Appearance

Image credits to me. I unintentionally took the entirety of Team Avatar and smushed them into one man.

Standing at 6'5, he is among the tallest of his kind, and his physique is a hardy, muscular one. While he is still considered lean, his frame is one made for strength and endurance rather than speed and nimbleness. He is quite agile, but he lacks flexibility and is much better at quick movements with a weapon than he is doing parkour. Ivan is all muscle and sinew, and his chiseled features accentuate as much, giving him a carved-from-stone appearance. This man has an assortment of scars, but his most notable -- by far -- is the massive chunk missing from the middle of his left ear. It is now held together by a piercing that acts as a brace, and he never takes it out; when/if he does, the further end flops over, and he thinks it looks ridiculous. He has half a mind to just cut the rest off, sometimes.

His round, stormy gray eyes hold a hint of green, contrasting slightly with the regular whites and the blood vessels therein. They are places beneath straight, furrowed brows and rimmed with creases. His skin is a warm, golden-bronze whose shadows and highlights change dramatically depending on the lighting. It is interrupted by the pinker, slightly paler colors of old scars. His hair is a deep, deep red-brown -- almost black -- and turns to a slightly lighter maroon or blood color in the sunlight. Ivan keeps the sides and back of his head closely shaved or otherwise short, and the top hair is pulled back into a short ponytail. It would only reach his jaw if let down, but he prefers to keep it up. Two longer, braided strands hang down from either temple.

He has a strong, confident voice that is fairly low and and a silky bass. He walks with purposeful, firm strides, and generally appears sure of himself. Some may see it as arrogance, but he does not intend it to be so. His presence is cold and foreboding despite his warmer coloration, giving him an air of unpredictability. When he fidgets, Ivan will twist one braid between his pointer finger and thumb, or he'll work his jaw (the stronger jawline may very well have originated from this habit).

Personality

Charismatic || Leader || Ambitious || Strategic || Smart || Stoic || Decisive || Loyal || Observant || Stubborn || You either think he's an ass or he's your best friend

He has a convincing way with words, able to use them in a way that makes him an excellent public speaker. Ivan knows how -- and when -- to stir an audience and push them in any direction with his eloquence, and he uses this to further his own devices at times. He is quite charismatic and charming. However, it never quite seems to reach his eyes; he has never been one for making close friends, and while he is friendly with most in the clan, there is no one that he will confide in. Not even his own family.

Ivan keeps his personal worries and insecurities to himself, outwardly displaying a poised, calm front. And, generally, it is not a false face. He is an honest man, though he is not above telling white lies here and there. He is good at maintaining the peace, whether that be through physical or verbal means. He is a leader, as he has been brought up to be, and strives for perfection. Too much is on the line for him to fall short in any way. Ivan is ambitious and strategic, concerned with keeping the dragon riders thriving and at the top of the food chain. They may be babysitting some frail dragon eggs, but that does not mean they are weak or ripe for destruction.

He is a stubborn creature, and his stoicism is borderline self-destructive at times. He has a habit of ignoring his injuries of any kind and will overexert himself at times, but he refuses help until he can't hide his situation. Ivan is also very observant of others, making him a bit of a hypocrite when insisting others rest or otherwise take care of themselves at the same point that he would not. Despite being a cold, mule-headed grump, Ivan is an altruistic and loyal individual. Even if he doesn't particularly like someone in the clan, he will fight for them. His competitive and ambitious nature often gets in the way of friendships and familial relations, but he still cares for them even if he sucks at showing it.

He is also not afraid of doing what must be done. Hunting, battle, or otherwise (justly) ending a life has never upset him, nor is it ever likely to. He respects life, but death is a path that is central to mortality, and he doesn't mind that fact. This man sticks to his morals, though, and scorns murder or subterfuge. He's a good lie detector, too, and tries to prove himself trustworthy to others, as his own lies -- however small they may be -- irritate him the most.

Skills

He specializes in dual broadswords. While he is good enough to survive when it comes to archery, javelins, knives, and other weapons, the two broadswords are where he really shines. Wielding them is more natural to him than eating.

A military background has provided him with extensive knowledge in tactical warfare and defense strategies. He can see the entire chessboard as well as individual pieces all at once, and very little escapes his notice.

He is amazing at being completely unaware when someone is flirting with him. He can tell when another person is being advanced upon, but him? He's denser than a rock.

Strengths

Weaknesses

Crush: None

Mate: None

Kin

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Affiliations

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Other

Name: Cyra'analeth
Age: 300
Gender: Female
Role: Defense and Protection
Class Type: Solar
Rider: Ivan

Appearance

Image by me

Cyra is a decently sized creature, reaching 24' at shoulder and 50' long from tip to tail. She has a lean, sinewy body that resembles the shape of a greyhound's; long front limbs also function as her wings, though she is capable of using them to run, grab, and reach. She has a full hand at the end of each with razor sharp claws. Her hind legs are stereotypical ones with powerful haunches and raptor-like feet. She has one raised toe and claw on each of them. Her whiplike tail has a thick, downy tuft of fur along the end, like a lion's, that can catch fire but will not burn or singe.

Her scales are tight and smooth, almost snakelike but with more definition. Her base color is a golden one, and she has a red-orange shimmer akin to watching dancing flames. Along Cyra's dorsal line, her scales are more red, and her underside is lighter. A pair of thick, white, slightly curved horns shoot out of her skull in a streamlined fashion. Small, sharp, bony protrusions decorate the middle ridge of her face and, once they hit her neck, transition into a sort of exoskeleton of mirrored vertebrae. Hooked, riblike braces curve down from them, providing some extra protection to her neck and raising the fear factor.

Her head is long and refined with a slight point at the tip of her upper lip beneath her nostrils. Her upper canines protrude slightly, and her mouth is turned into a faint, wicked smile. Cyra'analeth's eyes lack pupils. Rather, they are a glowing white void. Staring into them is peering into the soul of the burning furnace that will incinerate you. Because of their nature, it's basically impossible for anyone to gauge her emotions by looking at her eyes, and her tone of voice or body language must be used as a guide instead.

Her voice is low and sultry, with a snakelike hiss underlying it. Her words are almost crooning, unsettling and promising poison instead of sweetness. Her movements are strong and predatory as well; she is not a dragon to be messed with. The discomfort she brings strangers in close proximity is enhanced by the heat and glow she normally radiates.

Personality

Fiery || Aloof || Stubborn || Bloodthirsty || Blunt || Plotter || Surprisingly Maternal || Vengeful || Observant || Composed || Bends Rules || Territorial || Loyal || Protective || A Bit Sadistic

Her hot temper matches the stereotypical fire-type dragon classes. She is feisty and a bit snappish, purring out death threats that nobody knows whether or not to take seriously. Her sense of humor is fairly morbid, though more innocent topics may still amuse her. She is not a social creature; being around others is draining, and it doesn't take much to get on her nerves. While Cyra'analeth could wait centuries to win a battle or lie in wait for an enemy, this uncanny patience does not extend to other dragons or people. She is not tactful in her words and does not spare anyone's feelings; her philosophy is to say it like it is and not waste time.

She is also extremely stubborn and difficult to persuade. This female remains fairly neutral in many things, but when she is set in one direction, that is the direction and it will not be deviated from. She leaves room open for input in her strategies, though, as she would rather be correct the first time than allow her pride to be the downfall of her comrades. She has a scheme for everything; Cyra is always plotting about even the littlest things. Her attention to detail and astute observations make her excellent at being able to take everything into consideration, and she's quite good at reading the room.

She does not easily lose her head. Even when she is furious, this dragon remains composed, though she makes her feelings very clear. There are no rage-storms or tantrums. She likes to watch her enemies suffer, and she can't exactly do that if she blows them off the face of the earth too soon. This dragon is bloodthirsty and somewhat of a warmonger, and she certainly has some sadistic tendencies. Cyra is one to go all out with her vengeance and retaliation as well, ensuring that whoever crossed her, or someone she is acting on behalf of, will be unable to do so ever again.

Cyra is territorial with her mate, rider, and any others she has "adopted" as her family. She can be overprotective and is loyal to a fault to those whom she deems worthy. While most creatures won't even get her attention, those who gain her love and trust will get her world. She will move heaven and earth for them, and no stupid rule is going to stand in her way. Her morals may be a bit gray, but family is her priority and will always remain such.

Abilities

Solar Flare: She can pull the light and heat from the sun towards her and let it build, releasing it in a flaming shock wave. The longer she holds it, the greater the blast radius. Solar flares must be used with caution, as she gives up her own body heat to use the ability and does not do when hypothermic.

Light Beam: Rather than breathing fire, she emits a concentrated ray of light. Her targets are then the equivalent of ants under a magnifying glass. While powerful, its concentration does not allow for a large range to be affected; her shots are very precise.

Refraction: She can bend light around objects around her to create a mirror or mirage, effectively hiding whatever she's manipulated. She has to do it to individual objects, but once completed, it takes very little power to keep up as long as the sun is out. Once it gets dark, and the colder it gets, it becomes unsustainable.

Glow: As long as she isn't too cold, she emanates a warm, subtle light that can be dimmed or brightened, allowing her to function as a giant nightlight and heating pad.

Strengths

Weaknesses

Crush: Varkul

Mate: Varkul (and also technically Duateme)

Kin

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Affiliations

Varkul'Duateme -- She is infatuated with Varkul. Those who seek to offend him will offend her, and her protective side can get a bit wild. There is no other dragon that she cares about as deeply as him. As for Duateme, she is Cyra's direct competition for occupying Varkul's mind, and the solar dragon is the slightly jealous type. She will send snide remarks Dua's way, but secretly, she would miss the other dragoness if her soul were to disappear.

Other

Name

Astoria Castielle

(A-store-ee-a Cas-teel)

Age

23

Gender

Female

Role

Guardian

Specialty

TBD

Dragon

TBD (Doesn't have to be my reserved eggie)

Appearance

Credit Maetheellen on Picrew

Astoria stands at 5'5", weighing 78 kilograms. The majority of her weight comes from her muscular legs, she runs regularly and her stamina has great benefitted as a result. Her skin is of the beige variety with a slight tan, complementing it nicely are her icey blue eyes. They are thinner and angled upwards towards the outer corners, lined with long eyelashes the same colour as her hair.

Speaking of hair, she keeps it short. The vibrant red-brown locks are very thick, if she were to grow it out it would simply get in her way. Instead she cuts it above the shoulders and pulls the majority back into a bun on the back of her head with a silky white bow reinforced with a hair tie beneath it. Rarely does she have it all down as one time.

Astoria has a silver nose piercing in which she keeps a simple stud, although she would not hesitate to remove it for a battle and allow it to heal over, safety before vanity. Under her left eye is a singular beauty mark, sitting just shy of her lower eyelid.

Her frame is pear-shaped, holding the majority of curves in her hips and legs. Her upper half is less impressive, her arms are toned but lack the musculature her legs possess. Her chest is smaller, usually binded to her ribcage with a tight, white shirt. This helps keep her chest out of her way and out of her mind during training or confrontations. It stops just below the end of her ribcage and lacks sleeves. When outside, she wears a black, high necked jacket, lined with golden thread and clasped with similarly coloured metal rings. The clasps are hidden beneath a small slit of the fabric to keep them from catching on anything. It fits her closely, reaching her hips she wears looser linen pants. Owning a variety of colours, her favourites are her black pair and her earth brown pair. The ends of the pants are cuffed to her ankles, the fabric billows and gathers towards her feet, semi-covering the cuffs themselves. Her shoes are usually a pair of pliable leather shoes that tie up tightly to her feet. Having a good sole is important for her running. Her forearms and hands are normally wrapped up in protective white bandaging to help support her wrists during training.

Personality

Analytical | Matter-of-fact | Calm | Abrasive | Thoughtful | Open-minded | Rule-bender | Logical | Expressive | Courageous | Daring | Confident | Mysterious | Focused | Clear-headed

Astoria is a well read individual, she knows a lot of things. This means that she often thinks she is one of the smartest people in the room, and more often than not, she will be. However, this brings an obvious flaw to her thinking. While she is open minded to others ideas, she will always think her own plan is better. This leads to arguments very quickly.

In a casual environment, Astoria is relaxed. Easily reclining back in a chair and conversing with her team mates. Although she may not participate in the playful banter as much, she finds it all entertaining.

On the battlefield, Astoria has little fear for her own life being lost. She will dive head first into her plan, no hesitation. She trusts her own mind and believes that she will come out on top. She is hesitant to show this kind of commitment to other people's plans, instead she needs it to be thoroughly explained to her. All of the details, nothing to be left out.

Skills

Astoria was raised in a wealthier house, being able to have access to the finer things in life. Though she cared little for the luxury and more for the educational opportunities it made availble to her. Extensive books, tutors, professors, she adores it all.

She knows the basics of medicine, but nothing past patching someone up. Just as all trainees are taught, she never went much futher in that field of study. Instead, the grand plans of attacks, systematic plans, that is what made her eyes sparkle and her heart race.

Strengths and Weaknesses

Strengths

1. Intelligent; Astoria is incredibly smart, learning from any book she can get her hands on.

2. Self-assured; She trusts her own brain and very few others.

3. Quick; Her long, strong legs allow her to commit to quick bursts of speed. Helpful in hiding at a moments notice.

4. High stamina; Her regular running schedule has increased her stamina greatly. Astoria can out last many opponents in the sparring ring, even if she looks more beat up than her partner, she will out last them. Astoria conserves her energy until her opponent begins to faulter, that's when she makes her move.

Weaknesses

1. Physical Strength; Astoria needs to rely on her wits and speed to get away with an attack or use her opponents strength against them.

2. Coarse; She says things straight, with little fluffing around the edges. She is aware that this may hurt others and tries to control her tongue but sometimes her thoughts slip out her lips before she can stop them.

3. Skeptical; She is disbelieving of others skills and claims until she sees them with her own eyes.

4. Reluctant to trust; Astoria knows that social connections can make you stronger, but she whole-heartedly believes that they make you even weaker. She lets very few people get within her circle and even then she is closed-off to personal matters.

Crush

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Partner

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Kin

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Affiliations

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Other

WIP

Cereal said:

Res Obsidian Dragon for me, please? <3