Fantasy Ashen OOC and CS Thread

[Selee-01]

Hello! Here’s the OOC and CS thread for the Ashen dragon rider RP. Sorry for the delay!

Feel free to post your sheets here, discuss and interact.

First big question, do you guys want a Discord, or to keep things on RPNation?

 

[housegoat13]

Irena Halstead​

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Unlabeled

Age: 18

Personality: Irena is a fiery woman, steadfast in her values and unwavering in her goals. She’s determined in anything that may come, and often resorts to brute force if something won’t budge. Her loyalty to her peers and dragon is unmatched, and she will always put forth herself in times of need and swears to be a protector above all else.

Irena is spiteful in nature to those who cross her, and her temper is easy to set aflame. What self-control she has prevents her from inflicting harm on those who offend her and allows her to bite her tongue when she needs to. She’s reserved in most aspects of her personal life, and it requires a deep sense of trust before she’s willing to confide in someone.

Backstory: Irena was born on the outskirts of the city on September 18th, growing up as a daughter of a coal miner, life was difficult. Her parents were loving, but they were poverty-stricken. They could barely afford clothing, much less food. Anything that Irena could earn through odd jobs went to paying off overwhelming debt. When the girl was 11, the mines collapsed over her father, burying him underneath the rubble. His body was unrecoverable; sadly, his family could never give him a proper burial.

Her mother was now without a husband and left to survive with her daughter on less than half of what was barely sustainable before. The woman quickly succumbed to depression and eventually committed suicide, two years later.

Irena was obligated now to fend for herself, and she soon took to the streets. She abandoned her town and discarded the lonely shack. At 14, she was caught by police for theft and was sent to become a dragon-rider.

Dragon name: Darius

Breed: Strikejaw

Coloration: Darius is light muddy brown with a cream underbelly. Golden square-like patterns surround his body, resembling stripes. His eyes are a soft amber, and his horns are a dark brown.

 

[housegoat13]

I personally would prefer a discord ^^

 

[Evarius]

Name: Lyra Graves
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Age: 17
Appearance:

Personality:
Lyra is a cunning individual who will see any situation and make it into an opportunity for herself and those she cares about. She’s an optimist almost to a fault. She will be the one to make rash decisions, but she is headstrong about what she wants.
She always tips high to servers and gives money to the homeless. If she knows one thing, it’s what it feels like to lose everything. She wants to help those who have experienced that as well. She tries to understand all sides of a story before making judgments, which sometimes gets in the way of making progress.




Backstory:
Lyra was born to a great dragon rider who was known throughout the kingdom. Her mother was a seamstress who occupied her time by making pretty dresses for her daughters and clothes for friends who asked. Lyra also has two younger twin sisters Juno and Mya. Her father's wealth was enough to let them live a comfortable life and have everything they needed. They even had some staff who helped maintain the house.
There would be months between her father's visits. That time was filled with sewing lessons from her mother and games of war in the grand gardens with the neighbor’s children. But when he did come, he came with great tales of dragons and battle. Lyra would hang on to every word, wondering what would happen next and dreaming of what it would be like to do it herself. On the contrary, Juno and Mya begged him to stop because it was too scary. Her father never finished the stories he told because her mother would barge in to tell him it wasn't right to tell stories of war to young girls. Lyra would get upset and beg for more, and he would always say next time.
That was until there was no next time. Lyra’s father died on the battlefield. Now Lyra and her family were left with little income. They lost the house and all the staff. They began living on the poorer side of the kingdom, relying on their mother's talent as an average seamstress to provide for them. Lyra was the oldest of three daughters and took it upon herself to figure a way out of poverty for her family. At first, she was devastated. Her father was her hero, everything she wished to be, and now he was gone. Ever since she was a little girl she dreamed of the life her father had and she was content not living that life because she had accepted her fate. Her mother was scared for her husband every day of her married life. She did not want her children near that business, not one bit. But now that they were poor, Lyra realized this might be the one opportunity to reach her dreams. She convinced her mother that this was the only way. If she became a dragon rider then it would lift them out of poverty and maybe, just maybe, they’d once again be able to live in the house they called home all those years ago.

Dragon name: Nidhogg
Breed: Whisperling
Coloration: A sort of dirty emerald green.

Personality: Nidhogg is a quiet dragon, and because of his smaller size, he can fly ahead to spy on enemies without much notice. Although he is usually the smallest of the group he can be pretty feisty with those who think that they can bully him. Just like his rider, he is young and does not have much experience in the field of war, but he has shown himself to be quite smart. He is a jumpy dragon; do not sneak up on him or you will be eaten.

 

[Evarius]

I would also prefer a discord

 

[noil]

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Name: Aigo Laiyne
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Height: 5'10"

Personality: Individualistic and pragmatic. He learned from a young age that no one was going to look out or solve his problems for him, and so has come to rely on no one but himself. Hand in hand with that, he tends to gather responsibilities to himself like a squirrel keeping a winter stockpile.

Serious and literal. Aigo favors straightforward communication and struggles to handle unexpected change. He thrives on predictable outcomes and can become quickly frustrated when improvisation or changes to the plan become necessary. Detail-oriented.

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Backstory

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Born to a large and ever-growing family on the outskirts of a mediocre port city, Aigo was immersed in the trade of his parents as early as he learned to stand. Though not outright neglectful, their relationship was more contractual than parental. A family of infamous cheapskates, they viewed family members as free labor with which to grow their dyeworks business. The temperament of the numerous siblings tended toward fierce competitiveness, as they all vied for their parents' attention by outperforming each other.

In this kind of insular microcosm of life, Aigo first became aware of the dragon riders as his older siblings would tell tales of the Ashen. Naught much more than fun bedtime stories to them, to Aigo they were like a promise of something bigger waiting out there. They filled his child's mind with yearning for the fantastical adventure that was spun into the thread of the words that lulled him to sleep each night. When he learned one day that the riders were seeking to bolster their numbers, he wasted no time in cutting loose from his old life and setting out for what he was sure would mean a new life of glory.

He learned quickly the life of an Ashen was not the lighthearted frolic through the skies he'd been dreaming of. Reality was blood, sweat, and losses. Far from being discouraged, though, Aigo rose to the challenge. He found himself more suited to the calling than what he had been headed toward before, and he found that he could admired the savage mind of the dragons. Initially draw to the freedom the speed and agility of a Whisperling offered, to his disappointment it was a Venator which he was assigned to and which responded to his claim. He has since learned to admire the ferocity and power of the large dragon, and would take no other if faced with the choice again.

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Dragon

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Name: Umbraxis
Breed: Venator
Coloration: From a distance she appears as a full black dragon, but up close or under bright lighting she shows varying tones of grey and a deep-muted brown that brightens to subtle red shading around her eyes and on her wing membranes.

Personality:
Quick tempered and singleminded, Umbraxis is a particularly volatile member of her breed. However instead of being quick to act or brash, she prefers to hang back and analyze a situation before moving to act. Once she does decide what to do, however, she springs into motion without hesitation. She is fiercely protective of those around her and equally stubborn in the face of any kind of opposition, adding up to a distinct lack in any sort of self-preservation instincts.

Umbraxis finds humans to be entertaining, frivoloous creatures. She has found she prefers their company to that of her fellow dragons, as she feels their small frailness juxtaposed with their dogged determination is something in which to be found inspiration. Plus she finds being surrounded by snacks with egos to be quite entertaining.

 

[noil]

discord or on site doesn't matter either way to me

 

[RoninN7]

Name: Namira Rhywin
Age: 19
Sexuality: Bisexual
Gender: Female

Spoiler: Appearance

Personality: Ever the adventurous one, Namira is always the first to dive head-first into any situation that is presented to her, often recklessly and fearlessly. Being so young, she is yet to learn the consequences of her actions, or the problems with being so reckless, and she's not eager to learn any time soon. She is incredibly committed to her training and her duties and loves spending all of her time fighting and practicing with her peers. Namira seldom takes no for an answer and is very keen on always trying to prove people who doubt her wrong. Part of her is excited about the incoming threats and the possibility of finally engaging in real-world combat, but she is more afraid on the inside than she ever lets on. She enjoys spending time with her friends and those she holds close to her and loves partying whenever she gets the chance. Namira does have another side to her: one that is angry and vicious in ways few would expect upon first meeting her, which often catches people by surprise.

Being so green, Namira fails to take most things seriously, but she does understand the power of the dragons and has great respect for them. Namira is quite a sarcastic girl and loves quipping at people, even when it's probably best for her to keep silent. She often gets involved in situations where she has no business being involved, but it somehow seems to work out for her. Her father liked to say that her strong heart and force of will are what have kept her safe all these years because without them she would have probably ended up killed long ago. Namira seems to have very strong convictions and will stop at nothing to achieve her goals, but she is compassionate toward those around her. Whenever Namira enters a room, everyone notices, whether because they turn to look at her or because they hear her loudly chattering away with whoever she finds first and puts in the fortunate (or maybe unfortunate) position of entertaining the girl when she's feeling social, which is almost always. Finally, the girl is quite flirtatious whenever she finds someone that interests her, or whenever she feels bored and is quite fond of using this to her advantage whenever it strikes her fancy.


Backstory: Namira was born to a relatively middle-lower-class family. She was the last of three sisters and, unfortunately, never got to meet her mother because she died due to complications with Namira's pregnancy. Despite this situation, Namira's father, Markus, was always there supporting his daughters and working as hard as he could to make sure they had everything they needed. From an early age, Namira was the most boisterous and adventurous of the bunch, and she'd often get herself in trouble because of it. Be it sneaking into other people's properties just for the thrill of it or taking a few items from a bakery and outrunning the authorities, Namira has done it all. Markus would reprimand her often, citing just how dangerous it was for her to be acting the way she did, but she never listened to him. Thanks to her antics, Markus would not go hungry on nights when he needed to feed his daughters instead himself, and he always felt a silent pride and love for Namira's crazy adventures.

When Namira turned seven, she saw her family for the last time. Just as she always did, Namira went out early hunting for some food or money to take, when she spotted a rather large bag of coins inside an estate with an open door. Even though in hindsight, it was clearly baiting her, Namira snuck through the fencing and easily slipped into the house to grab her prize. Before she could even get her hands on it, her entire world went black. She awoke in a cage deep underground and looked around to find many other children in cages similar to hers. Unbeknownst to her, she had fallen into the clutches of The Silver Dusk, and her life would change forever. The Silver Dusk was a powerful underground organization that specialized in human trafficking and contraband goods. They would kidnap children ages one through eight and mold their minds to be subservient to them. After that, the organization would train them physically to make excellent fighters and spies of them so they could be used when they got older. Those who failed to make it through training would serve different purposes, but those who did went on to be part of their army. The Silver Dusk's army would serve two main purposes: acquiring contraband and being sold.

Those who reached adulthood would become the organization's primary scouts that would delve into the Blasted North to acquire items and rare minerals to then sell in Arioch for an extremely high price. Others would be sold to wealthy men and women as protection or to serve whatever combat/subterfuge-related purpose they wanted them to serve. The Silver Dusk had taken a particular interest in Namira because of her antics and saw a lot of potential in her to become one of their soldiers. Over the next few months, Namira and the other kids would be beaten, starved, and kept in complete darkness for days at a time until they all finally "broke" and were ready to be trained. Namira was able to make many friends but quickly found their numbers dwindling as many were taken to serve different purposes when the organization realized they wouldn't cut it as fighters. Even though Namira wasn't the biggest or the strongest, her speed, agility, and reflexes made her one of the organization's most prized prospects during the training process.

Her training included hazardous obstacle courses, physical training, small missions to steal from or spy on people, and lots of constant fighting. Every week there would be a small tournament where the prospects (roughly 11-12 years old at that point) would be sectioned into small groups and fight it out and the winners of said tournaments would go on to participate in an organization-wide bracket once a year to determine the strongest among them. Namira would always win her own small tournament but would fall short somewhere between the top four and top eight in the big bracket. It was in these tournaments that an incredibly vicious and violent side of Namira was born as she would often fight to the point of nearly killing her opponents and, even when she lost, they'd be left scared permanently. Over her final two years in the organization, it became clear to them that they couldn't break Namira's adventurous spirit so they instead chose to exploit it. Everything would be turned into a game or a new adventure for her in order to motivate her and further develop her skills, and it worked.

The new methodology worked and Namira's training reached a whole new level when everything turned into a game. She even managed to win her last tournament within the organization finally and was on her way to being sent to the Blasted North. Before she could be assigned, however, The Silver Dusk heard of a new wave of Ashen being recruited, which represented a massive opportunity for them to produce a member of the next generation of dragon riders. The organization itself had caught wind of the rumblings up North as many of their own had been lost mysteriously in recent times. Deciding that it would be best to combat this new threat and build a good reputation with the Prince by providing a strong Ashen for him. As such, Namira was sold to the legions to become a part of this new generation of dragon riders. At the young age of 14, Namira's life would be forever changed once more. This time, however, she would have a true adventure to embark on, which deeply excited her.

It wasn't long before Namira was taken along with many other recruits to find their very own dragon to bond with. The bonding process was troubling, as many of the beasts weren't so keen on the humans that approached them and it showed in various different ways. It was tough for Namira to ignore all of the chaos going on around her, but she kept a one-track mind and looked around at the dragons that resided in the pit. It was then that she spotted a jet-black dragon rampaging across with an air of unease and desperation. Something about this dragon told Namira that it wanted to be out of there and fly off wherever the wind would carry her. As the dragon torched some nearby fencing in the pit, Namira approached it and lightly tapped its tail. When the dragon turned, ready to incinerate whoever dared to touch it, it paused. Namira and the dragon locked eyes and it was then that she could feel the beast's emotions and desires. Namira could tell that this dragon was just like her and they just stared into each other's eyes for close to an hour before finally connecting fully. With a little hesitation, Namira slowly mounted the female dragon, which she'd named Raxirra, and the beast roared to life before launching into the air.

The ride was more than Namira expected, as she almost fell off but managed to grab onto Rax's tail. Her endless cheering and sheer awe despite the precarious position she found herself in endeared the creature to her. They shared a lot of similarities and they could both feel it. It's been years since then, and Namira has trained tirelessly along with the surviving recruits to master the art of dragon-riding and prepare for the upcoming conflict. Rax and Namira have developed a nearly inseparable bond thanks to their mutual understanding that neither is the master of the other and that they are both free to act as they please; they just choose to be together and act as a unit most of the time. Even through all that Namira's been through and all her excitement, there is much fear in her heart which she refuses to share with anyone other than Rax. Still, the future ahead promises lots of adventure as it does lots of bloodshed and pain, which is perfect for the pair of loud and insatiable beings.

Dragon name: Raxirra "Rax"
Breed: Scourgewing
Coloration: Rax is mostly jet black in color, but has a few bright red and orange hues in the form of colored streaks across her head, as well as a dull, grey tribal-looking spike pattern on the bottom side of her wings.

Spoiler: More or less appearance

Personality: Rax is a very feisty dragon that follows her instincts above all else. She only ever listens to reason and ignores her instincts whenever she's around Namira, who's managed to reach an understanding with Rax. Her instincts are brutal and explosive, which makes Rax a vicious dragon with a burning desire to destroy and consume. One of the easiest ways to keep Rax in check is to give her a proverbial punching bag to exhaust herself on, which Namira figured out quickly. She's a curious dragon that will always explore anything that seems new to her and never backs down from an adventure, much like her young rider. If any dragon learned to speak, Rax would be the first. She's such a verbal and "outspoken" dragon that everyone around her will always know exactly how she's feeling. Despite her destructive and untamed nature, Rax is incredibly protective of Namira, seeing her as the only human to truly understand and connect with her on an emotional level, and she will burn and rip apart whatever stands in her way to protect her rider. As protective as she is, however, she's still a dragon and will sometimes even ignore Namira depending on the situation and just go along with her baser instincts as she usually does.

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Reggie was looking around, always keeping track of everything that was going on as he never wanted to lose control of the situation. This meant avoiding drinks, conversation, and even eye contact with people (not that they'd notice since he was wearing his goggles). After some time, maybe two, or three hours (Reggie lost count), a droid had called for everyone's attention, announcing Earl Lightfeather, the host of this event. Reggie looked upon where the man was standing; Arrogance in the flesh is what Reggie had once heard one of his co-workers call this man. The thought of this nickname was rather amusing to the boy, as he chuckled quietly, as to avoid any unnecessary attention being drawn to him.

Earl Lightfeather stood proudly in front of all of his guests and began giving his little speech. He was saying something about how his new mining project had had a couple of setbacks or something like that, and then his wife proceeded to joke about how interchangeable and expendable the proles were. This comment angered Reggie somewhat, and what was worse was how much the other Technocrats were laughing with it; even some Meritocrats like Reggie's boss were laughing along. At this point, Reggie had lost all interest in this man and simply looked back to his boss, who was leaning against the left wall of the place holding an expensive drink in his hand.

This was when it happened; just as Reggie opened his overcoat to cool down a little there was a bang. The explosion threw shrapnel around the room and nearly blinded Reggie, who was looking directly at the area of the explosion. Instinctively, Reggie poked his mechanical arms through the holes in his overcoat and got in a defensive position. It must be said, however, that this "defensive position" was more like Reggie clumsily going low and covering his head with his human arms while his mechanical arms pointed forward; not only that but he almost tripped while doing it. After a couple of seconds of holding this position and no damage being done to him, Reggie recovered and straightened himself out, looking around the room.

He looked back towards where his now-former boss was lying, almost torn apart by the explosion, That did not last long thought Reggie, referring to the amount of time he'd worked for this man. As the boy scanned the room, the noticed a dark figure standing where the Lightfeather couple stood moments earlier. This figure looked very dark, with a plague doctor mask and red goggles paired with black robes, bronze and steel armor, and two curious-looking gauntlets on its hands. Instantly, Reggie smiled; he was sure that this was the vigilante that people were talking about, the one who would murder these oppressive Technocrats, the one who would open a window for Reggie to get what he wants.

Quickly, the droid behind the figure attempted to attack it from behind, to which the figure quickly responded by going dodging and then scrapping the poor thing with claws that came from his gauntlets. The speed at which this shadow reacted was incredible to Reggie, who was never really an athletic person, hence the mechanical arms. The figure then picked up Earl Lightfether with little to no effort and looked at him. The figure then spoke: "Earl Arthur Lightfeather, I find you guilty of oppression, decadence, persecution, and gluttony. Your sentence, execution!". Almost immediately after saying this, the figure plunged its claws into the chest of the poor man, killing him instantly. This simply captivated Reggie, who now saw this vigilante as more of a justice-seeking executioner.

"Let this be a lesson to all of you who would oppress your fellow man" proclaimed the figure, before leaving through the use of a grappler. Reggie simply looked at the place where this figure had stood in complete and utter amazement; amazement at how someone could be so brave and capable as to oppose these wealthy men and women. The boy walked forward, towards his former boss' dead body, poking it with one of his mechanical arms to inspect it. Once Reggie confirmed that this man was indeed dead, he turned back to where Earl's body lay and approached silently amongst all of the chaos and confusion. He quickly stood around, pretending to care about the Technocrat's death, all the while his mechanical arms collected pieces from the ruined droid that lay on the ground.

Once Reggie collected enough pieces, he retracted his mechanical arms back into his overcoat and closed it on the front. Reggie carefully walked around the dead and injured people towards the exit; he was in no hurry, considering that most people would be too worried about their own safety or wouldn't care enough to stop him. Once Reggie made it to the exit, he walked out and turned, looking into this colossal chaos that had erupted. The boy silently chuckled and turned back, with the intention of returning to his rather modest home, knowing that, should this shadowy figure come again, it would most likely not hit Reggie since he was one of the "oppressed".

 

[housegoat13]

Seeing as we all have somewhat more leader-oriented and brave characters, is it alright if I replace my character sheet with someone who balances the team more?

 

[Selee-01]

Seeing as we all have somewhat more leader-oriented and brave characters, is it alright if I replace my character sheet with someone who balances the team more?

Absolutely!

Also, I’ll be making a discord fairly soon for us all.

 

[mysteryxio]

Name: Azera Marcel
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Age: 19
Appearance:

Face claim: Benjamin Eidem

Personality: Azera is very much a playful person and performer. He can often be found with others whether it is playing a sport of some kind or a telling jokes or standing on a table in a tavern enchanting the crowd with his voice. He’s the type of person who’s always ready for fun. He even taught himself street magic and acrobatics as a way of drawing people to him, though he did find a teacher in both to help refine his talents. He’s also a shameless flirt preferring to go after the shy ones or the ones who get embarrassed when he hits on them and though he’s not opposed to having a long term relationship he moves around so much it’s hard for him to find something.

Azera is always watching. Always observing. Always looking for the exits in a building and what he could use to fight with. He isn’t a long term strategist, but knows the best way to accomplish his goal and can adapt to any changes needed. He can sometimes have trouble reading others, not fully aware of when to drop a conversation. He also doesn’t fully trust others and never really shares how he actually is. He only lets himself be fully relaxed with his partner.

Backstory: Azera was born into a farming village but ran away at seven. When a troupe of performers passed through he wanted to join them especially since his home life was not only boring but often he was left to fend for himself as his parents had too many kids to deal with. He sometimes wonders if they even noticed he was gone. He followed the troupe copying and figuring out how they did certain acts as a way to pay for food or singing for coins in the street. Eventually the troupe took notice of him when they constantly saw him in different places and offered him the chance to join, teaching him better ways of performing. He also learned how to steal and pickpocket from wealthier clients as one of the performers, a woman who’d become like sister to him had traveled. Eventually though someone figured out the connections between the thefts and the troupe and Azera was taken away to be sentenced in the capital.

Along the way the caravan had suffered an attack from wild animals. Azera was the only surviving prisoner as he outmaneuvered the beasts and took several of them down. Even though he had saved the lives of some of the guards he was still sent to jail. After hearing the testimony from the guards he saved and seeing a demonstration of his skill, he was offered the chance to become a dragon rider. This was five years ago.

Dragon name: Craven
Breed: Scourgewing
Coloration: Muted greens and browns of varying shades. Up close some of the scales are silver and copper but you’d only notice that if you were standing directly next to him.

Personality: Craven is a proud dragon and often believes that fighting is the best way to prove oneself even if he hasn’t even seen battle yet. He enjoys being praised or when Azera sings to him. He’s the type of dragon that doesn’t believe in going easy on others. He has a soft spot for younger dragons and children. He does recognize and respect the strength of others.

 

[Selee-01]

Join the Ashen RP Discord Server!

Check out the Ashen RP community on Discord - hang out with 1 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.

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Here’s the discord, ladies and gentlemen!

 

[mysteryxio]

So when do we start