Appearance

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Ciliren has drawn the short end of the stick when compared to her twin. She stands at a whopping height of 5’3’. Her skin holds some degree of pigmentation. A shimmering golden hue if caught in the right angle of sunlight however, if caught under the UV rays of the sun long enough she burns a dark caramel tan. Her physical features serve as her best assets, pun intended. Despite her short height she bears a very well muscled frame from years of training in combat from childhood that is well complemented by an hourglass figure. Her breasts and rump are well endowed and her riding attire does very little to hide it. She carries herself with an air of annoyance and steps with an almost preternatural aggression that generally sends people stalking off in the opposite direction.

Ciliren bears light snow white hair that is wavy at its ends and sits at the middle of her neck. Unlike her sibling counterpart, who refuses to cut their hair, Ren keeps it short for two reasons; Low maintenance and stays out of the way in battle. Her eyebrows are the same color as her hair allowing her heterochromatic eyes to really stand out as well as her freckles. Her heterochromia falls on the darker hue set, her right eye a deep chocolate brown and a left light green eye the color of pale eucalyptus leaves. She has soft facial features complimenting her heart shaped face and a full set of luscious lips that can oftentimes be found in a devious smirk, better yet if you have peaked her fancy you may find her biting down on her lower lip. Her mask is generally very serious and unfaltering in the means of business; however, this changes for those in her guild, including her sister. Her ears are littered with piercings essentially lining the rim of her right ear while the left remains rather barren with only two lobe piercings. She limits her jewelry to studs or small hoops that hug the edge of her cartilage. Her neck is long and pretty much naked and she enjoys keeping it that way. Her arms are well muscled, nothing crazy, but they give the appearance of someone who trains daily. Her torso while tasteful is generally out in the open, given her height it does make it her only target for enemies. She does bare a long jagged scar that starts at the back of her left ninth rib and goes across her lower abdomen ending at her right hip. She also bears a number of scars across her forearms and one at the back of her neck. Her hips are wide and also well complimented by a set of thick well-muscled lower appendages and a backside most could not resist.

Ren’s attire is rather limited to mostly skin tight fighting leathers and flight leathers with numerous sleeves for daggers. She does own a single piece of armor, her fathers riding helmet. Casual attire for her consists of an underbust leather corset, leather pants, and a tucked tunic of varying emerald green, royal teal, or burgundy red. She typically also wears wrist gauntlets that all have slits to hold her favored daggers. She always has a multitude of daggers on her at all times, if that has not become evident. She pairs her outfits with knee length boots. Additionally, during missions she does wear a black hooded cloak and owns several cloaks of varying olive green, deep oceanic teal, and deep burgundy red as well.

Personality:

Abrasive | Hostile | Possessive | Vindictive | Temperamental | Amorous | Loyal | Stubborn | Blunt | Militant | Devoted | Observant | Reserved

“I am not here to dick around.”

As a descendant from a long line of dragon riders it was only her fate to also follow in her parents footsteps. She had been taught discipline early on and as the eldest sister was taught nothing but to serve as her triplets protector. As such she takes all her duties seriously and carries herself as such. Very seldom does she stray away to have her own fun and even if she did, it is usually kept behind closed doors.

“My sisters and my squad are my breath and blood.”

At the loss of her parents during the destruction of the riding academy Ciliren had taken it upon herself to step up to the plate and both protect and raise her twin. For a while her siblings had been the only other blood she shared, however promptly graduating from the academy and learning to ride with her own squad this shifted to become a part of her extended family. A family she would die to protect by any means necessary and until her dying breath she’d ensure each and every single person from her squad would return back to their post, even at the cost of her own life if it came to it.

"Don’t attempt to play with my heart, you will get hurt."

All work and no play, Ciliren truly does not rule with a bleeding heart. She cares for each and everyone in her squad including her other two siblings but for love outside of family it is not something she has found the time to explore, nor does she really want to. With this in mind should someone manage to pry open her closed heart she is own who will not take any form of infidelity lightly, nor will she accept to be merely tossed aside because someone can’t handle their combined shit together. She will hold both forms of treason to her heart as a death sentence for the second party involved.

Backstory:

It was thunderous and stormy night in November when the triplets were born. As thunder clapped and lightning clashed against the candlelight of the med room there after several hours of labor came the first dark-haired child. It was assumed that their mother carried triplets resulting in her becoming ill enough to be placed on bedrest and refrained from flying, all while her husband had been sent off on patrol. He had managed to arrive mere minutes before the birth of their firstborn and drenched to the dregs in the aftermath of the storm that arrived not only violently but abruptly. Pride spilled across his face as he held his first wrapped bundle of joy.

Almost two hours later came the arrival of her twin. Some complications had forced the physician to assist with the birth. A tonic created to cause their mother to form stronger contractions in an effort to force the second twin out and the physician had to perform an array of maneuvers to attempt to coax out her sibling(s). Fatigued to the point of nearly having to face undergoing the knife, her twin had finally emerged to the same earth shattering sound of thunder. A loud cry was emitted and thus the Valroris twins were born. However, to everyone's surprise the arrival of a third daughter moments following the second had emerged and as the proud parents doted on their new bundles of joy many of the medics in attendance drew up concerns for the third infant. While the first two children beheld the rare trait of heterochromia the third had pale blue pools that drew concern for her future as it concerned her vision.

Following their birth, the triplets would begin training under their parents supervision and direction. As soon as they were able to walk they were taught how their bedrooms were to be kept neat and organized, for if anything were out of place they would suffer the consequences. Consequences ranged from long hours of physical training to running for as long as their parents had said. Discipline quickly became hardwired but love had always come first and foremost to this family. For the children their dark obsidian hair had transitioned to a stark winter white by the age of 5, a trait that their father’s side of the family had. Many generally were either born with white hair or made the transition to white in the matter of two or three years.

At the ripe age of 15 they had been enrolled to attend The Dragon Academy and thus had big shoes to fill. Fortunately, for the triplets many things came naturally to them. For Ciliren, close quarters combat and knife-play came as second nature the opposite could be said for her twin who excelled in long-range weaponry being a near replica of their mother. Their triplet had become a master of ancient lore and languages. Having traveled from outpost to outpost whilst in the academy the teens only really had each other seeing as their parents duties never stopped for anyone, not even their children. It had been a few years after graduation day before a rival Kingdom had sought to destroy their school and later slaughter their parents who mightily defended the school to their dying breath in hopes that their grandchildren and great grandchildren would follow in their family tradition.

Currently reading Fourth Wing and I will have to say Sgaeyl has to be my favorite thus far.

Appearance

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Sorisana is the epitome of regal elegance and grace.Being a twin she shares a similar shimmering golden tan hue as her sibling. Sansa stands at a height of 5’7 and weighs roughly 140 pounds. Similar to her sibling, if she is caught under the sun's rays for a long period of time, which is rare for her, she can become a deep caramel tan. Unlike her curvaceous counterpart, Sorisana is more pear-shaped. She has a smaller, more tasteful bust but is well complemented with a set of wide hips and rump. Similarly, she does tend to leave little to the imagination with regard to her wardrobe choice. She tends to carry herself with a very regal air that at times can have a preternatural sense of stillness imbued to it, each step landing precisely where it needs to.

Her stark alabaster hair which has some waviness to it reaches the length of her lower back sitting just above her rump. She often wears it down or likes to style it in either half-up half-down fashion or in braids for combat. She has a soft heart shaped face with white arch shaped eyebrows that compliment her darker heterochromatic features and a soft button nose. She has a full set of luscious tasteful lips that are a mild pink in color. Her ears are littered with helix and lobe piercings along its outer edges. She has a deep chocolate brown right eye and a deep oceanic blue left eye which contrasts her sisters. She has a soft long neck that is generally covered up with clothing.

Sorisana’s wardrobe consists of skin tight leather pants, knee-height boots, and a set of leather archery bracers. Her attire varies from; a low-cut corset top adorned with a golden clasped and lined spaulder armor that covers her shoulders and biceps which are sleeved to her wrists. More casual attire generally consists of that of her sibling, leather pants and loose fitted tunics varying in hue from a vibrant burgundy, pale olive, to beige.

Personality:

Adaptable | Analytic | Cooperative | Diplomatic | Efficient | Honest | Humble | Intelligent | Nurturing | Protective | Witty | Supportive

“The average-minded with a smidgen more wit.”

Having been raised as equals Sorisansa considers herself no different than any other in her squad. She may appear regal in the way she carries herself however, her banter is a stark contrast. As such there are instances where her training with her parents had lead her to victory in a number of arguments from where scouts should be sent to which persons would excel in a task. She operates in the same manner as her sister however is much more relaxed about herself greeting most even outside their squadron earnestly and gingerly.

“Anyone can be an ally with the right amount of persuasion.”

Sansa generally allows her gentleness and the openness of her nurturing and charismatic attitude to bring others closer to her. She adores the company of others and has the love language of physical touch therefore does not shy away from anyone that inserts themself into an open conversation or simply needs some degree of physical touch. Much of a mother hen to those close to her she strives to make allies of everyone, despite their deepest hatred for such affiliations. She juggles the balance of being overly warm to being simply neutral with specific relationships which is entirely dependent upon the secondary party.

“A leader leads because they want to better others, not belittle them.”

Not really one to judge others or even make assumptions Sorisansa stands to be the most morally supportive of the twins. Sansa had some difficulty early on learning the ropes of the academy however it was her mother who had encouraged her and helped enhance her confidence in herself that she saw why her mother made a strong squad leader. She had used that same sort of charisma to serve as a Mentor that helped build many strong squad leaders.

Backstory:

It was thunderous and stormy night in November when the triplets were born. As thunder clapped and lightning clashed against the candlelight of the med room there after several hours of labor came the first dark-haired child. It was assumed that their mother carried triplets resulting in her becoming ill enough to be placed on bedrest and refrained from flying, all while her husband had been sent off on patrol. He had managed to arrive mere minutes before the birth of their firstborn and drenched to the dregs in the aftermath of the storm that arrived not only violently but abruptly. Pride spilled across his face as he held his first wrapped bundle of joy.

Almost two hours later came the arrival of her twin. Some complications had forced the physician to assist with the birth. A tonic created to cause their mother to form stronger contractions in an effort to force the second twin out and the physician had to perform an array of maneuvers to attempt to coax out her sibling(s). Fatigued to the point of nearly having to face undergoing the knife, her twin had finally emerged to the same earth shattering sound of thunder. A loud cry was emitted and thus the Valroris twins were born. However, to everyone's surprise the arrival of a third daughter moments following the second had emerged and as the proud parents doted on their new bundles of joy many of the medics in attendance drew up concerns for the third infant. While the first two children beheld the rare trait of heterochromia the third had pale blue pools that drew concern for her future as it concerned her vision.

Following their birth, the triplets would begin training under their parents supervision and direction. As soon as they were able to walk they were taught how their bedrooms were to be kept neat and organized, for if anything were out of place they would suffer the consequences. Consequences ranged from long hours of physical training to running for as long as their parents had said. Discipline quickly became hardwired but love had always come first and foremost to this family. For the children their dark obsidian hair had transitioned to a stark winter white by the age of 5, a trait that their father’s side of the family had. Many generally were either born with white hair or made the transition to white in the matter of two or three years.

At the ripe age of 15 they had been enrolled to attend The Dragon Academy and thus had big shoes to fill. Fortunately, for the triplets many things came naturally to them. For Ciliren, close quarters combat and knife-play came as second nature the opposite could be said for her twin who excelled in long-range weaponry being a near replica of their mother. Their triplet had become a master of ancient lore and languages. Having traveled from outpost to outpost whilst in the academy the teens only really had each other seeing as their parents duties never stopped for anyone, not even their children. It had been a few years after graduation day before a rival Kingdom had sought to destroy their school and later slaughter their parents who mightily defended the school to their dying breath in hopes that their grandchildren and great grandchildren would follow in their family tradition.

Name: Koa Revin
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Role: Outpost Rider
Dragon: Talvi S'naedis

Appearance

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Koa would be quite a handsome young man, by most people's standards, with the exception of severe scarring along the right side of his face and torso. He boasts a well-muscled, athletic physique -- not too lean, but not too stocky, either. This young man takes physical fitness fairly seriously, especially after having his powers snubbed for so long. In case his abilities are ever lost again, he has worked to keep himself in prime condition to get the best chance at survival as a normal human. Standing at a solid 6'2, he may not be the absolute tallest out there, but his height combined with his defined musculature gives him the appearance of a taller individual; his more forward personality also helps with that display.

His tan complexion matches his dark russet hair, which is styled short and messy. Koa has a strong jaw and an overall chiseled face with round, deep green eyes, a once-straight nose that got broken one too many times to heal right, and lips that are frequently curled into a mild, mischievous smirk. He almost always looks as though one corner of his mouth is turned up due to the scar tissue that has tugged the skin tight from his lip up to his hairline. His right ear has been savaged, and nearly half of it is missing. Old slashes and gashes criss cross over his cheek, neck, shoulder, down his back and torso, arm, hand, and a little ways past his hip; however, it is rare for anything beyond his facial and hand scars to be visible.

Being somewhat self-conscious of his mangled features, Koa often opts to wear high collared, long sleeve shirts. Breeches are obviously a given. Other than covering up the majority of his body, he isn't one to care much about physical appearance and maintenance. He's one of the "I use the same soap for my hair, face, and hands" kind of guys, but, being blessed with porcelain skin and a thick head of soft hair (don't touch his hair), he's never needed much else for a fancier routine.

His voice is a low tenor or a high bass, depending on the situation. When he wants to sound intimidating, he absolutely can, but the slightly higher pitch is his default. Koa is actually a decent singer, though he is most often singing more crass and humorous lyrics than serious or "pretty" ones. He has no problem grabbing a room's attention with a particularly booming call. Yelling out of anger, however, is not really in his nature.

Personality

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When most people think of Koa, they think of a flirt -- and they wouldn't be wrong. While he doesn't have much of a romantic attachment to anyone, he will send compliments and friendly flirtations in everyone's direction. His charm and charisma have gotten him out of sticky situations before, and he's got his Casanova-ness down to an absolute science. His easy way with words allows him to deliver anything smoothly; he could walk up to someone and tell them that they look like a blackout drunk rhinoceros that shat itself and make it sound like a good thing. However, he generally uses his people skills for good, and does not compare individuals to incontinent mammals.

Koa is witty and wily, and his sense of humor ranges from dark to immature. He is one to crack jokes at very inappropriate times, such as when he is in mortal peril or someone is making him uncomfortable. It's a coping mechanism, if you will. He is also quite confident, so much so that it is borderline arrogant, but he does not intent to inflate his ego or put himself on a pedestal higher than what he can actually reach. He just knows what he can do and will execute it well.

True to his element, Koa is a fiery creature. He can be brash at times, and when his extensive patience finally runs out, the discussions certainly heat up fast. He is a bit showy and his last words will absolutely be, "Hey, y'all, watch this!" His ferocity extends to every facet of his personality: fiercely friendly, fiercely loyal, fierce in battle,... Everything he does is intense, whether or not he means to be.

While he is generally easygoing, if not a little overzealous, he does have a sinister side to him. When wronged, or when those he loves are wronged, Koa is a vengeful, vindictive force to be reckoned with. He does not give second chances, and, if the crime is steep enough, an offender may not live to even ask for one. Charisma is replaced by fury and charm by callousness. Fortunately, this is not a common occurrence.

Skills

Marksman -- When he lost the ability to wield a sword or fist most efficiently, Koa put all his time and effort into learning a new skill: hitting targets dead-on from an incredible distance with bows, javelins, and other projectiles.

Ambidextrous -- Formerly right-handed, he had to relearn how to fight, write, and flip people off with his left hand, so now he is proficient in both, though he relies mostly on his left.

Survival -- If you threw him out into the wilderness with nothing to his name, he could start a life from scratch quite easily. He's an excellent hunter, is pretty good at making tools, and has a decent enough knowledge of plants and herbs to not accidentally poison himself.

Strengths

Weaknesses

Crush: Bro, it's so complicated

Spouse: None

Kin

Open

Affiliations

Open

Other

The Bewitched said:

Res an apprentice water dragon, an apprentice rider and a mentor lunar dragon please ^^