Fargona: The Land of Dragons [T][OOC]
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January 12th, 2013 (12:44 PM). Edited January 17th, 2013 by <Challenger>.
Goodbye PC...for now.
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Excellent. At this rate, my SU will be complete today or tomorrow.
Alexander Baldwin, though he is known throughout the land as the "Knight of the Greenlands" due to his preference of green and his love of the forest.
Age (at least 16, but no older than 35):
Appearance (at least one full paragraph. You may add a picture, but I still want a written description as well):
Alexander could be considered a handsome man. His long, chocolate colored, curly hair ends right at his ears all the way around his skull, and hangs in shocks above his piercing blue eyes. His face is fair, much like the elves in the stories he heard as a child. His smile is warm and charming, and his nose is thin and angular He has milky white skin that is impossible to mark upon. He has never had a single blemish in his life. He stands at 6'5, the average size for a knight. His muscles, in his arms, legs, and abdomen are large and powerful from training long and hard in the knight's academy. He has the description of every little girl's fairy-tale knight. He wears heavy plate armor from the knight's academy, and a chainmail suit under it. He wears all-plate helmet that extends from his head to the base of his neck, that he always removes dramatically so he can have an excuse to shake his hair back and forth. He always has his broadsword strapped around his waist in its ornate, green leather sheath. He calls it "Weapon of the Wilderlands." He had master blacksmiths transform his actual armor and sword green, which he wears with pride. His buckler shield is usually slung around his back with the image of a forest emblazoned on the front. He calls it "Warden of the Woods."
Alexander is a man of action. He almost always charges into a battle without considering it much. Strangely, he's almost never lost with this tactic. He is extremely brave, but he isn't very wise. He believes that things could always be solved with a good sword stroke or a down-right bashing. When in battle he goes into an insatiable blood lust that cannot be quenched until every enemy is dead. He uses his sword-and-shield combination to defeat enemies right and left. This leaves him with no hold of the reigns, but he grips with his knees and trusts Brenton entirely. He loves the dragon with all of his heart, and the dragon loves him back. The pair will almost never seen without the other. He even took up the Kirin way and became a vegetarian for Brenton. He is rather flirtatious with a women that he falls for, and he almost always wins her over with his charm and good looks. He is curious like Brenton, but he will never go investigate something without him.
History (At least two full paragraphs. I may a
sk for more if I'm not satisfied. If you've already met your dragon, include how you met it):
Alexander Baldwin: A man of diverse history. He was born in Ardynn, the boy of a dragon rider. His father was a member of a special battalion known as the Draconics. They were a special group of dragon riders that the king appointed himself. They were
good riders, but they didn't have the natural talent of a tamer. The Baldwin males have been good at dragon riding for centuries, so Alexander's father had him introduced to the lizards at a young age. He took to them quickly, and tended to play around with the hatchlings all day long.
The biggest heart break he ever had was when his father made him leave Ardynn, at age 10, for Banorless so he could serve the king as a knight, which he reluctantly did. There were no dragons at the place so he felt lost. After four years he took up a broadsword, shield, and armor for his country. He had graduated. He was placed in a unit with seven other knights, and the king sent them to the northern sector of the kingdom. For a period of time, it was lazy, but after a year while they were stationed in Skelslaugh, a bandit raid occured. They nearly succeeded but Alexander stopped them by leading two of his comrades in a pincer move. The other two ended up falling to the leader's axe, but Alexander slew him in return. He returned to his brothers with a long face, but he expected praise. Instead, however, he recieved hatred. They blamed him for the loss of their friends. They told this to the local commander, and he had him discharged for acts of treason.
When he left the city, he traveled into the forest to see what he could find. After a few week of wandering he stumbled across a forest Kirin. The elusive dragon approached him...almost like he knew Alexander. He came within an arm's distance and Alexander reached out to touch it. As soon as he did, he realize that he was meant to be with this dragon. There was no other excuse. He fed the dragon and it soon began following him around. After a while, he let Alexander ride him. It felt natural. Brenton was an extension of him, but with four legs. He had a saddle custom made for Brenton, and he had it dyed green. He even had his armor and blade dyed green, and he had a forest painted on the front of his buckler. He became know as the "Knight of the Greenlands." He became a widely-know figure, one who defends the forest from all harm. For an entire year now, he has defended the woods.
Occupation (how do you make a living? This could range from being a thief to being a rich nobleman.):
He's a discharged knight that took up the life of a Dragon-Rider mercenary.
Spells known (include a description of how the spells work and what they do. Remember, nothing too powerful. If your character doesn't know any spells, leave this blank):
Unlocking doors: His fingers release small tendrils of magic that drift into a lock mechanism and tease the bolt until it unlocks
Simple wound healing: He places his hand on a wound and magic flows into his palm. It than heals no more than a bruise.
Some-what powerful night vision: He channels magic to his eyes and he gains a bit of night-vision.
Restores a little bit of energy: He can use his magic to replenish energy
Age (adolescent, adult, or ancient):
Description (at least one full paragraph. You may add a picture, but I still want a written description):
Brenton is a large dragon. He is roughly 12 feet long and 6 feet high. His scales are the exact same color as a tree's bark, and his eyes are the exact same color as Alexander's: A piercing blue color. His horn is long, but his "branches" add a good three or four feet to his height, since he is roughly 100 years old, and he is undefeated in stamping competitions. His tail makes up for about 1 foot of his original length. His back is burdened with a saddle that was custom made for him when Alexander became his rider. He bears it with pride, for it shows that he has a rider. He belongs to someone. He lacks wings, but what he lacks in flight, he makes up for in speed. His legs are powerful from a decade of being Alexander's battle steed.
Personality (at least one full paragraph. I may ask for more if I'm not satisfied):
Brenton is a calm creature outside of battle, but when he enters it, no one save for Alexander is safe. He kicks out with his feet, gores with his horns, and destroys with his earthquakes. When his fighting is combined with his rider's they are practically invincible. He is very curious at times, which has led to many an incident, but when Alexander is at the reigns he is rearing to go. He gets along well with other dragons, but he prefers to be alone, or with Alexander. The two are nearly inseparable.
RP Sample (I don't care if it's a post from another RP, or a one you've just written up. Just as long as it's good):
Bakura Jinguar: A Strange Occurance
I was just doin' my thing, buyin' some fries, eatin' some burgers. The usual. I was having a jolly old time...Damned digimon and their screwing up my life. I was just trying to eat my damned hamburger. Grah! I'm so damn mad! Anyways, where was I? Ah, yes.
I was running throughout the street without a care in the world....except I was hungry. Always hungry. Friggin' stomach and its smallness. I wish I could punch it in the stomach....wait...I'd be punching myself in the stomach. Damn logic....Well, I downed a large fry in moments and I scarfed down a hamburger. Best hamburger I ever had, Five Guys. I friggin' love their food. It's amazing.
These friggin' cars kept coming at me. They were running from the corrupt Digimon. Who wouldn't these days? They were terrifying. A good question would be why I'M not running away from them. They had seperated me from my parents earlier. It wasn't like I missed them.
What kind of sappy little woose do you take me for? They were good parents and all, but I feel like they smother me. It's really irritating, ya know?
I dodged this car and kept running, only to be knocked aside by the next one. I stood up to come face-to-face with a...red...
? "What. The. Hell. Are. You?" I asked the creature with a pause between each word.
The dinosaur replied. "I-I'm Guilmon. My friends called me Gil..." He seemed a little quiet. "Wh-who are you?" He was nervous. I could tell.
"I'm Bakura. Come with me. The Corrupts are coming!" Bakura had started to give the corrupt Digimon their own title: The Corrupts. Guilmon nodded, and Bakura took off with Guilmon right behind him. "I don't suppose you're a corrupt, so we're cool." Guilmon just nodded and followed behind. They rounded the corner of the next block to come across a horde of corrupts. "Damn. This blows."
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