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May I reserve a fire court scout? I had my whole thing written out but got booted for inactivity so I have to go cry and rewrite it. Lol. |
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Reserved!
And I'm so sorry; that happened to me when I was making this, too lol. That's why the dragon section is pitiful lol
Omen said:
May I reserve a fire court scout? I had my whole thing written out but got booted for inactivity so I have to go cry and rewrite it. Lol.
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Res the Leader Earth Fae and Earth Medic dragon |
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Most definitely
The Bewitched said:
Res the Leader Earth Fae and Earth Medic dragon
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Finished -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Name: Neasa Róisín Ní Ruadháin Name Pronunciation: NEH-sa ROH-sheen Nee ROO-awn Age: 130 years old Gender: Female Sexuality: Queer - female leaning -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Species: Earth Clan Fae Role: Leader Thoughts on the Truce: Neasa sees the truce as a necessary step toward ending the centuries-old bloodshed between Fae and dragons. While she remains cautious, she believes this fragile alliance offers a chance for peace, if only for survival's sake. Neasa hopes that, despite their history, both sides can use this truce to build a new (better) future, together. -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Appearance:  [Credit belongs to Tenebris Umbra. Made only for my usage, no one else has permission to use this.] Neasa is a stunning, regal woman with rich, dark brown skin and an air of quiet power. She stands at 6'0 with a slender and graceful build. Her pointy ears hold a pair of elegant, dangling earrings. Her lips are full and tinted a deep brown, with a silver lip piercing. Around her neck hangs a pendant of labradorite. The stone is oval-shaped, set in a silver frame, the pendant catches flashes of vibrant blue, green, and gold. This necklace dates back to her great-great-great grandmother. Her hair is a masterpiece in itself, platinum-blonde locks braided and swept up into a graceful crown-like style. When it's down, it lands just at Neasa's shoulders but she prefers to keep it up. Pale hairpiece accessories are embedded within her thick strands to help keep it up. Her doe eyes, a warm earthy brown, are framed by thick, dark lashes. White, ornate tattoos grace her forehead, neck, chest, shoulder, and upper arm, sigils of protection and power. These markings are traditional among those of royal blood, specifically passed down through the matriarchal line. Voice & Accent: Neasa's voice has a siren-like quality, low and melodic. Hypnotizing to say the least. There’s a faint Irish lilt coloring her speech, subtle enough that most wouldn’t catch it at first. But in moments when her emotions run high, her accent comes forward, causing her usually silky voice to become more abrasive, almost feral sounding. -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Personality: Calculating | Mysterious | Quiet | Sly | Patient | Loyal | Protective | Spiritual | Sensual | Observant | Vindictive | Independent | Cunning | Detached | Resonant | Commanding Never needing to raise her voice to command a room, Neasa Róisín Ní Ruadháin’s presence alone is enough, resonant, elegant, and quietly unsettling in its power. With a mind as calculating as a sharpened blade, she always sees five moves ahead, rarely caught off guard. Her sly nature keeps others guessing; she offers little of herself freely, preferring to let people wonder whether her silences are loaded with judgment or curiosity. She observes in stillness, memorizing tone, tension, the subtle shift of someone's weight before a lie leaves their mouth. Beneath her composed and spiritual surface is a cunning mind and a fiercely independent heart. She walks her own path, grounded in old rituals and the need to live up to mother’s bloodline. Neasa is sensual in a subtle way; in her gaze, the brush of fingers across silk, the effortless magnetism of someone entirely comfortable in their own skin. She does not beg for attention, she draws it like gravity. Detached from sentiment but not without purpose, she watches, calculates, waits. Her loyalty, once earned, is unshakeable but betrayal guarantees a slow, unrelenting retribution. She does not rage. She remembers. Neasa’s protective instincts run deep, though she rarely shows it in obvious ways. She is patient and sly, playing the long game when others are still scrambling for quick control. Her commands are soft, but weighted with expectation, and people follow her not out of fear but awe. To those under her shield, she is unyielding. To those who cross her, she becomes something colder, more precise, vindictive with poetic justice. Her silence can comfort or destroy, and the line between the two is razor-thin. -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Abilities: Nature Bond: Like many other Earth fae's, Neasa can communicate with plants and animals. The plants and creatures respond to her call, bending and shifting at her will Greenweave: Neasa can cause plants to grow rapidly from the earth, allowing her to produce food, medicine, or natural remedies with a simple touch. -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Strengths: + Strategic + Agile & Stamina + Cunning & resourceful + Fluent in multiple ancient and modern languages, skilled in deciphering runes and forgotten scripts Weaknesses: - Control Issues - Bad with Heights - Slightly Deaf in Left Ear - Physically weaker and less durable -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Affiliations: Open! Other: She is the eldest daughter of the Earth Clan's queen, Sorcha Ní Ruadháin, and next in line to lead the Clan after her mother. |
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Finished Name: Sionnachán Name Pronunciation: SHUN-a-kawn Age: 200 years old Gender: Male 𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸 Species: Life Dragon (Earth) Role: Medic Thoughts on the Truce: Sionnachán views the truce with deep skepticism. While he acknowledges its necessity due to the growing threat, his mistrust of the fae remains strong. He sees the truce as a fragile, temporary alliance. He believes it's only necessary due to survival rather than mutual respect. Though he will honor the agreement out of duty and protect his land, he will keep his distance as much as possible. 𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸
Appearance: [Credit belongs to Tenebris Umbra. Made only for my usage, no one else has permission to use this.] Strong as an oak, tall as a willow, Sionnachán is a towering Earth Dragon, standing 16 feet at the shoulder, stretching 40 feet in length. His body is cloaked in deep forest green scales, mottled with lichen and bark. From his chest to his underbelly, his scales blend between a rich earthy brown and a softer, muted brown. His form is long and sinewy, built not for brute strength but for endurance, and fluid motion through tangled woodlands. His pupiless eyes are a glowing pale green, like bioluminescent moss. From his skull rise twisting, antler-like horns, black as charred wood and overgrown with moss, flowering vines, and trailing tendrils of greenery. Dark, thorny ridges trail his spine, and his wings, like stretched leaves, bear faint translucent veining and clawed tips. Thick patches of soft, living moss cover the ridges along Sionnachán’s back, nestled between the dark, thorny spines. Vines and blooming white flowers curl along his wings, legs, and claws. The flora responds to his mood and movement, shifting with the seasons. Personality: Grounded | Thoughtful | Protective | Loyal | Grumpy | Resourceful | Patient | Stubborn | Calculating | Cautious | Observant | Sharp-Witted | Blunt | Independent | Guarded | Resilient | Territorial | Dry-Humored | Honorable | Deeply Rooted in Tradition Stoic and grounded, with a presence that feels as immovable as ancient stone, he speaks little, choosing silence over noise, contemplation over impulse. He does not rush, nor does he bend to fleeting emotion; instead, he endures, patient, still, and ever-watchful. His mind is always working, calculating and observant, weighing the unseen before taking action. Though he may appear slow to act, it is patience, not hesitation, that guides him. His words are few and often edged with dry humor or a blunt honesty, there is always meaning beneath them. He is not unkind, simply practical, a creature who values truth over comfort, and wisdom over noise. He is deeply protective, especially of his territory and those under his quiet guardianship. Loyal to a fault, he may not easily forge bonds, but once a creature is accepted into his circle, he becomes a sentinel that cannot be swayed. His honor binds him like ancient roots to old oaths and forgotten rites. Tradition runs in his veins - not out of nostalgia, but because he sees stability and survival in the rituals of the past. He is cautious, slow to trust, his nature deeply guarded after centuries of betrayal and encroachment. But when danger stirs, there is no hesitation. His defense is swift, precise, and unwavering. Beneath his prickly, gruff exterior lies a mind as sharp as obsidian and a heart tethered to the rhythm of the land. Sionnachán is a resourceful, independent soul who endures, adapts, and thrives in solitude. He is stubborn, often refusing help unless absolutely necessary, and rarely speaks of his burdens. Still, his loyalty and sense of duty are unshakable. He does not rule his forest, it moves with him, breathes with him. Every moss-laden step is deliberate, a reminder that he is not only a creature of the earth, but its keeper. 𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸 Abilities: Healing Veil: Sionnachán is able to project a veil that heals and revitalizes his allies or plants and animals within his vicinity. Life Sense: Sionnachán has an innate sense of the vitality of plants, fae and animals around it. He can detect whether an ecosystem is healthy, sick or in danger. He can sense changes in the life force of living creatures nearby. 𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸 Strengths: + Strategic + Camouflage + Swift & Agile + Thick Scales and Hide Weaknesses: - Stubborn - Territoral - Sensitive hearing and eyesight - Poor Aerial Ability 𖥸𖥸𖥸𖥸 |
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Can I reserve a nightmare dragon scout please? :3 |
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Reserved!
Tonneoshet said:
Can I reserve a nightmare dragon scout please? :3
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Both added ^^
The Bewitched said:
Sionnachán is finished!
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