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Tony's Character Guide ~ Greetings to all who read this. This here is now going to be a collection of characters/character sheets I've created for RP's. ~ Some may have been used once or reused for multiple RP's. ~ Please do not post as this is more of a collection for me to keep track of characters, instead of using my phone's notes app. {The notes are crying with characters right now-} ~ INDEX: Sylvester Montgomery | Male | 25 | Human Irwin Llyr | Male | 72 | Merman Kieran | Male | 3 | Raven Shadow of The Sun | Male | 5 | Wolf Lucian Blackwood | Male | 25 | Vampire Tadashi Akiyama | Male | 21 | Human Lorcan Einar | Male | 21 | Human Einar "Spirit of The Eternal Flame | Male | 22 | Dragon/Human God/Patron |
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Name: Sylvester Layn Montgomery Nickname{s}: Sy {Sigh} , Vester Gender: Male Age: 25 Years Birthday: 14th February • Titles: °~Captain of the Knights of Reyes °~Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Reyes • Appearance: Sylvester stands at a looming 6'7 with a fairly toned-muscular built body, with the muscles along his upper arms and torso being well defined and easy to see giving him a fairly formed and capable appearance. His skin is a pale ivory with some areas appearing a slightly more tanned shade such as along his chest and face, along with a mole that sits just below his left eye. His face is slightly rounded, with a sharp jawline and well defined cheekbones. The hair on his eyebrows is a dark gray, close to black making them stand out compared to the lightness of his hair, he often trims and waxes them to retain the smooth and elegant shape they have taken on, leaving his resting face as a serious-energy radiating look. His hair is a silvery white platinum blonde, which is parted of towards the left side of his head. The locks are semi long in some places such as the back towards his neck, and take on a wavey, slightly curly form. The iris's of his eyes are a blue-ish silver, appearing mostly silver in normal to dim lighting. In direct sunlight or heavy light however, his eyes will give off a pale blue sheen similar to that of frost or ice. The skin on his lips is a pale beige colour with a hint of pinkness through them, giving them a warm and inviting look, the ridge of his top lip has a fairly noticeable shape similar to a bow, adding more angles and curves to the shit eating grin he so often wears. Despite being crown prince, Sylvester much prefers acting as the Knights Captain, allowing him to equip and stride around in a full light weight suit of armour, mainly forged of titanium, giving it a bright and eye catching silver colour with the fabric being used for beneath his gloves and other equipped pieces is fairly standard black cotton. His armour has a few overlaying pieces which replicate a design similar to scales, with the most obvious example being around his shoulder pads. The outter parts of his armour are decorated in small golden covered designs, following the shapes of older vintage patterns, mainly floral, outlining the shapes of vines, leaves and other plant like attributes. His armour has a removable cape, which is made of Reyes finest silks and cottons all in a pure snow white colour with white rabbits fur around the end trimmings. It feels like a cloud. By absorbing and retaining heat it can keep the wearer warm and dry in cold weather and areas. He often carries a traditional long sword, keeping it sheathed in its cover which lies tied around his waist on a black leather belt, along with a pouch containing a personal hand held mirror, a hairbrush, and his coins. • Personality: Sylvester is fairly cocky and overly arrogant, believing that the world revolves around him and him only. His upbringing had his every wish being met and with next to no discipline or anyone telling him no, he has taken on a very demanding and selfish attitude that seems to never be satisfied. He takes the biggest pride in his reputation and appearance, spending minutes to hours staring at himself in his handheld mirror or his rooms vanity while he adjusts every last strand of his hair until he finds it satisfactory. His temper is easily tapped into with even the slightest resistance if it goes against what he wants, throwing tantrums that range between the silent treatment, or items being hurled and smashed in fits of rage. He shows a level of determination during these fits, with some tantrums lasting days or even weeks with him moping until the other party caved into his request. He always carries himself highly, with a great posture with the set thought nothing and no one would dare harm such a charming and charismatic individual. The only passion he puts hard work and effort into is his swordsmanship, spending hours at a time with the other knights to practice his form, his parry's, his technique. He heavily believes that using a sword isn't just a means of fighting, but also an art; an art of sweat, blood, of movement and rhythm. He gets scolded often but the words never have any meaning to him, as he thinks their words are beneath him, his carefree attitude usually bringing harm and hurt to people who care about him, with him not returning the gestures and feelings. With his looks and his titles, he has women swooning over him everywhere he goes, feeding more into his ego as he boasts about how great and powerful he is. In his eyes, life's all about fun, none of the responsibility that comes with his power and titles he boasts of so much. With everyone he has fall for him, he's lead deeper into the delusion that he could have any woman he wants, purely convinced that every woman he meets immediately falls in love with him. He genuinely cannot tell right from wrong and will say things as they appear, with no attempt to sugar coat or re-word anything he says. He is often left in a state of pure confusion when women slap him and walk out or when people throw him dirty looks, his thoughts leading him to believe he is never at fault and that he is perfect in everyway. His every conclusion to any conflict between him and another is that it is always the other person's fault, that they were not good enough for him and will never consider for a second if it was his actions or words to blame. He loves to parade around the kingdom in his Knights Captain armour, flexing and posing for his adoring fans in the crowds as he gets showered with praise and flowers from them, often receiving free items such as baked goods and jewellery as gifts too. He doesn't understand the importance of coin, and is often horribly disgusted by those that live in the street, begging for coins, not only by their living situations, but often their appearance too, afraid he too could catch... The dirt? Mud? Whatever the sludge stuff is on the ground..? He's never had a relationship or friendship last longer than a week due to his nature, his arrogance, his straight forwardness, alot about him really. He as a person can be next to insufferable to stick around for long term, appearing an absolute saviour and sweet heart for the mere glimpses someone sees him out in public, with his angelic pearly white teethed smile and blown kisses. • Strengths: °~Sylvester is quick to play the hero in most fights against other soldiers, bandits or even creatures. He's skilled with his sword and actually shows a level of intelligence and understanding around it, his only focal point in life. • °~Sylvester is highly attractive and charismatic, making deals, offers and proposals he makes almost next to impossible to decline. {That is, without the added tantrums} • Weaknesses: °~He is a terrible liar. He wears the truth clear as day with a guilty look, pouty face or other given signs. Most times, he won't even deny it. • °~Hes very clueless as to how the world works outside of the castle, not really understanding why some people "choose" to live as lowly as they do. His understanding of his reality is incredibly warped. • °~He's easily manipulated by compliments and other challenges that offer him a chance to show himself or his {limited} skills off. He can easily be tricked because of his constant need and want, to stand out. • °~Can never handle the truth as clear as it is. If by some miracle he realised he had done wrong, such as if somebody died as a result of his actions, he'd choose to ignore or forget about it happening, the one time someone innocent died by his hand, while being confronted privately, he broke down into a sobbing mess for days after the incident. • °~He hates most animals and insects. Heavily believes they are all diseased and horrible messy creatures. Terrified to be near them let alone touch them. He does have a soft spot for small white foxes. {Had one as a pet growing up. The one and only pet he's ever owned.} • Abilities: None to his knowledge although his mana pool is otherworldly. • Relationship: Single Past Relationships: Far too many to even count or name. • Crush: None {Currently} • Kin: Father {King of Reyes} Mother {Queen of Reyes} Sister {Princess of Reyes} |
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Name: Irwin Llyr Age: 72 Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him They/Them Sexuality: Biromantic Asexeual ~ Appearance: Irwin floats at a looming 2.1 meters {6'8} from the top of his head to the tip of his tail, weighing up around 96-105 kilograms. His skin is a fair and even tanned colour, blending darker as his human like body gives way to his dark brown scaled tail. His eyes are a striking golden amber which tends to glow a brighter yellow in dim lit areas, giving him a rather predatory look similar to a cats eyes. His hair is medium length, flowing just above his shoulder blades with waves of auburn mixed with chocolate brown colouring. A few strands of hair at the tips fade into a bright white in groups, giving his hair a speckled look to match his tail. Just below his shoulder blades, sprouting from his spine is his large dorsal fin, matching that of a whale shark, before moving to his tail which follows the same colouring as his hair and dorsal fin. He has a small notch on the top part of his tail from an encounter with a rather feisty fish while he was growing up, losing a small piece of himself to it in his attempt to flee. His cheeks are painted with dark freckles that also pass over the bridge of his nose, with his cheeks retaining a pink blush despite the cold waters. When it's dry, his tail and fins will appear much darker with the white whale shark spots appearing much duller and faded. His hair will often gain alot of frizz, leaving it in a curly/wavey mess of fluff on his head similar to a Pomeranian. His fingers are adorned with reinforced black claws rather than human like nails, making it easier for him to upturn rocks and helps to tear into items such as fishing nets or flesh. Overall despite his age, he tends to resemble that of say, a 21 year old boy {Human Years} ~ Personality: Irwin is one of the most passive mer-people most could hope to encounter, his lips often adorned by a dashing, warm and welcoming smile. He has an ever growing curious side to him which fills him with constant questions in need of answering, leading him to spending alot of time exploring and navigating his surroundings as he sets to learning more about the world he is apart of. His very young age considering the Mer-Folk lifespan often leaves him being considered a child still in need of protection, however he despises being scolded or coddled as a child would, rather staying away from others to show his independence. His brain is constantly adapting seamlessly together with ideas from the humans world, better improving his lifestyle as he learns from their ways closely. He has a heart of gold, showing incredible amounts of kindness, caringness, and empathy. He particularly prefers to stick to a mostly vegetarian diet with the occasional fish when circumstances should call for such measures, despising the idea of expelling much energy in having to hunt while berries and other ocean plantation is available. Sometimes during episodes of fear {Such as sustaining a major injury} he can show high levels of uncertainty around anyone, be they human or Mer-Folk, resulting in complete silence from him. In these episodes he will gain a strange level of silence which is most unusual for him, considering his constant questions and rambling to those around him. He often keeps up a barrier, being sure not to trust anyone and everyone simply since they pique his curiosity. ~ Backstory: Irwin has been a fighter since the very beginning, constantly doing his best to thrive and prove himself a mighty hunter of the oceans. His mother raised him alone, with his father having vanished without a trace in his earliest years. Despite his attempts in excelling at hunting or battle, Irwin's talents have shown him to be better suited in foraging, tracking and other scouting behaviours. He soends most of his time away from home, exploring more of the ocean around them and even occasionally taking trips to the surface where he has had some rather close encounters with humans. ~ During one of these encounters he learnt from the sailor that drew too near that his size alone was intimidating in itself, causing the human great fear of being harmed or worse by Irwin's hand. It was also at this time that Irwin developed a new curiosity around humans, always fascinated by their behaviours, their tools, their ways of life. Over the years he's picked up on some of their habits and traits, learning to craft spears from ocean debris to aid in hunting and creating makeshift traps with net fragments. ~ Likes: Studying ocean life and surface life {Mammals, birds, and the humans.} ~ Creating new items. ~ Foraging and exploring various terrains on the ocean floors. ~ Sparring. ~ Swimming long distance. ~ Sunbathing on shores or rocks that breach the surface of the water. ~ Dislikes: Human hunters/poachers. ~ Incredibly deep dark waters. {Around levels you would find Angler fish and such.} ~ Thunderstorms. {The sound and light can be incredibly disorienting to him and his eyes, causing dizzy spells and headaches.} ~ Winter. {The water's become far too cold for his liking.} ~ Responsibilities- {He loves getting to slack off to explore and such, never caring much for rules or safety. Having to actually put effort into jobs important, or not, bores him greatly.} ~ Theme Song: {City of Tears -by Christopher Larkin} ~ Quote: "Don't you ever wonder how much we're missing out on down here? There's a whole world out there and we can't begin to imagine the possibilities. We choose to simply focus on our survival but that's not living! Living is getting out there and seeing what there is to offer!" |
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Name: Kieran Blackwood ~ Species: Raven Gender: Male Age: 3 ~ Appearance: Kieran is what you might describe as your typical everyday raven. He stands at 25 inches tall with a wingspan of approximately 46 inches. His feathers are dark, near black yet give off a blue-ish coloured sheen in the right lighting. He wears a black and purple mushroom hat which has a few moon shaped and bone shaped charms that hang from silver chains around its rim. He carries most of his belongings in a small black leather back pack which has a roll of cloth hung underneath which allows him to create a small tent-like structure along his travels. ~ Personality: Kieran is quite a sight to behold. Despite his means of being a wanderer, selling his wares he finds along his travels, his attitude isn't exactly what anyone would call welcoming or friendly. Kieran often uses mockery and heavy sarcasm when speaking to others, usually saying what's on his mind without giving it a second thought. This leads most he encounters to think of him as rather blunt and incredibly rude. He loves to joke around and sometimes plays pranks on others he meets along his travels. His favourite being his spreading of false rumours of monsters or ghouls that usually scare people off. He over exaggerates a lot of his stories, always painting himself out to be some kind of hero when in reality, he is nothing but an easily scared coward. (Not that he would ever admit to such because of his pride.) Despite his questionable attitude, Kieran usually shows some level of concern in his own messed up way. He hides behind a mask of indifference, aloofness and sarcasm, but he understands he can come off as a rather horrible being. Occasionally, he will find it in himself to let the mask down to apologise to someone when he knows he has done something wrong or even to attempt comforting others if they're in distress... Though he does suck at it. ~ Strengths: °~Typically unaffected by anger or other negative emotions that are thrown his way. °~In his own strange way, his unbothered way of thinking often allows the group an outlet to let out any and all anger they might hold rather than them bottling it up. °~He is a bird, so it always helps to have him scout ahead by flying. If he can be convinced to actually be useful for once. ~ Weaknesses: °~Never takes anything seriously. Has gotten him into trouble more times than he can even recall. °~His sarcastic attitude and constant quips/jokes make him VERY easy to dislike, so he has almost no one he would consider a true friend. °~Never speaks or opens up about his true feelings, always deflecting or avoiding questions that he finds too personal. °~Can't see or fly in the dark, or in severe storms. ~ Backstory: He doesn't speak much about his life before. Not that there's much to say when your own family comes to despise your sick sense of humour, blaming their shortcomings on you before you have a chance to understand why... Why am I so different? Why don't I feel the way they tell me I should? His father, Falthyr, always taught him the important lesson of "survival of the fittest", yet it seems simple survival isn't the same as living. ~ Likes: °~Making jokes and playing pranks. °~Showing off. °~Eating. Lots of eating. °~Hitch hiking rides upon other's backs. ~ Dislikes: °~Serious conversation topics. °~Having to "comfort" others. °~Showing respect, concern, empathy, sympathy etc. (physically grosses him out with the heebie-jeebies) °~PITY. ~ Handbook: Wanderer Handbook Pet: Bush Cat ~ Relations: Falthyr Blackwood (Father) The one who raised Kieran alone. Falthyr was also a wanderer back in his day, but is now retired, he was often cold and hard towards Kieran, so the relationship is a little strained now. Falthyr is a very old Raven with many grey feathers and lives alone in his tree in Blackwood forest. ~ Anika Blackwood (Mother) Anika was killed during Kieran's early times after hatching. ~ Other: N/A |
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Name: Shadow of the Sun Preferred Name: Shadow Gender: Male Age: 5 Years Appearance: Shadow stands at a looming 3'2 with a heavily muscular built body weighing him at 142 pounds {64KG's Approx.} His face is on the rounder side of the scale, making his skull and head appear larger, fluffier and more daunting. His jaw is well formed, his mouth lined with off white sharp teeth and canine fangs that give him an intimidating and eerie aura when he flashes them in a vicious snarl or growl. His fur is slightly on the longer side, giving it a ripple effect as he navigates different terrains, often resulting in it catching many leaves, twigs and clumps of dust/dirt as he travels the forest. The fur itself is a deep brown with black runic like markings ghosting the tips, appearing a much brighter golden brown in direct or heavy sunlight. His eyes follow suit of his pelt, appearing a dark oak like brown with brighter gold flecks spread throughout his iris. The claws on each of his paws remain an almost jet black and often carry dirt build up underneath, although he does his best to keep his appearance up. He fosters very little numbers of scars, majority of which are completely covered by his long pelt, mostly scratches he picked up on his travels as a young pup. He wears a bear skull as a trophy from one he had slain many years back, and atop the skull he bares two deep brown antlers decorated in golden wire and charms that glow faintly in dim lighting, often bringing out the golden flecks of his eyes as they appear to glow as well. He collects most sharp teeth from predator creatures he hunts and slays, using the teeth as a trophy in a collection he wears on a necklace around his neck, the rope itself was gifted by the careless bickering of crows who had dropped it during flight as they passed him by. Personality: Shadow usually treads with caution and a clear head, well prepared to adapt to most situations he thinks possible in most locales. He keeps his wits about him and will often use intelligence over brute strength when hunting to conserve strength and stamina. He can become flustered or embarrassed easily when conversing with others as his upbringing allowed him limited contact with other wolves, making his social skills next to no existent. He can be very empathetic towards other wolves or other creatures in general that he comes across, and while he is still required to kill while hunting, he tends to not be cruel in toying with his prey, offering them a quick and merciful death. Sometimes a tone of sarcasm can be heard carried beneath or within his words or behaviour, the realisation that not everyone knows as much as he may not yet landing its mark in his mind. He isnt one to back away from a fight if it's necessary, however he would much rather prefer talking things over with others than to spill blood carelessly. He has a soft side to him which allows him to enjoy the smaller things in life, bringing him joy from activities such as swimming or casual strolls as well as sniffing or picking wildflowers and berries to snack on. He tends to be the gifting sort as he isn't great with words and speaking his mind. Through thoughtful gestures, he can show others around him he listens, he remembers, and he cares. Strengths: °~With his heavy weight and his looming height, intimidation and confrontations can be one of his stronger points. He carries most of the advantages in battle aside from speed and maneuverability. °~His longer pelt protects him from most scratches of sticks and rocks, allowing him to withstand some forms of damage for longer before becoming injured. °~His time spent wandering the lands aimlessly has allowed him to learn quickly in the ways of adapting to certain terrains, temperatures and weather. Weaknesses: °~Due to his size and weight, moving around quickly in the midst of a battle can be difficult making dodging increasingly harder for him. °~He dislikes fighting and often his empathy will get in the way of most of his survival required actions. He'd much rather resolve conflicts peacefully. °~While he has travelled and grown up alone, traversing most treacherous landscapes known to him, he carries a great fear of thunderstorms {The volume of the thunder itself} and sudden bright lights such as sparks, lightning and sometimes, even fireflies. Other: Shadow in all his time travelling has only met one other wolf before meeting stone, a younger male wolf who was also wandering the lands aimlessly. The two shared many moons together growing a close bond, with the male granting Shadow his title "Shadow of the Sun". Shadow had been confused by the title, but before long, merely a few days later, his friend had disappeared. Worried his friend may have been intimidated by some of his antics, his size, his strength, He convinced himself the title was not of good heart, but more of a warning to enemies that even a bright star, forever shining could cast a shadow of itself upon others. |
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Name: Lucian Layn Blackwood Nicknames: Lucy (By friends) BK (In reference to his last name. His go to alias when getting in contact with people or when people are asking for favours.) Lu-Lu (He laughs about this one but he'll never voice how much it truly pisses him off.) Age: 25 Gender: Male Species: Vampire Rank/role: One of the others. A major planner who creates covers for others like him and lives a mostly normal "human-like" lifestyle. Personality: Lucian is probably one of the friendliest guys you may ever come across. He's the perfect blend of welcoming, friendliness and humour that makes anyone feel at ease, no matter how guarded they might be. He always wears a smile that you can even hear when he speaks, his positive attitude always a beacon for those around him and often makes people around him trust him all the more. He's easily approachable, and perhaps some of that has to do with the fact he's also one of the biggest suck ups in the history of suck ups. He often speaks empty words that carry no meaning, saying what he knows the other person wishes to hear, flicking compliments around and mindlessly agreeing with everything said. Despite his seemingly open demeanour, he's a labyrinth to navigate and dig deep inside of for any tells of how he's truly feeling or what he's thinking. He has built many many walls during the years, always putting up an all too convincing facade that fools most he encounters. He can play the fool when he's in the wrong and sweet talk his way out of most trouble. Due to his nature of sucking up, it's impossible to decipher when he's being truthful about... Well, anything. One thing is for sure, and that is that Lucian is one of the best covers anyone could ask for. Need someone to vouch for your whereabouts last night? He's your guy. Need a ride somewhere? He's your guy. He has connections that spread far and wide. As the saying goes, he has fingers in a lot of pies. From business partners, to people he's befriended overtime, he has a contact for nearly every favour from the innocent to the rather discreet. He loves to tease and joke with people, trying to pry out information so fluidly during conversations that the importance of the words sometimes slips unbeknownst to the other person. Occasionally he'll play a harmless little prank here and there, perhaps a late pick up or wrong drop off. He's been known to drop hints through "wrong person" texts too. Lucian's antics are almost a guaranteed headache to try and get used to, with everyday bringing something new from the fella. Lucian will never speak about himself or his past, keeping his tracks covered through multiple phones, addresses and even the odd name change here and there. To say he's a slippery bastard to find and track down could be the understatement of the centuries. Despite all he does and says, Lucian is the most loyal and trustworthy people you could ask to have on your side. Never once will he slip up information regarding anyone he's worked with or helped out. One of his best special skills is making up plausible cover stories on the spot. That, and this dude has the best damn poker face you'll ever come across. Appearance: Lucian stands at around 6'3, with a well toned and fit built body. His muscles aren't overly built, but well defined and easily visible when he wears the right outfits. From his biceps, to his chest and abs, the dips and contours are almost hypnotizing should he shed his shirt for whatever reason. His skin is fairly pale, as he spends most of his time indoors at clubs and other get togethers with business people. Suspicion is kept minimal thanks to his way of working, so his reasoning for needing to go outside for long periods of time is easily avoidable. His eyes are the most brilliant shade of hot pink, with small specks of yellow and gold spread throughout like small flakes that perfectly catch the light. They're a sharp almond shape, with his lashes appearing rather long and full. His eyebrows he keeps rather thin, often waxing and occasionally threading them to keep them well maintained and in nice shape. They are a dark grey colour, almost appearing black which is a stark contrast to most of his hair which is a pale platinum blonde, appearing almost white. His hair is medium length, curly and wavy in some places with the back being much longer as it reaches his shoulder blades. The longer part he prefers to wear in a ponytail, as it is also black, matching his eyebrows. His lips are full, sticking out slightly with an almost slight pout. His upper lip has a perfect bow shape, with both lips holding a beautiful shade of pink which gives them a warm and inviting look. Behind, are his naturally perfect sets of teeth, from the perfect alignment, to the shiny pearly white colour they possess. His fangs aren't quite as prominent as most other vampires' would be, instead they're a little on the shorter side. There have been rumours circulating between vampires that he regularly files them, although the reason is unclear. Perhaps it's a way of blending into human society better? Or... Maybe he has other motives behind the decision. He usually has a white plaster that sticks over his left cheek. Lucian mostly jokes about it being a fashion choice, but in reality it covers a rather horrific birthmark that stems from his jawline and up along his cheek, looking almost like a burn scar. His outfits change ALL the time. You'll almost never see him wear the same thing twice, but when he dresses up, he DRESSES UP- It's a wonder where he keeps all these clothes. His usual style is simply dark colour suits along with a white blouse and a black tie. There's a large black jacket which he usually wears over his back or left shoulder too, instead of wearing it fully. His other styles range from feather boas, the occasional dress and other brightly coloured outfits. {Mans was built for Vogue Magazine hehe-} No matter the style, he never fails to wear his round lensed sunglasses with their blue and pink tint. Be it day or the middle of the night, indoors or outdoors, he always has them on, only taking them off to sleep or shower. 
{©モロツヨシ on Picrew} Relationship status: Single! {Open, pm me!} Sexuality: Bisexual Other: Lucian grew up as a single child with his parents who were also vampires. He moved out however the moment he turned 16, going off to live among humans. He always had an eye for fashion, and loved how the community worked together to create masterpieces. Lucian lives for the attention and will bend himself over backwards to appease others. Thanks to his natural good looks, he became quite the hit among many industries, earning himself a small fortune with every job request carried out, from designing, to simple intern-like work. He even picked up an apprentice/second hand job years prior. Now, he's a well known celebrity who's often invited to many galas, conventions among other parties. While he does sometimes keep in touch with his parents, they aren't on his priority list. The reasons for this are unclear... |
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Name: Tadashi Akiyama Age: 21 Gender: Male Appearance: Tadashi's appearance has always been something others have gawked at. From a distance, he seems like a pretty average and plain guy, but up close? His hair is naturally wavy and jet black in colour, framing his face and sometimes falling over and into his eyes. Due to this, he always wears a gold headband to keep the hair from his face. His eyes themselves though are breathtaking; like the sun itself was trapped inside, they seem to appear a most magnificent golden colour in almost any lighting. They perfectly match with his headband, bringing all of ones attention to his face. His skin is a tanned ivory, and he has darker freckles scattered along his cheeks and nose. He has almost no scars minus the smallest knick which appears as a slightly jagged paler coloured line on the right side of his jaw. He roughly stands at about 6'1, with a rather lanky build, yet despite his lankier build, he does have the smallest bit of muscles around his upper arms from the heavy lifting he usually does. Personality: Tadashi is an absolute jokester. Loves to crack bad jokes left and right, laughs off serious matters and never seems to take anyone seriously. Due to his nature, sometimes its inevitable that he ends up pushing the wrong buttons with a person and that alone can result in the odd spat or two. However, despite his unseriousness, he does very well academically. Most people assume from the way he slacks off during most jobs, work or studies that he would automatically be set for failure, but he can gather and retain information incredibly well. He finds joy in others annoyance, yet occasionally with those he deems himself close to, he may have the odd moment of seriousness when speaking with them. Usually he tends to use his jokes and unserious nature to brush off deeper topics, not because hes a bad guy, but because he genuinely doesn't feel well equipped to deal with such situations. If he can make them laugh or smile, then thats more than enough for him. He LOVES cheap magic tricks. The kinds with "disappearing" items or the ones where they magically guess your card. As such, he loves to collect decks of different style cards and is overjoyed when gifted new ones too. He also sometimes dabbles with tarot cards, but more for fun than genuine interest in finding answers. Tadashi can be rather observant too. Adding into his gathering and retaining of information, he does the same with those he hangs out around. From small things like food preferences or favourite colour's, to small tells which might give away truer feelings that seem invisible to others. In very rare occasions, such information can be mixed in with his studies, meaning he can work up some pretty wicked strategies on the fly, however crazy they might sound at times. He is an "all in or all out" kind of person. You ask someone if they'd jump off a cliff after their friend? Tadashi's the one who jumped first without hesitation. His reckless and thoughtless tendencies always end up 50/50 between miraculously working out without a hitch despite the scolding he gets afterwards, or a decent thrashing when everything turns tits side up and he needs rescuing from his own actions. He can be pretty clueless at times. Oblivious in ways that'd make even monkeys look like absolute scholars. He'll usually go along with jokes not realizing, and ask questions that have most assuming he's joking only to soon find he's being dead serious. Strengths: ~Gathers and retains information at impressive levels. ~Good for comic relief and bringing light to situations that might seem otherwise dreadful. ~Observant of those around him. ~Talented in strategising and creating plans on the fly. ~Lighterweight for his height, making maneuverability a bit more easier for him. ~Always first to face situations head on in place of his friends or peers. Weaknesses: ~Carefree and goofy nature can sometimes cause more conflict than necessary. ~Reckless, having a more "act first, think later" mentality. ~Struggles with serious conversations or deeper topics. ~Distracted easily by topics or items he finds interesting. ~Taller height sometimes makes smaller spaces harder to navigate. ~Reckless tendencies can sometimes [more often than not] result in worse case scenarios, injuries, entrapment etc. Backstory: Tadashi's spent his entire life working in the farmlands of the kingdom. He was raised by Shigeto, his adoptive father after a traveling merchant had found the boy alone and taken him in. Deciding a life constantly on the move wasn't ideal, the merchant had left Tadashi on the farm where he could be raised to be a hard-working and honest man. Shigeto treats Tadashi like he's his own flesh and blood, having taught Tadashi all he knows about life on the farm, from ideal growing conditions, to tending the animals. He lived alongside the other farmhands, a few other people around his age who would sometimes stop by to offer a hand on the farm. Shigeto has since retired, leaving Tadashi to tend the farm himself. It's been a while since he's seen or heard from the others, having heard rumors they had all moved on or settled down closer to the kingdom. Tadashi finds much joy in running the farm alone though. He often speaks with the animals like they're his best friends, especially the cows and the chickens. Minus Puff. Puffs a bitch. (But she lays the best eggs so he has to tolerate her sassiness and broodiness regardless.) He sows his own fields, occasionally with the help of his donkey pal, Don. Really originally named by Tadashi at the ripe old age of 6. Who will sometimes help to pull along the farms equipment to better ready fields more efficiently. To this day, Tadashi still gets way too overly enthusiastic about any forms of human company, not really worrying about backgrounds or past dilemmas as long as they can take his bad jokes. |
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Name: Alden Wierthorn Age: 20 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bi-Romantic Asexual Appearance: Alden stands at a relatively average height of 5'7 and a lanky build that gives him a rather weak yet agile looking body. His skin is on the paler side, given his aversion to moving around during the daytime when most people are awake. He very rarely sees the sun, and on the smallest occasions when he did, his body is always covered by a large tattered cloak. His face has small freckles which are almost invisible, however upon looking closer or by some divine miracle should he be seen in the sunlight, the soft scattering of freckles paint his cheeks and nose like little constellations, barely darker than his normal skin tone. Alden's eyes are a most brilliant and vibrant gold colour, with his pupils differing between being soft and rounded when he's content, and thin slits when he's on high alert, the eyes of a cunning predator. He sometimes wears eyeliner, making his eyes seem much sharper. However, for this reason he also hates the rain as it smudges and smears the eyeliner around his eyes, making them look sunken and dark as hell. His face is all sharp edges, from his jawline to his nose which is slightly crooked at the bridge from being previously broken. His hair is slightly wavy, but lingers more towards the straighter side of the scale and comes down to rest just below his shoulder blades. The long locks are bright orange, with black tips and the smallest hints of white. He often wears his hair up in a loose man bun to keep it from his face, however the front parts are somewhat shorter and sometimes fall into place in front of his ears. He has fox ears which rest upon his head, which can be laid down against his hair to make them blend in, and a large bushy fox tail that swishes behind him at every turn. He does have a fox form, however he rarely uses it aside from sneaking in through small gaps in doors or windows. He finds it much easier and quieter to navigate in his human form, whilst using his ears to pick up on subtle sounds. Plus, his hands make it easier to carry stolen goods rather than trying to carry them between the sharp tiny needle like teeth his fox form grants. Personality: Alden from afar is a quiet and closed off individual. He barely speaks. Barely interacts with anyone around him at all, really. At times, he'll even sit in the streets, playing beggar from beneath his tattered cloak with intentional dirt smears and a forced croaky voice. He's a master of cunning and deception. At night, he's like a completely different man. He finds the thrill of possibly getting caught exhilarating and dangerous during his nighttime robberies. The running away. The hiding. All of it coming together like one giant game of hide and seek. He can sometimes be quick to anger however, when his smart mouth and sharp tongue fail him when he needs them, his next best bet being to yell. Shout. Sometimes even threaten. He doesn't do it often, but when he's accused of something he very much well did do, he can lay it on THICK. His anger can also be a method of diverting conversations, or a method of hiding emotions or thoughts he'd rather not face head on or logically. He's a pathological liar, winding up stories on the spot to cover his fluffy tailed behind with convincing delivery that leaves little room for doubt. He acts like a bubbly, friendly guy, mooching off of people's empathy or pity to gain himself whatever it is his foxy heart has set its eyes upon. Whether it be coin, jewelry or food that smells too good to be of this world. Deep down however... He's a lonely man. With no friends. No family. Nobody he trusts or can ever turn to if he finds himself in trouble. He has next to no understanding of the word "Trust". His mentality thus far having always been "kill or be killed" or "always look out for number one". He isn't sure what he looks to make of his life. His entire existence has been based off made up stories and petty robberies. If he died tonight, he knows not a soul out there would shed a tear. Not a soul would remember his name. Strengths: ~Extremely cunning and deceptive. Excellent at making up lies on the spot. ~Lanky build makes it easier for him to navigate spaces swiftly and quietly. ~Enhanced hearing and eyesight from his fox side gives him enough warning of approaching danger. Weaknesses: ~Never knows when enoughs enough. He's incredibly reckless when it comes to stealing valuables. ~His lone-fox act often means he deals with everything alone. Injuries, emotions, thoughts. ~His lanky build makes it rather easy to overpower him in direct confrontations. Hence why he always runs. ~Food. Almost any kind of food. This man is a bottomless pit for the stuff. ~Surprisingly enough, can't swim. Hates water since it weighs down his body but also rain? Smears his eyeliner. Hates. Water. |
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Name: Lorcan Einar Age: 21 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bi-Romantic Asexual Appearance: Lorcan stands at around 6'5, with a well toned, muscular build. He has darker skin resembling a sort of chocolatey shade, with hair that appears even darker, hanging towards his lower back in curly waves. Upon his head, he wears a sort of makeshift crown created by the reddish, magenta horns of dragons he has felled in the past. The horns on the base of the crown curve around his head, while a slightly sharper, thinner pair protrude upwards from the base, almost making them look like they come from Lorcan's head themselves. His eyes are always sharp and narrowed, giving him a grumpy and very unapproachable appearance. The irises of his eyes are a piercing reddish pink, like the horns of his crown only much brighter. His expression is often one of a permanent scowl, with his entire list of emotion seemingly being annoyed, pissed, or straight over it. His upper arms, torso and legs are well defined with his muscles highlighting every dip and curve nicely. He sports a set of abs which arent quite as vivid but still there to be appreciated. Despite his profession as a dragon hunter, he only sports a single scar, which is a large burn scar with jagged edges like a star that rests upon his back. He always keeps this covered by his clothes or by a special cloth wrapped around his torso. Personality: Lorcan's a real nasty piece of work even on his better days. With a prickly exterior full of grumbled insults, scathing glares and full on exploding sessions, its no wonder most usually tend to keep their distance from him. Growing up, he was always fawned over for his potential at becoming the next great hunter of his people. Unfortunately, such attention got to his head. The expectations of his people are heavy upon his shoulders, but because of that, he feels he cannot turn to them for help when things get tough. He's the mountain among a raging storm, leading his fellow hunters into the dragons dens with certainty of victory. He often lashes out at others around him, blaming them for anything that goes wrong. He never holds himself accountable for things, since he's the villages perfect golden boy hunter, therefore, he can never do any wrong can he? Sometimes he has a cheekier side, where he will sometimes banter and tease those around him. Those days come once in a blue moon, sometimes straight after a very successful hunt or after a few mugs of mead. He can be a real smartass too. Throwing smart comments and snide remarks around, sarcasm can be his best friend at times. He enjoys watching others tremble at his name and cower in his presence, his form and reputation commanding respect and obedience wherever he so chooses to go. He is incredibly prideful. He expects things to be done when he wants them, how he wants them, where he wants them. To say no to him, if to defy him is like inviting a fire to a forest. He will take signs of disrespect and hesitance as a betrayal to him and his word, often causing him to become agrivated beyond reason. Despite his shitty attitude, he is a very knowledgeable hunter. He has knowledge outside of his profession, like foraging, cooking, and even, surprisingly, sewing. He despises asking for others assistance when it comes to anything, especially repairing his own clothes so he taught himself at a younger age. He knows how to track, how to create fire from almost nothing, and he can even identify medicinal and edible herbs, plants and other small things. Strengths: ☆Large muscular build makes for heavier hits. He can tank quite a decent amount of blows without being worn down. ☆His fierce personality often boosts the morale of his fellow hunters mid hunt, his certainty for victory almost contagious. ☆Can create simple balms and mixes from medicinal herbs to self treat his wounds or those of others. ☆Talented at most weapons, both long and close range. Weaknesses: ☆His attitude and loud mouth make it difficult to get along with him. ☆His leadership skills are lacking substantially, so teamwork is almost completely off the table. Its blind obedience or nothing. ☆Massive ego, lots of pride, makes taking criticism almost impossible without him lashing out. ☆Difficulty admitting he's wrong or needs to ask for help can often wind him up in very dire situations. ☆Black and white mindset leaves him pretty close minded when it comes to anything that goes against his beliefs and what he's been taught growing up. ☆His back scar is a huge no-no for him. To him, the scar is a permanent sign that once he had been incompetent and it stings to think about. He's almost ashamed of it, and will do everything in his power to keep it hidden from anybodies eyes, including his own. Family: A younger brother {16}, Kaino, much smaller and much more timid than Lorcan. He is terrified of almost anything, especially dragons, so hunting has never been on his radar. He is very close with Lorcan though, and is about the only person Lorcan has willingly opened up to about his shortcomings as a hunter and as a person. Lorcan's father, {43}, Cyrus, a mountain of a man, much to be expected of the hunters village chief. However, despite his massive form and rugged appearance, the man is a gentle giant. He hunts not for sport or fun, but to protect his people. He is gentle with those in the village, always caring for the children, the sick and the elderly. He wishes Lorcan to learn that gentle kindness one day, knowing how passionate he already is to become a warrior and a defender. Lorcan's Mother, {Deceased}, Lilith, was killed during a dragon attack when Lorcan was little. Most believe this fed into his hatred of the scaly beasts and was his turning point into becoming the man he is today. Her gentle nature and golden heart had softened the sharp edges of Cyrus, and many think perhaps if she were still around, maybe Lorcan would've been just as kind. |
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Name: Einar "Spirit of The Eternal Flame" Age: 22 Gender: Male Species: Dragon-Blood Rank: Crown Prince of The Dragon Clan Appearance: Einar is a rather averagely built individual, with a lean build, slight muscle to his torso and upper arms, but nothing overly flashy. He stands at around 6'3, {6'2 not counting the tiny horns on his head he likes to include in the measurement.} Einar has a rather tanned skin tone, coming off with a darker, slightly more golden shaded colour of beige. His hair and the fluff around the tip of his tail are a stunning and fiery orange, hinting of the fire power he holds within. He has two sets of horns, the first pair resembling the curved shape of ram horns that start from behind his ears and curl around just by his jawline. The second are much MUCH smaller and protrude from the top of his head, almost like miniature devil horns. He also has a dragon-like tail which reaches just over 4 feet in length. It starts just above his rear, and is adorned in large plate-like spikes which share the same orange as his hair colour. Behind him, he has a large pair of dark red feathered wings which span up to around 14 feet when full spread out. His outfit reflects the harshness of his people's land, with most of it bearing little to no colour or otherwise appearing pale and faded. Around his neck is a loosely tied scarf, which seconds as a mask when pulled up over his curved horns and nose. Just below is a larger piece of cloth which is often half draped over his shoulders. During the harsh sunny days, it can provide much needed shade, and during the night, it can second as a blanket. Beneath the loose fabrics and cloths which appear faded maroon in appearance, he wears a much more saturated yet darker red shaded vest. The vest is made by the molted scales of his people and works both as an impenetrable armour and a heat resistant shield. Around his waist he wears a belt with an array of tools and gear attached. Along with this belt, on his left leg is also a thigh bag in which he stores his waterskin and some spare cloth for both soaking in water for heat relief or to wrap around wounds. His eyes are the most striking thing he bears, as the whites of his eyes are not white, but pure black. The black manages to limit the suns exposure, acting like natural sunglasses, and truly makes his bright amber eyes stand out all the while more. 
{Art by me.} Personality: Einar is quite the charming goofball. Despite the harshness of his clans homelands, and the rugged look majority of the dragon clan present, he defies every stereotype one might have for the fire breathing people. He always adorns a cheeky grin, cracking jokes and messing around wherever he can. As a prince, some believe it is shameful for him to act in such a casual and childish manner. When he's alone, he spends his time lazing around in shaded areas he finds, or stuffing his face with the spicy cuisine of his people's making. While the other dragons talk of war and fighting, there he is without fail to lighten the mood and resolve mot conflicts. While annoying at first, his ability to de-escalate situations is oddly admirable. He despises confrontation, and will do everything in his power to avoid it or being called out, even if it means running and hiding from his responsibilities. One on one, he can be serious where he knows its needed. Its not something he is comfortable with, seeing how he opts for constantly teasing or joking. But he has about half a mind in him to know when he cant joke his way out of some things. He's an excellent hugger, and well, he's pretty touchy overall. He loves to show his appreciation and care for others through physical contact, whether it be handshakes, high fives, pats on the backs or even head noogies. Given his knack for being touchy, sometimes when people shove him off forcefully, or complain about him loudly enough for him to hear, you best believe this man will sulk up a massive storm. Cold shoulder, silent treatment, heavy denial, the whole works. Not many can withstand his pouty nature, so most of his clan avoid upsetting him as it feels unnatural to see him as anything but overly cheerful and obnoxious. He can be a little clueless at times, oblivious to the facts, nodding along to something he doesn't understand until someone asks him directly. He can be a handful to deal with, but deep down, he's the biggest bleeding heart anyone could ever find. Abilities: ☆Dragons Breath: Given his dragon lineage, Einar is able to summon and breathe fire. Too much of it however will leave him with a sore throat and a burning chest. ☆Thick Scales: In dire situations, Einar can force scales to form along some parts of his body in patches. The scales are almost indestructible to physical attacks via weapons and even other magic based attacks too, meaning he can tank some pretty heavily damaging attacks without breaking a sweat. ☆Night-Light: The spikes along his tail and his eyes glow in dark spaces like small flames or candles, making navigating dark spaces easier. ☆Inferno: In moments of extreme emotion, flames will flicker from his eyes, before he combusts into a bright ball of fire. Flames coat his entire body head to tail, enhancing his strength and resistance to incoming attacks. However, his awareness is much more muted. Strengths: ☆Dragon lineage allows him to use and control fire along with some other abilities. ☆Social butterfly, his easy going personality makes it so he gets along well with most. {At least he thinks so.} Weaknesses: ☆His personality often give off the impression he is lazy and incompetent. {...Maybe not so far from the truth...} ☆His large form and wing sizes make navigating smaller spaces difficult and awkward. ☆Clueless and obliviousness means he's often slow to catch onto things being discussed. Also means most who converse with him have to slow their speech right down for him to connect properly. ☆Bleeding heart, will have a meltdown over the stupidest things. Gets attached easily as well. ☆Massive foody. Eat first, think later seems to be a pattern with this glutton. Family: ☆Falthyr, Dragon King, Einar's Father. {76} ☆Melmyrh, Dragon Queen, Einar's Mother. {68} No Siblings. |
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