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Fantasy Verdania CS

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"It wasn't meant to be this way; nonetheless, Verdania falls tonight.."


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Verdania was the land of dreams - a place a lonely bard can journey to to become a legend. It was prosperous, and its inhabitants were fat and wealthy. Even the poorest of its folk did not go without a meal; there was never a night that someone that did not have somewhere to sleep. The king, Theodric, did not sit upon his fortune and lived a modest life, instead spreading it throughout his kingdom to induce its economy. Someone from outside of the city would not have been able to tell him from another man on the street - despite how his people glorified him. Trading posts were bountiful of goods and wares and commerce was steady. Kind and independent, its citizens were joyful and content.

Then, on the coldest of nights, a steady wind drifted in carrying the sounds of screams. Creatures, unlike any other, had appeared through a rift in the southern part of the kingdom. They brought terror and chaos - something Verdania had never struggled with. Before word even reached Theodric, thousands were dead, their bodies strewn apart in the dusty streets. Wolves the size of bears tore apart the ill-equipped guards of its cities, flying beasts stole children into the air, men as tall as trees cast spells that turned women into beetles.. Verdania was no longer safe. When it seemed that nothing could worse, as mothers held their dying children in their shaking arms, the news broke.

Theodric was killed by a dragon that now sat upon his throne;
and the world weeped.

Wise and cunning, the dragon called for people to serve him in exchange for their lives. He had no interest in rule, and sat upon the highest tower like a memento to the destruction of the beloved city. The town, long deserted, crumbles at his apathy and Verdania is no more.

In some ways - the kingdom adapted. Some were able to harness the energy that had been thrusted into the world, others learned how to defeat the large beasts. Yet monsters own the streets and the world has plunged into anarchy, a kingdom once peaceful now becoming a wasteland of chaos and evil. Commerce is too risky to be possible and the people are too poor to afford the luxury. The ground throbs with the greedy nature of those who are able to survive.

However, the heart of Theodric and the solidarity of Verdania has not been forgotten by all. A group of infantry that once served the king lives; learning to adapt to the world forced upon them. Lead by the only living prince, Ernest, the hope for peace still thrives among them. Eager to restore the land to what it once was, they work together to navigate the impossible project they have set before themselves.

The Heart of Verdania Lives.



Characters:
The Prince Ernest
His right-hand-man - claimed
Mage - claimed
Camp cook
Infantry 1
Infantry 2
Infantry 3
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The Dragon - claimed
Leading Command 1 - claimed
Leading Command 2
Servant 1
Servant 2

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Anti-establishment group?
(can be flushed out if someone is passionate about this)

This is a fantasy setting, characters can be from other dimensions/monsters if they are not originally from the infantry. The people serving the dragon can be human or otherwise, it does not matter, as long as the characters are not god-like and are comparable to the level of other characters. This will be a literate role, so 1-3 paragraphs at least for each post. I am asking that people be at least 16+ and be able to respond twice a week, as it can be really frustrating when people do not reply. I am not going to write out rules, but please just be respectful of each other and I will set rules if necessary. Write 'fanastic' somewhere in your response if you have read this. Please just be creative with it and have fun! Don't hesitate to message me if you have any questions.



- basics:
name:
nickname(s):
age:
gender:
sexuality:
species:

- visage:
height:
hair:
eyes:
physical description (optional):
scars or birthmarks:
faceclaim:

- psyche:
personality (can be described in a paragraph or in the format below):
- vices (3+):
- virtues (3+):
special abilities:
strengths (3+, description or bullets)+:
weaknesses (3+, description or bullets):
likes (3+):
dislikes (3+):
fears:
ailments:

- brief history/background:
 
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- basics:
name:

Mon'duke Larose, Knight of Eastgrove, Servant of Prince Ernest
nickname(s):
White Knight
age:
32
gender:
Male
sexuality:
Hetrosexual
species:
Male

- visage:
height:

6'2"
hair:
Brown
eyes:
Green-sea blue

physical description (optional):

A firm a very well placed looking man, one of composure and integrity. He looks to be the ideal image of a proper Knight, large well built, his face although battle scarred, is quite fair and beautiful for such a man of his age in such a profession. Mon'duke's hair hangs at shoulder length when he does not have it tied up in a ponytail behind his head.

The mans battle armor is lots of steel clad plates accompanied with chain mail. Sometimes referred as the Sun Knight to his very bright and vibrant white and yellow coating he has had placed on his armor plating. Only one thing in particular stands out is the family crest that rests over his heart, a snake biting into a apple in the mouth of a lion. Odd for a crest, but Eastgrove is said to produce the best Knights, warriors, and thieves.
scars or birthmarks: Short 3" scar over left eye and eyebrow, 1.5 inch scar near the left jaw line by the neck.


- psyche:
personality (can be described in a paragraph or in the format below):
A man of great self indulgence and overconfidence, his bossiness is taken for assholish behavior and snarky. But his heart is more set for the people, no matter how disgusting their lifestyles may be. Often Mon'duke will have a small bit of water to clean himself on rare occasions as he has the need to keep himself clean of dirt.
- vices (3+):
+X+ Clean Freak +X+ Rude and Arrogant +X+ Inconsiderate +X+
- virtues (3+):
+X+ Kind Hearted +X+ Devoted +X+ Determined +X+
special abilities:
Light of Galroo'madon,
this magic ability gives his allies a minor heal of their wounds.
Glare of Galroo'madon, The Glare of Galroo'madon causes enemies and allies looking towards the direction of his shield will be blinded for a few brief moments, it is less effective against dragons however.

strengths (3+, description or bullets)+:
Strength, Skilled Tactician, Swordsman
weaknesses (3+, description or bullets):
Has a somewhat lower stamina for the amounts of heavy armor. Also a slow but heavy hitter with Two hand greatsword, Also travels slower when using his shield and longsword
likes (3+):
Wines, Educated parties, Structure
dislikes (3+):
Chaos, war, unnecessary death
fears:
"To have trained all my life, only to have failed to do the only thing I prepared myself to do..."
ailments:
High God of the Heavens Galroo'madon
( A religion i would like to have be the worship of the different types of light magics and energies. However to have special abilities a soul of your bloodline needs to be donated for Galroo, Sacrifice family for power.)

- brief history/background:
Born within a family of great influence within the peaceful countryside of high society townspeople who had created a mass amounts of wealth on the production of Gold, Steel, and exotic wines. That was a family economy that bustled on the hopes of minimal war, only minimal for the reasoning of loss of the bloodline. Mon'duke only being one of two other brothers, he was the only one to pursue the arts of Sword play as a child and shun the belief of wine money for his pursuit of eternal glory and absolute victory.

At his young age taking up sword play, causing trouble with many of the children of Eastgrove, having a few 'accidents' that were fortunately covered up. When his swordplay come to par for him to join the guard, he quickly rose to Officer for his quick thinking and skills as a soldier. As his climb up the ladder steadily increased, attention to his abilities caused him to join the Royal Guard and become a faithful and devoted member of Prince Ernest party.

His services to the Prince have lasted for many years now, and only raised to Right Arm for his undivided loyalty, strategy, and devotion to the salvation of the people.​
 
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Age: 32
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pan
Species: Human Mage

Height: 5'8
Hair: White
Eyes: Hazel

Aife is tall and sturdy, with broad shoulders and toned arms. She holds herself high, with her white hair cascading down her shoulders, masterfully braided on top of her head before falling out in waves. She is fair skinned, but her skin is coarse and dry, decorated with scars from battles past. She wears a set of moderately heavy leather armor to protect herself that she is fluid in; covering any significant part of her body that would be deadly if injured. It is not particularly feminine in nature, but is fit to her body and is expertly tailored. She carries a bow, a quiver, and a sword gifted to her by Theodric at all times.





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Aife was one of Verdania's strongest warriors, loyal to the crown till Theodric's last breath. She is extremely capable in battle because of her infallible will and her lifelong dedication to her training. She prides herself in it and does not falter at others criticism. Because of this, she was able to gain the loyalty of a young coastal dragon that she later named Caspian who had recognized her ability and pure heart who compelled her to become a mage. Aife believes that Verdania can be restored, but because of her focus, she is quick to call someone treasonous or a villain if they question this. She is slow to trust, but is close with her infantry members and sees them as family. Aife feels obligated to protect them despite their own competence and because of this she will often put herself in dangerous scenarios that are not entirely necessary. She is not fond of the cold and will avoid it at all costs unless completely necessary.

Aife specializes in water based combat. She is able to manipulate the form and also the bodies its concentrated in Because of this, she is able to puppet creatures that are smaller than herself, but it takes up all of her focus, so instead she focuses on using water-bending to attack. When concentrating, her body becomes completely vulnerable so she relies on Caspian to protect her. She is not terribly skilled in magic yet, as it is quite new to her, and will need time to reach her full potential. Until then, she fights as a warrior.​
 
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"Only us, the pureblood dragon, can cleanse the abomination from this pathetic world."

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NAME
Aynniole Frevirit

NICKNAME
Ayn
(Only those who close enough to her may call her by this nickname)
Crystal Maiden

AGE
150++ she loses counts after 150 or rather, she prefers not to count

GENDER
Female

SEXUALITY
Heterosexual, but love never sits on her top five priority

SPECIES
Dragon

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DRAGON FORM
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Ayn's dragon form is a little bit smaller than normal dragons due to her premature birth. Her scales look like frozen water, sparkling in icy blue shade. At the tip of her long tail, lays an arrowhead shape blade which with slight touch could cut even the strongest metal. Her teeth and claws are slightly less sharp than her tail tip.

SECOND FORM
Ayn might be a proud dragon, but she rather stays in her second form for flexibility. Instead of taking a full image of human, race she detests the most, Ayn mixes the form of elf and human while keeping her horns to radiate dominance. In this form, her eyes stay bluish-white with no pupil shown. Along her slender body, there are white ice marks decorating her skin, indicating that even in this form, she is still The Crystal Maiden.

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PERSONALITY
✦ Loyal ✦
Ayn will never trade her loyalty over anything. Her heart belongs to the dragons and dragons only. She is ready to die anytime anywhere to defend her kin.
She is practically the most trusted companion of The Dragon. Yet, most people see it as blind loyalty.
✦ Cunning
Just like how a dragon should be, Ayn always keeps something up to her sleeve.
✦ Calm ✦ Outspoken
Ayn is rarely seen affected by her emotions. She holds her composure most of the time. However, behind her peaceful smile, lays razor-sharp words ready to pierce as deep as her ice.
Ayn never holds back anything in her mind. If she has to say it, she will say it.
✦ Merciless ✦
When it comes to her enemy, Ayn will show no mercy. There is no "I'll let you live, so I can kill you later" in her way of life.
If she can kill them, she will kill them without hesitation. For her, there is no room for sinners.

STRENGTHS
✦ Ice Magic ✦

Being ice dragon, Ayn has natural proficiency with ice whether in dragon form or second form.
In her second form, her ice power comes up like magic. She can conjure and manipulate it as she wants.
While in dragon form, she can only breathe ice from her mouth, freezing everything touched by it.
✦ Dragon Form ✦
Dragon form means more strength and endurance. She will basically wreck everything on her way.
✦ Brainiac ✦
Aside from her ice magic, Ayn also considered as the strategist for The Dragon. She has plenty of main plans with additional plans which have its own additional plans.

WEAKNESSES
✦ Fire ✦

Her most harmful weakness is fire. Even the slightest heat can weaken her magic and durability. She also won't be able to shapeshift back to a dragon in this condition.
Dessert, beach, and other hot places are a total no-go for her.
✦ Magic-user ✦
Ayn has no talent in close-combat nor using weapons. She might be fast when improving her magic, but definitely dense when it comes to fighting.
✦ Her Dragon Form's Chest ✦
While most of her dragon body covered with solid ice scales, her chest area only covered with vulnerable soft skin which is funny because that is where her heart located.
A strong pierce to her heart and Ayn is forever gone.

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LIKES
Winter
Wind of the coldest night
Counting stars
Making plans from A to Z then A1 to Z1 and so on...

DISLIKES
TRAITORS
(With caps lock just to show how much she hates treachery)
Hypocrisy
(She can vaguely sense sincerity and straight two-faced people)
Fire
Other races beside Dragon

FEARS
The collapse of Dragon Kin

AILMENTS
Her loyalty will be forever with the dragon side

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BRIEF HISTORY
Her past remained unknown as no one had enough guts to mention it. Ayn herself didn't have much to share anyway. Her memories before meeting The Dragon were too vague for her to recollect. All that she could recall was her biological parents were both dead before she could even recognize how they looked. The Dragon was the one who had been with her for as long as she could remember, trained her until she became what she was now. Ayn, as the result, had pledged an oath to follow The Dragon, to be his eyes and claws, to be eternally on his side until death striped her life away. For more than centuries, she had been accompanying The Dragon to conquer many dimensions, taking everything it had until nothing left but dust and bones.
 
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- basics -
Name:

Sin'jin Wolfpride

nickname(s):
Wolfpride of the Black Blades, Master Yellow

age:
28

gender:
Male

sexuality:
N/A

species:
Sand Walker Human, a foreign species of human whom over years and years of sun exposure has allowed them to have mutations within their genes. However most mutations are found within their muscle groups, which have caused the race to be much stronger, taller, and larger then other land humans. It is rumored that some Sandwalkers have magics that they can use due to mutations to the brains, but like its been said, rumored.

- visage -
height:

7'4"

hair:
Bald

eyes:
Yellow

scars or birthmarks:
Has multiple burn marks on both of his arms. There looks to be a devil looking creature branded onto his back. A large tattoo of two black long scimitars crossing over top a dragon head rests on the back of his skull, very visible if not wearing his helm.

faceclaim:
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- psyche -
- vices (3+):

~Impatient~ ~Argumentative~ ~Hot Headed ~

- virtues (3+):
~Kind-hearted~ , ~Compassion for Comrades~ , ~Determination to finish his goals~

special abilities:
Strength of the Black Blade;

With a carefully charged and placed attack with the use of his obsidian sword can pierce any material that dares to fall forward in front of his blade. The downsides of this ability is the time it takes for him to channel the energy of his blade.
Bezerk of the Sandwalkers;
Throwing aside his extensive training and discipline, he can enter into his inner sun mutation that grant him much more amounts of strength, but loses all control of his mind until he is either defeated, the disconnection is made with the mutation, or runs out of energy for either way he ends up falling into a slumber. So this ability is often made as a last resort against opponents.

strengths (3+, description or bullets)+:
+X+ Master of Swordplay with a multitude of blades +X+ +X+ The knowledge of some ancient tongues +X+ +X+ Also has the knowledge of dragon slaying from old tomes and personal experience +X+
weaknesses (3+, description or bullets):
+X+ Is much slower then the average warrior +X+ +X+ Tends to have a rage within the presence of dragons +X+ +X+ Will more then likely charge into battle first before any other of his comrades +X+

likes (3+):
-+- The shrieks of dragon pups -+- -+- Sheding the blood of his enemies -+- -+- The infamy of being a Sun walker Black Blade -+-

dislikes (3+):
-+- To be Captured or defeated in battle -+- -+- Chatting and small talk -+- -+- The Long waits before a worthy battle -+-

fears:
Allowing the dragons to live rampant and free.

ailments:
It is boasted among Sunwalkers that price will drive loyalty among them, but anyone against the dragons is someone they will fight with.

- brief history/background:

The distant lands of the Six Suns, a place of desolate plains of hot sand, abandoned temples of past civilizations, almost a husk of the lands that exists today. However within these hot plains few cities still stand around the vibrant Oasis of Elsboro, this is where most of the remains of the Sun walkers remain. The City Sin'jin was born in, Capitol State, the center of the Black Blade organization, a band of very strong and powerful warriors trained in the arts of only killing and how to murder dragons. Though a blight of drakes still sit within the lands of Six Suns, years and years of war had brought down the need for the training of Black Blades. Although, since the recent return of these drakes in foreigner lands, they have had to return from retirement and retrain new recruits.

Sin'jin was taken almost from the womb into the Black Blade by the Grandblade As'kalin, to be trained, molded, and morphed into a versatile and strong Blade. Over the course of his childhood he was thrown into various training exercises; until he was prepared to behind his journeys, a rite of passage for the Black Blades to slay their first dragon. And then the rest of their career to collect the heads of dragons.

Sin'jin was brought to these lands on mere coincidence, having begun his journeys several years ago. He had ran into the Right Hand of Prince Ernest in a tavern, doing idiotic rites of strength, I.E ( arm wrestling, pit fights.) Having been beat by the Right Hand in a bare knuckle fight, he agreed to come along side the man for pay as well as glory in battle.​
 

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