[Other FULL] Dragons' Plight (OOC/SU) (M)

[Lipey]

Dragons' Plight
IC Thread

Prologue​

Outside, snow fell down from the sky slowly, covering the ground in a white blanket. The church bells rang as a wedding was about to begin. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of Asliana's life… The day that the young woman married the man of her dreams, Alexander Marshall.

The young woman took a deep breath, and started to walk down the aisle, heading towards her soon-to-be husband and the pastor who would be wedding them. Her father also stood at the front next to Alexander. Asliana's face was covered by a veil, and her white dress moved ever so slightly as she slowly walked down the aisle. She stopped next to Alexander, both facing the pastor as he began the ceremony.

Alexander turned to face Asliana, taking her hands in his as they finished their wedding vows. "Do you, Alexander Marshall, take Asliana Halle as your lawfully wedded wife?" the pastor asked, looking directly at the groom.

Alexander smiled, looking directly at Asliana. "I d-" But, before he could finish, a loud sound could be heard outside. Almost as if something heavy had fallen from the sky near the church. Then, within seconds, a gaping hole was ripped in the church's ceiling by large, black claws. Asliana's eyes widened as she turned around to see a large, red dragon staring directly at her and Alexander. She was frozen in fear as the dragon reached for her, but she was pushed back by Alexander just before the dragon could grab her. But, he not only saved the young bride… He also gave his life to save hers.

Asliana watched, frozen in fear as the dragon's claws wrapped around Alexander and lifted him up out of the church. She watched in terror as the man that she was to marry was torn to shreds. The only sound she made was a scream as guards dragged her away from the scene, her eyes swelling with tears.

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Asliana took a deep breath and glanced back at those she had convinced to work with her to complete her goal, her long, black hair being blown by the wind. Her gaze was then directed to the cave that the group had gathered in front of. A fire could be seen illuminating the cave from the back. Silently, Aliana stepped inside to see the dragon that resided there sleeping. She gave a quick nod to those who were with her, and lightning began to crackle in her hands.

Almost as quickly as the spark formed, she launched it at the dragon, awakening it. As the dragon woke, Asliana unsheathed her sword and pointed it at the dragon. "Prepare to meet your true fate, vile creature," she said, glaring at the dragon before her.

The dragon pushed himself to his feet, and glared at the group of Dragon Slayers. Seeing the hostility in the way they stood and looked at him, the dragon sighed. "You lot don't know wha-" Before he could finish, Asliana had already launched another charge of electricity at him.

With that, a battle between them broke out. After a long, and seemingly impossible battle, Asliana made the final blow on the dragon, slaying him then and there. As she did so, a look of determination entered her gaze. Any doubts she had about doing this disappeared… All of her hard work over the past couple of years had not gone to waste, and she knew from then on, she would be able to accomplish her goal, which was to seek out, and kill, the dragon that had caused her so much pain and misery over the years, as well as kill any other dragon that stood in her path...

Plot Summary​

This roleplay takes place in Medieval times, in a land where magic, dragons, etc. exists. In this time, a group of dragon slayers has risen to remove the, what they think to be, vile creatures known as dragons from the world. With the first dragon having been slain, news has traveled quickly. As such, a small group of dragons has come together to track down and stop these dragon slayers, though will they be able to stop them in a semi-peaceful manner? Or will an unavoidable fight break out? With both parties almost assured to meet eventually, it's only a matter of time until the fate of the dragons is decided...

Setting​

The roleplay takes place in a Medieval setting, in a world filled with magical creatures, magic, and much more. The climate of the land that this roleplay takes place in, which is called Havenedge, depends on where you're located. The more northern regions are covered in mountains, ice, and snow. The rivers that flow through this region are almost always frozen. The ocean in the northern regions is home to several glaciers, and the ocean is often times hazarded with ice, even in the summer, spring, and autumn.

The more southern regions are warmer, though it occasionally snows in the winter. The land is bordered with sandy beaches, and fishing is much more common when you're closer to the coast. Several temperate forests are located in this region, which are filled with deer, and other game to be hunted. The land is also dotted with several lakes, rivers, and farms.

The Northern Region is home to the city of Snow Grotto in the northwest near the coast. This city's economy is focused on what is caught in the region's freezing ocean. Aeroshill is located in the northeast, near one of Havenedge's many mountain ranges. This city's economy is based off of the mines, which are underneath, and inside the mountains which surround the city.

The Southern Region holds the city of Sandymont, which is located along the southern coast, towards the center. This city's economy is based on fishing and trading with other lands. The city of Crossbere is located beyond one of the Southern Regions' many forests, and is located more to the southeast. This city's economy is focused around the farms that surround the city, and hunting in the near-by forest.

The capital city, Earthbriar, is located in the center of Havenedge. Though it's chillier than the Southern Region, it's not quite as cold as the Northern Region. Earthbriar's economy is based on tourism, as several people visit the capitol city each day. This city is also home to several wealthy people, including the King and Queen, which watch over Havenedge as a whole. Several farms also surround the city.

Havenedge is also dotted with several villages, who's economy's are based off of whatever city they are closest to.

Rules

1. Follow all of the rules of the Roleplaying Corner, and the PokeCommunity Forums.

2. Romance is allowed, and is actually encouraged. Just remember to keep things PG-13 :p

3. A Dragon Slayer does not necessarily have to hate all dragons, just be sure to give them a fairly good reason for being a Dragon Slayer c:

4. All dragons have the ability to transform into a human form, which can be quite useful at certain points of the roleplay.

5. No 'neutral' characters will be accepted. Though neutrals can add to the plot of the story sometimes, other times they just distract from the main plot, which isn't something that we want to to do all that often. Though, it is fine if a character decides to break away from their main group for a while later on in the rp.

6. No characters like the following:
- A human who wishes to stop the Dragon Slayers and help the Dragons.
- A Dragon who wishes to help the Dragon Slayers for whatever reason.

Though character like this may be interesting, it would be, all around, be rather difficult to pull off. Especially the second one.

7. Though, don't be fooled by the last rule, though I won't be accepting characters like that right off the bat, as the rp progresses, a character betraying their faction will be allowed, as it'll cause drama between characters, which can be quite fun to roleplay~

8. Feel free to create as many characters as you feel that you can handle, though I don't want anyone pushing themselves to make the most characters :p

9. Please be reasonable with character deaths. If a character takes a fatal wound, then there's a high chance that they will die. Though, remember that you can always create another character to replace them c:

Character Application​

Dragon Slayer

Name: (First and last)
Age: (Must be at least 18, and no older than 35)
Appearance: (Description or pic is fine~)
History: (Be detailed, please. Be sure to explaine why they want to slay dragons c: )
Personality: (Be detailed. I want to know what your character acts like~)
Powers/Abilities: (This is where you put what magical abilities your character has, if they have any. Are they able to control fire? Are they a mage or necromancer?)
Weapon(s): (Does your character use a weapon? If so, what kind of weapon(s) do they use? Remember that this is a medieval roleplay, so weapons such as guns, etc. aren't allowed :p)
Other: (Put anything else that you'd like to add here~)

Dragon

Name: (If the name has any specific meaning to it, you can also put it here in parenthesis~)
Age: (Remember that these are dragons, so it'd be reasonable for them to be really old. I won't put any limits on their age, but keep it reasonable.)
Appearance in dragon form: (This is where you describe what they look like as a dragon. Pictures are also allowed.)
Appearance in human form: (This is where you describe how the appear as a human. Pictures are also allowed.)
History: (Tell me a little bit about their history. Any large problems that they may have had?)
Personality: (Tell me how your character acts~)
Powers/Abilities: (Tell me what element that your dragon has control has control over, and give some examples of what they can do. Your character doesn't have to breath fire unless you want them to~)
Other: (Anything that I forgot to add that you want to mention? Put it here~)

My Characters​

Asliana

Spoiler:

Name: Asliana Halle

Age: 25

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Personality: Asliana is the kind of person that you would rarely see joking around, and is very serious. She tends to take things too far, and is very stubborn in her beliefs, and firmly believes that all dragons are foul creatures, and that they are all the same. Though to most she can come off as cold, or even rude, Asliana is actually a very nice person who truly cares about those that are close to her. She's also very calm and collected, and is also rather difficult to anger. Though it is not an easy task to earn her trust and respect, it is one that would be worth it in the end.

History: Asliana grew up in a small village that was nestled near the mountains in the northern regions. Though snow was almost always on the ground, life was still simple and peaceful for herself, her family, and everyone that lived in the village. As Asliana aged, she learned to be a proper lady, being taught how to do household things by her mother, whilst her father trained the boys of the village in the ways of combat and fighting, teaching them each how to fight with a sword and shield. Of course, being the lady that she was, Asliana showed no interest in fighting.

Years passed. A few months after the young woman had turned twenty, the day that she thought would be the happiest day of her life rolled around. It was to be her wedding day. Snow fell lightly from the sky, and almost everyone that lived in the village had gathered in the church to attend to the wedding service. It was to be a joyful day for everyone, until tragedy struck. Just as Alexander, Asliana's fiance, was about to say "I do,", there was a loud noise outside, as if something had fallen from the sky.

Within seconds, a hole was torn in the church's roof, and Asliana had been pushed aside by Alexander. The young woman watched in terror as the dragon tore her fiance to pieces, tears in her eyes as she was dragged away by the town's guards.

For months, it was nearly impossible to get the once kind and bubbly young womanl to do anything. Obviously depressed by the events of her wedding, Asliana had closed herself off from almost everyone, aside from her mother and father, whom she would barely even speak with. Her parents worried about her, and had no clue what they could do to cheer their daughter up… That is, until one day, Asliana approached her father.

With a deep breath, Asliana looked up at him, a look of determination on her face. "Father," she started, obviously very sure of what he wanted. "I want to learn how to fight with a weapon. I want to be able to defend myself should something like what happened arise again. I couldn't stand to just stand there and watch, unable to do nothing… I felt so… useless.."
She watched as her parents gave her a look of utter shock. A woman learning to use a weapon was unheard of! "Asliana…." her father began, unsure of what to say to his daughter's request. "Do you know wha-"

"I know very well what I'm asking, Father," she replied, cutting him off. "This is what I truly want," she added, looking him right in the eyes. "I know that what I'm asking is unheard of, but I do not want to feel useless like I did at my wedding." As she spoke, her voice gained a tone of pure confidence.

After a moment of pure silence, Asliana's father sighed, and nodded reluctantly. "If this is what you really want…. Then I guess it would be wrong of me to say no," he replied. "We will begin tomorrow," he added with a small smile.

Starting the next day, Asliana and her father worked one on one, him teaching her how to properly fight with a sword, and block attacks with a shield. Though the young woman would often times find herself bruised, she didn't care. She was getting what she wanted. The ability to protect herself, and also those that she cared about… As months went on, Asliana discovered that, along with the use of her weapon, she also had magical capabilities. To be more specific, Asliana could perform Electromancy.

Soon, Asliana was as skilled a fighter as almost all of the men of her village. Of course, the woman refused to work as a guard… Instead, another intention entered her mind. Revenge. She wanted to avenge the life of her fiance, and, to do so, she would need to kill the dragon that had ruined her wedding… With that decision, Asliana left her home in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep, and went out in search of the dragon. But, not only the dragon that had caused her so much pain… No, Asliana took it a step further to believe that all dragons were like that, and made it her mission to purge the world of the so-called 'vile' creatures.

After meeting several people, and creating a small group of travelers who all shared the same intentions as she, Asliana set off to slay their first dragon… A battle ensured, and Asliana, along with her comrades, came out victorious… Though the battle was won… the war had only begun.

Powers/Abilities: Asliana is capable of performing Electromancy, and can create electricity in her hands to launch at a target. She also has a 'sixth sense' for locating dragons, which works as a sort of feeling in her gut when a dragon is near.

Weapon(s): She uses a one-handed sword given to her from her father.

Other: She's the 'leader' of the Dragon Slayers.

Arima

Spoiler:

Name: Arima

Age: 548,976

Appearance in dragon form:

Spoiler:

Appearance in human form: Arima has dark purple hair that comes just below her shoulders and amber eyes. She normally has her hair tucked behind her ears to keep it out of her face. She stands at about 5'5", making her a little shorter than 'average' height.

History: As a hatchling, compared to her two brothers, Arima was the runt. Being small and physically weak, the young dragon was constantly put down by both of her stronger siblings. Arima, starting to get sick of the way her brothers were treating her, started to pick fights with them herself. Though she would lose every time, each fight, she would learn something. One of those things being that, even though she was weak physically, her magical abilities were much stronger than theirs.

After discovering this, the dragon took the time to practice and hone her skills; manipulating shadows, and moving things around with them. After learning how to control her magical abilities, Arima challenged one of her brothers to yet another fight. But, instead of going in with tooth and claw, shadows wrapped around her brother, holding him in place. She stood right in front of him, a small smirk on her face. "You said that there was no way that I could beat you," she said, her eyes glimmering. "But, what you don't know is that I've already won this fight." As she said the last words, she opened her mouth to release a shadow ball aimed directly at her brother, whom was still held in place.

He cringed as Arima's attack hit him head on. Arima's brother looked at her with pleading eyes. "I- I'm sorry…" he whispered. "Y- you win.." he added quickly. As he said that Arima had won, the dragon was released from his hold. She walked up to him and smirked.

"Goes to show you that, just because I'm small, it doesn't mean I'm weak," she growled, walking away from him.

As Arima aged, her abilities grew stronger and more potent. But, she also became more arrogant and condescending because of this.

Personality: Arima is very condescending, and thinks herself to be superior to almost everyone else, aside from those who are much older than she is. She believes that, with age, comes knowledge, and that she is instantly more knowledgeable than anyone who's younger than she is. Of course, aside from her condescending attitude, Arima can also be fairly pleasant to be around at times. She's quick to state her opinion, and refuses to be left unspoken. She has a bad habit to speak out of turn and interrupt someone.
Powers/Abilities: Arima has control over darkness, and has the ability to make an area go completely dark, see in the dark, and even launch shadow balls from her mouth. She can also manipulate shadows to take on any shape that she wishes, and can 'solidify' them to restrain someone or something.

Other: Nopeeee

Accepted Characters​

Dragons
Quinn - Songbird
Zerachiel - Yamagi Sosuke
Alaerth - Sir Bastian
Animus Careo - True Epicness
Primordas - Mortalis

Dragon Slayers
Emma Hitomi - Crystin
Aster Raleigh - WooliestSteam1​

 

[Songbird]

I finished my dragon. Like Yammy, I wasn't particularly aware of most of the setting's geography and history, so I made up a lot of stuff.

Yeah, probably gonna make a slayer at some point; I'll put it below Quinn if it's ever finished.

Spoiler:

Name: Quinn

Age: 144,678

Dragon Form: Twenty feet from the top of her head to the tip of her tail, black scales cover most of Quinn's wyvern body, save her wings and jade eyes. Her thin, prehensile tail takes up around a third of her length, but her wingspan is only about as long as her front legs. Attached from her wrists to her torso is a pair of large, translucent webbings that allow her flight instead of normal wings. Using them to control drafts, Quinn can walk on vertical or even upside-down surfaces, disappearing in an instant in the darker side of her cave.

Human Form: The form she's taken for hundreds of years now, known to many as the Priestess, Quinn is found to be much more inviting as a 5'5 girl who barely looks like an adult. Sporting the same jade eyes as her wyvern self and hair black as night that lays straight to her waist with wide curls in the last few inches, Quinn's regal look is completed with her snow-colored skin and light pink lips.

History: Quinn is the Soul Eater; the God of Death; the Beast; the Priestess; she has been labelled all of these, though most have never seen her true form, and those who have didn't live to tell the tale. She is the dragon others can sense from miles away so they can prepare to hide or flee.

Feeding on energy emanated by all living things, rather than physically eating anything, Quinn lived much of her life in peaceful seclusion, gaining knowledge of the landscape and the world around her through the life she consumed. Many years were spent in a hibernative state in Havenedge's northeastern mountains, and the peaks closest to her cave very slowly lost its wildlife to support her. Dragons had rarely suffered death at her hands, an aura of imminent death flooding their senses just for being near. The few dragons who believed they could survive were met with their own destruction. She was awakened when humanity had begun exploring the mountains, obscured with a black fog, and the cave in which she resided gained a reputation. Explorers and hunters alike found themselves deathly ill and painfully weak getting close to the peak of her mountain. Any who were able to make it to her dwelling were no longer strong enough to will themselves home. As days passed, miners and mages fell as well, finding themselves too close, and eventually Quinn's peak was dubbed "Death's Pike". It became a No Man's Land, for even the most foolhardy, and the God of Death remained unseen.

Humanity created cities around her mountain, and Quinn wanted to know them. She used the intelligence obtained from the humans slain by her Miasma to manufacture a vessel she was comfortable with filling, and sealed her powers within the body, although her fatalistic aura remained. Quinn took up residence in a small place found at a crossroads between Crossbere, Aeroshill and Earthbriar called Dawnridge Town. Popular for its inn and location, it made for the best place to take a break when travelling through the eastern half of Havenedge. However, due to the high volume of dragon slayers that pass through, Dawnridge was subject to frequent dragon attacks. This changed very quickly with Quinn's arrival, and the townsfolk noticed it while the dragon slayers came and went. In their eyes, the young lady appeared to have a sort of power to repel dragons. As she learned about medicine, cooking and almost everything else the citizens had offered to teach, Quinn came to be considered a boon, and was often worshiped as the avatar of a goddess. Her origins didn't matter, and she remained as a permanent resident of the town, a part-home, part-shrine built for her. She took up swordplay and archery, learning from traveling experts, and the knowledge stayed with her as she learned from others. Decades, centuries flew by, Dawnridge grew more prosperous as dragons forever strayed from the town, and their Priestess never grew old. She even had an audience with royalty over multiple generations. The knowledge she provided was practically prophetic and highly valued to hunters and merchants. She consumed sparingly, over 100,000 years in hibernation able to support her for many more to come, using her power to keep her little town on the crossroads safe from harm, and her gentle smile to keep spirits high.

Personality: Kind, protective (maybe a little territorial) and knowledgeable, Quinn is happy to use everything at her disposal to make people happy and keep them safe. She's even found herself willing to kill other dragons that venture too close to her home. Her desire to always do more has led her to picking up every skill her powers allowed, and brought her closer to the humans she guards and guides. Her calm demeanor relaxes the people around her, and the youthful face that belies her being a soul-sucking wyvern helps others get closer to her, as well.

She remembers well what it feels like to physically be a dragon, but it would be a lie to say that she misses it after so many years.

Powers/Abilities: A master of death and a puppeteer of life, Quinn is able to release a black and blue gas from her body with the consistency of a thick mist, permeating the living and dead alike, slowly rotting them to the core until nothing remains, or bending animals to her will. (Humans are still possible, and not all that difficult; it just doesn't feel right to her.) Whenever she uses her Miasma, her skin starts to grow black armor-like scales, and her eyes glow bright. Her ability to extend the fog over an entire mountain is lessened in her human body, though, and her Miasma alone doesn't create the aura of death she emits. More like a miles-wide signal, rather than a physical substance, Quinn's aura acts as a warning to other dragons, telling them that only suffering awaits them for coming any closer.

Aside from immense strength and durability that comes with her being a dragon, she can absorb the knowledge of the living, raiding their histories and knowing everything they know. Over 100,000 years of information—animal migration patterns, languages, etiquette, wars, practically the history of the world—can be found in her mind, accessible in the blink of an eye from as many perspectives as she wants. Magic, too, is at her fingertips, learned from the many mages and dragon slayers that passed through Dawnridge. No element, no spell is out of her reach as long as she has a source of knowledge to learn it. However, she's only as skilled with what she learns as the people she learned it from.

Other: Magic is Quinn's forté, but she can materialise weaponry using the magic she's learned should the need arise.

 

[RSC Cooper Inc]

A few questions before I start developing my character:
a) are the appearances/breeds/species of the dragons we make limited in any way? i.e. do they have to be winged dragons? Do they have to be completely reptilian?(can they have fur or beastly features?) Do they have to be four-legged?
b) What kind of limits are there on magic? Does it have to be based on certain elements? Can telekinesis/telepathy fit into this magic?

I'll reserve a dragon here too

Name: Kermoy
Age: (Remember that these are dragons, so it'd be reasonable for them to be really old. I won't put any limits on their age, but keep it reasonable.)
Appearance in dragon form: (This is where you describe what they look like as a dragon. Pictures are also allowed.)
Appearance in human form: (This is where you describe how the appear as a human. Pictures are also allowed.)
History: (Tell me a little bit about their history. Any large problems that they may have had?)
Personality: (Tell me how your character acts~)
Powers/Abilities: (Tell me what element that your dragon has control has control over, and give some examples of what they can do. Your character doesn't have to breath fire unless you want them to~)
Other: (Anything that I forgot to add that you want to mention? Put it here~)

 

[Yamagi Sosuke]

[OOC= I made this Dragon. Wasn't too sure about the exact history of the world this is set in so I winged it a little. Let me know if something bothers you and I'll get right on it.]

Dragon

Name: Zerachiel | Zera (Command Of God)
Age: 200,024
Appearance in dragon form:

Spoiler:

Specifics

• Solar Energy Dragon
• 40ft tall (4 story building)
• Roughly 1 and a half Ton (2300lbs)
• 100ft wingspan

Appearance in human form:

Spoiler:

In his human form Zerachiel stands at six three, has little body fat, and is sculpted with lean muscles from head to toe. His skin is iridescent, smooth, and inhumanly beautiful; he could never hide his true nature even if he wished too. The flow of his hair falls to the middle of his back in a gleaming stream of diamonds and hides the abnormal shape of his ears. His eyes are crimson and slanted. He usually just wears dark pants over his legs. A certain queen a few generations back offering them to him out of kindness.

History: Worshiped in the southern region as a God, Zerachiel had been considered the guardian deity of the sun. With solar blasts and gleaming talons he protected the small villages -that would later be known as Sandymont and Crossbere- from other dragons and warborn people for over fifty thousand years. Over the centuries he had begun to realize that his subjects were changing. With new religions speaking tales of immortal man, he begin to realize they were losing appreciation for him. So he left and let time erase his memory from their minds and war consume their lives.

Over his two hundred millenniums on this planet, Zerachiel had observed a few truths that seem undeniable. The first was that humanity was a doomed raced of insecure, irrational, and cowardly fools. The second was that they despised what they could not reach, whether that be another's truth or another's strength. And the final and the most he despised was that they would go to cruel measures to quell that fear that dwells inside of their spineless bodies.

For the last four centuries of his life he was tortured by the descendants of the people that had once worshiped him. He allowed himself to be caught by the humans in order for him to observe what all dragons spoke of. Being the oddity that it was of course many dragons advised him not to do it. Telling him that they would torment him until they got the secrets of his power.

Every few decades he would ask the human Kings or Queens about their reasons behind his imprisonment, trying to get into their minds. He realized that as a whole their race was selfish but every couple of generations a kind ruler would be born. It was too bad that these rare chances could never change the course of their fates. Recently he has grown enraged, hearing of the humans forming a faction called the Dragon Slayers. He couldn't stand for such a thing and since hearing of their existence he has broken out of his shackles from Crossbere Castle.

Free from Crossbere, he longs to do something about the 'The Dragon Slayers'. Unable to accept the slaying of his bretheren and incapable of seeing hope for the humans, Zerachiel can only see one outcome...Bloodshed.

Personality: Zerachiel is, at his core, more than anything else, empathetic. He tried to understand the cursed history between the dragons and humans by allowing himself to be captured. But was only reassured of their instinctive hatred by his observations. He is usually very calm and collected but has been known to grow passionate during times of battles of war. When he believes his path is right, Zerachiel can become blind by his devotion and end up falling for a false truth. Regardless of that though, he is a seeker of it and will eventually find it.

Powers/Abilities: Unattributed, Zerachiel is a rare case to dragons. He has the ability to take energy from the sun and meld it in the way he sees fit. He can form powerful barriers that can protect him from elemental damage, where as his scales defend from physical. He can shoot out large blasts of solar beams from his jaws, beams that make average flames look cool and blue. These beams are capable of barreling through the earth and is as large as voyage ships.

His most powerful ability is to strengthen the heat of the sun in the area that he's currently in. Making it hard for those not use to the intense heat to operate right. He absorbs solar energy from his scales, soaking up the energy that normal dragons would have to feed for. During the night however he must hunt to conserve the reservoir of solar energy. It would be a waste if a battle was to come and he'd have no power to use.

In his human form he is noticeably stronger and quicker than normal humans. His body does not tire when the rays of the sun are on him nor does he need food. His skin is just as durable as his scales as well. He has the power to manipulate weaker barriers around him that can protect from elemental attacks. He usually utilizes his solar powers as six white orbs. These orbs sear through most materials and can shoot thin beams that has only a fraction of the power of his dragon blasts. Though, their still formidable.

 

[Sir Bastian]

This... looks REALLY interesting! I think I'm gonna give a shot at writing up an SU when I get home from work later on. Save me a Dragon spot, please? :D

Oh, quick question though, if a dragon changes into human form, will they be naked, or will they be wearing the clothes they wore when they transformed? I mean, it'd be really annoying having to go and find clothes every time you transformed, but it all depends on what mythos this is based on :3

 

[<Challenger>]

I want in on this, and I want in on this bad. Please let me sign up! Would it be okay if my character is the, "Holy crap does that guy have seven swords?!" character?

Dragonslayer
Name: William Powell
Age: 23

Appearance: (Description or pic is fine~)

History: (Be detailed, please. Be sure to explaine why they want to slay dragons c: )

Personality: (Be detailed. I want to know what your character acts like~)

Powers/Abilities: (This is where you put what magical abilities your character has, if they have any. Are they able to control fire? Are they a mage or necromancer?)

Weapon(s): (Does your character use a weapon? If so, what kind of weapon(s) do they use? Remember that this is a medieval roleplay, so weapons such as guns, etc. aren't allowed :p)
Other: (Put anything else that you'd like to add here~)

 

[Turnip]

Heyyo! I'm working on an SU, though I think I have a few questions. I'm all in with Cooper's and SB's questions, like where does a dragon's human form stand on armour and weapons, too? Another thing with age, is Arima considered old for a dragon? I mean, 500,000 years is a pretty long time :P Also, how big are dragons in this, relative to humans? Also (yeah, I keep editing this) I'm just assuming that humans and dragons can understand each other. In human and dragon form, or just human?

Still, expect an SU soon, this looks to be fun :)

 

[Sir Bastian]

Just a bit of info for my SU before it's done, so no one'll nick my ideas XD

My dragon's going to be very young, probably around the 500's. He'll have control over lightning and I have a couple ideas for that as well.

 

[Yamagi Sosuke]

Quick question for everyone, do you guys think I should take out the immensely strong part even in human form? I'm having conflicting issues with that one.

 

[Sir Bastian]

Hmh... I'm planning on letting my guy still able to manipulate lightning in human form, if only as a fraction of when he's a dragon, so maybe if he's just marginally stronger and faster than most humans, rather than immensely, it could work in my opinion!

 

[Turnip]

I was planning on my character (dragon, just saying) having some power in human form, too. Mainly just strength, though with maybe some minor retention of his more magical powers. I was planning on him having taken a little more effort in looking after his human form than most other dragons. Still, all depends on GM verdict :S Don't know why I felt like sneeze was appropriate. Gonna roll with it anyhow.

 

[Nathan]

Please reserve a dragon slayer for me. Looks interesting! ^^

 

[Geras]

Lotsa people here already! Reserve me a dragon slayer, please.

 

[Crystin]

I'd like to reserve a dragon slayer, if that's okay~

 

[Yamagi Sosuke]

So It looks to me like the Dragons are capable of deciding what they take with them to their human forms ( all up to the GM of course) But it seems that way, no matter how minor it is.

 

[Sir Bastian]

And here we go! My SU is complete! Let me know if there's something I need to change or anything :3

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Alaerth | The SU

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Name: Alaerth (Lightning Storm)

Age: 535

Appearance in dragon form: This is pretty much him as a dragon, minus the hook-like ends of his wings, which are a lot smaller. He goes have the jagged edges on his wings and the spikes on his tail and down his back though.

Spoiler:

Appearance in human form: When Alaerth turns into his human form, he looks to be around his early twenties with a very youthful appearance. He has short, light, blueish hair which is naturally slightly spiky at the back of his neck, as well as somewhat slicked back in front, with a couple of bangs/tufts mainly pointing up and a little back. He prefers to wear a light but still fitting set of black trousers with a whiteish blue, loose shirt to match his hair, with a dark-brown, sleeveless vest pulled over it, which he either leaves open or has buttoned up, depending on his mood. He also usually carries the one and a half handed sword he… 'acquired' early on in his life at his side in its sheath, attached to the belt holding his trousers up.

History: Alaerth remembers being brought up for a few years and taught the basics for surviving; Hunting, fighting, etcetera. However, he has no recollection of any sort of mother or father figure, and whenever he tries to think back to when he was little, his memory goes somewhat foggy. So these days, he simply doesn't bother trying to think of the past, only focusing on the present and the future.

He grew up in the eastern part of Havenedge, at the foot of one of the mountain ranges, in a very large forest. He has a small cave at the bottom of one of these mountains, with a small overlook across the forest across the horizon, while also being somewhat shielded by the large, but wide-spread trees growing both at the foot and slightly up alongside the mountainside.

Having always recalled being alone, Alaerth learned the hard way how to hunt and fight as he grew up, having had run-ins with all manner of creatures when he was still smaller, such as a dire boar or the like. Slowly, his power and skills grew, his aerial skills more than anything, and very early on, he discovered his affinity with lightning. This resulted in some very charged and burned trees, but he worked hard on controlling his power, and while still being far from mastering it, he has a good grasp of it.

A village lies on the opposite side of the forest, about half an hour's flight to the west. He's never had any run-ins with the humans living there, as he suspects that nobody even knows of him, since he tends to keep to himself around the mountains and the eastern edge of the forest. Several times, he's made trips into the village as a human, however, having managed to steal a few things such as clothes, some food and even a sword for him to practice with during some of his spare time.

Not minding humans at all, and actually finding them rather interesting creatures, Alaerth was not happy to find out that there were a band of dragon hunters out to hunt his kind. Not having actually spoken to many dragons, he still cared for his kin, not to mention himself, and as such, has decided to do what he can to stop the attack on his race at any means necessary, although he'd clearly prefer a more peaceful approach.

Personality: Being very young, Alaerth has a very free-minded spirit, but also very impressionable. He has a lot of respect for the dragons that are much older than him, but at times, he can feel that their ways of thinking are ancient and things could be done better differently, although he often keeps his true opinion to himself.

Unlike most dragons, Alaerth's love isn't for gold, hunting or attacking other races. Although he does have a fondness for shiny trinkets, the thing he adores the most is soaring through the skies. Nothing cheers him up quite as much as the vast openness and quiet of gliding through the clouds and the blue skies, navigating on the winds while throwing away every care in the world. He would give up nearly anything just to be able to continue his flight.

Alaerth also wants to prove himself, both to others and himself, that he's an excellent fighter. He'll often be the first to head into a fight, always looking for a challenge and to further his abilities and skills. Not just as a dragon, but his human form as well. His attitude towards humans is rather lax, not thinking much of them, but not exactly hating them either. He simply prefers the "They leave me alone, I leave them alone" approach, and so far, it's worked out great for him.

Powers/Abilities: Lightning Manipulation. Alaerth is able to spew lightning like other dragons spew fire, either in an uncontrolled, wide cone of randomly zapping bolts, or a more controlled and focused 'beam' of lightning for a few seconds. He's able to generate the same lightning across his body to either deliver electricity-charged attacks, or deliver a devastating counter-attack if he times it right with someone, say, swinging a sword at him. He's also able to create a small field of electricity for a brief moment, to stun whoever might be nearby. This drains his energy quite quickly, however. His control over lightning and electricity has also made him quicker and have a better reaction time than most other dragons.

In his human form, he's still able to manipulate lightning, although on much less of a scale than in his dragon form.

Other: If anyone is ever up for interacting with my guy, on either side of the factions, be sure to let me know. I'd be happy to write up a JP with you and think of some kind of story with you :3
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[Lipey]

Oh wow, lots of questions :o Lemme get to answering them~

First off, it's fine about making up some of the geography, as I planned for this to be a fairly loose and free roleplay where people could make up the names of where they're from, etc.

There's no limits on magic, or how your dragon appears. Serpentine, feathered, etc. are all allowed.

When transforming into human form, dragons will have clothing/armor of your choice c:

Arima is considered to be middle-aged, though it's really all up to the way that you want to perceive things. I mean, some species of dragons could age slower/faster c:

In human form, dragons still have access to their abilities.

Aaand, I'm pretty sure that's all the questions. Let me know if I forgot any xD Also, everyone is accepted/reserved c:

 

[Sir Bastian]

Yay! Thanks for accepting me! Although his name is Alaerth, not just Alerth xP But that's okay.

 

[Lipey]

Oh, derp xD *goes to edit* That's what I get for not copying and pasting xD

 

[Songbird]

Don't sweat it. I called him Alberth the first time, so now I'm just calling him Al.