Shortened Name:
Seraphina Keswick

Addressed As:
Lady Keswick
Madam Seraphina
Miss Keswick

Nicknames:
Sera/Eve (Close Friends)

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Status:
Bastard Noble

Rank:
Dragon Rider

Dragon:
Nesaea

Gender:
Female

Age:
22

Sexuality:
Questioning.

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Apperance:
A sight for sore eyes, Seraphina's beauty is breathtaking, and her authoritative posture lured in many suitors. The way Sera carries herself makes others see her as a dominating force without much effort-a presence that demands your utmost focus. She'll allow bantering amongst the group until she hears enough, staring down anyone to hush them up so she can speak. Seraphina is a patient woman, but it does get tested when people annoy her or she finds the conversation shifting off-topic. Her height is 6'0, but when she wears heels, it would extend to be 6'2 and imposing to those smaller than her. The woman's height brings attention, but not the attention the woman wants. No matter what she does, she has an authoritative aura to her-even the nobles know not to bother this woman too much. Underneath her regal clothing and tight-fitted outfits, the woman's body is fit and in shape. She has muscles, but it's not visible as you might expect. All I'm saying is that you can't sell it, but you sure as Hell can feel the sturdiness of her body. Her body is perfect for acrobatics as well as flexibility. What she lacks in strength, Sera makes up for swiftness and cat-like grace. She's able to climb and leap better than many people. Her tight-fitted clothes snug her curvaceous body nicely and show off those beautiful curves-hinting at her hourglass bodily structure. Decorating her body are scars she got from harsh training before, during, and after becoming a dragon rider. Seraphina isn't ashamed of them, yet she doesn't show them off too. To her, these scars are a sign of her accomplishments and the pain she went through to become reliable.

The woman has an oval face. Nothing too astonishing about the shape-it's the way her expression always seems to resonate. WIP

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Personality:
Cold | Protective To Few | Business Savvy | Loyal Flirt | Honest-Liar | Lonerish | Serious | Icy Glares | Closed-Off | Tough Love | Work Focused | Diligent | Dutiful | Independent | Hard Face, Warm Heart | Limited Affectionate | Reserved | Intuitive | Intimidating | Courageous | Keen | Disagreeable | Authoritative

WIP

Likes:
Her dragon
Nico (Kissable)
Being Alone/Being Alone With Close Friends
Playing The Violin
Things Going Smoothly/Missions Completed
Water/Oceans/Rivers
Her Knives
Roses
Solo Missions

Dislikes:
Mages
Nico (Punchable)
Childish Idiots/Incompetent Fools
Affection (From Certain People)
Her Bloodline
Many Nobles
Drama/Needless Drama
Failing A Mission
Random Flirts/Undesired Suitors

Strengths:
Blade Master/Knife Thrower
Intuitive Mind
Hand-to-Hand
Acrobatic/Flexibility

Weaknesses:
Endurance
Leading
Trusting Others
Overprotective/Obsessive
Teamwork

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Family:
Lady Keswick (Mother; Alive)
Father (Unknown)
Half-Sibling (Unknown)

Significant Other:
Hopefully soon.

Crush:
Her eyes are on an edge lord (much to her dismay) and deny it to this day. She will take her crush to the grave if she has to.

Exes:
None

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Affiliations:
Nicodemus Brooks | "You have a kis-I mean punchable face." | Awkward Romance

These two have known each other since they were kids and got along quite well due to similar issues. Their bond is unspoken, but it's there. Both were bastard children born from affairs, and it's something society doesn't let up. The two have to grow up in a place that hates them. It turns the two children to become cold and closed off from people. They appear distant and icy from each other, yet the way their eyes linger on each other tells a different story. Sera only lets her guard down around Nico and smiles when he's around. At first glance, they appear as enemies and bitter rivals, but it's deeper than that. They are the only ones that know what's going on in them, and neither is willing to make the first approach.

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Other:
Her father is from the kingdom of mages, but that's all she knows about him.
She has a half-sibling amongst the group of mages hunting the group. Her exact sibling is unknown.

(credits to Yasubaru @ picrew.me)

Shortened Name:
Percival de Bec

Addressed As:
Lord de Bec
Sir Percival
Mr. de Bec

Nicknames:
Urien/Percy (Only With Close Friends)

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Social Status:
Noble

Rank:
Dragon Rider

Dragon:
Open

Gender:
Male

Age:
17

Sexuality:
Poly-Bisexual King B)

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Apperance:
At first glance, this young man radiates a regal posture, and every movement of his graceful. This man is confident by looks alone, and his eyes are always observant of both places and people. His natural height is 6'2, but those on the smaller scale never find this intimidating-rather a Sun shining through their internal storm clouds. Percival never saw his height as a blessing, as it made him stand out from the crowd. Still, he never looks a gifted horse in the mouth and uses said height as an advantage depending on the situation. He works out, but not as a source of entrainment. It was a requirement and something his parents pushed on him to preserve the de Bec legacy. This man is on the muscle scale between moderate and heavy. You can see and feel his muscles without needing closer examination. The shape of his body is a mesomorph, having a larger body width than the ectomorph but smaller than an endomorph. Making his body a perfect combination of strength and endurance, but he lacks flexibility. He can outrun most people and even beat them in a brawl, although he would lose to those that trained for such activities longer than him. Covering his body are scars from different time-some are old and barely there, while some are fresh and still visible. To hide them, Percival wraps bandages around the exposable ones and wears a tight shirt to keep said bandages in place. To make him more unique, some parts of his body have patches of lighter skin. This trait is known as vitiligo, a genetic trait from his dad's side.

His face is that of a gemstone, also known as a diamond-shaped face. Percival's head is slim, having a wider forehead compared to the lower half of his face. Risen and high cheekbones with slightly gauntly cheeks. As for his jaw, it's sharp enough to slice a diamond in half. His face always expresses a warm yet elegant manner to it, and when he's frowning, it's like a bunch of storm clouds is blocking the Sun. Percival's smile can warm even the coldest of hearts and soothe any rising anger within the mind of others. The shape of his eyes is round with an odd softness to them. When they turn dim, expect the gentle and warm gaze to be cold and chilling. Now, time for the color of his eyes, which makes him even more beautiful. His eyes are a lovely shade of light blue around the inner iris, with the outer iris a darker tint of blue. Above his eyes are his eyelashes of dark blonde, luxurious and thick, with a slight curviness to them. Settled lower on his face are his downturned lips that protect his perfectly whitened teeth. In the place of the right corner of his lips is a small scar he got from training. He has little jewelry and other accessories he wears, but he does love putting on such things here and there. He has an ear cuff earring on his left ear, and the earring resembles half of the Sun. The color of the earring, you guessed it, is a golden color. Around his neck is a collar made of actual gold with a button clip on the back. Engraved into the metal are two dragons facing each other and breathing fire. The nose appears straight from a frontal perspective, but if you look at him from the side, the bridge has a slight bump midway. A mixture of a hawk and a straight nose, but it leans more on the straight side.

Time for his hair. The hair favors that of the Sun: a lovely golden color that glistens when light reflects on it. Years ago, Percival had long hair that reached his lower back and always kept it free. Yes, the women of the noble neighborhood were jealous of his locks, but at the same time, they were captivated by the color of it. He has straight, but pieces of it tend to poke out to give it a messy-ish appearance. At this point, he gave up on keeping it straight and left it alone. Presently, his hair is still long (and somewhat wild around the bangs), yet tied in a tight braid. The braid is still the same length as before and usually goes over his shoulders to the front. The front part of his hair is kept free, with the bangs of his hair parted to the sides. The top part of the hair (where the hairline is) was also left alone.

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Personality:
Light Flirt | Protective | Jealous-Prone | Noble | Considerate | Peacekeeper | Benelvolent | Dutiful | Charaismic | Gifter | Loyal | Empathy | Warm-Hearted | Trustworthy | Open-Minded | Thoughtful | Humorous | Inattentive | Conscientious | Guilliable | Indecisive

As a young boy, Percival always had a golden heart that seeps endless joy. He always wanted to help those in dire situations, going as far as to offer his allowance to those in need of necessities. For most of his childhood, he was kept indoors and educated from sun up to sun down. Whatever little free time he has left, he's allowed to socialize with his fellow noble children. Throughout his tea parties and social gatherings, Percival always expresses the best manners and is mindful of his words. Percival has gained a good reputation amongst the commoners for his generosity, but the nobles look down on him for his bleeding heart. His father is one of them. Where he gained small alliances with the locals, he gained disgust amongst the nobles. Still, they found it hard to hate him for too long, and they would eventually throw in the white flag. Although he hates parties, finding them bothersome and pointless while others suffer. Despite that, he goes to said parties to gain a decent reputation amongst people of his social status. While at the parties, Percival wouldn't speak unless spoken to, but unafraid of interjecting if he overheard a snobbish noble insult those lower-classed than them. His interjections earned him a few enemies among the nobles, but he paid no care to their poor attempt at rumors. When fights break out, Percival is always the first one to step in and calm the situation down before it escalates. He doesn't enjoy needless violence, let alone adults acting childish in front of literal children. Bringing in a few jokes here and there to make the mob (or drunken fools) laugh and settle themselves. He'll find an even footing so the two can agree to disagree.

The negative side of Percival is that he lacks focus when it comes to things that don't interest him. Often, he gets injured during training with his former teacher, which results in many injuries. As a child, he had a bad habit of keeping full attention to his studies: he lacked skills in history and mathematical problems. Percival has messy handwriting, and somehow, people can still read it. His gullible nature brings him into situations that require him to turn a blind eye, or his naivety bothers people conversing with him. The young man would trust the words of a person he barely knows and would rephrase things by mistake. To make things worse, he's indecisive and has issues making decisions. Once he finally comes up with something, he doesn't care if it ends up with wrong or right results, just as long as it gets whatever task to finish. His ambiguous nature is troublesome to him but to those who stupidly put him in leadership roles. He'll stand outside the bakery windows for hours to stare at the deserts until he randomly picks one, or Percival leaves due to the store closing. You might expect this from him, but he's prone to jealousy only when it comes to certain things or people. It's all because his father favored other's sons since he finds them a lot better than his own and praises children that aren't even his. He's envious of people who had better relationships with their fathers than he ever did. He would be hurt but won't say it out loud and keep it to himself.

Likes:
☼Close Friends
☼Helping Others
☼Socializing
☼Sweets
☼Reading
☼Mornings/Daylight
☼Negotiations/Peaceful Resolutions
☼Cheering Others Up
☼Reading

Dislikes:
☀Conflict
☀Needless Drama
☀Hurting Others
☀Getting Shouted At
☀Innocent People Getting Mistreated
☀The Cold
☀Rude/Snobish Attitudes
☀Bullies/A-Holes/Cheaters
☀Drinking

Strengths:
☼Strength
☼Weaponmaster
☼Persuasion
☼Speed
☼Determination

Weaknesses:
☀Intimidation
☀Endurance
☀Tactless
☀Indecisive
☀Tenacious

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Family:
Lord de Bec (Father; Deceased)
Lady de Bec (Mother; Alive)

Significant Other:
Open

Crushes:
Open

Exes:
He was part of an arranged marriage but broke it off once his father died.

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Affiliations:
Mircea | "Sir Mircea, you're a sarcastic king, as always." | His Moon

Before everything happened, the two were strangers and only knew each other by boring texts about the kingdom's history and noble families. As the boys grew into young men, they were trained by the same master and spar together. After that one sparring match, the two find each other as equals and worthy opponents. From there, being simple sparring partners shifted to being the closest of friends. There's something else going in with their relationship, but they always say they're friends. The promise rings on their fingers say otherwise, yet that's a story for later. Mircea is the storm to his calm, who helps Percival deal with things requiring a firm hand. To Mircea, Percival soothes the raging storm and offers diplomatic approaches. They have casual debates on how they should handle things, but their altercations never grow too heated. Percival is the ever-shining Sun, with Mircea the luminescent Moon.

Nicodemus Brooks | "He's a man I aspire to be." | Well-Respected

First meeting Nico, Percy expressed both fear and respect for his squad leader. Percival admires this man's leadership skill and envies said skill.

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Other:
HTTYD is superior. Change my mind.

Thank you Cereal <3

Could I reserve the Light Dragon?

Of course. I'll add it once I'm on my computer again.

⸺「 Ava Aldine 」⸺

" Nothing inspires the words: Fuck off, like someone asking me to watch my language. "

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Name:

Ava Aldine

Age:

18 Years
2 Months
16 Days

Gender:

Female || Feminine

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Appearance:

This particular woman stands nearly 5'5 tall, or, 66inches. She also is to be said to weigh around 130lbs, or, 58kilos. Then again, no one really knows her specific weight, what? It's rude to ask a lady their weight. Tsk. Her size is average for the normal mortal human female, but don't let her size deceive you. A woman such as herself is always looking her best, no matter the situation.

Her hair is a natural red, quite a sight in person. Yes, yes. Lighter streaks of red are visible throughout her hair, usually only visible when bright lights are shone down onto her vibrant hair. She normally wears her hair down, the longest strand of hair reaching almost halfway down her back. However, sometimes she likes her hair held up in a high-ponytail, all her hair pulled back, no strands left dangling beside the ponytail. Her hair is quite wavy, and in the sunlight, her hair shines, the waves only adding more glamour to her admiring appearance. Below her wonderful head of hair, her electric blue eyes are quite exquisite. As if staring into a deep blue ocean full of magic, her eyes are something that tends to attract other eyes. Above her attractive eyes, she has a light row of lashes, not too thick, a little scarce you could say. But it's barely noticeable unless you're looking at her lashes specifically. Weirdo.

Blessed with beautiful, ivory skin, the woman has no freckles, no moles, no scars, no stretchmarks, no acne- it's as if she has a goddess-like complexion. Matching her flawless skin, her body shape is curved, almost like an hourglass but not too curved as if she had been carved out from a rock. No, no. Her curves are soft and gently transitioned from hip to shoulder.

Personality:

Rude || Arrogant || Blunt || Malicious || Unloyal || Untrusting || Deceitful || Forward || Snappy || Unthoughtful || Careless || Callous || Violent || Dark Humoured || Doesn't take the word "no" to easily || Keen on destroying the world's happiness || In need of an attitude management class || Not a friendly Person

Why... why on god's green earth would you approach this woman without some sort of idea of who you are dealing with. Sigh.

If you are to know anything about this particular woman, first off, she has anger issues. Fiery temper, bad attitude, the whole shebang. If you dared to threaten her own well-being or anything she is highly protective enough, she may attempt to light your body on fire and watch as the fire and oils burn through your flesh leaving nothing but charred bones. Sometimes, you can see that she tries her best to hold back her anger and resentment, but her emotions get the best of her 90% of the time. However, sometimes, other than resulting straight in anger and violence, she taunts her victims. She taunts them with her actions, and her words, either trying to make herself seem to be their friend, or trying to dig out their dark secrets, and at their weakest point, boom. She attacks. Rarely using the 'get-to-know-ya friend' tactic, she gets into the habit of digging out others' deepest insecurities, fears, and secrets, and then she strikes. Rips them apart secret by secret, describes their fears in the most painful of ways and carves every detail of your horrid past. Yes. She is the ultimate queen of "Bitch" in her world.

Damn time bomb. Low patience. Very, low, low patience. The maximum capacity of her patience is, about, oh why bother? She doesn't have any patience in this life. She is one to get straight to the point, right to it, unless there is something to keep her from getting straight to the point head off. Which, is unbearably painful for her to endure. The waiting for the answer, the wait for the action to finally commence, it's all too exciting to wait it out, it's best for it to come to the light here and now. No waiting, no suspicion or tension, it comes out all in one piece. That's when the real fun comes to light. Ava is one of those... psychotic, girls you could say. She isn't necessarily one for death, but she wouldn't be afraid to joke about it, experience it, or even- no.. she couldn't. She may have the balls to do a lot of things, but to take another human's life? That's too easy.

Think of the typical high school bully, dipping your head into toilets, swirlies, chasing you throughout the halls with sharped scissors in her hand, the one girl staring you down all day long, and when the day is over, pummeling you nearly to death only to leave you be as you bleed out onto the grass of the school grounds- Ava isn't that bad, but she is not a nice person in the least. If you haven't gotten that yet- there is no real 'good' side to this person. She is more, of the villain in the comic books rather than a normal bystander of the hero. A very antagonistic character. She'll have her better days, and then she'll just be herself. On her better days, she'll give people a little more respect, keep herself isolated and do her own thing rather than go out and start drama and issues with random strangers. Sometimes, she'll buy someone a candy bar or something, but that's.. like.. super, super rare? No, it's barely imaginable. However, she has done it once in her 19, nearly 20 yr old lifetime. Amazing, right?

A rather complicated person to figure out, wow, right. Yes, she may be a ticking time bomb, about to blow a fuse who needs major anger adjustments, but she knows how to hide her emotions. No, no, not the anger, frustration emotions, her happy, sad, overjoyed, depressed, those emotions. Though she could control herself for a second there, ey bud? Hah, no. Ava has self-taught herself that showing happiness or sadness is a sign of weakness, and you'll be walked all over if you are found being so. So after years and years of practice, Ava has finally become the queen of masking emotions. Again, not the hangry emotions. Drop the hope. Because of this, you will rarely find her to be happy on the outside, with a big bright smile on her face. You'll rarely find her crying on the bathroom floor, tissues surrounding her like leeches. Yes, you may or may not find her once in a lifetime expressing her more deeper and sentimental feelings, but it is highly doubtful.

Don't expect this woman to feel bad when you've just tripped or have had your heart broken by your previous girlfriend/boyfriend. She won't feel an ounce of pity or guilt for you... heh- she was probably the reason why a strong, healthy, steady relationship was broken and torn apart. That's how Ava finds pleasure and joy in life.. making other people's life absolutely horrible and miserable. Imagine her sitting on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in one hand, her phone in the other, her thumb racing across the phone's screen, tearing your intimate relationship apart piece by piece as she cackles, and smiles in a mischievous way. Is it because she has yet to find a steady relationship? No. Is it because she is jealous of others? Heh, no. Is it because she is bored as hell? Yuppers. What other way to spend your boring life other than ruining people's love lives? Heh!

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Dragon:

Shoteka

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Strengths & Weaknesses:

- Thalassophobia
- Over Confident
- Self Absorbed
- Severe Attitude
- Fiery Temper
- Little Empathy
- Arachnophobia

+ Physical Strength
+ Strategic
+ Athletic
+ Intelligent
+ Precision
+ Determination
+ Emotions

Likes & Dislikes:

- Physically Outmatched
- Water
- Spiders
- Why do Fish have such weird eyes...
- Bananas
- People that resemble herself too much { one room for one Ava in this world }

+ Winning
+ Cheesecake { sucker for it }
+ Crushing people's lives
+ Cats
+ Strawberries
+ Watching people cry in their sleep

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Theme Songs:

Cryin' like a Bitch - Godsmack
I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin
Monster - Skillet
Get Out Alive - Three Days Grace

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Affiliations:

PM Me

Other:

..
Hobbit- the movie with Smaug. I don't know the name, and I don't care if it isn't a dragon-specific movie but I love Smaug. Long Live Smaug 😤

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Ainarīkaz Dýrbiǫrn

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——— ●⧼ Rimfire ⧽●———

" Never underestimate my power of intuition. I recognize your game even before you play it. "

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Name:

Rimfire

Age:

202 Years
8 Months
30 Days

Gender:

Male || Masculine

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Class:

Storm

Appearance:

Rimfire is an astounding creature, he may not find himself pleasing to the eye, but from the unwanted compliments from absolute strangers, he was a gorgeous beast. Standing 18.3ft tall, Rim has a lean, muscular build.

Standing with an intimidating stance, Rim's body is littered with small, serrated scales that blend within each other just enough that if you stand a bit away, they melt into each other and look like smooth, shining scales. However, up close, their sharp and could slice through human skin with a simple graze. It isn't recommended to stroke him without protective gloves.. if you can even get close. Unlike his smooth-like body appearance, his underbelly, undertail, and his throat have long, jagged armored plates that peak over one another in a triangular shape. They too are quite sharp to the touch, but surprisingly won't slice skin with a simple graze, maybe with a more firm push, it'd most likely draw blood. Rimfire doesn't tend to use his scales as weapons, so it isn't really common for him to hurt people just by rubbing against them. Unlike other dragons, Rim doesn't have "armored" scales that overlap his base... they are all equally strong enough to defend and reflect attacks. It makes him look pretty without em- anyways.. but, like his fellow dragons. He has a series of spikes crawling along his spine, neck, and tail, it varies in size but for the most part, they grow bigger when it nears his head and tail, so around his back is where the smallest spikes grow. His horns though... large, wide, and thick, with sharp ends. They grow back, but with a small bend in the middle, they begin to grow towards each other but create another series of bends which turns into a half-spiral, giving him an intimidating set of horns.

Rim's body consists of 3, possibly 4 different colors, all within the same color scheme. For the most part. Below his markings, completely bald, he has a base of a solid black body, with several large smoky-white splotches around his thighs, chest, shoulders, neck, and tail. Like a dapple grey horse, but.. without the dapples, less horse-like and much darker. His head is completely, solid black. Above his base, dark gold lightning-like stripes start at his spine and reach downwards onto his stomach, legs, etc. They slightly begin to grow brighter as they reach their end, but not much, as it's a dull gold. Unlike the dull golden markings, Rim has bright, golden irises while a solid black sclera. Which can be pretty spooky at night as his eyes tend to glow.

Personality:

Honest || Blunt || Unwelcoming || Violent || Gruesome || Cold || Brutal || Demands Respect || Firm || Determined || Sharp || Does not Stand for weak Insults || Not afraid to speak up for Himself || Bold || Doesn't tolerate Liars || Intimidating || Aggressive || Protective || Loyal || Willing to die to save those he Loves

Rim doesn't take too kindly to strangers. Especially those with too big of an ego. It infuriates him and makes his blood boil beneath his skin. It makes him wish he had the ability to burn their organs with a simple snap of his talons. And of course, if he were to stumble upon one of these poor, unfortunate souls.. he'd find one way or another and strip them of their ego. This world is already plagued by the horrors of men.. there's no reason to add to that pile with a group of angry flying lizards. God, if he had the power to clean this world of its filth, he'd do it in a heartbeat. He's disgusted by it, by what it's turned into. He's lived long enough to see all the good and bad, and unfortunately, it doesn't just end there. Rim doesn't think so, but others have described him as an "Anti-Hero" of his own story. Regardless of his hatred for the world's stupidity and madness, and wishing death upon anyone or anything. He still has some good left in his old, cold heart. It's a tad difficult to find, but it isn't impossible. He just needs a little help in that department to truly find the good in himself again.

Respect must be earned, not given. Yes.. but in this case, Rimfire demands respect. He used to play by that rule, respect must be earned yadda yadda... but, as much as he would respect others he'd never receive in return. He spent years mending his troubles, fixing others' problems, and even risking his own life for others. But no one respected him, not honest respect. Fake. It was all fake, they only respected him for his strength and protection and even then, they only felt and said those things because they wanted his power and protection. Well, unfortunately for them, no more. Rim has had it, if he can't get respect the honest way then fine, he gives up. If he wishes to have respect, he'll do it the hard way. Many have fallen to his jaws because of their fake respect, and it wouldn't be much of a surprise if more are destined to fall.

A dragon's heart will never be full. But for Rim, it used to be. That was.. before he had lost his sister to his long-lost enemies. Ever since the passing of his dear sibling, he had grown distant from the other dragons, steering away from social gatherings and society altogether. It was difficult for him to keep his current friendships strong, and to grow healthy bonds with others, but as time passed he grew and learned to accept his sister's death and finally began socializing with the outside world again. Yet, he will never be the same as he once was, he will forever remain distant, cold, and vicious. Maybe, maybe he'll find his happiness again but he finds it unlikely. But that doesn't mean he doesn't care for very few souls. He may not express it in the best way.. ever, but if one catches his loyalty and love, he'll protect them until his very last breath. He'll protect them, he made an oath to himself he wouldn't fail them like he did his sister.

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Rider:

Quill

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Ability:

Lightning Breath

"The Storm Class of Dragon is feared for it's lightning breath, though it isn't as dangerous as it appears. They have the ability to charge and then unleash blasts, or bolts, of lightning from their jaws at their targets of varying degrees. The strength of the attack can be from anything of a little static shock-like thing where it's a bit of a discomfort, but harmless, to the same strength of lightning from a storm. It's hurt, fry things that are too small, and can be fatal if the targets heart cannot handle the attack. It also will have a momentarily stunning affect when strong enough, but it only lasts about 10-15 seconds at maximum effect on average to smaller sized targets, larger targets only about 5-10 seconds. Some dragons don't use their jaws, but instead use their horns to conduct their attacks.
Storm Dragons can only produce about 3 to 4 fully charged attacks before being depleted of strength. Can they be devastating, but once they're out, they're out. They charge through the energy storms create, and quicker if struck by lightning [they're a natural magnet to it]."

Strengths & Weaknesses:

+ Strong-Hearted
+ Built to Take some Hits
+ Physical Strength
+ Endurance

- Slow Runner
- Not very Social
- Let's his Emotions control Him { rarely }
- Reserved

Likes & Dislikes:

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Affiliations:

PM Me

Other

Current/Human Given Name:
Deimos

Former/Dragonic Name:
Dergoisdenth

Name Meaning:
Horror

Reason For Titles:
WIP

Nicknames:
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Age:
Unknown; estimated to be around in his 200s.

Gender:
Male

Class:
Nightmare

Ability:
Nightmare Illusions

The Nightmare Class can cause a nightmare illusion when someone looks into their eyes. Like a moth drawn to the light, they can flash their eyes and illuminate parts of their body to lure one's attention, and once it's received, their victim's mind would start hallucinating. To counter this, a Light Dragon can flash where they are to outshine the flashing, which gives the target a chance to flee. It brings out their worst fears in front of them to distract them. To use this skill-a stealthy approach is required, as it takes time for their ability to charge. The Nightmare Class is both feared in looks and skill, which causes many to shuffle away from them. They can only use this ability three times a day and should use it strategically. These illusions can last only 40 seconds to 1 minute, with the illusion gradually fading as time passes. However, it does give enough time for another attack or to flee from combat. To get out of the trance, Dream Dragon can alter the illusion that gradually heal the victim, or a strong-scented oil can bring them back to their senses. To regain their energy, Nightmare Class has to either find bones (it only restores it by a little bit) or find glowing mushrooms (rare, but it recovers their energy by a lot) to eat.

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Rider:
Open

Previous Riders:
His previous riders have long been forgotten, and he's not too keen on bringing them up, so it's best if you don't talk about it. It's not that Deimos hates them, but once it's in the past, it stays in the past.

Opinion On Riders:
On the outside, Deimos seems to hate the idea of humans riding him, but deep down, the male enjoys it. However, he'll bond with those similar to him in preferences and remembers them fondly.

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Appearance:

(art is done by me. no stealing. >:()

Roar:
The Nightmare Class is known for its dreadful roar that could make the dead shiver in despair. Deimos's roar is unique, it's not high-pitched, but it's not low-pitched either, more mid-pitch than anything. When he roars, it sounds like a ghost wailing in the night. His cries sound mournful and beautiful, like a sad song that can make you shed a tear. The Nightmare Class is rarely known, and more things are getting discovered about this class. Still, others nicknamed this roar the Mournful Song. It starts at a pitch like he's taking a deep breath to start crying, almost quiet, but gradually increases to a ghastly-rhythmic screech that flows beautifully out his mouth. His roar is hushed, as it's not supposed to be loud but as a way to communicate to those within a close radius and not supposed to be heard from miles away. He roars like this when he's calm or trying to gain attention from allies without alerting others.

When upset, his roar can change from a disheartened song to an enraged beast. Hearing this roar could make your soul leap out of your body and freeze you in place. This roar can be heard from miles around, warning his foes of his nearby presence and letting them know he's actively hunting them. His screech starts at a low, quiet pitch, and an airy-rattling (like a muffled growl) sound in his throat that he's powering up his roar. It begins with a slow and quiet bellow as he inhales lots of air. When he starts to exhale to roar, his bellow will become faster and louder until it finally leaves his mouth. Once this happens, his roar is ear-piercing and expresses his burning rage. This one earned the nickname the Raging Spirit.

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Personality:
Reserved | Affectionate | Protective | Quiet | Diligent | Aggressive (Towards Strangers) | Clan-Like/Community | Observant | Hidden/Stealthy | Stoic | Hard Face, Loving Heart | Loyal | Discreet | Fair | Sociable | Patient | Adaptable | Sneaky | Brave (With Others)/Timid (Alone)

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Likes:
➼The Dark/Quiet Nights/Sunset
➼His Rider/Socializing/Being Around Others
➼Calm Waters/Ponds/Lakes
➼Caves/Cemeteries/Dragon Graveyards
➼Mist/Fog/Cloudy Weather
➼Firelies/Glowing Things
➼Hugs/Affection/Pets

Dislikes:
➼Extreme Hot Weather/Being Too Hot
➼Being Alone/Isolation
➼Bright Lights/Flashing Lights
➼His Looks Being Insulted
➼Bullies/Getting Bullied
➼Others Touching His Things/Don't Touch His Bones
➼Rough Waters/Waves/The Ocean

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Personality/Behavior Strengths:
➼Observant
➼Adaptable
➼Uncomfortable Presence
➼Fast-Learner
➼Coopertive

Class Strengths:
➼Silent Flyer/Master of Sneak
➼Cat-Like Grace/Agile
➼Speed/Fast Runner
➼Sharp Claws/Retractable Claws

Personality/Behavior Weaknesses:
➼Overprotective
➼Timid (When Fighting Alone/Exposed)
➼Insecure
➼Abandonment Issues
➼Tends To Be Lazy

Class Weaknesses:
➼Smaller/Poor Durability
➼Fragile Wings/Slow Flyer
➼Blinding Light/Bright Lights
➼Strength/Weak In One-On-One Fights

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Affiliations:
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Name:

Aether

"Spirit of the Wind"

Age:

190 years

Gender:

Male:

Class:

Air

Appearance:

Everything about him is sleek and graceful. With a build that is much mroe slender and petite than most other dragon classes, he was made for pure speed and agility, especially apparent when he is in flight. While his lithe build means that he wouldn't really stand a chance in combat with a stronger dragon, in a head to head confrontation with little space to manuever; but it also means that he is harder to catch, with the natural speed and grace of his kind. He won't last against a stronger opponent, but for that to happen, he has to be caught first.

Standing at nine feet tall, Aether is perhaps not the largest dragon around. It makes sense, seeing as his class isn't known as the largest among dragonkind, rather the opposite. But it does aid him in his speed and agility in the air.

His large wings are often folded close to his body when not flying, or when at rest, but can unfurl with a snap quick as anything; either to propell him skywards or to flare outwards. In comparison to his smaller body, his wings are large, especially when in comparison to his body. With a curved sharp talon on the front of the wings, the spot where the 'thumb' is, he can anchor himself to a more solid place when using his ability. Though if caught in the right place, the talon on each wing can cause some damage, although it is unlikely he will purposefully use his wings; the things that gives him the advantage in a combat situation, instead of his teeth and claws, tail and ability.

A sleek head with a slender muzzle of medium length is connected to a long serpentine neck that is often held in a distinctive arched fashion. Two spiraled horns, one of either side of the head, pointing backwards, each one about seven inches in length; which are a warm ivory in color, with silver speckles of varying sizes scattered along their length. A lipped maw hides a neat row of sharp white teeth on both the upper and lower jaws; made for tearing flesh from prey and enemies alike. Along with his slender body, he has a long tail, tapering down to a whip-thin point; the last few inches of the tail has no bones, only pure muscle, and he is able to snap it in a manner that produces a sound similiar to a whip cracking.

In terms of coloration, like others of his class, he is quite light. The base color of his scales is white, a clear unstained white; like freshly fallen snow. Though that is only on the upper half and sides of him, the scales of his underbelly, from throat to tip of tail are the same warm ivory as his horns. The silver is less noticable on his body, though when his large wings are opened more, one can see a beautiful silver color fading into the white; most of his wings are the white of his base color, but the edges of the wing membrane are colored silver, and then gradually fading into the white as the silver gets farther into the wing. If one takes a good close look, one can see speckles of silver littering on the pristine white of Aether's body, with even a few freckles of the more noticable ivory; though the silver blends in with the white from a far or mid-range distance, he has to be quite close for the silver to be visible, and for those who are not standing a few feet away from him, the silver can be seen in the right lighting.

His vocalizations are unique, even for a dragon. His roars are of a surprisingly high pitch, a sound that could be described as a wail; a distinctive, high, carrying roar that almost sounds alien. But not quite, it is a sound that is hard to describe; the higher than normal pitch, the deep undertone that almost sounds like a low buzzing or thrumming as the roar begins, and something about how the sound pitches even higher into a pitch that almost hurts the ears; it almost sounds like an utterance of something not of this earth, alien, but at the same time it sounds perfectly natural if not eerie. At least it kind of fits with him being an Air class dragon. Other vocalizations that he can make include a quieter chittering sound; a growl that is usually midway in pitch, and sometimes at the end of the growl one can hear a faint clicking and/or a higher toned noise threading through the growl; a very low pitched gutteral sound that is primarily made in his chest and the back of his throat, kind of like a grumble or perhaps a precursor to a growl; and a variety of others. Something to note is that when Aether is angry or otherwise worked up about something or another, the thrumming sound is more present in his roars or growls, with the startings of a growl that would usually be a rumble in other dragons, is that strange thrumming, vibrating noise. And his roars don't always have to have the lower undercurrent running through them, sometimes they can be clear as a bell from beginning to end. Usually those clearer roars are a bit quieter in tone and are usually a warning opposed to a war cry; or one could think of them as his normal roar and the thrumming undertone as a more aggressive one. The chittering can be either a sign of worry, in which case it begins with a strange sound that is almost like a low chirping or dull clicking in quick sucession so that it sounds like the sound was melded together before transitioning to the normal chitter; or playfullness, which that is more higher pitched, a little louder and sharper with a defined chirp at the end; a chitter with sharply defined clicking signifies displeasure; and curiosity is usually a more muffled thing with sharply defined sounds at the beginning.


(Art credits to Vulpixles, my character, not 100% accurate to appearance but close enough)

Personality:

Aether is more calmer than some other dragons. Having a more peaceful nature, he is harder to anger or provoke than many; he is definitely not a quick-tempered creature. There are many words to describe his calm nature, and to him, being called quiet or calm isn't an insult, even if it was intended to be; after all, there's enough impulsive or aggressive or quick-tempered dragons out there. And being of a nicer demeanor balances out all the fiery personalities out there. Besidesm he is not always like this; calm and peaceful and still like wind in a forest. He knows when to bite back at an antagonist; he isn't a pushover or total pacifist, despite all appearances, and will stand up when he needs to. He is the type to be perfectly passive, calm, until being provoked; and then he will show that even with his class' peaceful reputation, he is still a dragon. And dragons are best not to be provoked.

This creature is an alert one, watching and listening to things and people and other dragons. Not many things escape his attention, even when idle, and at rest it seems like he still has a ear for anything strange going on. No one could accuse this one of being unaware of oblivious of his surroundings, and often he can be the first or one of the first ones, to notice something and therefore draw others' attention to it. Not always though, there are always moments or unawareness.

Aether has certain amounts of cautiousness, of course, everything has to have that instinct that whispers to be careful, even though some may say he is the exact opposite in some ways. especially in relation to his particular fondness of high-speed manyevers quite high in the sky. But for one reason, is that he is smaller and weaker than many other dragons, and cannot stand to be picking fights right and left; and part of it is general sense. Cautious can keep one alive and healthy, but life isn't life if there were no risks one has to take. He is a pretty good judge of when to be wary and when to be bold, after all, he has nearly two centuries of age, young to a dragon but old to others.

A thing about Aether, is that he is an independent creature. So much like the winds; he is a creature of the air, and so is as independent as the element. He doesn't care to be controlled or ordered around, most don't, but he will do as told. With him, he can and will accept help when he admits that he cannot do something, and be glad for the help in most cases; but he can be stubborn and sometimes will not readily admit that. If he can do something himself, he will, he doesn't have to be reliant on somebody else. And he often doesn't like to be, anyways. He likes to solve his own problems, do things himself. While gentleness is part of his nature, so is independence.

Aether is confident. Not in the arrogant flashy manner that one sees in quite a few indivuals; especially those of a younger age, more strident and bold. But his confidence is rather a quiet, calm thing; and it is just as, if not more, effect than the more...obvious displays of arrogance.

Rider:

Percival

Ability:

The air class ability is pretty much exactly as it sounds, their jaws produce a wind tunnel that can either create a tunnel of wind of varying speed and velocity. The wind itself cannot cause harm, but strong winds can throw things, including beings that light enough to be lifted, which can end up damaging anyone caught within its range. Those outside its range [about maximum 20 feet in a conical shape] will feel the wind, but are out of harm's way. Air dragons can choose the direction the wind blows too, so they can push or pull things, thought it is either away or from them or towards them, they cannot actually throw a specific target in a specific direction.

Strengths:

-Faster flier than most dragons and more manueverable, as a result more stealthy in the air

-Calmer personality

-Wind tunnel ability

-Can fly for higher and longer and more resistance to changes in temperature

-Observant

Weaknesses:

-Smaller, more petite in build

-Physically weaker in combat and in general

-Less durable than other dragons

-Wings, injure a winf and he's out of the game

-As he is built for flight, he does not do well in the water; slightly better chances in calm waters, but rougher water? Until he manages to get himself up onto something, or another dragon hauls him out of the water, he's probably going to drown. Everything that aids him in flight, is a disadvantage in the water

Likes:

-Flying in general

-Some humans

-His rider

-Being high up

-Colder weather

-The mountains

-Being around others (sometimes)

Dislikes:

-Rough water, ocean or sea

-Hot weather to an extent

-Fire dragons, for their aggression mostly, and fire breath

-Water dragons, mostly because of a fight he got into with one and got subsequently dragged into the water and nearly drowned

-Not being independent

-Impulsive, arrogant, or generally nasty indivuals

-Being underestimated

Affiliations:

Open

Other:

How to Train your Dragon trilogy, and the Inheritance cycle books