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Please do not post here unless you are ANTIDOTE or myself. Thank you and feel free to read along :> - Plot: Muse A hadn't seen Muse B in months and they'd hoped they never would again, but they're forced to find and retrieve them when the King receives word that Muse B has been spotted in the sister kingdom of their own. After all, Muse A is one of the closest advisors in the court of the country Muse A betrayed. He'd been on duty when the only woman he'd ever let his guard down for shot the Queen, and then disappeared without a word.
Muse B has been on the run since the day she killed the Queen. In her defense, she'd been aiming for the King. It wasn't her fault his wife stepped in the way. Had her shot landed, this fight to survive would be worth it. When that fight ends in a prison cell, she knows what fate awaits her. What she didn't expect was for Muse A to be leading the team sent to escort her, looking very different from the man she'd known before.
The journey back to the capitol is as long as it is dangerous. Muse B is forced to rely upon Muse A for protection from his fellow advisors, despite him being the only one with a personal vendetta against her. He doesn't know why he bothers keeping their hands and weapons off of her, but he tells himself it's because she's his to hurt. |
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- Lore - - Two hundred and eighty years ago, the Land of Eir was peaceful... or as close as you could get to that in a world with fire-breathing dragons. The kingdom of Tyris was known not only as the land's most militarily powerful kingdom but also for the magic that lay within everyone born there—whether that be the ability to teleport or wield fire. These people were The Esteemed, a proud and formidable populace whose talents were celebrated in both the court and the fields. Tyris was a monarchy, ruled by the first ever rulers; King Luran and Queen Fiona—known and loved deeply by nearly everyone, not only for their just rule but also for their unwavering support of the arts and education, ensuring that every child had the opportunity to learn and grow. This kingdom sat in the pine forests of Eir's southern border, atop a great plateau that dropped to raging sea cliffs, where the waves crashed against the rocks like a relentless army. Food was plentiful because of the river that wound its way through the kingdom, nourishing the farmers and their crops, ensuring that the tables of Tyris were always full. The people thrived in a vibrant community, celebrating life with grand festivals that filled the air with laughter and music. Even a new heir had been born, Prince Raphel, a child of promise who was destined to inherit a legacy steeped in magic and valor. However, a few years later, the King received word of a group of warriors—humans without abilities—who were navigating the treacherous Southern Mountain Range, notorious for its brutal fire-breathing creatures that lurked in the shadows. As any decent ruler would do, King Luran sent out a group of his most elite soldiers to ensure the warriors had safe passage through the mountains, a gesture of goodwill that would soon lead to unforeseen consequences. These warriors, weary from their journey, took cover in Tyris, where they were welcomed with open arms and warm fires. The head general of the warriors, Dorian Gray, formed a sort of alliance with King Luran—promising military strength and protection in exchange for food and shelter, a mutually beneficial agreement that seemed to herald a new era of cooperation. An alliance began, flourishing for the next thirty years, during which both kingdoms shared knowledge, resources, and even cultural practices, creating a tapestry of unity that stretched across the lands. However, as seasons changed, so did the hearts of men, and Dorian's true intentions began to surface. His ambition to overthrow and conquer the Land of Eir culminated in a brutal betrayal that resulted in the shocking death of Tyris's beloved Queen Fiona. The kingdom mourned, its grief palpable in the air, as the loyal subjects struggled to comprehend the loss of their guiding light. King Luran, heartbroken and desolate, succumbed to the weight of his sorrow, leaving young Prince Raphel thrust into the tumultuous role of ruler far too soon. In the wake of this tragedy, Dorian's soldiers and their children fled to the safety of the mountains, establishing their own dominion known as the Kingdom of Hael, confident that King Luran would never dare send his troops into the dragon-infested cliffs that Dorian's group was so accustomed to navigating. The people of Tyris hung their heads in despair, grieving not only for their fallen Queen but also for the loss of their once-unbreakable unity. As the years passed, the weight of leadership pressed heavily on Prince Raphel's shoulders. The kingdom's need for more land grew alongside its burgeoning population, and in a desperate bid to secure the future of Tyris, the head councilman, Emile Rol, proposed an audacious idea. The council convened, deliberating late into the night, until it was decided they would move across the river and conquer the territory there. With a heavy heart, King Raphel agreed, sending along his most trusted warriors with Emile to establish a new foothold. The Kingdom of Dagon came to be, a new ally that would hopefully bolster Tyris’s strength. Yet, as the days turned into years, it became increasingly evident to King Raphel that most of his military had been dispatched to Dagon, leaving him vulnerable and isolated in a kingdom that once stood proud and invincible. The specter of Dorian's treachery still loomed large, casting shadows over any hope of stability. In this precarious situation, King Raphel needed to think creatively. Dragons. The fire-breathing creatures were known to travel south every winter in search of warmer climates, and it was this seasonal migration that sparked an idea in the young king's mind. Harnessing the power and majesty of these magnificent beasts, King Raphel instituted the annual Dragon Taming Tournaments—a tradition that would not only rekindle the spirit of Tyris but also renew its military strength. Young warriors would come of age and, upon turning eighteen, would have the privilege of taming a dragon, forging a bond that would elevate them to a new level of respect and power within the kingdom. As the years rolled on, this practice became a rite of passage for the youth of Tyris, symbolizing resilience and the indomitable spirit of the Esteemed. Yet, amidst the excitement of the tournaments, a burning hatred for the Loemen—the traitorous faction that had once sabotaged their kingdom—festered in the hearts of many. This animosity would shape the future of Tyris, as whispers of revenge began to circulate through the kingdom’s halls and taverns, threatening to ignite a firestorm of conflict that could engulf not only Tyris but the entire Land of Eir. 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The Kingdoms of Eir: - Kingdom of Tyris -Dominant Kingdom- -Social Status; Predominantly Merchants/Farmers, Theives, and The Kings Counsel [Underclass/Working Class] -Current Rulers; King Lucyan [83 YO] + Queen Kacelyn [79 YO] -Military Strength; Dragon Riders [65%] + Soldiers [35%] -Esteemed [Gifted] Citizens + Few Humans Undercover -Capital; A large town called Foroot [More commonly known as The Ghetto/Known for its higher criminal rates] -Kingdom Land; 588 Square Miles/Pines Forests/Temperate Weather -Alliances; Kingdom of Dagon -Notes; Known as once a strong kingdom that dwindled throughout time- nearly half of its population decreased with time. They are slowly forming back together. Everyone is quite close to each other. They hold annual dragon-taming tournaments every year. Kingdom of Dagon -Sister Kingdom to Tyris- -Social Status: Predominantly Soldiers and Landowners [Working Class/Higher Middle Class] -Current Rulers; King Michael [78 YO] + Queen Adelaide [72 YO] -Military Strength; Dragon Riders [10%] + Soldiers [90%] -Esteemed [Gifted] Citizens + Humans -Capital; A small town called Broten -Kingdom Land; 410 Square Miles/Rolling Hills/Temperate Weather -Alliances; Kingdom of Tyris -Notes; Originally made up on Tyrisians who migrated to take over more land. They are close to Tyris and often go through trading and military support with one another. They are quite secure and often attend The Annual Dragon Taming Tournaments. Kingdom of Hael -Rival Kingdom of Tyris/Dagon- -Social Status; Predominantly Criminals/Merchants/Soldiers [Underclass/Working Class/Higher Middle Class] -Current Rulers; King Addonis [55 YO] + No Queen [As of now] -Military Strength; Dragon Riders [45%] + Soldiers [55%] -Purely Human Citizens -Capital; A city with the name of Deerts -Kingdom Land; 533 Square Miles/Rocky & Mountainous/Frigid Temperatures -Alliances; None as of now. -Notes; The betraying kingdom of Hael is most known for its history with the other two kingdoms. They have learned how to survive in these frigid temperatures and live with dragons. |
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Abilities: *All Esteemed often appear younger than they actually are. Life Spans; 90-140 YO [Even at this eldest age, they won't appear a day over 65.* ☆ - Predominantly in Tyris ★- Predominantly in Dagon ☉- Both - Prosiacs [Slights/Economically Abject (Lower Class, Farmers/Criminals)] : Guile - Emotion Inducement ☉ Labile - Enhanced Senses ☆ Savant - Enhanced Intelligence ☆ Bearing - Altering Physical Appearance ☆ Aegises [Neutrals/Economically Stable (Working Class, Work For The Kingdom)]: Mender - Quick Healing ☆ Utter - Teleporting To Anywhere In Sight ★ Drift- Levitating Off The Ground ☉ Targe - Defensive Skin Covering ☉ Mirage - Illusion Manipulation ☉ Glisten - Light Manipulation ☆ Spouter - Wildlife Communicating ☆ Florays [Powerfuls/Economically Advanced (Royals/Court Members)]: Flicker - Fire/Explosion Manipulation ★ Blight - Shadow Manipulation ☉ Greeny - Plant Manipulation ☆ Pitch - Stone/Earth Manipulation ★ Douse - Water Manipulation ★ Thewy - Enhanced Physical Strength ★ Binary - Dual Ability Manipulation ☆ Quip - Moving Objects With The Mind ☉ - Lethals [Scarce/Seen As Dangerous/Often Killed Off Young]: Scour - Weather Manipulation ☉ Theurgy - Raising The Dead ☉ Coterie - Seeing The Future ☉ |
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Current Weather: - Temperature: 78 °F Humidity: 43% Chance of Rain: 2% Chance of Snow: 0% Sky View: Blue Sky w/ Few Cumulus Clouds - [This will be updated regularly throughout the roleplay so be sure to keep checking!] |
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Baron Elio Streiler "Your existence is giving me a headache, go over there." . Name Pronunciation: BAIR-uhn eh-LEE-oh STRY-lahr Name Meanings: Baron - "Nobel Man" or "Military Commander" Elio - "Sun" Streiler - Family Surname. Nicknames: None. Simply Baron. oooh, pm me ideas >:) . Age: Physical - 23 Years Old True - 26 Years Old Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual/Monogamous Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral ⊹˚₊‧───────────‧₊˚⊹ "Come back, come back to me, darling." . Kingdom: The Kingdom of Tyris Occupation: King Lucyan's Head Advisor [Executioner] + Dragon Handler Esteemed Ability: Binary [Dual Abilitied] Utter + Coterie [1/2 Legally Alive] . Physical Appearance: Baron Streiler is as smart as the devil and two times prettier. This man holds himself with a strong sense of authority and confidence, often mistaken for arrogance...which he is—at times. Standing at 6'4" feet tall and weighing around 210 pounds, he's lean with a prominent, muscular frame that commands attention wherever he goes. With broad shoulders that lead down to strapping biceps, his forearms are fairly veiny, a testament to the rigorous physical demands of his work. Despite the ruggedness of his hands, which bear the callouses from a life spent grappling with tools and materials, they are surprisingly gentle to the touch, deftly capable of both strength and care. His nails are always kept short and well taken care of, a subtle indication of his meticulous nature. Overall, his actual body structure is proportionate and rather mesomorphic, featuring a muscular, wider chest that tapers down to a slimmer torso and hips, leading to long, strong legs that seem to carry him with an effortless grace. His middle is well-defined, showcasing abdominal muscles that hint at a softer six-pack, while a noticeable v-cut resides a tad bit lower, emphasizing the dedication he puts into maintaining his physique. His back is equally impressive, with strong shoulders and a straight, almost cat-like posture that exudes confidence and readiness. Scars litter his back, remnants of intense training sessions and the occasional disagreement during work—each telling a story of resilience and the challenges he has faced. His skin is smooth with a light tan coloration, devoid of blemishes, save for the scars that add character to his otherwise flawless complexion. Now, moving to his facial structure. The man is practically a Greek god, with a sharp jawline that cuts across his diamond-shaped face, lending him an air of regality. His high cheekbones dip in ever so slightly, enhancing his striking features. Baron's lips are fuller, colored a lighter pink, with two defined peaks on his upper lip that lend a certain charm, while his bottom lip is softly rounded, creating a harmonious balance. Behind those lips lies a pearly white smile, a charismatic and deceptive grin that can disarm even the most guarded of hearts. His nose, more reminiscent of classic Roman architecture, has a small bump in the middle that adds character, culminating in a light upturn at the tip that gives him a mischievous yet approachable appearance. His brows are well-sculpted and dark brown, framing his captivating eyes—hooded and a striking gold color rimming with dark brown, thick lashes accentuating their allure. Baron's gaze can shift from piercing intensity to playful warmth in an instant, making it difficult for anyone to resist being drawn into his orbit. His hair is a raven black color, with a silky look that catches the sun in proper lighting, giving off an almost ethereal glow. It’s thick and wavy, falling just above his brow in a way that frames his face perfectly while still looking like he just got done with training. . Personality: MBTI Type: ESTP Resourceful // Confident // Dark // Cold // Calculating // Emotionally Distant // Arrogant // Brash // Loyal // Protective // Empathetic // Domineering Baron Streiler needs to be everything an executioner would be, embodying the cold efficiency required to serve his king and ensure the safety of his kingdom. With a heart coated in steel, he has become a man hardened by the trials of his past, which have left him dark and emotionally distant, often leading others to perceive him as arrogant and brash. This facade of confidence and boldness masks a complex individual who is fiercely competitive and protective of those he deems worthy of his loyalty. He approaches life as a practical thinker, a strategic mind always scanning the horizon for potential threats while simultaneously devising resourceful solutions to problems that arise, often before they even surface. His ability to anticipate dangers has earned him a reputation as a tactical genius among his peers, instilling a sense of respect and fear that commands attention in both the court and the battlefield. In social settings, he can be charming and persuasive, effortlessly drawing people into his orbit with a magnetic charisma that belies his more sinister role as an executioner. Yet, there lies an undercurrent of deception within him, as he deftly navigates conversations, sometimes hiding his true intentions behind a veneer of amiability, allowing him to manipulate situations to his advantage without revealing the depths of his true nature. Impulsivity often drives his decisions, leading to moments of disorganization and impatience that clash with his otherwise calculated demeanor. In the heat of the moment, he is unflinching, ready to act decisively, yet this same trait makes him blunt and at times insensitive to the feelings of others, leaving a trail of bruised egos and fractured relationships in his wake. His energy is palpable, fueling his inventive spirit as he tackles challenges head-on, a natural risk-taker who thrives on adrenaline and the thrill of adventure. It is this very quality that propels him into situations where others would hesitate, yet it simultaneously serves as a double-edged sword, often placing him at odds with the more cautious advisors who surround him. However, beneath this robust exterior lies a struggle—one that involves his tendency to think only in the moment and a difficulty in following through with plans. While he can devise intricate strategies in the blink of an eye, the follow-through often eludes him, leaving his schemes half-formed and vulnerable to the ravages of time and circumstance. Although he often shows his heart to few, there is a deep-seated fear of love that complicates his relationships, leaving him feeling conflicted and broken at times, as he grapples with the dichotomy of his role as both protector and executioner. His sense of respect is non-negotiable; he is easily triggered by any form of disrespect toward himself or those he cares for, and the thought of his time being wasted only adds to his frustrations, often resulting in explosive confrontations that further isolate him from those around him. In this intricate tapestry of traits, Baron Streiler stands as a formidable figure—an executioner not merely by duty, but by the very essence of his being, wrestling with his inner demons while striving to fulfill his role as protector of the realm. He embodies the duality of man, walking the fine line between darkness and light, battling the ghosts of his past while forging a path towards an uncertain future. Each decision he makes is weighed against the backdrop of his previous failures and triumphs, creating a complex character who is as enigmatic as he is formidable. The echoes of his past reverberate in his actions, shaping his present and influencing the choices he makes for tomorrow, as he navigates the treacherous waters of loyalty, betrayal, and the ceaseless quest for redemption in a world where the line between justice and vengeance is often blurred. Ultimately, Baron Streiler is not just an executioner; he is a man in search of purpose, striving to reconcile the shadows of his soul with the noble ideals he is sworn to protect. ⊹˚₊‧───────────‧₊˚⊹ "And I'll save your life again and again, aimlessly hoping you will allow me to stay in it." . Strengths & Weaknesses: Strengths Combat Skills; The training began when Baron turned sixteen. As young adults who wish to partake in the dragon-taming tournaments need to go through two years of grueling combat training, that's exactly what Baron did. Even before he was appointed as one of the King's Advisors, the ruler seemed to...favor him. Which was great in some aspects but rather terrible in others. The King expected much from Baron, which also meant he was challenged further- not only in the physical aspect of training but in the mental and emotional aspect of it as well. Baron had been trained arduously enough that even the king hasn't been able to complete a session with him- and that had continued... until he was met with his match. His equal. And the woman who broke his heart in ways he never thought possible. No training could have prepared him for that. And he's not planning on letting that happen again. Charm; However dangerous and cold this man may be, he certainly knows the way around social situations. Always meaning to come off as charming and sociable. And he does just that. The man's charismatic and alluring complexion seems to draw people in, catching their attention when he walks into a room. With his persuasive nature and experience in different social classes, he knows just the right way to flash an endearing grin or a suggestive glance to get what he wants making him ever so cunning and deceptive. He knows how to get what he wants and by no means is anything getting into his way there. Loyalty; It's terrifying what this man could end up doing for someone he's tied to. And that's exactly why he doesn't blatantly give it out to people. If you want him to stand by your side, earn it. Baron's loyalty comes primarily from his work with the King of Tyris. He's a soldier. He does what he's told without complaint and does it willingly because he knows for sure that its ought to be right... He would go down a proud man to die for that someone in which he was faithful to. Weaknesses Emotionally Detached; He was once. Vulnerable, I mean. However, as he grew older and went through perilous training he found himself getting less so. There was a point in his life where he simply didn't interact with anyone other than the people he worked for because of the gnawing fear that he would become that...weak little boy from his past. Someone came along at that time though. And by god was it hard not to share everything with her. He really had cared for her... but everything has to end at some time. And for Baron, things ended in betrayal, wrath, and heartbreak. Slowly and surely, he's crawled back into that mask of indifference and emotionless actions. Unsure and not quite wanting to know if there's any way to fix him. Anything. And everything. Hyperthymesia - Baron has suffered from this medical condition since he was very little. The uncommon ability to allow him to spontaneously recall- with great accuracy and detail- a vast number of personal events and memories plagues him to this day. While this condition may be helpful in some situations, such as his interesting line of...work, its also a burden he has to carry with him. He remembers everything. The wonderful times of his life, every conversation with everyone he's ever met, and the horrific, terrifying moments in his past in which he can only dream to forget. And with his ability to see into the future as well- he's plagued by past, present, and future ordeals that run through his mind, paying no mind to the rent fee. Philophobia - The nagging fear of falling in love. It wasn't always this way. In Baron's early life, it was easy for him to say his "I love you's" and show affection. The older he grew, however, and the moment he realized that nobody could fall for a murderer- the thought became a mere particle. Baron is aware of the sheer lengths he may go to protect someone he loves and that fact scares him. Just how many people would he tear down to prove his love? What would he give up? What.... There was a girl. She had been everything in a time where he had nothing. He never got to share how deeply he cared for her before the woman killed the wife of who he put his loyalty in. And the fear- that had been momentarily stalled- came flooding back. Stubbornness - This has gotten him into a quite a lot of trouble in the past. As the young man has never been one to go along with something he doesn't see as right or agree with, Baron has been a part of many different scuffles throughout his lifetime. He won't admit to mistakes he may have made along the way and he certainly won't change his position in something just because another person wants him to. The guy is a mountain that should not even attempt to be moved. Unless you want an avalanche- than by all means, go ahead and try. . Backstory: Baron Elio Streiler has had an eventful life to say the least. Born in the Kingdom of Tyris, his early years were marred by tragedy and hardship; his mother died during childbirth, leaving him with an emptiness that echoed through his childhood. His father, a man burdened by grief and rage, channeled his anguish into a form of mental abuse, which shaped Elio’s formative years into a struggle for both survival and self-worth. As a teenager, he longed for escape, a way to transcend the pain of his domestic life. At sixteen, he seized an opportunity that would change the course of his existence forever—he signed up for the two-year training program for the annual Dragon Taming tournament, a fierce competition revered throughout the kingdom. To his astonishment, he was accepted, and his life took a drastic turn. The rigorous training regimen was designed not only to forge formidable warriors but also to refine character and resilience. He learned to wield not just physical strength but the mental acuity necessary to connect with the dragons, creatures of immense power and majesty. The king, recognizing Elio's tenacity and raw talent, took a special interest in him, which brought both fortune and a heavy burden. While the king’s favor opened doors, it also cast a shadow over him, as others eyed him with jealousy and suspicion. As he trained alongside the other contestants, Baron found solace and companionship in an unexpected place—he formed a deep bond with Ilyana, a fierce and spirited contender with an unwavering determination. Her laughter was a balm to his wounded soul, and her fierce spirit drew him in like a moth to a flame. He found it hard to believe he was falling for her; her presence broke through the walls he had constructed around his heart, walls reinforced by years of isolation and pain. Together, they shared their dreams, fears, and aspirations, each moment spent together igniting a passion in him he had never known. However, as the competitions neared their climax, tragedy struck. The queen, a beloved figure known for her grace and wisdom, was assassinated under mysterious circumstances. The news shattered the kingdom, and Baron was left reeling, grappling with the unbearable weight of grief and betrayal. It was not until he emerged victorious, claiming the title of champion, that he learned the truth—the very woman he had come to love, Ilyana, was implicated in the queen’s death. The revelation left him feeling as though the ground had been pulled from beneath him. The only maternal figure he had ever known was gone, and the girl who had become his confidante and ally was now branded a fugitive. Now, thrust into the role of the king’s advisor, Baron faced an agonizing dilemma. Tasked with tracking down Ilyana, he struggled with the conflicting emotions swirling within him—loyalty to the crown battling against the profound connection he had formed with her. The very thought of pursuing her filled him with anguish, as betrayal coursed through his veins, mingling with a sense of love that refused to fade. Each day felt like a war waged within, as he donned the mantle of executioner, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he might one day be the one to bring her to justice. Yet, deep down, Baron knew he could not condemn her without understanding the truth—the truth that lay hidden beneath layers of deception and treachery. As he was assigned to this perilous quest to find Ilyana, he felt the weight of his past bearing down on him, urging him to confront not only the external forces at play but also the turmoil within his own soul. He was determined to unravel the mystery of the queen’s death and uncover the real story behind Ilyana’s actions, even if it meant facing the very demons that haunted him and risking everything he had fought so hard to achieve. . "I will find you, or I will die trying." Affiliations: Biological Father // 68 Years Old // Male // Esteemed Mirage // Farmer Emmet Streiler is not a healthy men. There was a time in his life when he was doing...decently. When he met his wife. Her pregnancy had been a surprise, it hadn't been planned for- and therefore they weren't prepared in the slightest. Emmet wasn't exactly in an economic or mental space to have a child, so he really was distant from the start. Baron was born and with his birth, the only person holding Emmet together- passed. Emmet went down into a spiraling depression, taking it out on Baron throughout the years of his son's life- leaving the town to care for his child. Emmet and Baron's relationship is beyond fixing and his son attempts to avoid the older man at all costs. The King [Adoptive Father] // 83 Years Old // Male // Esteemed Quip // Ruler This man practically saved Baron from his "home". When the young teenage boy entered the Dragon Taming Tournaments, the King immediately grew fond of him. A year or so had passed, a year where Baron hadn't seen his birth father- he had been feeling alright. King Lucyan and Queen Kacelyn never were able to produce any heirs and they were both quite fond of Baron, so it was easy for them to take him in as parents. The King had insisted in the title of Heir, but at the time- Baron had too much on his mind [Ilyana] and took the next position down instead. King Lucyan made it clear that if he should ever desire to take on the role of the Kingdoms next ruler- he is more than welcome. The Queen [Adoptive Mother] // 79 Years Old // Female // Esteemed Greeny // Ruler This woman's death broke not only the king but Baron. She had been the mother he never had; kind, welcoming, and compassionate- Queen Kacelyn had been there when Baron needed her most, a shoulder to cry on without even feeling judged in any way. As this woman had never been able to produce children, adopting Baron was a blessing from the gods. He had been her pride and joy to the day she was fatally assassinated. Baron swore to redeem the name of his adoptive mother when he took on the oath to bring her perpetrator back to the King. And he would do just that, no matter what stood in his way. Cerus [Companion] // 183 Years Old [Young Adult] // Female // Standard Dragon // Dual Elemant Abilities [Water + Fire Based] The relationship between both Cerus and Baron is most definitely... interesting. The whole purpose of The Dragon Taming Trials was to tame dragons while trying not to get fried in the process. Cerus attempted to kill Baron multiple times. The young man and dragon had known they were bonded the second he stepped into the arena- as the shrieking of the large fire-breathing creature had turned to a language in which he could understand. Which only fueled Cerus's need to kill him. Yeah, thats not the healthiest is it? The pair eventually fought off, earning significant injuries on both sides of the battle- coming to terms with each other while Cerus accepted the fact that she was bonded to this man. Their relationship hasn't grown much as of now, they fight by each others sides in exchange of not being killed or eaten alive by one another. Baron can't say he trusts the female... but he's willing to try- if she is as well. Ilyana Verus [Past Situationship/Complicated] // 23 Years Old // Female // Esteemed Spouter [As far as he knows] // Assassin Yes. Her. Baron won't admit the lingering pain that came with the betrayal of this woman, she had wrecked him. Meeting during the competitions, these two didn't exactly see eye to eye in the beginning- Ilyana seeming to be caught up in her own head... which Baron took as stress at the time [Oh, how he should have known better.]. But within time and with the help of Baron's continuous teasing and witty banter, the two seemed to grow closer. It was apparent to everyone except Ilyana that Baron had taken a fancy to her. Helping her in training, practically saving her life multiple times [calling it even as she had saved his as well- as he hates to admit], and in the moments they were alone, sharing secrets and perspectives he didn't think he'd be able to share with anyone else... Baron was almost certain she felt the same. Until her betrayal. Everything they had built up felt as though it was washed away by the blood that had been spilled, and Baron's walls quickly were quickly built back up. ⊹˚₊‧───────────‧₊˚⊹ "You can't just touch my soul and fucking leave." . Other: Dragon: Name; Dalcerus [Cerus] Age; 183 Years Old Gender; Female Abilites; Water + Fire Manipulation/Breathing Height & Weight; 38 Feet Tall + 50 Tons, Slender/Lean Build Scales; A Dark, Shiny Black-Blue Color Key Details; Scissored Tail, Long- Winding Horns, 45 Foot Long Wing Span, Bat-Like Wings |
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Ilyana Sera Verus "You want a battle? I will give you a war." Name Pronunciation: IL-lee-awe-na SARA VER-us Name Meanings: Ilyana - "Sun" Sera - "Princess" Verus - Family Surname. Nicknames: Ily (Only used when she was younger) open to others Age: Physical - 21-23 Years Old True - 23 Years Old Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual/Monogamous Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral ⊹˚₊‧───────────‧₊˚⊹ "We do terrible things for the people we love" Kingdom: Born in The Kingdom of Tyris Currently hiding in The Kingdom of Dagon Occupation: None Esteemed Ability: Binary [Dual Abilitied] Spouter + Flicker (Does not know of this ability until later in story) Physical Appearance: Ilyana stands roughly 5 foot 6 inches, her body a slender build, her strength hidden below. Her physical appearance has affect to the powerhouse she has become, the warrior she trained and forced herself to build. Though she may be strong, her features help her blend in to the towns she must travel. Ilyana is a beautiful woman, locks of a deep oaky brown flow down her back in soft curls, settling just at the small of her back. Her eyes are two pools of brown, ones that seem like never ending tunnels that see through you. Her smile, that intoxicating smile that could light up a room, one that was contaigious to all around her. One that hasn't appeared in years.
Freckles softly kiss the bridge of her nose and cheeks, soft and faint though pop when she blushes or burns.
Though hidden away from her beauty is the ugly memories of her journey. Small and faint scars litter her hands and arms from her playful battles as a child and learning. Now larger marks hide behind cloth. Her back is marked with thick scars, whips and knives from her capture leaving an everlasting reminder of her past and future. One main scar is the one that sits on her throat. One gained during her escape after accidentally killing the Queen. Personality: Smart ⋆ Skilled ⋆ Caring ⋆ Impulsive ⋆ Closed-Off Emotional ⋆ Protective ⋆ Reserved ⋆ Avoidant ⋆ Impatient ⋆ Strategic Thinker ⋆ Difficult ⊹˚₊‧───────────‧₊˚⊹ "She wasn't looking for a knight, she was looking for a sword." Fears/Phobias: Philophobia (Fear of Love) Anginophobia (Fear of Choking/Hanging) Backstory: Ilyana was born to a human mother and a father with abilities. Her father was a binary, a man with powerful abilities the kingdom saw useful. He was a Coterie and Bearing, using his skills mainly to listen in and find information for the royals. Ilyana was taken in at a young age when he mother passed due to illness, the royals using her for daily chores. Bringing meals, bath water, helping to tend to the stables. Any task she could find. She befriended Baron when they were children, her one and only friend when her father was busy. They both taught each others skill, growing a bond that was impossible to break... until the fatal day came. The day her father died. When his abilities began to falter due to age and health, he was framed for a false crime, hung to his death where his daughter saw from the windows of the castles. As she watched his lifeless corpse sway in the wind, a fire burned in her chest, a plan beginning on how to take her revenge. A plan that failed fatally. . "I wonder which will get you killed faster- your loyalty or your stubbornness " ⊹˚₊‧───────────‧₊˚⊹ "Pain shapes a woman into a warrior." |
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Baron Streiler The roar of an applause met the ears of the man before he even stepped out of the shadows. It was a cacophony of sound, a vibrant tapestry woven from the cheers and shouts of a crowd that had gathered to witness the ultimate test of skill, courage, and perhaps even fate. The third and final competition—an enchanted maze—had just come to a conclusion. Baron had reached first place by a longshot, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline of the chase, the thrill of narrowly evading the fire-breathing dragons that roamed the winding paths of the ivy-covered labyrinth. The memories of his screaming peers mingled with the roars of those magnificent beasts echoed in his mind, a haunting refrain that underscored the perilous nature of their trials. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder at the giant winged creature being dragged away to the aerie, his dragon. A sense of pride surged through him, an astonishing realization that he had not only survived but triumphed. Sure, he now bore the scars of his trials—each one a testament to the pain he had endured—but they were not enough to deter him from the thrill of victory. Baron’s eyes scanned the stands filled to the brim with the esteemed members of his kingdom—the power-gifted, the wealthy, those who had everything to lose or gain from the outcome of this competition. Their faces were alight with a mixture of awe and envy, and he felt a rush of satisfaction at the sight. As he made his way toward the two guards stationed near the sidelines, he couldn’t help but notice the slight limp in his stride, a reminder of the gash in his calf that was slowly seeping through the cloth of his trousers. Yet, the pain was a distant echo compared to the roaring applause that filled the air. The guards were hurrying to his side even before he could call out to them, their expressions a mix of concern and admiration. They quickly sent for the Mender, settling him down on a stone bench under the stands, where the echoes of celebration faded into a hushed murmur. An older woman arrived, her hands steady and sure as she assessed his wound. With a few whispered incantations, she moved her hand over his bloodied leg, and Baron watched in a mix of awe and disgust as his skin slowly stitched itself together, the magic of the Mender working its wonders. Oh, he was never going to get used to how that looked—the way flesh closed and healed, leaving behind only the faintest trace of the injury. The celebration of the surviving competitors was brief, a banquet of sorts held in honor of their accomplishments before they scattered to their respective homes, either staying late into the night in the capital or slowly making their way back to the palace to begin the process of packing away their memories of this grand event. Baron, now fully healed, had made quick work of his food, the feast of roasted meats and sweet cakes barely registering as he focused on one singular purpose. He needed to see her. Ilyana. The name danced in his mind, a sweet melody that filled him with warmth and longing. He’d promised to survive long enough to see her again—long enough to confess everything that weighed heavily on his heart. She had been on edge in the weeks leading up to the competition, a tension that lingered in the air like the storm clouds before a downpour. It was to be expected; many had perished in the trials, and the stakes had never been higher. But Baron had sworn to come back to her, to find her after everything was over. And he planned on doing just that. With urgency coursing through his veins, Baron couldn’t have made it to the palace any faster. The steed he rode matched the rhythm of his own racing heart as he slowed down, nearing the castle gates—gates that swung open at his approach, welcoming him home. The stablehand met him at the front entrance, taking the horse's reins with a practiced ease. Baron murmured a small thank you, slipping the boy a silver coin that seemed to burn in his hand before he squared his shoulders and strode briskly toward the front steps. Yet, the moment he stepped into the great hall, the world shifted. What awaited him was anything but what he had anticipated. His prideful grin was swiftly replaced by a grimace as the metallic smell of blood assaulted his senses, thick and cloying in the air. The great hall, usually bustling with life and laughter, was eerily silent. Nobody was around—nobody except for the horrific sight that gripped his heart. Baron’s head snapped to the large wooden door at the sound of shuffling behind it, a sense of dread creeping into his bones. His heart raced as he moved, hand instinctively reaching for the silver dagger strapped to his side, his instincts honed from years of training kicking in. With a swift motion, he pushed the door open, and horror struck him in the face. Blood. Death. The Queen. The King struggled to drag himself toward the lifeless form of his beloved, a stream of blood trailing behind him like a dark cloak of despair. Baron couldn’t breathe; the air felt thick and suffocating as he gasped for composure, staring in disbelief at the dagger protruding from the Queen’s chest, its hilt glistening in the dim light. Her eyes—those once warm, inviting eyes that sparkled with kindness—were now fogged over, devoid of life. The King wept, his body splayed over his spouse, a picture of anguish as blood leaked from his own leg, where he too had been stabbed. Tears streamed down Baron’s face as he fell to his knees, cradling the cold, pale skin of his adoptive mother's face. He tucked back the long blonde locks that had fallen across her brow, a gesture of love that contrasted sharply with the brutality of the scene. Who would do such a thing? Tyris’s beloved Queen, brutally murdered in the heart of their kingdom. Baron’s shoulders shook with emotion, his head falling into his hands—elbows propped against the cool stone floor of the empty room. A glint of silver caught his eye as he shifted, and he froze, lowering his hands to take in the sight of the dagger. The dagger… The weapon that shouldn’t look familiar in the slightest—its ornate hilt, the intricate designs etched into the metal. The realization hit him like a tidal wave, and a wave of pure rage engulfed him. His heart pounded in his chest, not from sorrow but from a seething anger that threatened to consume him. Betrayal. His hand clasped over the handle of the dagger, pulling it from his mother’s corpse in a swift, decisive motion—its blood-soaked blade glinting ominously in the light. As he stood, shaking with fury, he moved to the open window, dagger in hand, his gaze lifting to the horizon. The sun was setting, casting an orange hue over the kingdom he loved, and fury ignited in his eyes as he snarled his next words, a vow carved from the depths of his soul. “Mark my words, little dove. I will find you. Or I will die trying.” Baron woke up gasping for air, sweat trickling down his bare neck and chest as he shot up from the cot he lay in, the remnants of his nightmare still clinging to him like a shadow. His breath gradually slowed to a shaky rhythm, and he ran a trembling hand through his hair, seeking to dispel the lingering dread. What had begun as a celebration had turned into a twisted nightmare, one that haunted him even in sleep. “Sir,” came the deep, baritone voice of a guard poking their head into his tent, nearly making Baron jump out of his skin. His hooded gaze turned to the young, blonde man in the entryway, shooting him an exasperated look before nodding for him to continue. “Ehm—the men are stirring awake, the sun is peeking through the trees now,” the guard informed him, his tone respectful yet tinged with concern. There was a stretch of silence before Baron let out a small sigh, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He buttoned up his pants, pulling on a white undershirt before adding the light armor he had been wearing for the last few days of traveling. Finally, he pulled on his boots and nodded to the guard in the doorway to take down the tent as he stepped out into the crisp morning weather. The few soldiers that were awake assisted each other with taking down the camp they had set up in the forest the night before, offering him nods and murmured “good mornings, sir’s” as he passed. An hour or two later, the men were on their way once again to the Kingdom of Dagon, Baron leading the line of soldiers atop a sturdy grey stallion. The forest around them was alive with the sounds of morning, birds chirping and leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. Yet, Baron’s mind was elsewhere, lost in thought as a dark shadow overhead passed, drawing his gaze upward. Cerus, his dragon, soared a few miles above, her long, dark wings spread wide as her head scanned the land below. Good. The dragon would alert them of anything or anyone ahead, her keen instincts a source of reassurance that he desperately needed. But even with Cerus watching over them, Baron found that his thoughts drifted to Ilyana, the woman who had captured his heart and, in many ways, his very essence. It had been seven months since that fateful evening—the night of the competition that changed everything. Seven months and twenty-four days since he had last seen the woman he once thought he could have a future with, since he had last felt the warmth of her laughter wrapped around him like a comforting blanket. All he could see now was a haunting image — A girl, a woman, chained to the wall of what looked like a cell. The darkness of the cell closed in around her, tally marks etched into the stone walls, a record of time spent in captivity, and a cool, moist scent that filled the air. Baron’s eyes flew open, letting out a sharp breath as he shook his head, the image lingering in his mind like a ghost. What had this woman done to him? Why did she haunt his thoughts, even in his dreams? He had made a promise, and he would do whatever it took to keep it. |
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Ilyana Verus Day after day Ilyana had run her plan in her mind over and over, so much so that she felt as if she was going mad. A plan she was set on, an action that had to be taken, a life for a life. She had waited 2 years after her father’s death, building up her strength, learning everyone's moves and patterns, the plan forming in her mind like a violent storm over the ocean. Finally the perfect day had arrived, one where everyone would be so occupied and distracted, hopefully giving herself enough time to succeed and leave. But would it truly go that way? No. The complete opposite would take effect and cause her to spend the remainder of her life on the run, losing any home or safety she ever had. Losing the one true person she had left as well. To this day Ilyana could still smell the blood that streamed from the Queen’s chest, the phantom warmth of the crimson liquid running over her skin as a constant reminder of her sins. The sound of the Queen’s harsh gasp seemed to linger in her mind, hiding in the shadows and calling to her in any moments of rest or silence. Haunting her. There was nothing she could do except stay on the move, to hide herself away from the world and to escape to where she would never be found. That soon became just a dream, a reality that would never happen. Ilyana could not hide long, the whole vast Kingdoms had their gaze set to the lands, searching high and low, even the criminals and peasants were on the lookout, a heavy reward for whoever captured the assassin…dead or alive. She had tried her hardest, running until her feet burned and bled. She had left without any preparations, no food, no water, nothing except the clothes on her back. She kept strong for just shy of 6 months, forcing herself to stay strong and focused, hoping one day they would give up thinking she had perished in the woods. But that would never come. Her body grew weaker by the day until her once honed skills seemed to vanish, letting her training go to waste and her guard down to enjoy the cool water of a stream. She never knew someone had caught her trail until it was too late. A rope tossed over her neck as if she was cattle, laughter erupted from the trees. A group of men had finally found the elusive assassin and it was time to claim their reward. Of course it was not that simple, these men wanted fun, to watch her suffer in return for her crimes. So for the almost 10 miles back to a village in the Kingdom of Dagon, Ilyana was dragged with her noose by horseback. Rocks, sticks, everything scratched at her skin as she clawed for freedom, the rope just loose enough to not kill her. Her screams were silenced by the air that struggled to fill her lungs, her body growing weaker and weaker as her fingers began to bleed against the thick rope. Everything finally went black, the world around her fading for the remainder of her torture, her body shutting down to fight off the pain. Now almost two months later, the men had finally alerted the Kingdom of her capture. These low life men didn’t want to give her up so fast, that way she could not have a quick death. That would be too easy. “Today’s the day lass, your escorts are on the way” One man teased her through the small bars of the wooden doors, chuckling before smashing his fist against it, the sound echoing around Ilyana as she flinched. At this point Ilyana wished for the penalty that awaited her, hopefully a swift and painless death. A way to silence the thoughts and whispers that plagued her mind. The remainder of her time waiting for her escort back to the Kingdom she had betrayed felt like another eternity. The rhythmic pattern of water droplets seemed to count the seconds, one after another after another. Drip…Drip…Drip. Now this once strong and graceful woman seemed to be a lifeless shell against the wet stone floors, her body hidden in the shadows. Ilyana hadn’t even seemed to notice when the metal cell doors at the end of the hall squealed open, her mind counting the seconds of each water droplet. The approaching footsteps brought her mind too back to reality, her arms holding her knees tighter, her face turning more to the shadows. Anyone who knew the past Ilyana would have walked past this cell, for that woman was gone. Her sun kissed skin was now pale, her skin having been hidden from its rays for weeks. Her back was bare of cloth, her scarred skin on display as well as marks still trying to heal. A simple white cloth slip was all she had, the white more of a tan from the dirt and grime of the cell. Goosebumps dotted her skin with each passing ripple of breeze. “Here she is, be careful though, shes a feisty one. I know dogs that have better manners than her” A man said to his surrounding fellows as the metal click of the lock echoed, the door creaking open with a sharp pitch. Two of her capturers stepped in, Ilyana shifting her body away before their arms roughly grasped her and pulled her to her feet. She thrashed as much as she could though it was not much. Her legs were weak from the hours she had spent down there. “Get your hands off of me” She snapped, her voice hoarse, begging for water as she protested. She continued to struggle, hoping to give herself some advantage. But soon she had fallen silent, her tired, dead eyes widening in utter shock as she now stood in the dimly lit halls, her gaze meeting the one person she hoped to never see again. Baron. |
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