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Posted by | Purge of the Riders | Dragon Rider RP | Semi Lit+ |
![]() Oops! All Genders! (#36227) Impeccable View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-10-26 11:42:25 |
RP THREAD
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Rootin' & Tootin' 🤠 (#59277) ![]() Heavenly View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-11-01 08:09:51 |
Name: Ithil Dae Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Home City/Town/Village: Cecilia Island Age: 20 Family/Mount: Her mother(Auth Dae) and Father(Til Dae) both still reside on Cecilia island, there they have set up a nice little home in the trees where the practice mystical healing via the indigenous herbs that grow wildly on the island. Personality: Ithil has an adventurous heart, she is constantly on the move and never stays in one place for very long. She has a quick temper and wit that has caused her trouble in the past. Though she seems sarcastic at times she has a heart of gold and truly wants what is best for her cherished and beloved friend and mount Nephrial Biography (Optional): Ithil had a quiet upbringing. Her parents were part of a nomadic tribe of Elves before finally settling on Cecilia island. They were healers and they passed that affinity down to their only daughter. Growing up on the island was never difficult for Ithil, she thrived and prospered on the island. Learning many things from her humble upbringing. Due to her curious nature Ithil always wondered a little too close to the dragon’s caves that were scattered across the island. This is how she met Nephrial, her most beloved companion. Preferred Weapon: An ivory bow carved from the bones of a sacred beast her father had found dying. Other: None Appearance (Image Optional, but Encouraged): Unsourced Image - Skin Color: Porcelain with freckles covering most of her shoulders and face - Hair Color and Length: Ivory, or the color of fallen snow upon the moon as her father would affectionately tell her. It falls to around her buttocks but she keeps it in a tight braid with a various manner of beads tangled into the locks - Eye Color: The deepest blue, the color of the ocean on a dark night with flecks of silver casting light into the dark depths - Build: She has a small frame, though she is taller than most humans given that she is an elf - Height: She is rather short for an elf, only standing about 6’0 - Other Descriptions (Markings, makeup, etc.): Ithil has a very interesting birthmark on the back of her left shoulder that is in the shape of a small crescent moon. She also has runes carved into the back of her legs and spin. They match the markings found carve into Nephrial’s scales behind his front shoulder - RP Sample: Ithil wistfully gazed around the open landscape that was the forest. The deep blue iris’s settling on the somewhat large buck that she had been tracking for the past hour. Her body was perched on the limb of a branch, her breath still within her ribcage as she skillfully pulled the ivory bow from around her back. Quickly she put an arrow between the string and gracefully pulled back. One of her eyes closed as she moved the bow with such precision before letting the arrow release. The arrow flew forward with a quiet whistle and hit its mark taking the deer down without any unnecessary hurt to the animal. Nimbly she scaled down the tree before sprinting to the kill, her stomach growling slightly. As she made her way to the clearing where the buck’s corpse was now laying a large shadow was cast and a loud wind seemed to have picked up. A dark shadow slowly crept over the small meadow before a low growl frightened off all of the birds in the area. Her head shot up and a small smile crept onto the dainty lips. “Neph…” Her voice was but a whisper on the wind that her companion had created. The large dragon landed, smoke bellowing out the large nostrils. Mount Name: Nephrial Species: Dragon Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Age: 8 Family/Rider: Ithil Dae Positives/Negatives: Fast +Humerous + Wise ~Greedy ~ Stubborn Personality: He is a quiet dragon, much to the dismay of his rider. He likes to play practical jokes on her and loves her to the ends of this realm and the next. He is protective of her and anything her cares about (especially venison, his favorite food). He is wise for his age and likes to offer advice on anything he thinks he has an opinion on. Biography (Optional): Nephrial was a young dragon when he was found Ithil, caught in a snare specially made to catch dragons. He had accepted his death and was ready to face it when the young girl stumbled upon the havoc that was ensuing. She helped him escaped and promised to keep him safe. He has vowed to protect her life from this until the next. He is forever grateful to his beloved elf. Other: None Appearance (I can help provide picture): Unsourced Image His scales are a bit deeper blue than this, they look almost black unless in direct light. He has a band of silver scales that go from between his wings down to the tip of his tail. ![]() Edited on 01/11/16 @ 18:32:51 by Ithilielk [#TeamIthitze] (#86885) |
Oops! All Genders! (#36227)
Impeccable View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-11-01 08:21:38 |
Accepted, but Elves are CLOSED for now. Just until we get some more humans. ![]() Edited on 01/11/16 @ 15:21:55 by InsertCleverNameHere (#36227) |
Drkshdw (#97838)
Terrifying View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-11-01 09:02:01 |
♥Amour (#29190)
![]() Lone Wanderer View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-11-01 09:29:04 |
Aww man! I was going to join with my elven brother and sister team. XD Oh well, I'll just make them human with elf names? ![]() |
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Raven (#60460)
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Name: Clara Valentina Albarn Gender: Female Sexuality: Hetero sexual Home City/Town/Village: Azure Age: 19 Family/Mount: Ryloth Personality: She is the epitome of prissy and sheltered. She was given everything she ever wanted in life, and everyone always walked on eggshells around her. She is incredibly sensitive, and hates being told no. She loves to argue, and antagonize other people just for fun. She always wants what she cant have, and is never truly satisfied for long. She does however love a challenge, and if her interests can be sparked she can become fully committed. But once that initial interests wear off she moves on, thus is the way most of her relationships have ended. She isn't heartless, though her moral compass is skewed she herself sees wrong and right as lines that often cross. Her naivety allows her to forgive easily, and she doesn't really have a good sense of self awareness. She often helps those that don't deserve it, and is fooled and tricked by fancy words and flattery, heavily relying on her mount for guidance. She isn't necessarily independent but, she despises being told what to do. Her loyalty and trust are very easily won, because she grew up with very few friends she does try to make as many as possible, but more often than not, she continues to think that she is better than everyone else. Biography (Optional): Preferred Weapon: Throwing knives Other: none Appearance : ![]() http://marshmellowsundaes.deviantart.com/art/Meghan-Chase-Iron-Fey-Series-414146183 - Skin Color: Porcelain white - Hair Color and Length: Shoulder length platinum blonde - Eye Color: Green Blue - Build: Petite, skinny with very little muscle - Height: 5'5'' - Other Descriptions (Markings, makeup, etc.): - RP Sample: The world streamed behind her in a blur as Ryloth began to pick up speed. The cold air struck her face sharply as the pair tried hastly to flee, she looked over her shoulder to see the hunters hot on their trail. She withdrew from her pouch several small knives in preparation to threw them. The men chasing them were all heavily armored, but the dragons and griffons they rode on weren't. She threw the first at a man on a dirty grey griffon, it bounced harmlessly off his armor. She tried once more putting her body into it, throwing her mount off course and nearly into a tree. Ryloth moved quickly to the side, nearly throwing her into the air. She gripped onto his mane tightly and held on for dear life as they gained altitude. The man on the griffon fell back, his weight too much for his mount to carry any higher. However the blade found its home in the griffons eye, it screamed and stopped, hovering as it tried to pull the dagger out. It's rider yelling something as the pair flew away. She whooped in triumph, until ta man in black armor moved closer on a silver dragon. The men picked up a spear and threw it at them, Clara grabbed Ryloths white mane and gave an almighty tug to the right. The spear passed beside them, just kissing Ryloths wing. The man tried twice more, but each time Clara acting as Ryloth's eyes guided him out of harms way. The man cursed loudly, his voice carrying despite the distance between them. He hit the dragon roughly about the head with the butt of his spear, it stopped mid flight to turn and roar at its aggressor. A firm poke in its unguarded eye by his rider shut him up quickly. It turned back to the fleeing duo which had made good use of the dragons stall, it almost looked as if they would get away. There mountain hide out now clearly visible. The dragon roared and out came a long stream of blue fire, she instructed Ryloth to dive, but the dragon followed. Its breath scorched Ryloth from his flank to underneath his right wing. Ryloth screeched in pain, the sound ricocheting across the mountain as they plummeted. Ryloth's wings locked up, frozen in place as he faded out of consciousness in mid air. Clara screamed, tear streaming from her green eyes. She hugged his great neck, burying her face in his mane, and pleaded him to wake up. All she could hear in response was a low buzz, she looked up and all she could see was the dragon hovering over them, blocking the sun behind its giant form. "Pleas, wake up Ryloth!" she screamed once more, and this time there was a small uncomprhendable response. He opened up his wings with a painful grunt, gliding down to the forest floor underneath. But their entry was still too fast, he turned his body completely around and enveloped Clara in a cocoon made of his own body, his wings protecting her from the rest of the world. He hit several trees on the way down, breaking several branches and young saplings in his descent. They landed on the ground with a harsh thud, Ryloth barely managing to stay conscious, managed to pull Clara to a nearby cave, before passing out himself. Mount Name: Ryloth Species: Griffon Gender: Male Sexuality: Hetero Age: 70 Family/Rider: Clara Positives/Negatives: + Patient + Wise + Loyal ~ Cranky ~ Lazy Personality: He is a kind old soul that is highly protective of his rider, he cares for her deeply and is fully devoted to her. No other human may ride on his back, it is a position of honor to him. He is proud and like his owner is well aware of his good breeding and status. He is the level headed one and holds planning and strategy in high regard. But unlike his rider he doesn't hold the same "go get them" mindset, instead he only does what is necessary. He spent some time away from Azure in order to gain more knowledge about the world, and he quickly wised up in order to survive. Its due to this that he can so easily guide his rider through the outside world. His patience seemingly has no end, it may be seen as a fault considering he would just sit around waiting for something to change. He believes in just sitting back and enjoying life, albeit the current situation makes it extremely difficult to feel safe enough to just laze about. Biography (Optional): Other: none Appearance (I can help provide picture): ![]() Source:http://www.paulkidby.com/paintings/ ![]() Edited on 02/11/16 @ 09:32:53 by Raven (#60460) |
Renegade (#80128)
![]() Harbinger View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-11-01 17:16:21 |
Name: Tara Sambuka Gender: Female Sexuality: Asexual Home City/Town/Village: Riverfront Age: 17 Family/Mount: Lyra [Mount] Personality: Tara is an intelligent young girl, albeit quite shy, so instead of standing up for herself, she tends to hide in the background and in crowds. Unfortunately, she's prone to getting into trouble because she struggles with how her compassion controls her, and she can end up helping people who don't deserve it or people who lure her into more trouble. Much more of a listener than a talker, she often bottles up her emotions, occasionally leaving her at breaking points where she can act overdramatic or be blinded by absolute fury or sadness. She also has severe trust issues, but due to her quiet demeanor, this is hidden pretty well. Even her mount was barely able to earn her trust. Biography (Optional): Tara was barely six when her family's library burned down. Her father was a rider, but something attacked, and the normally friendly and softy of a Drake went haywire and destroyed it, killing itself and her parents along with the old building. Sprouting a fear of drakes from the incident and staying with a family friend until she was 14, she stayed quiet and reserved, only to find out that this family friend had been the one to antagonize the poor drake, leading to her family's demise. This family friend was hung for murder and treason in destroying a public building, leaving Tara to her own accord, being the only one left in the house she had spent nearly a decade in. Not too long before current events, she went out to find food one day and came across a Wyvern weakly flying through the sky. She followed the golden-white streak to a cave, hidden by ivy and vines, to find her curled around two large eggs. These eggs couldn't have been laid too long ago at all. Being the person that she was, Tara ran to help the new mother recover from a rough delivery, and even stayed with her until she regained health. Their bond strengthened, and the wyvern, known as Lyra, began being able to communicate with her through thoughts-very characteristic of a dragon, drake, or gryphon and their rider. As dragons weren't illegal themselves, they decided to hide this mental bond, and keep Lyra from being anywhere near society itself. Preferred Weapon: Mace Other: Appearance (Image Optional, but Encouraged): - Skin Color: Pale White, to the point where small children claim she's a 'blood sucker' - Hair Color and Length: Tara has mid-length brown hair that naturally fades to a dirty blonde at the ends. Just for the hell of it, she has long, blue feathers braided throughout her hair. Because of this factor, she keeps her hair in a braid at nearly all times. - Eye Color: Her eyes are a dark ocean blue, which seem to 'harden' with a glare yet 'soften' with a kind gaze. - Build: Tara is definitely on the weaker side, lanky and barely able to easily lift her mace. - Height: 5'4" - Other Descriptions (Markings, makeup, etc.): She has a couple of burn scars on her arms and legs from the incident over a decade prior. This is hidden by long jeans and a thick white blouse. - RP Sample: you know me pls [I can do this anyway if you need me to.] Other: None [and it was at this point my computer bugged and I had to remove the battery. And to my complete shock, everything was saved. Although I do need to figure out the time period for this, as I feel like I may be wrong in that regard XD] [returning to this: still trying to figure out how tf my computer saved this] Name: Lyra Species: Wyvern/Dragon Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight/Heterosexual Age: 7-8 Family/Rider: Tara Positives/Negatives: + Incredibly caring + Protective + Strong tracker and hunter ~ Weak due to recently laying eggs ~ Incredibly clumsy Personality: Lyra is not one for confrontation, but still will fight without remorse if she can't talk her way out of it. She does hate aspects of herself, and makes it quite vocal, seeing them as disadvantages that will only get herself and those around her killed. The golden Wyvern is still trying to gain the confidence in herself that her rider, Tara, and her mate have in her, even if she can't find the latter, and wants to be a better example to her hatchlings once they emerge from their eggs. [short bc its late] Biography (Optional): Lyra, before meeting Tara, was part of a tribe in the midst of a conflict with another. They eventually destroyed themselves, her and her mate being the only survivors. In trying to find a safe place for them to stay, as both of them knew that she was expecting, they were attacked and were separated. It has been a few months, almost a year, since those events, and Lyra regrets not being able to find him before she became incapacitated with caring for the eggs and simply trying to regain her strength. Other: None Appearance (I can help provide picture): [TLDR version that I'll probably edit later tbh just need to post something] Lyra is a golden wyvern with white accents on her belly and the undersides of her neck, chin, and tail. Her tail contains poisonous barbs, like many other Wyverns, and also has sharp silvery horns extending back from her head toward the rest of her body. Also like the average Wyvern, she lacks front legs/arms, and has these merged in her wings, which boast a small set of claws on the ridge of her wings that she can use as these arms, as well as use them as a more powerful means of lifting into the air rather than clumsily dashing forward. Speaking of the wings, they are much larger than normal, giving her an almost comedic look, and making her much more clumsy in terms of movement. ![]() Edited on 02/11/16 @ 18:17:20 by Your Best Nightmare (#80128) |