| Name |
mortuus

| Gender |
Male

| Age |
1,385

| Rank |
Rouge

| Orientation |
Bisexual | Biromantic

| Personality |
Mortuus is a very odd dragon. Thus the reason why he is a rouge. He can act pretty creepy, and his looks makes it all the more horrifying. He loves shiny things, and tends to steal precious ores, swords, helemets, you name it he has it. On his back. Literally. He is a hoarder, and collects coins and again. Anything shiny. He is distant and cold, not letting anyone near his precious loot. When he feels threaten he doesn't spit out fire, but instead coins. That does seem counter-productive, but coins going at an insane speed can rip through flesh within a heart beat, leaving holes in any person or animals' body. Because of a coin's smallness, it can concentrate on a center point and be destructive no matter what size. Mortuus can be mean sometimes, but at other times can be nice. It just depends on his mood, but its not like he runs into many people anyway. He doesn't mind it though, silence is key to him and the sound of clicking coins is like an orchestra to his ears.

| Appearence |
Mortuus's name speakes for itself. Mortuus means "Decayed" or "Dead" in Latin. Just one look at him and you will understand why. His scales are mostly intact, but seem to be decaying themselves. The ridge on his back are not spikes, but are actually a collection of swords, helments, gems, you name it, anything shiny he has it. He is a dark grey mixed with a bit of rusty gold. The gold is all the coins attached to him. His teeth are sharp, almost dagger-like. His eyes are a misty glowing white. They look very haunting, and some may think he is blind, but he isn't. He is actually able to see distant things with his reflective eyes, responding to anything shiny, which is perfect for him.

| Relationships |
None (open)

| Other |
Winter's Curse

| Name |
Kyle "Vinice" Kingston

| Gender |
Male

| Age |
18 Years Old

| Orientation |
Bisexual | Biromantic

| Occupation |
Huntsman

| Personality |
Kyle is a nice person. He is kind, but is rather distant and shy when it comes to interacting. He is gentle and is very sensitive. To pure to be found in any wrong doing. He tried his best to please other people, but if he fails he becomes rather depressed and hard on himself for not trying hard enough, even though he gives it his all. He is not a flirter, and can become very flushed and speechless when it comes to love and most likely will try to avoid it.

| Appearence |
Kyle stands at around 5'6, and weighs at around 151 pounds. He is light and agile, but not very built. He also has pale skin, looking very angelical. Kyle's eyes have a much more ominous darker hue of blue that surrounds his ice blue eyes. He does have a few piercings, but he placed them in so he could make an excuse for him having a bleeding lip when he was younger, when in reality it was the other kids punched him to the point were he bled. Kyle has many scars that are hidden under his clothes. He likes to hide them, not wanting the others to see his dark secrets.

| Relationships |
None (open)

| Other |
Winter's Curse

| Name |
• Retch

| Gender |
• Female

| Age |
• 1028

| Rank |
• Beta(0/1)

| Orientation |
• ;)

| Personality |
• She's an intentional paradox. Seemingly friendly outwardly, that's a front carefully constructed to mask her outright sadistic behavior. She truly doesn't care much for others, manipulating gaslighting them. Retch is power hungry as well, she thirsts for the "crown" and will stop at nothing to get it.

| Appearence |
• She's a knucker, so she's incredibly long (around 175 feet). Wickedly curved claws tip each of her fingers on each arm. Speaking of arms, they dot her serpentine body. Not counting her back legs, she's got about 15 pairs of arms and 7 pairs of wings.

| Biography |
• She spent her life in a frigid, bottomless hole hidden within a winter lake. No one knows how she got there, no one knows how any knucker got to their hole (some say they're aliens). When the mountain started deteriorating, she moved to the forest with the others. The town reeks of flesh to her, delicious human flesh.

| Relationships |
• Open (though she won't reciprocate)

| Other |
• Winter's Curse

| Rp Sample |
The night wind was brisk and cold against her slimy hide, though she didn't mind. It brought with it scents of the village. Horses, humans, dogs, they were all there, writhing in the filthy wallow they had made for themselves. How dare those pests settle on draconic lands? How dare they defy their lords? Her mind quickly turned to her lord, the Alpha. Everyone was sleeping, the trees were still and her black form blended seamlessly into the dark. Her stark white teeth bared against the inky blackness into a gruesome smile.

"Now" She whispered to herself and she slunk across the ground on innumerable legs, wings flitting with anticipation. Eyes narrowed as she neared the Alpha sleeping in a heap. Mouth opening impossibly wide and bunched muscles shooting off like guns, she pounced onto the mass. Claws ripped flesh, body whipped around and bound her target, and finally, teeth hitting the jugular. There was a pop as the artery was pierced, then torn open. Hot blood sprayed with a dying heartbeat as the shape desperately clawed and writhed on the ground in the dark. With a final gurgle and last precious pints of blood saturating the ground, a black knucker smiled and left to a peaceful sleep.

(this is obviously non-canon, it's just a demonstration ^^ let me know what you think!)

| Name |
Sterre van Asch

| Gender |
Female

| Age |
19 Years

| Occupation |
Jeweler's Apprentice
[In medieval times Jewelers would determine the worth of precious stones or metals brought from foreign lands. They also had skill in setting stones into rings, pendants, medallions, and amulets. Many also knew how to set stones in sword hilts. Jewelers were usually well respected by the people of the town, but some were known for being dishonest; accepting valuable items such as diamonds with the promise of setting it into the owner's ring, but not actually doing it. Instead, they would polish a quartz or zarconia of the similar size and dupe the owner by giving them the worthless gem. And because jewels are hard to distinguish by the untrained eye, they usually got away with it and were able to sell the more valuable gem for a large profit.]

| Orientation |
Bisexual - Biromantic
[Leans more towards males]

| Personality |
Sterre, upon first glance, seems like a sweet, innocent girl who is kind to everyone of the town. However, under her smiley facade there's a whole different person. She's actually very silver-tongued, and finds it easy to manipulate or charm others into doing things for her. She can talk herself out of any situation. She's also very flirty and self-confident, so if she's interested in you she'll definitely let you know. She goes after what she wants with ruthless determination, and is willing to manipulate or blackmail anyone to get what she wants. While all this may make her seem like a terrible person, if you do manage to get close to her she'll be extremely loyal, and she'd only lie to her loved ones if she thinks it's what is best for them. Unfortunately, she's very stubborn, and she also hates being told what to do. Sometimes her facade cracks and people see the manipulative girl behind the act.

| Appearance |
A beautiful appearance to go along with her charming and sweet facade, Sterre has very delicate features that make her look slightly younger than she actually is. Some may even describe her as baby-faced. She has striking, ice blue eyes, complimented by full lips. She's actually rather tall for a woman, and stands at a 5'11", she's also a tiny bit skinny, but is definitely not without curves. Her lithe figure means she isn't very strong, but she makes up for what she lacks in strength with speed and intelligence. Her hair is a very light, strawberry blonde, and it cascades down over her shoulders in waves. She prefers to leave her hair down, but will braid it for special occasions. [Picture & Picture Source]

| Biography |
Sterre's history isn't really anything special. As the only child of two successful merchants, Sterre was showered in attention from a very young age. She loved the attention, but at times it was a bit too much for her, and if she ever found the attention a bit too much she'd sneak out and wander around the town for a while. During one of those days was when she met the town's Jeweler, and, being interested in his work, she spent a lot of time observing him. She'd often come back to speak to the Jeweler and ask him about the job, and at the age of 16 she was taken in as his apprentice. She's been learning how to identify and set precious stones in metal ever since, and soon enough she'll be over to take over.

| Relationships |
Crush: None [OPEN, PM me!]
[Please PM me if you have a dragon character that you'd like her to befriend, since I want her to be able to become friends with one of the dragons.]

| Theme Song |
Hunter by Galantis

| Other |
Winter's Curse
She has a pet dog called Arie


| Name |
Dred

| Gender |
Male

| Age |
1,514 Years

| Rank |
Alpha

| Orientation |
Heterosexual - Heteroromantic

| Personality |
A very serious, no-nonsense creature, Dred is much more intelligent and calculating than the average dragon. Characterized by high self-confidence, he is a naturally charismatic leader. He knows how to keep a tough bunch of dragons under control, and while he treats his followers with respect, he's not afraid to put someone in their place if they try to challenge his leadership. He's strategic and ambitious, he is good at plotting schemes and knows how to set them into motion effectively. He values efficiency and competence above all else, and can easily become irritated with those that can't keep up with him or his vision. Dred acts courteous to enemies and allies alike, but actually has very little sympathy for others, and unless you're close to him, he'd have no problem backstabbing you if it benefited him. Even though he seems to be stony-faced at all times, he has been known to crack a few jokes around those close to him, even if his sense of humor is very sarcastic. He knows of the human's existence, but sees them as ants, and would rather just leave them be instead of wasting his time dealing with them; so he'll most likely keep away from the humans, unless they provoke him.

| Appearance |
A huge, intimidating creature, Dred stands at 150 feet tall and is well-muscled. He is covered in dull, but strong, grey scales which act as a sort of dermal armor, but what sets him apart from other dragons is the fact that his scales are covered in soft, white feathers, sheltering him from the cold wind of the mountains. His head is covered in sharp, long spikes, which he uses in battles to charge at other dragons. He also has sharp talons and a long, whip-like tail. His eyes are a misty grey color. [Heavily inspired by this image]

| Relationships |
Crush: None [PM me, I will be picky about this!]
[He may be able to befriend a human eventually, but it would take quite a while, and he'd be rather aggressive at first.]

| Other |
Winter's Curse

: Roleplay Sample :
[I hope it's alright that I used a post from a dog RP I was in, I don't have the time to write a whole new sample at the moment because I'm headed out for lunch soon :c]

Realizing he was still quite thirsty, Caspian stood up and padded over to his fountain, where he had been getting his water for the last few days. He propped his front paws up on the fountain and looked inside. Just as he was about to take a drink, he realized that the water was much dirtier than it had been before. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he turned his head and placed his paws back on the ground. His humans must have turned all the power off, because the fountain's filters definitely weren't running anymore, and that probably meant his pool was going to become dirty as well. 'I can't drink from the pool, though. It has a strange, toxic smell. I wonder what the humans put in there.' He thought, pricking his ears.

His mansion was built right next to Little Brook Park, so he could easy run over there and get a drink, but there was still the issue of the rain. He looked up at the sky, studying the clouds. Maybe if he ran quickly, he'd make it back before it started raining. With that thought, he started heading towards the park at a sprint, going as fast as his legs could possibly take him. The only time he'd change his path was when he had to avoid any mud puddles. He reached the brook fairly quickly, but soon noticed he wasn't the only dog there. There was a rather pretty hound-type dog there, a rabbit in her jaws. He flattened his ears at the sight of a rabbit, wondering how anyone could eat an uncooked, dead animal. It was disgusting! But he'd overlook that, because he found the female quite attractive. He padded over to her, head held high with confidence. "Hello there." He greeted her, "What's a pretty she-dog like you doing out when the weather's like this?"