Fantasy Rebirth of a World Long Dead [CS][OPEN]

[Raku]

The device was activated around 200 to 250 years ago. So any supernatural creatures made will be dressed with the clothes of that time, will have the knowledge of that time, and will not know a single thing about the modern world. Also, if you are to make 3 characters, 1 of them must be a human. We kinda need some humans to teach the "new" creatures about the modern world. This RP also takes place in Pittsburgh, PA
Human CS
Name :
Age :
Appearance : Please provide a picture and/or an in depth description
Occupation : Lets keep military servicemen/women to a minimum
Personality : Give a decent paragraph please
History : 1+ paragraphs
Likes :
Dislikes :
Other :

Creature CS
Name :
Age : Age when the artifact was activated
Race : Provide a good description if it is one you've made. You're not restricted to ones with a humanoid appearance or posture
Appearance : Again, provide a picture and/or an in depth description
Occupation : Did they have one? If they did, remember, it would be one from 3 to 4 hundred years ago
Personality : Decent paragraph
History : 1+ paragraph
Abilities : If they have anything special like magic or just something that they can do that is specific to their race, put it here
Likes :
Dislikes :
Other :


OoC : https://www.rpnation.com/threads/rebirth-of-a-world-long-dead-ooc-open.335073/

 

[Abana]

Madison Lane
♦73
♦Female
♦Vampire

←Madison Lane →​

a p p e a r a n c e

○Height 5'4"
○Weight 142lbs
○Silver Eyes
○Long black curly hair

p e r s o n a

Quite deadly, Madison doesn't talk much for words only increase certain emotions and she didn't like emotions. She watches everything and listens to every sound, calculating her next move like on a chess board. When flustered or embarrassed, she can either anger easily or become clumsy hence why she avoids speaking to others. It's pretty hard for her to call anyone friend but with a strong will from others, she can befriend them. Even humans.
Positive Traits: Honest... that's pretty much it.
Negative Traits: Greedy and Selfish

b i o

Madison had been 20 years old when she was turned by a master vampire, an ancient of his race. He had taken an interest in her, drawn to her in some way and wanted to claim her as his bride. He wooed her and courted her as any man in that time would've, eventually winning her heart and asking her permission to turn her into a vampire. She readily agreed to the transition but after being turned she became bloodthirsty although her new husband loved that even more. after 53 years, Madison didn't wake from her slumber, when she did awaken she had been placed in a cell with some kind of mask over her mouth and her hands bound to a wall. A human had stepped to the cell and said "after centuries you creatures now walk the Earth again. Pity." It wasn't until later she had found out that her husband was in that same cell only he wasn't alive like her, his fangs had been yanked out and his corpse was a burned and bloody mess. Madison has hated humans ever since and it didn't take much to break her own arms and escape the chains then to hunt down all the humans within the facility. Oh and she learned what the mask was called, a gas mask.

e x t r a

Abilities : As fast and strong as any vampire should be, she can also put humans in a trance and make them see what she wants them to see.

Occupation : She used to be a prostitute for what better way to feed than with wanton men, of course she never had intercoirse with any of these men because she drained them before they could do anything. Now she has no profession.

|||Likes|||
•Blood
•Spying
||Dislikes||
•Humans to an extent.
•Liars.

Other: Madison keeps the gas mask on because it frightens her victims before she shows her teeth.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

"Imaji..."
"...and Smorc!"
​

Physical Information

= Race =
"We are timeless... We are the beast in every living thing. We are darkness."
"We are the Beastlord."
The beastlord once was one powerful being. It commanded the dark beasts, creatures created by it. These beasts are feral and will attack anything they see. They are very powerful, not in a magical way, but physical. However, as the beastlord got beheaded, its head and body formed two beings. Those two are the same, yet seperated. It is the beastlords new appearance.


=Appearance=
The beastlord has a unique appearance. Imaji and Smorc however differ greatly in the way they look. While Imaji´s body looks somewhat dainty, being average human height and even though not looking too human, Imaji appears to be female.
On the other hand, Smorc towers at a height of double a human´s. he is broad and looks very strong. Smorc looks even less human, but appears to be male.

Personal Information

= Occupation =
/

= Personality =
Imaji is the cunning part, intelligent and deceiving. She knows tricks and traps. Her tongue is twisted and she knows how to make people hate each other without her having any fault, at least seemingly. She seems very innocent at first, but she is not. However, Imaji is not generally hostile.

Smorc is a little simpler. Smorc does not understand many things, but what he knows is smashing. He is strong and knows how to use that. Other than that, he follows Imajis orders.

= Likes =
There is little that Imaji enjoys more than to cause distrust among humans. Smorc meanwhile is a huge fan of smashing things, especially living ones.

= Dislikes =
Imaji hates not to get her will, while Smorc hates, if Imaji is unhappy.

Powers

Imaji and Smorc posses multiple powers.

Beastlord
As the beastlord, Imaji and Smorc have the ability to create dark beasts, as well as have them follow their orders.
The beasts will remain until they are killed, eventually repopulating if they meet a suitable mate of their species.
They are like any other feral animal in behaviour, except for the fact that they listen exactly to the orders of the beast lord. The distance does not appear to matter. The beasts posses a kind of hive mind in that regard.

Dark beasts are about one and a half times the size of a fully grown lion and posses insane physical strength.
Their body is immune to poison and similar substances, but everything that inflicts normal damage, like impact,
pressure, temperature and similar works just fine. A dark beast will die, if the head is crushed. That means, it still lives on when decapitated, as long as the head remains intact.

Conceal
Imaji and Smorc are able to conceal their true form. They will then hide in a human appearance. Imaji will then appear as a beautiful human female of average size, while Smorc will appear as handsome, yet bulky human male,
tall, but not suspiciously tall. They both have purple hair and red eyes, when in human appearance. Their clothes will automatically be matched to the humans in their surroundings.

Fast and Strong
Imaji possesses a speed in reaction and movement, that goes past human peak condition. It is not "superhuman",
but still high.
Smorc meanwhile possesses inhuman strength, to a point where he could easily lift and throw something like a car.

When concealed, this power gets tuned down, leaving both at the limit of peak human condition.

History

The beastlord existed far longer than a normal being would. It existed for centuries, without being hostile. The beastlord and its beasts lived in their habitat peacefully for long time. That was,
until the humans came. With brute force and large armies, they pushed forward into the beast´s territory and took it over, piece by piece.

Of course the beasts would not go down without a fight and the beastlord itself did its best to fight back the human plague. The humans however, just being the way they are, saw the beastlord as threat to the humanity, could not understand its reasons. So they sent out all they had, their best warriors, to fight it. In a long fight, it finally fell,
getting beheaded by nobody less than the king. With that the humans saw the threat as dealt with. The beastlord was dead.

But they were mistaken. Shortly after, the beastlords body moved. It changed in appearance. And so did its chopped off head. The head shaped into a being itself, just as the headless body. They created two creatures, that still were one. The head became Imaji, the intelligent, thinking part. The body became Smorc, the strong physical part.Yet,
the beastlord did not rush to take their revenge. They prepared over the course of years. In the process of that,
the artifact was activated and the beastlord was taken from this world. But it is to be released again, once the artifact is found and used.

 

[Raku]

How should I put this? Umm, welcome back! William H. Hollen

Name : William H. Hollen
Age : 27
Appearance : William stands at 6' flat and weighs around 190 lbs. His eyes, which are usually covered by a pair of aviators, are a very bright golden-orange color that almost glow. Most of the time he keeps a slight stubble for facial hair and his hair is spiked towards the front. Common apparel consists of a white or grey t-shirt with a black vest over top that is almost always unbuttoned. On the lower half is usually a pair of jeans or cargo shorts. William seems to always have a pair of headphones on him along with his phone. Despite looking like a rather normal person, William is actually surprisingly fit. He kinda had to be in order to get to not only the artifact but also many other finds of his.

Occupation : Previously an explorer, he now works as a local librarian. He's used this new job as a way to hide from reporters or people who may want him dead.

Personality : William can be a rather odd individual. If you really thought of it, the artifact could have messed with his head. The most common site of his supposed mental instability is when he is in a conflict of sorts. He seems to always have a grin on his face, even when in some "trouble". Past this he's actually a rather normal guy with a twist. He loves to learn, especially about the world he just brought back. He is energetic, and rather adventurous. One thing he loves more than learning is gonna be joking. He absolutely loves a good chuckle. One things for certain, never, EVER, give him anything caffeinated.

History : Lets skip past the boring beginning years and get to the interesting stuff. William was not so much publicly known as an explorer but he was more of a private worker. An expeditionist for hire if you'd like to put it that way. He would be hired by someone who had found something historic and he would assist them you go on the venture by himself with a small crew of his own. Some of his most known works pale in comparison to the most recent. This thing didn't have a name, but in an ancient (350 year old) text, he found something about this device that was used to basically delete the supernatural creatures that were once common.

Being the adventurous and curious type he is, William went on his own adventure. With no one with him, he made the dangerous venture up a mountain in the Andes were the device was supposedly located. His trip paid off when he found it deep inside of a cave. Upon contact with the artifact it collapsed and so did he. When he woke he felt different, much different. He found out soon enough that he had been infused with the powers of probably every creature inside that device. William discovered that his eyes had actually changed color. They went from their original icy blue to a now very vibrant golden-orange color. He didn't really announce it publicly but government officials had found out about his expedition. They announced it to the public, saying that they sent someone named "William Hollen" to the site of the object. Though no visual evidence was given during this announcement, many news stations found a picture and tried to track his location. He's been on the run from them for about 2 weeks now, seeing as he did it about 3 weeks ago. In those two weeks he's dealt with a few feral creatures in his travels. Escaping to rural Pennsylvania, he's quite sure they won't find him there.

Likes : New things, new people, joking, many things
Dislikes : People who complain too much, people who ask too many questions, stuck-up people
Other : Be wary of his ways. Also something to note, he has the abilities of any supernatural creature that was contained in the artifact.

 

[Raku]

Definitely not your ordinary wolf Karan

Name : Karan
Age : 133
Race : Karan is a beast. Beasts appear to be normal animals but much larger and much more intelligent. Beasts can live for up to 500 years. They have the capability of speech, reading, and learning as a human would. They are still quadrupedal and possess paws as a normal animal would. They are a rather simple race; giant, intelligent animals. They share the instincts and everything.

Appearance : Just imagine a much bigger version of this wolf and you have Karan. He stands 6' at the shoulders and his fur is a pitch black. Not much else is really needed to describe him.

Occupation : N/A
Personality : Karan tends to be a rather serious ma- wolf. He is extremely intelligent (from his time). He doesn't like to joke at all, in fact, he despises joking, seeing it as a 'waste of time and breath'. He likes to be around others, more so if they are intelligent and capable of a civilized conversation. Sure it may seem weird walking down the street with a giant wolf talking about how the Earth is being destroyed by the modern world, but he doesn't see it that way at all. Of course, this is because he is from a time where seeing things like him were normal. If there is one thing he hates more than joking it would have to be wolf hunters. I mean seriously, your literally looking at a giant wolf that understands and speaks English.

History : Not much can be said about Karan. Back when he was around, Karan was one of the only beasts in the area. He is a town native, though it wouldn't be known because he's been gone for hundreds of years. He was there when people showed up and he was worshiped by the natives. Rather than hunt and kill him, the colonists were actually amazed by this. Beasts are very rare so they had a reason to be. He was educated by them and learned the English language. A few decades after he basically became one of the most intelligent individuals in town, the artifact was activated and he disappeared. Now back, he is curious about the new world. He's already seen quite a bit of it in the few weeks he's been back, but there's always something else.

Abilities : Karan doesn't have much for special abilities. He's just intelligent, and a giant wolf.

Likes : Intelligent conversation, others
Dislikes : Joking, wolf hunters, what people are doing to the modern world.
Other : There's probably something to put here, but I don't know what.

 

[Tonstad39]

Name : John Holden

Age: 22

Race : Tauren

Appearance: 6'5 and of naturally stocky build. Brownish fur with six inch long horns that curve upwards. He sometimes wears a long cloth that they had given him at the hospital he worked at. His muzzle and digigrade hooves are akin to that of a bull, but his furred three fingered hand as well as posture make him distinctly humanoid.

Occupation: Apprentice of Wizard

Personality : His persona prior to him getting Amnesia was kind and docile. He came off as being very wise beyond his years and interested in the ways of life of other people as well as the universe at large. Now, he is a near blank slate while still retaining his kind docile personna.

History: John was born origionally in 1745 and brought up by a family of coach builders while being the third out of nine children. He was the first of his family's generation to attend school and learn to read–a privilage not enjoyed by everyone in the colonies at that time.

While he was part of a minority of creatures in the then colony of Pennsylvania, he wasn't quite different when compared with other non-humans. In 1763 after years of saving, his family sent Nathan to university so he could study to become a master wizard.

A week prior to the divice's activation, He was one of many apprentices for the healing mage at a community hospital. Unfortunately however, while handling anti-pneumonia potions he had managed to fall down a wooden staircase leading to the first story of the hospital. A deadly side effect of the potion is that the fluid seeped into his skull and wrecked havoc in his brain. This caused him to be in a coma for several days and when he awoke, he had all of his memory for amnesia had developed.

Now in the modern world, the injured bull man clops about the Pennsylvania countryside not remembering who he was, what he did or even his own family. Peiodically racked by throbbing, he avoids roads at all cost often sneaking onto farmland where cattle graze for that's his closest guess in terms of what who he knew when he had his memory.

Abilities : Is still able to do some fire spells as well as healing spells for cuts.

Likes: fields, quiet, Helping out and fitting in with others

Dislikes: Cars, humans and lighting powers

Other: Prior to him getting amnesia, he also knew teleportation spells as well as amateur grade telepathy.

 

[Raku]

Where the hell did my parents pull my name from? Conall "Cy" Yashima

Name : Conall "Cy" Yashima
Age : 20
Appearance : Conall has a decent stature. Standing at 5'11" and weighing around 180 pounds, he sports an athletic build with decent amount of muscle. He has long, straight blonde hair that he pulls back in a ponytail. His eyes are a cold, icy blue color. Conall boasts a decent sized scar from his childhood on the right side of his face.


Occupation : Cashier at a gas station. Night shift.

Personality : To be honest, Conall is somewhat introverted. He doesn't like to socialize with anyone outside his little group of friends. When it comes to meeting new people he is quiet and pretty slow to warming up to them. This is probably due to the fact he was isolated most of his life. When talking to those he is comfortable with he can be described as being a joker of sorts. Though he doesn't always do it, he likes to have and make some fun, even if it's out of nothing. Inside, he hates being bored. This has lead him to some hobbies that few people do due to the fact you could die easily while doing it. He enjoys the risks life can bring, and takes those risks with a grin. Something notable, get him anything caffeinated and you basically become his best friend.

History : This Canadian-American was born and raised in the middle of nowhere in the wilderness of north Maine. He was an only child and was home schooled, so he never really got to interact with many people. When he was young, his best friend was actually their dog Steel. Steel was a large Siberian Husky. The two were basically inseparable, until Steel died of course. A few years passed after Steel's passing and Cy, a nickname his parents gave him, recovered from it. At this point he was 17. That same year he decided to move out and go a bit more south. He moved into downtown Pittsburgh and got a night job at a gas station not to far from his apartment. It all worked out, his landlord even allowed pets, but Conall hasn't got one yet. In his 3 years of living there he's gained a few friends from a hobby he picked up, parkour. He's gotten pretty good to say the least. The reappearance of all these crazy creatures hasn't really fazed him much. Sure, he's a little iffy around them, but he isn't against them. Actually, he is a little nervous and scared of them.

Likes : Dogs, parkour, his phone, quiet places (hard to get in Pittsburgh), rap and metal music
Dislikes : Being bored, the supernatural, cars
Other : Extra points to whoever recognizes the faceclaim.

 

[Vampiricdoll]

Name: Alex (Alexis) Ryder
Age: 21
Appearance:

Appearance Description: Her height is 5'4" & weighs 134 lbs. She has long, flowing, black hair, bright brown eyes, pale skin and a fair complexion.

Occupation: Alex works as an author. She started her career early in life, around middle school she had her first book published, and by the graduation of high-school, she was fairly known by many and enough so to make a decent living.

Personality: Alex has a very introverted personality. She likes to keep to herself and doesn't like to bother others with her problems. However, despite her fairly secluded nature, she is very kind to others that she meets and does her best to not act snobby. Her reserved personality often drives people away from talking to her, thinking that she is stuck-up and rude. (Most of the time it is fans wanting an autograph or signed book & such.)

History: As I said before, Alex's career started off early in her life. Even though she was making herself known to the world, that didn't stop the harshness of middle school. During the time, along with her career, she had a point of depression and anxiety, caused by some of the students also in her school. That part of her life never left her, even if she hides it well.

Likes: Writing, Poetry, animals, summer dresses, etc.

Dislikes: Water, Heights, most bugs, The supernatural.

Other: The reason for her dislikes are mostly fears. She has a fear of water because she cannot swim, heights because she has a fear of heights, and the supernatural because she knows from research that there are more dangerous creatures than harmless ones.

(I hope this is suitable! Fun fact about me: I actually live in PA!!)

 

[ManyFaces]

Name: Orvell

Age : 127 years

Race :
Doppelganger/Shapeshifter

Appearance :

About 5'5 unless he's standing on the tips of his tentacles, fully tensed, he's 6'0 hair/fur/feathers/ect turns blue at the roots when mimicking.

Occupation : They would steal the job from the person or even animal they took the appearance of

Personality : Orvell is different from how they were in the past. They enjoy humans, could even say jealous not that they'd admit it. They're a bit eccentric too, enjoying collecting rocks, also a bit fidgety and shakey. However when they take the role of another, they so with such profession and focus that it'd be hard to tell the difference. Orvell still has moments where their true personality might poke through their disguise, stressing them out isn't a pretty sight. Ye they're usually pretty composed.

History : Orvell never knew their family. They were most likely taken out once they were discovered to have murdered people and taken their identity. This left Orvell out on their own, hatching into a cold world. Doppelgangers were rare, maybe bordering on extinct. Orvell never really fit in anywhere and took up a nomadic life style. There they learned many forms since their original was seen as a hideous monstrosity and would usually be attacked on siht. This is how Orvell learned to adapt and become one with their surroundings.
After being sucked up by some magical box, Orvell didn't really have a hard time getting a few identities. There were a few missing people, pets, and kids. However Orvell was never caught, they were actually surprised anyone noticed the missing people. The new world was strange.

Abilities :

• Shapeshifting is their mos useful ability, Orvell can take form of anything and anyone also allowing them to become inanimate objects with the ability to move. This power does has it's limits.
• Mimicry, can make just about any sound imaginable. But cannot understand what it means necessarily.
• Superhuman strength and agility added to their form if summoned forth.

Likes : Television, Mimicking others, Animals, Junk food, Collecting rocks

Dislikes : Being mimicked, showing their true form, Being insulted, cameras

Other :

• When taking the appearance of another being their internal structures do not change unless they really focus.
• Can use the abilities if what appearance taken. But cannot mimic skills learned.
• Will break to true form if attempting to take form of an illusion
• Bleeds pink blood with a sulphur-like odor

 

[Tonstad39]

Name : Privateer
Age : 80
Race : Skeleton (was once human)
Appearance : yellowed bones and wearing nothing as was what his master gave him when he was first bought.
Occupation : slave
Personality : Selfless and obedient as he had been brainwashed to be. Is willing to accept any direction from anyone to fulfil his peonage.

History : He was a skilled woodsman who retired amid Cholera sympoms of whitch he died of at the age of 62. His grave was raided a few years later by necromancers looking for slaves for their field. His soul was divined out of the heavenly plane back into that of a skeleton. He was enslaved for a good 12 years alongside lychan, dwarven and even elven skeletons.

He was given the name Privateer after a regiment of boats and spent his existance doing whatever his master told him. Even if he had to be mind controlled or severly punished in the process. This process had grounded him down into an eternal peon and anything from pition sorting to tending to the plantation was done by him with no questions asked.

When the dovice was activated, he and the other slaves had vanished much to the necromancer's dismay. Now in the modern world, the long brainwashed Privateer has no master and no one to take direction from. Now that slavery has been abolished he has tried desperately to recreate what he was inculcated to do. So much so as to not even be willing to hold money, he has tried many areas and places, but there isn't a market for him.

Abilities : even though he only weighs 20 pounds, he can carry 300. Has slight levitation skills and has indestructible bones, but his power is weaker the fewer bones he has.
Likes : Directions, structure and helping out
Dislikes : remaining unused, rehabilitation services and unpredictability
Other : was punished by being forcefully dissassembled by other mind controlled skeletons

 

[astrodrak]

KENDRA DRASKE​

• General Info
• Appearance
• Personality
• Backstory
• Other

• 
  Name : Kendra “The Brutal” Draske
  
  Age : 2,487 (27 in dragon years)
  
  Race : Dragon
  
  Occupation : Before the artifact was activated, Kendra was basically the Queen of a small town, if you consider that an occupation.
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  Kendra stands at approximately fifteen feet and six inches tall. (compared to a six foot tall man | compared to Dri - Kendra's the one on the right in both of those)
• 
  Kendra is extremely overconfident in her physical prowess, believing herself to be one of the most powerful creatures to ever be born. This is completely untrue, of course; Kendra is, admittedly, very powerful, but she’s still far from the top.
  
  She is arrogant, and while she typically doesn’t enjoy bragging aloud, the dragoness still makes her belief that she is stronger than just about anyone else very clear. This trait often gets her into trouble with others who are equally self-assured, and makes it difficult for the humble and wise to tolerate her.
  
  Kendra is impulsive and quick to jump to violence, even if a peaceful solution is in sight and easily acquired. She will always take the route that involves murdering others whenever possible, even if that makes winning more difficult.
  
  She is surprisingly intelligent and far more knowledgeable than many would expect, mainly because of how long she has lived. She exceeds primarily in battle tactics, having fought in a great many wars and commanded a great many troops, and was actually promoted to a general during one particular war. However, Kendra still struggles in many other fields thanks to her overconfidence - primarily socialization - and typically relies on others to ensure her success.
  
  She tends to come across as rude and abrupt, thanks to her caustic and teasing sense of humor, and often gets on other’s nerves with her witty manner of speech. A scarce few actually find her charming and amusing, however, and these few are usually the handful of people she bothers to befriend.
  
  Kendra is surprisingly flirty for a dragon, and while she certainly isn’t the most romantic gal out there, she knows her way around the block when it comes to love. Unlike most of her species, she doesn’t really care about her partner’s gender; she’s up for dating pretty much anyone.
  
  While at a glance, Kendra may seem nothing more than obnoxious and overconfident, she can actually be surprisingly sweet to those she cares about, not to mention overprotective. She can be very motherly around friends she deems weaker than her (which basically means all of them) and treats them as children, in that they must be protected at all costs. Like most dragons, she is also incredibly loyal, and will fight to the death for those she loves.
  
  (tl;dr) In summary, Kendra is way too confident and frustratingly obnoxious, but still surprisingly intelligent in most subjects. She prefers to solve her problems using violence rather than diplomacy, often landing her in dangerous situations, and tends to come across as rude thanks to her offensive sense of humor and manner of speech. She is far more flirty than most dragons, and doesn’t care about her partner’s gender, be them male, female, or anything in between. She is kind and motherly towards those she loves, and tends to be a tad overprotective of them. She is extremely loyal and will die for those she loves without a second thought.
  
• 
  Kendra hatched deep in a cavern among the peaks of the Appalachian Mountains. She had one sibling - a brother, a runt, a miscolor, whom bore the name Towres. Kendra disliked him at first for his small size and strange black scales, but over the years, the two grew close, and were soon inseparable.
  
  Their mother kept a watchful eye on the pair while their father spent his days hunting, ensuring the family had enough food to survive each season. Like all dragons, they kept a glimmering hoard of gold tucked within the cave system, well-guarded by traps her mother and father had set. Most dragons raised their children in a cave separate from where they kept their gold so as to protect their offspring from raiders, but Kendra’s parents couldn’t afford to stray too far from the Appalchians - dragon slayers and hunters of the supernatural lurked outside of the mountain range, making it far too dangerous to search for another cavern.
  
  And so, the hatchlings lived peacefully alongside their parents, undisturbed by humans and other supernatural beings. They were wellfed, thanks to their father’s agility and speed, and well-protected, thanks to their mother’s power and strength. Life was good.
  
  Kendra and Towres spent their free time wrestling and training with their mother, learning to hunt and fight. Kendra excelled in combat, while Towres was better at the written tests their father gave them. Unlike her brother, Kendra disliked reading scrolls and writing, and often failed these exams - Towres sucked at fighting, though, so, it evened out.
  
  When the twowere finally old enough to breathe fire and fly, they were allowed to accompany their father on a hunting expedition. Their stayed back to guard the hoard, watching from the entrance with a smile as the two youngsters winged after their father cheerfully, spitting sparks at one another in play.
  
  They both got their first catch that night, thanks to their father - it was a doe, which Towres and Kendra had successfully managed to take down together. After lounging about on the cliffs for a while, the trio headed home, the children working together to carry the doe back to the cave with wide grins, pride embroidered on their faces.
  
  When they returned home, however, they were unnerved to find their mother was missing - she was not lying near the entrance in wait like usual. Worried, their father told them to stay near the mouth of the cavern while he investigated.
  
  He did not return.
  
  Kendra and Towres waited for hours before finally snaking into the cave fearfully, unsure of what horrific fate had befallen their parents. It was not long before the celebratory cries of men met their ears, and they clambered forwards to find a troop of dwarves surrounding her mother and father. Most of them were dead or dying, their bodies littering the ground in charred lumps - only a handful remained, though the few had managed to defeat their parents thanks to their brethren’s sacrifices.
  
  Their were tied up, alive but barely, their scaly bodies covered in cuts and lashes. One of the dwarves tightly grasped a whip, and Kendra immediately recognized him as the leader of the group.
  
  With a furious roar, she leapt forwards, blasting the whip-holder with a ray of fire, Towres dashed in after her, pinning the smallest of the group with ease and tearing out his throat.
  
  The cluster of dwarves turned to face the hatchlings panickedly - the two may have been mere children, but a pair of well-trained baby dragons can easily overpower a group of ten or so men.
  
  Kendra felt a dagger dig into her shoulder, her tail immediately whipping forward lash at her attacker, the spikes along it cutting through his skin with ease. Her wings unfolded and spread out, knocking back another pair of dwarves as the leader’s screams of pain silenced in death. She grabbed the whip from his smoking hands and spat liquid fire onto it, melting it down to the handle.
  
  The battle did not last long - only one or two dwarves managed to escape with their lives while Kendra and Towres vanquished the rest. They cut their parents free and spent the next few days working together to keep everyone fed while their mother and father rested, healing.
  
  Things returned to normal after that - for the most part, anyway. They had to leave their cavern, since it was practically guaranteed that the dwarven kingdom would send soldiers to avenge those the dragons had killed, if not to at least retrieve the bodies. They carried as much gold as they possibly could to a new, albeit significantly smaller cavern, further towards the foothills of the Appalachians. They were fortunate to have found it - most of the homes in the mountain range were already taken, primarily by other dragons.
  
  Kendra and Towres later learned that the dwarves had given a Title, a proud occurance for any dragon. Kendra had become known as the Brutal while Towres was called the Mighty. Titling is typically used as a passage of adulthood among dragons, wherein their parents send them to terrorize a village or raid a trade route. If they succeed, the victims who survive the attack often use a nickname to describe the dragon who attacked, which spreads among the people, and is then what becomes a “middle name” of sorts for the dragon; Kendra the Brutal, Towres the Mighty. Acquiring a Title at such a young age was quite an achievement for the pair, and they became infamous and feared among the dwarven community, as well as relatively popular among other dragons.
  
  This incident was the primary reason for Kendra’s arrogance; she grew used to being respected by the dragons in her community, and feared by the mortals residing nearby. It fed her ego to a dangerous degree, until she eventually began to see herself as better than others - a poor trait, indeed.
  
  As time went on, Kendra and Towres grew older, until Kendra actually outsized her father. It was then that it was decided it was time for them to leave and head out on their own.
  
  The day they left was a bittersweet one, littered with tears and more goodbyes than a mathematics professor could count. It was several hours before they mustered up the strength to actually leave, and flew away with water dribbling from their eyes.
  
  The two siblings stuck together for most of their journey, so as to ensure they would stand a better chance against any attackers. Kendra knew (or thought, anyway) she could handle anything that was thrown at her, but she knew Towres was much weaker than her thanks to his small size, and she didn’t know what she’d do if she discovered he’d been killed before his adulthood even began.
  
  So, they spent the first day or two of their journey together, each watching the other’s back. Eventually, Towres found a nice place to stay, not too far from a friendly kingdom that welcomed the supernatural - dragons included. Kendra didn’t see how Towres could stand to live among humans, but she knew they would keep him safe, so the dragoness didn’t complain.
  
  After a lengthy goodbye and even more tears, the two split up as Kendra headed out in search of a new home. She travelled for a day or two, remaining within Pennsylvania so as to ensure she could still visit her parents and brother whenever she wished without too long of a flight.
  
  Eventually, her eyes landed upon a relatively small village tucked into a tranquil valley. It was tiny enough that it conquering it would be easy, but large enough that it likely boasted a decent supply of gold - plus, she found a nice little cavern just a few miles away, resting in the mountains surrounding the valley.
  
  With the lure of gold too powerful for a dragon such as herself to resist, Kendra landed in the middle of a bustling marketplace within the town, scaring its residents half to death. Screams echoed throughout the village as the humans, dwarves, and elves that called it home tried to flee from Kendra. She watched them lazily, an amused smile crossing her maw as one man tried to rush her with a sword - if you could call it a sword, anyway. The so-called “weapon” bounced against her scales harmlessly.
  
  “Don’t bother,” She growled, knocking the man over with her tail. He let out a cry of pain before rising to his feet, grabbing the sword, and taking off.
  
  She watched him flee before raising her head to the sky and letting out a massive roar, momentarily rising to two feet and unfolding her wings to come across as intimidating as possible. “Send me your leader!” She shrieked, her call splitting the air with earth-shaking ferocity. “I don’t mean any harm, but I won’t hesitate to set this town ablaze if you don’t listen!”
  
  She fell back to all fours, lowering her head as a sign of peace. For once, murdering everyone was the last thing she wanted to do - she just wanted their gold, and if she set the town on fire, that would be kind of difficult to get.
  
  Kendra looked up, spotting a fancy carriage pulled by a pair of stags riding toward her. She smiled, sitting down as she awaited its arrival, curious as to whether it was the mayor of the town or some wannabe knight hoping to slay her.
  
  The vehicle stopped some distance ahead of her, an elf dressed in regal garments stepping out of it and approaching Kendra warily. A group of guards filtered out of the carriage and followed him, their posture lacking fear, much to Kendra’s surprise.
  
  The elf, evidently the leader of the town, stopped and bowed before her, the guards following suit. “Greetings, dragon.” He called up to her. “I am King Eldesken. What is it you wanted me for?”
  
  Kendra grinned, revealing her yellowing, dagger-like teeth. “It’s a pleasure meeting you, Eldesken.” She purred, her deep, oily voice resonating through the town. “ As for your query, I’ll make this quick - I want you to hand over half of your town’s supply of gold to me, right now. No questions asked. And then, I want you to wheel a wagon-full of gold as well as at least ten sheep up to the foothills of the mountains once a week. If you do that for me, I will spare your town and allow you and your citizens to live.” She craned her head upwards, narrowing her emerald eyes at the king.
  
  He stood there for a moment, deep in thought as he gazed up at Kendra. The dragoness was fortunate she had attacked this village specifically, for Eldesken was a kind and merciful man. His army, which was larger than one would expect, was certainly well-equipped enough that they could likely defeat the dragon. However, he knew the battle would result in the deaths of dozens, if not hundreds, of his citizens, and that was a thought he could not bear. He loved his people dearly, and the thought of losing so many of them horrified him. Besides, he did not value gold nearly as much as he did the lives of his subjects. And so, he agreed.
  
  Kendra spent the next few decades lounging about in her cavern, guarding her hoard and feasting on the sheep Eldesken provided her. Her life was easy, and on the few days she didn’t spend sleeping and eating, she visited her family and catching up on things with them.
  
  Towres had become a valued citizen among the city he lived in, where he worked as a scholar, teaching others about a variety of things - primarily astronomy. Their parents had taken over a village of their own, and were currently working to regrow their hoard, having lost their former one to the dwarves.
  
  Things were running very smoothly for Kendra and her family - life was easy, their bellies full and their hearts warm.
  
  And then Kendra woke up one morning to find two centuries had passed.
  
  She was no longer resting in a cavern, but on a cliff - it appeared as though an earthquake had wrecked the mountainside and demolished her former home. The village she had claimed was now a massive city, reeking of oil and humans. Massive towers made of a metallic substance towered over large buildings and pathways dominated by screaming metal monsters. Giant, stinking birds made out of the same metal soared overhead, trails of smoke emitted by their wings.
  
  Kendra was horrified and confused - panicking, she flew straight toward Towres’ home, dodging past a variety of cities in order to get there. She never seemed to escape the metal dogs running along the gray pathways beneath her - they were everywhere. One of the giant birds soared past her at one point, much to the dragon’s dismay.
  
  Eventually, she arrived at the city Towres had lived in. She soared over it, roaring his name, paying no mind to the weird giant bugs with spinning wings that were beginning to surround her. He was nowhere to be seen, much to her terror - had the monsters killed him? Had he already left?
  
  She suddenly heard a cry come from behind her, and turned to see another dragon hovering not too far away. “You know Towres?!” She repeated, staring at Kendra with wide blue eyes.
  
  “Yes!” Kendra responded, nodding frantically. “Yes, I do! Where is he?! Have you seen him?!” She asked hopefully, diving towards the other dragon as one of the giant bugs flew dangerously close to her neck.
  
  “N-No, I’ve been looking for him for hours now,” The dragoness responded. She was obviously just as shaken as Kendra was. “I don’t - I just… I woke up, and now everything’s all crazy,” She covered her face with her talons, her voice shaking. “And Towres was gone and I can’t find him and-”
  
  “Hey, hey, calm down,” Kendra rasped, coiling her tail around the other dragon’s leg, trying to soothe her. “It’s alright. I’m his sister. I’ll help you find him,” She assured her.
  
  The other dragon pulled her claws away from her face, her eyes widening. “O-Oh! You’re Kendra?!” She gasped. “Towres talked about you all the time! I’m Dri! I’m his apprenti-” She was cut off when something fired from one of the bugs - a rope, of sorts - and latched around her neck, a pained shriek erupting from her jaws.
  
  Kendra leapt into action immediately, grabbing the metal bug-thing and crushing it in her claws before ripping the rope off of Dri’s neck. She curled her tail around the other dragon’s leg and took off, leading her away from the city and into the surrounding woods.
  
  The two landed beside a cluster of trees, both breathing heavily from the flight and the startling encounter.
  
  After sitting there for a moment, trying to recover, Kendra spoke up. “So you know Towres?”
  
  Dri nodded, sorrow flooding her eyes. “When I woke up, I headed to his cave to see if he knew why everything changed so much, but he was just - gone!” She spread out her feathery wings for emphasis. “I don’t know if he went to go explore, or - or if someone captured him, or-”
  
  “We’ll find him,” Kendra cut her off, her voice certain and bold. “He probably just left to look around and got caught attacked by those spinny metal bugs.”
  
  “You mean helicopters?” Dri asked, tilting her head to the side curiously.
  
  Kendra frowned, nodding. “I guess… I don’t really know what any of these weird things are called. How’d you know?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
  
  “I met a werewolf while I was looking for Towres, and he told me what he knew about all of the weird stuff that’s going on, including what helicopters are,” Dri explained. “Apparently, everyone who isn’t human got sucked into some artifact, and we’ve all been stuck in it for, like, two hundred and fifty years or something. No one really knows how we were released, though I’ve heard rumors it was some explorer.” The dragoness informed Kendra nervously, her large cat-like ears twitching.
  
  “Wow,” Kendra lifted a claw to her temple, rubbing it in disbelief. “That’s… crazy.”
  
  “Yeah.”
  
  “Well... “ Kendra looked up, her eyes meeting Dri’s. “You wanna help me Towres?”
  
  “Yes, of course!” Dri exclaimed, nodding swiftly.
  
  “Alright,” Kendra said, her bold grin returning. “Let’s go, then.”
  
  The two spent the next few weeks travelling in search of Towres, checking where Kendra’s parents lived, (fortunately her mother and father were still there, much to Kendra’s relief) as well as the entirety of the Appalachian mountains before returning to Pennsylvania to see if he had gone back to his home.
  
  The two are currently sneaking through one of the cities within Pennsylvania, hoping to find Towres there.
  
  
  
  (hoLY CRAP THAT WAS WAY LONGER THAN I MEANT FOR IT TO BE, SORRY I GOT KIND OF CARRIED AWAY, DRI’S BACKSTORY WILL BE WAY SHORTER or it should be anyway but no promises because knowing me i’ll accidentally make it way too long whoops
  
  I SPENT TWO HOURS WRITING THIS AND IT ISN’T EVEN GOOD, AGHHH
  
  sorry if there are typos, i’m too tired to proofread this word vomit :’) rip me)
  
  
  
  
  
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  Abilities : Kendra has all the usual powers you would expect a dragon to have - firebreath, flight, strength, etc. etc.
  
  Likes : Dri, her family, food, gold, expensive/shiny things, fighting
  
  Dislikes : futuristic objects, (cars, planes, phones, etc.) dwarves, big cites, dragon slayers/supernatural hunters, goat meat (literally the only food she won’t eat)
  
  Other : N/A
  

//one down, one to go! woo =D i'll have dri's character sheet up in a day or two, maybe less if i'm up for writing it all today. and again, sorry about the length of kendra's backstory, i really didn't mean for it to be that long lol

edit: ok so there's a bit of a major discrepancy in kendra's backstory/personality, i can't be fucked to fix it right now but i'll alter it after i finish dri's cs

 

[Raku]

KENDRA DRASKE​

• General Info
• Appearance
• Personality
• Backstory
• Other

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  Name : Kendra “The Brutal” Draske
  
  Age : 2,487 (27 in dragon years)
  
  Race : Dragon
  
  Occupation : Before the artifact was activated, Kendra was basically the Queen of a small town, if you consider that an occupation.
  
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  Kendra is extremely overconfident in her physical prowess, believing herself to be one of the most powerful creatures to ever be born. This is completely untrue, of course; Kendra is, admittedly, very powerful, but she’s still far from the top.
  
  She is arrogant, and while she typically doesn’t enjoy bragging aloud, the dragoness still makes her belief that she is stronger than just about anyone else very clear. This trait often gets her into trouble with others who are equally self-assured, and makes it difficult for the humble and wise to tolerate her.
  
  Kendra is impulsive and quick to jump to violence, even if a peaceful solution is in sight and easily acquired. She will always take the route that involves murdering others whenever possible, even if that makes winning more difficult.
  
  She is surprisingly intelligent and far more knowledgeable than many would expect, mainly because of how long she has lived. She exceeds primarily in battle tactics, having fought in a great many wars and commanded a great many troops, and was actually promoted to a general during one particular war. However, Kendra still struggles in many other fields thanks to her overconfidence - primarily socialization - and typically relies on others to ensure her success.
  
  She tends to come across as rude and abrupt, thanks to her caustic and teasing sense of humor, and often gets on other’s nerves with her witty manner of speech. A scarce few actually find her charming and amusing, however, and these few are usually the handful of people she bothers to befriend.
  
  Kendra is surprisingly flirty for a dragon, and while she certainly isn’t the most romantic gal out there, she knows her way around the block when it comes to love. Unlike most of her species, she doesn’t really care about her partner’s gender; she’s up for dating pretty much anyone.
  
  While at a glance, Kendra may seem nothing more than obnoxious and overconfident, she can actually be surprisingly sweet to those she cares about, not to mention overprotective. She can be very motherly around friends she deems weaker than her (which basically means all of them) and treats them as children, in that they must be protected at all costs. Like most dragons, she is also incredibly loyal, and will fight to the death for those she loves.
  
  (tl;dr) In summary, Kendra is way too confident and frustratingly obnoxious, but still surprisingly intelligent in most subjects. She prefers to solve her problems using violence rather than diplomacy, often landing her in dangerous situations, and tends to come across as rude thanks to her offensive sense of humor and manner of speech. She is far more flirty than most dragons, and doesn’t care about her partner’s gender, be them male, female, or anything in between. She is kind and motherly towards those she loves, and tends to be a tad overprotective of them. She is extremely loyal and will die for those she loves without a second thought.
  
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  Kendra hatched deep in a cavern among the peaks of the Appalachian Mountains. She had one sibling - a brother, a runt, a miscolor, whom bore the name Towres. Kendra disliked him at first for his small size and strange black scales, but over the years, the two grew close, and were soon inseparable.
  
  Their mother kept a watchful eye on the pair while their father spent his days hunting, ensuring the family had enough food to survive each season. Like all dragons, they kept a glimmering hoard of gold tucked within the cave system, well-guarded by traps her mother and father had set. Most dragons raised their children in a cave separate from where they kept their gold so as to protect their offspring from raiders, but Kendra’s parents couldn’t afford to stray too far from the Appalchians - dragon slayers and hunters of the supernatural lurked outside of the mountain range, making it far too dangerous to search for another cavern.
  
  And so, the hatchlings lived peacefully alongside their parents, undisturbed by humans and other supernatural beings. They were wellfed, thanks to their father’s agility and speed, and well-protected, thanks to their mother’s power and strength. Life was good.
  
  Kendra and Towres spent their free time wrestling and training with their mother, learning to hunt and fight. Kendra excelled in combat, while Towres was better at the written tests their father gave them. Unlike her brother, Kendra disliked reading scrolls and writing, and often failed these exams - Towres sucked at fighting, though, so, it evened out.
  
  When the twowere finally old enough to breathe fire and fly, they were allowed to accompany their father on a hunting expedition. Their stayed back to guard the hoard, watching from the entrance with a smile as the two youngsters winged after their father cheerfully, spitting sparks at one another in play.
  
  They both got their first catch that night, thanks to their father - it was a doe, which Towres and Kendra had successfully managed to take down together. After lounging about on the cliffs for a while, the trio headed home, the children working together to carry the doe back to the cave with wide grins, pride embroidered on their faces.
  
  When they returned home, however, they were unnerved to find their mother was missing - she was not lying near the entrance in wait like usual. Worried, their father told them to stay near the mouth of the cavern while he investigated.
  
  He did not return.
  
  Kendra and Towres waited for hours before finally snaking into the cave fearfully, unsure of what horrific fate had befallen their parents. It was not long before the celebratory cries of men met their ears, and they clambered forwards to find a troop of dwarves surrounding her mother and father. Most of them were dead or dying, their bodies littering the ground in charred lumps - only a handful remained, though the few had managed to defeat their parents thanks to their brethren’s sacrifices.
  
  Their were tied up, alive but barely, their scaly bodies covered in cuts and lashes. One of the dwarves tightly grasped a whip, and Kendra immediately recognized him as the leader of the group.
  
  With a furious roar, she leapt forwards, blasting the whip-holder with a ray of fire, Towres dashed in after her, pinning the smallest of the group with ease and tearing out his throat.
  
  The cluster of dwarves turned to face the hatchlings panickedly - the two may have been mere children, but a pair of well-trained baby dragons can easily overpower a group of ten or so men.
  
  Kendra felt a dagger dig into her shoulder, her tail immediately whipping forward lash at her attacker, the spikes along it cutting through his skin with ease. Her wings unfolded and spread out, knocking back another pair of dwarves as the leader’s screams of pain silenced in death. She grabbed the whip from his smoking hands and spat liquid fire onto it, melting it down to the handle.
  
  The battle did not last long - only one or two dwarves managed to escape with their lives while Kendra and Towres vanquished the rest. They cut their parents free and spent the next few days working together to keep everyone fed while their mother and father rested, healing.
  
  Things returned to normal after that - for the most part, anyway. They had to leave their cavern, since it was practically guaranteed that the dwarven kingdom would send soldiers to avenge those the dragons had killed, if not to at least retrieve the bodies. They carried as much gold as they possibly could to a new, albeit significantly smaller cavern, further towards the foothills of the Appalachians. They were fortunate to have found it - most of the homes in the mountain range were already taken, primarily by other dragons.
  
  Kendra and Towres later learned that the dwarves had given a Title, a proud occurance for any dragon. Kendra had become known as the Brutal while Towres was called the Mighty. Titling is typically used as a passage of adulthood among dragons, wherein their parents send them to terrorize a village or raid a trade route. If they succeed, the victims who survive the attack often use a nickname to describe the dragon who attacked, which spreads among the people, and is then what becomes a “middle name” of sorts for the dragon; Kendra the Brutal, Towres the Mighty. Acquiring a Title at such a young age was quite an achievement for the pair, and they became infamous and feared among the dwarven community, as well as relatively popular among other dragons.
  
  This incident was the primary reason for Kendra’s arrogance; she grew used to being respected by the dragons in her community, and feared by the mortals residing nearby. It fed her ego to a dangerous degree, until she eventually began to see herself as better than others - a poor trait, indeed.
  
  As time went on, Kendra and Towres grew older, until Kendra actually outsized her father. It was then that it was decided it was time for them to leave and head out on their own.
  
  The day they left was a bittersweet one, littered with tears and more goodbyes than a mathematics professor could count. It was several hours before they mustered up the strength to actually leave, and flew away with water dribbling from their eyes.
  
  The two siblings stuck together for most of their journey, so as to ensure they would stand a better chance against any attackers. Kendra knew (or thought, anyway) she could handle anything that was thrown at her, but she knew Towres was much weaker than her thanks to his small size, and she didn’t know what she’d do if she discovered he’d been killed before his adulthood even began.
  
  So, they spent the first day or two of their journey together, each watching the other’s back. Eventually, Towres found a nice place to stay, not too far from a friendly kingdom that welcomed the supernatural - dragons included. Kendra didn’t see how Towres could stand to live among humans, but she knew they would keep him safe, so the dragoness didn’t complain.
  
  After a lengthy goodbye and even more tears, the two split up as Kendra headed out in search of a new home. She travelled for a day or two, remaining within Pennsylvania so as to ensure she could still visit her parents and brother whenever she wished without too long of a flight.
  
  Eventually, her eyes landed upon a relatively small village tucked into a tranquil valley. It was tiny enough that it conquering it would be easy, but large enough that it likely boasted a decent supply of gold - plus, she found a nice little cavern just a few miles away, resting in the mountains surrounding the valley.
  
  With the lure of gold too powerful for a dragon such as herself to resist, Kendra landed in the middle of a bustling marketplace within the town, scaring its residents half to death. Screams echoed throughout the village as the humans, dwarves, and elves that called it home tried to flee from Kendra. She watched them lazily, an amused smile crossing her maw as one man tried to rush her with a sword - if you could call it a sword, anyway. The so-called “weapon” bounced against her scales harmlessly.
  
  “Don’t bother,” She growled, knocking the man over with her tail. He let out a cry of pain before rising to his feet, grabbing the sword, and taking off.
  
  She watched him flee before raising her head to the sky and letting out a massive roar, momentarily rising to two feet and unfolding her wings to come across as intimidating as possible. “Send me your leader!” She shrieked, her call splitting the air with earth-shaking ferocity. “I don’t mean any harm, but I won’t hesitate to set this town ablaze if you don’t listen!”
  
  She fell back to all fours, lowering her head as a sign of peace. For once, murdering everyone was the last thing she wanted to do - she just wanted their gold, and if she set the town on fire, that would be kind of difficult to get.
  
  Kendra looked up, spotting a fancy carriage pulled by a pair of stags riding toward her. She smiled, sitting down as she awaited its arrival, curious as to whether it was the mayor of the town or some wannabe knight hoping to slay her.
  
  The vehicle stopped some distance ahead of her, an elf dressed in regal garments stepping out of it and approaching Kendra warily. A group of guards filtered out of the carriage and followed him, their posture lacking fear, much to Kendra’s surprise.
  
  The elf, evidently the leader of the town, stopped and bowed before her, the guards following suit. “Greetings, dragon.” He called up to her. “I am King Eldesken. What is it you wanted me for?”
  
  Kendra grinned, revealing her yellowing, dagger-like teeth. “It’s a pleasure meeting you, Eldesken.” She purred, her deep, oily voice resonating through the town. “ As for your query, I’ll make this quick - I want you to hand over half of your town’s supply of gold to me, right now. No questions asked. And then, I want you to wheel a wagon-full of gold as well as at least ten sheep up to the foothills of the mountains once a week. If you do that for me, I will spare your town and allow you and your citizens to live.” She craned her head upwards, narrowing her emerald eyes at the king.
  
  He stood there for a moment, deep in thought as he gazed up at Kendra. The dragoness was fortunate she had attacked this village specifically, for Eldesken was a kind and merciful man. His army, which was larger than one would expect, was certainly well-equipped enough that they could likely defeat the dragon. However, he knew the battle would result in the deaths of dozens, if not hundreds, of his citizens, and that was a thought he could not bear. He loved his people dearly, and the thought of losing so many of them horrified him. Besides, he did not value gold nearly as much as he did the lives of his subjects. And so, he agreed.
  
  Kendra spent the next few decades lounging about in her cavern, guarding her hoard and feasting on the sheep Eldesken provided her. Her life was easy, and on the few days she didn’t spend sleeping and eating, she visited her family and catching up on things with them.
  
  Towres had become a valued citizen among the city he lived in, where he worked as a scholar, teaching others about a variety of things - primarily astronomy. Their parents had taken over a village of their own, and were currently working to regrow their hoard, having lost their former one to the dwarves.
  
  Things were running very smoothly for Kendra and her family - life was easy, their bellies full and their hearts warm.
  
  And then Kendra woke up one morning to find two centuries had passed.
  
  She was no longer resting in a cavern, but on a cliff - it appeared as though an earthquake had wrecked the mountainside and demolished her former home. The village she had claimed was now a massive city, reeking of oil and humans. Massive towers made of a metallic substance towered over large buildings and pathways dominated by screaming metal monsters. Giant, stinking birds made out of the same metal soared overhead, trails of smoke emitted by their wings.
  
  Kendra was horrified and confused - panicking, she flew straight toward Towres’ home, dodging past a variety of cities in order to get there. She never seemed to escape the metal dogs running along the gray pathways beneath her - they were everywhere. One of the giant birds soared past her at one point, much to the dragon’s dismay.
  
  Eventually, she arrived at the city Towres had lived in. She soared over it, roaring his name, paying no mind to the weird giant bugs with spinning wings that were beginning to surround her. He was nowhere to be seen, much to her terror - had the monsters killed him? Had he already left?
  
  She suddenly heard a cry come from behind her, and turned to see another dragon hovering not too far away. “You know Towres?!” She repeated, staring at Kendra with wide blue eyes.
  
  “Yes!” Kendra responded, nodding frantically. “Yes, I do! Where is he?! Have you seen him?!” She asked hopefully, diving towards the other dragon as one of the giant bugs flew dangerously close to her neck.
  
  “N-No, I’ve been looking for him for hours now,” The dragoness responded. She was obviously just as shaken as Kendra was. “I don’t - I just… I woke up, and now everything’s all crazy,” She covered her face with her talons, her voice shaking. “And Towres was gone and I can’t find him and-”
  
  “Hey, hey, calm down,” Kendra rasped, coiling her tail around the other dragon’s leg, trying to soothe her. “It’s alright. I’m his sister. I’ll help you find him,” She assured her.
  
  The other dragon pulled her claws away from her face, her eyes widening. “O-Oh! You’re Kendra?!” She gasped. “Towres talked about you all the time! I’m Dri! I’m his apprenti-” She was cut off when something fired from one of the bugs - a rope, of sorts - and latched around her neck, a pained shriek erupting from her jaws.
  
  Kendra leapt into action immediately, grabbing the metal bug-thing and crushing it in her claws before ripping the rope off of Dri’s neck. She curled her tail around the other dragon’s leg and took off, leading her away from the city and into the surrounding woods.
  
  The two landed beside a cluster of trees, both breathing heavily from the flight and the startling encounter.
  
  After sitting there for a moment, trying to recover, Kendra spoke up. “So you know Towres?”
  
  Dri nodded, sorrow flooding her eyes. “When I woke up, I headed to his cave to see if he knew why everything changed so much, but he was just - gone!” She spread out her feathery wings for emphasis. “I don’t know if he went to go explore, or - or if someone captured him, or-”
  
  “We’ll find him,” Kendra cut her off, her voice certain and bold. “He probably just left to look around and got caught attacked by those spinny metal bugs.”
  
  “You mean helicopters?” Dri asked, tilting her head to the side curiously.
  
  Kendra frowned, nodding. “I guess… I don’t really know what any of these weird things are called. How’d you know?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
  
  “I met a werewolf while I was looking for Towres, and he told me what he knew about all of the weird stuff that’s going on, including what helicopters are,” Dri explained. “Apparently, everyone who isn’t human got sucked into some artifact, and we’ve all been stuck in it for, like, two hundred and fifty years or something. No one really knows how we were released, though I’ve heard rumors it was some explorer.” The dragoness informed Kendra nervously, her large cat-like ears twitching.
  
  “Wow,” Kendra lifted a claw to her temple, rubbing it in disbelief. “That’s… crazy.”
  
  “Yeah.”
  
  “Well... “ Kendra looked up, her eyes meeting Dri’s. “You wanna help me Towres?”
  
  “Yes, of course!” Dri exclaimed, nodding swiftly.
  
  “Alright,” Kendra said, her bold grin returning. “Let’s go, then.”
  
  The two spent the next few weeks travelling in search of Towres, checking where Kendra’s parents lived, (fortunately her mother and father were still there, much to Kendra’s relief) as well as the entirety of the Appalachian mountains before returning to Pennsylvania to see if he had gone back to his home.
  
  The two are currently sneaking through one of the cities within Pennsylvania, hoping to find Towres there.
  
  
  
  (hoLY CRAP THAT WAS WAY LONGER THAN I MEANT FOR IT TO BE, SORRY I GOT KIND OF CARRIED AWAY, DRI’S BACKSTORY WILL BE WAY SHORTER or it should be anyway but no promises because knowing me i’ll accidentally make it way too long whoops
  
  I SPENT TWO HOURS WRITING THIS AND IT ISN’T EVEN GOOD, AGHHH
  
  sorry if there are typos, i’m too tired to proofread this word vomit :’) rip me)
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  Abilities : Kendra has all the usual powers you would expect a dragon to have - firebreath, flight, strength, etc. etc.
  
  Likes : Dri, her family, food, gold, expensive/shiny things, fighting
  
  Dislikes : futuristic objects, (cars, planes, phones, etc.) dwarves, big cites, dragon slayers/supernatural hunters, goat meat (literally the only food she won’t eat)
  
  Other : N/A
  

//one down, one to go! woo =D i'll have dri's character sheet up in a day or two, maybe less if i'm up for writing it all today. and again, sorry about the length of kendra's backstory, i really didn't mean for it to be that long lol

Honestly, I can't wait to see these two in the rp. Kendra is good.

 

[astrodrak]

DRI MESSINGA​

• General Info
• Appearance
• Personality
• Backstory
• Other

• 
  
  Name : Dri Messinga
  
  Age : 1,958 (21 in human years)
  
  Race : Dragon
  
  Occupation : Dri was training as Towres’ apprentice before the artifact was activated, but currently lacks a job.
  
  
• 
  
  
  

  
  
  Dri is a milky white rather than the shade of blue shown in this picture. She stands at around ten and a half feet tall.​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  Dri is essentially the polar opposite of Kendra. Humble and meek, she has very little self-confidence and often looks down on herself, viewing most others as better than her. She is incredibly modest, usually growing flustered and unbelieving whenever she receives compliments on pretty much anything involving herself.
  
  Dri is introverted and antisocial, shying away from interacting with others whenever possible. She is easily embarrassed by minor and unnoticeable mistakes made while conversing, and obsesses over these tiny errors with disturbing pedanticism.
  
  The dragoness is nervous and paranoid, easily startled by the smallest of things, be it a nearing cockroach or a loud noise. The latter is especially unnerving, thanks to her sensitive ears. Dri can be very cowardly, often throwing others under the bus or abandoning them in dangerous situations to save herself. Despite this, she is very kind, treating everyone she meets with respect and remaining as friendly as possible.
  
  Dri is a good person at heart, and while she may be very socially awkward, she will do everything she can to better the lives of others so long as it doesn’t put her in any danger. She would gladly spare a beggar a coin or two, maybe even a loaf of bread, if provided the opportunity. However, she would never put herself into mortal danger to save someone, not unless they were a close friend or family member.
  
  Considering her social ineptitude, it is only natural that Dri knows absolutely nothing about flirting despite being a hopeless romantic herself. She lacks the courage to make a move, and relies on her partner when it comes to making any progress in a relationship. Dri is only interested in dating others of her own gender.
  
  While Dri, being relatively small for a dragon, lacks physical strength, she is incredibly intelligent in just about any educational field, be it math, reading, science, or really any other subject. She is also impressively agile and an excellent flier, making it all too easy for her to flee from any imposing threats.
  
  Dri is anxious and extremely emotional, getting worked up over things that don’t really matter, like stuttering too much while talking to someone or making a minor grammatical error in a writing exam. She is difficult to anger, usually just growing fearful when put in situations that would infuriate most others, but is very easy to sadden.
  
  She fears authority and follows rules to a T, terrified of rebelling against anyone with more power or a higher ranking than her. She can be frustratingly pedantic, criticizing anyone she finds disobeying rules, much to the irritation of her victims.
  
  When it comes to people she knows and cares about, Dri is loving and attentive, often remaining near those she considers close to her and/or looks up to (COUGHkendraCOUGH) whenever possible. She gets attached to others quickly, and tends to spend a great deal of time moping around whenever she can’t visit those she loves for whatever reason.
  
  If someone she loves is hurt or in danger, she is quick to jump to their assistance, even if it endangers herself. This is one of the few occurrences wherein her loyalty outweighs her fear.
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  Unlike Kendra, Dri lived a relatively modest life. Her draconic subspecies, the whitescales, lived in a manner far different from how redscales such as Kendra spent their lives. They resided in large groups of about 60-100, typically residing in chillier areas farther from the equator - in Dri’s case, her flock called the south-eastern coast of Canada home.
  
  She had four siblings, three sisters and a brother. She technically had five, considering a second brother whom had hatched not long after her. Alas, he was a miscolor, donning blue scales rather than white, and so he was cast into the ocean to be devoured serpent-sharks and sea griffins. It was a gruesome practice that Dri would grow to hate in time, but it was just how things were among the flock.
  
  The dragoness and her family never grew particularly close, as her parents held beliefs very different from Dri’s. She followed all of the rules they set out without complaint, but she silently hated them for their cruel practices and hateful opinions.
  
  Her mother was definitely the kinder of her parents, with far less radical beliefs than her mate. She was kind to her children and treated them well, ensuring that everyone was wellkept and happy. She wasn’t a very good person, considering she had been happy to murder her own son, but at least she treated her children and flockmates well. Her father, on the other hand, was infamous among the flock for his deadly temper and deranged practices. He nearly killed one of Dri’s sisters when she dared talk back to him, and she ended up being blinded for life thanks to him.
  
  Shortly after Dri’s wings sprouted and she was beginning to learn to fly, her father challenged the alpha male for his position, and - unfortunately - won. He took over the flock, ruling with an iron fist, and ensured all of his personal practices were made rules, forced to be followed by all. The few miscolors that had been allowed to live thanks to their parents’ pleas were executed, as were their parents. Any normal children that lost their parents in the executions were thrown to the side and forced to live on their own. The few other males residing in the flock were exiled and chased away by Dri’s father. All prey was to be given to Dri’s father and leftovers would be rationed out to the flock.
  
  Life was hell.
  
  Dri’s father grew crueler with his newfound power, often injuring Dri and her siblings for no reason at all. She awoke one morning to find her brother dead, her father openly admitting he had killed him, a sleazy grin crossing his face. He took food and other belongings from fellow members of the flock without a second thought, and killed anyone who talked down to him or protested against him.
  
  Needless to say, it wasn’t long before the flock had had enough.
  
  They gathered one night while Dri’s father was sleeping, Dri herself waddling up under her mother’s wing. Nearly everyone agreed that they should slit his throat then and there - after all, they outnumbered him about one to thirty, not counting the children.
  
  But Dri’s mother begged and pleaded that they spare him, tears rolling down her face. No one really understood why she loved her mate so dearly - he mistreated her constantly. However, they were merciful, and decided to simply up and leave rather than slay the tyrant.
  
  Dri and her siblings went with them, though their mother stayed behind. Her sister, Dri’s aunt, adopted them, and kept the children on her back as they left the rocky cliffs of Canada behind.
  
  Most of the flock headed north, sticking to the shore, while others travelled inland to find a home deep in the forest. Dri and her family, however, went south, hoping to reach a famous city where the supernatural were welcomed as friends. Only two other dragons accompanied them.
  
  They reached the city in a mere day, quickly claiming a glade just outside of its walls as their home. Dri’s aunt quickly proved to be an excellent mother, scolding the hatchlings when they got out of line, but remaining wonderfully sweet so long as they behaved.
  
  Dri spent the remainder of her life within the city, attending school and turning out to be a supreme student. She aced all of her glasses, and graduated with a scholarship to Towres’ Academy for the Gifted, where she quickly became one of Towres’ closest apprentices and best students.
  
  The two became very close friends, to where they were practically brother and sister. Alas, Dri awoke one morning to find the academy gone, replaced by a barren patch of rubble on the outskirts of a hellscape like nothing Dri had ever seen before. Panicking, she took off, screeching Towres’ name as she struggled to find her friend and teacher.
  
  The rest can be found in Kendra’s bio.
  
  
• 
  
  Abilities : Dri can breathe frostbreath and has an excellent sense of hearing and sight.
  
  Likes : Kendra, quiet, reading, writing, studying, learning new things
  
  Dislikes : talking to strangers, making small talk, cruel people, tyrants
  
  Other : Dri has a huge crush on Kendra. (GAY DRAGONS FTW)
  
  

//IT'S FINALLY DONE WOOOO
there are probably lotsa mistakes cause i sort of rushed this and i'm way too tired to proofread right now lmao

i'll be busy all day tomorrow so i'll just fix everything on saturday

ok i’m going to bed now x.x g'night

 

[Raku]

DRI MESSINGA​

• General Info
• Appearance
• Personality
• Backstory
• Other

• 
  
  Name : Dri Messinga
  
  Age : 1,958 (21 in human years)
  
  Race : Dragon
  
  Occupation : Dri was training as Towres’ apprentice before the artifact was activated, but currently lacks a job.
  
  
• 
  
  
  

  
  
  Dri is a milky white rather than the shade of blue shown in this picture. She stands at around ten and a half feet tall.​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  Dri is essentially the polar opposite of Kendra. Humble and meek, she has very little self-confidence and often looks down on herself, viewing most others as better than her. She is incredibly modest, usually growing flustered and unbelieving whenever she receives compliments on pretty much anything involving herself.
  
  Dri is introverted and antisocial, shying away from interacting with others whenever possible. She is easily embarrassed by minor and unnoticeable mistakes made while conversing, and obsesses over these tiny errors with disturbing pedanticism.
  
  The dragoness is nervous and paranoid, easily startled by the smallest of things, be it a nearing cockroach or a loud noise. The latter is especially unnerving, thanks to her sensitive ears. Dri can be very cowardly, often throwing others under the bus or abandoning them in dangerous situations to save herself. Despite this, she is very kind, treating everyone she meets with respect and remaining as friendly as possible.
  
  Dri is a good person at heart, and while she may be very socially awkward, she will do everything she can to better the lives of others so long as it doesn’t put her in any danger. She would gladly spare a beggar a coin or two, maybe even a loaf of bread, if provided the opportunity. However, she would never put herself into mortal danger to save someone, not unless they were a close friend or family member.
  
  Considering her social ineptitude, it is only natural that Dri knows absolutely nothing about flirting despite being a hopeless romantic herself. She lacks the courage to make a move, and relies on her partner when it comes to making any progress in a relationship. Dri is only interested in dating others of her own gender.
  
  While Dri, being relatively small for a dragon, lacks physical strength, she is incredibly intelligent in just about any educational field, be it math, reading, science, or really any other subject. She is also impressively agile and an excellent flier, making it all too easy for her to flee from any imposing threats.
  
  Dri is anxious and extremely emotional, getting worked up over things that don’t really matter, like stuttering too much while talking to someone or making a minor grammatical error in a writing exam. She is difficult to anger, usually just growing fearful when put in situations that would infuriate most others, but is very easy to sadden.
  
  She fears authority and follows rules to a T, terrified of rebelling against anyone with more power or a higher ranking than her. She can be frustratingly pedantic, criticizing anyone she finds disobeying rules, much to the irritation of her victims.
  
  When it comes to people she knows and cares about, Dri is loving and attentive, often remaining near those she considers close to her and/or looks up to (COUGHkendraCOUGH) whenever possible. She gets attached to others quickly, and tends to spend a great deal of time moping around whenever she can’t visit those she loves for whatever reason.
  
  If someone she loves is hurt or in danger, she is quick to jump to their assistance, even if it endangers herself. This is one of the few occurrences wherein her loyalty outweighs her fear.
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  Unlike Kendra, Dri lived a relatively modest life. Her draconic subspecies, the whitescales, lived in a manner far different from how redscales such as Kendra spent their lives. They resided in large groups of about 60-100, typically residing in chillier areas farther from the equator - in Dri’s case, her flock called the south-eastern coast of Canada home.
  
  She had four siblings, three sisters and a brother. She technically had five, considering a second brother whom had hatched not long after her. Alas, he was a miscolor, donning blue scales rather than white, and so he was cast into the ocean to be devoured serpent-sharks and sea griffins. It was a gruesome practice that Dri would grow to hate in time, but it was just how things were among the flock.
  
  The dragoness and her family never grew particularly close, as her parents held beliefs very different from Dri’s. She followed all of the rules they set out without complaint, but she silently hated them for their cruel practices and hateful opinions.
  
  Her mother was definitely the kinder of her parents, with far less radical beliefs than her mate. She was kind to her children and treated them well, ensuring that everyone was wellkept and happy. She wasn’t a very good person, considering she had been happy to murder her own son, but at least she treated her children and flockmates well. Her father, on the other hand, was infamous among the flock for his deadly temper and deranged practices. He nearly killed one of Dri’s sisters when she dared talk back to him, and she ended up being blinded for life thanks to him.
  
  Shortly after Dri’s wings sprouted and she was beginning to learn to fly, her father challenged the alpha male for his position, and - unfortunately - won. He took over the flock, ruling with an iron fist, and ensured all of his personal practices were made rules, forced to be followed by all. The few miscolors that had been allowed to live thanks to their parents’ pleas were executed, as were their parents. Any normal children that lost their parents in the executions were thrown to the side and forced to live on their own. The few other males residing in the flock were exiled and chased away by Dri’s father. All prey was to be given to Dri’s father and leftovers would be rationed out to the flock.
  
  Life was hell.
  
  Dri’s father grew crueler with his newfound power, often injuring Dri and her siblings for no reason at all. She awoke one morning to find her brother dead, her father openly admitting he had killed him, a sleazy grin crossing his face. He took food and other belongings from fellow members of the flock without a second thought, and killed anyone who talked down to him or protested against him.
  
  Needless to say, it wasn’t long before the flock had had enough.
  
  They gathered one night while Dri’s father was sleeping, Dri herself waddling up under her mother’s wing. Nearly everyone agreed that they should slit his throat then and there - after all, they outnumbered him about one to thirty, not counting the children.
  
  But Dri’s mother begged and pleaded that they spare him, tears rolling down her face. No one really understood why she loved her mate so dearly - he mistreated her constantly. However, they were merciful, and decided to simply up and leave rather than slay the tyrant.
  
  Dri and her siblings went with them, though their mother stayed behind. Her sister, Dri’s aunt, adopted them, and kept the children on her back as they left the rocky cliffs of Canada behind.
  
  Most of the flock headed north, sticking to the shore, while others travelled inland to find a home deep in the forest. Dri and her family, however, went south, hoping to reach a famous city where the supernatural were welcomed as friends. Only two other dragons accompanied them.
  
  They reached the city in a mere day, quickly claiming a glade just outside of its walls as their home. Dri’s aunt quickly proved to be an excellent mother, scolding the hatchlings when they got out of line, but remaining wonderfully sweet so long as they behaved.
  
  Dri spent the remainder of her life within the city, attending school and turning out to be a supreme student. She aced all of her glasses, and graduated with a scholarship to Towres’ Academy for the Gifted, where she quickly became one of Towres’ closest apprentices and best students.
  
  The two became very close friends, to where they were practically brother and sister. Alas, Dri awoke one morning to find the academy gone, replaced by a barren patch of rubble on the outskirts of a hellscape like nothing Dri had ever seen before. Panicking, she took off, screeching Towres’ name as she struggled to find her friend and teacher.
  
  The rest can be found in Kendra’s bio.
  
  
• 
  
  Abilities : Dri can breathe frostbreath and has an excellent sense of hearing and sight.
  
  Likes : Kendra, quiet, reading, writing, studying, learning new things
  
  Dislikes : talking to strangers, making small talk, cruel people, tyrants
  
  Other : Dri has a huge crush on Kendra. (GAY DRAGONS FTW)
  
  

//IT'S FINALLY DONE WOOOO
there are probably lotsa mistakes cause i sort of rushed this and i'm way too tired to proofread right now lmao

i'll be busy all day tomorrow so i'll just fix everything on saturday

ok i’m going to bed now x.x g'night

Good charry! Accepted

 

[Donatello]

Name :
el Alandra

Age :
21

Appearance :

Occupation : Specialist

Personality :Alandra is a very kind person and to what you can even say as loyal. she likes to listen to people story and try to help them if she can. she is Calm and wise she doesn't like fighting to be honest but she will fight for a reason to save herself or to save others. Alandria has many fear in her life and to the creatures that lurks in the world but she will try to hide it with her smile

History :
She was once a photographer and a journalist but that change everything when she receive a note in the Military about her father's
disappearance. So in that very day she Join in to take new entrance in the world and to find her missing father once and for all and to the hope of seeing him alive once more. Alandra... her father gave her that name because it represent the Protector of mankind and in hopes of being a Soldier like him one day but he dint got the chance to see that day but who who knows he will.

Likes :
she loves food and rare once even more
singing
writing everything that happen through her days
making maps
drawing

Dislikes :
she only hates one thing and its Orvell's

Other :
she loves to sing this song
​

 

[ShadTheWerepire]

Name: Ignis “Ig/Iggy” Wingfleet

Age: 11 (Fairies age twice as fast, learn twice as fast, but are twice as foolish and die twice as fast. So he’s about 22 in human years)
Race: Fairy

Appearance:
Standing at a whooping 8 inches tall, Ignis is a lanky fairy. With a dragonfly-wing span of about a foot and a half he is bird sized but still easily concealed. His features are blended with nature, his skin like living flora. Forget facial hair, he has facial leaves he has to prune to keep his youngish complexion. His dominant right hand and chest have a denser bark growing on them as protection, like hardened scar tissue. He doesn’t appear to have clothes in a human sense, just plant growth protecting vital areas.

Spoiler: Picture

Occupation: Fairy scout, he explored a lot. Fairy society is a lot like bee society, he would be considered a worker bee, driven to collect items and protect the hive.

Personality: Ignis is unmistakably loyal, released from the relic and disoriented, he has broken from his hive and is seeking a new queen. He’s a ruthless fairy, as ruthless as fairies can be, his sword being the size of a letter opener means he has to pick his battles wisely. Unfortunately, fairies are not known for being wise and he tends to make poor choices on who he can or cannot threaten. He is not too serious and generally has a light-hearted demeanor. A generic optimist. He hasn’t been stepped on yet, why worry about getting squished.

History :
Fairies do not have very autonomous histories. As a clan, you do what is best for the clan and continue to forage and protect as a scout fairy. As a male, Ignis was even less significant as the females are the only truly autonomous figures in fairy society.

Ignis’ clan was ruled by a peace seeking nature fairy with a court of lovely, delicate daughters. Princess Monarch had beautiful butterfly wings and, as the eldest, was heir to the throne. Princess Jaquet had a stinger and veiny, buzzing wings. She led the armies, dozens of drones, but only in efforts toward peace as her Mother wished. Princess Hoppit had sleek wings and spindly legs capable of making beautiful music. She maintained the fairy gardens, a hidden cache of fantastic plants. The final sister,

Frozen in time by the relic, the fairies’ realm died without their presence. All traces of their fairy gardens destroyed by the intruding humans.

Upon awakening, the fairy clan was in chaos, panic ran wild as they realized everything was gone. In the fray, Ignis found Princess Hoppit, weak and wailing on the ground. Her garden gone, she was lost. Ignis agreed to help seek out a new fairy garden and was off at once.

Abilities:*
Flight
Dust Magic
-Can give others the power of flight, or force them to float against their will.
-Can contribute to pranks by inducing: never-ending fits of sneezing, watery eyes that completely shroud the fairy, or a tickled throat that causes a high pitched voice.
Glow Form
-The fairy shrinks to an even smaller size and appears as a glowing orb, provides for the fastest travel and most potent magic.
Plant-like Flesh
-Fairies are not flesh/meat, like a mix between plants and bugs the have a thicker plant like skin and a green blood-like liquid in their veins.

*Female fairies are capable of far more amazing feats of magic, As a Male this is all Ignis is capable of.

Likes:
Plant life
Soft Music
Soaring
Progress

Dislike:
Smoke
Fire
Pranks
Blood (he doesn’t bleed red like humans do, it doesn’t make sense how they heal.)


Other :

 

[Leo Radomir]

Name :Rio Greenskin
Age : 28 but lost count of his age because of his condion
Race : Wind/shadow demon/sword one eye is black with a grey star and the other green like the same goes for the hair
Appearance :

But with a slightly thicker body

Occupation : Walking Weapon
Personality : He's fairly easy going but he's also strong willed and thus he will not serve someone is not worthy of his power or trust if can be helped, he's also a flirt so if you want him to be yours it's going to take a lot and time to get him to cut down on his flirting, He enjoys killing mindless/subservient creatures the most because he finds them to be a waste of space. One entered into a contract he will take the time to explain who he is and his ability but he won't say it front of an foe that's not worthy. He not one to show a lot of emotions but he has his own way of telling his friends and contractor things and helping them.
History : Rio Is a taboo that was made to kill angels and demons and otherworldly beings by the demon lord the howling wind, the demon lost him during one of the great wars and it didn't take long to for rio to find new contractors but many turned out to unworthy so he either left them or killed them. Shunned by other demons and demon weapons rio has lived alone for the longest time but he now needs a partner that he can regain his former power. Rio has always shown respect to those that have put up a good fight even if he hates them because in the world he comes from if you don't fight you die. Rio now is a drifter and moves from place to another and on rare occasion will stay in a place is by the a cave or shadowy grounds.
Abilities :Teleport this ability will takes it's took on the user and him because if you do it multiple times or your going long distances and takes two days to recover. He can be shifted into other weapons or shields and such. Wind/ shadow blast this can be adjust according the creature whilding him. Chain of the poisoned shadow wind this is particularly nasty against angels and spirits light demons etc
Likes : Fun people, women with good figures games learning new things and being spoiled by his dear one and so much more
Dislikes :pushovers overly confidant foes and contractor being cheated in any form and the list goes on
Other : Willing to do most jobs to survive

 

[Deleted Account]

Creature CS
Name : Annie Lilywhite
Age : 27
Race : Siren

Appearance : Since there are different interpretations of sirens (like being birdlike or being more like a mermaid.) I will have 3 forms for her appearance. The photos below are accurate, but there are a few color differences, etc. She does have a black tale, and she does have "clams" of some kind of top to cover her breasts. Though I will say that her human appearance is completely accurate, and the hair color and eye color in that picture is how her hair and eyes are in her other forms. Just thought I would clear that up. Her birdlike appearance is also correct.

(Bird) Appearance:

(Mermaid) Siren Appearance:

Human Appearance:

Occupation : Singer

Personality : Annie is a stubborn, attention craving kind of girl. Despite the fact that she's a siren, Annie doesn't like to kill her victims unless she has to. Annie doesn't like acting like a whore or a slut. She is confident when it comes to her looks and dominance. She's also the kind of person you don't want to piss off. Sometimes she can act irrationally out of pure anger and rage, but despite that, she can sometimes keep a level head if it's nothing personal towards her. Annie is very loyal to her friends, but it takes a lot to earn her trust. She may act openly with you, but that doesn't mean you've earned her trust or that you're friends. Don't be mistaken. Since she has men try to take advantage of her body all the time, she's grown rather hateful towards men, despite her oath not to kill humans unless absolutely needed. Annie likes to be alone rather than work with other sirens; she's afraid that they'll mess up, and she'll have to pay for that consequence.

History : Annie was born from a siren and a human male, like most sirens were. After becoming pregnant with Annie, she killed the father immediately. She stayed with her mother up until the day she made a mistake, causing her parent to be revealed to humans. She was still young, but she had wanted to help her mother get their next meal-- unfortuantely for her, all she brought her mother was her death. After that, Annie became merciless towards humans and more cautious than ever now that she was on her own. She became a singer who moved from place to place a lot to keep from being discovered by humans, but hell, she murdered so many-- not even for hunger. She needed to fuel her anger and veangance through any means until the day her world fell apart. Being trapped in the mechanism with every supernatural entity hadn't been that bad. It gave her time, hell, a lot of time to regain her senses. Yes, her mom's death had been a tragedy, but in the end, she had no one to blame but herself. Humans killed her mom because she killed their friends and families. In the end, she realized she had become the monster she was born to be, and that frightened her deeply, so when she was released from the box after so long, she vowed to only kill humans when necessary.

Abilities : Like any siren, they have a bypnotic, mesmerizing voice that lures and traps their prey in a trance. With that power, a siren can pretty much make any man do what they want. Unfortunately, this doesn't really apply to women and children. A siren also has the ability to kiss a man and through that gain an obedient 'slave' that can never be freed; however, most sirens can control this ability and prefer not to use it unless their seeking to repopulate and after which they kill the father. Siren's can also get pregnant one night and give birth the next morning-- they are quick when it comes to reproduction. (Oml I can't imagine how painful- *sCrEmS*)

Likes : Singing, Perfection, Attention, Power over others, people who see passed her beauty, music, smoking, instruments, the sea.

Dislikes : men, murder, competition, rivalries, laziness, messy people, perverts, other sirens, closed spaces, the feeling of being "owned."

Other: N/A

 

[Abyss]

MASSIVE WIP

Hexetalion Umbris​

LIFE IS

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Name : Hexetalion Umbris
Nicknames: Hex, Shadow, Shade (Feel free to come up with your own!)
Age: ???
Race: 'Shade' (WIP)

FULL OF

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Appearance : A living shadow with no predetermined form, Hex alters his shape according to current mood or the task at hand. When not interacting with physical objects his state is typically intangible and has no effect on his surroundings, but this can change quickly should he choose to solidify parts or even the entirety of his body. In his solidified state Hex is able to interact with the physical plane and in turn be affected by the objects, beings and natural forces within. When intangible the opposite applies. Hex often manifests 'eyes' that change color depending on his various moods and are neccessary for him to see in color; without them he is limited to 'shadow sight.'

Occupation : Hex did not possess an occupation. The closest he came to any sort of responsibility was leading the occasional lost wanderer to a road or some kind of shelter. He also guarded his old temple from those who came to looking to take from remained within.

Personality : Decent paragraph

WHIMSICAL

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History : 1+ paragraph
Abilities : Hex is a living shadow. He is capable of altering his shape to whatever form he pleases, changing tangibility and fusing with other shadows. He can use shadows to travel through the shadow realm or teleport to other locations, or simply dwell hidden inside of them. Hex can manipulate existing shadows in a similar way to umbrakinesis and summon lesser shadows to do as he commands. His abilities are more difficult to use when exposed to UVB rays, and exposure to them for long periods has a drowsy effect.

HAPPENINGS

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Likes :
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Code by @Starfish

 

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WIP!

Xriz'irk Zukmykx​

What Could

INFO
Name : Ralphua Mooray (Assigned name)
Nicknames: Ralph, Red (feel free to add your own!)
Age : 53
Race : Levitan: A mysterious race of aquatic humanoids that formerly inhabited the marina trench and a few deep water-coral reefs around the world. They possess a strong connection to water and ocean life, and are sensitive of the newly discovered pollutants that now plague their old home. Levitans are fantastic swimmers, being very fast and agile. They are also stronger than most humans, but not to the extent of many other supernatural races. As aquatic creatures they cannot spend more than a week without soaking in water, their bodies absorbing oxygen through their skin. What they eat is currently unknown. Their are rumors that they are venomous. Levitan society was once considered to be very advanced, but the majority of their technology has been lost to time.

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Appearance : Ralph is a tall humanoid looking creature mostly red in colour with darker accents. His skin is durable but flexible, with crustacean like (vaguely similar) segmented plates sheilding his torso and limbs. His face is bereft of many common features: lacking both a nose and visible mouth. His large eyes are steel gray with three eyelids and very sensitive to light, including wavelengths not visible to the human eye. A neccessary ability for the Levitans to navigate the dark depths of their abyss home. Ralph's head is also adorned with a pair of expressive fins that he uses to communicate with humans and other physically expressive beings. These are particularly sensitive to electromagnetic waves. When submerged in water webbing appears between his digits to help with swimming.
Occupation : Ralph was mainly a scavenger. He collected materials and tinkered with technologies to create useful (or simply entertaining) mechanisms. Of course he also occupied other roles, such as serving as a soldier whenever their colony was under threat.
Personality : Decent paragraph

Lurk In

History : 1+ paragraph
Abilities :

Levitans are a curious race with many abilities, both natural and supernatural. They communicate primarily through telepathy: using a combination of words, pictures, and emotions to convey multiple meanings at once. They also possess a form of electroreception that allows for them to navigate in the dark and to detect the electromagnetic fields emitted from all living creatures. EM fields are effected by an individual's emotions, so they also use these to communicate with eachother and gauge an individual's temperament; certain wavelengths can be used to soothe or rile up others close by. Levitans are capable of using Pschometry to obtain information from people (such as their mood and health) and objects (such as their current condition and history of use). Some Levitans can learn to use telekinesis.

The Deep?

Likes :
- Music
- Animals
- Flashy lights
- Dark places
- Colourful things
- Picture books (Still learning how to read english)
- Ship wrecks and the like
- art
- Rain
- Bathtubs

Dislikes :
- Pollutants (bleh!)
- Cities (overwhelming sensory input and pollution)
- Very bright lights (may hurt sensitive eyes)
- Feeling outdated
- Rough seas

Other : Ralph lives in a small apartment with a few roomates (Feel free to be a roommate!) both human and other, but he keeps requesting to be moved to a seaside location. He has a saltwater aquarium in his room that he cares for in order to feel closer to home, and has recently started working at a local fish/aquarium store three days a week. Levitans 'smell' and 'taste' through touch.

Code by @Starfish