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Darkseeker
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Private rp between Hollywood Hills and Not Debbie.
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Darkseeker
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-Plot- The Kingdom of Taviel has been involved with many conflicts from a nearby kingdom called, Kralon. Invasions are getting more and more frequent, while getting twice as dangerous. Innocent lives are taken as the border grows smaller each day, the people fear for the sake of their beautiful lands as well as their freedom.
Taviel's lands contain magic and it is wildly know as the birthplace of dragons. The kingdom fears these magical beasts, which they had once sought to destroy. Though the fights rage on between the inhabitants of Taviel and the foul beasts, one person managed to bond with a dragon becoming the first dragon rider.
In hopes of not being conquered, the king selects special personnel's from across the kingdom to bond with the dragons in hopes of securing safety against the enemy.
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Robie Gafford "Ro" ... Male ... Dragon Rider ... Appearence Robie is a pale skinned 22 year old with wavy, dark brunette hair. His eyes are a warm brown color with hints of orange in them, looking more like melted amber than anything. You won't find this man dead with messy hair, he always makes sure it's cut and clean. His face is delicately sprinkled with freckles running from one cheekbone, across the bridge of his nose, and to the other cheekbone. The bridge of his nose also consists of a rough scar. He wears leather gloves and boots with a preferred choice of archery. An oak bow hangs from his back with pretty arrows topped with white feathers.
It's not uncommon for people to be a little taller than him, he's is a touch shorter than average. Though his shortness doesn't mean he is lacking muscle. He is fairly broad and fit. Robie takes care of his appearance making it one of his top priorities.
... Personality Robie can be stubborn and very boastful. You can usually find him snacking, though the most common thing he snacks on are apples. Preferably wild apples. He have a reputation of teasing and a joking around, especially on missions. Even if he's feeling down or downright terrified, Robie usually acts all happy and carefree. Robie also has insecurities about his scar, he doesn't like to talk about it and absolutely hates it when others mention it. Archery is a great passion of his, he is a fan of perfection and making a clean shot always excites him. He can handle getting dirty, but getting sticky is a whole different story.
On his free time he likes to polish up his bow and carve out arrows using sticks and a pocket sized knife. Basically, he carves lots of things using wild wood. Robie is a talented cook surprisingly, he alway carries around deer jerky that he had made to snack on. This man quite likes to be prepared and always have random items at hand. He gets extremely happy when an item of his comes in handy. ... Other - He can't read - Has a fear of dragons and doesn't trust them fully yet - Hates heights ... Dragon -Brumreit- ... Female ... 
c) ScaredyKat on WP. Character is mine, Not Debbie's. |
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Name Kara Ziardren Age 22 years Sex Female Occupation Dragon Rider Personality Kara is known to be fiesty and sassy when she is arguing for what she believes is right. She's very determined and strong, and prefers to hold her own. She fights for what she believes in, and is known to go behind the back of authorities if she doesn't agree with them. This puts her at very high risk of punishment, but she doesn't care. Aside from that, Kara prefers to spend her time alone with her dragon. She sees dragons as highly intellectual and spiritual animals rather than pets, and especially rather than monsters. She speaks to them as if they understand each word, and treats them with upmost respect. She loves nature, and will spend as much time as she can away from everyone and everything, listening to the sounds of the forest and the animals within it. She loves adventure, and is always up for unplanned events. Appearance Click Zara is rather tall, standing in at around 5'10. She has long arms and legs, and she's rather thin, although her body is packed with lean muscle. Her chest and shoulders are a bit broad, and her facial features are slim and pointed, almost elvish. Her eyes are round and pale green in color, the iris speckled with gold around the pupil. Her lashes are thick and dark, and her lips are a plump and natural pink. Small freckles dot along her pale skin, and her hair is natural copper in color. Her hair is wavy and falls to her shoulders. A long scar runs down the left side of her face over her eye, and another smaller scar runs diagonally over her lips. She is highly associated with the color green, and is often seen wearing clothes that are brown or green paired with neutral colors. She carries a wooden bow on her pack paired with arrows topped with red feathers. Likes -Reading -Writing -Painting -Hiking/Climbing -Flying with dragons -Archery -Swimming Dislikes -Loud and crowded spaces -Loud people -Monotonus structure -Destruction Dragon(s) Her own dragon Robin Her deceased brother's dragon, whom she now takes care of and rides sometimes Taiga |
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It was strange. Robie never expected such an odd request even more mysterious was the fact that he agreed. His thoughts ranged from the nonexistent regret, to the sulking doubt that always hid in the back of his mind. Was this really a good idea? What if I don't succeed? I'm sure they could've found someone better and more reliable. Despite these intrusive thoughts, Robie kept on moving. He pushed through damp branches soaked with the morning dew. The sun reflected off the water making everything sparkle as if fine shards of glass were thrown across the grass. He hummed softly to himself, the trip was peaceful but extremely boring and not to mention his longing for a bath.
After two days of walking can really make you stink and Robie does not approve of poor hygiene. His once sweat drenched shirt now hardened into a still board causing all his movements to be short and stiff. It was very uncomfortable and awkward but he was going to have to live with it until he reached his destination, which honestly isn't much further. He expected at least an hour tops. This all depended on how Mother Nature felt about him today, so far so good. When the messager told him how the location was in a discrete and hidden location, Robie expected himself to venture into the middle of nowhere but he didn't think his trip would be this uninhabited.
Around thirty minutes in, Robie saw smoke, smoke means fire and where there is fire there are people. A spark of joy rose in his chest, he could not wait to be out of this dense untouched forest. A camp full of potential dragon riders. His mind slipped away wondering if the messenger was there, he could almost hear him, like he was there. A battle scarred man on the back of a dusty- grey mare, "The king seeks bowman, you have been chosen along with a few others. I suggest considering the position I'm about to offer to ye, peasant." |
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Kara stood silently in the forest, listening. She could hear the crackle of the fire and the voices from the men back at camp echoing through the trees. She had been chosen by the king as a bowman, and was now living in a camp of all the other people who had been selectively chosen by the king. Not all were archers. It had confused her as to why, but now she knew. It wasn't long after she arrived that she had been told. She was skilled in archery, yes, but apparently the king was now hoping for all of these individuals to bond with the massive beasts that ravaged their land. To bond with dragons. It seemed as if the very idea had shook most of her companions to their very cores, but to her...she felt a sort of solidarity with the king's choice. She'd always pictured dragons as misunderstood creatures that must be highly intelligent. They just didn't behave as most other animals did. She thought the same of horses. Highly spiritual beings that deserved every ounce of respect...and must be respected in order to be bonded with. She and her twin brother had both been selected. Now she stood within the trees, darkness falling, listening to the sounds around her. She felt almost as if she was in the midst of a dream and unable to wake. Surely this couldn't be real, could it? She wandered softly through the undergrowth, running her fingertips lightly over the trunks of the trees as she did so. After a few moments, she found herself standing next to a rather large rock, and so she took the opportunity to sit. She sat in silence for some time, before hearing the gruff familiar voice in the distance. The voice of the man who'd told her what her place was here. There must be a new recruit. Someone else selected. She rose to her feet and quietly made her way towards the soft huffing sounds of his horse. Soon she saw the man sitting atop his steed, speaking to a young man standing in front of him. She leaned against the trunk of a tree, listening and waiting. She wasn't necessarily trying to hide, but she didn't exactly intend to be spotted. Her ginger hair was down, resting gently atop her shoulders. She'd left her bow back at camp, but she was beginning to wonder if she should have brought it. It could have been fun to just shoot around and practice for a while. Her interest grew stronger as she heard the words, "The king seeks bowman, you have been chosen along with a few others.." A bowman. A fellow archer. She raised her brows, now intrigued. Her green eyes traversed quickly over the stranger, taking in as many quick details as she could from this distance. He was a handsome man, looked to be around her age. She would have to speak to him later, it would be nice to get to know someone closer to her age other than her brother. Most of the people selected were men, but a lot of them were ten years older than her or more. It was bad enough being one of the very few women here, but also not having many here her age had been tough. She'd been here for roughly two days already. |
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A large majority of the selected have been camping here for a couple of days. Perhaps even up to a week. Robie was glad he came when he did. Though he probably was the last person missing. He was definitely considered late- fashionably late is how he would put it. Robie was given instructions once he was approved. He headed towards the camp, scanning the area. Tents were spread out into sections and campfires were scattered around. From what Robie could see, there weren't many archers. Only two tents, one for males and other for females. The rest were all swordsmen and soldiers. Robie wouldn't have known that Taviel lacked archers until he laid eyes on this place. Everyone here had the same features, huge biceps and a confident gaze. Most here were fully trained, some probably even fought at the border. Robie felt odd walking about in a place like this, he bet he looked odd as well. A guy with a flimsy stick.
Robie chuckled to himself, while pushing through a small group of swordsmen. His tent approached quickly, it was surrounded by wooden targets and empty racks that were meant to hold arrows. The fabric was worn and an odd yellow color. Small dirt stains were painted towards the bottom of the tent.
Pushing through the tent's entry, his eyes immediately found a vacant spot. A lonely mat full of holes and random tears. He laid his bow down by the small mat. An old rag, which Robie guessed was supposed to be used as a blanket, layed not so neatly folded on the scrubby mat. Robie didn't expect luxury but this was pretty... unexpected.
The tent was surprisingly large and dark. Robie had to let his eyes adjust to the new lighting. The tent was very open yet cramped at the same time. Robie disliked the undescribable stuffiness of the tent. He quickly pushed himself out to be greeted by the blinding sun, "Ack!"
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Summer 
Night Weather: 
Earthquake Moon: 
