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Freida Aldorsdottir
Nickname/Title-name: The Lazy Archer

23 Years old, born May 10th
Female 5'5", 145 lbs.
Freida tends to be laid back, to the point that she tends to be misunderstood as uncaring. However, there isn't anyone better when it comes to having your back, in a fight, or out of one. Freida is a big eater, despite her size, and can best even some of the heaviest drinkers on the island.
She has a penchant for vengeance when pranked, and is known to nap with her Snow Wraith when bored or having nothing else to do. Even being mid-flight isn't enough to stop her from taking a quick nap, but she does enough work around the island that no one really complains.
Preferring to use a bow over a sword or axe, Frieda and her Snow Wraith, Atrel, use their speed in the air to hunt game and to run off any predators from the island's sheep and other pasture animals without fear of reprisal. While accurate with her weapon of choice, she still hasn't quite gotten the hang of hitting moving targets while on Atrel; unless the target is moving in a straight line, Freida only hits 1 out of every 2-3 shots, something she grumbles about constantly. She carries a sword with her in case she is forced into close quarters.

Background
Freida was born to your typical Viking family, and most of her early years are quite boring to talk about, or so she'll tell you.
In truth, her early years, up until she was around 13 were indeed not much to write home about. Aside from it being obvious early on that she wasn't going to be the biggest adult ever, and her having a penchant for archery early on, Freida's childhood was lacking in the interesting event department.
It wasn't till she hit her 14th year that things finally took a more interesting turn. It was the middle of winter, and she was out gathering firewood, as the wind and snow had died down to near nothing the past two days. Her parents were busy with other things, so Frieda had gone out on her own, which was nothing unusual anymore. While she was looking for a tree that was dead enough and not too tall for someone her size to cut down and bring home, she tripped and fell over something that was blending in with the snow. Grumbling to herself as she stood up and patted the snow off herself, she turned to check kick whatever rock she tripped over only to stop herself mid kick. It was an egg. White as snow, and surrounded by 2 or 3 other eggs that had been cracked open from the outside. Frieda looked around in a panic, wondering if she stumbled upon the remains of somethings meal, only to hear a roar off in the distance, and then a crash of trees. Luckily, whatever it was, it was getting farther and farther away. Not wanting to stick around, Freida started to head back home when she heard a small sound. Crack, crickle, crack.
The egg had begun to hatch! Freida turned, grabbed the egg without thinking, and ran back home. She knew that whatever it was, wouldn't survive more than a few minutes before succumbing to cold.

After getting home and making sure it hatched properly, Freida named the dragon Atrel, and the two shortly became best friends, growing up together.
Freida had her hands full early on with Atrel, as the dragon was cocky, prideful, and full of energy. An incident with a Greathorn youngling when Atrel was 5 years old curbed his pride a bit, and completely got rid of his cocky side, while also leaving a small tear in his wing as a reminder.


Atrel

Atrel is just as laid back as Frieda is, which is slightly odd for a Snow Wraith. Sometimes Atrel will shake Frieda awake mid flight out of jealousy, and a bit of spite, since he isn't able to nap while flying. The Snow Wraith prefers sleeping outside in the cooler air, but will sometimes sleep inside during the coldest days of winter. Atrel tends to take detours when coming back from running off a wolf pack; he enjoys flying, and Frieda doesn't mind or watching the scenery go by - or enjoying a nap - when Atrel decides to take one of his detours.

Atrel has a small chip in his left wing from getting cocky when he was younger. He got too close to a cornered Greathorn youngling, and had a bite taken out of it. It's not big enough to cause issues while flying, but it is large enough to be a reminder. The encounter is part of why he became more laid back as he got older, as the hit to his pride calmed him down.​

 

[SavannahSmiles]

Leif Vidarsson

# Rider of the Light Fury

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[HuffyLee]

May make minor edits, but I'm pretty sure all characters are complete

• Thrain, The Skrill Rider
• Cracklejaw (Skrill)
• Gyda, The Goregutter Rider
• Bullgrunt (Goregutter)

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  Thrain Slodisson

  The Thunder Titan

  27

  Male

  Pansexual

  Dragon: Cracklejaw

  Born Jan.18th

  6'6"

  Black Hair + Eyes

  LIKES & DISLIKES

  Likes:
  -Thunderstorms, story telling, cooking, combat, dares, drinking, dancing, tatoos
  Dislikes:
  - Children, Fish, Cowards, snobs, ropes, boats
  
  

  MISC

  
  Includes: Weapons, Armor, modifications, and Rite of Passage
  
  Weapons:
  - Atgeir and a long sword, both forged with silver to conduct electricity. The handles are each lined with leather to protect his hands.
  - A sheild, carved with lightning and cloud markings for decoration
  
  Armor:
  -The style changes regularly, but whatever he wears must be made of rubber or leather to help him avoid being shocked by cracklejaw's thunder. It's less about what he'd like to wear and more about what his dragon tolerates. When he has free range, he prefers to wear something that exposes his top half in order to show off his tatoos.
  
  
  Daily Outfits:
  
  
  Modifications:
  -Tatoos across his upper body, particularly on his back and arms
  -An eye patch, to cover the empty socket of an eye he lost to an accident long ago
  -Peircings. None on his ear, but two on his chest, one on his left eyebrow, and others
  
  Rite of Passage:
  Thrain was beyond excited to begin his rite of passage. His father had been lecturing him for years on how important and difficult such a task would be, and how it might be wiser to wait and train, but nothing Slod said could damper Thrain's restless spirit. Though he wasn't one for books, he spent a good while studying the different dragons until he knew exactly what he wanted to go after. He wanted to tame a monstrous nightmare.
  
  On the day of his fifteenth birthday, he was up bright and early, packed with a sack of sheep meat, since he simply couldn't stand the smell of fish. Monstrous Nightmares steal sheep all the time, so surely one would take the bait. He packed some eels too, just in case he didn't have enough sheep. It was a rather stormy day, so he wore leather gloves to help him grip the slick cliffs.
  
  He climbed for hours, nearly falling to what could have been his death several times. Once he had made it up, we went to work searching for a Monstrous nightmare. It took him many hours before he could even find tracks of one, but he followed those tracks to the dragon itself. It was difficult due to the rain, but there it was, walking through a small grove. He made his way into one of the trees on the path ahead of the beast, hoping to jump down and subdue it.
  
  He managed to stick the landing, but the angered nightmare flew off high above the clouds with Thrain on his back, taking him out to the edge of the sea and dropping him. The boy's whole life flashed before his eyes as he fell, believing he would not make it home. Just as he had surrendered himself to death, his fall was interrupted by a thunderous boom and a thud. He kept his eyes squeezed, shut, nervous of what he would see when he looked. After a moment of hesitance, he felt his hair rise and opened his eyes in surprise.
  
  He had landed on the head of a Skrill, who was knocked unconscious by the impact. They both spiraled down towards the shallow waters of the rocky shore. As they crashed, the skrill took the brunt of the fall, getting severe abrasions along its chest from the jagged stones. He stumbled onto shore, plopping down onto the sand for a moment to collect himself, mostly unhurt besides a sprained ankle and abrasions. Before he had long to settle, he realized that he had to get the dragon out of the water before it drowned. He managed to pull it onto the dry sand, but it was too heavy to pull further onto land. Thrain decided to cut down a few trees and use them as rollers to move the dragon. It was dark by the time he managed to get the skrill into the safety of the woods.
  
  He utilized the time it was asleep to bandage its wounds and set up camp. He was a bit bored for a while, and let his curiosity get the best of him. He slowly inspected the slumbering dragon, tracing over its scales, noticing as it leaned into his touch as he traced it chin. He gave it a good scratch, chuckling as it reacted happily, even in sleep. Satisfied with his inspection, he sat down. All that was left to do now that he was set up, was to wait. He waited and waited, until he fell asleep too.
  
  The next morning, he woke leisurely. He yawned and stretched, smiling as the sun showed down through the trees. His slow morning was interrupted when he realized his pillow was moving! He jumped back and created a bit of distance between him and the skrill, but she didn't seem to mind his presence. She could have hurt him if she wanted, even in her mildly injured state. Recognizing that, Thrain edge closer, fishing out an eel from his sack to offer her. She seemed quite grateful, scarfing down anything he sent her way.
  
  The problem came when he tried to touch her. As he approached to change her bandages, she gave him a good shock. He was persistent though, trying many times to distract her and get to the bandages. An entire day later, he grew angry with her stubbornness and yelled, "I'm just trying to help you, you bloated bag of bile! You'll get an infection!" As if she understood him, she leaned to the side and exposed her wounds, allowing him to finally change the bandages.
  
  She slowly became more comfortable in his presence as she healed, allowing him to rest against her each night. Each day, he talked to her, pet her, and fed her to pass the time. In the last few days of the week she spent healing, she'd even be so comfortable to nudge into him as if asking for affection.
  
  Before long, she was healthy enough to fly, but had gotten somewhat attached to him, likely appreciative of Thrain saving her life and caring for her. She willingly let him mount her, and they flew back to the clan as partners.
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  PERSONALITY

  Myers Briggs: ESTJ-A
  Favorite color: Purple
  Favorite food: Warm sourdough bread with a little butter
  Favorite Hobbies: Dragon racing, baking, writing, story telling, and cooking
  
  Since he was young, his father has always made his expectations exceptionally clear. Thrain has been trained since day one to be strong, feirce, and unmovable, but never enough. He has followed in his father's footsteps, training for battles, though they may never come.
  
  He prides himself on his self-control and dependability. He has taken a lot of time to understand himself in order to manage his own emotions, controlling them before they control him. He has done so for the sole purpose of making himself more reliable for those he loves. He was raised primarily by his mother to follow in the ways of a gentleman, learning manners and virtue before brute force and anger. Even so, just as everyone else, he is prone to moments of weakness. Though it is rare for him to reach his true boiling point, Thrain responds to severe stress with fits of rage, blinded in the moment by his surge of emotions that have been bottle up until that point.
  
  Physically, Thrain is a large and intimidating thing, brooding, cold, not to be trifled with; but more honestly, He's just a boy in a man's body. He silently craves a life free of responsibility and instead filled with cooking, and stories, and dragons, and adventure; anything and everything he ever dreamed. In the life of his dreams, he chooses his responsibilities rather than have them laid out for him. He wants the opportunity to make mistakes, but in this life, in this time, he maintains strict self-discipline.
  
  Sometimes, he lives vicariously through his sister, Gyda, who is much less restricted and less afraid to express herself. He adores her and her energy, always happy to share in her thrilling antics. As the oldest, he makes half the trouble but takes twice the consequences.
  
  There are very few guilty pleasures Thrain will indulge in besides his sister's goof-off gigs, but by far his favorites are dares and wagers. The risk involved is too enticing to resist. While he is usually level-headed, that all goes to the wind when someone says "I dare you." It earned him a number of scars, but he never learned his lesson. Even well into his twenties, he still has a childish inability to resist a dare or bet.
  
  Vices:
  -Temperamental: He's quick to get angry, particularly if he feels that his integrity or ability is being questioned, or if he feels he or someone he loves is threatened.
  -Prideful: He greatly values his reputation, which also makes him very susceptible to peer pressure.
  -Recklessness: He means well, but has a lot less brains than brawn and often goes into situations without any sort of plan.
  
  Virtues:
  -Determined: He is very good at setting goals for himself to gradually accomplish his aspirations over time. No matter how long he must train or how many times he must fail, he will reach his goals.
  -Passionate: Thrain is all or nothing in every aspect of his life. He doesn't often divide his attention and gives everything he does his very best effort.
  -Loyal: Once he has chosen his friends, he sticks by them, regardless of what comes their way.
  
  
  

  BIOGRAPHY

  Mother: Birma Friddottir, Tailor, alive and well
  Father: Slod Garthsson, Warrior, Alive and incapacitated from past injuries
  Sister: Gyda Slodisdottir, younger, tailor/dragon gear crasftwoman/dragon rider, alive and well
  
  Thrain hails from a long line of strong and intelligent individuals, though they dont have much to their name besides reputation. The men in his family are distinguished for being particularly large, hence the nicknames "titan," each weighing in around three hundred pounds and standing at least above 6'4". His grandfather was Garth "The Hammered Titan," earned from his battle hammer and dexterity at the tavern. His father was Slodis "The Treacherous Titan," earned by having never lost a battle... until his last one four years ago... and now, the newest of the line, is Thrain "The Thunderous Titan," earned by taming an elusive skrill and by having a ground trembling battle cry.
  
  His whole life he's felt like he's been living under such large shadows, having no idea how to live up to the contributions of his forefathers. Half of his identity revolves around the fact that his dragon is a skrill, which happened by an extreme coincidence and not of his own strength. He struggles with the thought that he will never achieve something worthwhile like those before him. So, he works hard each and every day, helping however he can with whatever he can.
  
  Many days, though, he is at home helping his mother, who works as a clan tailor. When he was a lad, he loved helping her with her work and has since become quite skilled at fashioning new outfits. He even threw together leather armor to help him resist Cracklejaw's thunder during their flights, though Gyda had to help him perfect it. He learned many things while spending time with his mom. She was always patient with him and taught him to appreciate himself despite any mistakes. His father, however, always talks about how great Thrain will be, only fueling his insecurity regarding his own achievements, and making him feel like he could never do enough.
  
  As an older brother, though, he felt a lot of personal responsibility for his sister. She'd often goof around as a kid, often needing mild rescuing from some mess of her own making. He'd always be there, ready to do damage control for her antics. He teased her relentlessly for all her mishaps, but loved her endlessly. He'd do anything for her, and one day, he even sacrificed his eye for her. She was wandering around the clan, dazing off and forgetting about her surroundings with Thrain just a few steps behind, calling after her. She had no idea how close she had gotten to an archery range, nor did she hear Thrain's yelling as a stray arrow was suddenly sent her way. He managed to push her out of the line of fire, only to take the hit himself. Luckily for him, it was a poorly shot arrow and didn't penetrate into his skull.
  
  He was beyond angry and rightfully so. It took over a month before he was willing to speak to her again, and since then, she's listened a lot better and been much more aware of her surroundings.
  
  

  
  
  "There are some things you can only learn in a storm."
  

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  Dragon Application.
  
  Basics.
  Name: Cracklejaw
  Nicknames: Princess, Dirt-bag-Diva
  Age: 19
  Gender: Female
  Species/Class: Strike Class- Skrill
  Dragon Rider: Thrain
  
  Appearance.
  Description: Cracklejaw stands at about 5'11" on two legs, slightly smaller than the average skrill. What she lacks in height, she makes up for in bulk. She weighs in at 1,963, almost two hundred pounds heavier than average. Her wingspan, stretching 41 feet, carries her body at lightning speeds. lastly she has her length, coming in at about 23 feet.
  
  On the upper part of the right side of her chest, just above her armpit, there is a notable missing patch of scales. This was the damaged patch from Thrain's rite of passage, which never quite healed right, despite her rider's best efforts. Under her wings, she has striped, purple patterns that distinguish her from other skrill. There are a few minor tears at the ends of each wing, but nothing that would inhibit her flying. Her eyes are a foggy white, with no visible pupils, as is standard for skrill. What differentiates her eyes from others are that they have a yellowish tint.
  
  Persona.
  
  Likes:
  -Storms, Pranks, Stories, being brushed or polished
  
  Dislikes:
  -Large bodies of water, Children of any kind, Boats, Dirt
  
  Strengths:
  Speed, Intelligence, and strength
  
  Weaknesses:
  Water, Metal, Poison
  
  Fears:
  -The sea, particularly falling into it- She is unable to channel electricity or breathe fire in water. She finds it frightening to be so vulnerable.
  -Having her wings clipped or bound- She is deathly afraid of losing her flight, which is the very essence of her freedom.
  -Losing Thrain- Like most other dragons, she's mortified at the thought of losing her rider, and even more afraid of it being her own fault.
  
  
  Personality:
  She's very much a diva, spending lots of her free time cleaning her scales and tail. She refuses to let Thrain put any kind of equipment on her if she doesn't find it pretty enough. She's even gone so far as to not allow Thrain to mount her if she doesn't like his outfit. He's spent wayyy too many days in his mother's shop having Gyda make new outfits to accommodate to Cracklejaw preferences.
  
  Just like her rider, its her way or the highway. In circumstances where she doesn't get what she wants, she throws tantrums, letting out annoying whines and rubbing up on whoever it is she wants something from. They usually don't last long, as Thrain either gives in or scolds her.
  
  Despite her Prima Dona antics, her physical appearance is far less important to her than Thrain's safety. She's very intelligent and can understand that there's a time and place to be picky. She is very empathetic and has an easy time reading Thrain's emotions.
  
  When she's not busy being sassy or cleaning herself, she can be quite playful, and sometimes even cuddly. But affection is done very much on her terms. Thrain has learned that she prefers to approach people in her own time rather than be approached.
  
  Relationships:
  Cracklejaw very much prefers her rider to other humans and often gives a light shock to anyone who tries to touch her without her expressed permission. When people ask to pet her, Thrain always says "Ask her, not me." The only true exception to this is Thrain's sister. Since the day he brought Cracklejaw home, she has seemed to prefer Gyda's company to Thrain. Gyda always jokes that "It's a woman thing," which may make sense since Gyda enjoys pampering Crackle, but Thrain refuses to.
  
  Typically Cracklejaw is wary of louder and more energetic people. She hates unpredictability and likes knowing what to expect from the people and dragons around her. She usually has no problem with anyone who respects her boundaries and allows her to socialize in her own time. Once she becomes comfortable with a human, she'll often come up and nudge them, asking for a scratch.
  
  Once she's out of her shell, she can become quite playful. She's figured out simple games like hide and seek and tag, loving to play them with dragons and humans alike. Once she's truly attached to a person or dragon, she will try to groom them, pulling things out of their hair and scales as a gesture of good will.
  
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  Gyda Slodidottir

  The Ardent

  24

  Fem

  Bisexual

  Dragon: Bullgrunt

  Born Nov.25th

  5'7"

  Dark Brown Hair + Eyes

  LIKES & DISLIKES

  Likes:
  -Playing Music, dancing, snacks, campfires, cozy blankets, colors, pampering dragons
  
  Dislikes:
  -Sour foods, staring, cliffs, cooking, passive aggressiveness, cloth gloves
  
  

  MISC

  Includes: Weapons, armor, modifications, and rite of passage
  
  Weapons:
  -A small dagger strapped to her though, a hammer-axe, and a shield with rock like engravings on it
  
  Armor:
  Design by Dragonkingeevee
  
  
  Daily Outfits:
  
  
  Modifications:
  - Six ear piercings on each ear, a white strand of hair that can't seem to go away, a large scratch on her left cheek, and a septum piercing
  
  Rite of Passage:
  Gyda was always far less daring than Thrain, and had less motivation to achieve the sorts of feats he did. As such, the idea of going toe to toe with a dragon was daunting, and she’d rather stick to the eggs.
  
  She wasn’t ready for her rite of passage on her fifteenth birthday, unlike Thrain. She had to be coaxed into it. The fear of failure kept her from attempting at all until she was just past her sixteenth birthday. One day, though, in the cool of spring, after being pestered for months by her family, she gave in and attempted her first rite of passage. As she expected, it didn’t end well. She was chased off before she could ever climb the cliffside. She had stumbled across the nest of an agitated sand wraith who ran her off the beach.
  
  Feeling defeated by her first failure, it took her two years before she was willing to try again. Eventually, she became jealous of her brother’s partnership with hsi dragon and badly wanted to have a partner of her own. A week after her 18th birthday, she packed a few small necessities, her cloak, her lyre and headed out.
  
  After successfully scaling the cliffs, she plopped down on the course rock to catch her breath. There didn’t seem to be many beasts where she had sat, but the distant screech of dragons promised a successful effort elsewhere. She quickly grabbed her bag and started her trek further onto the rocky cliffside. She stuck to the walls, dodging behind rocks and hiding near walls, hoping to be undetected. There were few nests, and none were abandoned, all guarded by keen eyed parents.
  
  One nest caught her eye; that of a deadly nadder. Luckily, it seemed like the eggs were alone. She seized the opportunity to try and snatch an egg. Cautiously, she approached, having no idea she was being watched by two angry eyes. Just as sh got close enough to reach for an egg, the nadder arrived, come to protect her eggs. Gyda scrambled back, using her bag as a shield as the nadder flung it’s spikes towards her.
  
  She did her best to flee, dodging over and under rocks, weaving her way across the cliffs, doing what she could to get away. She found a rock to dive behind and realised that it had gotten awfully quiet and that the weight of her bag was missing from her shoulders. The nadder had been scared off, but by what, she had no idea.
  
  She peeked out from around the rock, but couldn’t spot her bag anywhere, or more importantly, her lyre. Before she could even start to look, there was a strum sound behind her. A large set of eyes were focused downward on the little lyre, claws poking at it.
  
  “Stop!” Gyda shouted, quickly snatching the instrument. The Goregutter’s head cocked back in surprise, seemingly taken off guard by Gyda’s command. She was frozen solid, realising how big the dragon was she had just yelled at and how close it had gotten. They were both still, staring at each other in curiosity and awe.
  
  The dragon was the first to move, poking towards her lyre, but was halted by something. It seemed uncomfortable and stopped somehow from coming closer. Upon further inspection, she found that a large portion of its tail had been trapped in the aftermath of a landslide of some sort.
  
  There was a small tunnel that appeared to lead to where his tail may be caught, and Gyda decided to see if she could help. It was a lot of work to squeeze into the hole, but she managed to fit, finding the squished tail at the end of the tunnel. She took out the hammer from her tool belt and began to smash away the rocks that trapped the Dragon. Before long, he was free, and quickly pulled his tail out of the crevice.
  
  Gyda climbed out, expecting the dragon to have run off now that it’s no longer tethered by the large rocks. Much to her surprise, he was laying down at the entrance of the tunnel to greet her upon her return. He grunted as if to say “hello,” nudging his face gently towards her. She couldn’t help but smile, knowing she just met her partner.
  
  After a short while and loads of fish, Bullgrunt allowed Gyda to ride him. She returned home soaking wet, thanks to bullgrunt getting hungry mid-flight and taking a quick dive for a scaled snack, but she didn't mind a bit.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  PERSONALITY

  Myers Briggs Type: ENFP-T
  Favorite Color: Blue
  Favorite Food: Strawberries
  Favorite Hobbies: Music, Dancing, Dragon Riding, leather crafting, inventing/improving gear and armor
  
  Growing up she had the biggest imagination, always roping other kids into her crazy games, whisking them away into whatever world of madness she had thought up this time. As she got older, she channelled that creativity into hobbies such as composing, playing the lyre, crafting dragon gear, and so much more. There was never a shortage of inspiration for Gyda, though many of her songs detail her brother’s stories. He may be a big burly brute looking man, but he has just as many crazy ideas as she does.
  
  She loves her big brother dearly, and often drags him off to any social gathering she pleases as her personal guard dog, not that Bullgrunt the 18k pound dragon isn't a sufficient protector. Gyda is often the first to hear about social events, usually because she helps put them together. She absolutely loves basking in the presence of people, experiencing so many different backgrounds and opinions all at once. There’s nothing more refreshing for Gyda than a lively gathering.
  
  But even the most social people need their time alone… or time mostly alone. She is most afraid of being abandoned, and as such, usually keeps herself in the company of others, especially Bullgrunt and Thrain.
  
  She is a very expressive person and often loves to show her appreciation and affection through small gifts and favours. Perhaps your saddle needed to be repaired or your satchel wasn't big enough. Whatever it is, Gyda is always happy to help and works hard to make herself useful, living by the phrase “If we don't feel wanted, we make ourselves needed.”
  
  Vices:
  -Emotionally led: Though her emotions in and of themselves are not vices, she allows them to have much more control over her than is safe. She can easily be blinded by her feelings and not see the bigger picture or greater good.
  -Focus and priorities: she often jumps from task to task, doing whatever suits her fancy rather than seeing one project all the way through. She's terrible with deadlines and struggles with procrastination. Her motivation is more like bursts of energy rather than any consistent progress.
  -Mindset: she struggles to maintain motivation to complete any given task after a few failures. Even one failure has the capacity to make her question her self-worth, and so she constantly reminds herself of her motto, "When we dont feel wanted, we make ourselves needed."
  
  Virtues:
  -Humble: She adapts well to others and has an easy time going with the flow. She is willing to put her personal preferences aside for the betterment of the group. She would give up an opportunity of she felt someone else wants or needs it more.
  -Inventive: She's very talented at creating alternative solutions and tricks to achieve her goal. She enjoys problem solving.
  -Kind: She is patient and sweet to any she meets, willing to make friends with just about anyone.
  
  

  BIOGRAPHY

  Mother: Birma Friddottir, Tailor, alive and well
  Father: Slodis Garthsson, Warrior/dragon rider, Alive and incapacitated from past injuries
  Brother: Thrain Slodisson, Warrior/dragon rider, Alive and well
  
  As the youngest daughter of her family, Gyda has had the privilege of an older brother to lead the way. Thrain was like her guide in life for the longest time. He helped her navigate life in the clan, work in the tailor shop, and the many demands of their father. Since most of Slodis’ aspirations for his successor were fulfilled by Thrain, Gyda had a lot more freedom to express herself as she saw fit.
  
  Much of her time as a child was spent exploring and playing, experiencing her creativity at it’s fullest potential, uninhibited by the demands of her father. She was pretty clumsy, earning minor scars throughout her childish endeavours, but nothing as substantial as her brother’s lost eye. He was always there to protect her from those sorts of things, always taking the fall, both literally and figuratively.
  
  In her teen years, she discovered a love for music and craftsmanship. She spent endless hours learning skills from her mother, then taking those skills and interpreting them into new techniques. She became a skilled dragon gear maker, designing countless saddles and satchels to suit the ever growing variety of dragons in the clan. Her designs range widely in size, capability, and purpose.
  
  In her free time, she’s developed a skill for performance, learning many instruments such as drums, tambourines, and her most treasured lyre, gifted to her by her brother for her seventeenth birthday.
  
  She loves it like it was made of diamonds, as it is a reminder of her bond with her brother and her never ending creativity.
  
  

  
  
  "When we don't feel wanted, we make ourselves needed."
  

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  Dragon Application.
  
  Basics.
  Name: Bullgrunt
  Nicknames: Sugar and Bull-bug
  Age: 24
  Gender: Male
  Species/Class: Boulder Class- Crimson Goregutter
  Dragon Rider: Gyda
  
  Appearance.
  Description: Bullgrunt, being one of the larger species of dragons, weighs in at around 18,000 lbs. His wings span out to 25 feet wide on each wing, and he's 30 feet long. He stands at a staggering 16 feet on four legs.
  
  Jagged stone-like scales decorate his spine and wings, though they are few and far between. His rough skin is a mix of grey, blue, purple, and of course crimson all splotched along his sides to form a unique pattern. His large moose antlers are big enough to be a bed for most vikings.
  
  Persona.
  Likes:
  Food, socializing, children, bathes, and bread (though it makes him gassy)
  
  Dislikes:
  Vegitables, soap in his eye, bows, being poked, and getting his teeth brushed
  
  Strengths: Physical strength thanks to his size, intelligence, and Defense
  
  Weaknesses: Speed, Poison, lightning
  
  Fears: Hurting people, Bugs, corn, thorns
  
  Personality:
  Despite his intimidating size, Bullgrunt is a massive sweetheart. He enjoys company and cuddles a lot more than competitions or combat. He’s not much of a thrill seeker and prefers relaxing to any of Gyda’s adventures. That being said, he’d follow her everywhere, even if it makes him mildly uncomfortable and inconvenienced. He doesn't mind at all basking in his rider’s company, though he finds his own ways to tease her about her excitable nature and forgetfulness. He can be a bit sassy from time to time, if only to pick on Gyda. He loves her dearly, but sometimes he feels like he’s her trainer rather than the other way around.
  
  He’s a very patient beast and is willing to tolerate just about anybody so long as they have no ill intent. He doesn’t mind socialising, but tends to keep to himself and allows others to do the approaching. Less work for him, after all.
  
  Relationships:
  He is anything but hostile, gladly tolerating riders, especially if they come bearing gifts of chin scratches and food. Similarly, he doesn’t mind dragons, though he is wary of cocky adults, dragon and human alike.
  
  Assuming those around him are no obvious threat to his rider, he can be quite playful, attempting to prance around with other social dragons, though he knows he must be careful due to his size. He enjoys playing fetch, hide and seek (though he usually is the hiding place), and tag (even knowing he has to be base most of the time)
  
  It’s fairly easy to earn Bullgrunt’s trust, and doing so is rewarding. He is a very protective individual, and not just towards his own rider, but towards all riders. He enjoys watching over those in his company and often offers his horns as a sturdy hammock. He adores cuddle time with people and dragons, and isn’t too picky about who keeps him company, though he favours quieter individuals who won’t accidentally disturb his piece.
  

 

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Eir

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• About Me:
  
  
  Full Name : Eir
  
  Nickname : Eir the Unknown
  
  Age : 25
  
  Sexuality/Gendery : Bicurious/Female.
  
  Dragon : Scuttleclaw
  
  
• Personality:
  
  
  
  Height: 5'8
  Hair: Long, black, and curly.
  Eyes: Light brown, half of her right eye is golden.
  Scars: One over her right eye, and a few thin long ones along both arms.
  Modifications: Ear piercings, eyebrow piercings, a tattoo across her side.
  Distinguishing Features: Beauty mark under her left eye, curly black hair, and sectoral heterochromia.
  Style: Eir wears a medium length turtleneck black dress with a fur wrapped around her shoulders, light grey cotton pants, a pair of fingerless gloves, and leather boots.
  
  Eir's weapon of choice is a simple set of steel daggers and a set of throwing daggers, and a bow and arrow for secondary.
  
  Dragon rider Armor: Eir's armor is made of light colored scales she bought off of other riders in town. It's quite a wild combination of scales, and it may look a little funky but due to her and her dragon usually being in the shadows, she wanted something light colored and easy to move in, but also strong enough to withstand flames and any blows coming her way.
  
  
  Likes: gardening, rainy days, animals, fruits, staying home, and music.
  
  Dislikes: drinking, the sea, aggressive behaviors, violence, and bugs.
  
  Fears:the ocean, snakes, and the dark.
  
  Vices : uncommunicative: Eir has a very hard time expressing feelings, and never knows what to say, so she just doesn't say a thing. Blunt: Eir will give you the truth and only the truth, refusing to beat around the bush even if it's harsh. Stubborn: Often described as an unmoving boulder for this reason, she won't do anything she doesn't want too. Short Tempered: Eir has a quick fuse, and is very easily angered.
  
  Virtues : Gentle: Eir does not like hurting anyone despite the rumors around town of her starting fights, and tends to be very gentle with every animal and dragon she comes into contact with. Caring: Eir does everything in her power to help anyone she can, going out of her way to care for her patients. Empathetic: Eir has a strong sense of empathy, and even though she can't express her emotions in a proper manner, or really at all, she's good at reading them, though her empathy tends to be more towards dragons and animals. High Confidence: Eir has always been confident in herself. She knows what she can and can't do, and never worries about what anyone says or thinks about her.
  
  
  Eir has never been one to enjoy the center of attention, hiding in the back of every social gathering or just flat out not attending due to her lack of social skill. She was never one to flatter others, and instead would face them with the cold hard truth, rather if they wanted it or not, which of course cause many issues for her growing up. She was outcasted, and spent her days tending to the medicinal herbs, and crops. Eir never really cared though. Why should she pretend to be someone she isn't? She wasn't going to entertain anyone. Her short-temper didn't help either, but she was pretty popular with the young women in town who didn't want suitors as she'd easily shut the person down for them (even if that ended in a brawl). She doesn't care much about what others think of her, and really just lives in her own world with no patience for others.
  
  Those who know her though, know how gentle and empathetic she truly is. She barely even can draw a bow against an animal, being too soft hearted to hurt innocent creatures. She just has little patience for other humans. She often makes small donations towards the poorer families, and does manual labor for the elderly without a complaint, and it's something she really enjoys doing. She loves doing selfless acts and expects absolutely nothing in return, and refuses anything they try to give her. She has a natural ability with medicine, and treats wounds of animals, humans, and even dragons, making her home always busy.
  
  Family: Erryn: Adoptive Mother.
  
  
  History.
  
  Eir didn't have a happy start. She was found by a young woman in the clan named Erryn on the isle at 4 years old, raggedy, hungry, and having no clue where she was or who she even was. Erryn rushed the young child to the clan, and spent weeks nursing her back to health. Erryn was a local doctor, and Eir found her comfort in helping others through her, earning her, her name. Naming her after the goddess of medicine, Eir spent all of her time assisting Erryn in the clinic, even learning basic medicine to assist dragons and other wildlife.
  
  Eir never took a last name to Erryn's dismay, finding it unfitting for her to take on a name when she was an outcast, and not born to the clan. Growing up was hard, the children picked on her for not being born within the clan, and she was often outcasted, causing her to grow up a complete lone wolf. Despite all of that, Erryn did all she could to make sure Eir had a happy upbringing and Eir appreciated her more then anything, and truly looks to her as a mother.
  
  At the age of 15, Erryn pushed her to try the rite of passage, she knew of Eir's passion and love for dragons, and she also believed in her capability to go through it unharmed. Eir, while hesitant, agreed and off she went to complete her official rite of passage. Her first was a fail immediately, as soon as she had climbed the top she had been immediately been returned to the bottom by a very annoyed Mudraker who did not enjoy that she had stepped on him. Her second try though, was her success. The cliffside was barren and cold, the pungent smell of fish filled the air to a nauseating amount, the young girl nearly hurling several times during her climb. Having done lots of physical activity and training for her rite of passage, the climb wasn't the hard part for her. She pulled herself over the cliff edge with a small huff and after a moment of catching her breath, stood up straight and surveyed the area. There was nothing in site, and it confused the girl, as many stories she heard were about people coming face to face with dragons as soon as they climbed the cliff. She hoisted the bag of fish over her shoulder again and started her walk into the dense forest in front of her. It didn't take long before she could just feel something, she could never describe the feeling she felt that day. It felt like hundreds of eyes were on her, watching her every move. Eir froze, hand moving over the bag on her back just in case something dashed for her. She heard a small rustle behind her and spun around, coming face to face with a grown Scuttleclaw. The Scuttleclaw stared her down, cat-like eyes staring into her own. Eir refused to back down despite her racing heart.
  
  "I am of no harm." She whispered softly. The Scuttleclaw just made a noise akin to a huff, before tilting her head back and letting out a screech. Before Eir could react 5 Scuttleclaw babies flew out of the bushes, pulling and tearing at the bag of fish on her back. Eir took a claw to the face in the chaos, thankfully missing her eye but cutting across the skin. Eir hissed in pain and let go of the bag, and the babies all flew off with their new catch. The grown Scuttleclaw grabbed the bag in her teeth and followed after her children, leaving Eir in agony on the ground of the forest. Eir laid there for what felt like hours, too much in shock to move, the pain not even fully settling in yet until she felt the blood run down her face. Eir crawled her way out of the forest, her legs feeling too much like jelly for her to be able to stand up properly. As she crawled she could feel the same unsettling feeling of eyes on her, and all she could do was pray none of them decided to follow her. As she made it to the edge of the cliff, she fell back and laid there, staring up the sky. She ripped off a piece of her dress, fastening it in the form of an eyepatch around her eye, stopping the bleeding until she could get home. The exhaustion hit her hard after, and she couldn't stop herself from slowly drifting off. Not the smartest idea, but all of her adrenaline was gone and she knew she could never make it down that mountain if she didn't.
  
  What was that? She felt something cold and wet on her cheek, and something, scaly? Nudging her cheek. Eir sat up immediately, letting out a small shriek, her eyes quickly landing on a small purple and blue Scuttleclaw sitting beside her. It looked exactly like one of the babies that had ambushed her earlier. The scuttlepaw leaped up at her shriek, quickly running off into the bushes. Though, she saw it's two big yellow eyes peering out at her curiously. She slowly stood up, hand moving to cover her injury. The thing hadn't tried to hurt her while she was unconscious, and by the way the bush was shaking, it seemed just as scared of her as she was as it. A half-eaten fish came flying from the bush soon after, landing at her feet. The scuttlepaw slowly crawled out of the bush, beckoning towards the fish. It hit Eir then, the dragon was apologizing. Eir hesitantly picked up the fish and pulled it up towards her mouth. The Scuttlepaw danced gleefully at this, tripping on its own legs and falling on its face in front of her. Eir tried to hide her disgust as she took the tiniest bite of the fish. Hiding back the bile rising in her throat, she offered the rest to the Scuttlepaw, who ate it quickly in one gulp. It was then Eir decided she had found her dragon. Except well, it chose her. The Scuttlepaw flew up suddenly, using its wing and shoving her onto it's back. Eir shrieked as the Scuttlepaw zipped through the sky, and she gripped it's neck, hiding her face in it's scales. She didn't know how such a small dragon could even carry her, but it didn't even break a sweat. Once the Scuttlepaw returned to the ground and calmed own it's excitement, Eir was able to officially take it down the mountain, completing her rite of passage.
  
  It was probably one of the more ridiculous rite of passage stories to be told in the clan.
  
  
  
  
  
• Background:
  
  
  Dragon Application.
  
  Name: Vyne
  Age: 11
  Gender: Male
  Species/Class: Scuttleclaw
  Dragon Rider: Eir
  
  Appearance.
  Description: Scuttlepaw is a normal standard coloring for a Scuttleclaw, light purple head and edge of his back, fading into a light blue on the rest of his body. His wings outlined purple, with blue swirl markings decorating the span. He stands about 20 feet, and his wingspan is 19 feet. His eyes are golden, and the pupils looking like that of a cat hunting it's prey.
  Gear: Vyne wears a bridle due to his mischievous nature, making it easier for him to be controlled, along with a leather riding saddle and bag hanging off of his side for her medicines.
  
  Persona.
  Likes: Fish, Pranks, Baby Dragons, Mud Baths, Diving.
  Dislikes: Loud Noises, Hot Weather, Fruits, Violence, Large Dragons.
  
  Strengths: Stealth. Scuttlepaw's are known to be stealthy, and often sneak up on their prey and then shriek to let others know of their prey, and Vyne is no exception. Vyne loves sneaking up on random villagers and other dragons, and tends to be very good at it. Speed. Vyne is very fast and very agile, and often leaves no time for people to react, and has a good reaction speed, maneuvering faster then Eir can even try and call out.
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  Mischeviousness: He tends to go overboard with his pranks sometimes, and tends to be way too playful for his own good, often getting him in trouble.
  Control of his abilities: Scuttlepaws due have the ability to shoot out their own fire, but Vyne has no sense of control over it despite all of his training, and can barely muster up any of the fire he needs to be able to use it.
  
  Fears:
  Not being able to save Eir. Being alone. Being cast away.
  
  
  Personality:
  Vyne is a puppy in a big dragon's body. He's very playful and loves playing games with the local children and dragon babies, and is often called a "therapy dragon" by Eir. He's compassionate and greets everyone with a sense of empathy not usually seen by a dragon of his type. Despite this though, Vyne is also a big prankster and a master of mischief. If your food goes missing from your dinner table, or your lawn ornament goes missing, he was mostly likely involved. He has a strong love for his rider, and is fiercely loyal. An enemy of hers is an enemy of his no matter what.
  
  Relationships: Vyne gets along with most everyone and every dragon, as long as they're on good standing with Eir.
  
  
  
  

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• 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚒, 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛
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  “Beyond the mist veil is an adventure. The world is out there, not in our books or scrolls!”​

  
  
  

  ⋆꙳•❅*‧ DRAGON RIDER APPLICATION ‧*❆ ₊⋆​

  
  ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ BASICS
  FULL NAME: Skidi Hamsson
  NICKNAME: Wildflower, Didi or Skids.
  TITLE: The Frost Huntress
  AGE: Twenty-Three (23)
  BIRTHDAY: November 22 (Sagittarius)
  GENDER: Female (She/Her/Hers)
  SEXUALITY: Biromantic Demisexual
  DRAGON: Frostbite — Woolly Howl
  
  ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ APPEARANCE
  HEIGHT: 4’11” or 125cm
  BUILD: Skidi is short and lean, enabling her to sneakily get around quickly. Her short stature makes her less noticeable and hard to spot from a distance. Her main weakness, though, is shelves. Her reach is easily limited, and she is often mistaken for a kid.
  HAIR: Healthy and lush ebony hair. She often braids her hair in two big braids that softly rest on her shoulder. It is unbelievably outgrown and falls to her waist when it’s not braided. She maintains her hair with great care and often experiments with different types of oil to help it grow and smell good.
  EYES: Her eyes are two pools of bright and liquid sapphire. Which sometimes blends well in the snow as she searches for her prey. She has siren eyes framed with thick and lush eyelashes.
  SCARS: Her right, dominant hands and arms have scars from the rite of passage.
  BODY MODS: Rite of passage tattoo that runs almost alongside her left hand and arms, almost mimicking the scars on her right hand. Her right ear lobe is pierced, and you would often see a silver string connected to a bear fang from the first predator she first killed.
  DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Her bright, striking blue eyes. Her mesmerising blue irises take centre stage when she meets someone new.
  STYLES: Everyday Outfit ⊹ Summer Outfit ⊹ Winter Outfit ⊹ Hunter Outfit
  She is rarely seen in dresses and would often be found wearing pants. Clad in an assortment of layers of clothing, she keeps herself covered all the time. In summer, she can be seen wearing a mask over her mouth and nose to prevent herself from inhaling too much pollen and receiving vicious sneezing attacks. During the harshest winters, she can be seen wearing lots of furs. She also has a separate hunting outfit that camouflages herself perfectly in the snow with white furs.
  
  ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ RIDER POSSESSIONS
  WEAPONS: Bow and Arrows ❆ A Pair of Throwing Axes
  A bow her mother gifted her when she earned the Rite of Passage mark. It is made of simple wood with the Graðungrs Clan’s symbol carved near the bow's handle. As for her arrows, she diligently crafts her own and often sells some to earn silver on the side.
  One of the throwing axes is a gift from her father, so she tends to give this one more attention than the other. Her other throwing axe was a commission she made from the village’s blacksmith. She wanted to have a pair of throwing axes, so she wanted to have a matching set. The real and original one would have a black leather hand grip, and the other would have a white one.
  RIDER SUIT: Woolly Howl Armor
  It has the exact layout as the picture but with white scales and black fur instead. Unlike the picture, Skidi will not carry the hook staff shown in the image.
  RITE OF PASSAGE:
  Skidi took her first trial on her eighteenth birthday. After three years of preparing for the trial, Skidi was ready to give it a shot. She packed herself enough food from her recent hunting endeavours. The climb up to the cliffs was particularly the hardest for Skidi; her short limbs limited her reach. While the rest of the Vikings sped past her, she was stuck last. This lit a fire in her, and she persevered despite what the others said. And then, this is where the actual test began. She headed straight to the woods to find some tracks, and it took Skidi the whole day to find the dragon she had been tracking. Since she can’t read and wasn’t able to identify the dragons by their title, she called the dragon she found “Spiky Tail Dragon.” (A Deadly Nadder)
  
  Her instinct screams at her to shoot, but her heart tells her not to let that arrow lose. And it was at that moment that she realised that she’d been training herself to kill, and that was against the Clan’s belief. She regretted not being able to read and cursed whoever took her father away. As she silently sulked, violet eyes studied her figure unbeknownst to her. She gently dropped her bow, and the purple eyes flicked with interest. That night, she made camp for herself and slept under a tree. And in the middle of the night, she is awoken by a dragon she calls “Fuzzy Dragon.” (Woolly Howl) The dragon’s purple eyes turned to slits the moment she motioned for her bow. Skidi realised this and quickly tossed her bow away.
  
  When she did, the dragon dove straight to the basket of meat, but without thumbs to open it, the dragon remained unable to open it. While the dragon was distracted, Skidi moved silently and carefully towards the dragon, quickly opened the basket, and let the dragon have a feast. Skidi watched as the dragon finished her meal. The two met eyes for quite some time, staying that way until dawn arrived. Due to her growling stomach, Skidi went on a hunting trip without wasting any second. The tiny rivers that run down from the mountain contain a few fish. Whenever she catches something from a rabbit or a fish, she throws it to the dragon that slowly follows her. That was until the two found themselves eating side by side. The dragon sat beside her, eyeing the cooked fish in her hand.
  
  Skidi couldn’t resist the look the dragon gave her and reluctantly gave her fish away. To break the awkward and gentle silence, she attempts to reach for the dragon with her hand and… Skidi grabs a fistful of the dragon’s hair and attempts to ride it. Surprised, the dragon shook violently, hoping to get the Viking off her back. With a massive stretch of her wings, Skidi held tight to the dragon’s sharp scales as her hand bled. As the dragon took to the skies, Skidi’s unwavering will to ride this dragon was so strong she held onto their black scales until her hand bled. When the dragon looked back at the bleeding Viking behind her back, it eased its flying patterns and landed softly on the ground.
  
  The young Viking’s right arm and hands have numerous injuries, and with a cry, she lifted herself off the dragon and to the steady ground. Skidi thought the dragon would fly away, but to her surprise, the dragon licked her arm with her purple tongue, and soft snow soon covered it. To this day, Skidi never understood what Frostbite saw in her or why she stayed, but she was grateful for the friend she made that day.
  
  ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ PERSONA
  LIKES:
  The frost and cold weather. ❆ Winter ❆ Winning and any sort of thrill a victory brings. ❆ Drama ❆ Long baths ❆ Proper hygiene ❆ Her dragon, Frostbite. ❆ Her mother’s cooking ❆ Scented oils and soaps. ❆ People who appreciate her. ❆ Playing games. ❆ Sunsets and the beauty of the skies.
  DISLIKES:
  Hot and tropical weather. ❆ Mud ❆ Flowers, because of pollen ❆ Someone touching her or her dragon without her permission ❆ Bullies ❆ Being pushed to marry or be more feminine. ❆ Having an unkempt hair. ❆ Going emptyhanded when she returns from hunting. ❆ Smelly people. ❆ Being forced to swim.
  FEARS:
  Someone stealing Frostbite. ❆ Learning about her actual parents. ❆ What’s behind the veil. ❆ Finding the truth about what happened to her adoptive father. ❆ Losing her only parent at the moment. ❆ Being completely alone.
  HOBBIES:
  Snowball fights ❆ Goofing off ❆ Practicing her accuracy at archery and axe throwing. ❆ Eating ❆ Hunting ❆ Stalking ❆ Exercising ❆ Competing at ANY competitions. Bonus points for winning.
  STRENGTHS:
  — PIN POINT ACCURACY: She has complete mastery of archery. Her aim is almost perfect as long as she stands steady on a steady ground. Her accuracy doesn’t only extend to archery but also to axe throwing. However, since she had Frostbite, she has diligently worked on her aim while riding her dragon. It was tougher to achieve, but Skidi does love overcoming a challenge.
  — STEALTH: With her short stature and less weight to manage, stealth and agility are her main assets. She strives to use her light feet, even more so when she’s out hunting. She’s always careful with her steps and prefers to be safe and away from any action that would put her in a dangerous situation.
  — SURVIVAL SMART: Even though she lacks proper education, she was taught the art of survival. She knows how to navigate herself when lost, where to find water, how to create fire and other necessities to survive in the wild.
  — BASIC FIRST AID: This isn’t her primary skill; her knowledge about applying essential first aid medicine is minimal. She knows how to stitch wounds and keep them safe until proper help has been acquired. That’s as far as she knows, and even then, a skill like that is still essential.
  WEAKNESSES:
  — FRAGILE BODY: Her body is her main weakness for someone short and petite. Her body is not built to handle too much pressure, and if she were tasked with lifting something heavy, she wouldn’t have the strength to carry that task. Her body is also easily prone to bruising. Her injury from her rite took a long time to heal. If more damage were done to her body, she might be prone to breaking or losing a limb.
  — LARGE BODIES OF WATER: She cannot swim; due to her past, she limits herself from going near any large bodies of water.
  — POLLEN: On the rare days when winter and snow did not touch the island, flowers would bloom, and it was around this time that Skidi dreaded. Skidi would often sneeze loudly and would be unwell most of the time. This is also part of why she prefers to hunt in winter or rain. Away from any pollen and away from alarming and startling her prey.
  — HAND TO HAND COMBAT: Skidi is the type to stay away from the fight and would instead provide support in the background. She can easily be overpowered with muscle. The quick jabs and swift hits would result in heavy bruises the next day.
  VICES:
  — UNEDUCATED: Skidi never learned how to write her name. She never learned how to read and has limited knowledge regarding the clan's history. She only remembers the important ones. And even then, she can only remember a few. She is more of a practical person than a theoretical person. Some kids in the village may find her to be quite odd and dumb because of this.
  — MISCHIEVOUS: Skidi loves a good little prank. Harmless pranks to those who may have wronged her, at least. She loves being annoying and insufferable to the people who deserve it and has been proven to be quite a menace when she wants to. Her mischievousness can also sometimes be mistaken as being playful.
  — GLUTTON: When Skidi is enjoying some good food, she wants to indulge herself as much as she wants, even becoming greedy and possessive over her food. Skidi loves food so much she is willing to make an enemy for it.
  VIRTUES:
  — DILIGENT: When Skidi wants to achieve something, she holds onto it with her bare hands. She will do anything to achieve her goal. She loves the victorious feeling of attaining her goal. She is a hard-working girl who loves a good challenge. She simply loves it when she has a goal she is working on, which could be working on either herself as a person or a skill she’s trying to hone.
  — KIND EXTROVERT: Outside of hunting, (where it is essential to keep silent) she becomes this little ball of energy around her home and the village. She can be seen around the town happily skipping and engaging in a joyous and loud conversation with anyone she can find. She simply wants to be part of the clan and be welcomed by them, so she tends to help anybody she can.
  — ADVENTUROUS: Like her adoptive father, every bone in her body yearns for one adventure of a lifetime. She longs to see what’s out there, to experience what’s out there. She would want to get out of this island more than anything and experience the rest of the world. At this point, she has the island memorised at the back of her hand. Even though it is pretty exhilarating to find a new cave, she wants an adventure beyond the veil. Beyond what she already knows.
  
  ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ BACKGROUND
  FAMILY:
  — ADOPTIVE FATHER: Forni Hamsson
  Dead ❆ Teacher ❆ Hunter ❆ Warrior
  Forni was one of the village’s educators. He taught young kids about history and primary education. When the time came for the warriors to gather more supplies for the isle, Forni was the first to volunteer; he equipped himself for one hell of an adventure. Forni was excitable and shared a common interest with Skidi for an adventure. He promised her numerous things, the things he would find, the landscape, and it filled her with wonder and excitement. But when the time came for him to come back, she was met with a huge loss, even more so for her adoptive mother. Without him, Skidi’s education was halted, making her less knowledgeable and educated than the other kids in the village.
  — ADOPTIVE MOTHER: Torunn Hamsson
  Alive ❆ Viking Healer
  Torunn was walking along the beach when she found a newborn mewling beneath a messy wreckage. Skidi was found in the arms of a deceased woman, and it was a gruesome sight to behold. Ever since that day, Skidi has belonged to the Hamsson family. The family has wished for a daughter for quite some time, and the gods heard their prayer and gifted them Skidi. A doting mother and a caring father met Skidi’s needs. When her husband was presumed dead, Torunn wasn’t the same as before; her grief for the loss of her soulmate changed her. Torunn was only educated in Viking medicine. She passed down some of this knowledge to her adoptive daughter to protect her in her adventurous endeavours.
  — COUSIN: Finnvid Hallison
  Alive ❆ Warrior ❆ Dragon Rider
  After his father kicked out him and his mother and sister, they sought the help of Torunn Hamsson, the sister of Asleif Hallisson. During these times, Finnvid and Skidi grew to be best friends. The two would often have each other’s back. They would still call each other cousins even if they were not blood-related.
  HISTORY:
  Her life before the shipwreck is entirely unknown. She can’t remember anything from this event. Skidi’s first memory was of the salty sea breeze and the annoying feeling of sand between her fat, baby fingers. A maiden’s beautiful sapphire eyes stared at her with love and compassion. Her earliest memory was of Torunn and her gentle, motherly touch. Even at a young age, she felt the love between her two adopted parents. Her adoptive parents hoped for a proper and gentle lady, but she had this unexpected wildness and energy. Her adopted father, Forni, suggested she should transfer that energy somewhere else, and she found exactly that in archery and throwing things, miniature axes, to be exact.
  
  Before Forni could teach Skidi how to read, he thought teaching his daughter some good survival skills was necessary. How to create fire, navigate when lost, purify water and the necessities to survive in the wild. “Wildflower, I have a feeling you will earn your place with the clan in your unique way. Maybe in your own wild way. These are the things you must learn to survive. Once you’ve mastered these, then you’ll be ready to hunt.” As time grew, so did Skidi.
  
  When Forni grew and mastered the fundamental laws of survivability. She moved on with hunting and how to track her prey. With the guidance of one of the Clan’s finest hunters, she became a formidable huntress. It was around this time when Skidi found out she was allergic to pollen, and it was also around this time when she found it far better to hunt in winter and snow. Which later earned her the title of the ‘Frost Huntress’.
  
  The final and most important lesson she had to learn from her father was how to write, read, and get a proper education. Unfortunately, she couldn’t learn the skill as he volunteered to be one of the few warriors to get supplies. He was one of the people as well who was proclaimed dead, but Skidi firmly believed that he was out there somewhere. She believed so much in her father’s survival skills that he would return to their family soon.
  
  As she was nearing age fifteen, she made a personal promise to herself to be prepared for the trial that would guarantee her peers’ approval. She trained and honed her skills as a huntress, and all the skills her father taught her became the only thing she could hold onto that reminded her of him. She feels closer to him whenever she hunts and helps the clan by providing and earning silver to sustain her and her mother. Speaking of her mother, she has tried to enlist Skidi in an education. Skidi simply runs away, off to the snowy woods where she feels more at home and less restrained. During these times, she valued practical and vital life skills more than any theoretical skills everyone forced her to have.
  
  When she was eighteen years of age, she finally took the trial for the first time. All her hard work and diligence paid off, earning her a Woolly Howl, whom she named Frostbite, a fitting name for a dragon of ice and frost.
  
  Today, she is known as the ‘Frost Huntress’. She became one of the few hunters who brought back food for the clan through the harshest and most vicious winters and blizzards. Her success rate at bringing back meat increased even more with acquiring herself a dragon—a dragon whose main advantage was blizzards and snow camouflage. Frostbite would ambush from above, and Skidi would take the finishing shot with accurate precision. Her strategy has worked well in winter. During warm days, however, it is a whole other story. During these days, she often stayed home and practised her archery and axe-throwing skills. As well as gathering supplies for her next hunt.
  
  

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  ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ BASICS
  NAME: Frostbite
  NICKNAME: Fuzz, Frosty and Snowflake.
  AGE: Twenty-seven (27)
  GENDER: Female (She/Her/Hers)
  SPECIES/CLASS: Woolly Howl — Strike Class
  DRAGON RIDER: Skidi Hamsson
  
  ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ APPEARANCE
  DESCRIPTION: Rough Idea
  Frostbite’s most noticeable feature is her pale white belly. Like all Woolly Howls, she has black scales on her back that look like fur. And when she sheds, she sheds these enormous chunks of scales and her tiny, white scales. A Woolly Howl’s wing structure is similar to a Skrill’s. Her eyes are bright violet. Her tongue and the insides of her mouth are also coloured purple.
  GEAR:Her saddle is made of dyed white leather and black furs for comfort and padding. Skidi got a discount because she provided the saddle-maker with the animal hides she needed to make the leather and the specific design she wanted.
  
  ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ PERSONA
  LIKES:
  Hunting ❆ Flying ❆ Snow ❆ Cuddles ❆ Ice ❆ The cold weather ❆ Attention and affection ❆ Eating ❆ Clear weather for flight ❆ Races. ❆ Eating ❆ Sleeping.
  DISLIKES:
  Warm weather ❆ Tight Rooms/Caves ❆ No affection or attention. ❆ Rotten fish. ❆ Strangers ❆ Strong or ugly scents. ❆ Spice. ❆ Being hungry
  FEARS:
  Dying. ❆ Her wings being broken, and not being able to fly. ❆ Being trapped. ❆ Losing her rider or, worse yet, being unable to save her. ❆ Her rider hurting herself and getting herself into trouble. ❆ Her rider being “bored” of her or replacing her.
  STRENGTHS:
  — STRONG AND FAST FLIER: As a dragon part of the Strike Class, Frostbite is a strong and fast flier. She strives perfectly well in flying through snowstorms and blizzards. Her wings can take tight turns and outmaneuver a few other dragons. When Frostbite sometimes flies fast, its tail produces a whistling sound.
  — ACCURATE ICE SHOTS: Another strength of a member of the Strike Class is their accuracy. Frostbite is capable of blowing accurate ice shots. Their icy breath can produce an ice blast with hail and snowy explosiveness.
  — PERFECT SNOW COVERAGE: Her underbelly lets her camouflage well with the clouds, even more so in snowy weather. Alongside her perfect snow coverage, she is pretty resistant to snow and ice.
  WEAKNESSES:
  — EXTREME TROPICAL/HOT WEATHER: Frostbite’s main weakness is heat. In hot weather, this dragon may become weaker and be more of a vulnerable target for some.
  — NATURAL DRAGON WEAKNESSES: Frostbite is just like any dragons. With this, their most common weakness is eels and other toxins, such as the toxic pollen of blue oleanders.
  PERSONALITY: She is the calmest and most nonchalant dragon any Viking would ever meet. She’s calm and less energetic than her rider. But when it would be just the two, Frostbite is the most cuddly and clingy dragon. She loves getting head pats and chin scratches and doesn’t mind some kisses and hugs. When she’s uncomfortable and especially threatened, her eyes turn into slits, and when she sees something that interests her, her eyes turn into full moon. Underneath the dragon’s chill side is an absolute sweetheart who craves love.
  Frostbite is an intelligent dragon. Since she is from the strike class, intelligence runs well in her blood. Frostbite’s strongest suit is emotional and logical intelligence. Frostbite can solve simple puzzles and also sense when Skidi is in need of a hug.
  
  ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ RELATIONSHIPS
  Others say Skidi’s dragon is more intelligent than her, and honestly, that rumour is very true. Frostbite is not friendly, and she's neither a hostile dragon. Frostbite simply doesn’t care or mind other dragons. Vikings, on the other hand, is a whole other story. She tends to get apprehensive if she finds you a stranger, so it would be best to keep your distance when meeting her the first time. And when she warms up to you, she simply will become unbothered by you. She secretly will love the attention you’re able to give her.
  
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  ╰┈➤ “Honour is the measure of all men.”
  
  

  ─── ⋆⋅ DRAGON RIDER APPLICATION ⋅⋆ ──​

  
  ╰┈➤ BASICS
  FULL NAME: Finnvid Hallison
  NICKNAME: Finn
  TITLE: The Bladeborn
  AGE: Twenty-Six (26)
  BIRTHDAY: March 27 (Aries)
  GENDER: Male (He/Him/His)
  SEXUALITY: Biromantic Bisexual
  DRAGON: Thornwhip — Deadly Nadder
  
  
  ╰┈➤ APPEARANCE
  HEIGHT: 6’4” or 193cm
  BUILD: Tall and muscular. His body is sculpted to perfection due to his hard work and constant physical training. His shoulders and arms are the most sculpted, and his waistline is toned and small, accentuating his excellent physique.
  HAIR: Sandy blonde hair. It frames his face well with a lot more hair on top. He has a leather headband wrapped around his head to keep his hair from blocking his vision. His hair is soft and wavy, and he likes to keep it short. He also keeps a short braid at the base of his neck.
  EYES: His eyes are cerulean blue, like two pools of refreshing water freshly thawed in the winter. His eyes are framed with dark brown eyelashes that all women envy. His dark brown eyebrows can often be seen relaxed and unbothered.
  SCARS: He has multiple cuts around his body, resulting from his sword training.
  BODY MODS: Rite of passage tattoo on the right side of his beck that curls upwards behind his ear. The fact that the tattoo is close to his throat symbolises how Finn is a spoken poet and how he would always speak the truth. And the curls up behind his ear and near his temple to pay tribute to his intellectual mind that earned him Thornwhip.
  He also has a shoulder tattoo that stretches around below his nape and around his collarbone. After successfully establishing a new home for himself and his mother, he wanted to celebrate this by getting a tattoo, symbolising family and hard work. He also has an entire arm sleeve tattoo.
  DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: His face is filled with cute freckles. He also has a small birthmark on his wrist. But his freckles would be way too noticeable when you first meet him.
  STYLES: Everyday Outfit ⊹ Summer Outfit ⊹ Winter Outfit
  His everyday outfit often consists of beige, green, and black fabrics with leather belts, shoulder pads, and boots. He also wears fur around his shoulders to keep warm in the island’s chilly air. He likes wearing sleeveless shirts for his summer outfit, but when summer is too gruelling, he will be topless with only his black pants and leather boots. He also has a winter outfit.
  
  ╰┈➤ RIDER POSSESSIONS
  WEAPONS: Sword, Peacekeeper
  This sword is the only weapon he uses for combat. He’s proficient with any sword, but it’s his choice to keep using Peacekeeper. He feels more comfortable knowing he is paying tribute to his late grandfather by maintaining his sword. To this day, Finn loves taking care of this item and has recently commissioned the blacksmith to make a new sheath for the blade.
  RIDER SUIT: Deadly Nadder Armour
  It has the same layout as the image provided, except it is more suited for a masculine figure, with dark brown, beige and emerald hues.
  RITE OF PASSAGE: Finnvid made two attempts to complete his rite of passage. His first attempt was when he was fifteen years old. Since he was young, he was expected to fail. When he attempted to train a Gronckle, its tail almost crushed him to death. He underestimated the dragon, which almost cost him his life. The overseers had to interfere because of this. The travel back was embarrassing for Finn, and he promised never to feel like that again.
  
  He studied hard for the rest of the year and became highly knowledgeable about dragons. He would spend his time reading all the books and scrolls about dragons, their strengths and weaknesses. So, when he took his second attempt, he would be more than prepared to tackle and train his new dragon. His shame and embarrassment from his previous effort were enough to fuel his resolve as he quickly climbed up the cliff. With the early morning sky, he was one of the first few people to climb up. Another Viking struggled to lift himself, and Finn gladly helped him.
  
  After helping a few, he went straight to tracking and kept a close eye on the ground. His mission was to get himself a specific dragon; during his studies, he found the dragon to be his favourite. A dragon with a blindspot will make it easier to train. When he saw the tracks he wanted to follow, he quickly followed them. At the end of the track was a beautiful brown Deadly Nadder, weirdly looking at its reflection on the running waters.
  
  He softly let go of the bucket of chicken he brought with him. That motion alerted the dragon. The Nadder checked the noise, and Finn stood perfectly on its blindspot. When he was near enough, he quickly scratched his chin. The dragon seemed to like it so much that it rested on the ground, its spikes preened downwards. While he scratched the dragon’s chin, he opened his bucket of chicken and fed it one by one to the spoiled Nadder.
  
  After the dragon was fed entirely, Finn quickly reached for the Nadder’s nose, but the dragon seemed to jerk awake in reality, and its once downward spines were now standing upright. Noticing that the Viking didn’t carry his weapon, the dragon felt at ease. The dragon’s emerald eyes darted at the empty bucket, its faint scent of chicken still present.
  
  “Let me take care of you, please.” His last attempt to ease the dragon seemed to work. His gentle voice got to him because as he reached for the dragon, the Nadder reached back at him. Finn assumed he did that to smell the chicken one last time, but unbeknownst to him, the dragon, now known as Thornwhip, became Finn's friend for life.
  
  ╰┈➤ PERSONA
  LIKES:
  Peacekeeper, his grandfather’s sword. ⊹ Deadly Nadders, specifically his dragon, Thornwhip. ⊹ Flowers and other flower-scented things. ⊹ Books or scrolls. ⊹ Maces and Talons (chess version of HTTYD, introduced in Race to the Edge.) ⊹ Flying, especially if it’s a sunrise or a sunset. ⊹ Dragon training. ⊹ Cooking/Baking. ⊹ Doing or helping with his mother’s chores. ⊹ Spring, Autumn, and Summer. ⊹ Being recognised for his good deeds. ⊹ Poems. ⊹ Hot baths. ⊹ Swimming. ⊹ His guilty pleasure is reading romance books.
  DISLIKES:
  Violence, especially if it’s unreasonable. ⊹ Bullies. ⊹ His father. ⊹ Winter. ⊹ Rain. ⊹ Snobby people. ⊹ Not being able to see anything in the distance. ⊹ Arrogance. ⊹ Rudeness. ⊹ Liars. ⊹ People who don’t wash their hands. ⊹ Snarky comments. ⊹ Losing at something, especially regarding maces and talons and sword sparring. ⊹ Cleaning dragon poop. ⊹ Clutters.
  FEARS:
  Losing his dragon. ⊹ His father dragging the family name for good. ⊹ Not living up to his grandfather’s expectations and the Hallison’s blade and name. ⊹ Becoming like his father. ⊹ Losing his clan and family. ⊹ Being banished or shunned. ⊹ Being not perfect enough. ⊹ His mother leaving him. ⊹ Being alone.
  HOBBIES:
  Reading. ⊹ Writing. ⊹ Drawing/Sketching. ⊹ Playing the Flute. ⊹ Wood-carving. ⊹ Sword Combat/Training ⊹ Dragon/Strength-Based Games. ⊹ Dragon Racing. ⊹ Maintaining and polishing his sword. ⊹ Exercising/Working-Out. ⊹ Cooking for his friends and family.
  STRENGTHS:
  — PHYSICAL STRENGTH: His biggest strength would be his athletic and large body, which he worked hard to get. He can lift heavy things and throw a rather powerful punch when provoked. He is also tall, which can be an advantage in a fight. He also excels in hand-to-hand combat; he prefers fighting with his sword but can pack quite a punch when forced to.
  — INTELLIGENT MIND: Finn believes that not only do you have to be physically strong, but one must have a sharp mind to be able to handle all that strength. He is studious and loves reading everything he can. Absorbing information is his favourite pastime. He is always thinking, and his mind only sleeps when he closes his eyes. Finn is exceptionally knowledgeable when it comes to dragons, more so when it comes to Deadly Nadders. He is also knowledgeable when it comes to situations requiring strategies.
  — TEAM PLAYER: He is an amiable young man who is quick to give his respect. His kindness and compassion know no bounds, and he is rather understanding. He understands the importance of teamwork and values the safety and efficiency of a team. If he has to be the team's heart, then he doesn’t mind being it.
  WEAKNESSES:
  — WEAK ACCURACY: Finn is nearsighted and would often affect his accuracy. He can’t see well at a distance, which would cause problems with his aim. His archery stinks, and he always misses his target.
  — SOFT HEART: Finn can easily be manipulated, pull on his heartstrings, and he will be at your will. He can also be quickly disheartened and sulk for a few hours if you say something that deeply affects him.
  — WEAK STEALTH: Due to his giant stature, he may have trouble sneaking and will most likely be caught. He will also be clumsy when he finds himself in a tight space, and he will most likely bump into something and topple it, letting the whole village know his location.
  VICES:
  — SENSITIVE: Finn can easily be affected by things that were said to him. Even if you mean well, he may still take that as something else and sulk on his own. And if you mean to be rude to him, he will take that to heart, too. He won’t cry before you, but it would be obvious if you have affected him with his glass eyes and puckered lips. Like a kid bursting to cry.
  — SELF-CRITICAL: He is also self-critical and the harshest critic of himself. His strive for perfection always results in him passing out, whether with his studies or sword sparring. He abandons any sort of self-care whenever he wants something done. When things don’t go his way, he obsesses over them over and over.
  — OVERPROTECTIVE: He would be the type of Viking who puts himself in harm’s way to protect the ones he loves so dearly. He completely disregards his being as long as the one he protects is safe. He may also become overbearing, almost motherly, and nagging when he believes it is within the individual’s best interest and utmost safety.
  VIRTUES:
  — HEART OF GOLD: Finn has a heart of gold. He is kind, compassionate, understanding, and filled with love to share. He is extremely kind and helpful to others, and he receives satisfaction whenever he delivers his help and compassion to those in need. He is naturally compassionate and thrives in being the kindest person a Viking could be. Surely, a little kindness can be appreciated in their gruesome world.
  — GENTLE GIANT: Finnvid tries to be mindful of his height and often tries to be less intimidating when meeting others. He tries his best not to appear so fearsome sometimes since most already know him due to his sword-fighting prowess. But outside of fighting, he is gentle and mindful.
  — QUICK-WITTED: He is playful and often uses witty banter. He could sometimes come off as sassy when offended but sometimes playful when he wants to be. He is quick with his remarks and loves the banters he can gather, especially the playful ones. He speaks sharply and responds effectively, especially in stressful situations.
  
  ╰┈➤ BACKGROUND
  FAMILY: TW. For reference to emotional and physical abuse, there are no specific details.
  — GRANDFATHER: Sigvid Hallison
  Dead ⊹ Warrior
  When Finnvid was young, Sigvid would tell his grandson grand tales about the incredible voyage and what it took for the original clan members to get to the island. Sigvid kept the memory like a childhood fantasy, leaving any gruesome secrets beyond the fog to himself. Finnvid was filled with wonder and excitement every time he told his story. Sigvid was one of the early settlers of the island. Sigvid Hallison was better known as Sigvid the Swordmaster. He trained the elite protectors and warriors of the clan, and even his techniques are taught to this day. With Sigvid’s hands, the clan was protected and safe during their early settler days. He died just after Finnvid turned five; his funeral was filled with flowers, and his ascension to Valhalla was grand and heartfelt.
  — FATHER: Hosvid Hallison
  Alive ⊹ Warrior
  Sigvid’s skills were passed down to his son, and Hosvid makes a living by training the clan’s next generation of warriors. He may be a good teacher and a valuable clan member, but to his family, it is a whole different story. Hosvid Hallison is a toxic and abusive man. He could’ve continued the Hallison line with honour and followed Sigvid’s tremendous and honourable destiny, but he chose not to. He stained the Hallison name by being a putrid husband and father. He is known to abuse both his wife and his kid, and before he left Asleif for good, he took in a second wife, filling their family with shame. He is known to be living with his second wife now, pretending that his first family never existed in the first place. In the eyes of the clan, they were no longer the ‘Honourable Hallisons’, a reputation his grandfather worked to build. Finnvid intends to do something about that.
  — MOTHER: Asleif Hallison
  Alive ⊹ Dragon Rider ⊹ Dragon Healer
  Asleif is a kind and caring woman. She raised Finn alone alongside her Deadly Nadder, Crookedcutter while her husband flirted with other women and drank himself to sleep. Asleif was a mother above being a wife and valued her child more than her husband. Finnvid bore witness to his parent’s failed marriage. Asleif tries to protect Finn from her husband, but she can only do so much when she is always needed in the clan as one of the dragon healers. When Asleif and Finn got kicked out by her husband to make room for his second wife, Asleif picked up the little pride and dignity she had left and went to see her sister Torunn. To this day, the two sisters continue to support each other.
  — AUNT: Torunn Hamsson
  Alive ⊹ Viking Healer
  Finnvid will always be thankful to his aunt for taking his family when they were in need. Finn would often be seen helping Torunn around whenever she needed it. Even to this day Finn still feels he owes his aunt more.
  — COUSIN: Skidi Hamsson
  Alive ⊹ Hunter ⊹ Dragon Rider
  Skidi is his energetic little cousin. Finnvid and Skidi are close, and each considers the other their family, even though they are not blood-related. Finnvid always pushes her to read, but Skidi finds a way to get herself out of that conversation.
  HISTORY: Finn was born to the Hallison family. His earliest memory was of his grandfather’s calloused and rough hands. His grandfather and mother were among the first people he became familiar with, while his father was nowhere to be found. Finn doesn’t mind. However, as long as he is with his grandfather, Finn and his mother are safe. Unfortunately, when Sigvid, his grandfather, passed away, the ownership of the Hallison House went to Hosvid, Finn’s cruel father. However, with Finn’s close relationship with his grandfather, Finn earned his grandfather’s sword, Peacekeeper. This grew a seed of hatred from his father.
  
  Ever since Finn was a child, he seems more enthusiastic when playing with a wooden sword. His mother encouraged this and became supportive of this. It was only after Sigvid’s death that Hosvid became more bold with his cruel actions. It all began with verbal and lethal words until it turned into physical and rough shoves. Finn tried to intervene at one point, and it infuriated his father so much that Finn was roughly shoved, hitting his head and leading him into a coma. His mother hid The truth from the clan due to fear and shame.
  
  After Torunn treated Finn’s injuries, Asleif begged her sister to keep it a secret from the clan. When Finn awoke, he begged his mother to leave. He never understood what she saw in his father, but she never left him until it got to a horrible point. During his boyish childhood, he dreamed of mastering the art of swordsmanship.
  
  Finnvid received a proper education from the village’s teachers at a young age, and he discovered his love for reading and writing. He often sneaked into his father’s training school and watched the other’s form. He would later mimic these forms and create a makeshift dummy out of hay and timber. He continued this habit that was until he caught his father cheating and flirting with another maiden. Finn went straight to his mother, which sparked a furious argument between the two—leading to the official break between Hosvid and Asleif. Hosvid kicks her out and makes Finn pick between him and his mother. He promised Finn greatness and to be taught appropriately Sigvid’s techniques. But in the end, he told his father, “What is all that greatness for if a foul soul taints it?”
  
  This infuriated his father, and he made a scene as he dragged Asleif and Finnvid out of the house, grabbing the attention of their neighbours, who swiftly spread the rumour afterwards. The whole clan talked about how the Hallisons were in ruins for the next week. Finnvid and his mother can only find solace in the home of his mother’s sister, Torunn Hamsson. He stayed as a guest for the rest of his days and met Skidi Hamsson there. The two cousins met and formed a close familial bond.
  
  On his fiftieth birthday, he attempted the rite of passage for the first time, failing. This failure struck him hard; he couldn’t keep living, knowing he had failed his first attempt. So, he worked hard and diligently for the whole year, leading to his second try. He gathered sources, studied dragon knowledge to the best of his ability and honed his body to be physically able to complete the trial. On his second try, he completed the trial, earning him a young Deadly Nadder he named Thornwhip.
  
  After he earned Thornwhip, his mother gifted him the journals of Sigvid. Since he was of proper age to hold a sword, his mother handed him Sigvid’s journal. For some reason, a few pages were ripped. He asked his mother about this, but she was unsure about the missing pages. His mother shifted his attention to the visual sword stances in some journals. Little notes were found next to the drawings. Upon seeing this, Finn was ecstatic and immediately tried one of the stances shown. For the following ten years, he started being an active clan member. By helping out in any way he could, he still avoided his father. During these ten years, he would earn enough silver to build a new beginning for himself and his mother.
  
  Today, Finnvid and Asleif recently moved into their new home. Their new house has two new dragon stables for Crookedcutter and Thornwhip. And even to this day, Finnvid continues to learn more about the way of the sword and make his grandfather proud. His excellent record of wins in sword combat has earned him the title ‘Bladeborn.’ He hopes to be the perfect Hallison like his grandfather and restore the Hallison name to its full glory.
  
  

  ─── ⋆⋅ DRAGON APPLICATION ⋅⋆ ──​

  
  ╰┈➤ BASICS
  NAME: Thornwhip
  NICKNAME: Thorny, Thorns, Bubs, and Bubba
  AGE: Twenty-six (26)
  GENDER: Male (He/Him/His)
  SPECIES/CLASS: Deadly Nadder — Tracker Class
  DRAGON RIDER: Finnvid Hallison
  
  ╰┈➤ APPEARANCE
  DESCRIPTION: Thornwhip
  Thornwhip’s prominent hues are chestnut, beige and ivory. His main scales are dark chocolate with a mixture of ivory here and there. His spines are mainly caramel coloured, but with poisonous tips, they are ivory. Thornwhip’s eyes are two pools of emerald. As for the dragon’s wings, they are mottled and are a darker shade of brown. Since Thornwhip is a male Deadly Nadder, his front nasal horn is shorter and less curved than a female's. Thornwhip is also slightly larger than other Deadly Nadders.
  GEAR: The saddle for Thornwhip is similar to the image above, except the leather is beige, and the fabric is green.
  
  ╰┈➤ PERSONA
  LIKES:
  Chicken. ⊹ Chin scratches. ⊹ Grooming himself and taking a bath. ⊹ Looking at himself. ⊹ Sleeping. ⊹ Playing a game of fetch and being playful in general.
  DISLIKES:
  Smelly things ⊹ Violence ⊹ Starving ⊹ Being away from Finn for too long ⊹ Being ignored ⊹ Being injured ⊹ Pranks and other tricks.
  FEARS:
  Not being able to fly. ⊹ Losing Finn. ⊹ Being not beautiful and Finn finding him ugly. ⊹ Being alone.
  STRENGTHS:
  — STRONG SENSE OF SMELL: As a member of the tracker class, Nadders are naturally gifted with their tracking skills and sense of smell. A Deadly Nadder's sense of smell is potent enough to allow successful navigation even when its eyesight is impaired.
  — NATURAL DRAGON STRENGTHS: As a fire-breathing dragon, their fire is only the second hottest flame. Their fire is a magnesium blast; they can melt boulders within seconds. Their endurance and stamina are high. Thornwhip can run and fly for long distances. His scales are also resistant to fire.
  — VENOMOUS SPINES: As a Deadly Nadder, Thorwhip has an assortment of spikes at his disposal. He can accurately launch these at people, and they become stunned when hit. Aside from their spines, their teeth are also filled with venom, so when bitten, swift attention is required before the venom takes place.
  WEAKNESSES:
  — BLINDSPOT: The blindspot is his main weakness. He can’t attack what he can’t see. Deadly Nadders have a blind spot right before their nose, as it does not possess binocular vision. Most trainers can carefully evade this dragon's gaze by staying in its blind spot.
  — NATURAL DRAGON WEAKNESSES: Thornwhip is still a dragon, and dragons have their natural weaknesses, such as eels, blue oleanders, dragon roots, and grimora parasites.
  — VULNERABLE AREAS: When Nadders shoot their spines, their belly is constantly exposed, making it an easy target for other hostile dragons or Vikings. In addition, Nadders have a particular weak spot under their chin, which, when scratched, is exceptionally comfortable. Nadder's eyeballs roll up, their mouths gape open comfortably, and their spikes preen downwards. When stroked correctly, some Nadders may collapse momentarily.
  PERSONALITY: Thornwhip is incredibly vain. He’s a beautiful dragon, and he knows it very well. There is often a strut on his walk, and he believes he is the centre of everybody’s attention. Finn will always indulge him with attention and will always boost his confidence. Thornwhip also loves it when you shower him with food and some extra scratches. Thorns has spent enough time with Vikings to the point that he has been domesticated. He is a friendly dragon who craves attention. Thornwhip loves to play and will be delighted if Vikings engage in a friendly game of fetch with him.
  
  ╰┈➤ RELATIONSHIPS
  Thornwhip is friendly to both riders and dragons. He loves making new friends to appreciate his utter beauty. If you pay him attention, he will become your dearest friend. This dragon also loves playing with other playful dragons. Play is a massive part of Thornwhip’s personality. Even though he is an adult dragon, he still acts like a new hatchling.
  
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  Viking Armour and Deadly Nadder drawings are from the fantastic artist called Martina (@smarty_drawing).
  
  
  

 

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• Tide Glider Rider
• Rumblehorn Rider

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  • Rider
  • Dragon

  • 
    
    • The Basics
    • The Physique
    • The History

    • 
      
      
      Full Name: Trygve Alsyre
      Nickname: Tyr the Mad, Tyr
      Age: 25
      Birthday: April 1st
      Pronouns: He/They
      Gender: Non-Binary
      Sexuality: Pansexual
      Dragon: Naevryt the Tide Glider
      
      Likes: Tidal dragons, conversations about "impossible" scenarios and theories, dragon racing, herbalism, chemistry, brewing, dragon biology, finding the most unconventional ways to heal injuries, sparing, plummeting to his near death
      Dislikes: Being restrained or stuck in one place for too long, being ignored, being too warm, wearing heavy armor or too much clothing, loosing a competition, silence
      Fears: Being backed into a corner with no way out, becoming invisible, being taken for granted
      Hobbies: Cliff diving, deep diving or just diving into dangerous depths in general, "forbidden" medicine brewing, hyping people into doing the most idiotic shit.
      
      
      Personality:
      Tyr is a ball of fiery energy ready to implode at any moment if they as so much as stand still for a little too long. Their joy can be infectious during social gatherings, often finding one way or another to worm their way into the hard shells and hearts of the Eyrr inhabitants. For a lot of them it's pretty simple: a good spare or race will get a Viking to open up. Otherwise they tend to mirror however they are treated back towards the person they are interacting with; Be mean to them they'll be mean right back at you, be kind and they will try to return your kindness in the same, possibly clumsier way. However they've mellowed out a bit thanks to their dragon: they speak at a quieter volume now.
      
      With the way they act and talk, one wouldn't immediatelty guess that the lad is aiming to becoming a healer of all things. Even seems like the type to bully anyone that so much as glances at a book. But you'd be wrong, for you will often find Tyr talking someone's ear off about this or that new discovery they've made on the benefits of Tide Glider saliva. And if you talk about anything related to his current interests, they will listen and hang on to every word you say like you were Thor himself delivering them.
      
      He does not like when things don't go his way and becomes quite difficult to reason with during changes in plan. Their enthusiams for everything they do makes them likely to get swept up by their intense emotions and quick to burn into a fiery rage when faced with perceived unfairness. Some theorise it's why they always seek the ocean: it is the only thing that can extinguish his bright flames. The stark contrast in both appearance and personality between him and his dragon is almost comical.
      
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      Height: 5"4
      Hair: Inky black, there's a blue shine to it in the sun due to one of their experiments going awry and blowing up on them.
      Eyes: A warm brown
      Scars: Old piercing scars on both face and ears, body littered with them due to reckless childhood, most notable one is the burn mark taking up half of their back
      Modifications: They have tried for years to keep piercings, but their constant fidgeting and impulsive dips into ocean water made it so that he was incapable of possessing a single healed bit of metal on him without it getting infected. They've also attempted getting tattoos, but they usually end up as indecipherable blotches from all the sun exposure and scarring atop them. They dream of more body modifications, but they've learned that these things are just not for them.
      Distinguishing Features: His shit eating grin and the lack of clothes on them during the -rare- warmer seasons.
      Style: {Armor}-{Indoors/Warm}-{Outdoors/Cold}
      
      Possessions.
      Weapons: Tyr is an offensive fighter that is most proficient in bodies of water. Lightweight weapons like harpoons and daggers are his go to's. In their words "shields are for the weak" -many fights have ensued following that statement-
      
      Rider suit: Extremely lightweight. It is entirely of leather and various tidal dragon scales to allow them swift movements while riding his dragon's back underwater while alsoo offering a bit more protection. The lightness of the scale armor makes it easily removable in case of emergencies.
      
      
      
      Strengths:
      
      • Their stubborness, once they've got their mind set on an objective they will do their very best to complete it no matter the cost
      • Being an absolute disctraction to his oppponents
      • Master at dodging hits
      • Water based combat and exploration
      • They are starting to grow a small immunity to certain venoms from the years of directly testing everything on themself for the sake of finding cures
      Weaknesses:
      
      • Their stubborness, it's surprising that it hasn't lead them to their death yet. Because that very trait has taken him in unecessarily dangerous and overly complicated situations that could have cost him and those around them their lives.
      • They are loud and can't be still for long, so not someone you'd like to tag along in stealth missions
      • If they don't completely agree with the plan, they are likely to not listen very well to orders
      • You'd think the unnecessary beatings he's taken over the years has strenghened their body. But it is quite the opposite, they are fast and aggressive which makes it hard to actaully land a hit on them, but if you do. Hits are two times more effective on him than most vikings. Especially if his dragon isn't there to quickly heal them.
      • They bear their emotions very clearly and openly on their face, making him a very, very bad liar and very predictable.
      
      
    • 
      
      
      Background.
      Family:
      Herka Alsyre // Mother // Blacksmith // Alive
      Ufi Alsyre // Father // Farmer & Gatherer // Alive
      Drifa Alsyre // Older sister // Deceased
      
      History.
      Their parents expected a quiet family, full of peace, or at least as peaceful as a Viking family on Eyrr could be. That dream was very soon forgotten after Trygve was born. When he was old enough to run it took the village to keep an eye on the absolute menace. It soon became one of Eyrr's daily chores to assign someone at random to help keep watch on the speedy child. To everyone but Tyr's dismay, it is a day the adults dreaded.
      
      Being constantly accompanied everywhere turned out to be not so fun for the young Tyr, but it was also easier for others of their age wanting to sneak out with less chances of getting caught. With that came an understanding between Tyr and a few other children around their age: he could be a disctraction to the adults while the other children attempted to do what they wanted. That strategy later became Tyr's strategic role in a fight, if one needed bait or someone to successfully divert an opponent away or towards a specific location: Tyr's your guy.
      
      Mastering the art of disctraction made Tyr into quite the proficient liar, but as soon as people caught on that most of his outlandish speaches were rooted in lies. Less and less people took them seriously. A fair decision on their part after all of the trouble Tyr had caused them and their own children...until came the day that young 10 years old Tyr ran back to the village hysterically calling for help because their sister had fallen off a cliff and no one believed him, leading to the very sad death of his youngest and only sibling. He swore to never lie again after that.
      
      Rite of Passage:
      Tyr has barely scraped by both rites of passage, nearly dying a couple times during his multiple attempts at the second rite.
      
      The first Rite of Passage
      Tyr was incredibly impatient to partake in the rite. But at his young age was too antsy to take the time and study up on how to properly prepare for such a dangerous feat. It took them 3 tries to accomplish due to the simple fact that they had refused to take the easy road in stealing a dragon egg. Since they were a wee babe Tyr felt a strong pull to the sea. Their stubborness made them aim for a tidal dragon egg and nothing else. The first attempt ended in embarrassing failure: tried to steal a Seachocker egg thinking the parent dragon was farther away and slower than the ignorant 15 year old expected. Electrifying failure.
      
      The second attempt happened mere days after the first. And a foolishely spectacular attempt it was, Tyr dived straight off a nearby cliff and into the unforgiving waves. They did not even get close to a dragon egg before they were swept by the waves and knocked clean out by the cliffside rocks. It was after this second attempt that Tyr was now known forever more as "Tyr the Mad".
      
      But Tyr was nothing but incredibly stubborn. They had barely healed before he holed themself up in the Eyrr library, practically going missing for days on end as they binged every book their hands could get a hold of about tidal dragons. Only emerging to pester anyone and everyone that had any info on the elusive creatures. Scars barely healed, Tyr attempted their third attempt and finally managed to grab a Scauldron egg from under the Parent Dragon's nose and made it back with the skin of their back almost melting off from contact with ejected Scauldron water. A burning success if you asked Tyr, who passed out with a proud, shit eating grin as soon as it was announced that he had successfully passed.
      
      It is thanks to raising that very baby Scauldron that Tyr discovered their passion for Dragon substances and how they could potentially benefit in healing both Draconic and Human ailments. Soon after starting an apprenticeship under the stern eye of the village Healer.
      
      The Second Rite of Passage
      This one Tyr had finally managed to pass at the age of 20, it took them 5 years to tame and befriend their now best friend and loyal companion Naedryt, an especially skittish but fast Tide Glider. Surprisingly, it was not strenght or intimidation that bonded the two souls together; it was patience and kindness. The first 3 years had been spent by Tyr desperately trying to catch up to the Dragon via running along the shore or pathetically swimming after the much faster creature. When that didn't prove fruitful Tyr tried to catch Naedryt by surprise by jumping onto her abck from a higher, more discreet place. Between Tyr trying to wrestle the Dragon into submission and Naedryt trying to drown the pesky human and almost being successful at it if it weren't for Tyr almost stupidly powerful force of will. The following year was spent trying to tame any other dragon, but failing miserably while the elusive Tide Glider observed him from afar with a mocking cackle.
      
      Until one day, during a walk along the shore in an attempt to cool down from an argument they had had with their mentor about wanting to try yet again the Dragon Rider's Rite of Passage. Tyr found a beached and dehydrated Tide Glider that had ingested blue oleander. The very same one that had tormented every single one of his attempts at becoming a dragon Rider. They helped the dragon back into sea with the help of the Scauldron they had raised and administered it an antidote made of his friend's very venom. Only for the dragon to flee as soon as it was cured.
      
      On the very last attempt, after Tyr had spent its entire waiting period trying to convince everyone that he was truly capable of becoming a dragon rider. They went against everyone's wishes and advice and seeked to tame a Shellfire. It went as poorly as everyone expected it to go, like always...as expected... But on the fourth and final try, when even himself was convinced becoming a Dragon Rider was perhaps not for him as they were flung into a sea cave with the angry dragon just about to crush him into non existence. Naedryt appeared almost out of seemingly nowhere and rescued the exhausted Tyr to safety and dragged the drowing human into the fog where no other Dragon or Human could find them.
      
      Within the fog, Tyr finally breached the surface as they sputtered and desperately gasped for air, flailing about completely panicked and confused as to what had just happened. The humans wild movements irked the Tided Glider in front of them. It was starting to move away and disapear into the fog but Tyr managed to calm themself just in time and yelled out at the creature to wait. As the two beings stared at eachother, both their heads barely out of water. For the first time in their life, Tyr willingly stayed still. Instead of braenly approaching the Dragon, they waited for the other to come to them. They closed their eyes and as gently as they could, reach out their hand in a sign of peace. Moments later, a scaly muzzzle could be felt brushing along his fingers.
      
      It was when Tyr's mother was weeping hysterically on shore, when the last remaining witnesses to Tyr's trial had all been convinced that the child had died when they heard a roar within the fog. When they all bowed their head in grief and silence settled over the beach like a veil did Naetryl, the Tide Glider and her new Dragon Rider came out of the fog.
      He had done it, that crazy, stupid, stubborn bastard had finally did it.
      
      
      
    
    
    
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    Basics.
    Name: Naetryl
    Age: 35
    Gender: Female
    Species/Class: Tide Glider, Tidal Class
    Dragon Rider: Tyr
    
    Appearance.
    Description: She is a tad bigger than your average Tide Glider, her color close to the one of the sea within the fog. Which is uncommon for these Drgaons that usually prefer more shallow waters. From afar, as she dances along the waves her deep blue color allows her to seem like just an abnormally large wave with her rider magically gliding across the water. She's missing a chunk on her headfins but that doesn't stop her from being the elegant beast she is. Apart from a small missing bit she remains unscarred, her deep blue scales have an iridescent shine to them under the right light, it is quite the privilege to get to see them upclose.
    
    Gear: She has a light saddle wrapped around her middle with added protection around the base of her wings and middle fins.
    
    

    
    
    
    Persona.
    Likes:
    

    • Fresh and cooked fish, but only if it is cooked by the most talented, she can always tell.
    • Randomly staring into people's soul. And people watching.
    • Being talked at, but not too loud otherwise she flees
    • Getting her teeth brushed
    • Floating along the waves on her back while Tyr polishes her claws.
    • Sunbathing

    Dislikes:
    

    • Loud, crouded places
    • Strangers
    • Flowers, tried to eat one once and almost died. Never again
    • Eels
    • Anything or anyone faster than her
    • Death, Funerals, Grief

    Strengths: She is an incredibly fast swimmer, her color allows her to blend into the sea passing through almost unnoticed to the human eye until she wants you to know she is there. Her miraculous saliva is also a godsend for healing wounds and acid blasts.
    
    Weaknesses: She is unfortunately not a very good fighter, only recently wiling to enter combat because her rider does all of the hitting for her while she zips about the water avoiding getting hit. She is not very good at acid blasts, some of her kind are able to shoot multiple blasts in one go but she isn't one of those lucky few. It gives her great trouble producing acid for she is unable to both focus on where she is going and also producing the skin melting liquid. Like her rider, she is not very tough and if she takes a blow she needs to immediately leave the fight to heal herself otherwise it can get awry for her very fast.
    
    Fears: Thunderstorms, having Tyr out of her sight for long periods of time, unpredictability, the death of Tyr
    
    

    
    
    
    Personality:
    It takes a long while for Naetryl to warm up to another being, and if you have the patience to attempt such a feat you need to have her watch you until she learns your every pattern, habit and sleep cycle. If you are erratic, loud or visibly bloodthristy she may never even deem you safe enough to breath within your sight. A mystery as to how Tyr managed to befriend AND tame her. She is selective and meticulous in everything she does, it sometimes seems like she understands every word you say to her. It can be both creepy and heartwarming. She seems to have a complicated relationship with death and grief, perhaps the reason as to why she is so selective in who she accepts into her life?
    
    Relationships:
    She loves baby dragons, often fishing the ones who aren't very good at flying yet out of the sea. Adult dragons are another issue entirely. Only the calmest dragons and humans have a chance to approach her. Befriending her comes in three steps: Get approved by Tyr (easy since he likes everyone), staring contest (can possibly last hours), let her study your every move and routine. After that you maybe have a chance to get closer to her.
    
    
    
  
  
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  WIP
  
  
  • Rider
  • Dragon

  • 
    
    • The Basics
    • The Physique
    • The History

    • 
      Full Name: Kirlia Foddur
      Nickname: Healer
      Age: 35
      Birthday: March 29th
      Pronouns: She/Her
      Gender: Cis.Woman
      Sexuality: Unsure
      Dragon: Hallgrim the Rumblehorn
      
      Likes: Hallgrim, Plants, biology, kids, people and dragon watching, tea, work
      Dislikes: Unecessary fighting, long and drawn out conversations, bootlicking, trying new things, the cliffside, beaches, free time alone with her thoughts, endings in stories
      Fears: Death, loosing control, failure, having to amputate patients, leaving Eyrr
      Hobbies: Herbalism, igniting interests in the sciences within others, research, foraging, cooking
      
      Personality:
      Kirlia isn't one for pleasantries and small talk. She likes for things to be to the point and as swift and efficient as they can be. She's a no nonsense kind of gal with walls upon walls guarding the inner machinations of her brilliant mind. To others she is stern but gentle, with not much variations in her tone or expressions which can be confusing, even intimidating to some. Few are the ones that have seen or remember the last time she has smiled, but it does not make her any less reliable or trustworthy. Though she is very cold in the face of anyone showing her even the most basic of kindness, making her unaproachable in anything else but when you need her medical skills.
      
      Being Head Healer quickly teaches you to keep your composure in front of atrocious situations.
      It also teaches you to be the voice of reason when everyone -including yourelf- lacks it.
      
    • 
      Appearance.
      
      Height: 5'9
      
      Hair: Wild curly black locks that pool down to her waist. She used to wear very neat, intricate braides but has suddenly stopped doing so a couple years back
      
      Eyes: A deep ocean blue
      
      Scars: The common Viking of Eyrr amount, especially around her hands and forearms
      
      Modifications: Heavily pierced ears, there's almost more metal visible than actual flesh at this point. Her back is covered in a largely intricate tattoo.
      
      Distinguishing Features: Her hands seem to be constantly stained various colors due to mixing and crushing medicinal ingredients all the time
      
      Style: {Armor}-{Everyday}-{Everyday2}
      
      
      Possessions.
      Weapons: She carries her jingling wooden staff everywhere she goes, at the tip of it pungent flowers and materials are attached to enable any dragon within the village to locate her in case of a medical emergency. It is mostly used to to hit her fellow villagers whenever they do something foolish and not for actual combat. If she HAS to be on the front lines she replaces that staff with a single large shield to fight and bash her opponents out of the way.
      
      Rider suit: Her armor is made entirely out of her dragon's shed scales. It is very colorful which makes her easy to spot and go to in case you are in need of her help.
      
      Strengths:
      
      • Shield Bashing / Defensive fighting style
      • Highly knowledgable in healing and medicine
      • Composure and quick thinking in the face of high stress situations
      • Team player
      • Hard worker
      Weaknesses:
      
      • Not a good solo/offensive fighter
      • She is not very good at using weapons to hit others. Only thing she is able to use is an unacompanied shield.
      • Without Hallgrim she basically is useless for offensive maneuvers
      • Her colorful armor makes her easily noticeable by both ally and foe
      • She is the most knowlegable person she knows when it comes to diagnosing and healing a patient, but she is the youngest a head healer has ever been and her training was never complete before she had to be elevated to that status. This could lead to some fatal misteps on her part with no one else with more experience to guide her.
      • Overworks herself
      • When fear or intense emotion manages to get to her, she freezes
      
      
    • 
      Background.
      Family:
      Hoarse Foddur // Father // Head Healer // Deceased
      Bavyn Foddur // Mother // Healer // Deceased
      Poarkl Foddur // Twin Brother // Apprentice Healer // Deceased
      Throst Fordson // Fiance // Dragon Rider // Deceased
      
      History.
      Kirlia had chosen to take the path of becoming a healer very early on in life. She admired her parents, both proficient healers on Eyrr and respected by all for the lives they had saved. While most children weren't very interested in being stuck to a chair while their parents talk to you about complicated and boring things for hours on end, Kirlia loved it, and it let her skip the one thing she despised: fighting lessons and socializing with kids her age. As she grew older her parents allowed her and her twin to accompany them during their herb gatherings and even let them brew certain medicines used for common sicknesses. Kirlia loved to stick to the rules and be as careful as possible when coming up with possible concoctions to help with an ailment. Her brother was the opposite: constanly trying things that were supposedly forbidden, 'not supposed to be combined together', wanting to try new things. The two balanced each other, their parents were confident they would become a great aid to the village and possibly save many lives, like the Foddurs had always done...
      
      For generations the Foddur family had always been one of healers. Most of the knowledge passed down had been from word of mouth with nothing ever being written because whatever they tried to record would often end up being charred by dragons or the clan had to move away with very little space to take belongings with them. For whatever reason her family was extremely selective in who and who couldn't be taught the ways of a healer. However, her and her brother decided to open up the practice and educate as many people as they could. She would write everything down and he would try to instigate people's interests in plants and herbs in the hopes to get the youth interested in the path of a healer. Soon their parents followed their children's ideas and filled the library with the knowledge passed down to them. But before their parents could write it all down, tragedy struck during one of their gathering expeditions near the windy cliffs of Eyrr. The only thing the scouts had found of them was a golden necklace worn by her father.
      
      With the only medics of the village both dead, the twins were elevated as the go to healers when they were 25 years old. They struggled and grieved and fought. But at least they weren't alone in the face of this heavy responsibility. If it wasn't for Poarkl, Kirlia would have closed herself off to the world even further, and instead finally started making friends and getting to know the people she had grown alongside with all of her life. It was how she quickly found herself a fiancé: Throst Fordson who literally swept her off her feet with the help of his dragon Hallgrim, and the rest was history. She had found happiness again..and her grief was much lighter, easier to live with thanks to them.
      
      It didn't last.
      
      She was 31 when the first expedition beyond the fog that Chief Ulfric had sent occured. Both her twin and her fiance had volunteered to go...and never came back. Only leaving behind Throst's now riderless dragon Hallgrim to help Kirlia through grief. He became her companion after that, she learned how to ride him. She never did pass the second rite since Hallgrim had already been tamed and trained by her lost fiance, and she refused to ride any other dragon but Hallgrim. Her demeanor hardened much like the newly built walls around her heart after that. She stopped having any interest in her appearance too: gone were the braids she took hours to design and her lavish jewelry that she hoarded like she herself was a dragon. People started refering to her more as her title "Healer" rather than her own name, she never decided it to be so but she didn't mind it: feeling like a person beyond her duties was painful. Grief made her even busier, still trying to train and interest anyone she could in her craft whenever she had time.
      
      She refuses to have her family's plans go to waste, her brother and parent's efforts would not be in vain.
      
      
      
    
    
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    Basics.
    Name: Hallgrim
    Age: Aproximately 40 years old
    Gender: Male
    Species/Class: Rumblehorn, Tracker Class
    
    Appearance.
    Description: Hallgrim looks like your average older Rumblehorn. His multicolor shell is quite a marvel to look at, especially when the sun hits it, bringing out its iridedscent shine that reflects rainbow hues to nearby surfaces. A flashy fella.
    
    Gear: His gear has not changed since he had been first tamed and tailored for a saddle. Around Hallgrim's neck are attached multiple small pouches used to store newly foraged herbs. Made of sheep leather. The whole getup is clearly worn and in need of serious repairs but Kirlia isn't keen on letting anyone touch it. In her words: "does the job just fine"
    

    
    Persona.
    Likes: All foods but sardines (he's constantly trying to find something to munch on), the little scent bundles Kirlia makes for him to fall asleep to every night, walking around on two legs to imitate his riders at random, acrobatics, napping in the most inconvenient places possible
    Dislikes: Sardines, boats, being wet, being told what to do
    
    Strengths:
    

    • Like all Rumblehorns, his intuition for incoming disasters is quite accurate, helpful to Kirlia in sensing sickness in someone before even they realize something is wrong
    • The sense of smell of these dragons is incredibly developpped
    • Brutal offensive fighter with the help of Kirlia navigating him
    • Bulky, he can take a serious beating without so much as a flinch
    • High endurance

    
    Weaknesses:
    

    • Cover someone or something you are trying to hide in dragonberry juice and he will be incapable of smelling you
    • Poor eyesight, he relies more on his other senses and his rider to navigate
    • Not the stealthiest Rumblehorn you've ever met, he's very shiny
    • Is very vulnerable to most venoms and poisons
    • Can't swim, will sink

    
    Fears: Kirlia disappearing forever, sardines, unstable terrain (like boats or bridges), deep bodies of water
    
    Personality: Hallgrim is a lazy and cheery dragon. He acts a lot like a mix between a cat and a fox, often encouraging pranks and imitating his rider when he feels that the air is too grim.
    
    Relationships: When Kirlia isn't around he happily lets humans approach him, he is especially happy to have other dragon riders around -they know all of the good spots to scratch-. When not helping his rider, Hallgrim is often seen either playing or napping with other dragons.