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┌── •✧• ──┐ Ophelia Virelli └── •✧• ──┘ Nicknames None Age 21 Gender Female Appearance Ophelia stands at 5'7. She has a slim build and rather sharp features but otherwise seems quite average. Her midnight black hair is usually slicked back in a bun, with a few strands framing her face. On some occasions, she'll leave her hair out. It reaches just past her elbows, straight and neat. Ophelia cheekbones are slightly pronounced and her chin is pointed. Her eyes are a startling shade of gold against her fair skin. She has two simple silver earrings in each ears. Ophelia refuses to wear much other than her usual dark palette of clothes, her favourites being black, purple and grey-blue. Personality Ophelia isn't a people person at all. She's introverted but not shy. She prefers to keep to herself and won't put her opinions out there unless necessary. She's quite skeptical and never puts her trust in people. It takes a lot for her to open up and start trusting, much more to get her to call you a friend. Ophelia can also be sarcastic, when she feels like talking. Not one to lose her temper easily, she can last pretty long in an argument, if she somehow gets in one, but her stubbornness is also partly responsible for that. Ophelia is quite the overthinker but always tries to look for a logical solution to her problems. Quote 'Just because I don't say it doesn't mean I'm not judging you.' Other - A sucker for savoury snacks - Terrible at things like climbing, obstacle courses etc ~•~•~ Her dragon ┌── •✧• ──┐ Nymeri └── •✧• ──┘ Nicknames Nym Age Adult Gender Female Magic Type Dark Appearance Nym stands at 8 feet tall at the shoulder, and a whole 15 feet long from the tip of her tail to her nose. She has a long, slender body. Her scales are mostly black but swirling shades of dark purple and navy blue constantly seem to shift beneath the surface, almost like a crystal ball. She has small indigo blue spikes running along her spine to the end of her tail. Her claws are black. Nym's eyes are bright electric blue, bright and dangerous. When she opens her jaws, you can see her set of perfect and surprisingly white teeth. Personality Nymeri is very curious and loves exploring at any chance she gets. She's also very energetic and always seems to be bouncing around. This, combined with her curiosity, can make her ask an endless barrage of questions. Newcomers, beware of this. Nym is extremely blunt and will not hesitate to tell you the full and honest truth, which can make her unintentionally hurt someone despite being good-hearted. The dark dragon is an absolute people pleaser and will do whatever she can to make her idols happy (ahem... Ophelia). Quote 'If you can't see a path then make your own!' Other - Doesn't like being too warm - Very fast and agile - Too trusting |
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Name *Clive Pemperton* Age 23 Gender Male Appearance Clive has rusty ( often greasy) hair that often falls in the way of his eyes, but instead of cutting it he puts it up in a messy man bun. He has copper freckles spread all over his body and warm sandy skin, and his eyes are a cold yet off colored grey with deep eye bags underneath.
He has broad shoulders but otherwise an uninteresting and a rather average male physique, probably because he doesn't work out like he's supposed to. Thus also leading him to not knowing a knack about fighting.
He often wears homemade sweaters, crafted by himself, and is never seen without a satchel across his shoulders. For his feet, he wears dark, rusty orange boots with a ton of buckles, and he's pants are always tucked in neatly.
Personallity Clive is naturally a social magnet, not fearful of talking to strangers, he will walk up to anyone and start a full blown conversation. He is always in someone else's business, digging for every detail. Though surprisingly, he's rather good at keeping secrets. Though he has a tendency to over express himself, leading to him getting irritated or even grumpy at times. In order to prevent that from happening, he has a large variety of calming hobbies like: knitting or gardening.
Other -gets cold easily -has bad allergies --- His Dragon *Fleuraethel* (Fleur) Adult Female Appearance Fleur is elegant, sharp, scary, and a downright stunning dragon. Her scales are a rich emerald green and are precisely laced with gold accents, all while her eyes are a defined amethyst color. The horns atop her head, along with her talons, are a deep forest green. Her whole complexion is sleek and defined, perfect.
She has a tall and lean build, not overly big, but enough to where agility isn't a problem. Her talons are strong and sharp, and almost has the same mobility as a human hand, which she uses to climb trees to lounge in. The dragon spits a cold black fire which doesn't dispels easily but spreads extremely slowly, though her breath makes up in it's considerate (often fatal) damage.
Personallity Fleuraethel is downright arrogant, always staring at her own reflection or polishing her scales. She doesn't pick fights with fear she might chip a talon or two, or maybe even gain an unwanted scar. She's always kept to herself, simply because everyone else is inferior. Other - Extremely picky - Hates water -Weak/ sensitive scales (This font makes it look like I doubled everything lol) |
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════ ༄ ════ Ezra Dean Grey ════ ༄ ════ Nicknames Ez Age 22 Gender Male Appearance Ezra has a mop of dark wavy hair that's always ruffled and just hanging out the way of his eyes. He's never really seen the need to neaten it. His skin is a warm caramel tone, matching his deep almond brown eyes perfectly. Ez is quite muscular as he likes to unwind at the gym often. Just short of six foot, Ez is 5'11, which can make him look intimidating at times until you see his wide grin that shows off his pearly white teeth. Sometimes when he thinks of something but doesn't say it about you, he'll just tilt his head and give a rather lopsided grin. You can usually find Ezra wearing a hoodie with jeans and trainers, the most average outfit to exist. He doesn't wear anything too bright though. Personality Ezra is a very laid-back person. Confident, relaxed and friendly, Ez is quite popular amongst his peers. At times, he can be overconfident to the point he's just being reckless. He doesn't face his problems and is quite the procrastinator. This can frustate the people close to him when he keep putting something off until later, especially if it's something important. This is also partly because Ez is pretty lazy. Ezra has a sort of natural charm. He always seems to be able to talk his way out of things and generally has a good way with people. He's a good listener and more observant than one might think. Sometimes he can be a bit clingy with people he's grown closer too but just seems a bit over affectionate. Ez can be vacant at times and will just zone out without meaning to. He isn't trying to be rude, it's just a habit of his. Quote "You only live once." Other - Absolutely hates getting wet ~•~•~ His dragon ════ ༄ ════ Varethor ════ ༄ ════ Nicknames Vare, Varo Age Adult dragon Gender Male Magic type Storm Appearance He stands at just about reaches 9 feet high at the shoulder but still has more to grow. Varethor is a bulky dragon with a large body. His scales are deep gold laced with a lighter shade. Two black horns sit on top of his head. Vare's eyes are seafoam green with specks of darker hues, soft and bright. He had ridges from the middle of his nose, up and down his spine to his tail. His claws and teeth are pearly white and sharp as daggers. Personality Varethor is an absolute coward. No joke. This fierce looking storm dragon spooks at thunder. He is extremely shy and quiet and prefers to be alone and sit far in the corner. Unless he's scared something will get him - then he's stuck to you like glue. Vare does have his occasional milestones where he shows a bit of bravery, but that's usually him greeting another person. He avoids anything he deems frightening at all costs. At heart, he's a sweetheart and is very kind once he warms up to you. Varo is pretty good at making plans and thinking of new ideas, if only he could say them out loud. Quote 'Better safe than sorry.' Other - |
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Name *Errin McIntyre* (Rin) Age 22 Gender Female Appearance Almost looking like a corpse, Erin has only skin and bones. She is thin with a skeletal build, ghastly white skin, and pale chapped lips. Her pale, yellow, eyes are lifted upwards, followed with her narrow and sharply pointed nose. Errin has wispy blonde hair, cut neatly into a sharp bob. Personallity Errin rarely talks and enjoys people... well from a distance. Always watching the world move on, taking in rhythmic patterns around her. Often times, she finds it hard to speak her mind, not knowing what words to say or how to use them, regarding her silence. She is shy and confrontations startle her. Due to her being lower on the social ladder, she's gotten quite used to being picked on, thus leaving Errin to be defensive and cold towards people. She also finds it hard to tell what people are feeling, even if the emotion present is obvious. Other -Photogenic memory -Monotone voice -Likes people watching -Loves strict schedules --- Her Dragon *Vulserak*
(Val) Young Male Appearance Vulserak is roughly consumed with white scales, and occasional orange splotches which mask around his body and white eyes. His talons, teeth, jagged horns and spines are all the matching pearly white color. He is notably smaller than most dragons, but he has a long flowing build and a distinctive arched back. His talons are smaller and he stands on his toes. More notiable, his wings are narrow and pointed, this allows him to fly longer distances without getting tired. He breathes quick and narrow ,concentrated, beams of fire, which reaches far distances. Sparks sizzle out of his mouth like fireworks before attacking, he needs little charge time. Personallity Val lacks basic manners and is messy, loud mouthed, and a rather pushy dragon. He has ZERO grasp on the concept of boundaries, 100% an attention hog. Always begging for things and putting dignity behind for food. Vulserak also reigns as a drama queen. Despite his pestering, he never wanders far from his rider and is always in Errin's business. He is very clingy and needy towards her. Other -Has separation anxiety |
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--- Errin carefully laid her belongings in front of her tent, counting every item at least twice, just to make sure of course... and because she didn't know what else to do. She fiddled her fingers, it was hard to see the sky from under the trees with their thick leaves overlooking the camp. Even though she couldn't see it, she could tell the sun was starting to set. The warm light was dimming quickly and cold winds pestered any natural debris including her hair. She had gotten there earlier the most of the others, all to avoid the rush of people piling in last minute. Though- the place was still bustling, including a person from her group who arrived a good ten minutes after she had. He introduced himself immediately, calling himself "pimpleton" or something, before running off with their firewood. I doubt we'll ever get a fire started.., she fell into a frown and buried her face into her arms, aaand... I forgot my scarf. Great job Errin. |
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✧ Ophelia ✧ - - - Ophelia sighed, tucking her dark hair behind her ear. The entrance flap to her tent kept waving in the wind, and had been for the past 10 minutes. She could hear the murmuring of other campers outside starting to get louder. Her partner had not yet arrived despite the fact it was getting dark. Glancing at her watch, she wondered where on earth her partner was. Obviously, this trip hadn't been entirely voluntary and of course it meant she would be stuck with another person. They still weren't here. Maybe there was an accident? Or they were extremely ill? Or perhaps even too lazy? Either way, it would be up to the dark haired girl to do everything then. Ophelia gazed around the camp with a displeased look on her face. Though she always looked like that, or so she was told. Whoever said "Nature is beautiful," clearly hadn't been to this part of it. It was muddy, stank of something strange and there were so many people. "Firewood, firewood....Where to look?" She muttered to herself. A small huddle of people were heading further into the forest, likely with the same goal as her. Ophelia decided to follow them. - - - ༄ Ezra ༄ - - - The sky was starting to get dark by the time Ezra arrived. He'd only just remembered about the camp and had to throw a bunch of random things into his bag. He could only hope that he'd packed what he needed. Ez's deep brown eyes scanned the crowd for anyone missing a partner. His hadn't been at her tent. Where's she gone? he wondered. After a moment of waiting, he shrugged and settled down on a small tree stump next to her tent. She had to come back eventually. There was no point looking for her. He started zoning out as he stared at the leaf littered ground. |
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Fall Month: 1 
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