Adalia Mira Leon

"Ada"

Female / 21 / Straight

Adalia is the only child to the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Reyes. Growing up as the only child she has been given the best of everything. Teachings, clothing, care, you name it, she was given it. Being the only child means she is also the only and next heir to the throne, a position to become Queen once her father has passed.

Personality

Ada is a what many would say a free soul. She would rather be in the woods, climbing trees or swimming in a lake rather than being stuck inside tending to royal duties. Growing up she was given more freedom to roam and get dirty, but as she has come to age, it is time to prepare for the throne, even if it could be years away. Ada is known for sneaking out of the castle and royal grounds, running rampant through the towns. She loves her people, constantly leaving to help shops and farmers.

She is a kind and caring soul, but she is fierce and hot headed. Her temper can flare like that of a dragon at times even if she does not mean it. And with that temper comes her strength. Growing up and even currently she has trained her mental and physical strength. She is smart, able to come up with quick solutions and is deadly with a sword, who would of thought for a princess. Though Ada has a temper and her free soul, she knows when and how to act. She knows the impending future means her role as queen, she knows she much act as one but she wants to relish the last few years she has to do as she pleases

Appearance

Ada is a stunning young lady, her locks of long, flowing blond hair seem to be strands of gold, her bright blue eyes reflecting pools that souls can be lost in. She stands roughly at 5 foot and 7 inches, her frame long and slender, arms slightly muscled from training. She bares a scar on her left forearm from playing with swords as a kid, a reminder to always watch her blind spots.

Qualities

Good Qualities

~ Smart - Ada is a very smart young lady, able to easily come up with solutions.

~ Skilled - Ada had the ability to defend herself if time comes where it is needed.

~ Caring - Ada has a mother's soul, always wanting to care for those around her.

Bad Qualities

~ Temper - Ada can get stressed easily in certain situations and her temper will flare, causing her to lash out. She never truly means it, but her words can hurt.

~ Emotions - Ada can easily be swayed when it comes to playing with her emotions and feelings.

Likes and Dislikes

Likes

~ Sword fighting and Archery

~ Art

~ Traveling

~ Animals

Dislikes

~ Studying

~ The Dark

~ Snakes

Family

Father

King Harry Leon

Male / 57 / Straight

Mother

Queen Lidia Leon

Female / 45 / Straight

Lover

None

‎‧₊˚✧Deryn Lysander Witherfell✧˚₊‧

Pyro | Ryn | Withers

Gender Male

Age 23

Deryn's family name holds a nobility that does not suit him. Coming from a long line of nobles and knights, each generation is typically recruited to be stationed at the capital, keeping the royal family safe from harm. That life did not suit Deryn and so he fled when an opportunity arose when he turned 17.

Personality

Deryn is a sarcastic charmer, with the gift of the gab, he is a talker. Some may label him disrespectful for his level of blasé attitude. He cares for those that care for him, if they lose use or turn their back on him, he will leave them behind.

As a boy, he was trained militia style to prepare him for his life long job of guard to the royal family. Something that never appealed to him, what fun and adventure was there in standing around a crumbling castle that no one could possibly be stupid enough to try and attack. When a stranger passed through the city, Deryn caught their eye and so he was whisked away.

Although he is generally a friendly character, Deryn can be cruel if need be.

Appearance

Deryn stands at 6'2" now as an adult, his skin a tanned golden from his nomadic life. His hair is cut short at the sides with a toussled mop of twisting hair on the top, the colour of a blackbird's feathers. Coinsidently, tied into a piece of hair on the left temple is a small black feather.

His eyes are a bright golden brown, like honey catching in the sun. Deryn's body is well toned, muscles strengthened from years of flight training and his work. Cracking across the right side of his torso is a large marred mass of scar tissue, mangling the skin, paler than the rest of his body.

Strengths

1. Charismatic - a charmer, a crooked smile. He's hard to argue with.

2. Intelligent - Deryn is a quick thinker, able to whip up ideas on the spot. A great asset to his group and their work.

3. Loyal - Deryn will commit himself to a cause or people he deems deserving of it and once he has, ripping him away from their side is extremely difficult.

Weaknesses

1. Lonely - While he may have his friends and his group, he spends a great deal of his time alone and he likes it. Well, not completely alone, he is more likely to be found with his dragon than with other people most days.

2. Angry - After he left the city, he heard word of his parent's barely caring. Moving onto his younger brother to replace him, it was like he didn't exist. He is angry at himself for feeling upset about it and angry at the city.

3. Greedy - He loves his job. Jewels, money, gold, oh it's all so beautiful to Deryn.

Likes

1. Dragons

2. Wealth

3. Out-witting his opponents.

Dislikes

1. Rain

2. Fish

3. The cold.

Family

Mother - Alyssa Witherfell | 54

Father - Ericson Witherfell | 58

Younger brother - Elias Witherfell | 18

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Silvesse

★。／｜＼。★

Age

102

Gender

Female

Class:

Fire

Appearance

Silvesse stands at 15 feet at the shoulder, her head extending further, long and elegant another 6 feet before her head forms. She is 40 feet long, a great majority of this length being her tail.

Her scales are a dark charcoal grey, scattered throughout with tiny golden flecks that blend into the shadows. Her legs are long, thin but muscular, tipped with claws fiercely long. Three toes pointing forward that she stands on and one facing backwards for balance. Along her belly and underside of her neck are thickened deep red, almost black scales that protect her organs from attack.

Her head is narrow, graceful long horns extend up from her head, curving slightly backwards. Other smaller horns adorn the sides of her head. Her eyes are a bright red, the sclera yellowed.

Her wings are the same colour as her scales, but the membranes are blood red, fading to black the closer to the main frame of the wings they get.

They had been flying since dawn, they needed to in order to reach their destination perfectly on time. The sky was now begining to tinge with the setting sun, the light blue fading to a heavy orange as the minutes ticked by. There was little wind, making it difficult for the dragons to drift, they were tired and growing irritated.

Deryn's leather clad hands gripped the handle of his saddle, tucked behind Silvesse's crown of horns, protecting him from the buffeting air as they sliced through it. His legs gripped tight into the saddle to ensure he did not fall to his death.

This is growing tiresome. Silvesse's voice quipped in his head, annoyance dripping from each word. The comment drew up a sigh from Deryn's lungs. He knew she was going to start complaining, she was built for speed and agility not long grueling flights. We will be there soon, it's almost sunset. We shouldn't be far. He tried to reassure, which only granted him a heavy huff of hot air from Silvesse's mouth. At least she wasn't complaining more.

They were in fact minutes away, ahead of him his leader raised a hand, his dark blue dragon's tail flicking at the same time. The group of six dragons lifted their eyes to the pair in front. They had arrived.

Indeed, Deryn looked past the others and down at the ground. A winding, well-trodden path was indeed spawled out beneath them. A royal convoy trailing along. Perfect. There would be plenty to plunder from this group.

In unison, the dragons banked to the left before they could be spotted. Their time would come but not just yet.

~ ~ ~

Once the light had faded from the sky and the moon had begun to rise, it was time. Lowering closer to the ground, the group moved silently behind the convoy, growing closer and closer to their quarry.

Deryn's eyes were narrowed behind the flight goggles fitted around his head with a leather strap. His black leather riding clothes blending into the dark colours of Silvesse. They would be the instigator. Silvesse was the only dragon dark enough in colour and fast enough to swoop in and take the group be surprise. Hold on tight. Silvesse's voice was barely audible. Immediately, the female snapped her wings in close to her body and they began to free fall towards the convoy. Deryn gritted his teeth as the force being pelted at his form, his knuckles white under the gloves.

Once they were on top of the main carriage, a few guards lifted their heads, eyes widening in surprise as the sight of a full grown dragon mere meters above their heads. Silvesse flicked her wings back out as her legs outstretched towards the carriage, her maw splitting, displaying her deadly sharp teeth, a few glinting silver in the moonlight. An deafening, gutteral scream shooting out from her as her sharp claws slammed into the roof of the carriage. The horses pulling it brayed and began to panic. The guards lifting their weapons in a mess of yelling and scrambling.

In one swift movement, Silvesse ripped the roof from the carriage, almost knocking it onto its side. Deryn winced at the movement, it pulled on the tough scar tissue on his side.

Looking down, Deryn dug his heel into Silvesse's scales. The female span around, her tail arching behind her, she threw the roof of the carriage towards the guards closest to her. Her eyes glowed with fury, a simmering of flames begining in her maw. An echoing clicking sound emitting from her throat, a few moments later she unleashed her flames around the group. Their aim wasn't to kill, no it was to panic. The flames flew and burst around the grass, lighting the path and surrounding foliage a light. Now, Deryn's companions could swoop in and continue the chaos.

This was a typical ploy in their group, panic the people. They flee, fearing for their lives, Deryn gets the goods, they fly away. Easy enough to say, harder to carry out. Some people were stubborn.

Silvesse reared, dissappearing into the night. Deryn would make his return, but after his friends had finished their work.

The chaos continued to unfold before them, Silvesse hovered above the burning flames as her companions brought down their brute force, scattering the men. Deryn's lips cracked into a smile, this was easy. Surveying the land below, he watched as Ranger's mottled brown dragon lifted itself up from the ground, his powerful wings flattening the men around him with the force of the air being shifted. He was headed for Deryn.

Silvesse narrowed her eyes as the male ascended to their level, Ranger had to shout in order to be heard.

"Boss says to look out for some princess, they were hollaring about protecting 'er. Could be a good ransom!" The older man lifted one hand from his saddle and arched it around the perimeter of the flames. "Reckon she's going to run, they always do." Ranger grinned, his dragon dive bombing back to the ground.

A ransom, really? Deryn clicked his tongue. They had carried out ransoms before but not on nobility. He did not think this was a good idea. The old man is growing careless. Silvesse grunted. Deryn lacked the words to respond, she was right. With a sigh, he gave Silvesse the signal to begin circling the area.

The flames were still roaring, lighting up anything in its path. Deryn's stomach twisted, he would hate to be on the receiving end of Silvesse's fury. Knights were clamouring, staggering in their weak defence against the onslaught of five dragons. He admired their bravery, but they were still weak. If they were smarter than they were brave, they would have fled. Just then, a glint in the darkness. His head snapped up, in the distance a pale figure was dashing for the nearby treeline. The only one not wearing armour and the only one not staying to protect this princess. Bingo.

Silvesse gave a low grumbling sound as she arched her wings to redirect her lithe body towards the figure. Do not hurt her, we get no money then. Deryn had to remind Silvesse, she could be...over-zealous. Her reply was a sharp dip in altitude that flipped her rider's stomach, Deryn gripped the handle harder after slipping a hand up to lift his black bandana up over his nose, leaving a sliver of skin visible by his cheeks.

They were fast approaching the figure, the wings of his beast silent as they glided every closer. Now, he could see long blonde hair, unbound. Certainly not a knight, except in her hand she gripped a sword. Deryn quirked a brow at the sight, it's not like that sword would do much to Silvesse but still..

Silvesse gave a mighty heave of her wings and their sped over the top of the woman, immediately spinning, her tail clashing against the trees as the dragon skidded to a halt. Her huge claws drew great rifts in the earth beneath them. Silvesse's head lowered to the ground, her lips curling to reveal those shining teeth and upon her back, Deryn.

The man in all black, lifted a hand, his flight goggles and bandana obscuring his face. His hair windswept, but beneath the goggles his eyes were bright with excitement. Perhaps his boss wasn't so crazy, a noble lady's ransom would have to be high. Behind the woman, the sky was bright with fire and the sounds of battle only slightly fainter.

"Hello darling." Deryn smirked beneath his mask. "You're coming with me." His voice was deep, a slight rasp to his words but a clarity consistent with good schooling. Obviously she was going to object, but what could she do to stop him. Silvesse's throat clicked with build up, she was preparing to scare the life out of this woman. From her maw, a smoke billowed and the faint orange light began to build up at the back of her mouth.

The woman that stood before him amused Deryn, he certainly did not expect her to proclaim she wasn't scared - clearly she was. Her form was shaking and her voice followed suit. Silvesse's eyes narrowed at the claim, taking a slow step towards the woman, the glow burning brighter in her throat. He needed to do something here before his beast burnt her to ashes.

"I most certainly do not want to harm you." Deryn cooed, eyes following the woman. She was right, he didn't have to do this, but he was and the pay off would be beautiful. His ears had grown used to the sound of slamming wings, screams, it faded out of his head. All of his attention on the woman before him and her heavily adorned body. Oh yes, her ransom would be lovely.

Then she stepped and she fell. Deryn's eyes widened, a jolt running through him a second before Silvesse snarled and pounced. Her front legs landing either side of the woman just as she grasped the sword once more. The heat emitting from the creature's mouth hung over the woman, Silvesse's eyes barely visible from how thinly they were narrowed. Deryn swallowed. Right, time to wrap this up before the woman became little more than Silvesse's dinner. He unhooked his legs from the saddle and slid down her shoulder, grasping the spines that poked out from her scales to lower himself to the floor. His boots hit the ground with a heavy thud.

"Alright, darling. It's time to stop playing knight." Deryn began walking towards her, his steps measured. Keenly aware of Silvesse's form beside him, move too quick and it was over. He rounded the side of his dragon, placing a hand on the base of her chest as he did. His black leathers glinting in the light, scuffed and well worn. Deryn brought his hand down from the beast and looked at the woman. "Let's get you -" He paused. His entire form paused, bones frozen in place.

Deryn's eyes narrowed and he silently move close to the woman, his brows crushing down into a frown. He crouched almost on top of her. His head tilting like a curious animals. Silvesse even lifted her head in confusion. What are you doing?! The female shook her head, the heat from her jaws subsiding. I could have burnt you! Her voice was distant in his mind.

Deryn brought a leather clad hand up to the woman's hands, blocking a potential slash from that sword now that he was so close. The other moving the luxury cloth that draped over her. Surely not. What would she be doing so far from her home? In his goggles the flames in the distance relexed off of the dark glass.