The Queens of Red and White: Closed

[Brazen Endeavors]

Ember. . Will shoot for having my sheet up soon. But you know the deal.  I'm out of state atm.

[Ember Star]

Ember. . Will shoot for having my sheet up soon. But you know the deal.  I'm out of state atm.

No worries and no rush :)

[Ember Star]

GM Announcement

We now need somebody to fill the role of general for white. Preferred race for the position would be elven. Filled! 

Also given the number of players we now have, I am now opening up a spot(s) for additional 1-2 dragons, preferring they be either rogue or for red since white already has two.

[Deamonbane]

I am interested in that role, if it is still open...

[Ember Star]

I am interested in that role, if it is still open...

It's not now that you're taking it

[HeavenAbove]

1-2 more dragons? 


If there is a second one available, I'd love a shot at it.

If so, is the gender ratio fairly even right now?

[Ember Star]

1-2 more dragons? 


If there is a second one available, I'd love a shot at it.

If so, is the gender ratio fairly even right now?

Go for it. If you have any questions about them, ask. And yes, I think it is, especially considering many of our characters are bi

[HeavenAbove]

Go for it. If you have any questions about them, ask. And yes, I think it is, especially considering many of our characters are bi

So should the dragon be aligned Red? or Rogue?

[Love And Submission]

Character's Name: Harley Sparks
Age: 25
Race:  Dragon

Kingdom:  Rogue
Rank: Ex-Gangster

Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual
O&O: See player O.O's

Powers/Abilities:

• Pyromancy:  It is clear from the way  flames dance along  the tips of his fingers , that Harley is quite the talented pyromancer.  The ability with which  Harley controls such a wild element is truly amazing.  With the snap of  his finger  , he can raze a village to the ground.  He can burn a man to ash with a simple shout from his  incendiary  mouth.
  
• Thick Skin:  Harley's skin is heavily calloused and immune to most swords and arrow. While normal in appearance , it  feels like smooth snake leather. Some even say it has a slight immunity to magic.
  
• Limited Flight:  Unlike most dragons , Harley can not fly for extended amounts of time or over long distances. He can get himself off the ground and hover for a few minutes but anything beyond that seems to be  difficult for him. Flight is also incredibly taxing on Harley physically and it is rare to see him to take to the skies.
  
  
  

Preferred Weapons:

• Fire Breath
  
• Fire Balls
  
• His Hands
  

Skills:

• Trained Hand To Hand Combatant
  
• Well Read
  
• Some Carpentry  skills
  
• Decent Chef
  
• Great Barber
  
• Vibrant Lover
  
• Lying
  
• Independently Wealthy
  

Written Appearance:  Disheveled black hair cover his head while a poorly groomed goatee covers his chin.  His eyes are a bright green and his teeth are sharp to a point. Unusually pale , His skin is as white as porcelain though the tips of his fingers are  the color of  coal. Harley is of average height and build.  He's somewhat muscular  and in decent shape.

Harley tends to dress well. He has no qualms about spending a bit of money to keep up with the latest fashions. His clothing is usually darkly colored however.

Personality: Harley  has never been courteous or kind. Even his closest friends  consider him a rotten bastard but despite that they also know he's the sort of man you can depend on. He doesn't follow orders nor will he live by the rules of any man but himself. Yet he's also trustworthy. If he finds you worthy of his affection and admiration , he will fight to death for you but his respect is earned and not given. While his eyes have turned cold from years of conflict , there is a small glimmer of regret in them  that shines under just the light . Perhaps showing that there is some remorse for his crimes deep within his dark cold dragon heart. 

History:
Life has always been hard for dragons. People have always wanted to fight the majestic firebreathers to show how tough and heroic they are. Brainwashed by old fables passed down by members of their races about great heroes who   defended  their village from the mighty dragon. Perhaps it was the constant combat with these men , that made Harley's father such a cruel man. He was a bastard , the kind of man who would beat his  wife because she hadn't made dinner early enough. Harley hated him and  from the time he was ten to the time he was fifteen , they fought constantly. Rarely did a week go by without either man busting the other open in a fit of rage. These vicious fights with his own father  were  the perfect grooming tool for  Harley's adulthood. When Harley was fifteen , he finally got sick and tired of watching  his father beat his mother and left  his family for good. As a homeless teen ,  Harley took to roughing up local businessmen for protection money. It wasn't that hard ,  most of them were scared of dragons anyway. A little spark on the end of your finger and you could get ten gold coins a week for life. Of course , the local criminal constituents weren't exactly ecstatic about a fifteen year old dragon moving in their territory  so they tried to kill him. They didn't succeed and he burned the  tavern they were running their business out of to the ground. Out of respect or perhaps fear , they decided that it would be easier and more beneficial to have a dragon on their side then to try and kill one.  From that moment on  whenever his employers needed a building torched or someone to intimidate a mouthy politician , Harley was the man they went to. It wasn't a life to be proud of but it was a good life. There was  easy accessibility to money , women and ale. What else could a young dragon ask for?


Unfortunately for Harley he would eventually fall in a love with a fair maiden. She was a kind and gentle person. She showed Harley the  things he had rarely seen in life like compassion and empathy. She died less then a year after they met. After that , Harley was never the same man.  He left the criminal empire that had made him wealthy and powerful and built a  cabin deep in the  dark Forrest. He was content to live in his cabin alone until one day a group of men came to his home. At first he was filled with anger at their appearance. He had watched his father fight so many men who came to make their name by slaying a dragon and he   himself had fought  many with the same attention but these men were different. They did not come with swords and bows , they came to him out of fear. Not because they were scared of him but because they were scared of someone else. They said that their king had been killed by wicked woman and that they thought a dragon could protect their land from this miserable woman and her army. Harley told them to leave but his heart wanted them to stay. His heart wanted to help- these men for some unknown.  Perhaps to show the kindness that his long lost lover showed him when she was alive or perhaps because they offered him someone to strike at in anger of his former flame's demise.

[Ember Star]

So should the dragon be aligned Red? or Rogue?

Whichever you want.

[Ember Star]

Character's Name: Harley Sparks
Age: 25
Race:  Dragon

Kingdom:  Rogue
Rank: Ex-Gangster

Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual
O&O: See player O.O's

Powers/Abilities:

• Pyromancy:  It is clear from the way  flames dance along  the tips of his fingers , that Harley is quite the talented pyromancer.  The ability with which  Harley controls such a wild element is truly amazing.  With the snap of  his finger  , he can raze a village to the ground.  He can burn a man to ash with a simple shout from his  incendiary  mouth.
  
• Thick Skin:  Harley's skin is heavily calloused and immune to most swords and arrow. While normal in appearance , it  feels like smooth snake leather. Some even say it has a slight immunity to magic.
  
• Limited Flight:  Unlike most dragons , Harley can not fly for extended amounts of time or over long distances. He can get himself off the ground and hover for a few minutes but anything beyond that seems to be  difficult for him. Flight is also incredibly taxing on Harley physically and it is rare to see him to take to the skies.
  
  
  

Preferred Weapons:

• Fire Breath
  
• Fire Balls
  
• His Hands
  

Skills:

• Trained Hand To Hand Combatant
  
• Well Read
  
• Some Carpentry  skills
  
• Decent Chef
  
• Great Barber
  
• Vibrant Lover
  
• Lying
  
• Independently Wealthy
  

Written Appearance:  Disheveled black hair cover his head while a poorly groomed goatee covers his chin.  His eyes are a bright green and his teeth are sharp to a point. Unusually pale , His skin is as white as porcelain though the tips of his fingers are  the color of  coal. Harley is of average height and build.  He's somewhat muscular  and in decent shape.

Harley tends to dress well. He has no qualms about spending a bit of money to keep up with the latest fashions. His clothing is usually darkly colored however.

Personality: Harley  has never been courteous or kind. Even his closest friends  consider him a rotten bastard but despite that they also know he's the sort of man you can depend on. He doesn't follow orders nor will he live by the rules of any man but himself. Yet he's also trustworthy. If he finds you worthy of his affection and admiration , he will fight to death for you but his respect is earned and not given. While his eyes have turned cold from years of conflict , there is a small glimmer of regret in them  that shines under just the light . Perhaps showing that there is some remorse for his crimes deep within his dark cold dragon heart. 

History:
Life has always been hard for dragons. People have always wanted to fight the majestic firebreathers to show how tough and heroic they are. Brainwashed by old fables passed down by members of their races about great heroes who   defended  their village from the mighty dragon. Perhaps it was the constant combat with these men , that made Harley's father such a cruel man. He was a bastard , the kind of man who would beat his  wife because she hadn't made dinner early enough. Harley hated him and  from the time he was ten to the time he was fifteen , they fought constantly. Rarely did a week go by without either man busting the other open in a fit of rage. These vicious fights with his own father  were  the perfect grooming tool for  Harley's adulthood. When Harley was fifteen , he finally got sick and tired of watching  his father beat his mother and left  his family for good. As a homeless teen ,  Harley took to roughing up local businessmen for protection money. It wasn't that hard ,  most of them were scared of dragons anyway. A little spark on the end of your finger and you could get ten gold coins a week for life. Of course , the local criminal constituents weren't exactly ecstatic about a fifteen year old dragon moving in their territory  so they tried to kill him. They didn't succeed and he burned the  tavern they were running their business out of to the ground. Out of respect or perhaps fear , they decided that it would be easier and more beneficial to have a dragon on their side then to try and kill one.  From that moment on  whenever his employers needed a building torched or someone to intimidate a mouthy politician , Harley was the man they went to. It wasn't a life to be proud of but it was a good life. There was  easy accessibility to money , women and ale. What else could a young dragon ask for?


Unfortunately for Harley he would eventually fall in a love with a fair maiden. She was a kind and gentle person. She showed Harley the  things he had rarely seen in life like compassion and empathy. She died less then a year after they met. After that , Harley was never the same man.  He left the criminal empire that had made him wealthy and powerful and built a  cabin deep in the  dark Forrest. He was content to live in his cabin alone until one day a group of men came to his home. At first he was filled with anger at their appearance. He had watched his father fight so many men who came to make their name by slaying a dragon and he   himself had fought  many with the same attention but these men were different. They did not come with swords and bows , they came to him out of fear. Not because they were scared of him but because they were scared of someone else. They said that their king had been killed by wicked woman and that they thought a dragon could protect their land from this miserable woman and her army. Harley told them to leave but his heart wanted them to stay. His heart wanted to help- these men for some unknown.  Perhaps to show the kindness that his long lost lover showed him when she was alive or perhaps because they offered him someone to strike at in anger of his former flame's demise.

Okay, several issues here.

1) race is draconian, not simply dragon. Though they are called simply dragons by most.

2) the term "gangster" didn't exist in medieval times. "Barbarian" would be more accurate term, I believe.

3) you didn't describe his dragon and half dragon forms.

4) dragons are a free race from the mountains. It's unlikely that one would be born and raised outside of the mountains without good reason.

[HeavenAbove]

Character's Name: Kiera
Age: 26
Race: Draconian

Kingdom: Rogue (can change to red if needed)
Rank: Gatherer

Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
O&O: If with a man, she needs someone who is dominant and isn’t afraid to get rough with her. She will occasional take control if she is with a man. If with a woman, she could go either way. She is into bondage (of all levels), D/s, Anal, Oral. She loves the idea of romance, but has never truly experienced it. She can be very vocal when it comes to sex and she loves to beg which is unusual despite her true aggressive nature. Choking and squirting.

Powers/Abilities:
When in human form, she possesses a higher level of strength. Very agile and light on her feet, Kiera will often wait for her opponent to strike with a harder/deadlier blow before seeing an opening she can use to attack. She can manipulate fire to a small extent while she walks in her human form. Though her power lay within her hybrid form and true dragon form.

When in hybrid form, she can control fire much easier. Breathing fire from her mouth, and also pushing it from her hands. She can either sprout smaller wings that equal an eight foot span, or she can walk with no wings present. She can also bite with a few select razor sharp teeth that extend to give a more dangerous appearance. Her strength increases nearly double that of her human form while she is in this form. Though she loses some of her agility due to her skin forming into tough but beautiful blue scales in various places on her body that act like reinforced armor.

When in dragon form, she grows into a giant winged beast that is capable of great destruction. The change takes a great toll on Kiera and it requires a lot of energy and a clear mind to do so. While in dragon form she can shoot large flames from her maw that are capable of setting large buildings ablaze with one shot. Her skin completely changes into that of tough blue scales that are nearly impenetrable by most types of common metal. Her giant claws are capable of ripping nearly anything to shreds easily. She can also crush more feeble creatures with the weight of her legs and large feet.

Preferred Weapons: Kiera has two different blades that she carries with her at all times. She has been trained in several types of weapons but excels in a more close combat setting. Both of her daggers have been passed down to her from her family. They have a long history with the surrounding land, dating all the way back to the dragon wars in the past. She keeps one blade on the backside of her waist where she can easily access it with the reach of her hand. Grace is very deadly and light within her grasp. She wields it as though it is a true extension of herself. While Whisper is sheathed and strapped down to her left leg just above her boot. It’s equally as deadly and it is said to hold a gorgeous sapphire within the hilt. Kiera cleans both daggers regularly and guards them with her life.

Skills:
Close combat
Breathing/controlling fire
Seduction
Deceit
Manipulation
Reading/deciphering various languages




Written Appearance:
Kiera is quite beautiful in her human form, standing near five foot nine inches, she is a little on the taller side. Her smooth brunette hair falls just below her shoulders, a contrast to the somewhat pale skin tone that covers her entire body. She has bright blue eyes that are very noticeable. One of the first things many notice about her when meeting her. Soft pink lips and slender brows are other enticing features she possesses. She maintains a very slender/toned physique, living off of the land wherever she can. She doesn’t overindulge in food. She knows that she has to eat enough to maintain her strength. With most of her kind being hunted and killed toward extinction, she knows she has to be on top of her game at all times. She wears simple clothing that allows her to move freely when fighting. She owns very little clothing, and nothing fancy that a proper lady would own or wear such as a dress. She tends to keep her hair up in a ponytail or a braid of some kind.

She still retains a lot of her beauty in her hybrid form, though she seems to grow a few more inches in height. Maybe it’s an illusion on the eyes? She can either push into her hybrid form and have wings or no wings, depending on what she wants. She can bring scales across parts of her body at will, they are as blue as the oceans. Several sharp teeth line her mouth, and a few scales are pushed up across the bridge of her nose and up above her brow across her forehead. Horns poke out near the temples on her head but aren’t very long. Claws can push from her hands like long black fingernails. She looks fairly intimidating in hybrid form, though still retains a lot of her feminine beauty that she has as a human. Her eyes also tend to glow or burn bright blue in the iris.

Her true dragon form is certainly awe-inspiring. She grows significantly bigger, pushing far past the tree line of the dark forest. Her wingspan is large, nearly that of the size of a large boat. Skin forms into light and dark hues of blue along with scales that run the length of her back all the way from the tip of her tail to her forehead. She is her strongest in this form and tends to only use this form if absolutely necessary. She knows that dragons are still being hunted and isn’t likely to push this transformation for just any reason.

Dragon Form


Personality:
Kiera is aggressive and spunky. She knows how to defend herself so it’s best not to try and attack her head on. She is witty and determined, so you have to have a mind like hers in order to get under her skin. She loves a challenge and isn’t afraid to take control. Her temper sometimes gets the best of her, and when that happens, it’s usually the opening you need to find her vulnerabilities. She can be quite the charmer when she wants, though it’s rare. She isn’t very trusting of anyone and has lived alone for years. Though when you do have her friendship, she is loyal to the very end. She will protect those who she cares deeply for without hesitation. She is always reluctant to fight, but that doesn’t mean she won’t defend herself.

History:

Her recent history can all be attributed to bad luck, or possibly fate, who knows. Kiera was taken away by her family in order to go into hiding as her family was being hunted down and slaughtered for many reasons. She has grown up with the knowledge that she should never turn away from her true heritage. That the Draconians were a proud race. Everyone embraced their true nature and for the longest time they managed to find peace and co-exist with the other races who lived all over the lands. It was tough to leave her family behind, but facing the reality of death or survival, she opted for the latter.

She found sanctuary within the forest. Even though it was filled with despicable creatures of all kinds, she quickly reminded other races that she was not to be trifled with. She lives a very solitary life while trying to stay in tune with nature as much as possible. She first lived in the mouth of an abandoned cave for months until she started to build a home of her own slowly. It’s not much, mostly branches and clay that are molded together tied up with string and cloth. It’s a roof that she can sleep under, with a small fire pit right outside.

Recently, she has heard echoes, words of war spreading throughout the forest. Kiera has remained neutral with the conflict between the queens, despite knowing that she should probably choose a side. She has considered moving her home deeper into the forest where only the darker and more dangerous creatures dwell. If it comes down to it, she will do what she must to survive, even if it means picking a side in the coming days. She simply wants to live her days out in peace, but that seems unlikely to happen.

[Love And Submission]

Okay, several issues here.

1) race is draconian, not simply dragon. Though they are called simply dragons by most.

2) the term "gangster" didn't exist in medieval times. "Barbarian" would be more accurate term, I believe.

3) you didn't describe his dragon and half dragon forms.

4) dragons are a free race from the mountains. It's unlikely that one would be born and raised outside of the mountains without good reason.

editing now.

[Love And Submission]

Character's Name: Harley Sparks
Age: 25
Race:  Draconian

Kingdom:  Rogue
Rank: Ex- Barbarian

Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual
O&O: See player O.O's

Powers/Abilities:

• Pyromancy:  It is clear from the way  flames dance along  the tips of his fingers , that Harley is quite the talented pyromancer.  The ability with which  Harley controls such a wild element is truly amazing.  With the snap of  his finger  , he can raze a village to the ground.  He can burn a man to ash with a simple shout from his  incendiary  mouth.
  
• Thick Skin:  Harley's skin is heavily calloused and immune to most swords and arrow. While normal in appearance , it  feels like smooth snake leather. Some even say it has a slight immunity to magic.
  
• Limited Flight:  Unlike most dragons , Harley can not fly for extended amounts of time or over long distances. He can get himself off the ground and hover for a few minutes but anything beyond that seems to be  difficult for him. Flight is also incredibly taxing on Harley physically and it is rare to see him to take to the skies.
  
  
  

Preferred Weapons:

• Fire Breath
  
• Fire Balls
  
• His Hands
  

Skills:

• Trained Hand To Hand Combatant
  
• Well Read
  
• Some Carpentry  skills
  
• Decent Chef
  
• Great Barber
  
• Vibrant Lover
  
• Lying
  
• Independently Wealthy
  

Written Appearance:   Disheveled black hair cover his head while a poorly groomed goatee covers his chin.  His eyes are a bright green and his teeth are sharp to a point. Unusually pale , His skin is as white as porcelain though the tips of his fingers are  the color of  coal. Harley is of average height and build.  He's somewhat muscular  and in decent shape

Harley tends to dress well. He has no qualms about spending a bit of money to keep up with the latest fashions. His clothing is usually darkly colored however.

In his Hybrid Form  Harley grows much taller. He stands at intimidating Six Foot  Six.  His muscles grow larger and  his normally emerald eyes turn  to a crimson red. Plums of smoke trickle out from his flared nostrils as saliva  drips  from long knife like teeth. His nails grow long and black. They're so sharp in this form, that light glistens off them like a sharp blade. One of the more unusual aspects of Harley's hybrid from is his tongue. It grows long and   splits into a fork at the end. This causes him to speak with a spine rattling hiss when in this form.

His Dragon form is as one would expect Harley's most notable. A long muscular tail  grows from his backside.  The  six foot tail is  a solid piece of muscle that can cut through the air like a whip. His wings are  short however. Their  shortened statue allowing  a bit more maneuverability  in the air then his race's typical larger counterparts. Beyond the tail and wings , Hardened scales cover Harley's large  statue in this form.  He stands as large as a house here and his stiff scales are a woven mixture of maroon and obsidian black. His hands and feet are claws in this form and their sharp nails dig deep into the ground beneath him. His legs are as thick as oak and the ground rumbles with each of his mighty steps. His voice is much deeper in this form and the ominous hiss of his hybrid form is replaced with a constant growl.



Personality: Harley  has never been courteous or kind. Even his closest friends  consider him a rotten bastard but despite that they also know he's the sort of man you can depend on. He doesn't follow orders nor will he live by the rules of any man but himself. Yet he's also trustworthy. If he finds you worthy of his affection and admiration , he will fight to death for you but his respect is earned and not given. While his eyes have turned cold from years of conflict , there is a small glimmer of regret in them  that shines under just the light . Perhaps showing that there is some remorse for his crimes deep within his dark cold dragon heart. 

History: Harley was raised in the isolated mountains the draconian race calls home.  While he enjoyed the culture of his people and the safety of their home. Its remote nature   however was an annoyance to the young Harley. The stories  his people told  of distant lands that was home  to a wide array of other species captivated and enthralled the young dragon's imagination.  Harley's childhood consisted of  dreaming  of leaving his safe and boring home in the mountains for the rugged and somewhat dangerous outside. He would realize that dream in his late teens when he would run away from his  ancestral home in the mountains. Harley enjoyed his solitary mountain  upbringing but it's small draconian community was far to compact to house a wild spirit like Harley.


Harley found  living away from the mountains hard at first.  He didn't exactly have  a lot of  connections  in this new land so he found it difficult  to find. Perhaps out of desperation , Harley took to roughing up local businessmen for protection money. It wasn't that hard ,  most of them were scared of dragons anyway. A little spark on the end of your finger and you could get ten gold coins a week for life. Of course , the local criminal constituents weren't exactly ecstatic about a fifteen year old dragon moving in their territory  so they tried to kill him. They didn't succeed and he burned the  tavern they were running their business out of to the ground. Out of respect or perhaps fear , they decided that it would be easier and more beneficial to have a dragon on their side then to try and kill one.  From that moment on  whenever his employers needed a building torched or someone to intimidate a mouthy politician , Harley was the man they went to. It wasn't a life to be proud of but it was a good life. There was  easy accessibility to money , women and ale. What else could a young dragon ask for?


Unfortunately for Harley he would eventually fall in a love with a fair maiden. She was a kind and gentle person. She showed Harley the  things he had rarely seen in life like compassion and empathy. She died less then a year after they met. After that , Harley was never the same man.  He left the criminal empire that had made him wealthy and powerful and built a  cabin deep in the  dark Forrest. He was content to live in his cabin alone until one day a group of men came to his home. At first he was filled with anger at their appearance. He had watched his father fight so many men who came to make their name by slaying a dragon and he   himself had fought  many with the same attention but these men were different. They did not come with swords and bows , they came to him out of fear. Not because they were scared of him but because they were scared of someone else. They said that their king had been killed by wicked woman and that they thought a dragon could protect their land from this miserable woman and her army. Harley told them to leave but his heart wanted them to stay. His heart wanted to help- these men for some unknown.  Perhaps to show the kindness that his long lost lover showed him when she was alive or perhaps because they offered him someone to strike at in anger of his former flame's demise.

[Ember Star]

Character's Name: Kiera
Age: 26
Race: Draconian

Kingdom: Rogue (can change to red if needed)
Rank: Gatherer

Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
O&O: If with a man, she needs someone who is dominant and isn’t afraid to get rough with her. She will occasional take control if she is with a man. If with a woman, she could go either way. She is into bondage (of all levels), D/s, Anal, Oral. She loves the idea of romance, but has never truly experienced it. She can be very vocal when it comes to sex and she loves to beg which is unusual despite her true aggressive nature. Choking and squirting.

Powers/Abilities:
When in human form, she possesses a higher level of strength. Very agile and light on her feet, Kiera will often wait for her opponent to strike with a harder/deadlier blow before seeing an opening she can use to attack. She can manipulate fire to a small extent while she walks in her human form. Though her power lay within her hybrid form and true dragon form.

When in hybrid form, she can control fire much easier. Breathing fire from her mouth, and also pushing it from her hands. She can either sprout smaller wings that equal an eight foot span, or she can walk with no wings present. She can also bite with a few select razor sharp teeth that extend to give a more dangerous appearance. Her strength increases nearly double that of her human form while she is in this form. Though she loses some of her agility due to her skin forming into tough but beautiful blue scales in various places on her body that act like reinforced armor.

When in dragon form, she grows into a giant winged beast that is capable of great destruction. The change takes a great toll on Kiera and it requires a lot of energy and a clear mind to do so. While in dragon form she can shoot large flames from her maw that are capable of setting large buildings ablaze with one shot. Her skin completely changes into that of tough blue scales that are nearly impenetrable by most types of common metal. Her giant claws are capable of ripping nearly anything to shreds easily. She can also crush more feeble creatures with the weight of her legs and large feet.

Preferred Weapons: Kiera has two different blades that she carries with her at all times. She has been trained in several types of weapons but excels in a more close combat setting. Both of her daggers have been passed down to her from her family. They have a long history with the surrounding land, dating all the way back to the dragon wars in the past. She keeps one blade on the backside of her waist where she can easily access it with the reach of her hand. Grace is very deadly and light within her grasp. She wields it as though it is a true extension of herself. While Whisper is sheathed and strapped down to her left leg just above her boot. It’s equally as deadly and it is said to hold a gorgeous sapphire within the hilt. Kiera cleans both daggers regularly and guards them with her life.

Skills:
Close combat
Breathing/controlling fire
Seduction
Deceit
Manipulation
Reading/deciphering various languages




Written Appearance:
Kiera is quite beautiful in her human form, standing near five foot nine inches, she is a little on the taller side. Her smooth brunette hair falls just below her shoulders, a contrast to the somewhat pale skin tone that covers her entire body. She has bright blue eyes that are very noticeable. One of the first things many notice about her when meeting her. Soft pink lips and slender brows are other enticing features she possesses. She maintains a very slender/toned physique, living off of the land wherever she can. She doesn’t overindulge in food. She knows that she has to eat enough to maintain her strength. With most of her kind being hunted and killed toward extinction, she knows she has to be on top of her game at all times. She wears simple clothing that allows her to move freely when fighting. She owns very little clothing, and nothing fancy that a proper lady would own or wear such as a dress. She tends to keep her hair up in a ponytail or a braid of some kind.

She still retains a lot of her beauty in her hybrid form, though she seems to grow a few more inches in height. Maybe it’s an illusion on the eyes? She can either push into her hybrid form and have wings or no wings, depending on what she wants. She can bring scales across parts of her body at will, they are as blue as the oceans. Several sharp teeth line her mouth, and a few scales are pushed up across the bridge of her nose and up above her brow across her forehead. Horns poke out near the temples on her head but aren’t very long. Claws can push from her hands like long black fingernails. She looks fairly intimidating in hybrid form, though still retains a lot of her feminine beauty that she has as a human. Her eyes also tend to glow or burn bright blue in the iris.

Her true dragon form is certainly awe-inspiring. She grows significantly bigger, pushing far past the tree line of the dark forest. Her wingspan is large, nearly that of the size of a large boat. Skin forms into light and dark hues of blue along with scales that run the length of her back all the way from the tip of her tail to her forehead. She is her strongest in this form and tends to only use this form if absolutely necessary. She knows that dragons are still being hunted and isn’t likely to push this transformation for just any reason.

Dragon Form


Personality:
Kiera is aggressive and spunky. She knows how to defend herself so it’s best not to try and attack her head on. She is witty and determined, so you have to have a mind like hers in order to get under her skin. She loves a challenge and isn’t afraid to take control. Her temper sometimes gets the best of her, and when that happens, it’s usually the opening you need to find her vulnerabilities. She can be quite the charmer when she wants, though it’s rare. She isn’t very trusting of anyone and has lived alone for years. Though when you do have her friendship, she is loyal to the very end. She will protect those who she cares deeply for without hesitation. She is always reluctant to fight, but that doesn’t mean she won’t defend herself.

History:

Her recent history can all be attributed to bad luck, or possibly fate, who knows. Kiera was taken away by her family in order to go into hiding as her family was being hunted down and slaughtered for many reasons. She has grown up with the knowledge that she should never turn away from her true heritage. That the Draconians were a proud race. Everyone embraced their true nature and for the longest time they managed to find peace and co-exist with the other races who lived all over the lands. It was tough to leave her family behind, but facing the reality of death or survival, she opted for the latter.

She found sanctuary within the forest. Even though it was filled with despicable creatures of all kinds, she quickly reminded other races that she was not to be trifled with. She lives a very solitary life while trying to stay in tune with nature as much as possible. She first lived in the mouth of an abandoned cave for months until she started to build a home of her own slowly. It’s not much, mostly branches and clay that are molded together tied up with string and cloth. It’s a roof that she can sleep under, with a small fire pit right outside.

Recently, she has heard echoes, words of war spreading throughout the forest. Kiera has remained neutral with the conflict between the queens, despite knowing that she should probably choose a side. She has considered moving her home deeper into the forest where only the darker and more dangerous creatures dwell. If it comes down to it, she will do what she must to survive, even if it means picking a side in the coming days. She simply wants to live her days out in peace, but that seems unlikely to happen.

She's approved. You can move her to the character thread :)

[Ember Star]

Character's Name: Harley Sparks
Age: 25
Race:  Draconian

Kingdom:  Rogue
Rank: Ex- Barbarian

Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual
O&O: See player O.O's

Powers/Abilities:

• Pyromancy:  It is clear from the way  flames dance along  the tips of his fingers , that Harley is quite the talented pyromancer.  The ability with which  Harley controls such a wild element is truly amazing.  With the snap of  his finger  , he can raze a village to the ground.  He can burn a man to ash with a simple shout from his  incendiary  mouth.
  
• Thick Skin:  Harley's skin is heavily calloused and immune to most swords and arrow. While normal in appearance , it  feels like smooth snake leather. Some even say it has a slight immunity to magic.
  
• Limited Flight:  Unlike most dragons , Harley can not fly for extended amounts of time or over long distances. He can get himself off the ground and hover for a few minutes but anything beyond that seems to be  difficult for him. Flight is also incredibly taxing on Harley physically and it is rare to see him to take to the skies.
  
  
  

Preferred Weapons:

• Fire Breath
  
• Fire Balls
  
• His Hands
  

Skills:

• Trained Hand To Hand Combatant
  
• Well Read
  
• Some Carpentry  skills
  
• Decent Chef
  
• Great Barber
  
• Vibrant Lover
  
• Lying
  
• Independently Wealthy
  

Written Appearance:   Disheveled black hair cover his head while a poorly groomed goatee covers his chin.  His eyes are a bright green and his teeth are sharp to a point. Unusually pale , His skin is as white as porcelain though the tips of his fingers are  the color of  coal. Harley is of average height and build.  He's somewhat muscular  and in decent shape

Harley tends to dress well. He has no qualms about spending a bit of money to keep up with the latest fashions. His clothing is usually darkly colored however.

In his Hybrid Form  Harley grows much taller. He stands at intimidating Six Foot  Six.  His muscles grow larger and  his normally emerald eyes turn  to a crimson red. Plums of smoke trickle out from his flared nostrils as saliva  drips  from long knife like teeth. His nails grow long and black. They're so sharp in this form, that light glistens off them like a sharp blade. One of the more unusual aspects of Harley's hybrid from is his tongue. It grows long and   splits into a fork at the end. This causes him to speak with a spine rattling hiss when in this form.

His Dragon form is as one would expect Harley's most notable. A long muscular tail  grows from his backside.  The  six foot tail is  a solid piece of muscle that can cut through the air like a whip. His wings are  short however. Their  shortened statue allowing  a bit more maneuverability  in the air then his race's typical larger counterparts. Beyond the tail and wings , Hardened scales cover Harley's large  statue in this form.  He stands as large as a house here and his stiff scales are a woven mixture of maroon and obsidian black. His hands and feet are claws in this form and their sharp nails dig deep into the ground beneath him. His legs are as thick as oak and the ground rumbles with each of his mighty steps. His voice is much deeper in this form and the ominous hiss of his hybrid form is replaced with a constant growl.



Personality: Harley  has never been courteous or kind. Even his closest friends  consider him a rotten bastard but despite that they also know he's the sort of man you can depend on. He doesn't follow orders nor will he live by the rules of any man but himself. Yet he's also trustworthy. If he finds you worthy of his affection and admiration , he will fight to death for you but his respect is earned and not given. While his eyes have turned cold from years of conflict , there is a small glimmer of regret in them  that shines under just the light . Perhaps showing that there is some remorse for his crimes deep within his dark cold dragon heart. 

History: Harley was raised in the isolated mountains the draconian race calls home.  While he enjoyed the culture of his people and the safety of their home. Its remote nature   however was an annoyance to the young Harley. The stories  his people told  of distant lands that was home  to a wide array of other species captivated and enthralled the young dragon's imagination.  Harley's childhood consisted of  dreaming  of leaving his safe and boring home in the mountains for the rugged and somewhat dangerous outside. He would realize that dream in his late teens when he would run away from his  ancestral home in the mountains. Harley enjoyed his solitary mountain  upbringing but it's small draconian community was far to compact to house a wild spirit like Harley.


Harley found  living away from the mountains hard at first.  He didn't exactly have  a lot of  connections  in this new land so he found it difficult  to find. Perhaps out of desperation , Harley took to roughing up local businessmen for protection money. It wasn't that hard ,  most of them were scared of dragons anyway. A little spark on the end of your finger and you could get ten gold coins a week for life. Of course , the local criminal constituents weren't exactly ecstatic about a fifteen year old dragon moving in their territory  so they tried to kill him. They didn't succeed and he burned the  tavern they were running their business out of to the ground. Out of respect or perhaps fear , they decided that it would be easier and more beneficial to have a dragon on their side then to try and kill one.  From that moment on  whenever his employers needed a building torched or someone to intimidate a mouthy politician , Harley was the man they went to. It wasn't a life to be proud of but it was a good life. There was  easy accessibility to money , women and ale. What else could a young dragon ask for?


Unfortunately for Harley he would eventually fall in a love with a fair maiden. She was a kind and gentle person. She showed Harley the  things he had rarely seen in life like compassion and empathy. She died less then a year after they met. After that , Harley was never the same man.  He left the criminal empire that had made him wealthy and powerful and built a  cabin deep in the  dark Forrest. He was content to live in his cabin alone until one day a group of men came to his home. At first he was filled with anger at their appearance. He had watched his father fight so many men who came to make their name by slaying a dragon and he   himself had fought  many with the same attention but these men were different. They did not come with swords and bows , they came to him out of fear. Not because they were scared of him but because they were scared of someone else. They said that their king had been killed by wicked woman and that they thought a dragon could protect their land from this miserable woman and her army. Harley told them to leave but his heart wanted them to stay. His heart wanted to help- these men for some unknown.  Perhaps to show the kindness that his long lost lover showed him when she was alive or perhaps because they offered him someone to strike at in anger of his former flame's demise.

Same with him except that picture is much too large. Replace it with this chopped image (which is also the proper size for your post header)
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Then place this code at the bottom of his written appearance to link people to the whole picture.

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[Rukio]

Sorry if my post is a little short. I'm blocked. I just wanted to get it moving again.

[Chaosfox]

Ok working on post right now. Again sorry for the delay >.<

[DartimusRae]

there are no humans period regardless of what they're called. Elves replace humans in the usual roles they'd fill. .

The curse redo will have to be run pass Ghetto.

And dang it, that means I need a general. Thought you were gonna do it which is why I stopped recruiting for the position. That's okay, though. I'll just put out a recruiting call for one. Maybe somebody I know wants it...

alright, i'll wait to edit until after i hear from Ghetto. gotta give it this, it's unique and creative, yes?

[Brazen Endeavors]

Character's Name: Ceanothus
Age: Unknown, over 5000 years.
Race: Demi-fey

Kingdom: White Kingdom
Rank:  Queen’s Bodyguard

Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual
O&O: Given inhuman natures and racial preferences, Ceanothus enjoys the taste of blood for both nourishment and sex.  She also has a preference for retaining her smaller form through most acts.  (For more extensive O&O, please refer to my own.)

Powers/Abilities:

Racial Talents: 

• Size manipulation:  The demi-fey are capable of changing their sizes from inches tall to something more ‘human’ sized.   
• Healing:  In a limited scope, Ceanothus may heal moderate wounds.
• Glamour:  Considered a specialty among the fae/sidhe, the demi-fey enjoy glamour of astounding proportions.  Illusions of sight, smell, taste, hearing, and even touch are possible with little chance to dispel them without strong magic or proper precautions taken. 
• Oath-bound:  The fey never lie, and will not tolerate lies.  This power is a double-edged sword, punishing the fae all the more severely.  Called oath-breakers invite misfortune unless they make amends to the offended. 

Personal talents:

• Bloom: With the element of nature strong inside her, Ceanothus has minor power over plants to call their greenery or make them bloom. 

Preferred Weapons:  “Bloom” Naginata – An enchanted weapon gifted by the now deceased King.  It’s size will always directly correlate with Cean’s own, growing or decreasing with her size.  Folded steel is knapped to elongated hilt fitted to her delicate grasp, polished to a high black sheen.  Ornamentation is kept only to crossguard, shaped into golden wings and holding, just beneath, a shimmering orb of polished tanzanite.

Skills:

• Proficient in blades, though her preference is for the Naginata alone. 
  
• Gardening.
• Baking.
• Singing.
• Weaving.
• Storytelling.

Written Appearance: In most instances, Cean prefers to remain in her ‘true’ form at a mere 14 inches of height.  When fully sized, she may stand up to five feet, six inches.  Even without glamour, her hair gleams as if spun of rubies.  Her eyes are a brilliant blue-gray, as if a piece of the sky where dawn met dusk was forever captures in her gaze.  Milky flesh contains a pearlescent gleam, something otherworldly and enchanted.  Preference of garb runs to silks diaphanous and gauzy, barely hiding her diminutive figure from curious eyes.  It also allows for the spread of wings protruding from her backside.  Above is a pale velvety gray, though beneath lies a profusion of colors in crimson with tracing of blue veins in distinctive patterns.  Eye spots are pale lilac, smaller atop.  In truth, it is difficult to make out the pattern of her wings, for though they have a butterfly appearance, they buzz more like a bee’s in haste to keep her greater weight aloft when in flight.  Along right calf is a tattoo of her namesake, dripping blooms of blues and lavenders amidst dark green of leaves.

Personality: Outwardly, the dainty fae embodies her race to perfection.  Strikingly beautiful in appearance, giggling and flighty, perhaps a little petulant, she seems to do little more than flit about the castle and gardens.  Her penchant for sweets is a well-known staple, and in fact a need considering the energy used in her smaller state.  She thrives on touch, often seeking a hand or shoulder to perch on.  Oft one might find her peddling her innocent charms to cadge a bit of sweets, nectar, or – if the desires of her kind grow too strong – a bit of blood.

Beneath of veneer of guise lies every bit of proof that she has lived longer and seen more than most of her contemporaries.  Such sharpness hidden beneath aloof façade is why she was named the Queen’s Bodyguard, and charged with her protection.  Few had seen the fierceness that lurks beneath, the precision of her blows when the smile leaves berry ripeness of lips. 

History: Once, millennia ago, courts of fae abounded through the lands.  It was said that the demi-fey were the root of all magic, the predecessors and true holders of infinite power.  They forged the kingdoms through the benevolence of the Goddess, and from there her powers fractured to inhabit others of the realm – the mighty werewolves, the stealthy cat sidhe, even the night dwellers.  But, most especially, the favored magic wielders soon gifted with kingdoms in the world above the sithens.

Ceanothus cared little about the kingdoms forged and lost through blood and marriage.  She cared, for many years, only about her own sithen.  Her own underground kingdom and its queen, fair Nicevan, were her only world.  “Beyond” existed without consequence, save for the Wardings that happened at times when encroaching populace combined with and bloodshed, until the fey were forced to seal parts of their greater powers away in order to restore harmony and balance to the lands.

The last of these Wardings occurred some two thousand years ago.

What happened before these times is hardly discussed, considered rude by other fae who would rather forget what they had lost.  It was at this time that Ceanothus took her chosen and final name, swayed heavily by the blossoms she favored.  She had a particular fondness for the subtly scented flower, and among many of her brethren it was considered her signature bloom.  Her choice was rewarded by the Goddess, resulting in the mark of namesake upon her leg.

The passage of years was felt within the sithen and without.  With drastic drop of power and a sudden urge to sequester themselves, the demi-fey were largely forgotten in the world, until their portrayal was a mockery of its former self.  They were things of fairy tales and legends, merry little people, or impish at best.  Inside the walls of the sithen, Queen Nicevan sank to levels of depravity unseen.  Her once golden court was painted red in the blood of the torture.  The demi-fey grew to love the taste of blood and darker things, dispatched oft to stain their tiny mouths in a mass feeding.  Even Ceanothus felt these darker urges and indulged frequently, though the voice of the Goddess sounded lesser in her ear.  The blades she had learned for years in the great wars of yesteryear became greater companions, used for pleasure more than necessity.

The tales are numerous, indeed, but similar for many a year.  When her people were a mere memory, tragedy struck her far from their aid.  Foolishly alone and drunk on the nectars of plentiful spring, Ceanothus rolled within the pollens until she was lazed, content, heavy-lidded and still.  Her indulgence took her far from the sithens, into the joyous wood of the White Kingdom.  The territory was favored for its profusion of flowers.

So very foolish she was, especially when the brittle hands of a crone seized her, cackling delight.  Before the tiny demi-fey could react, the crone’s cold iron bracelet was wrapped around her.  The pain was intense, immediately burning through her flesh with an intensity that made the little one scream for death.  Final dredges of strength leant glamour to her cries, so that they resounded through the forest.

Luck alone saved her in the guise of White King – then a prince – who braved the crone for the sake of unknown.  Ceanothus was stricken by his regal demeanor, his power, his fair face.   If ever the creature could love, she chose her mate in that instance.  He nursed her back to health, using his magic to extract the poison of iron from her blood to keep her safe.  When recovered, she never quite felt like leaving the male’s side.  Preferring her smaller side, the demi-fey never expressed her love.  She showed it in smaller ways and countless services, begged for a taste of his body and blood and, when he grew to strapping manhood and found his queen, pledged her life to the King’s love and livelihood.

The King was overjoyed by this arrangement, for his trust in Ceanothus was great.  Knowing of her skill, he charged her to wait on his lady and guard her from harm, a duty she has taken in all seriousness since.  His death was a devastation kept private in her tiny heart.  Though Ceanothus languished, she devoted herself moreso to the safety to the well-being of Queen and Prince.  If she had been there, his death would never have come to pass.

She truly believed that.

[Ember Star]

If it were anybody else, I'd reject her shear age. LOL. But since I know you, it's fine.

I'm not sure Ghetto will like the introduction of the demi-fey kingdom/background. But I have no issue with it myself. Besides (given her age) it makes sense for there to be sub cultures of the different species, especially for those like the fae where there's naturally different types. It doesn't bring in anything we said was banned anyhow.

[Ember Star]

And this is for you!

I do it automatically now. LOL. What you have in the profile is fine for that, but I prefer this size in post headers.

Same for the rest of you! My slightly perfectionist mind is considering redoing anybody who isn't perfect. >.> LOL

[Brazen Endeavors]

Which is why her "kingdom" has been whittled down to a shell of its former self.  Her greater age has been tempered by the wardings and her queen's newfound - er, relatively speaking - xenophobia.  But I'm patient; I can wait for Lester to pass down final word :)

[GhettoMagick]

Which is why her "kingdom" has been whittled down to a shell of its former self.  Her greater age has been tempered by the wardings and her queen's newfound - er, relatively speaking - xenophobia.  But I'm patient; I can wait for Lester to pass down final word :)

Hey boo I like your profile but ember is right im not so fond with the demi part of the fey

[Ember Star]

Hey boo I like your profile but ember is right im not so fond with the demi part of the fey

Compromise?