Drekasal
King of Dragons
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𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬
placeholder: DRENGNIR
fem - 20s
placeholder: SVENNIR
masc - late teens, early 20s??
fem - 20s
placeholder: SVENNIR
masc - late teens, early 20s??
Abyss
It's lonely in the deep
(Please let me know if there are improvements I should make).
WIP
Roderick Potts
Svennir
coded by natasha.
WIP
Rheuhnar
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Chimeric
strut
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Feral
kinda stupid ngl
Please DM me if you want to have any sort of relationship with Eindride, i.e siblings, sibling-like, friends, mentor figure, parental figure, rivals, etc. I'd appreciate some connections :]
Arvid is a young Horned Scorchtail dragon, only a few months old, he has a personality like a puppy and follows Ein around happily.
Horned Scorchtails aren't that big compared to other dragons, but they sure are vicious. These sleek giants can't breathe fire, only able to produce large amounts of smoke to use in escape. While you might think their most menacing weapons are the flames adorning their horn and tip of their tail, that is really just a light show and hardly burns at all. The real danger about them is their scales. In exchange for giving up the ability to breathe deadly flame, like some dragons similar to them, their scales burn hotter than most, able to burn through armor and dragon scale alike. Scorchtails use their long tails in attack swooping in a U shape, hitting their prey with their scalding long tails in the process, disorienting them and knocking them out of the air. They use a similar process on land when fighting using their tail as a whip. In close combat, both in air and on land they rely mostly on their horns and the extremely hot hooks on their wings, made to hold onto their prey while their horn slowly burns its way through their enemy's vital organs, liquefying those that they didn't directly burn through.
These dragons aren't the strongest but they're considerably clever and fast. They would most likely be a common dragon in stealth missions if it were not for the fact that they glow slightly in the night. Scorchtails are affectionate, to say the least, they quickly learn to lower their body temperature enough not to hurt humans and tend to be very cuddly with everyone, showing off one of their odder characteristics as they did, their ability to purr.
Horned Scorchtails aren't that big compared to other dragons, but they sure are vicious. These sleek giants can't breathe fire, only able to produce large amounts of smoke to use in escape. While you might think their most menacing weapons are the flames adorning their horn and tip of their tail, that is really just a light show and hardly burns at all. The real danger about them is their scales. In exchange for giving up the ability to breathe deadly flame, like some dragons similar to them, their scales burn hotter than most, able to burn through armor and dragon scale alike. Scorchtails use their long tails in attack swooping in a U shape, hitting their prey with their scalding long tails in the process, disorienting them and knocking them out of the air. They use a similar process on land when fighting using their tail as a whip. In close combat, both in air and on land they rely mostly on their horns and the extremely hot hooks on their wings, made to hold onto their prey while their horn slowly burns its way through their enemy's vital organs, liquefying those that they didn't directly burn through.
These dragons aren't the strongest but they're considerably clever and fast. They would most likely be a common dragon in stealth missions if it were not for the fact that they glow slightly in the night. Scorchtails are affectionate, to say the least, they quickly learn to lower their body temperature enough not to hurt humans and tend to be very cuddly with everyone, showing off one of their odder characteristics as they did, their ability to purr.
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Drekasal
King of Dragons
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Worthlessplebian
Worthless pleb
Full name: Helgi Grimssen;
Name meaning: Blessed, Son of Grim;
Age: 41;
Gender identity: Male;
Species: Human;
PHYSICAL
General Appearance: An exceptionally athletic man with a body that betrays his experience. Scars could be easily seen from wounds that time has healed. Normally wearing black to grey tunics and trousers, Helgi alters his combat attire by adorning red garments with blue lamellar segments. Coupled with a layer of chainmail. His round helmet also comes with a chainmail underside. Occasionally can be seen with his seashell necklace. His hair is permanently kept short while his beard is maintained by combing and balms.
Eye colour: Brown;
Hair colour: Dark Brown to Black;
Height: 6'1" aka 180 cm;
Body modifications: None, other than his beard being well-kept with a comb and weekly applying a straightening balm;
ABOUT
Rank: Drengnir;
Dragon: Sverre, The Violet Storm;
Helgi
- Is a capable and experienced warrior;
- Having several years of dealing with Sverre, Helgi learned how to accurately command and coordinate his dragon even if they aren't clearly together;
- Combat prodigy;
Sverre
Sverre has two types of breath attacks, they are: Electric Discharge and Smoke Screen;
-Electric Discharge creates a cone of purple lightning that can paralyse a foe's body to kill them with its' power.;
-Smoke Screen suffocates an area with smoke, limiting a person/creature's ability to see. Sverre is unaffected by this, due to his purple gaze;
Lightspeed Dash is an ability/manoeuvre that Sverre can execute which constructs a thin aura of purple energy around his body that shoots him forward like Thor's lightning;
Personality:
Though Helgi is quite an experienced warrior, his general attitude is not one that befits the role when someone first thinks of a warrior. A man who is lax to others, but strict with himself. One who believes in himself strongly and his partner, Sverre. Because of this disposition, many times he places too much weight on his shoulders which someday will break his back. Helgi, like his ancestor, searches for enlightenment in other facets of the world. Through scripture, scrolls, or whatever source that he could acquire. Quick to drink like his countrymen yet oddly never becoming too inebriated. Helgi and Sverre are quite literally linked at the hip, their brotherly bond is stronger than Gleipnir. Sverre is often distrustful of other draconoids, unnecessarily assertive as well. An interesting activity that Helgi does with Sverre is doing mock fights that allow others to bet on who wins. Unsurprisingly, Sverre has won 115 bouts while Helgi is only a meagre 79.
History:
Helgi Grimssen is the descendent of a frightful warrior and poet who travelled Midgard in search of an artefact that would grant him unimaginable fervour and power. As time marched on, the poet's sanity began to splinter. Though the quest had not been entirely for nought, the knowledge that he accumulated would prove to be unsatisfactory to the obsessed man. Upon his return to the homeland, the madness had locked his mind in a vice. A bloodied clash ensued and the Grimssen line was driven from their fame into relative obscurity. It took generations of tiptoeing around chicken eggs for the respect to return to the lineage. Helgi entered into this world as the fifth son of Grimr. The weakest runt of the litter, Helgi in his time would be often overlooked by the vigils around him. Let it not go unsaid that everyone had been surprised by Helgi's combative abilities. A prodigy that would herald great fortune to the family. The prophecies and expectations have only been partly true as Helgi had been accepted into the ranks of svennir and given his own flying reptile to command.
Unexpectedly Helgi had been a poor dragon rider. Though famed for his pugnacious skillset, the concept of cooperating with his war brother had been an entirely alien idea. It did not help that Sverre at such a young age had been undoubtedly the most excitable & free-spirited dragon. Such discord was between them that a blunder was bound to occur. Then it happened. During a routine flight, the duo's bickering had gotten them lost. Alone, unsure, and inexperienced. This pair of chowderheads continued to bicker. While Sverre is a dragon, his development had not reached a level that could be invincible. Plus the dangers did not only pertain to predation, but matters of resources such as food, water, and shelter from the elements. Helgi had some minor experience in hunting, it would not be enough. Their survival hinged on the fact of them working together. It would be slow at first, however, the two began to warm up to each other. Going so far as to even understand each other without any verbalism. It took them a long time though they did succeed in the end.
As the years passed, Helgi and Sverre became members of the Drengnir and swore to uphold peace in these troublesome times.
Likes:
- Enjoys observing Flytes;
- Often playfully chases Sverre with his long axe;
- Endeavours to learn new languages;
- Sverre is an absolute child for fruits, preferring to eat fruit as a standalone or with his meat;
- Helgi sometimes grabs Sverre by the horns and headbutts the dragon though he always wears his helmet unless drunk. Sverre finds it humorous and plays along;
- Savours the taste of strong mead/beer;
Dislikes:
-Mischief;
-Cowards;
-Divinity;
-Sloppiness;
-Snow (ironic);
-Small animals of the verminous variety;
PLAYER
WorthlessPlebian;
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Soviet Panda
Red Panda Commanda.
Full name: Havardr Isernvargr
Name meaning: Havardr originates in Old Norse and means 'highest guardian'. Isern is the Old English word for iron, and Vargr is a norse word refering to wolves, specifically Fenrir, Hati, and Skol.
Age: 34
Gender Identity: Male
Species: Human
PHYSICAL
Eye color: Brown.
Hair color: Chestnut Brown.
Height: 6'9"
Body modifications: Havardr's arms and back are covered in recordings of deeds deemed worthy of being recorded. From slaying a Jotunn King to his claiming of the head of a gargantuan sea serpent, and even his induction into the Drachednar. All are recorded, staining his arms and back blue with the ink.
Havardr is a monster of a man. Though he claims to come from a long and illustrious line of human warriors, most are certain that there is a smattering of giant's blood in there somewhere, though none are certain who the brave man or woman is.
ABOUT
Rank: Drengnir
Dragon: Dreki, an Omarr Dragon, is just as colossal as his rider with the weight and strength to match, allowing him to crush through just about anything in his path. It is perhaps to everyone's great relief that he is much more even tempered than his rider.
Abilities:
Havardr
History:
Born into a traditionalist village, Havardr was taught at a very young age that nothing was given, that everything must be earned. If they succeeded in a raid against a rival clan, then they had earned the rights to the supplies and plunder from it, and if they did not then clearly they did not deserve it. The land of his birth did not allow for much to grow, and so these raids were common. They fought off many raids, but not all, and returned in kind. His existence, while a violent one, was exceedingly simple, boiled down into two things. Victory, or defeat, each with their own teachings. And that would have been the entirety of his life, had the Vordnir not arrived and swept him and several other promising youths away. The clans did not take kindly to these strangers simply coming in and taking their children, but what is one to say to people who's mounts were dragons? And so, as Havardr was presented to a clutch of eggs alongside the other hopefuls and an excitable and brutish dragon floundered it's way into his grasp, he was inducted, officially, into the ranks of the Vordnir.
Likes:
Name meaning: Havardr originates in Old Norse and means 'highest guardian'. Isern is the Old English word for iron, and Vargr is a norse word refering to wolves, specifically Fenrir, Hati, and Skol.
Age: 34
Gender Identity: Male
Species: Human
PHYSICAL
Eye color: Brown.
Hair color: Chestnut Brown.
Height: 6'9"
Body modifications: Havardr's arms and back are covered in recordings of deeds deemed worthy of being recorded. From slaying a Jotunn King to his claiming of the head of a gargantuan sea serpent, and even his induction into the Drachednar. All are recorded, staining his arms and back blue with the ink.
Havardr is a monster of a man. Though he claims to come from a long and illustrious line of human warriors, most are certain that there is a smattering of giant's blood in there somewhere, though none are certain who the brave man or woman is.
ABOUT
Rank: Drengnir
Dragon: Dreki, an Omarr Dragon, is just as colossal as his rider with the weight and strength to match, allowing him to crush through just about anything in his path. It is perhaps to everyone's great relief that he is much more even tempered than his rider.
Abilities:
Havardr
- Like most Drengnir his age, he is an expert warrior and master rider. In the carnage of the battlefield, Havardr is the undisputed king as he and Dreki bully their way through lesser foes to challenge the greatest opponent worthy of their might.
- Surprisingly adept in bush craft, boasting he once built an entire long house by hand with nothing but his axe.
- Dreki is capable of spitting out either a burning ball of bile that splashes across whatever it hits, or spray a billowing cloud of fire.
- The barbed hooks on Dreki's wings allow for him to be exceptional at grappling even larger opponents.
- Most would expect a gargantuan Omarr wouldn't be to dexterous or have fine tuned motor control. Most would be surprised at Dreki's ability to gently grab a quill and then write with it. A useful skill when one's rider has anger management issues and needs to be restrained and not killed.
History:
Born into a traditionalist village, Havardr was taught at a very young age that nothing was given, that everything must be earned. If they succeeded in a raid against a rival clan, then they had earned the rights to the supplies and plunder from it, and if they did not then clearly they did not deserve it. The land of his birth did not allow for much to grow, and so these raids were common. They fought off many raids, but not all, and returned in kind. His existence, while a violent one, was exceedingly simple, boiled down into two things. Victory, or defeat, each with their own teachings. And that would have been the entirety of his life, had the Vordnir not arrived and swept him and several other promising youths away. The clans did not take kindly to these strangers simply coming in and taking their children, but what is one to say to people who's mounts were dragons? And so, as Havardr was presented to a clutch of eggs alongside the other hopefuls and an excitable and brutish dragon floundered it's way into his grasp, he was inducted, officially, into the ranks of the Vordnir.
Likes:
- Havardr has become rather fond of carpentry and has done several large pieces depicting the forgotten and/or dead gods, and countless other small charms.
- Both man and dragon have developed a taste for bear meat. The former claims it to be the most tender of meats while the latter says that it's truly at it's greatest when burnt black and crunches with each bite.
- Havardr is a good natured brawler, when he chooses to be. It isn't uncommon for him to be sparring with other Dregnir and some of the older, larger, and more skilled Svennir.
- Dreki adores warm baths. It is a challenge to find one large enough for him, but it is worth the effort in his eyes.
- Havardr, if he could help it, would never go to such a miserably hot places such as Muspelheim. Regrettably, his duties force him to go places where the heat is sweltering and seemingly trying to kill him.
- Dreki does not like to be snuck up on, a mistake many make only once.
- Neither Dreki or Havardr have much sympathy for those they deem unsuitable. If he is assigned a Svennir that simply cannot do what is asked of them, he will refuse to teach them any further. The current Hofdingi walks a very fine line when it comes to this. On the one had, they have lead their order well, but on the other they seem to lack the ability to care for themselves.
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bad wolf
do you love my insides? the parts you can’t see?
Heda
Mebi oso na hit choda op nodotaim.
Name
Sigrun Vishara
Name Meaning
'secret'
Age
27
Gender Identity
Feminine
Race
Human
Physical
Sigrun has pale skin, green eyes and shoulder length dark brown hair.
With a toned build, she is of average height (5'7") and can generally be seen wearing warpaint on her face to help her impose a more 'threatening' look.
Sporting minor scars, she has a tribal tattoo on her right shoulder and upper arm.
Rank
Drengnir
Dragon
Eridor
Abilities
Sigrun:
Prefers to use the art of surprise against her enemies and has specialised in certain skills to help her achieve such goals.
She is skilled at remaining unseen when she wishes and blending into crowds when needed.
She is an expert when it comes to sniffing out and collecting information and secrets.
Because of her background as an acrobat, she has excellent smilbing skills, agility and body coordination.
Eridor:
[wip]
Personality
Hailed as a prodigy, Sigrun grew up to be narcissistic and confident.
SHe relentlessly drills herself toward perfection and settles for nothing less from herself or those who server her.
She believes power and domination are the defining traits of strength, she will only help others if she thinks there is some personal gain in the stake.
She has absolute confidence in her abilities and harbours neither pity nor mercy for those she marks as treasonous or inferior.
Her loyalty is difficult to gain.
Sigrun has a distinct lack of empathy and is prone to asserting herself and her authority in a grandiose way.
She is at odds with Eridor more often than she would like to be, it is clear she struggles and butts heads with her dragon counterpart often arguing about how they should approach any situation together.
History
WIP[/]
Likes
- Flying (reminds her of the high wire as a child)
- [wip]
Dislikes
- Fire
- [wip]
Faceclaim
Marie Avgeropoulos
Sigrun has pale skin, green eyes and shoulder length dark brown hair.
With a toned build, she is of average height (5'7") and can generally be seen wearing warpaint on her face to help her impose a more 'threatening' look.
Sporting minor scars, she has a tribal tattoo on her right shoulder and upper arm.
Rank
Drengnir
Dragon
Eridor
Sigrun:
Prefers to use the art of surprise against her enemies and has specialised in certain skills to help her achieve such goals.
She is skilled at remaining unseen when she wishes and blending into crowds when needed.
She is an expert when it comes to sniffing out and collecting information and secrets.
Because of her background as an acrobat, she has excellent smilbing skills, agility and body coordination.
Eridor:
[wip]
Personality
Hailed as a prodigy, Sigrun grew up to be narcissistic and confident.
SHe relentlessly drills herself toward perfection and settles for nothing less from herself or those who server her.
She believes power and domination are the defining traits of strength, she will only help others if she thinks there is some personal gain in the stake.
She has absolute confidence in her abilities and harbours neither pity nor mercy for those she marks as treasonous or inferior.
Her loyalty is difficult to gain.
Sigrun has a distinct lack of empathy and is prone to asserting herself and her authority in a grandiose way.
She is at odds with Eridor more often than she would like to be, it is clear she struggles and butts heads with her dragon counterpart often arguing about how they should approach any situation together.
History
WIP[/]
Likes
- Flying (reminds her of the high wire as a child)
- [wip]
Dislikes
- Fire
- [wip]
Faceclaim
Marie Avgeropoulos
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