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Name: Brosc Sloan Nickname(s): Berry, “the Rose-Gold Ifrita” Age: 17 Gender: Male (he/him) Sexuality: Ambi Pansexual Team: Red Scars (might change this one because not fully sure...) Role: Teammate --- Appearance: Brosc stands tall at about six foot four and has rippling muscle covering all of his body which gives him an upside-down triangle shape because of his wide and broad shoulders and thinner hips which makes him look like a beefy wall rather than a human being. He has pale skin, but almost every inch of his body except his face with light pink scars that grow darker and longer on his back, morphing from thin small cuts to long lashes that dent his flesh. No tattoos cover his skin but he tends to don on jewelry or piercings even when he is solely in his bare skin. Brosc stands tall and square when in the presence of higher ups, but is often slouching or found leaning against something when with those he is more relaxed around. He tends to walk slowly yet always takes big strides with his long legs so if his companion tends to walk a little faster, Brosc can easily keep up while still being lazy. With a square jaw and sultry eyes, he definitely fits under the ideal beauty standard of men in Everlong. He has a charming smile that is often pulled into a smirk when he speaks with women or is pressed into a tight-lipped frown when irritated by someone’s words. He has full lips and white teeth but his grin is nothing compared to his eyes. His sultry, dark blue, cobalt eyes are brought out more because of their contrast to his lighter tones and warmer colors such as his hair. His strawberry blond hair with natural honey streaks that is cut short and curls slightly despite being cut along the sides. Brosc’s ears are pierced and he tends to wear fancy Everlongian rose-gold chains earrings and studs. As for clothes, Brosc tends to wear a light, washed out pink tunic shirt during more casual outings as well as thick pants to compensate for his tunic having a very open chest. He will wear warmer jackets over the tunic of course but he still likes to wear slightly revealing clothing even if it costs him warmth. When on duty, Brosc will wear thinner clothes under his heavy rose gold armor with delicate etches into the bottom and rim of his chest plate. It is rare that Brosc will wear a helmet as he prefers to have more visibility in a fight, but he does wear heavy armor boots and trousers to support himself during his attacks with a heavy blade. His swords are both heavy curved blades with a rose-gold sheen and music notes etched into the blade that, when reading the notes, plays a song of death that tends to be played in Everlongian funerals. Brosc will wear his swords on his hips for easier access to them and will wear a thigh holster to hold his money and anything else he might need to carry with him other than his swords. Personality: Flirty As Hell | Likes to Toy with Others | Open-Minded | Lenient | Very Loving + Affectionate | Far Too Laid Back at Times | Defuses Situations | Great Negotiator | Level-Headed despite Mischief Making | Bad Boy Vibes | Morally Questionable Crush: Maybe... Significant Other: Aster (Ex-Boyfriend) Kin: Mother, Darlene Sloan (42), Father, Scar Sloan (45), + Sister, Brianna Sloan (Deceased) Other: :D ~~~ Name: Azura Age: 17 Gender: Female Class: Speed Appearance: Though she is a dragon, she has aspects closer to that of a griffin because of her feathers, beak, and other qualities that appear similar to the blue-footed boobies that inhabit the islands her species thrives on. With blue beak that is slightly longer and straighter than a griffin’s, Azura’s species is carnivorous, feasting on flying fish, mackerel, and whatever birds fly over the islands except for blue-footed boobies (many of the Equatorial Sea Wyverns like to keep these birds as pets, companions, or mistake them for babies of their species). However, Azura can only stomach squid due to her being a picky eater, evident in the black stains on the corner of her beak from years of just squid. She has a round face similar to that of most of her species though her face is a bit more squished, more childish than most. Her face is composed of mostly white feathers though some brown feathers poke through here and there which make her look like she has the feathered equivalent of freckles dotting under her wide, yellow eyes. With wide eyes that have circular pupils, Azura and others of her species have two pairs of eyelids, their normal eyelids and their clear eyelids which they close while going underwater so they can see clearly without getting salt water in their eyes. As a wyvern, Azura has a talon on her alulas (what is like the elbow joint but for wings) and claws at the end of her dark brown wings. Like a velociraptor, Azura has wings that bend back and knees that bend forward with claws that are able to grab onto uneven and slippery black rocks. The most well known feature about Equatorial Sea Wyverns is their bright blue beaks and talons that grow more blue in color because of the food they eat. Due to only eating squid, she receives less carotenoids so her blues are not as vibrant but she makes up for it with her vibrant personality. To aid them while swimming, most Equatorial Sea Wyverns have a long tail with brown feathers on the end but Azura has a much more difficult time swimming as she had her tail cut short from an incident half a decade ago. She still is a strong swimmer, just not as strong as others of her species. Luckily enough for her, her feathers have grown back so her injury is not as apparent to those unfamiliar with her species Personality: Stubborn | Determined | Extroverted | Childish | Easily Tricked | Fairly Smart | Overly Excitable | Constantly Curious | Extremely Loyal | Very Protective | Clingy at Times | Fears Abandonment | Constantly Trying to Help | Altruistic | Easy-to-Trust | Very Loving Breath Attack: Icy Mist (mild effects on land, deadly in water) Affiliations: Brosc Other: ;) ~~~~~ Name: Alice An Taylor Age: 16 Gender: Female (she/her) Sexuality: Polyamorous Bisexual Team: Silver Fang Role: Teammate (for now~) Appearance: Tall, hourglass frame, pale skin with blue undertones, rarely blushes, only has one small scar on her knee, diamond face, sultry blue eyes, big full lips, barely visible eyebrows, mole under right eye, button nose, blond hair, hair goes down to her waist but is often folded and braided many times over so it is hidden under a hat, wears a Victorian dress of pink and red with a floral pattern over a hoop skirt, black gloves and shawl, a black bonnet with a pink ribbon, thick black boots, and a red parasol and hand fan with more floral patterns and lace trimmings. Personality: Snobbish, Blunt, Self-Indulgent, Vindictive, Intense Jealousy, Easily Bored/Needs Constant Stimuli or Attention, Quick-Witted, Determined, Sweet Exterior but Cruel Interior, Possessive, Protective, Prone to Aggression, Occasionally a People-Pleaser, Lacking Fear, Extremely Stubborn, + Lustful Crush: None yet Significant Other: Technically Aster Kin: Does not wish to speak of them Other: she is technically engaged but she doesn’t care about her fiance ~~~ Name: Rainwater Age: 16 Gender: Male Class: Stealth Appearance: A long, snake-like body with short legs and small wings. Unlike most dragons, Rain has smaller scales that are pressed together tightly. His scales are soft, illustrious, and light for moving quickly through the air and for repelling water from the constant moisture in his habitat, but the scales able to be easily pierced due to their thickness or lack thereof. What’s most noticeable about Rain’s scales are his bright, shifting colors that are dependent on his environment and/or mood, signature for most males of the Tropical Sweet-Toothed Wyrm; however, this name for his species is very misleading. While Rain is a tropical creature, Rain primarily eats meat, as shown with his monkey-ripping and ant-eater eater teeth, and is still classified as a dragon despite his long body which he uses to wrap around long branches while falling asleep or stalking prey. Rain’s eyes are narrow and amber, but are constantly shifting around his surroundings. The Tropical Sweet-Toothed Wyrm, despite being a dragon, is also a prey animal to the jaguar. These dragons will use their poison to attempt to injure or stun their predators but jaguars are able to quickly avoid their attacks and will kill any of these dragons if they ever come too close to the ground for some food. Rain is paranoid of the brutal death by jaguars as his long, scaly tail constantly flicks left and right in anxious worry in any new location. Along his twitching spine are tiny spikes that resemble those along his jawline. Rain has tiny horns that are just a bit bigger than those spikes but smaller than most of his species. Personality: Paranoid | Shy | Slow to Trust | Independent | Extroverted Despite his Nervousness | Self-Serving | Aggressive | Stubborn to Other People’s Ideas | Closed-Off | Clingy to Anyone who Gives Him Affection | Logical | Cannot Think in High-Stress Environments | Plan-Maker | Easily Jealous Breath Attack: Poison Shot Affiliations: Alice Other: |
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Reserve Silver Fangs team rider please ^^ |
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Determined
^^ Just a reminder, you have to Rp your riders dragons too and make them forms. Also Brosc will need a last name. I wasn't sure if they were done, but I wanted to let you know just in case.
Edit: Also they can only be 16 or 17, you have one at 18 and one at 27.
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oh my god I forgot to fix the ages- I will fix ages now and add the dragons tomorrow!
Imperial Sands said:
Determined
^^ Just a reminder, you have to Rp your riders dragons too and make them forms. Also Brosc will need a last name. I wasn't sure if they were done, but I wanted to let you know just in case.
Edit: Also they can only be 16 or 17, you have one at 18 and one at 27.
Fox,
I'll add it.
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^^ No worries! I figured it was something like that.
Determined_Wolf said:
oh my god I forgot to fix the ages- I will fix ages now and add the dragons tomorrow!
Imperial Sands said:
Determined
^^ Just a reminder, you have to Rp your riders dragons too and make them forms. Also Brosc will need a last name. I wasn't sure if they were done, but I wanted to let you know just in case.
Edit: Also they can only be 16 or 17, you have one at 18 and one at 27.
Fox,
I'll add it.
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Hey Imperial, will you be making a discussion soon or are you waiting to make sure this won't lose interest or just waiting for most of the people here's bios are done? |
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Im waiting for more of the reservations to be finished ^^
iArema said:
Hey Imperial, will you be making a discussion soon or are you waiting to make sure this won't lose interest or just waiting for most of the people here's bios are done?
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Thank you, I was curious lol Just super excited for this to start, loving the plot and map layouts
Imperial Sands said:
Im waiting for more of the reservations to be finished ^^
iArema said:
Hey Imperial, will you be making a discussion soon or are you waiting to make sure this won't lose interest or just waiting for most of the people here's bios are done?
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Rider Name: Sedna Nurul Seelen Meaning: Sedna - "Goddess of The Sea" Nurul - "Nimble, bright, sunlit" Seelen - "Soul, Spirit" Age: 17 Years Gender: Male Team: The Silver Fangs Role: Member Appearance: Sedna is a man of a complexion on the darker side, while his heritage is mixed. His face is heart shaped, with a slightly rounded chin with his youth, but a comparitvely strong jawline. His cheekbones are visible, but not quite on the sharp side, but pronounced. His eyebrows are a medium thickness, and he seems to make expressions with them often, and scrunching his broader nose. The mans eyes are an emerald-sea green color, standing out against his darker skin and brown braided hair, which has beads and ringlets of metal weaved and braided into them, meaning they clink and clack at times with his movements. He has two piercings in his left eyebrow, a nose piercing, and a gold necklace that was a gift from his mother. He has a small amount of freckles over his body, primarily over his cheekbones and nose, but sparse. His lips are full, with a scar on the right corner of his mouth. His figure is lean with muscle, not scrwany or weak, and not stocky or muscle-man body, but well-muscled physique that comes from days of activity, swimming, running, and hunting. His physique leaves him standing at 5'10. Personality: Suspicious || Confrontational || Reserved || Cautious || Rebellious || The Wild One[TM] || Protective || Stubborn || Fiesty || Playful At Times || Fun Once You Get to Know Him / Earn His Trust || Musical Lil Guy Out of him and his brother, Sedna had always been described as the wilder one, the one with the bigger mouth, the one who "stuck it to the man", so to speak. He'd always been the first to stand up and call someone out if he believed they needed to be, the first to get in someone's face, the first to tell someone to shove it, especially where it concerns his friends and family. He's always prepared to get on his feet and fight for them, and for what he believes in. Sedna holds most things in suspicion. If it's too good to be true, normally, he's pretty convinced it is. He's cautious, cautious of many situations, cautious of many people. He sees the bad before he sees the good, more often than not. Not quite a pessimist, but on the darker side of realist. He knows everyone has a dark side, knows everyone has bad qualities, he just pays more attention to them. When his mind is set on something, the man holds a kind of silent stubbornness. He'll be absolutely determined to complete his goal, even if it's just by himself and completely silent. Now, once you get to know him and gain his trust, Sedna doesn't change all that drastically. He's still cautious, still suspicious, still confrontational and rebellious, but he becomes playful, a more fun individual. He's more likely to play games, more likely to sing and play instruments. Crush: None/Open Significant Other: None Kin: An older brother not in the RP. Other Affiliations: TBA/Open Other: -------------------- Dragon Name: Maeleth Age: 17 Gender: Female Class: Stealth Appearance: Maeleth isn't the largest dragon, nor is she full of muscle and brawn. She's built almost like a snake, with a long build with lean muscle. Her legs are long, all six of them, and majority of her height comes from them, along with a long neck. She stands at 15 feet tall at the shoulder, and is around 24 feet long, with a wingspan of 32ft, dwarfing other aspects of her build. She has a single pair of wings, sitting over the top of her middle set of legs, and the joint have claws on them that she can use to climb. Despite being about 15 feet tall, often, Maeleth looks significantly shorter due to her legs being bent or pressing herself close to the ground or her neck keeping her head lowered. She keeps low to the ground, sometimes moving in a "slithering" fashion, or she can be spotted high up in trees, pressed down against bark and leaves. She does whatever she can to make herself look smaller, even with her gigantic wings pressed against her sides and back. The joint of her wings comes up around the middle of her long neck in length, or, sometimes, up to her head, depending on the angle she's got them at. They go well beyond her legs, down to her tail. Her scales are a pale silver color, in some lights bordering on white. The lighting around her can affect the tinge of her scales, or the color they seem to give off. The spikes and horns on her body are another shade of silver, darker, a silver-grey that's almost black. She has two horns that angle slightly up, and towards the end they curl wickedly back towards her head. It isn't so much to be dangerous to herself, but it's enough to, sometimes, hook herself by the head on a branch. Out of the base of those horns comes another set, angled outward and down, following the lines of her throat but angled out enough to not quite hit her or impale her when she tilts her head back. Out of the back of her cheeks comes a row of spikes, again angled slightly out so she doesn't poke herself on them. Her spine sports similar spikes, the largest sitting between her first pair of legs, and slowly getting smaller the further down her spine it legs. Around midway down her tail, another thing gets added to her. From a distance, these could be mistaken for feathers, but, really, they are just a flat, spiked appendage. Almost like a spiked club got flattened and attached to the end of her tail., the further down her tail it is, the larger it is. She can use this as a club, a bat, a weapon, but often she uses it to hook herself around trees or hang upside down. The only potentially visible parts of her body that aren't silver-white are her mouth, her flesh, and her eyes, all of which are similar colors. Her mouth and tongue are pink, her flesh is red, and her eyes are a matching, blood-red color that stand out against her pale colors. Personality: Fight Or Flight - Almost Always Flight || Trickster || Observant || Quiet || Very Much a Background Person || Likes Being Unseen and Unheard || Prefers the Company of Few || Elusive || Logical || Very Much a "Wild" Dragon || Feral if Backed Into a Corner || Sneaky Snake Maeleth isn't that hard to understand. Leave her alone, and she'll leave you alone. Don't bother her, and she won't bother you. Don't back her into a corner, and you won't meet claws. Don't touch her without permission, and you won't risk getting snapped at. She likes her space, she likes having her own time and her own places to disappear to. At times, she needs to be truly and utterly alone, basking in no company but her own, and perhaps the most trusted individuals. She prefers the quiet over the bustle of a lot of people, she prefers the dark spaces, the shadows, to be out of sight, out of mind, and out of reach. Commonly, she's seen climbing trees and sitting in the highest branches that can support her, watching all that goes on below her. If Maeleth doesn't want you to find her, you can bet that you won't. She's elusive at the best of times, utterly invisible at others. She knows how to disappear, how to be sneaky, and she's observant enough to spot the quiet corners to hide in where no one will look. She likes disappearing into the background, forgotten. No one can mess with you if they forget you're around, or it gives her the perfect chance to strike, to get back at someone for something they did. Now, at times, she can be a bit of a trickster. Certain company can do that to anyone, and she isn't immune to impulsive thoughts or wishing for a quiet giggle. If you were to try to get back at her for these little tricks, though, Maeleth is far more likely to run than she is to fight. When fight or flight kicks in, if she has no reason to stay and fight, she always chooses flight. And she continues to do so, pulling all the tricks out that she can think of, until she's backed into a corner, and turns all but feral. To be backed into a corner is a threat of life and death, and it isn't one she takes lightly, so her natural reaction is to flee until she can't, and then fight like hell. Unnecessary conflict got others killed, and it has never been something she's wished for herself. That doesn't mean she isn't a living, breathing dragon without her limits, though. She may not enjoy fighting, and she may not exactly enjoy starting a fight, but she'll jump in to back up someone she cares about with barely a seconds notice or thought. It's barely a competition in her mind. Other dragons have their hoards, she has her friends. Breath Attack: Acid Affiliations: TBA/Open Other: |
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Rider Name: Aeron Tomi Kavan Goes By: Everyone - Aeron, Kavan Team + Friends - Aeron, Kavan, Tomi, variations of these, Captain/Cap etc Age: 17 Gender: Male Team: Red Scars Role: Captain Appearance: Aeron is a man that, one way or another, tends to catch people's attention. Whether it's his unruly ginger hair or tall physique, he's normally got eyes on him, not that he's complaining. His hair is curly and a little longer than shoulder length, so out of control that he's had an undercut since he was a pre-teen. Sometimes, it gets a little longer than the shaved sides he prefers, but it rarely, if ever, gets long enough to be included in his chaotic hairstyles. He tames the top of his hair, generally, into some kind of ponytail, rarely having the care or patience for anything else. The mans skin is white, but not paper white or anything close, but prone to tanning quite heavily under the right circumstances. All across his face and body are freckles, prominently across his cheeks and nose, but they're all over him and quite visible. His eyes are moderatly sized and spaced, and are a deep shade of blue, standing out against his paler skin and ginger hair. Aeron's physique isn't a bodybuilders body, nor is it a muscular showman body. He has a body riddled with practical, labor-built muscle, standing at 6'3". His body doesn't hide his muscle, he isn't particularly lithe or lean, but he isn't overly bulky. He's a mid-ground, with evident muscle on his body and leaves him in the mid-point of speedy and strong, able to pack a punch when he really wants to. Jewelry the man has are piercings across his face, one in his eyebrow, some in his ears and one in his nose. He has a gold necklace around his neck that he doesn't take off, simply tucks into his shirt or armor. Around his right eye and eyebrow, Aeron has scarring where it almost looks like something was aiming for his eye. If he likes you enough, he might just tell you the story. Personality: Stubborn || Ambitious || Easy-Going || Extremely Protective || Headstrong || Cunning || Focused || Goal Oriented || Quick Thinker || Body Thinks First At Times || Quick Reflexes || Extremely Loyal || More Street Smarts Then Book Smarts || Holds Grudges || Generally Friendly, Sometimes Feigned Friendliness || Fantastic Liar || Good With Words || Not Overly Argumentative, But Often Too Stubborn To Back Down || Competitive
Aeron is a complex man, and often one that's hard to read. To your face, he could be the kindest man in the world, he could be friendly and welcoming, partnered with a charming smile with only a slight edge. Those that know him, though, know the way he is. That he's goal-oriented, that once he sets his mind on something, there's rarely anything that can change his mind. He's a guy that's ambitious, always reaching higher, always focused on his next goal as soon as he reaches his current one, always wanting more. He's not particularly argumentative, but he's stubborn to a fault, and rarely backs down if someone involves him in an argument, especially if they're against his friends. He's extremely loyal, and even if he knows his friend is wrong, well, then Aeron is just going down with the ship. This goes for physical fights too, if he sees one of his friends in a fight, you can bet your pants that Aeron is going to be there, or get involved if things are unfair. Aeron is intelligent, cunning and a quick thinker. His mind is often racing, and yet still, sometimes his body reactions before his mind can, with sharp reflexes. In his intelligence, the man often finds it hard to forget what someone did to wrong him, and it leaves him holding grudges, even if he doesn't obviously show them or display them. For this, he has to be a good actor, and a fantastic liar, which he is. Most of the time, Aeron has an easy-going, almost messily relaxed way of existing. He jokes around, he rough houses with friends, he's fun and easy to talk to if you're his friend, otherwise, he takes some kind of pride in being a pain in the ass. Crush: He might feel a little something for Margot Albrecht, not that he's willing or planning to act on it. Significant Other: None Kin: None in the RP Other Affiliations: TBA/Open Other: -------------------- Dragon Name: Rhyhor Age: 17 Gender: Male Class: Brute 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. Breath Attack: Lightning Affiliations: [Name] | Rider [TBA] Other: |
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