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One x One Unnamed Skyrim Roleplay [Calico + Ravenstag]

CalicoWolf

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Name: Canin or Vulitoorkulaan (dragon name)

Race: Imperial

Age: 22

Height: 6' 1"

Weight: 162lbs

Appearance: In human form, Canin is quite the looker when it comes to the denizens of Skyrim. No dirt or scars mar his body. He has a strong jawline with high cheek bones and a rather contoured nose. Equipped with dark hair and a bit of stubble, it is clear that he is of the Imperial race. He is decently built when it comes to body type, mostly filled out with sleek, lean muscle. His eyes are a pale shade of blue. It could almost be described as an icy hue, or in some light could appear almost white and give them an unnatural glow.

In his dragon form, Canin looks strikingly like his father, Alduin. Black as night and just as spiky and menacing. However, instead of the red eyes of his father, his are a pale, icy shade of blue; almost white in color. This, perhaps, he got from his Frost Dragon mother. The color of his eyes also stays the same when he is human, one of the only reminders for Dante that he is Dragon, and this all just isn't some huge nightmare he's trapped in.

History: Canin does not remember anything about his past; besides his father and one sibling. He does not remember his mother, or how his father stole him away; training him and his other stolen sibling in secret, before they were all thrown into the Time Stream and sent back in time, back to the Skyrim their father knew. He recollects nothing that far back, and there seems to be no true reason why. Maybe he was just too young to remember, or maybe Alduin has done something to block that portion of his mind, no one can say for sure. All Canin knows is that his father is the self proclaimed "King of Dragons" and he wants to take his revenge out on Skyrim. Present Skyrim, that is. And, as such, this is what Canin and his sibling were trained for. Trained to be the strongest of the strong, the proudest of the proud, and the start of their father's dragon army. If they refused his training or were too exhausted to move on, they were punished. Alduin did not seem to care, as he was shaping his children in his own image. This is what they needed to be, no excuses. Alduin needed to have them strong, unwilling to be defiant to him, as he needed his children to be the leaders (under him, of course) of his dragon army and to burn Skyrim to the ground.

When they finally found a way back to the Skyrim their father thought he knew, there was no knowledge that their mother had been searching for them. Pining over her lost children, she made a deal with one of the Dragon Priests of old after realizing what Alduin was about to do. There was no way she, herself, could follow; for she would not allow her remaining child to be subjected to meeting their cruel father or seeing what he made of their siblings. It was all she could do to make sure Alduin could not track down the monsters he created. Therefore, as they slipped into the flow of Time, the Priest spun his magic and transformed Alduin's stolen two into things he could not so easily find. This so happened to be one of the many denizens of Skyrim. And, as it sadden their mother to do so, she could no longer see them, just as Alduin could not see them.

Now, Canin (along with his other sibling) are forced to learn the ways of their new found bodies. For the most part, Canin has a hard time doing most things any of the other races of Skyrim call normal. This goes for something as easy as walking. He almost feels strange about only having two legs, no wings, and defiantly no tail to help balance him out. He, also, defiantly can't use most man-made weapons. This usually results in Dante using his fists to do any kind of battling. He also uses the dragon language more often than he should; causing many a strange stare. However, this is not him. He hates being trapped in this new, strange body... and now, finds himself trying to get back to what he was. He wants to be a dragon again. No, needs. He needs to be a dragon again. His main reason, you may ask? To find his father and prove to him he is the capable son he trained to be a part of his army. Striving to make his father proud is what drives Canin, and if he can't do this, there is no reason for him to be a part of the world. Or... is there?

Personality: Canin is, if at all a comfort to anyone, just like his father in many aspects. He was raised and trained to be this way. And, more often than not, could possibly be pitied for his upbringing, if not for his horrible outlook on the world and his crude attitude. On his own, Canin is snarky, sarcastic, and downright rude. Get him around, ooooh, let's say; elves -- he is even more so. In fact, he hates the elves. Doesn't matter which type. He hates them all. But, let's get back on topic of Canin and his... cruel personality. Yep, that's what I said, cruel. Unfortunately for him (and fortunate for others), he is not in his right state of being. Meaning, once he was transformed into an Imperial male, Canin lost a lot of what he once was. His pride, his demeanor, his arrogance, and his egotistical nature. As of now, he has to learn how to do things all over again. Even something as simple as walking like a human befuddles him. This can actually make him look rather slow; dim-witted even. And this, may be why someone in his past has called him a Troll... or, there is the fact that he is big and muscular, which could also describe the fact that he may be mistaken as a Troll. Well... for whatever reason, he's been called a Troll. End of story.

So, to sum Canin up in a nutshell; He can be arrogant, vain, sarcastic and rude, prideful, egotistical, and just not an overall happy person to be around. More so, if he could show off his true power as a dragon. But then, he's not and, as of right now, has no way of reverting back to his true form.


Name: Kina or Briizeimfinlok (dragon name)

Race: Nord

Age: 22

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 145 pounds

Looks (Face): Kina has a thin, heart-shaped face, with freckles lining the tops of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. The skin around her eyes is naturally darker than the rest of her face, but it brings out the bright blue in her eyes. She has short, pixie-style hair that is so black, it’s almost blue in the sunlight. Her smile is wide and bright, complete with dimples on both cheeks. (As cute as she might sound, she is ruthless when she has to be.)

Looks (Body): Kina is of average height and build, with a bit of muscle from her exploits. She is typically wearing a dress, unless the situation arises where things simply can’t be done in a dress. In such cases, she wears armor that allows her to move quickly and efficiently. As a result, this armor doesn’t protect her very much, but she’s typically quick enough to render that fact obsolete. Her weapon of choice is a one-handed sword, along with a dagger on her belt.

Looks (Dragon Form):
In her dragon form, Kina looks a lot like any other frost dragon color-wise, but with all the spikiness of her father. Along with the tips of those spikes being pitch black.

Brief History: (See intro posts.)

Personality: (Meh, I’m being lazy. I’ll play it out.)
 
What had happened? Was this right? Those were just a few questions that drifted through the young dragon's mind as everything began to shift around him. His head felt like it was spinning and his vision was blurry. He couldn't even hear properly. Everything sounded oddly muffled. Almost as if his entire head had been plunged underwater. To make it perfectly clear... the poor boy couldn't tell what was up from down, that was how disorientated he was at the moment. That was when everything went black. When he awoke he found he had been placed in a bed. Strange... This bed must be huge to fit his entire body, wings, tail, and all. He was even covered with a rather thin bear pelt blanket. As he struggled to get out of bed, he pushed at the blankets with.... Hands? Hands!!! Human hands! What was going on? What kind of magic was this? He didn't understand and he began to panic.

That had been a big mistake. As soon as his feet hit solid wood floor he was flat on his face. With a small groan, he reached up and pulled himself up, using the edge of the bed for support. His legs felt like jello and were clothed in a thin pair of trousers. Even his feet were clothed in a pair of rather worn boots. He once again tried to stand on his own, but tumbled back onto another bed, sprawling out on his back with his legs and feet stuck up awkwardly in the air. This was beyond frustrating. It was hard enough to learn to walk as a dragon, at least then he had his tail for support. Being trapped in this human form was nothing like being a dragon. Nothing at all.

"Oy, what'cha doin'?" a voice sounded, pulling the young lad's attention away from his clumsiness and towards the other boy heading in his direction. What could he say? Could he even speak like this Breton child? Dragons spoke differently than these people. This was probably one of his better decisions. He just shook his head and gave a very exaggerated shrug of his shoulders. The other boy gave a hearty laugh and stopped next to the edge of the bed, extending out his arm and holding his hand out. As the kid helped him up to a sitting position, he couldn't help but feel a bit awkward as the other just stared at him. He wanted to ask if he had a staring problem... but that would come off as rude. That was the last thing he wanted. Also, as much as he wanted to confess that this was all wrong, that he was a dragon, and that he was terrified of what would become of him, the boy opened his mouth to speak again. "Grelod is with yer sis. Anyway, I think that's yer sis, yeah?" he questioned, but continued to talk before his companion could even think of getting a word out, "Anyways, old Gerlod is callin' her Kina and you Canin. Not sure what yer real names are, but she found ya layin' on the streets. Yer one of us now. Welcome to Honorhall Orphanage."

Canin? What kind of name was that? Though, really, it was a lot better than trying to spout out his dragon given name. Now that thing was a mouthful for any human, Khajiit, Argonian, or Orc. He just gave this Breton boy a gentle nod of his head and that was it. That was the other boy's queue to just get up and leave. This left Canin with a few moments to grow a bit more accustom to trying to have these awkwardly long human legs and giant feet. As he began to head out of the sleeping area for the children, he stumbled a few times over his own boots, before rounding a corner to see... Ah, that was his sister. Sure, she looked different, but just because they weren't dragons anymore didn't mean he couldn't smell her scent. That was defiantly her. A wide grin spread his lips apart as he watched the old Nord woman trying to straighten out the dress she had placed over the top of...what was it again...Oh, yes... Kina's head. The dress was pretty much nothing but rags and covered in dirt stains. Gerlod said nothing to the young girl after giving her a small scowl. It was something Canin picked up on fairly quickly, but as the old woman left, he made his way, albeit slowly, away from the wall towards his sister. Maybe she would have better insight on what happened and why they looked like this.
 
When she opened her eyes, everything was suddenly different, new. Even her body felt new, but not in the way that made her feel refreshed, no. She felt so much lighter, and somewhat nauseated, which she had never felt in all her life. She was soaking wet and something was sticking to her.. Skin?! She didn't have skin, she had scales! What were these strange pieces on cloth on her?! Why was she so wet and cold?!
A crack of thunder outside the shabby Windows answered her question for her. Is was storming badly outside, no surprise for the rest of Riften, but definitely a surprise to her.
An old woman approached the shivering child. "Come on, child!" the woman scowled, "Got your brother settled in, now it's your turn." With that, the woman grabbed the young girl's hand and yanked her on clumsy legs over to a chair, and began to pull off her wet clothing.
"Do you have a name, child?" the old woman asked firmly, as if she were not interested in the girl's answer at all. She just continued to yank at her.
She did have a name, but no human would be able to pronounce it properly. She wanted to answer this woman, but she couldn't find her voice. The old woman looked up at her after a moment with no response. "Fine, little girl, say nothing! Your name will be Kina."
A wave of emotion came over young Kina. Tears began to well in her blue eyes, and it felt so strange, as she has never actually shed tears before. She was so confused and terrified.
"Dry it up, or no supper for you or your brother!" the old woman scolded.
Kina couldn't help it, she wailed in terror. Where was her brother?! Where was she?!
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain across her face. Her cheek was so soft now, and now it was red and tear-streaked. Kina stared at the woman in wide-eyed horror.
 
This still felt incredibly odd to him. Canin grunted as he tried to grasp the concept of walking like these humans did. How did they do it so well and make it look so easy? These were questions that would probably never be answered in full. Not that he really wanted to know, mind you. All Canin really cared about was figuring out how to turn back into his true form. How he already longed to be a dragon again. He had barely been paying much attention to where his sister sat, but there was something that grabbed his attention. A loud, sharp smacking sound. It was something that almost seemed to echo and bounce off of the very walls of this rickety building. It even seemed louder than the thunder that rumbled outside. Everything grew oddly quiet. Canin watched in pure shock, and a slight bit of horror, as the old Nord woman reached up with her hand and just slapped his sister right across the face.

For the first time in his life Canin found he couldn't move. Just the sheer shock of watching someone treat his sister that way was unthinkable. It was surreal. How dare she! How dare this woman treat his sister that way! Didn't she know who they were? Well... no. He had to remind himself that they looked like your average child. They were found and placed in this orphanage without a second glance and, well, it didn't help that they were out of their element and didn't know where to find their father. Their father... Where was he now? And, why did he allow this to happen? So much was running through the young boy's mind, but there was one thing he knew he had to do. He had to help his sister. As he tried to rush to Kina's aide, another woman, much younger than the Nord, tried to settle things.

"Grelod, please." Constance Michel said quietly, "She just got here. Do you... do you really have to treat the children like this? I beg you to please stop." The Imperial woman rushed to Kina, placing a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder and kneeling down beside the tear stricken child. "There, there," Constance cooed, lifting her hand to her face, but not like Grelod had. No, instead of slapping the girl again, this woman began to wipe Kina's tears away. There came an exaggerated grunt from Grelod as she spat at the Imperial.

"You're too soft on these riff-raff!" the Nord snapped, waving her hands over her head, "They are urchins, trouble makers, the lot of them! That is why none of them will ever be adopted. No one wants them." She continued to rant, now staring daggers down at Kina, giving the young girl a wicked grin. "No one loves you either." Gerlod turned on her heels marching out of the room, heading towards the kitchen. "Get to work you little brats! There will be extra beatings for anyone who shirk their duties!" she called out, making sure her voice was heard by all over the storm. As she stormed off, she made sure to shove passed Canin, causing the boy to land on his rear end with a heavy thump.

Constance let out a small sigh. She never agreed with out Grelod the Kind treated this children. All of them were precious and she tried to remind them of that. Sadly, Grelod's words sunk in more and more each day, and it dampened the children's spirits. It was hard to work for such a cruel woman, but it was also the only way she could get the coin to keep living here in Riften. She picked herself up, smoothing out her dress, before crossing the room and helping Canin to his feet. "Now, don't listen to Grelod." she said quietly, ushering the young lad over to his sister's side, "There are people who would love to adopt children like you. I promise."

"CONSTANCE!"

The sound of her own name caused the woman to flinch. "Oh..." she sighed, giving the siblings one last look before dashing off towards the direction of the kitchens to help Grelod with whatever was planned for super.

Canin leaned against the chair his sister sat upon. He stared at Kina. Wondering if she was alright. What stained her face? Why did it look wet? The side of her face that had been slapped was the darkest shade of red the young boy had ever seen in his entire life. It was even darker than blood. It even resembled the shape of the old Nord's hand almost perfectly. Canin blinked a couple times, still staring at his sister, before opening his mouth. He never thought words would be this hard to form. His tongue felt weird. It didn't want to cooperate, but he finally managed to work out what he wanted to say. "Sister..." he stated, scrunching up his nose in disgust at the sound of his small voice. It was unlike how he sounded as a dragon. This was almost pathetic. "Sister," he repeated, finding the confidence to talk a bit more now, "are you alright?"
 
Kina was beyond herself with this unknown feeling of hurt and terror overwhelming all her senses. She closed her eyes, feeling the side of her face burn red and a crisp breeze shoot across the other side. How would they get out of this?! Their parents would surely be looking for them by now! Why weren't they here to save them from this awful place?!
When another voice hit her ears, Kina looked up. The younger woman had a kind face and clear worry in her eyes. Despite this, Kina flinched away from her hand at first. The words that came from her mouth next sounded soothing, but Kina could hardly come to trust even the kindest of words in this state.
Apparently the old woman's name was Grelod. What sort of name was that? And "Key-na?" Where did they come up with such odd names? The young girl, still unmoving from the trauma, couldn't dwell on the matter of names for very long, though. She had seen the old woman push her brother over into the floor. Her first instinct was to fly over to his side and defend him, as her father had taught her vigilantly, but what was she to do in the helpless, flimsy little body?! It was infuriating, to say the least.
The woman, Constance, returned with Canin in tow over to the chair Kina was in. The broken little girl stared straight ahead, an emotionless expression on her face as Constance spoke to them quietly. The woman seemed to have the best intentions, but Kina did not trust anyone, not anymore. Not this woman, or Grelod, or any of the other children here that were staring at them. She didn't even feel like she trusted their parents anymore. How could they let this happen to them?! What had happened? Who did this?
When Constance stood to tend to Grelod and Canin came up to Kina, Kina finally felt it, the oncoming tears. She did not give her brother an answer to his question. For, not only she could she not find her own voice, but she also wouldn't be able to speak through the sobbing that happened only a moment after he asked her if she was alright.
Her head was buried into her brother's chest, her little body shaking uncontrollably.
 

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