Draconia School of Mythology [Registration] V2

All edited, so now I'll just wait to see if I'm accepted, untill then, ja ne!

Actually, I'll wait three days, because if Gyro doesn't post by then, then I can get Dark again. If that doesn't work, than I may take fire. Thank you.

I think I edited all you wanted. Though the dragon personality I struggled with, so I'm sorry if it is too short. If there is anything you want me to add than just tell me I would be more than happy to change anything.

Placeholder. <3 I'll be working on it throughout the day.

Human:

Name: Luke Reynard

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Element: Poison

House: Nidhogg

Description: Luke is tall, standing at around six feet in height. He is pale in complexion, and relatively skinny, weighing a mere 136 lbs. He has little muscle to speak of, though what he does carry upon his arms can be seen only when he flexes. His kind, blue eyes appear purple depending on how the light reflects off of them. His hair is jet black in color, though violet streaks are scattered throughout. It is shaggy, side bangs hovering over his eyebrows, with the bulk of his hair falling below his ears, the back reaching just two inches above his shoulders (think Lelouch's style from Code Geass). Luke's smile appears kind and well-meaning, though more intuitive people would be able to pick up on its hidden malice. He dresses rather nicely, wearing a white, button down collared shirt with a black blazer overtop of it. The blazer is always worn buttoned. Around his neck, he wears a violet tie. His legs are covered by black dress pants, and black dress shoes encase his feet. However, he is occasionally seen wearing a black, three-quarter length sleeve polo, and light blue jeans. Both outfits make him appear rather formal, though he isn't really. What most people are unaware of is that Luke's eyesight isn't the greatest, as he always has his contacts in. However, he does own a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses that he wears around his house when he knows no one else is there to see him. Upon his hip rests his weapon - a poison-tipped rapier.

Personality: While Luke initially gives off the air of a cool, suave teenager, that is not at all the case. Luke is incredibly smart, which leads him to be somewhat boastful and arrogant. He honestly believes that he is better than most people he meets. He will judge anyone within seconds of meeting them, and if they don't live up to his high standards, he will begin to look down upon them. This has resulted in Luke not having very many friends at all. He does, however, confide in his brother when the need arises. Luke has a slightly paranoid side to him, and isn't the type to trust others very easily. Because he is inherently intelligent, Luke believes he is always right, even if he proposes the most absurd idea. He doesn't like people who insist on touching him, and will bluntly tell them this. He speaks his mind in all situations, whether it's telling someone they're stupid, or informing a woman that yes, she does indeed look fat in those jeans. However, due to his relatively good looks and intelligent brain, he can usually rectify the situation if the problem arises. Luke is clever and cunning, and will sometimes play dirty to win. After all, if he thinks up a brilliant plan, he is merely using the tools he was given, i.e. his brain. He is extremely calm and is not quick to snap at others. Despite this, he will do anything for his brother, no matter the cost.

History: Luke Reynard was born to Dahlia and Richard Reynard, residents of New York City. His father had been a skilled fencer back in the day, and occasionally brought his epée down to practice. They were incredibly wealthy, and Luke was given all the opportunities in the world. He was spoiled for the first year of his life, though, it was admittedly a lonely life. He was given company a year later when his parents birthed another child, a baby boy named Jordan. While most children would have resisted a new arrival into the family, Luke welcomed Jordan's arrival. Both boys were loved equally, there was no favoritism as there sometimes is between siblings. Luke took on the role of the older brother almost instantly, and would protect Jordan from any danger that could befall him. When Luke turned four, Dahlia and Richard would leave for hours at a time, hiring a babysitter to keep watch over the boys. This girl was not exceptionally good at what she did, and often spent the duration of the night on the phone with her boyfriend. Her inattentiveness led to what could have been a disaster.

One saturday evening, while their babysitter was busy on the phone, three-year-old Jordan wandered to the edge of the stairs to retrieve a ball that had rolled out of their playroom. When he bent to pick it up, he slipped and tumbled down the flight of stairs, coming to a halt on the landing. The loud thump that the accident made, along with Luke's shrill wailing, got her attention, and the boy was rushed to the hospital. His injuries weren't too severe, but he wasn't released until a week later. Jordan has no recollection of this. Luke blamed himself for not keeping a closer eye on his brother, and has since never let Jordan wander too far out of his sight. Needless to say, that babysitter was not hired again.

Growing up was no easy task for the brothers. Jordan was often picked on for being slightly smaller and frailer than most boys his age, though the bullies that plagued him were soon taken care of by Luke. The two attended an uptight, private high school after that, where the bullies weren't as prevalent. It was there that Luke found his first girlfriend, a small blonde by the name of May. The two were serious throughout their sophomore year, leaving Jordan to fend for himself. When Luke broke it off after discovering that May had recently received an 'A-' on a test, he instantly felt awful about the neglect he had shown to Jordan.

Midway through sophomore year, Luke's father taught him how to fence. Quite dextrous by nature, Luke picked it up easily, and soon became skilled with a rapier. It was then that Antimony appeared to him. Initially, Luke tried to slay the beast, but Antimony soon proved to be too much for him to handle. The two became companions after a day-long negotiation. Luke is now at Draconia to further hone his skills.

Meanwhile, Jordan began to study in his mother's library, discovering books filled with spells. Weeks passed, as he slowly taught himself white magic. His dragon, Nimbus, revealed herself to be the one who had prevented his death after the accident. Jordan merely gave her a quizzical expression. It was then that she realized that he didn't remember the incident.

Weapon: Luke carries a poison-tipped rapier. Approximately one-third of the blade has been dipped in Acrimony's venom. The blade is approximately one meter in length, and two centimeters in width. The hilt of the rapier is designed intricately, spiraling around Luke's hand in order to protect it. The handle is topped with a rose, and the part that encircles Luke's hand looks like a rose vine. The rapier is used mostly for stabbing, but the edges have been sharpened as well, so it may double as a slashing weapon.
Other: (Anything else)

Dragon:
Name: Acrimony
Gender: Male
Description: Click

Personality: Like his master, Acrimony is cunning and clever. Being a dragon, however, he is uninhibited by the emotion of paranoia, allowing him to act as the voice of reason in situations. Acrimony is intelligent, as can be expected from a dragon that Luke associates with. He is relentless in battle, though he often prefers to negotiate, much like Luke. Acrimony and Luke get along swimmingly, and often find themselves engaged in an intellectual battle of wits. The two will occasionally argue, as both are too stubborn to admit that they're wrong, but the bond between them runs deep, and a moment's spat isn't enough to break it.

Other: He can spray a poison mist from his mouth. When he needs to stay hidden, he transforms into this form, where he is about the size of a stuffed animal, and carted around in Luke's arms.

RP Sample:

Trainer Kat - Kansas' Pokémon Heroes said:

The sun was beating down on Pacifidlog that day. The hustle and bustle of both tourists and locals alike hung in the air. Waves lapped against the docks, gently misting whoever happened to be standing near the water at the time. At this time of day, the docks were usually unoccupied. This day would have been no different, if not for one boy serenely sprawled out upon the wood, a red apple clutched tightly in his fist. Jett Donnovan brought his hand up to his chest. Rather than taking a bite from the fruit, he released it into the air, catching it as it spiraled down to him. Once again, the apple took an unwanted flight before finding itself safely nestled into Jett's palm. The boy shut his grey-black eyes, putting passers-by under the impression that he was perhaps sunbathing on the docks. One look at his skin would tell a different story, however. Jett was white as a sheet, the ebony of his hair in sharp contrast with the rest of his body. His clothes looked like those that would be worn to a formal occasion. Black dress pants ran down his legs, fading away as his shoes came into view. It couldn't be said whether or not he wore socks. His ankles were never visible.

Jett released a heavy sigh as he brought the apple to his lips and took a bite. He had impulsively taken a trip to Pacifidlog, stumbling out of the ship that had carried him across the sea mere hours ago. It was then that he had made a beeline for the dock, and it was there that he stayed. His reasons for the spontaneous travel plans would remain hidden. It wasn't like he had anyone to tell, anyway. Truthfully, his former best friend had always longed to travel to Pacifidlog, and, after his untimely death, Jett vowed to take the trip for both of them. A single tear rolled down his cheek, though it didn't stay there for long. He swiftly wiped it away. It wasn't the first tear he'd shed over Akihiko, not by a long shot. Once more, he tossed the apple upwards, catching it and taking his second bite. The sweet scent of the fruit brought tears to his eyes. Sitting up, he turned towards the water and flung the apple outwards. It sailed a ways away, finally landing with a plop in the middle of the sea, bobbing there for a minute before sinking to the bottom.

"Dammit, Akihiko," Jett muttered, bringing his knees to his chest and encircling them with his arms. With his left hand, he wiped his face, though the tears wouldn't stop flowing. "I'm sorry…" he whimpered, burying his face in his knees. He cried silently for a few minutes, chest heaving as his eyes pumped out small droplets of water. When he could cry no more, he stood, wiping his face with his sleeves. With that, he left his former place of rest, making his way up the rows of shops that lined the marketplace. Jett's eyes retained a light pink hue, a vestige of his brief incident moments ago. Tourists perused the shops' wares, squabbling over what souvenirs to bring home. The trifling arguments elicited a dramatic eye roll from Jett. There were bigger things to worry about than what to buy little Suzie for her birthday.

A light aroma wafted through the air, redolent of Jett's seventh birthday. Cupcakes, admittedly more beautiful than Akihiko's disheveled creation, lined the cases of a bakery. An elderly woman was standing behind the counter, attempting to coerce tourists into buying "the best sweets in Pacifidlog". Clearly, the food was made with no love, or people would buy them of their own accord. Jett's terminus was the Pokémon Center a few feet away. Ordinary trainers would have entered and kicked back, perhaps ordered some food while they waited for their Pokémon to recover, but not Jett. His Pokémon had been healed before his trip to Pacifidlog, and he hadn't participated in a battle since then. Rather than go in and be somewhere he didn't need to, he took a seat on the edge of the dock, across from the Center. The waves lightly lapped the toe of his shoes. Without thought of anything else, Jett stared out towards the horizon, eyes locked on the point where the water blended into the sky.

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2nd Character:
Human:

Name: Jordan Reynard

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Element: Light

House: Coca

Description: While not Luke's twin, the two brothers bear a shocking resemblance to one another. Jordan is slightly smaller than Luke, reaching 5'9" in height, and weighing a mere 121 lbs. Jordan has no muscles to speak of, absolutely none. He is quite lanky, and not very strong at all, rendering him unfit for battle. He's rather attractive in the face, despite not being built like your typical boy. He has the same pallid complexion as his brother, dark ebony hair in shocking contrast to the alabaster of his skin. His hair is styled in the exact same fashion as Luke's, though one major difference is to be noted. Rather than containing thin purple streaks throughout, his hair is a solid black hue, save one portion - his bangs are dyed a light pink color. His eyes are a deep cyan, though they occasionally show flecks of pink. He wears a white button-down tee shirt, as well as a grey sweater. He wears brown pants. His outfit is the same as this one.

Personality: Jordan may very well be one of the nicest people in existance. He is extraordinarily kind, and would do anything to help another out, be they friend or otherwise. A kind smile seems permanently plastered onto his sweet face. His only downfall is that he is incredibly naive, having always been sheltered by his brother Luke. Jordan is very innocent, and his mind has not been tainted by thoughts of war, nor women. In fact, sometimes Luke is sure that Jordan is unaware as to how babies are made! Jordan detests fighting in any sense, and will do whatever he can to avoid harming anyone. If the need arises, however, he will be quite determined. Jordan is strong-willed, and often is his brother's support. He genuinely cares for other people, and will worry himself sick if he feels something is wrong.

History: See Luke's history.

Weapon: Jordan doesn't actually own a weapon in the traditional sense of the word. No matter where he goes, he carries a thick book with him. With a faded brown cover and thin, crumpled pages, the book is often mistaken for a bible. However, this is Jordan's book of spells, and he channels all his energy through the book. He isn't able to perform much in the way of attack magic, but he has the ability to heal the wounded (only to an extent, mind you), and casts assist spells, such as blinding the enemy. One of his specialties is creating antidotes. In this way, Jordan actually serves as the counter to his brother, as he is able to cure the poison Luke inflicts.

Other: Due to his small frame, and lack of fat, Jordan catches colds quite easily. During battle, he is always perched atop Nimbus, as he is too vulnerable on his own.

Dragon:
Name: Nimbus
Gender: Female
Description: Click

Personality: Despite her gruff outward appearance, Nimbus is a kind, graceful dragon. She is quick to help others. However, she does have a small bit of a lust for battle. She's intelligent, perhaps because she's far more observant than Jordan, so she is forced to act as his brain at times. She's clever and usually can devise a strategy to win. Nimbus is overprotective of Jordan, though less so than Luke and Acrimony.

Other: She functions mostly as Jordan's vehicle and brain, and seldom actually participates in fights.

Name: Zalisk Tiburon
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Anthro/Cat
Element: Air
House: Nidhogg

Description: Zalisk stands at about 5'8, and boasts nothing special in terms of height or athletic build. He is an average weight of 140 so if anything, he's lacking the qualifications of someone who would go into battle. The muscles on his body are quite firm, but unfortunately lacking much visibility, giving him the appearance of a true puny, weak kid. He has jet black hair which streams down to chin length. He has thick strands that hang over his right eye that always seem to annoy him but he never fixes the hairstyle. Throughout his hair are random uncontrollable gray/silver highlights that shimmer in the sun but sometimes give him the appearance of an old man. Its in Zalisk's hair where we see the first of Zalisk's most prominent features. A pair of gray fuzzy cat-like ears that stick off the top of his head and point into the sky. The tip of the left ear always tends to droop down a little bit. Underneath his mop top of hair, Zalisk hides a very thoughtful and attractive face which says nothing but modesty. His eyes are very characteristic of his cross breeding and quite beautiful. They are narrow, hiding his true thoughts behind him but still provide a sense of security. They have emerald green irises and vertical pupils that are always changing in size as he analyzes his surroundings. He has creamy tanned Caucasian skin which is usually quite smooth, almost girly smooth, because of his obsession with self hygiene, mostly related to his cat like tendencies. Covering his slim upper body, he wears a close fitting white baseball tee-shirt with green sleeves that extend just down to his elbows. The shirt ends just above a pair of midnight blue jeans that fit snuggly, once again giving the appearance of having absolutely no muscle mass. The jeans closely follow his narrow figure down to a pair of bright red converse style tennis shoes with white tips. Its at the pants where Zalisk's other more characteristic trait is revealed and one that can't be ignored. Especially since because of it, Zalisk has a firm hole in the back of every pair of pants he owns. A slim gray tail with a black tip that always waggles out behind him. It sits just above the final noticable feature on Zalisk that no one would miss for 200 feet away. The massive weapon he carries behind him. It has no sheath, but more of a holster made from a system of straps and buttons. It sits horizontally at waist height.

Personality: Zalisk isn't much of what you would expect from a cat mix. He is a reserved young boy who always enjoys reading a good book. Its easy for him to talk to other people and strike up conversation since he is always keeping himself up to date on current events and has vast historical and cultural knowledge. He is very soft spoken in his tone of voice and rarely ever raises it above conversational level. He loves being engaged in intellectual conversations and can sit for hours under a tree talking. At least he can if he doesn't fall asleep. Another trait of the cat that Zalisk picked up is the fact that he is very lazy. He can most times be found in a tree, snoozing on a branch where people can't climb and wake him up. He always enjoys these naps and finds them essential to every day activity. He'll be quite cranky if he is awoken from any form of sleep. Even though all of this makes Zalisk sound like a very smart student, his grades are sub-par at best. He has no desire to to attempt and improve grades when he knows he has the essential intelligence he needs. His smarts lies more with out of school situations where he can put you in a logical lock or find loopholes in the system. He likes to take shortcuts in everything he does and usually succeeds in doing so. All of the intelligence he has, along with his scrawny appearance, lead Zalisk to his major personality dis function which is his love for over sized things from his childhood. He doesn't like anyone touching his weapon, not that they can lift it anyway, and he HATES people touching his tail.

History: Zalisk lead an average life from the beginning, as average as one could get living with a family full of half cat people. From an early age, he was taught by his parents the essentials of what he was. He was put through agility training and constantly told that he would have to get quicker and faster than anything and the only thing he could trust in the world was his claws. Well there were two things wrong with that statement. The first thing wrong was that Zalisk didn't understand the logic behind not trusting anyone. If that were true, the shouldn't he not be trusting his family? Or should he not be trusting the fact that they told him not to trust anyone so in truth he should actually trust them? This was the birth of Zalisk's obsession with paradoxes and finding out every current even happening to find the many examples of mistrust through out the world. The other thing wrong with "the only thing he could trust in the world was his claws" was the fact that... Zalisk had no claws. His whole family had learned their techniques based off of hand to hand claw combat and were known for tearing their opponents to shreds. While poor Zalisk... just had human fingernails. For years his parents merely hoped that it was a delayed growth and that he would have them in no time, but that proved not to be true unfortunately. He was forced to watch as his parents adored his older brother for how full and great his claws were and how his skills were increasing every day. It was here that Zalisk decided to change this. Focusing on learning the families magic of air, he began to focus and learn to control it to the tiniest degree. He soon learned that using this intense air focus, he could make objects feel lighter than they really were by using the air to hold them up. He immediately decided to create a weapon for himself... bigger than his brother's stupid claws. The weapon finally completed, he showed his family who just laughed at him. He has been developing his air technique and massive swordsmanship ever since. Now at the school of Draconia, he was ready to show what his techniques can do.

Weapon: He has one massive sword he simply calls Feather. An obvious oxymoron to its raw size and weight. It more resembles a gigantic butcher knife than a sword but thats how he likes it. He keeps it strapped behind him horizontally waist high and is held together by a complex system of straps and buttons. The sword is much to big to unsheath so he releases it from its hold by undoing a single strap which starts a chain reaction of releases and lets the sword crash to ground. Zalisk's attempt at intimidation before a fight.
Other: Through intense concentration training, Zalisk has developed the art of making his sword feel lighter by constantly holding it up with Air magic. He has advanced the technique to the point of constantly having it going subconsciously but this unfortunately greatly hinders his ability to use magics effectively while he is wielding his weapon.

Dragon:
Name: Saint
Gender: Female
Description: Here she is

Personality: A dragon with just the personality Zalisk needed to whip him into shape. She is a very insightful and thought oriented Dragon and always likes to make plans and work hard to achieve goals. She believes in training to make the body and mind stronger and that idle time is wasted on the lazy. Which is exactly what Zalisk is. She tends to be very naggy to her master and is always trying to encourage him to work on his skills instead of sleeping or laying around. Despite her always trying to make Zalisk work and train, the two have a wonderful relationship and understand each other deeply. They learn from each other every day, even if they're too stubborn to admit it...

Other: Aphrodite's smaller form is one taken to appease her master as well is have some lazy tendencies of herself. Her small form is one of a small silver kitten with soft fur that shimmers in the sunlight. She'll rarely be seen actually walking while in this form but much rather likes to sit on the hilt of Zalisk's sword or will hang tucked in the neck of his shirt just under his chin. Her small form is tiny, able to fit into the palm of your hand, though her actual form is quite sizable.

Could I please reserve a spot as Lyon Siegmund, with Fire element...I'll complete it tomorrow...thanks.
Nidhogg house, sign-up tomorrow, I promise!

Here's my sign up from serebii, with no edits at all. I don't like this sign up very much, so I might change it a bit, but not the element or the dragon, Rena needs a little fixing up. ;_; Hope everything is all right.


Human:

Name: Renelle (Rena) Chagnue

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Element: Psychic

House: Nidhogg

Description:

As an immigrant to America, Rena doesn't fit the country girl profile as a blonde with blue eyes. Rena's an Australian and Chinese mix; she seems exotic in her looks with cat-like eyes and dark hair. She stands around 5'6 in height with a slender, meek build to her. Rena bears herself proudly by standing straight with her head held high but with a calm smile on her face. Her hair is loosely cut, with layers and it goes a little bit below her shoulders maybe to where her ribs start. It is a pitch black with some streaks of dark brown that blend in. Her skin is the regular light skin that is slightly tan from being in the hot Australian sun and her eyes are large and cat-like fitting in the Asian description perfectly. Rena's face is slender with prominent cheekbones giving her a pretty, noble look.

Her clothes are a whole bunch of things varying from dynamic dresses to plain white T-shirts, though her preferred wear is very simple. Usually her wear consists of a sleeveless shirt that is white with a baby-blue hood. The shirt and hood is very thin and she also wears a pair of dark blue shorts. Her feet are covered with a pair of water-resilient boots that are made of soft brown leather and go a little bit above her ankle.

Because Rena attended private school for much of her life, she also has a school uniform which consists of a starched white blouse complete with a cute blue-striped tie and skirt. She isn't keen on wearing it, not because it gives her bad memories, but she just doesn't like wearing a uniform and thinks that it is ugly. A habit of hers is to cross her arms.

Personality:

Rena's an easy-going girl who is very collected. Maybe a little silent and cold to others but she is pretty tolerable with a bit of humor. Rena's a curious girl who wants to figure out the kinks in life and everything that interests her. Yet, Rena is a procrastinator, and is lazy as a person gets. She isn't a born genius or someone who is extremely intelligent at the level of Bill Gate's, and she knows this. Often she jokes that she is a 'self-made genius' as an excuse to skip doing homework and other boring things. Often when others are doing projects due in a month, she'll be doing something totally useless to her and her education. Rena is extremely idle when it comes to homework and will do anything not to do it; though, when she sees her grade going down, she'll push herself to do the extra-mile. She's smart, just lazy when it comes to work.

Rena is a reasonable person that doesn't panic a lot, thinking that life will play itself out. She isn't intensely serious, but at the same time she isn't a jolly care-free teenager. Rena is more in the middle as a laid-back person with a sarcastic edge who just wants to live easily through life. She is very open in her ideals, thinking that everyone is on the same level as her and respects every person. Often she is in the library researching things that spark her interest for fun, and she has a thirst for knowledge. Not a horrible thirst for knowledge as to gain power, but more like she does it as a hobby to learn more things.

She is a little arrogant and haughty because of her noble heritage and her intelligence, but she admires hard-workers-people who aren't extremely clever but try their best to get those A's. She is inspired by those people to actually try and do her homework right when it is assigned and not late at night with drooping eyelids and stress in her mind that she won't finish the assignment by morning.

History:

The Chagnues were a well-known family gifted in magic for many centuries, and they still are magically endowed. Rena was born one February day to a Chinese mother and an Australian father of European descent who was also a musician. Her mother went to Kitsukata and her father went to Griffinia, and somehow their child was born with neither of their traits. Rena had been bonded with a dragon much to their dismay and they quickly adapted to this. When the girl grew up to be 6, her parents moved from Australia to San Francisco. Regrettably, her parents had to move back to Australia because of business matters and other reasons.

The private school was only out on weekends, and during those times Rena lived with her grandfather who also happened to have gone to Draconia. Her grandfather didn't teach her much about magic, and usually she would just to go his big, grand house and explore in it. Often she was trapped in a bundle of cobwebs, but she did find some interesting things. Her grandfather loved music, he adored music and would play Bach and works by other famous composers on his piano, violin, cello, and other instruments. Rena loved the music and enjoyed hearing the noise through the house, echoing while she did her homework. Sadly, she couldn't play very well, and the notes she played on the violin sounded like a cat getting strangled which gave her and her family a good laugh.

She made friends with the regular kids and often went to movies and other things. Her family didn't give her money (she had a measly allowance of 20 dollars a month), and her grandfather strictly believed that you had to earn your money. Rena was too lazy to get a job, but didn't complain about being a poor stricken teenager either. During her freshman year, her grandfather taught her some rudimentary basic magic like lifting a penny off the ground and stuff like that.

She continued to go to regular school, until her 15th birthday when her parents decided to send her to the academy the following year. She knows much about the magical community (so she won't be totally freaked out when she sees an anthro), but nothing really about magic. Also on holidays (both Christmas and summer) she goes to visit her parents in Australia and once she went China and Japan to visit her relatives there.

Weapon:

As the saying goes, "one man's trash is another's treasure". The saying fits well indeed with Rena's case. She has two small throwing knives that she found in her grandfather's attic. Both handles are covered with a rough red cloth that is tied to the ends. Yet, they still glimmer in the sunlight and despite being old-they are very sharp. Rena was rushed to the hospital more than once for cutting herself with them. Her goal with these knives is to be capable of using her powers to move them through the air and then at her opponent which she has no success in doing yet. Her grandfather only gave her two of a set of ten, but promised to send more in the future.

Other:

She loves apples and sometimes if she is a meter away from a basket of them, she can float it into her hand. Of course, that's about how magical she gets, and Rena can't lift extremely heavy and large objects. She also wants to use her powers to play a violin in thin air if possible.

She also has a cousin that goes to Kitsukata and is a 3rd year student.

Dragon:

Name: Aristotle

Gender: Male

Description:

Aristotle is a rather large dragon who is as long as a two story house. He is serpent-like and is sleek with elegance. His tail is two meter long, and he has slender, muscular arms and legs. Big, wide wings that are half the size of his body come from the middle of his body, and can lift him well into the air. His claws look deadly and sharp, but in truth, they're just looks. The scales glisten in the sunlight, and are always shimmering like silver for Aristotle is a white dragon. His slender face seems a little war-like and fierce, but in reality he is a gentle creature who doesn't seem to like to fight. Sky blue eyes adorn his face giving it a stern look, and often they reflect of someone bequeathed with wisdom and softness.

He can fold his wings back so they wouldn't be awkwardly hitting things, and Rena found an old saddle in a dingy store in China for him. It is made of silk with a border of yellow thread and many different designs (mostly of dragons and lotus flowers) on it. It is faded and torn at places, with splotches of mud everywhere. Whoever owned it before did a shoddy job of caring for it. Rena usually prefers to ride on top of his head instead of on the saddle. His teeth are sharp and jagged and he makes sure they're as white as ivory. He flies fast and very well despite his size.

In his 'small' size, he becomes the size of a cat (though he is a little longer than the average cat).

Personality:

Named after the famous philosopher, Aristotle is quite wise…and grumpy. He and Rena are on odds and ends at times. Aristotle is a very neat dragon who believes that in order to fulfill tasks to the fullest, hard work must be done. This contrasts extremely with Rena's views on procrastinating, and more than once this caused them to stop speaking to each other for a week. He is sick and tired of staying up at 1 in the morning helping Rena on one of her homework problems, though he admits she's improving on not being lazy.
He wonders constantly about things, and has sharp eyes that don't miss a single detail that anyone does. Logical, thoughtful, and quite the thinker, he is a realistic dragon that could become an amazing detective. He is also a bit oblivious; though, many times he drives away people by acting stoic and indifferent and scaring them away without realizing it.

Other: He loves gazing at the night sky and looking at stars.

Mater Trainer Empoleon: Still waiting on the RPG sample.

ACC-M: Reserved, you have three days.

Silver Tail: Accepted, thanks for the edit.

Blue Pikachu: Reserved lightning, Orochi's house has been lengthened so that is reserved for you. You have three days,

Brad: The Elements have lengthened so your reservation for the dark element is all good. You have three days.

Willt: Thanks for editing, accepted.

Trainer Kat: Reserved, you have three days.

Kansas: Accepted, thank you.

Narutard: Your place of fire element is reserved, the houses have been lengthened, so your place is reserved in Niddhog too.

Lemon Tea: Same as Narutard.

LENGTHENING THE SPOTS SO THAT THERE IS ROOM FOR EVERYONE IN THEY'RE PREFERED HOUSES/ELEMENTS. I know its an odd number but we will be going by houses, when house spaces are full then sign ups are closed.

Would you mind if I re-used my character?

Name: Clytemnestra (Chloe) Althea

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Species: Elf

Element: Earth

House: Orochi

Description: Like all elves, Chloe is rather short compared to most other species for her age. Standing at merely five feet, five inches, this teenager still regards herself as beautiful. Her long, silver hair reaches down to the small of her back and blocks most of her forehead. Under the silvery bangs lie her majestic azure eyes. The blue orbs seem to be peering in to one's very soul when she stares at you. Almost every day, she's wearing a sleeveless, white button-down shirt and a short, plaid skirt consisting of a variety of colors. She also sports a pair of white sneakers that she strives to keep clean. Around her neck she fashions a pendent with an opal stone that her mother gave her. Regarding her figure, Chloe is extremely fit. Like humans, elves too go through a form of puberty, but at a slower rate. This however, wasn't the case for Chloe. By the age of fifteen, she had form of an elf in her prime. She takes great pride in her beauty which can make her quite annoying at times.

Personality: As stated in the description, Chloe has a knack for getting on people's nerves at times. She obsesses over her looks and isn't afraid to tell off anyone who thinks of her as ugly. She has a tendency to brag about completely irrelevant things in class and unless stopped, she'd never notice it. With both beauty and brains, Chloe feels as if life could get no better. Although her friends tell her otherwise, Chloe insist that she is indeed, one of the most popular girls in school. Due to her slender elven physique, Chloe uses her speed to get out of tight situations, namely one-on-one combat. Her elemental orientation allows her to give some powerful hits while also making a speedy escape. The only problem is, her body is extremely fragile and two or three powerful hits can put her out.

History: Chloe was born in England but moved to America with her father when she turned five. Due to America's abundance of humans, the small elf felt very out of place and had very little friends. This all changed when she became a student at the Draconian School of Mythology. Chloe was always interested with mythology and seeing as her species had some ties with the subject, she was ecstatic when she learned she'd be attending. It was a huge relief when she found out that many students were elves just like her. She was delighted by the fact that she could finally make of for all that lost time she spent locked up in her little room.

Weapon: Two daggers.

Other: Chloe has many interests in boys no matter what species. She's craves attention so she flirts with many guys. Also, can her Earth ability act as a defense mechanism as well? (like creating walls of rock to protect her.)


Dragon:

Name: Gaia

Gender: Female

Description: Here you go!. The only difference is she's just about a half a foot taller than Chloe. When indoors, she transforms into a much smaller version of herself, minus the wings.

Personality: A very calm and quiet creature, Gaia is pretty much the opposite of Chloe. This wise dragon occasionally warns Chloe of her obsession with looking good but never strikes an argument with the girl. Even in her miniature form, Gaia just sits atop Chloe's shoulder and stares into space. During battle, Gaia doesn't like to ride things out and ends things quickly. She would readily admit when her opponent is too powerful and forfeit. Because of this, Gaia has yet to see her true potential. Her relationship with Chloe is slowly deteriorating as the two spend less and less time together. She has pretty much grown used to the weak state of being separated from her owner.

Other: Favorite food is fish (not really relevant...)

Sorry, Gummy. But for now the Nidhogg house has been taken up by other members. You may pic another and if a member of the Nidhogg house falls out or is denied then you may take up that space, but for now I cannot take on more Nidhogg members, I already extended it XP Your element of Earth is reserved though.

Well, her personality does fit the Orochi house as well, so you can put her there.

Ok. I cleaned up the description and added a little bit to it. I also added an RP sample. Hope that's enough. :)

Live from beyond the RPG Grave... its my sign-up!

Well, here is my old SPPF signup.

Name: Dante Xavius
Age: 14
Gender: MALE!
Species: Chaos Elf (See Description)
Element: Dark!
House: OROCHI!!! Evil is good too...
Description: Dante, a Chaos Elf, looks a lot like an elf, but not completely the same, Chaos elves have halos of various colors, usually made of energy. Then, they also have three eyes- one on the forehead, as well as horns that point upward diagonally. Dante is homozygous for a lot of the best traits of the species. He is melanistic, and has pitch-black skin. His halo is a deep, blood red, and looks ominous. His hair is white and spiked, in the hairstyle of Vegeta from DBZ. Dante is slim, and has noticeable muscles- this gives him a great balance of speed, grace, and muscle strength. Although not the strongest, his hard work has made him a formidable foe. He is 6'5". His eyes are a deep sapphire blue. His horns are golden. He wears traditional armor- red in color with gold patterns inlaid into the hard, enchanted metal armor- at least in battle. This armor covers his whole body, excluding his head, although a neckband on the armor can be controlled by magic to become a helmet by unfolding and extending. Outside of that, he wears a white, tiger fur shirt, suede boots, black in color, blue jeans, and a red leather jacket with a blue hexagram on the back. When outside in this outfit, he also sports a nice white fedora and black sunglasses.
Personality: Dante is a quiet, reserved child. He does not like socialization, and he enjoys the quiet comfort of loneliness, loneliness including his dragon, that is. Dante has never really enjoyed others- he avoids others, and keeps to himself. Being intelligent, he excels in classes and enjoys reading, and history. He also enjoys trivia, and is addicted to Jeopardy. He relishes his relaxation time- a time where he can be alone. In social situations, he avoids conversation as much as he is able to, and often hides in the shadows. His inner thoughts are serious, and to him, precious. He never reveals them. He also trusts none of his peers- this is a paranoid instinct he developed from his history. Above all, Dante is calm, always calm, and this keeps him happy and focused with the stresses of an increasingly social atmosphere.

Dante, inside, almost wants to socialize. However, he realized a long time ago that certain eccentricities would always keep him away from most of his peers. Dante almost never smiles, or jokes- except around Baphomet. Then, he seems to let loose the carefree part of himself- he jokes, smiles, laughs around Baphomet. The two have coexistence much like that of two teenage friends- always hanging out.

The inner Dante is much different from the outer. Although he always remains polite, cold, quiet, and obedient (to adults) inner Dante is profane, cynical, and sarcastic- some of this comes out around Baphomet- but in less angry tones, and more carefree, joking tones.

Dante's thoughts of love, and other things similar- including raising a family, patriotism, etc, are very cynical. Here are his thoughts.
"Patriotism is just hopelessness combined with nothing else to do. Who gives a crap about one's country- they love to screw us over. I say march around, and burn your national flag. If your country sucks that is."
"Love- such a waste of time and money. Buy this, she swoons, you date for a while, she may dump you, if she doesn't, you get married, have kids. Then comes divorce. Whoop de doo- my whole life was wasted on crap like that! Who needs love? Devotion is for work and self-betterance, idiots.
"Kids are the worst things ever- a combination of outlandish demands, karma, and annoyance. A-B-O-R-T-I-O-N!!!"
The most scathing ones are about religion. By threat of death, Dante will never talk of it- it always gets people angry.

Of course, these inner thoughts anger others a lot. Dante has learned never to speak his mind- or his comfortable little lifestyle away from others will be shattered- no longer does he want to be bothered by others.


History: Ah, where to begin. Dante was born into a nice, quiet life. His parents lived with him in Maui. Eventually, he went to a special school, disguised by enchantment as a human. His prodigal knowledge and quiet nature pitted the other students against him, and constant praise set him even farther apart. The isolation and teasing let him focus on work, turning him into a cold shell. As he progressed at a rapid rate, older students in his grade hated him for showing them up. Eventually, at age 13, he graduated high school, the valedictorian of his class. His knowledge gave him a bad price, however- he became antisocial, and all of the local kids were alienated towards him, their egos broken into pieces. For the next year, Dante relaxed, and learned higher things through books. For that year he trained hard with ancient heirlooms of his family. By the time he turned 14, he was somewhat prepared for the new excursion he was going on.
Weapon: Dante wields priceless family heirlooms. Black in color, engraved with diamonds and gold in a fiery pattern, these mighty swords are used pretty well, but not perfectly. He also has a ringblade, which is thrown. Armed with 666 white blades, this ring always returns to Dante. It is great for large amounts of enemies.
Other: Dante sleeps in freezing temperatures and absolute silence.



Dragon:

Name: Baphomet
Gender: Male…
Description: He is the color of black night, but with gold stripes in some places. These scales are nearly indestructible. They are layered very well, and therefore, Baphomet does not need armor… yet. He is 666 ft long at full size, and is as tall as a 6-story building. His torso is relatively slender, and on both sides, the torso is covered in white spikes. There are also some in ridges across the back after the saddle and the wings. His two legs are smaller than is arms, yet are incredibly powerful. His tail is a medium length, and ends in a red ball covered in gold spikes. On the other end of the torso are his wings, arms, and neck. His arms are about 10 ft long, and end in a five-clawed hand, rare among dragons. These claws are like sabers; a tad bit curved, but also long and sharp, like Wolverine's claws. Then, behind his arms and the saddle, are his wings. They are long for his age. The back is covered in one ridge of spikes. Then, we see Baphomet's head. First, it begins with two sets of white horns. One set curves straight back, like bull horns, while the others spiral down and continue the length of Baphomet's head. The surface of Baphomet's head starts flat, rises, curves inward, keeps going, and rises while curing out again at the snout. Below the surface, the surface is basically mirrored, but when the head curves in, we see Baphomet's ruby-red eyes, and below them an inverted ridge filled with white spikes. Then, the head becomes one again at the snout. The bottom is basically flat, until, at the end of the snout, we see the bottom curve up slightly. On the snout, between the nostrils is the long, black horn extending straight forward. The aforementioned saddle is actually clear leather, thanks to magic, but very, very tough. It has many pockets for Dante's supplies.
Personality: Baphomet is like Dante- quiet and cold towards most people. He too enjoys being alone with Dante, and often talks about sophisticated things with his partner. Dante knows Baphomet well, and vice versa. Baphomet alone is antisocial and cold towards everybody. He enjoys sleep, or flying through the air, and especially hunting. Baphomet is a wise dragon for his youthful age- not reckless, but not mild. He is calculating and tactical, perfect for a battle companion.
Other: He is of a royal purebred line- but no one knows it. That is why he has odd red eyes.

17 people have signed up or reserved a spot...
Out of those 17, only 4 aren't in Nidhogg or Orochi.

...I'm sensing a wee unbalance in the force. I also sense a wee bit of other things, but I'll refrain from posting them publicly. XD

I'm only on Orochi because sister is. Feel free to move me to Fafnir if you need some more spaces, RP creator person.

Ya even though i'm a Nidhogger here, I'm definitely seeing what Anima's point and saw it before he posted about it, i'm willing to change houses for the sake of the RP to maintain balance. with 17 RPers its gonna need as much balance as possible

Animadversion said:

I also sense a wee bit of other things, but I'll refrain from posting them publicly. XD

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I want to know. ;< P-Princess?

Also, yeah, if not enough people sign up for the houses to be balanced, I can move as well.

To be honest with you, it doesn't really matter. Your going to be working in groups anyways. Houses aren't really as important here as they are in Harry Potter XP

Oh, uh, how big are the dragons supposed to be, Shadow? I kind of got the impression they'd be about horse size (give or take), but some descriptions have led me to believe otherwise... =p

I mean, it's already kinda' weird that we're in modern times and people are walking around unnoticed with giant swords, if we add giant dragons into the mix I feel like it's going to get a little silly. >>