fight, and more than willing to if the need arises. Brawn and Brains | While he's large and bulky, Rhyhor isn't an idiot. He's not the smartest out there, sure, but he's got some brains in his silly little head. Extra Legs | Having extra legs comes in handy for a lot of reasons. More things to grab with, more to damage with, more to fight with. Weaknesses: Extreme Heat | Long periods of time in extreme heat get to him. They may not truly affect him all too much, but he functions much better in mildly chilly or average weather. Agility | Rhyhor is big and bulky, not agile or overly quick. He's built to be beefy and pack a punch, not to run and escape something. Conditions | To make/"create" storms, the conditions must be right. He can't make a storm out of thin air, the elements and needs of the storm must already be there for him to bring them together. Personality | He isn't a friendly dragon. He's territorial, wild, and unpredictable. He's been in more fights than he can remember. He's a timebomb waiting to go off on anything that gets too close. Lacking Empathy | It isn't that he can't be empathetic, it's really just that he doesn't care enough about anyone to try. Likes: TBA Dislikes: TBA Crush: None, maybe open Mate: None Kin: None Affiliations: TBD/Maybe open Other: HTTYD to be honest |
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Name: Peter M. Evans Age [15-18]: 16 Gender: Male Orientation: Unknown Appearance: Despite being relatively tall for his age, around a good six feet, Peter has no weight to him. Tall, yes. Any fat or thickness to him? No. Not at all. His scrawny and lithe build gives him more of a clumsy and awkward agility rather than a graceful smooth way of moving. It is hard to lose him, due to his height but it's equally as hard to get his attention. With bright emerald colored eyes that jump out from his soft rust red hair, framing freckled pale skin. Peter seems somewhat normal at first until you try and talk to him. This young man tends to wear the face of staring into space. He's extremely movement oriented, watching for things to move. Why? Peter is deaf. Can't hear a word or thing. Which is partially why it's hard to lose him. Peter usually wears a belt, which has a small metal bell attached to it. He thinks it looks cool, has no idea that it makes noise. No clue whatsoever. This young man has no sense of stealth. He tends to wear brighter colored vests, easier to see him and keep track of a vibrant colored tall young man. Visual Link here; LINK (c)85543 Personality: While being deaf has its challenges, Peter himself is also a challenge. He likes to think he can get things done. He's got this, he can do it. Most of the time, however, he in fact can not do it and he doesn't got it. Resentment is often built up inside and can explode in a silent fury. Well, silent to him, he huffs and makes noises intermittently. How he is still somewhat alive, the world may never know. If, however, he makes a friend? He seems to change almost immediately. He's brighter, bubbly and open. Peter hardly leaves their side, preferring to stick nearby and hang around them without really caring what they do. He's supportive, even if he's confused. Dreadfully confused. However, one must be cautious around this particular young man. As strong and brave as he appears, he is renown for clumsiness and horrible luck. Most of which attacks him. Good luck. Dragon: open Stengths: -Speed: Despite his awkwardness, Peter is rather quick. His lithe form allows him to move quickly. If he doesn't trip over his feet first. He has a longer gait for running, letting him cover more ground in less time. -Sight/smell: Since Peter is deaf, his other senses have grown to accommodate. He is constantly looking for movement and his sense of smell has grown just a little bit more adequate than usual. This also attributes to a weakness however if he gets sick. Weaknesses: -Stealth/silence: There is no stealth or silence to this particular young man. None whatsoever. Between his bell attached to his belt, the fact he literally can not hear what he does or say and his brightly colored vests? He can be spotted from a mile away.
-Strength: Likewise, Peter's light and lithe form means he has very little muscle mass. His strength is... iffy at best. He at least has enough to work for now. Likes: Warmth, flying and sweets. Dislikes: Cold, darkness, bitter foods. Crush: n/a
Significant Other: n/a
Kin: unknown
Affiliations: n/a
Other: either How to train your Dragon... or the IceFire series, messed with my head but dang it was good. |
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AKA: Jaz "Uncontrollable Force of Nature" Age 16 Years Gender Female Straight Appearance Jasper is a little shorter than average, but not too short. She is a slim healthy girl, and she is quite muscular. Her shoulders are quite broad and they probably would be counted as manly shoulders. She has long, brown, hair and bangs that constantly fall in her light brown eyes. Jasper likes to keep her hair down, but it’s not impossible to find her hair up into a messy bun, braid, or even just a ponytail. Her eyes are almond shaped with that adventurous glare to them. Her lips a nice rosey color but they are kinda chapped. She has small, barley noticeable, freckles on her nose and cheeks. Her skin is a slightly darker tan and she has naturally longer fingernails. Jasper is also double jointed and can weirdly make her elbows and thumbs go backwards. On her pants, Jasper has a belt, and on her belt she carries around a pouch with reasorces, like healing herbs, dried fruits, plus so much more. It even has holders for throwing stars and her sword, Fate. Fate is a iron sword with decently well made leather, handle with a gold dragon symbol on it. The handle was made by Jasper's mom before she passed away. Jasper always marks her work with that symbol, it makes her feel closer to her mom. She also wears a dragon tooth necklace, with what she swears still has a bit of dragon gums on it. Her choice of clothing is an old, brown, hoodie with a built face mask thing. Her hoodie has long sleeves slightly pulled up to reveal long black gloves with finger holes. On her feet are leather boots with some protective metal on them. She wears leather amour with metal shoulders and plates of metal protecting her legs. Not only does her choice of clothing protect her, it also makes her feel very cool. She grew up as a blacksmith, so she made some of her own weapons and amour. Personality (Wild, Nice, Choatic, Fierce, Brave, Weird, Extremely Stubborn, Hard- Working, Wants to prove herself, Truth Seeker, More on the Independent side, Dragon nerd, Artist) - Jasper always felt like she was destined for something great. She wants to fix the the world, but how could she? She was a "simple" blacksmith.
Her awful stepmom always forbid her from doing " dirty work," and got rid of all the weapons in the household. Jasper didn't care, she just made her own weapons, and practiced every day with them. She would even call herself a "weapon master." She was great with swords, but AMAZING at throwing stars. She never missed a target with those thing! Throwing stars were one of those things that came naturally with her. They were sooo much fun to her! She would spend hours outside throwing them at trees or at any unlucky little critter that was in her way. Drawing was another natural ability to her. She loved drawing and making her own little fantasy worlds. She could draw what was on her mind. She could even draw out her feelings! Sometimes when she couldn't sleep, she would doodle what was going on in her brain. Drawing just calmed her mind, it somehow made her feel better.
Jasper was also a BIG dragon nerd, she studied and read all about dragons. They were beautiful, magnificent creatures! Beautiful yet deadly.
The world is just a cruel, terrible place filled with cruel, terrible people. Jasper just knew, deep down, she had to do something. Anything. Dragon Open Stengths Craftsmanship Throwing Stars and Knives Weaknesses Gets Distracted a Lot Tricky Decisions Likes Dragons: When it comes to dragons, Jasper is an absolute nerd!
Nature: Nature is beautiful, so calm and peaceful.
Blacksmithing: Crafting with metals excites Jasper, it's dangerous and dirty work. Drawing: Drawing brings her peace. Jasper can draw what's on her mind.
Causing choas: Why not? Choas is fun. Adventures: Exploring is just plain fun. Seeing something new is great. Dislikes
Spiders: Honestly don't know anyone who likes spiders. Snobs: These people are just straight up annoying. Homework: Jasper's greatest enemy. Her stepmom: Ok this is actually her greatest enemy. Jasper hates her stepmom. Crush Open
Significant Other Open
Kin Open Affiliations Open Other HTTYD or Wings of Fire |
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╔═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╗ Wyschardus the II Nicholas Lockhart-Delafontaine ╚═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╝ •─────────★•♛•★────────• Full Name:
Wyschardus the II Nicholas Lockhart-Delafontaine Shortened Name:
Wyschardus Lockhart-Delafontaine Preferred Name:
Nick [To Make It Easier For Everyone] Nicknames/Titles:
Nick [Everyone]
Goose [By Close Friends]
The Dark Knight of Ederia [By Locals] Addressed As:
Lord Wyschardus Lockhart-Delafontaine
Sir Lockhart-Delafontaine/Lockhart/Delafontaine
•─────────★•♛•★────────• Age:
17 Gender:
Male Pronouns:
He/Him Sexuality:
Heterosexual [So He Says; Bisexual] •─────────★•♛•★────────• Dragon:
Open •─────────★•♛•★────────• Appearance:
WIP •─────────★•♛•★────────• Strengths:
Stealth
Agility
Speed
Duel-Wielding [Shortswords and Daggers]
Acrobatics Weaknesses:
Durability
Lifting
Accuracy
Archery
Swimming
•─────────★•♛•★────────• Personality:
WIP Likes:
WIP Dislikes:
WIP •─────────★•♛•★────────• Relationship Status?:
He Has A Fiancee [PM Me] Crush:
Nope Significant Other:
His Fiancee Exes:
Nada •─────────★•♛•★────────• Kin:
The Delafontaine Family
The Lockhart Family Affiliations:
Open, PM Me •─────────★•♛•★────────• Other:
Huge WIP |
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Edited at March 29, 2023 07:15 PM by Not Debbie
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I will be looking over all the finished form here shortly. |
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Winter Month: 1 
Night Weather: 
Fog Moon: 
