Dumplingboy
Personified dumpling who loves candy
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Dumplingboy
Personified dumpling who loves candy
Name: Meelnier
Call sign: Meelnier, come
Age: Adult
species: Forfalska
Gender: Male
Mountability: bond only
Wild or domesticated: Domesticated
Appearance:
Personality: This dragon is aggressive and solitary. He only allows certain people close to him and is hostile to most other dragons. He is the biggest steal dragon the kings army has, also the most aggressive. No one has even come close to mounting the beast.
Dragons you do not like: Beek
Dragons you do like: saphier
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Dumplingboy
Personified dumpling who loves candy
Name: Kori
Age: 25
Race: Orc
Gender:Female
Occupation: Dragon rider
Appearance:
Personality: Kori is high spirited and adventurous. she enjoys teaching and tormenting the new riders, and has faced off with a few dragons herself. She is a true barbarian
Dragon:
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Deadwood Deer
Ten Thousand Club
Name: Morgan
Age: Appoximately mid 20s
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Skills: Low tier Spellcasting, Rune/item use, very little actual combat capabilities
Occupation: Low tier mage. Fast talked into abandoning her studies for this
Appearance:
Personality: Overly analytical, but kind of a pushover. Because she isn’t physically imposing, she relies on thinking her way out of situations, but can be manipulated by appealing to that. Socially inept and easy to fast-talk in to doing things, which is how she got into this mess. She's more focused on the academic side of things than the practical side. half of the things she comes up with work, but are incredibly complicated, and the other half don't because she thought herself into a corner and forgot what she was doing.
History: Morgan was born on the eastern side of the kingdom. Naturally, her interest in magic was discouraged, but she didn't have much skill or aptitude beyond that, so even though she couldn't get into an actual school, her family did get her a tutor. Sometime recently, the recruiter for the King's army came around, and Morgan fell for the trap of half truths and vague promises and high speed negotiations and had enlisted before she even realized what she was signing. She's still not sure how she got here.
Preferred Dragon type:
By her race- Griffin,Ikkuma,Renbo
By her personal preference- Hell if she knows, she’s never had a reason or opportunity to decide.
Proof of Rolls/Concept:
Also, hooded and sleeved cloaks and coats existed in medieval times.
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Sweep The Leg
Will RP for food
Name
Zevon
Age
107
Race
High Elf
Gender
Male
Skills
Healing Magic
Embarrassing sword skill
Occupation
Healer
Appearance
Personality
Zevon is very laid back, a whimsical smile almost always on his lips. He loves to have fun and make jokes, usually not at the expense of others. He is very kind and is willing to befriend almost anyone. While he has trouble with formal occasions, he can at least to pretend to be a high class member of society, usually by just keeping his mouth closed. He feels deep within his heart an intense desire to help everyone, a desire he himself secretly knows to be impossible to accomplish, but the very least he can do is try.
History
Zevon spent most of his younger years with the church, honing his natural aptitude for healing magic. At behest of the head priest and his own wanderlust, he then became a wandering healer, travelling from village to village, bringing his aide free of charge. He survived off of meals bought for him in thanks and the meager donations he received from those he healed. He has since wandered his way into joining the army, for what better place for a healer to be than with men and women who put their lives on the line in battle?
Preferred Dragon type
Jhara
Zevon
Age
107
Race
High Elf
Gender
Male
Skills
Healing Magic
Embarrassing sword skill
Occupation
Healer
Appearance
Personality
Zevon is very laid back, a whimsical smile almost always on his lips. He loves to have fun and make jokes, usually not at the expense of others. He is very kind and is willing to befriend almost anyone. While he has trouble with formal occasions, he can at least to pretend to be a high class member of society, usually by just keeping his mouth closed. He feels deep within his heart an intense desire to help everyone, a desire he himself secretly knows to be impossible to accomplish, but the very least he can do is try.
History
Zevon spent most of his younger years with the church, honing his natural aptitude for healing magic. At behest of the head priest and his own wanderlust, he then became a wandering healer, travelling from village to village, bringing his aide free of charge. He survived off of meals bought for him in thanks and the meager donations he received from those he healed. He has since wandered his way into joining the army, for what better place for a healer to be than with men and women who put their lives on the line in battle?
Preferred Dragon type
Jhara
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Huntertabbysandshark3
The lord of randomness and the warp
Name: flitch
Call sign: the sound of a particularly bird poorly replicated
Age: adult
species: tükör
Gender: male
Mountability: requires a strong strong bond
Wild or domesticated: wild
Appearance:
Personality: flitch is a shy and skittish creatures avoiding most othwr people and dragons by simply remain invisible and flying at all times Though he has a soft spot for young ones subtle trying to help where he can.
[Wild only optional]
Dragons species you are offensive towards: n/a
Dragon species you are docile towards: all
Call sign: the sound of a particularly bird poorly replicated
Age: adult
species: tükör
Gender: male
Mountability: requires a strong strong bond
Wild or domesticated: wild
Appearance:
Personality: flitch is a shy and skittish creatures avoiding most othwr people and dragons by simply remain invisible and flying at all times Though he has a soft spot for young ones subtle trying to help where he can.
[Wild only optional]
Dragons species you are offensive towards: n/a
Dragon species you are docile towards: all
IsaacGaming
New Member
Name: Sagard Heavymaker
Age: 86
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Skills: Heavy Duel, Enchantment Magic (must learn), Mining, Smithing, Brewing
Occupation: Blacksmith
Appearance:
Personality: A very jolly and calm dwarf. Enjoys the simple things: hard work, good company and a cold drink. Hard to upset him, but can be set off by a few different things (namely, insulting his craftsmanship or those he likes). He tends to be more on the reserved side, but will be quite chatty if he’s talking about an interest of his. He cares a lot for others, especially his friends and family and would die for them. He constantly pursues new knowledge, from the simple act of knot making to the arcane arts.
History: Sagard grew up within the mountains, spending much of his younger years working the mines and learning how to craft and fight. However, he had always aspired for more. Namely, he had a need to learn all about the world around him. Because of this, he left his mountain home and headed for the nearest settlement, intending to search out for a library or something similar. He would get more than he bargained for, being recruited by the army with the promise of more knowledge, in return for his assistance.
Preferred Dragon type: Preference for Diablo, but equally interested in Forfalska.
Age: 86
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Skills: Heavy Duel, Enchantment Magic (must learn), Mining, Smithing, Brewing
Occupation: Blacksmith
Appearance:
Personality: A very jolly and calm dwarf. Enjoys the simple things: hard work, good company and a cold drink. Hard to upset him, but can be set off by a few different things (namely, insulting his craftsmanship or those he likes). He tends to be more on the reserved side, but will be quite chatty if he’s talking about an interest of his. He cares a lot for others, especially his friends and family and would die for them. He constantly pursues new knowledge, from the simple act of knot making to the arcane arts.
History: Sagard grew up within the mountains, spending much of his younger years working the mines and learning how to craft and fight. However, he had always aspired for more. Namely, he had a need to learn all about the world around him. Because of this, he left his mountain home and headed for the nearest settlement, intending to search out for a library or something similar. He would get more than he bargained for, being recruited by the army with the promise of more knowledge, in return for his assistance.
Preferred Dragon type: Preference for Diablo, but equally interested in Forfalska.
Tetro
Uncle Dad
Name: Mordekai
Age: 320
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Male
Skills: Casting, high magic, blood magic, shadow magic, juggling
Occupation: Battlemage
Appearance:
Personality: Mordekai is a studious but hands-on individual. He looks for challenges and adventure wherever he can find them, be it in books or out in the world. He doesn't take things too seriously and will find the fun in the situation if he can. As light-hearted as he may be, he can be just as cold and serious, seeming to only ever be one or the other at a time. He doesn't like being tied down by "rules" or "regulations" but has a healthy respect for authority, obeying only as a means to an end. He thinks big, dreams bigger, and doesn't hesitate to speak his mind. He isn't afraid to get his hands dirty or put his silver tongue to use if it means getting what he wants, be it information, power, or even romance.
History: Mordekai was born an only child to a well off family. He grew up reading and paying little to no mind to anything that didn't involve exploration and learning. At an early age, he showed a natural talent for magic, or tried and failed enough to seem like he knew what he was doing. As a result, his family, more specifically his father, supported his efforts and pursuit of the mastery of the arcane arts. After learning all he could at home Mordekai set off to various parts of the kingdom both near and far, learning all that he could from masters and teachers. Once he felt he learned all he could from an academic point, he joined the kings army, hoping to find exciting ways to use his magic and get the chance to adventure, as well as be the first to tame (hopefully) the majestic hydra. Without dying of course.
Preferred Dragon type: Hydra, and anything deemed "untameable"
Age: 320
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Male
Skills: Casting, high magic, blood magic, shadow magic, juggling
Occupation: Battlemage
Appearance:
Personality: Mordekai is a studious but hands-on individual. He looks for challenges and adventure wherever he can find them, be it in books or out in the world. He doesn't take things too seriously and will find the fun in the situation if he can. As light-hearted as he may be, he can be just as cold and serious, seeming to only ever be one or the other at a time. He doesn't like being tied down by "rules" or "regulations" but has a healthy respect for authority, obeying only as a means to an end. He thinks big, dreams bigger, and doesn't hesitate to speak his mind. He isn't afraid to get his hands dirty or put his silver tongue to use if it means getting what he wants, be it information, power, or even romance.
History: Mordekai was born an only child to a well off family. He grew up reading and paying little to no mind to anything that didn't involve exploration and learning. At an early age, he showed a natural talent for magic, or tried and failed enough to seem like he knew what he was doing. As a result, his family, more specifically his father, supported his efforts and pursuit of the mastery of the arcane arts. After learning all he could at home Mordekai set off to various parts of the kingdom both near and far, learning all that he could from masters and teachers. Once he felt he learned all he could from an academic point, he joined the kings army, hoping to find exciting ways to use his magic and get the chance to adventure, as well as be the first to tame (hopefully) the majestic hydra. Without dying of course.
Preferred Dragon type: Hydra, and anything deemed "untameable"
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Huntertabbysandshark3
The lord of randomness and the warp
Name: akey nerolorn
Age: 19
Race: tiefling
Gender: male though kinda androgionus
Skills: music/sing, magic bard bullshitery, cooking, and a bit of sword play, some blacksmithing skills,
Occupation: bard magic bullshitery
Appearance:
Personality: overly extrovered akey is kinda sickingly so, though he mostly does it becuse his self confidence is kinda shot so he overcompensated by being unusally nice to everyone else around him.
History: tba (too lazy right now ok)
Preferred Dragon type: doesn’t exactly have one... though he as a inkling something follows him around
Age: 19
Race: tiefling
Gender: male though kinda androgionus
Skills: music/sing, magic bard bullshitery, cooking, and a bit of sword play, some blacksmithing skills,
Occupation: bard magic bullshitery
Appearance:
Personality: overly extrovered akey is kinda sickingly so, though he mostly does it becuse his self confidence is kinda shot so he overcompensated by being unusally nice to everyone else around him.
History: tba (too lazy right now ok)
Preferred Dragon type: doesn’t exactly have one... though he as a inkling something follows him around
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The True Plague
Lord Doctor of the Plague
Name: Jack Heartsong
Age: 32
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Skills: Is particularly deadly with a pair of curved sabers, but can use a variety of knives and simple weapons to a reasonable amount of competency. Knows how to maintain his own equipment, and improvise a few things when he doesn't have exactly what he needs. Has basic cooking skills mainly because it gives him something to learn.
Occupation: Formerly a mercenary of mild renown, now just a soldier looking for a more stable environment than wandering from skirmish to skirmish.
Appearance:
Personality: A somewhat cliche personality for a merc is an easy way to describe him. Gruff, a bit stern, and overall a right arse if you annoy him. However, it is said there isn't anyone else you'd want by your side, according to his previous employers. Loyal to the contract over the money. The only value he can't stand to betray or see betrayed is loyalty. If he could resist triple pay to avoid betraying a client, he can expect others to stand by their words. This occasionally can lead to a scuffle.
History: Born approximately thirty two winters ago, Jack Heartsong was brought into this world in a remote village. There's nothing of note that occurs from this point, until he was six, which is when his father began to teach him how to hunt and how to tend to the land. Simple village things. He killed his first deer, alone, at the age of thirteen. Which was a bit slower progress than him or his father would've liked, but to be fair, he wasn't exactly a spiteful child. He preferred playing with the other children over stalking wee beasties among the brush with his pa. However, in the confusing and terrible experience oft referred to as puberty, he had a fair bit of anger and angst to work out of his system, and threw himself into his learning to hunt.
When he hit seventeen, he left home, wanting more than what a simple village life could give him. He headed for the border of the neighboring country, living off the land to the best of his abilities when he wasn't in a town or village. Even a hamlet would do in a pinch. He was eighteen when he made it to the border, witnessing a small skirmish between what could be called generic looking bandits, and he assumed either the guards of the nearest city, or perhaps actual soldiers. It didn't matter to him. He joined in... And got absolutely thrashed in his first ever fight. So much for the whole 'I'm invincible' mindset of youth. When he awoke two days later, he was admonished by the old man in charge of the group of soldiers. Really foolish of him, yeah... However, given he clearly had a desire for it, he was given a spot as the lowest of the low in this company. In return, he'd actually receive some training. So for seven long years, he trained, and he fought, and he suffered. Losses hit hard, both the consequences of criminals getting past, and the people he got to know dying. He got to enjoy the occasional praise and the satisfaction of mastering some new trick.
Finally, at twenty five, that urge to wander that led him away from home arose once more. The old man was understanding of it. After all, he was an unofficial official asset of their small fighting force. It was never kicked up to the higher-ups, but anyone working with them knew who he was. There was no heartfelt goodbyes, no teary eyed reveals of being close. All there was, was a simple exchange of words. The old man called him a bastard, and Jack responded kindly with a remark about the old man's mother. As two manly men, they parted ways, satisfied with the work done. For the next six years, he'd wander the border of Althina and Tamriel, diving into combat whenever he saw an opportunity. Sometimes working as a temporary guard for caravans or what could barely be called a town, other times in the employ of what could generously be called overzealous acquisition specialists, or bandits in laymen's terms. Coin is coin after all, and coin pays for alcohol. Alcohol numbs that feeling that he should've stayed in his small village home.
... Anyways, at the end of the sixth year, when he was turning thirty two, he'd heard of people being drafted, or in rare cases, press-ganged into the military forces. He figured perhaps it'd be something he'd actually be satisfied with... Or at the very least, it won't be something he could just drop at a moment's notice. The military typically don't approve of soldiers fucking off into the woods after all.
Preferred Dragon type: Renbo
Age: 32
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Skills: Is particularly deadly with a pair of curved sabers, but can use a variety of knives and simple weapons to a reasonable amount of competency. Knows how to maintain his own equipment, and improvise a few things when he doesn't have exactly what he needs. Has basic cooking skills mainly because it gives him something to learn.
Occupation: Formerly a mercenary of mild renown, now just a soldier looking for a more stable environment than wandering from skirmish to skirmish.
Appearance:
Personality: A somewhat cliche personality for a merc is an easy way to describe him. Gruff, a bit stern, and overall a right arse if you annoy him. However, it is said there isn't anyone else you'd want by your side, according to his previous employers. Loyal to the contract over the money. The only value he can't stand to betray or see betrayed is loyalty. If he could resist triple pay to avoid betraying a client, he can expect others to stand by their words. This occasionally can lead to a scuffle.
History: Born approximately thirty two winters ago, Jack Heartsong was brought into this world in a remote village. There's nothing of note that occurs from this point, until he was six, which is when his father began to teach him how to hunt and how to tend to the land. Simple village things. He killed his first deer, alone, at the age of thirteen. Which was a bit slower progress than him or his father would've liked, but to be fair, he wasn't exactly a spiteful child. He preferred playing with the other children over stalking wee beasties among the brush with his pa. However, in the confusing and terrible experience oft referred to as puberty, he had a fair bit of anger and angst to work out of his system, and threw himself into his learning to hunt.
When he hit seventeen, he left home, wanting more than what a simple village life could give him. He headed for the border of the neighboring country, living off the land to the best of his abilities when he wasn't in a town or village. Even a hamlet would do in a pinch. He was eighteen when he made it to the border, witnessing a small skirmish between what could be called generic looking bandits, and he assumed either the guards of the nearest city, or perhaps actual soldiers. It didn't matter to him. He joined in... And got absolutely thrashed in his first ever fight. So much for the whole 'I'm invincible' mindset of youth. When he awoke two days later, he was admonished by the old man in charge of the group of soldiers. Really foolish of him, yeah... However, given he clearly had a desire for it, he was given a spot as the lowest of the low in this company. In return, he'd actually receive some training. So for seven long years, he trained, and he fought, and he suffered. Losses hit hard, both the consequences of criminals getting past, and the people he got to know dying. He got to enjoy the occasional praise and the satisfaction of mastering some new trick.
Finally, at twenty five, that urge to wander that led him away from home arose once more. The old man was understanding of it. After all, he was an unofficial official asset of their small fighting force. It was never kicked up to the higher-ups, but anyone working with them knew who he was. There was no heartfelt goodbyes, no teary eyed reveals of being close. All there was, was a simple exchange of words. The old man called him a bastard, and Jack responded kindly with a remark about the old man's mother. As two manly men, they parted ways, satisfied with the work done. For the next six years, he'd wander the border of Althina and Tamriel, diving into combat whenever he saw an opportunity. Sometimes working as a temporary guard for caravans or what could barely be called a town, other times in the employ of what could generously be called overzealous acquisition specialists, or bandits in laymen's terms. Coin is coin after all, and coin pays for alcohol. Alcohol numbs that feeling that he should've stayed in his small village home.
... Anyways, at the end of the sixth year, when he was turning thirty two, he'd heard of people being drafted, or in rare cases, press-ganged into the military forces. He figured perhaps it'd be something he'd actually be satisfied with... Or at the very least, it won't be something he could just drop at a moment's notice. The military typically don't approve of soldiers fucking off into the woods after all.
Preferred Dragon type: Renbo
