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Name: Ivan Lécuyer Age: 33 Gender: Male Sexuality: Hetero Role: Heir Desired Role: Chief Thoughts on the Trials He has given up on ever achieving a dragon form himself, but he believes that the trials are a good test for apprentices, proving their mental and physical fortitude. While he doesn't deem the tradition totally necessary, it is a nice way of scaring potential enemies off and strengthening their own ranks. Appearance Image credits to me. I unintentionally took the entirety of Team Avatar and smushed them into one man. Standing at 6'7, he is among the tallest of his kind, and his physique is a hardy, muscular one. While he is still considered lean, his frame is one made for strength and endurance rather than speed and nimbleness. He is quite agile, but he lacks flexibility and is much better at quick movements with a weapon than he is doing parkour. Ivan is all muscle and sinew, and his chiseled features accentuate as much, giving him a carved-from-stone appearance. This man has an assortment of scars, but his most notable -- by far -- is the massive chunk missing from the middle of his left ear. It is now held together by a piercing that acts as a brace, and he never takes it out; when/if he does, the further end flops over, and he thinks it looks ridiculous. He has half a mind to just cut the rest off, sometimes. His round, stormy gray eyes hold a hint of green, contrasting slightly with the regular whites and the blood vessels therein. They are places beneath straight, furrowed brows and rimmed with creases. His skin is a warm, golden-bronze whose shadows and highlights change dramatically depending on the lighting. It is interrupted by the pinker, slightly paler colors of old scars. His hair is a deep, deep red-brown -- almost black -- and turns to a slightly lighter maroon or blood color in the sunlight. Ivan keeps the sides and back of his head closely shaved or otherwise short, and the top hair is pulled back into a short ponytail. It would only reach his jaw if let down, but he prefers to keep it up. Two longer, braided strands hang down from either temple. He has a strong, confident voice that is fairly low and and a silky bass. He walks with purposeful, firm strides, and generally appears sure of himself. Some may see it as arrogance, but he does not intend it to be so. His presence is cold and foreboding despite his warmer coloration, giving him an air of unpredictability. When he fidgets, Ivan will twist one braid between his pointer finger and thumb, or he'll work his jaw (the stronger jawline may very well have originated from this habit). Personality Charismatic || Leader || Ambitious || Strategic || Smart || Stoic || Decisive || Loyal || Observant || Stubborn He has a convincing way with words, able to use them in a way that makes him an excellent public speaker. Ivan knows how -- and when -- to stir an audience and push them in any direction with his eloquence, and he uses this to further his own devices at times. He is quite charismatic and charming. However, it never quite seems to reach his eyes; he has never been one for making close friends, and while he is friendly with most in the clan, there is no one that he will confide in. Not even his own family. Ivan keeps his personal worries and insecurities to himself, outwardly displaying a poised, calm front. And, generally, it is not a false face. He is an honest man, though he is not above telling white lies here and there. He is good at maintaining the peace, whether that be through physical or verbal means. He is a leader, as he has been brought up to be, and strives for perfection. Too much is on the line for him to fall short in any way. Ivan is ambitious and strategic, concerned with keeping the Yloriax Clan thriving and at the top of the food chain. They may have lost the powers of the dragons, but that does not mean they are weak or ripe for destruction. He is a stubborn creature, and his stoicism is borderline self-destructive at times. He has a habit of ignoring his injuries of any kind and will overexert himself at times, but he refuses help until he can't hide his situation. Ivan is also very observant of others, making him a bit of a hypocrite when insisting others rest or otherwise take care of themselves at the same point that he would not. Despite being a cold, mule-headed grump, Ivan is an altruistic and loyal individual. Even if he doesn't particularly like someone in the clan, he will fight for them. His competitive and ambitious nature often gets in the way of friendships and familial relations, but he still cares for them even if he sucks at showing it. He is also not afraid of doing what must be done. Hunting, battle, or otherwise (justly) ending a life has never upset him, nor is it ever likely to. He respects life, but death is a path that is central to mortality, and he doesn't mind that fact. This man sticks to his morals, though, and scorns murder or subterfuge. He's a good lie detector, too, and tries to prove himself trustworthy to others, as his own lies -- however small they may be -- irritate him the most. Strengths Physical strength and fitness Charisma and speaking Hand-to-hand combat, dual sword work Strategy Weaknesses Speed and agility Ear causes hearing issues when windy, can't hear things as far away Sucks at building personal relationships Competitiveness Crush: Someone has caught his eye, and he has no idea how to handle that Mate: None Kin Riven -- father Kethryll'ia -- brother Astraea -- mother Althaea -- aunt Eloriel -- uncle Affiliations Riven -- Ivan is always trying to prove himself to be a worthy son and heir, always working hard to impress the chief. Astraea -- He and his mother may butt heads on some things, but that's what you get when you stick two fiery, stubborn people in a room together. He loves her, though, and they generally get along well. Kethryll'ia -- Itty bitty brother. *boops* Cornaith -- Nobody knows (he would kill anyone who did), but he has reached rock bottom and now haunts Cornaith's footsteps when the two are alone, trying to learn the art of relationships. Specifically, he is now the reluctant pupil of the master Casanova. Alvaerelle -- He's taken quite a liking to her, and he doesn't know what to do about it, hence his meetings with Cornaith. He'd do almost anything for this woman, and he's taken it upon himself to protect her children at all costs. Of course, he hasn't told her any of that, because he's an idiot. Cyrus -- Asshole. Catori -- A good acquaintance. She's cool. Elariel -- Ivan's personal therapist uncle and very likely the only one that knows what's going on in his mind at any given time. 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hello^^
Can I please reserve a Queen and an Apprentice (possibly a shaman apprentice)? |
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Name: Cyrus Terosh Age: 325
Gender: Male
Sexuality Heterosexual Role: Warrior
Desired Role: Chief
Thoughts on the Trials: They're a waste of time, their ties to the draconic blood is gone, no one from their clan is going to regain that power. It was neglected by ignorant leaders, if he were around when they had that power, he would have ruled the world. At least now, the trials weed the weak out from the strong. Appearance: [Detailed Description: 2-3 paragraphs] Cyrus stands at a full stretch of 6'7", a behemoth of a man. His shoulders are broad and strong, as is the rest of his golden tanned frame. He is the embodiment of brute force, and he uses is. His skin is toughened on his hands from relentless daily training to keep himself in peak condition to protect his clan. His hair is a deep black, cut short to his head so that it cannot be grasped during a battle. He sports no distinct markings other than a singular mole on his right cheek, close to his ear. Set within his rugged features is a pair of golden eyes surrounded by white sclera, the shade of a sunset mixed with rich honey. Strapped to his back at all times is his long sword, a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, it was gifted to him by his wife on their first wedding anniversery. He guards it with his life. In his Halfborne form, Cyrus is the same hulking mass he is in his more human visage, His scales are a dusky umber, speckled with flashes of shade variation. His horns are ram-like, thick and huge. They spiral by the sides of his head, pointing out towards the front at the tip. The horns themselves are an almost black, lightened only by the umber undertone of the keratin beneath.
Personality: [Detailed Description: 3-4 paragraphs OR 10 bullet points and summary]
Ruthless | Cruel | Sharp-tongue | Bitter | Cold | Wretched | Opinionated | Overwhelming | Distraught | Sad | Lonely | Once kind Cyrus used to be a kinder man. One that would gladly look after the queen's children during his breaks, often enjoying telling tales of his ventures in the field. Now, the sight of another child twists his guts, they are going to be trained to be soft. Soft like the rest of his clan, they weren't going to amount to anything. All except his son, yes, he will make sure his son achieves the highest possible honour no matter what. Cyrus trained his son in longsword since he was old enough to grasp it between his hands, to make sure he can overpower every enemy he faces, an undefeatable power. He wouldn't lose another family member so these soft clan members and their pampering. Alas, Akith'ki was not there yet. It took his son far too long to be called to the trials. Where the elders and chief mocking him? Did they not think his son would be capable? That he was weak? That Cyrus's bloodline was that worthless? The thoughts mill around his head on an endless loop. Then his son was chosen, finally. Perhaps these trials will finally make him a real man. Cyrus loved his wife very much, her death took a piece of him that day and he was never the same since. After his wife's death, he took on another lover years later. When Aluxa fell pregnant, he announced the child to be his, but he never showed any further affection for the mother of his child. He is ruthless, a killer. Stopping at nothing to further his strength, he snaps at stupid comments, spits harsh insults at those who are around him. His relations within the clan are deteriorating and he doesn't seem to care at all. As of now, the only one of his clan he can see any semblence of power in is his son, and even then he questions that thought. Strengths: [Minimum 3] 1. Pure strength; he is a ball of taught muscle ready to explode in any direction. He is over muscled to the point that it inhibits some of his movement, but he can plough through pretty much any obstacle. 2. Relentless; he will fight until his dying breath for those he cares for and what he believes in. 3. Battle hardened; little can shake the nerves of Cyrus, he has seen too much bloodshed and cruelty, especially after the death of his wife, he has no one left to defend, his son doesn't need his protection anymore. Weaknesses: [Minimum 3] 1. Bitter; his wife's death has disturbed something within him. He does not trust his leaders anymore, how could they let his love die. 2. Slow; not to the point of no return, but Cyrus is significantly slower than the other warriors due to his mass. It can make fighting a faster, agile opponent extremely difficult. 3. Cruel; Cyrus has burnt the bridges around him, there is not a single person he can talk to without biting back at them with a harsh remark or causing the other person to become upset. Crush: N/A
Mate: The recently deceased Shaman
Kin: His son, Akith'ki Terosh. Aluxa - Akith'ki's mother. Shaman - his deceased wife. Affiliations: Long-time warrior, reputable prior to his wife's death. Opinions may have changed. in discussion Other: |
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Name: Catori Thirle Age: 136 Gender: Female Sexuality Heterosexual Role: Lieutenant
Desired Role: Content
Thoughts on the Trials: They are a good way of training the new generation of the clan survival skills, team work, strategic thinking and so much more. Catori doesn't think they'll be able to regain the ancient ability, but some little part of her hopes that they will. Appearance: [Detailed Description: 2-3 paragraphs] Catori isn't particularly intimidating with her height having her stand at 5'7", she is on the smaller side of the scale. Lithe, tones muscles make up for the lack of height. She couldn't make herself taller, so she made herself stronger. Training has honed even the smallest of her muscles, enabling her to best challengers and disable them within minutes. Her skin is a paler tan, dotting her nose are a few very faint freckles which are brought out further by sun exposure. Beside her left eye on the outer corner is a black beauty mark. Her eyes are an electrifying green, the colour of new leaves in spring with darker pine towards the outer limits of the iris. Her sclera are black, no changes in lighting brighten this part of her eye. Her pupils are feline in nature, adding to the unnerving appearance of her eyes. Her hair falls down to her shoulder blades, and is usually tied up in battle braids to keep them from falling into her eyes, bound into a pony tail by a piece of thin rope. Catori's hair is a rich natural red, bordering on auburn. It's natural state is in voluminous waves when it itsn't tied back. Adorning her back are various black markings, earned from her prowess in battle that earned her the lieutenant position despite her relatively younger age. Catori's Halfborne form is something to behold. Strikingly dark along her main body, the black scales give way to golden ones towards her forearms, the only part of her body not shrouded by a dark colour apart from her horns. The golden scales catch in the light brilliantly, sometimes to her downfall of alerting others to her location. Her horns sit more centrally than her temples and begin on her forehead where slender spines extend backwards. They are gently curved with small ridges that terminate in a sharp point. The horns are the same golden hue as her arms, but subdued by the keratinous nature of the tissue.
Personality: [Detailed Description: 3-4 paragraphs OR 10 bullet points and summary]
Diplomatic | Understanding | Forgiving | Earnest | Friendly | Joyful | Tender | Self-assured | Steadfast | Strong-minded | Perceptive Catori is a very friendly second in command, she is welcoming to all the members of the clan and encouraged them to talk to her if they have any concerns regarding relations, battle plans, hunting, training, anything and she will do her best to help. Well liked by her fellow peers, she is a hard worker, striving to be the best that she can for her group. Although, she is not a complete push over, if someone oversteps, she will meet them with a dominance that earned her the title of lieutenant. She works closely with the leaders and elders to ensure their clan will not only survive, but thrive. Strengths: [Minimum 3] 1. Perceptive; Catori is well attuned with her clan and their members, using this she is able to tell when there is trouble in the air. It's also very handy in combat. 2. Agile; Her smaller size may work against her in some ways, but it greatly increases her agility and Catori worked to refine this skill, granting her quick reflexes and a quickness others envy. 3. Status; Catori's high status in the clan comes with many bonuses. Her favourite being she can put ruly warriors in their place. In truth, being able to break up disbutes between members is an ability she is very thankful for, once the clan members become disconnected from each other, the future of the clan would be at great risk.
Weaknesses: [Minimum 3]
1. Strength; Catori is certainly not weak, but if faced with a larger, muscular foe, she will have a very hard time getting away without serious injury. 2. Trusting; Catori trusts her clan mates, if she asks them a question she will believe what they say with little suspicion. 3. Weak left knee; after tearing a muscle in her left leg in her youth, she is faced with a tender section of muscle central on the back of her left knee. A weakness cannot be seen by the eye, but if a blow were to land there, that knee would faulter and she would collapse. Occasionally, Catori will wear a brace to help, but it cannot be cured. Crush: Open
Mate: Open
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Please refer to the rules ^^
Drunken seas said:
Can I please reserve a apprentice role?
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Added!
Nevaehina's Den said:
hello^^
Can I please reserve a Queen and an Apprentice (possibly a shaman apprentice)?
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Name:
Soleil Facan
{soh-lay}
Meaning "Sun" Age:
83
(Looks late 20s)
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual Role:
Queen
Desired Role:
Gatherer Thoughts on the Trials:
Foolish but necessary. Without the Trails there would be no connection to their ancestors. She may be a non-shifter but would take pride in her child(ren) being able to shift. However, a mother would never wish for her child(ren) to be placed in such danger either. Appearance: [Detailed Description: 2-3 paragraphs]
Sol has a light tan, or sun-kissed, skin tone, another nod to her name. Her face is oval with no defined jawline. Her completion overall is dotted with various beauty marks of different tones. Her lips are quite plump and rounded, often tinted with a deep rose color. Her eyes are a bright shade of gold and quite wide. People have complimented her by saying that they resemble deep pools of melted gold. When angry, these golden hues turn into dark, wild gold closer to hazel. Her eyebrows are thin and a light sandy color. Her sandy locks reach below her waist, but she always keeps it tied up. She maintains a fringe to hide a medium-sized scar on her forehead above her right eye. She loves to use bows to decorate her hair, using them to style it in two looped buns and two strands by her ears tied off with small bows. Sol stands at 6'0" and has a generally curved body shape. Her body shape can be described as an hourglass, with wide hips, and a medium chest. 
[Credit goes to MaeEllen/@maetheellen on Picrew]
Personality: [Detailed Description: 3-4 paragraphs OR 10 bullet points and summary]
•Hot-headed•Impulsive•Loyal•Honest•Gentle•Strong-willed•Moody•Descisive•Confident•Spontaneous•
Despite her sunny appearance, Sol doesn't have a sunny disposition. She often comes off as being in a sour mood, though her lack of social skills is usually to blame. She can throw in a good quip here and there, even dare to rile others but for the most part she just seems plain rude. It's not for a lack of trying though. She can be snappy at times but she would never outright insult someone. If others reciprocate with a smart-ass comment or just a snippy remark, Sol would take it in her stride, enjoying their company and even considering them as friends. After all, they have to be able to put up with her to do that. If and when Sol considers you a friend, know that she would go to great lengths to protect you and be there for you. She is immensely loyal to those she trusts, to her friends, maybe even dangerously so. Like you could've committed murder and despite knowing this, she'd still say you're innocent. Do not misinterpret her loyalty as naivety, she has a strong set of morals and she isn't blind to what's going on in the world. Along with her loyalty, she's honest too. She will not sugarcoat things. And she will not lie. Period. And if she catches you in a lie, oh boy, be ready for a lecture. She's impulsive. That saying about "If your friend jumped in the fire, would you jump too?", well she's the friend. Her pain tolerance is dangerously high and it takes quite a lot of damage to her body before her brain realizes she's in pain. Her impulsive behavior is not all that bad since it does help her in having fun or trying new things. On top of that, once she's decided to do something, she's going to do it. Sol experiences the opposite of outbursts, suddenly becoming quiet and unresponsive for a few minutes. This happens when she's worked up, nervous, or frustrated and is struggling to word her thoughts and emotions. Just give her a second, she'll come to you when she's ready to express herself. Though, don't let her get stuck in her head for too long. She tends to lash out, more angry at herself because her brain isn't working like it's supposed to. Strengths: [Minimum 3]
+ Expansive knowledge of herbs/flora
+ Sharp, attentive gaze
+ Agile
+ Great cook
+ Good sense of direction
+ Strong morals
Weaknesses: [Minimum 3]
- Stamina (Running)
- Impatient
- Risk taker
- Short fuze
- Confrontational
- Un-coordinated Crush:
TBA
(Open/DM)
Mate:
TBA
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Kin:
TBA
(Open/DM) Affiliations:
TBA
(Open/DM) Astraea- Bestie <3
(She is pregnant.) Other:
Highborn
"Act my age?"
What the f*ck is that, "act my age"?
What do I care how old I am?
The ocean is old as f*ck.
It will still drown your ass with vigor.
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The Bewitched said:
Please refer to the rules ^^
Drunken seas said:
Can I please reserve a apprentice role?
Oop, and the chiefs mates please |
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Name:
Eirlys Myrsky
{Ahr-la}
Meaning "Snowdrop" Age:
18
Gender:
Female Sexuality:
Bisexual Role:
Apprentice
Desired Role:
Shaman Thoughts on the Trials:
Respects tradition, and doesn't question the Trials' relevance. But the idea of nearly dying for them doesn't sit well with her. Appearance:
Eirlys is a short girl for her race's females, standing at 5' 6". Her build is small, lean, and generally flat, and is often mistaken for a young teenage boy rather than a teenage female. Due to her parentage, the likelihood of her developing a more curvy figure is slim to none. She maintains a well-toned body though her added muscle does little to change her lean build. She has singular piercings in both ears. Short, raven hair is neatly coiffured to reveal a sharp but somewhat rounded face. Woeful emerald irises are in stark contrast to black sclera and are always attentive or on the lookout for trouble. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and Eirlys' is no exception. They are often filled with her emotions, darkening into a deep forest green whenever she's angry or afraid. The bright emerald hues show when she's happy or worried. A small, long nose is placed above thin lips, though her cheeks allow for dimples when she smiles. Her nose is decorated with freckles, allowing the small blemishes to stand out against her pale, light skin. Overall, her features indicate a dainty but boyish appearance. 
[Credit to Crowesn on Picrew]
Personality:
~Energetic~Loyal~Creative~Reserved~Childish~Stubborn~Lazy~
~Talkative~Overthinker~Empathetic~
Eirlys is a quiet girl and tends to be shy around strangers but does seek out their company and enjoys spending time with others. She's a people person, though spends quite a good amount of time by herself. She's not competitive and has no desire to fight/ argue over trivial things. She'll also distance herself if there's a conflict or a specific situation that she wants to avoid. She's very energetic and enthusiastic, perhaps a little too much sometimes. She loves to share her knowledge, with a few fun facts. She loves telling stories or would write them down for later.
Trust and loyalty are something that she holds dear and will do her best to return it to those that had given it to her. She can be very stubborn, and at times a bit childish, willing to argue to get her point across. Playing pranks on friends and family is a favorite pastime of hers. She has insecurities and tends to overthink a lot of things and worry a little too much for someone so young. She puts on a brave face for the sake of getting through the day sometimes. She tends to bottle everything up and this leads to either a breakdown or an explosion. Overall, she's a very caring, clumsy, and supportive young girl who tries to stay optimistic as best she can and give out all her love to those who need it. Strengths:
[Minimum 3]
+ Observation, picking up on the tiniest of details and body language
+ Agile during a fight
+ Great knowledge of flora and healing herbs
+ Good knowledge of the Shaman role
+ Good in hand-to-hand combat
+ Great aim with a knife
+ Knows sign language
Weaknesses:
[Minimum 3]
- She doesn't cope well under pressure
- She can't swim and is terrified of deep bodies of water
- No sense of direction
- Terrible aim with a bow
- She shies away from conflict.
- She overthinks
Crush:
TBA
(Open/DM)
Mate:
TBD
Kin:
TBA
(Open/DM) Affiliations:
TBA
(Open/DM)
Niabi~Grandmother~Extremely close
TBA Other:
Highborn
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