Dragon Slayer [Character Thread]
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				Title: <strong>Dragon Slayer [Character Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>31-03-2022, 04:31:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjExNi4wMDAwMDAuUTJoaGNtRmpkR1Z5SUZSb2NtVmhaQS4w/dragonforce.regular.webp)</div><br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/df/ae/ba/dfaeba738bcd5e0e59995778bcf7706d.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The gods are nesting...</span></div><br><div align="center">Raven City (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341196.0) • Mission Board (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341197.0) • OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341088.0)</div><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Approved Dragon Slayers</strong><br><br><strong>Pharon Draelig</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147073#msg16147073) - Darkness - <span class="bbc_u">Juggtacular</span><br><strong>Sashiko Mirume</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147078#msg16147078) - Darkness - <span class="bbc_u">FoxgirlJay</span><br><strong>Poppy Clovergrove</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147544#msg16147544) - Wood - <span class="bbc_u">Bekah Boo</span><br><strong>Dekado Konovar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147591#msg16147591) - Light - <span class="bbc_u">Bowen</span><br><strong>Olena Stormseed</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149168#msg16149168) - Water - <span class="bbc_u">Lady Sakura</span><br><strong>Destrian Brand</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149670#msg16149670) - Fire - <span class="bbc_u">TheBlackThrone</span><br><br><br><strong>Approved Handlers</strong><br><br><strong>Reese Wilder</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147118#msg16147118) - Handler(3) - <span class="bbc_u">Wired Rabbit</span><br></span><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Destrian Brand</li><li>Dekado Konovar</li><li>Olena Stormseed</li></ul><br><strong>Brett Roman</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669) - Handler(3) - <span class="bbc_u">TheBlackThrone</span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Poppy Clovergrove</li><li>Sashiko Mirume</li><li>Pharon Draelig</li></ul><br><br><strong>Inactive Players/Characters</strong><br><strong>Jin Mingzhu</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16150033#msg16150033) - Beast - <span class="bbc_u">Senator</span><br><strong>Tachibana Sakuya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16150035#msg16150035) - Handler - <span class="bbc_u">Senator</span><br><strong>Brook Harrell</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16148121#msg16148121) - Handler - <span class="bbc_u">Lynnette</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Slayer [Character Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>31-03-2022, 05:05:55</strong>
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				<br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220330/8ae9a69c7f5a84d427730d71c86c5b06.png)</div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2f/f8/b6/2ff8b6327f323407ec8153f38d2671a5.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e4/d3/6b/e4d36bd0b51d54b20556f5ec74997243.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9c/46/09/9c4609e627c9a7996998c5322a916d85.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Pharon Draelig<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shatterscale<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Darkness(Void)<br><strong>Apparent Age:</strong> Mid-20's<br><strong>Height:</strong> 8'0<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 600lbs(Variable)<br><strong>Hair Color:</strong> Black/Shaved<br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Purple<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Basic Description:</strong> Pharon is a Goliath-Human Hybrid, and his mixed-blood means he looks like an impossibly tall human with ashen skin and the traditional tribal markings of his people. Pharon is a mountain of a man, standing eight feet tall, tipping the scales at a whopping six-hundred pounds, and being as muscular as he is vertical. He has purplish-black star-shaped scales on his joints(knees, elbows, wrists, etc...), as well as a light pattern around his eyes. <br><br>His scales cover his chin like a goatee, and he also sports a very noticeable patch of purple completely surrounding his neck. His eyes are a vivid, almost glowing variation of his scales, and turn slitted when his emotions run high. He has several distinct and noticeable scars from the dragon he killed to gain his powers. He usually wore light, breezy clothing like furs or tribal wear, and added armor plating along the joints and uncovered sections of skin to make a breathable, mobile armor. On Earth, he will keep his gear from Avantasia, but if necessary will dress like a blue-collar worker. Jeans, boots, t-shirts, and button-ups.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Pharon is as animated as he is large. People assume his size comes with stoicism to match, but they'd be mistaken, as he is big, loud and very boisterous.&nbsp; He keeps a surprisingly upbeat outlook on life, and tends to be the guy you can vent to and lay your head on his shoulder for a good cry(seriously there's plenty of room). He holds honor and respect in the highest regard and will treat people differently depending on how he sees them treating others. He abhors weakness of all kinds, though not weakness itself, but the act of choosing to remain weak by not trying to overcome your struggles or issues.<br><br><strong>Backstory:</strong> Pharon was big and strong from birth, as his mother Ludora was a Goliath, and his father, known as "Osha the Giant" because of his enormous size, was the Chieftain of an infamous clan of Hunters and Warriors in the south known as the "Mo'Sai". Exiled from her own clan for showing weakness, Ludora was found by a Mo'Sai hunting party led by Osha. She was tired, weak, hungry, and delirious after the violent exile from her tribe...but still had enough strength to beat every member of the party unconscious in a berserk rage before Osha took her down. When she woke up, she was bound, the others were licking their wounds, and Osha was staring at her. He'd never seen anyone so beautiful, so powerful.<br><br>&nbsp;It was love at first sight. The two became a couple very fast, with Osha taking Ludora as his first and only wife and producing Pharon a few years later. It was obvious the boy took after both his parents and when he was young he accidentally broke his friend's arm because he pulled him to play with him. They took his training incredibly seriously from that point so he didn't kill someone, and young Pharon spent much of his waking hours learning to fight, how to lift, or how to throw a punch, all so he would become a great warrior...and also so no one in their village fell victim to his might. <br><br>It made Pharon's childhood lonely, and he began hanging out with the adults as he couldn't hurt them as easily. He learned swear words and got to tag along on hunts and got snuck beer and essentially became the mascot of the adults in the village who loved his enthusiasm when they had so little of it, and he had no one else to play with. When he became of age, Pharon was the clear favorite to become the next "Head Warrior" of the tribe after completing the Trial of the Mo'Sai, which was a ritual that proved the person undertaking it was a full-fledged adult within the Mo'Sai Clan. <br><br>The challenge was different for each person, and Pharon's was to bring back the mightiest beast he could find.&nbsp; He searched for weeks and found nothing but normal creatures. Lions, Wolves, Bears, Mystical Creatures, etc... None of them were impressive enough in his mind to bring back and claim his honor. He was awoken from his slumber one night by a loud, high-pitched droning sound that he couldn't explain. Investigating the sound, he discovered a dragon with black and purple scales sleeping in a cave. The human in him was cautious, but the Goliath in his blood burned with rage and excitement at seeing such a powerful, worthy adversary. <br><br>He attacked before he realized what he was doing, and spent the next several hours fighting for his life. A combination of skills, strength, and perseverance allowed him to wound the dragon and survive long enough for it to use its breath weapon on him. He dodged and the attack shook the roof of the cave, dropping a large stalactite on the creature and pinning it to the ground long enough for him to lop its head off with his axe. It had been a Darkness Dragon with the power of gravity, and after slaying it, he wasted no time eating its heart. Then he slept. <br><br>When he awoke, the gouges in his flesh and his broken bones had been healed, leaving scars but nothing else behind. He could feel the change in him as well as see it and used his newfound power to smash his way out of the cave. When he returned to his tribe pulling a dragon carcass on a makeshift sled, with its head perched on its back for all to see, cheers rang out for miles. He'd completed his Trial and was now a man, and with his prey being a dragon of all things, it was only a matter of time before he was made Head Warrior. He never got the opportunity, however, as word spread from village to village, eventually finding its way to the Imperial Capital and the ears of the King.<br><br>&nbsp;The Knight's arrival nearly caused a war to break out as the Mo'Sai felt they wanted to steal Pharon, but he wisely chose to leave willingly to keep his people safe. His one condition for joining the Dragon Slayers was that the King send supplies and aid his people would no longer get with him out of the picture for the foreseeable future. As a Slayer, he was dedicated to the cause and constantly sought out dragons to fight. One of his most difficult fights was against an Elder Metal Dragon. <br><br>The fight lasted for days, and those who stayed around to watch saw Pharon's mighty blows cracking and chipping away at the beast's armor. Then they saw the first silvery, shimmery mist explode from his body under one of Pharon's strikes, and then another, and another. Eventually, every hit would result in a silvery shower of glittering dust, and when the dragon lay dead, they realized the powder was the remains of his scales, as there were many spots on his corpse where his scales had been obliterated completely or cut clean away from the flesh underneath. From that day forth, he became known as "Shatterscale" among the people. <br><br><strong>Crest Location:</strong> His entire right pectoral and upper right arm.(Picture a tribal style)<br><br><strong>Dragon Arm:</strong> Pharon's Dragon Arm, named "Weeping Dark" (https://static.turbosquid.com/Preview/001328/512/EP/_D.jpg) is in the shape of a Maul. A massive pole topped with a metal head that is half axe, half hammer. A switch reconfigures the style of the weapon so the axe is on one end and the hammer on the other, making it an abomination of pain only he can properly wield. <br><strong>Dragon Arm Ability:</strong> Pharon's Dragon Arm can manipulate it's personal gravity, making it incredibly light or incredibly heavy and allowing him to choose between speed and power with each strike.<br><br><strong>Dragon Mode:</strong> Phraon's Dragon Mode (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/69/3f/55/693f5521c12e2e006fc1b94c9c39af7d.jpg) is incredibly humanoid. He grows taller and more muscular while taking on the form of a Dragoon. Aside from remaining bipedal, all of his normal traits are dragonified. His legs become digitigrade, he sprouts a tail and wings. His face becomes more akin to a snout, and he grows claws and fangs as well as scales across the entirety of his body, giving him the appearance of being covered in dark, metallic armor.&nbsp; His strength is particularly heightened during Dragon Mode. <br><br><strong>Dragon Magic:</strong> <br><em>Super Strength★</em>: Pharon's blows possess phenomenal momentum, force, and kinetic energy as he increases their power by manipulating gravity around himself. He makes himself heavier to boost the strength of his hits, and he can also make objects around him lighter to make them easier to move and manipulate.<br><em>Crush Cannon</em>: Pharon gathers gravitons and compresses them into the shape of a glowing blackish orb. They pulverize whatever they hit like cannonballs as they are essentially balls of super dense magic. <br><em>Ebon Blade</em>: Pharon concentrates a high amount of gravitic energy around his blade, enveloping it in a pitch-black aura. When swung, anything hit by Weeping Dark will experience a devastating kinetic explosion upon impact along the length of the blade or the head of the hammer, like a gravity bomb going off in a concentrated area. This also increases the cutting/striking power of his weapon. <br><em>Repulsion:</em> Pharon suddenly, and violently shifts gravity outward in a ten-foot sphere around his body. This gravity wave inverts everything that it comes in contact with and sends it flying away from his person as it acts upon anything in his vicinity. While it does cause pain from the impact and the landing, it's primary use is crowd control.<br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Strengths:</strong></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Hunter: Pharon grew up as a Hunter in a tribe of Hunters. He knows everything there is to know about it from tracking, to trap-making, animal behavior, finding signs in nature, as well as bushcraft and whatever else you think a hunter should know. There is no one better to be with in the "Great Outdoors" than him.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>Gentle Giant:</em> While he's probably the biggest person you've ever seen, and can smash a boulder into powder, Pharon is such a nice guy it doesn't make sense. He always has a smile on his face, and has an infectious personality that can brighten up your day just by being around him. He also cares deeply for the people around him and won't hesitate to tell a person they can vent or cry or whatever else they need him for.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>Chef's Kiss:</em> Growing up in a hunting village meant Pharon had to learn to cook at an early age. Turns out he's damn good at it, and it wasn't surprising at all to see him among the cooking circles working his magic when the village feasted. One of the things his tribesmen hated most when he left was losing access to his food.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>Warrior:</em> The son of a Village Chieftain and a Goliath Barbarian? Pharon was practically born to fight, and people like to say he popped up with a hammer in his hand. His massive strength meant his parents had to train him hard from a very young age, and as a result, he is incredibly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, as well as the use of melee and ranged weapons.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>Bulwark:</em> Pharon knows how big he is, how tough, how strong. He's known since a child, and he has always taken his size seriously. His natural instinct to help and protect means he will unflinchingly jump in front of something dangerous for a teammate or an innocent because he knows he has a better chance of walking away than they do. It can obviously be seen as a weakness, but he chooses to recognize it as his strength.</span></li></ul><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Weaknesses:</strong> </span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>Enhanced Senses:</em> Ever since his transformation, Pharon has found his senses altered and heightened a great deal. Particularly his sense of smell and sight have been enhanced to the point that strong enough scents and powerful enough visual stimulants(bright light, flashing lights, etc...) can negatively effect him.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>Hunger:</em> He was always a big boy and needed a lot of food to function, but now he eats like a literal dragon and has finished off two entire suckling pigs by himself before. Watching Pharon eat is truly fascinating as even with his size, the amount of food he puts away doesn't make sense. People joke that since he uses gravity magic, his stomach is just a black hole...they might be right.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>Lack of Modesty:</em> The Mo'Sai are not a simple people, but they live simple lives on the Southern Plains, Jungles, and Deserts. They don't have time for things like modesty when they're worrying about shelter, food, etc... Back home it wasn't surprising to see a woman with her breasts out, or a man hanging out of his skirt. Their behavior can be compared to that of a nude beach on Earth, with casual nudity being accepted and only brought up sexually between people in such a situation. As a result, Pharon has no concept of modesty whatsoever and often wears very little clothing because he is so used to his tribal attire and the heat of the South making a lot of clothes uncomfortable and unnecessary. </span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>Personal Space:</em> Similar to the modesty situation, growing up in a place where everyone always cooperated with everyone else, and physical contact in many forms was seen as a term of endearment, friendship, and closeness. This means Pharon has a habit of touching people when he talks to them. A pat on the back, hand on the shoulder, hugs, etc... He is a very personable individual and he shows his care through touch a lot of the time. It doesn't really occur to him people might not like that as it's as natural as breathing on his end. </span></li><li><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>Berserker Rage:</em> The Goliath race all possess a fire in their blood that can manifest itself as a berserk rage when they are particularly emotional, or injured. While not as strong as a pureblood, Pharon has the rage within him as well, and can fall victim to it in the right(or wrong) circumstances. And even in normal situations, his Goliath blood makes him more prone to impulsive and hot-headed actions unless it comes to hunting itself where he knows his patience is key.</span></li></ul><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On/Offs:</strong> <br>On's - Vanilla Sex, Rough Sex, Role Play, Light-BDSM, Foreplay, Oral, Anal, Group Sex, Public Sex, Multiple Partners <br>Off's - Gore, Vore, Scat, Watersports, Bloodplay, The Nasty Stuff, Etc... </span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Slayer [Character Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FoxgirlJay</strong> on <strong>31-03-2022, 05:12:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/pnWmXJz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sashiko Mirume<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Shadowwing<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Darkness<br><strong>Apparent Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Height:</strong> 6'0<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 150<br><strong>Hair Color:</strong> Purple<br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Blue<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Basic Description:</strong> Going primarily off the reference picture. Tall, pale skin, long purple hair. Some scaling near her jawline, the sides of her head and at her neck and collarbone. Big ol' foxgirl ears. Full, curvy figure with particularly well endowed breasts.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Cautious, cunning and careful when it comes to work and business. It's rare to find downtime in her work anyways, so she really takes the time to unwind and relax, either cutting loose or getting lazy, whenever she can. Varies between party animal, or shut-in<br><br><strong>Backstory:</strong> Once long ago, she was a woodland hunter, keeping safe the village she grew up in. One night, she came across a new quarry, where the woods gave way to murky swamps and deep bogs. Spying a young black dragon, making its home in the territory that she had sworn to protect. For weeks, it was a game of cat and mouse, stalking one another, two cunning hunters, hunting each other. Ambush predators, neither so brazen as so attack the other head on, the game seeming set to go on for much, much longer. All it took was one missed step, a beartrap clamped down on a scaled foot and biting deep to the bone. It took many arrows beyond that point, until finally enough had made it past the dragons acidic, shadowy breath and in to it's head and heart, that finally the trapped and raging beast died. Even a backwater village hunter such as herself knew the power such a beast's heart held, and consumed it to claim it's strength for herself. She developed her power for but a few weeks, before the King's forces came knocking, in search of her, not-so-subtly suggesting that she join the other Slayers in the King's Service. Feeling left with little say in the matter, Sashiko left her home village, to join with the other Dragon Slayers.<br><br>Despite her change of armament and her immensely empowered body, she used the shadow dragons heart to enhance what she knew best. Ambushes, dirty fighting and sudden kills. Her title of Shadowwing was granted upon one particular kill, a team battling a mighty dragon, when Sashiko swooped down from on high, and decapitated the beast while it was distracted.<br><br><strong>Crest Location:</strong> On her back, spread between shoulders and lower-back.<br><br><strong>Dragon Arm:</strong> A single-edged curved colossal greatsword. The weapon has a dark blade, that seeps with black magic when it's unsheathed. <br><strong>Dragon Arm Ability:</strong> Leaves shadowy energy behind where it cuts that eats away at flesh and other materials.<br><br><strong>Dragon Mode:</strong> Taking on a form that is almost wholly that of a dragon, keeping her same size, but adopting a more quadrupedal stature. Scales like blackened plate armor cover her whole body, even enough to hide her fox-like ears and tail. Enhances all of her abilities a little, but her speed in particular is greatly improved.<br><br><strong>Dragon Magic:</strong> Superspeed★: Exceptionally fast, enough so to seem as though she's teleporting short distances. <br>Shadow cloud: Suffuse a large area with black foggy clouds, hindering sight, or even blinding in some thick areas, of those not attuned to shadows.<br>Marked for Death: A prey that she can see is chosen, and will find it hard to escape her chase even long after the fast. She can sense where her marked prey is, unless she is blinded or the prey is hidden by magical means.<br>Darkbolt: Rather than using a bow now, she calls upon the magic of the shadow dragon to fling bolts and balls of black magic. <br><br><strong>Strengths:</strong> Patient, collected under fire. Confidant in her abilities. Cunning and intelligent. <br><br><strong>Weaknesses:</strong> Intense light and sounds vary from bothering her to causing pain. Weak to tail-pulling. Might be too slow to act through over-thinking. <br><br><strong>On/Offs:</strong> https://www.f-list.net/c/foxgirl%20jay
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Slayer [Character Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>31-03-2022, 06:12:21</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220329/5d7c0d1e8bb2ff322398d73a63595527.png)</div><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/67/eb/0e/67eb0ed7c80649857b36b800a838c65b.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bc/0e/80/bc0e8046763e357a2b8b70829f3e4660.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5e/1c/0a/5e1c0a6e21e1d41260133d58f7a93652.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Wilder<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Height:</strong> 135 lbs<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 5'4"<br><strong>Hair Color:</strong> Platinum Blonde (Bleached)<br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Grey<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Basic Description:</strong> Reese is short, cute and pear-shaped. She has a round face, angular jaw and stark blonde hair that is definitely <em>fake</em> but she loves it all the same. She has a silver nose ring in her left nostril, and many more dainty piercings in her ears. Reese likes shiny jewelry and glittery makeup, but generally opts to pair her statement glam with lighter, casual, tomboy-like clothing. Think baggy jeans, dingy sneakers, thrifted baseball t-shirts and basic crop tops. Her accessories (<em>not</em> her clothes) are what she spends her limited cash on, especially her bodacious, golden locks.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Spunky, imaginative, and quick, Reese spends a lot of her time thinking about how things work. People like her because she always gets the job done, albeit in different, occasionally 'destructive' ways (especially if one thing needs the parts from a second thing). She can be scrapy and determined, and tries her best to be 'one of the guys' (especially since she sleeps with women). Those who <em>really</em> get to know Reese and how smart she <em>really</em> is often say that she lacks ambition, but she likes fixing cars and bikes and she's really fucking great at it.<br><br><strong>Backstory:</strong> Reese always wanted to be a pilot.<br><br>Commercial airlines, private jet company, or maybe even in the Air Force if she was lucky. The type of plane didn't really matter to Reese as long as it went fast and flew high in the goddamn beautiful sky. Reese comes from a big, loud family. All small-town dairy farmers, nothing particularly special. So maybe flying, and all of its complicated aerodynamics, was her way of getting out. Reese did well in school (no surprise) and was accepted into a renowned pilot school pretty quickly. All of her introductory training and certifications were completed with <em>flying</em> colors (get it?) until she got to the <em>actual</em> flight training lessons. You know, the flights where obstacles and errors are presented and the newest students have to solve them. <br><br>'<em>Personality Differences</em>'. That's what her instructors had insisted when they told her she wasn't cut out to fly planes and to resign from the program. It was professional talk for 'dangerous' and 'irresponsible'. Reese thought her actions in the cock pit were clever and out of the box solutions. Her instructors thought she was putting everyone aboard at risk for not looking at the big picture, and for not listening to their old ways of doing things. It sucks when a dream dies but it sucks even more when you have to tell your big, loud family back home. So Reese didn't go back home. She told her family what happened of course, the whole disheartening truth, but she refused to be a small-town girl anymore. She had made it out. She wasn't going back. There was an ad for an mechanic's apprentice a few hours away in Raven City. She figured if she couldn't work with planes, she could at least stay in the transportation field. Besides, people like when mechanics fix things with creative solutions, especially if things get done quick and with a smile.<br><br>Reese now has lived in Raven City for the past <em>six</em> years. In the first four she completed her apprenticeship and auto repair certifications. In the last two, she found a modest paying job as a full-time <strong>mechanic</strong> at <em>Rust and Ruckus</em>, a local but popular auto-body garage. She might be young and dreamy, but she comes highly recommended.<br><br><strong>Strengths:</strong></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>Intellect</em> - Reese is smart. Like bananas level of smart, especially when it comes to technology, engineering or mechanical things.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>Problem Solver</em> - If you need a creative solution, Reese is your gal. You can count on her to come up with a plan for just about anything.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>Supportive</em> - Reese wants to help others, even if they don't know it yet. She's always ready to quietly assist, rather than steal the spotlight.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>Cool</em> - Most people like Reese. She doesn't cause drama, she doesn't lie, and she doesn't try too hard. She's usually a chill person to be around.</span></li></ul><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Weaknesses:</strong></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>Brawn</em> - Reese is a nerd. She knows how many weapons work, but she has <em>zero</em> clue on how to use one, let alone throw a punch.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>Listening</em> - Reese is pretty positive she's got the best ideas, even if they are alternative and costly and not at all what was asked for. </span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>Hyper-focused</em> - When Reese has an idea, no matter how impractical or dangerous, she has trouble letting it go, even if it's clearly not working.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em>Late Bloomer</em> - Romance and Reese are new to each other. She definitely likes girls, but she's still learning and experimenting for herself.</span></li></ul><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Ons:</strong> Romance, touch, compliments, fingering, licking, massages, exploring, spontaneous anything.</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Offs:</strong> Non-consensual anything, choking, slapping, spanking. If you wanna make a move on Reese, just PM me first, she's pretty open!</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Slayer [Character Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>31-03-2022, 20:01:13</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: Monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Poppy Clovergrove</strong></span></span><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/image0.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958733022386085918/image0.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/958842605586743307/image0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Poppy Clovergrove<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Vinespinner <br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Wood<br><strong>Apparent Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Height:</strong> 4’11<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 115<br><strong>Hair Color:</strong> Ginger locks with streaks of pale blonde<br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Emerald<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Demisexual<br><strong>Basic Description:</strong> With her short and petite stature Poppy doesn’t appear imposing, her face features making her appear soft. Tapered ears poke out through her wild mane of ginger and blonde, freckles in patches across the bridge of her nose and shoulders. Often seen barefoot Poppy connects most with nature and as a result her eyes tend to shimmer with flecks of gold when she is surrounded by greenery, her skin nearly glowing when in the sunshine and fresh air. Being a faerie Poppy is most in tune with nature and as such uses the terrain itself to cloth herself, often seen in a leafy garment adorn with flowers and lines, forming a short dress that allows her freedom to move.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Impulsive and hardly serious Poppy is fascinated by the world around her, perhaps far too outgoing for her own good. Curious to a fault she will not think before rushing forward with whatever matter presented, in the mind set of ‘oh this’ll work itself out’. She is however very sweet and will take the time to get close to others as despite her kind, she is highly affectionate and has no qualms latching onto others without notice. The discovery of sweets of a kind far from the honey suckles of her grove has caused an obsession with the faerie, easily distracted with the promise of gift of a sweet of any sort.<br><br><strong>Backstory:</strong> Life within the hidden grove of the fae was one of diligence and duty for those not seen, the silent weavers of nature and protectors of the Earth. A life in which Poppy grew woefully disillusioned to unlike her fellow kind who preferred to keep their distance from other species who did not follow mother earth’s ancient teachings. The dubbed ‘slacker’ Poppy shirked her sacred duties in light of bathing in the sunlight and play, a trait that became more noticed as her lack of faerie wings unlike her brethren was punishment for her lack of seriousness. In her mind she felt there was more to life than simply carrying out the same chores and duties like that of the elders, not content in following the same paths despite the insistence she do so as the eldest daughter of her small clan within the community. <br><br>In line to be betrothed despite her lack of wings Poppy found the force of marriage a final straw that broke what disillusion she clan wished to fit her within, unable to withstand the immense pressure as she fled in the dead of night leaving behind only a wilted flower in her nest. The grove in which her clan had called home for eons held a barrier in which most could not break the spell of illusion, yet on the night of her departure Poppy found the barrier having been broken, their homes exposed and now in the direct gaze of a fearsome dragon as massive of the very mountains themselves. Before any alarm could be given the village was engulfed in a cloud of fiery smoke and smolder, the devastation causing the very ground itself to weep as fae young and old were turned to ash before Poppy’s very eyes. <br><br>Stunned and unable to move Poppy found cover in a nearby trunk as the cries of her brethren rang out, the normally docile and ‘slacker’ feeling her blood run cold as the devastation continued. Warriors attempted to combat the mighty dragon but to no avail, the village burning down around her feet as Poppy unconsciously found herself stepping forward with a bitter hatred fueling the innate rage that perhaps always was a part of herself. She had long wished to rid herself of her once mundane village, but the destruction and meaningless death called her to action in a way that she had never known.<br><br>Scooping up a fallen weapon in fury Poppy found the whip itself coming alive in her hands, growing several yards long as though it became in tune with her aching rage. Even now she can’t recall just how it came to be or even how she found herself capable of such, the moment a blur as the faerie struck blow after blow across the dragon’s face and neck, watching as the once flimsy vine seeming to split even the dragon scales themselves. Yet with every blow she found the dragon attempting to retreat as it trashed in agony, Poppy seeing red as her once distanced attacks became closer and closer. Only after the dragon took a knee did Poppy find her chance, a looming nest overhead allowing the faerie to lasso the whip around the creatures neck, the thorns becoming like teeth as they sawed along with her weight pulling backwards. It was exhausting work as Poppy continued to thrash and pull, leashing the dragon to it’s spot as it writhed and roared enough to make the very ground shake. <br><br>Poppy wasn’t sure how much time passed before she found the whip finally becoming slack, the dragon’s head lowering as it gave its last death rattle, its once earthy color becoming muddy and ashen until finally it moved no more. Tears steamed freely from the faerie’s eyes as she collapsed against the tree exhausted and heartbroken, the village deathly quiet as she sobbed. In the haze of the burned and destroyed village was a gentle whisper, a whisper Poppy knew all too well as the very spirit of Avatasia spoke to her. She would be a protector, having meant for so much more than her village...the instructions barbaric, but simple.<br><br>Consume the dragon’s heart.<br><br>Delirium and sadness compelled the young faerie to do just that, using the vine she had used to take down the beast to make work of sawing the torso with grim results. Time meant nothing to Poppy as by the time she managed to break through the scales and rib cage, she was rewarded with the still heart nearly as large as herself. Greedily she consumed the irony meat as her face rivaled her fiery hair, the first swallow filling her with immense power unlike she would ever know. The whisper&nbsp; pushed Poppy forward to seek out fellow slayers as they were known, a group of those who had done such a feat like herself, in order to protect others from such a fate. It became Poppy’s new call to life, and with a heavy heart she left the remains of her village to serve the king and become a dragon slayer.<br><br><br><strong>Crest Location:</strong> Hollow of throat<br><br><strong>Dragon Arm:</strong> (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/958824936556859392/image0.jpg)<br><strong>Dragon Arm Ability:</strong> The whip itself can be used to send Poppy sailing between tree branches or other areas she can successfully wrap around, the thorns on such carrying a toxin that if cut by can cause numbness and if left untreated can become gangrene. Poppy herself is immune to such as she often uses the weapon defensively to evade escape and gain the higher ground. <br><br><strong>Dragon Mode:</strong> When in dragon mode Poppy’s entire being becomes a flower, her limbs leaves with thick thorns along the back of her calves and forearms. In this form she is able to take flight unlike her previous state, with her speed greatly enhanced because of such. The thorns she bears are covered in a highly toxic poison, her sight more akin to a bug allowing her to see targets in greater depth and area.<br><br><strong>Dragon Magic:</strong> <br>★ <span class="bbc_u"><em>Regeneration</em></span>- Although extreme heat or cold can greatly affect Poppy, outright limb attacks or lobbing of limbs is not as much of a concern. Like splicing together a bud to a new stem, she can reattach body parts with a short cool down period, or outright grow back and heal so long as her head remains intact. So long as she has a strand left, she will recover from wounds no matter how serious. The more serious the longer it takes, a normal cut usually healing after a few seconds.<br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Petal dance</em></span>-In her dragon form Poppy is able to take to flight, like a delicate petal in the wind, her agility unmatched when airborne. Despite her small stature she is able to carry various loads even while in the air, sending comrades into dizzying dives right at a target with careful aim. With this advantage Poppy can cause disorientation to an enemy with her constant fluttering and buzzing around their head, often deploying combo attacks while evading with ease.<br><span class="bbc_u"><em> Wood manipulation</em></span> Depending on the size Poppy can have the terrain aide her attacks, using tree branches to snag or trap a target, or vines to hold one captive. With the boost of her own kinship to nature itself, what she manipulates takes on stronger properties as a result, vines more like iron than fleshy greenery as even grass can take on a sharpened edge if she so desires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Allergy bombs</em></span>- Releasing a cloud of pollen can render a target temporarily blind by the cloud, Poppy able to use what is around her. If she is to find herself near a particularly nasty plant, or poisonous one, the cloud therefore could be used to poison a target but she is unable to outright create said plant at will as of yet.<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Strengths:</strong> <br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Sweet like honey</em></span>-One of Poppy’s best assets is her sweet nature that allows her to befriend a majority of those she comes in contact with, the bubbly faerie easily smiling and so damned curious it’s difficult to be upset at her. Although not impossible. She yearns to learn as much as possible of those around her, so she is allows asking questions and wants to be as helpful as she can go everyday things. It may not always be that helpful, but she tries so hard to please.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><em> Light on her feet</em></span>- Almost never seen sitting still, Poppy is always skipping around or dancing with an air of grace to her. At times it appears she is nearly floating, although more keen eyes can see outdoors she will often encourage the grass beneath her feet to grow a few inches; totally not because she doesn’t feel comfortable being surrounded by taller folks. Every movement she makes is like the gentle billow of leaves in the wind, often on her tip toes as she streaks across the ground with a giddy giggle in her agility.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><em> Formidable memory</em></span>- With most faeries they are said to be the vaults of the forests, often tricking poor souls of their names and in return ‘stealing’ all their knowledge. Now while Poppy doesn’t condone such, she does however possess a great memory for all that she has seen or learns of, often times only having to see an action once or twice before picking it up easily. Human traditions and such are far easier to pick up she’s found, and often will recite such in its technical phrasing than the slang or modern term, giving away one of her favorite pastimes which is reading books in the trees. The concept of ‘stealing’ is still fairly uncertain though, as the habit of hoarding such books will become a problem as she’s a menace to the library for that fact alone.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><em> Green thumb</em></span>- With the heart of Earth consumed Poppy’s prowess of all things green has only grown, often able to create blooming fields of flowers and greenery with a wave of a hand. Anything she touches will grow more as she can even bring back dead blooms, making them all the more hearty and plentiful. Farming in particular is something she adores as poor little gardens may find themselves nearly overgrown with her helping hand.<br><br><strong>Weaknesses:</strong><br>&nbsp;<span class="bbc_u"><em> Wilting</em></span>- Enhanced only further by her dragon power Poppy has a difficult time to rapidly changing temperatures, the cold often reducing her power and will Curiosity her appear to shrink more as a result. If she becomes too cold she will become sluggish and unresponsive, as though her body is going into hibernation like the flowers she loves so much. On the opposite end extreme heat can actually do damage to her as heat blasts and waves make her wilt, leaving her dazed and can singe the blooms that cover her. Without a source of shade or water she will continue to wilt until she is near death, a fate she faced only one time before and is adamant to never happen again. <br><br><span class="bbc_u"><em> Curiosity will clip the bud</em></span>- With a whole new world to explore Poppy is almost obsessed to learn as much as she can, even if she can’t see the inherent danger in such at first glance. Trusting to a fault it would be far too easy to have her led astray by those with not so great intentions, the people pleaser not one to question a person especially if they are a charmer or quite confident. <br><br><span class="bbc_u"><em> Flowers for you, and you, and you</em></span>- When Poppy gets too excited or even nervous she tends to create wild patches of flowers that burst forth and cover every inch of space around herself. Being barefoot most of the time it isn’t uncommon to find little daises where she walks, leaving a trail behind her if she’s in a particularly playful mood. While when Poppy is nervous or feeling emotionally hurt the flowers will instead turn into writhing vines of ivy, climbing up her legs and swishing around like an agitated cat’s tail. <br><br><strong>On/Offs:</strong> Bekah’s buttons (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=236994.msg11665698#msg11665698)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Slayer [Character Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>31-03-2022, 20:51:24</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjgwLmFjMTcxNy5SR1ZyWVdSdklFdHZibTkyWVhJLC4w/rose-knight.regular.webp)</div><br><div class="floatright">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/22846f06afaf252b0b605249912270c6/tumblr_nf39urBDCn1u3ssp3o1_1280.jpg)(https://img.nickpic.host/AgEVID.png)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a9/48/77/a9487740305e221872e51c28ce78cbee.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dekado Konovar<br><strong>Alias:</strong> the Damned<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Light<br><strong>Apparent Age:</strong> Mid 20's<br><strong>Height:</strong> 6'2"<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 225 Lbs<br><strong>Hair Color:</strong> Blonde<br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Sea Green<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Basic Description:</strong> Dekado stands tall and straight, carrying himself gracefully, with the animal ease of a weathered warrior. His hair is almost shinning gold, his fair fair and young. Normally he is of thoughtful expression but when he gives one of his rare smiles, its like the sun comes out. Bright green eyes and a clear voice that easily carries when he sings. Beyond the dragon mark over his heart he has not tattooed his skin. Also after he killed Ayrsia and absorbed some of her power, the faint scars he had have now disappeared. The scales that he has in his elven form appear mostly centered in the void space of his tattoo and some on each shoulder.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> A general rundown of this character's personality. I know the character will develop further in the story.<br><br><strong>Backstory:</strong> When the golden dragon &nbsp;Ayrsia &nbsp;(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/028/173/904/4k/kyle-punk-art-herring-gold-dragon-final.jpg?1593691149)descended upon the Elves of Faiella-Bionin and all but wiped out their nation within a few months. The few survivors couldn't flee as their borders were surrounded by the orcs to the south, trolls to the north and east and ogres to the west. In desperation they used their magics and tunneled into the earth to regroup. The great nation of seven duchies was reduced to a medium sized city in a blink of an eye. While over then next centuries people all but forgot Faiella-Bionin the struggled and thrived in their new environment. For over a millennium they lived in the underground caves like dwarves. Their golden skin grew pale, their luxurious raven hair turned snow white. <br><br>A plan was formed after the logistics of survival were dealt with. They had to take back what was theirs, reclaim their homeland. A knighthood was formed, the Empyrean Order. The greatest and most noble warriors working together, taking on squires and keeping all the martial magic of their nation alive. After a thousand years they felt they had the numbers to do so. It was actually around eight hundred and seventy three years but there is meaning in names and numbers. So they took that extra time to train the next generation of younglings and cross the t's and dot the i's in their plans. To make a long story slightly shorter...they failed miserably and died. <br><br>Another fighting had been formed at the same time, they were made up of criminals and soldiers of lowly backgrounds. There were other races in this eternal underdark. While the cream of elven nobility trained to slay the dragon there were more mundane and less noble duties to attend to. The group wasn't given any wonderful name. Some people called the the Guard. Most viewed them as assassins or a necessary evil. They kept back the other races from taking New Faiella and ending the elves of this region. There were consequences for attacking a dragon and failing. The dragon had been injured but wasn't stupid. It offered some of the elven lands to whichever faction found and destroyed the elves that attacked her. Troll, orc and ogres came in waves, thankfully they were staggered. It was the hated Guard that saved the city during those decades. When the cost of attacking the elves grew too steep after nearly sixty years the Guard were given some esteem, they were now the Midnight Sons. <br><br>Dekado was one of these Midnight Sons. His whole life was about fighting foes that were bigger, stronger and tougher...add in some of them regenerated from near death and it just seemed endless. One evening fate would look down on him and make his life interesting. Fuck you fate. The seven duchies were reduced to the seven noble houses of New Faiella and their sons and daughters were automatically enrolled in the Empyrean Order, the finest fighters who ever lived. Too bad their kids were jerks. When Delwin of House Fiona was slumming with his fellow Empyrean Order in the low quarter, most gave them deference and endured their sloppy drunken lechery. Until they came across Dekado. He had lost friends tonight and wasn't in the mood. Everyone else was understanding that their parents had made the ultimate sacrifice in trying to slay the dragon, Dekado was dealing with the blowback that came every night. <br><br>When Delwin made a pass at him angry words were exchanged. Dekado didn't favour males but that had nothing to do with it. Delwin was a mean drunk and an ass. The thing is, even when Delwin issued the challenge to a formal duel, you can't accept. Not when he is a drunk Empyrean and you are a Guard. Dekado did accept though. He gave Delwin three cycles to sober up and get his affairs in order. By rights anything belonging to the loser would go to the winner at the end of the duel. Dekado even allowed the brave Empyrean knight to back out at any time during those three days. You had to bend over backwards to appease the nobles. Delwin didn't do any of that, he didn't think it over, he didn't reconsider, he barely stopped drinking. It didn't matter. The Empyrean youngling had only been learning from tutors and books about the twenty one schools of swordsmanship for a mere forty years. He had never been in a fight were people didn't count points. Delwin's style was picture perfect, his technique was superb--Delwin was strong for an elf and fast. That didn't stop his dying within eight minutes. In front of the Guard and Empyrean Order as well as a few thousand other spectators he had killed the scion of a dynasty. <br><br>The son of the Duke had never really felt the pain of someone smashing your kneecap, sweeping your blade aside to puncture your heart and the rather unnecessary for an elf but par for the course in killing a troll of the wheeling maneuver that took his head off. As the heir to his father's house Delwin had effectively lost his duchy to a commoner. Dekado watched them all but shiver and spasm as the understanding hit them. He let them stew for a bit before declaring he didn't want their home or even a place in it, just Delwin's personal belongings which included his father's magical blade of crystal and the folios of the Empyrean combat arts. The nobles were sick to their stomachs, a commoner ...no a Guard had humiliated one of their best and brightest rising stars in all but moments and while he could have theoretically have taken the titles of Delwin, Dekado showed leniency and claimed but a few prizes. They didn't like it because now their elite fighting standards were 'out there' to be shared with the rabble. <br><br>The Empyrean knights didn't feel quite so invincible all of a sudden. Neither did the Queen Faerilyth. Not when a freaking Guard took out one of their own and they were surrounded by the Guard. Even though he technically gave Delwin every opportunity to back down, somehow it was Dekado's fault for killing his opponent. Delwin would never have spared his life but that was beyond the point. Delwin was actually important and Dekado was a lowly Guard. It caused a great deal of tension for nearly thirty years. Dekado found his friends began to distance themselves and he got the most dangerous missions far more often than most. Fine. It just gave him plenty of time to put to practice all these new things he was learning.<br><br>It took another seven hundred years before they would face Ayrsia. She didn't wait for them this time, she had finally healed and had marshalled the forces of the elves' racial enemies as her own. She had nearly destroyed their nation in a few months when they were at the height of their power alone, this was just going to be putting the echoes of a great song down once and for all. She would take down the trolls and orcs next. She may be beautiful and golden but her heart was vile and dark. The Midnight Sons tore through her ranks like wildfire. The Empyrean Order stood their ground and had even developed magic against her attacks. It had been seventeen hundred years of them preparing to fight her on a logical level, she didn't think that any of their magics would actually work this effectively. <br><br>It was Dekado that came out of nowhere to plunge that crystal sword through one eye, then only yank it out to spin and plunge it into the other. None of these noble elves had every taken such tactics. Even deprived of her sight, she was dragon with senses that quickly compensated. He didn't fight like a savage. There was a plan and then another. When she destroyed the ground beneath him he leapt from one piece of flying debris to another to bring the fight back to her. While he occupied her the others would pelt her with arrows and magic. It made her furious. Dekado was always on her though, he pretended to retreat when she was strong and immediately reversed that to slash down her wings or take out one of her clawed hands. She hated him like few others in the universe. He didn't even have the decency to hate her back as fiercely. She read his thoughts...she was some cancer to be cut out of the world. He thought of her as a disease...and then she felt that stupid crystalline sword cut through her ribs just before her heart was ripped from her.<br><br>She cursed and damned him with her final breaths. Out of all the nicknames, slurs and screamed insults he had gathered over the years, that is the one that people remembered. Suddenly the Queen was his 'friend' and 'ally'. She began talking of creating an eighth duchy with him as the new Duke. Fuck her. It took over two millennia of fighting and then taking out their greatest foe for her to recognize his worth? He left his realm to rebuild in the sunlight as he discovered his own new abilities and met others like him. Other Dragon Slayers. Brothers and sisters at arms.<br><br><strong>Crest Location:</strong> Over his heart. (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8f/b5/dc/8fb5dc69cac0743ee0561102e77d6c34.jpg)<br><br><strong>Dragon Arm:</strong> &nbsp;Greatsword &nbsp;(https://img.favpng.com/19/14/22/granblue-fantasy-sword-weapon-joyeuse-katana-png-favpng-uTc5zxqpqJ6y3UwFZb71zxbJz.jpg)made of enchanted volcanic crystals, adamantine and silver.<br><strong>Dragon Arm Ability:</strong> Plasma sheath: his blade absorbed some of the power of Ayrsia. With a but a thought his crystal blade glows he can sheath it in plasma, much like a miniature sun. <br><br><strong>Dragon Mode:</strong> Dragon Mode &nbsp;(https://i.imgur.com/YSLM2k4.png)His draconic form is a good blend between man and dragon, much like a werewolf is a good split between man and wolf. He has come to think of this as his war form. He doesn't deny he's draconic but its a mental thing in his head that he only resembles them in appearance not thinking. Growing another foot and a half and gaining almost two hundred pounds of muscle mass Dekado's dragon form is mostly black with a golden underside. He is very much a humanoid and this form is mesmerizingly attractive rather than repulsive--although he would look at you funny if you said that.<br><br><strong>Dragon Magic:</strong> <br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>★<span class="bbc_u">Martial arts</span>: Dekado has an instinctive understanding of combat and hundreds of years of devoting himself to protecting his homeland, an innate knowledge in hand-to-hand fighting styles. He is always watching and analyzing opponents style of combat and flaws in the opponent's attack and defense. He has learned to use attacks that can automatically knock down the opponent or use the strength/weakness of the opponent to his favor.</li><li><span class="bbc_u">Solar Healing</span>: Dekado, like everyone else is constantly absorbing sunlight. The sun is the force that provides light and life to the world and he has learned to use this light to heal both himself and others. While out in the sun he can freely use this to heal, at night/underground this ability is much more limited.</li><li><span class="bbc_u">Flare</span>: Light can do a lot of things. It can illuminate. It can welcome. It can warm. As it turns out, it can also make laser beams that slice through protosteel</li><li><span class="bbc_u">Life-Force Detection</span>: Dekado has the ability of being able to sense the presence of life along with a detailed understanding about what he is sensing. He always knows how many beings are in his immediate area. He's honed this ability to be able to track a life as part of his duties as a Dragon Slayer.</li></ul><strong>Strengths:</strong> <ul class="bbc_list"><li>Acute Senses: he's an elf, an augmented elf. All of his senses are just simply better than a humans almost approaching some animals.</li><li>Combat Reflexes: you train your whole life to fight the big bads in the world and your reactions become extraordinary, with nothing really surprising you for more than a moment.</li><li>Lust for Life: After he killed the dragon he learned to live a little. He loves food, is open to a lot of new ideas and experiences and is always up to go dancing. </li><li>Daredevil: rarely did any plan survive the battlefield. Dekado has discovered that not only is he good at taking risks, he is even better at surviving them. Although not exactly an adrenaline junkie, he doesn't hesitate to some Batman level shit when the opportunity calls for it.</li><li>Calm Heart: at his core, he is not in search of the next scrap or battle. Its a duty he is good at and fulfils without complaint. Dekado is a naturally calm and well composed person who isn't easily provoked and even then, is always thinking.</li></ul><strong>Weaknesses:</strong> <ul class="bbc_list"><li>Too many life times of war: Dekado has lost a lot of friends over the years. Every now and then he just needs to be alone and remember them. One of the few times he drinks. Losing someone he cares for affects him strongly.</li><li>A Knight's Code: maybe not with the flowery speech or fighting with regimented rules, but he will step in when people are being picked on or hurt. When a building is on fire he runs towards it to get the people out. He believes in the ideals of knighthood and nobility.</li><li>Abstains from Alcohol: You can't get shitfaced and think you are going to be in any shape to fight a troll or train properly. Its a crutch he didn't allow himself. Alcohol affects him more than it would for someone of his size and build.</li><li>Insomnia: he doesn't always sleep well. He usually ends up training to tire himself out and clear his head.</li><li>Likes things bright. Maybe its his powers but he always feels cold in the darkness. Even when he sleeps he likes a candle burning and always has heavy blankets. Darkness and cold attacks hurt him more than other attacks.</li><li>Not exactly a Luddite but using technology to solve his problems occurs last to him, beyond not understanding most Earth technology. He would like the fun technology when exposed to it.</li></ul><br><strong>Hobbies/Interests:</strong><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Dancing--he already moves with the grace of an acrobat, moving to music soothes him.</li><li>Singing--a hauntingly deep voice, he would sing when remembering the fallen.</li><li>Gardening--he didn't want to only see his life as killing things</li><li>Drawing/Painting--he's always been good at this, just didn't have a lot of time for it</li></ul><br><strong>Character Soundtrack:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Born Ready</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGdHAyM6FZY</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Believer</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wtfhZwyrcc</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Unstoppable</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekM0VflXyok</div></div><br><strong>On/Offs:</strong> Bowen's O/O's (https://elliquiy.com/forums/onsoffs.php?u=60136)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Slayer [Character Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>01-04-2022, 09:47:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/YTtVcbg.png?1)<br>Some extra images (NSFW) (https://imgur.com/a/NJmB9dx)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong> Brook Harrell <br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'6"<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 143lbs<br><strong>Hair Color:</strong> Brown<br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Brown - Wears colored contacts, typically blue or green.<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Basic Description:</strong> The images cover most of it pretty well. She has a few moles, most annoyingly being the one at the upper end of her nosebone. The only tattoo Brook has is on her right thigh, and was something she got while going to college. As for attire, when out and about she usually defaults to skinny-jeans and a nice blouse, typically in brighter colors, or if she has no plans, a hoodie. For home-wear, she defaults to PJ-pants and a hoodie or tank-top, depending on the temperature. She's decently fit, but most of it comes from having work that keeps her on her feet, she rarely exercises beyond that. <br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> A tired optimist would be a fair way of describing Brook's general attitude. She effortlessly downplays her own problems, and has gotten pretty good at pretending that things are better than they are, even if the cracks start to show when she's feeling cornered. Though she used to be fairly introverted when she was younger, she managed to turn that around during college to a semi-functioning outgoing attitude, pushed further by having jobs in customer service. She has a mean habit of being a little too generous, self-sacrificial if you will, even when it bites into her own personal comfort and stability. <br><br><strong>Backstory:</strong> In her childhood, Brook was the typical Sunday school kid. Only child, well-educated parents with good jobs, and glasses so thick they could stop a bullet. Good at studying, bad at sports, reliable but unsociable, the list goes on, like something straight out of a coming of age B-movie. Not much changed until college. She got good grades throughout the entirety of it, and had more or less free pickings when it came to picking college. The downside to it all was that Brook wasn't feeling all that motivated, and hadn't laid out much of a plan. Having free pickings led to making an unmotivated choice, taking up loans to get a masters degree in chemistry. <br><br>During these years, having moved out and moved far away from home, she grew up in a sense. The glasses were replaced with contact lenses, some attention was paid when picking out clothes, making an effort to become more outgoing. In retrospect, she'd come to view these years as some of her better ones, having finally developed some personality. First after college Brook realized how little she actually cared about the field she'd spent five years educating herself on. Brook moved back to Raven City, and found herself work at the lab for a company that made dish-soap. Not the most exciting, but it was a good position all things considered, and having started to receive the bills from her loans, it was hard to deny the position when it was offered. But two years of analyzing the molecules that made soap soap, with coworkers twenty years her senior, ground away any interest she had in the field. She threw in the towel and handed in her resignation, regretfully that also left her unemployed. Having little interest in her field, she looked around for just about anything else, and eventually found herself a part-time job in the city hall archives. She found herself enjoying it far more than she had with the chemistry job, but it wasn't enough to pay her rent, let alone her student loans on top of that.<br><br>Finding another job she could balance with her hours at the city hall was a challenge and a half, but Brook eventually managed to talk herself into the position of barista at a coffee shop. Between the two jobs, she works roughly full time without counting for double shifts, and has just about enough to live on better food than rice and beans. All in all, she lives a scarily mundane life, balancing a hectic worklife with hobbies.<br><br><strong>Strengths:</strong> <br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Booksmart - Brook is an academic through and through, even if she doesn't capitalize on it. She's used to running into problems and figuring out how to unweave them, break them down, and solve them. At least on paper.</li><li type="disc">Aikido - A skill Brook picked up during college. Though she only practiced it for a few years, several years in the past, she still knows a few of the techniques and throws.</li><li type="disc">Musical - As a grand surprise to absolutely nobody who knew her back when she went to school, Brook was a band kid. Back in those days, she played the clarinet, nowadays its mostly electric guitar. She's not amazing, but she knows a handful of styles and a few more difficult riffs.</li></ul><strong>Weaknesses:</strong> <br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Financially unstable - TL;DR Brook is poor. She's making ends meet, but that's about as far as it goes. She only has a bit left on the top after rent, utilities and food, and her solution for surprise expenses is either more shifts or defaulting on her loan - Not like she's ever going to finish paying it off anyway. She's a penny pincher and rarely affords herself to spend on herself.</li><li type="disc">Not so handy - Beyond changing a lightbulb or two, Brook isn't handy in the slightest. She struggles with basic furniture assembly, and wouldn't dare to try anything more complicated like fixing appliances or performing minor repairs at home. She's gotten fairly acquainted with her landlord over the years.</li><li type="disc">Conflict-shy - It's not difficult to make her bury her view on a matter, a little bit of resistance is usually all it takes to make her drop.</li></ul><strong>Other notes:</strong><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Brook's usual way to get to and from work is by motorcycle - She owns an older model Yamaha V-max, gifted from her uncle. Having little money or know-how in regards to taking care of it however, it sounds like it's on its last legs and barely runs without a lot of throttle. She has managed to borrow an old sedan from a coworker at the city hall, but wants to return it at first chance.</li><li type="disc">The relationship with her parents has been strained ever since she quit the chemist job and went with "less desirable jobs".</li><li type="disc">Though she is a habitual smoker, she rarely does it in the presence of people who don't also smoke.</li></ul><strong>Ons:</strong> Toys, anal, oral, casual nudity, shower/bath-tub sex<br><strong>Maybe:</strong> Multiple partners, light BDSM<br><strong>Offs:</strong> Typical toilet stuff, heavy BDSM<br><strong>O/O thread:</strong> A bit old, but still roughly accurate. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280359.msg13783484#msg13783484)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Slayer [Character Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>02-04-2022, 16:52:49</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220331/6acf4e6a3e0f527d10ac4fa45d410f44.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/62/89/77/628977b3326b7702c5ac65f17feced53.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olena Stormseed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Wavedancer<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Water<br><strong>Apparent Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'9<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 125<br><strong>Hair Color:</strong> Black<br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Lavender<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Basic Description:</strong> Olena is an average height, slender built woman. She is neither curvy or flat. Much of her body is filled with lean muscle from years of training, eating only what was necessary to maintain body functions. The cool tone of her skin gives her a more bluish glow under the full moon. A tattooed inscription of her faith to her village is inscribed along the left center of her back. After consuming the power of her dragon spirit dark and light blue scales cover just the right and left aspect of her shoulder blades and up onto her shoulders, curling into her bicep. <br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> <br><br>Olena is a graceful individual who moves slowly, has a positive but quiet confidence about her aura and will think and speak with poise, charm, dignity, and beauty. She is deliberate in who she is without being pushy.<br><br><strong>Positive:</strong><br>Cultured<br>Independent<br>Intellectual<br><br><strong>Neutral:</strong><br>Quiet<br>Introverted<br>Analytical<br><br><strong>Negative:</strong><br>Blunt<br><br><strong>Backstory:</strong> <br><br>Olena's people inhabit small village where they are surrounded by ocean. A village of warriors and fishermen set in their ways of practice and respect what they were given. Nothing was taken for granted. There had been stories of dragon attacks in long history that the elders told stories about over the course of history. However, as her people worshiped the ocean and the moon goddess for protection did they feel the goddesses would protect them from harm. This was not the case as a dragon released it's wrath upon her village. She, her sister, and a small group of warriors were the ones sent to defend the village but in the fight, even as they injured the dragon, she had lost her sister and in a fit of rage she chased the dragon down and finished it off. She tore out it's heart and brought it back to her family as way to show she had avenged her sister's death. When the elders spoke of the merits of consuming a dragon's heart. Even as she consumed the heart and was gifted the powers she receive there was an emptiness that plagued her by the death of her sister. When she prayed to the moon goddess for her guidance, she left home to find her purpose. Ending up being recruited by the King and fighting for them. <br><br><strong>Crest Location:</strong> Center of her chest<br><br><strong>Dragon Arm:</strong> Splits into two dual blades (like seen in her picture) <br><strong>Dragon Arm Ability:</strong> As it slices into it's enemy; it's able to pull water from it's foe blood, skin, and muscles causing necrosis&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Dragon Mode:</strong> Dragon Mode form (https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/028/815/782/large/emmy-wahlback-web-angor.jpg?1595595195)<br><br><strong>Dragon Magic:</strong> <br><br>★<span class="bbc_u"><em>Absolute Dexterity</em></span> - Limitless dexterity, allowing her to perform amazing feats of finesse, coordination and precision.<br><em><span class="bbc_u">Water Manipulation</span></em> - Has the ability to control water around her, including sweat<br><em><span class="bbc_u">Water Cutting</span></em> - Use water to slice enemies, likes to use it as an extension of her sword skills, allows them to cut through enemies from a distance<br><em><span class="bbc_u">Water Shield Construct</span></em> - Create shields of varying shapes and sizes out of water<br><br><br><strong>Strengths:</strong> <br><br><strong>Mindful</strong> - Life is precious to her and so she is mindful in everything she does. When you talk to her she'll provide you her full attention, she treats others with the same kindness and respect she expect from herself. <br><strong>Thick Skin</strong> - Things rarely bother her unless it is offensive in nature. She finds that being quick to anger will lead her to making mistake and costing people their lives or having power over her. While things might bother her, things she can't control, she is good about keeping a neutral expression throughout.<br><strong>Observant</strong> - Can pick up on little non-verbal cues seen and things that others might miss with a first glance. She is always watching even if it seems like she isn't.<br><strong>Minimalist</strong> - Growing up Olena has learned to value the things she has that sparks joy in her life. For that she can live on very little. After everything has serviced it's purpose and no longer sparks joy. She will thank it and throw it away or donate it. <br><strong>Cooking</strong>- While she isn't a very warm person she enjoys making people happy when they eat the food she makes. Nothing is ever wasted when she is given ingredients. <br><strong>Sewing</strong> - Because she lives a minimalistic life the clothing on she does own she'll fix it over and over before buying something new.<br><br><br><strong>Weaknesses:</strong> <br><br><strong>Prideful </strong>- Sometimes she is too stubborn for her own good. When she is set in her ways it's hard to change her mind unless you provide her with a very good reason.<br><strong>Untrusting </strong>- Until she get to know you; she can come off as cold and untrusting. She will keep everyone at an arms length but when you gain her trust she will have your back no matter what. <br><strong>Independent </strong>- Most likely to try and do things herself than rely on other people for help, in this it makes it hard for her to be a team player because she can't trust others to do it better than herself. "if you want something done right, do it yourself"<br><strong>Introvert</strong> - She was raised to never complain and keep things to herself. For that she won't express if she is in pain or suffering. Since she is the eldest daughter she must remain strong at all times. <br><br><br><strong>On/Offs:</strong> O/O (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=240691.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Slayer [Character Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>03-04-2022, 03:48:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1a/e6/0e/1ae60e596c8bcbf7a239222730da758c.jpg)</div>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/30/fe/f5/30fef5624faf40af9c731116791eadca.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/38/1b/6e381b7a7d83e6b790438965dfb72fd4.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/38/f9/71/38f97138c10e9ba1e8cd7373d2d073e6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Brett Roman<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Height:</strong> 6'2"<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 210 lbs<br><strong>Hair Color:</strong> Brown<br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Hazel<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Basic Description:</strong> Brett has an athletic build and a friendly charm, which makes him very easy to approach and socialize with. When he isn’t bartending (something he does part-time), he can often be seen around campus wearing hoodies, sweatpants, and Crocs. As a bartender, he will often wear somber colors. A button-up, short sleeve shirt, jeans, and some leather shoes. His hair is a light-brown that some believe is dark-blonde and his eyes are a honey-hazel. He always has some hair on his face, and some people may even see him wearing glasses when he isn’t wearing his contacts.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Brett is a listener, which goes well with his bartender side job. He is very easy to talk to that people can find themselves telling him more things than they would any stranger. He is good at keeping secrets, and he has a sense of humor, which borderlines on dark. Some jokes have him going to hell for laughing at them.<br><br>Every morning, Brett heads to the gym to workout since he spends the rest of his day in class, and then in the evening at the bar. He has had to throw out some unruly customers before, and he stays in shape so that he can keep doing it. He’s not a confrontational type, and so throwing people out is the last thing he wants to do. If he has to, he will. Some drunks don’t take him seriously because of his kind-hearted demeanor. They’re normally surprised when they find their asses out on the street.<br><br>Brett naturally tends to be protective of those he cares about. He is a gentleman who will walk someone home if they leave the bar late at night. If there’s ever an emergency, he would be that guy you can call and ask for help. If it’s meant to be a secret (no police involved), then he’ll still help even if it makes him nervous to do so. Even in this day and age, chivalry isn’t dead with this guy.<br><br><strong>Backstory:</strong> Brett grew up on the outskirts of Raven City and attends the University of Technology. His parents are Michael and Joanna Roman, and he has a sister in high school named Kayla Roman. He and his sister grew up on his parent’s farm. Brett, being the older brother, was introduced to his protective responsibilities early on. It has since carried over with some of his friends. He was always big and strong throughout school, and he was often teased about his farm life by his teachers and classmates. When he finished high school and the broad doors of life opened, Brett wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. All he knew was that he liked working out and staying in shape, and so he curiously applied to UoT. His career counselor helped him build an academic pathway toward Physical Therapist, and while he enjoys his classes, he doesn't look forward to paying for it all at the end. He has since moved into an apartment in Raven City.<br><br><strong>Strengths:</strong> <br><br><span class="bbc_u">Brave</span> - Brett is nonconfrontational, but when he needs to be brave, he will defy his own nature. Emotions of fear, adrenaline, and determination mix into a cocktail that empowers him to act even when he doesn't want to.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Protective</span> - Brett has a habit of becoming protective over his friends. If he gets to know them well, he won't allow any nay-sayers to say anything negative about them. He doesn't like feeling helpless, and so if he sees an innocent in danger, he will step in.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Mediator and Counselor</span> - Sometimes people just misunderstand each other. He will often hear his friends out and help them come to an understanding. He doesn't like drama, especially in his apartment. He tries to help people figure out a solution to their problems and make a decision good enough for them.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Physically Fit</span> - He remains disciplined in his workout schedules. Even on days where he just wants to stay in bed.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Physical Therapy</span> - He's been learning some techniques to ease muscle aches and tension. He will learn more down the line.<br><br><strong>Weaknesses:</strong><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Nonconfrontational</span> - Brett is the person who would rather pretend that he didn't see anything happen. He doesn't know the complete story. What if interfering means he is getting into someone's business and that person doesn't want him involved? Several anxiety-spurred thoughts enter his head, making him want to just mind his business until he can't no more.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Wears glasses</span> - Brett is near-sighted and will often be seen wearing glasses if he doesn't have his contacts in. If he doesn't have his contacts or his glasses on, then he is lost in the sauce.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Human Weaknesses</span> - He has the mortality of a regular human being.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Law-abiding citizen</span> - Breaking the law has never been on his mind. Having to do so intentionally is his worst nightmare. He doesn't want to be involved with cops and he doesn't want to go to jail for anybody!<br><br><strong>On/Offs:</strong> O/O (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=168823.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Slayer [Character Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>03-04-2022, 03:49:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/jjCig7W.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/Knh2xBj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Destrian Brand<br><strong>Alias:</strong> The Burning<br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Fire<br><strong>Apparent Age:</strong> early 30s<br><strong>Height:</strong> 6’1”<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 185 lbs<br><strong>Hair Color:</strong> Brown<br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Brown<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Basic Description:</strong> Des is a six-foot-one, one-hundred and eighty-five pound Avantasian-Human male with brown, short feathered hair singed and missing in patches along the sides and nape. His right eye is pearly-white and left a dark brown. Parts of his muscular body are covered in wavy, burn scars. Half of his lower jaw was near burnt to nothing, and became replaced by rows of clenched, dragon-like teeth after he consumed the dragon heart. His tongue became black and pointed, capable of extending passed his chin.<br><br>His knight armor is steel plate, and he wears coverings to hide his unsightly features. In modern times, people would say Des has RBF (when they can see his face), which doesn’t make him appear any friendlier. Most of his pre-burning scars had been melted in his own flesh, but in the parts of his flesh still unburned, they remain. Beneath his shoulder blades and down the small of his back are red, ruby-like dragon scales.<br><br>His body temperature is higher than a human’s. He describes his stomach to be like an incinerator. Anything that enters it burns as fuel rather than sits and digests.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Des has been through very hard times. He had a short childhood, and he didn’t have much room for hopes and aspirations. He grew up doing what he needed to do to survive, and he regrets nothing. He believes life dealt him a bad hand. Nothing more. Des doesn’t like to talk about his past before the knighthood. Frankly, he feels the only reason the King accepted him was because he had the power of a Dragon Slayer, and he couldn’t afford to make anymore enemies with such a power. Like the theme of his life, he joined the knighthood to survive, and it was better than sitting in a dungeon. He doesn’t care about atonement, pride, or honor. He is in it for himself.<br><br>Des is a quiet type. He isn’t used to being social. Before becoming a Dragon Slayer, he was a criminal. After becoming one, his transformation made him into a freak. He avoided social gatherings and doesn’t show his face without his coverings for he grows tired of the negative reactions to his face and body. To cope with it, he prefers either to be alone or not talk about it.<br><br>The flaming heart he consumed burned all the way down to his stomach. When he speaks, his voice is quite gravelly as though his vocal cords never properly healed. He can be quite sarcastic and rude, but beneath that crispy exterior, is a sense of humor. When Des is angry or preparing for combat, his body erupts in flame. The flames leave his scars and extend from his pearly eye like a banner.<br><br><strong>Backstory:</strong> <br><br>Destrian Brand was born into an abusive household. His father, Aldric, was an alcoholic who spent more time drinking at the tavern than earning money for the home. He was once a successful sellsword until the dragons appeared and made Avantasia a miserable place. Money had been good when it was Man vs. Man. As soon as it became Man vs. Dragon, kingdoms only wanted to hire any warrior dumb enough to try and slay a dragon. In Aldric’s mind, the world was ending. <em>His</em> world was ending, and he was too much of a coward to escape it.<br><br>Destrian’s mother, Irene, worked whatever job she could find to feed her only son in her husband’s absence. Whatever money she saved, Aldric stole to spend on spirits, and whenever he and Irene had an argument, he raised his hand against her. Despite the toxic atmosphere, Irene never ran away with Destrian as much as she contemplated doing it. Every now and then, Aldric would return balling his eyes out and apologizing for his behavior, creating a repetitive situation of love-hate she didn’t have the strength to escape.<br><br>When Destrian became old enough to understand instructions, the weight of saving the family was dumped onto his little shoulders. Whatever money he made, his mother would take and reward him with his favorite dessert, a slice of Pale Apple Pie. Destrian always looked forward to his dessert until the day he came home to see his parents fighting. Aldric, upon noticing him, stormed over and wrenched the coins from his hands. Destrian angrily yelled at his father knowing that he worked hard for the money and wouldn’t get any pie if he didn’t give it to Irene. For talking back, Aldric gave Destrian his first slap, and it became easier after. The boy hadn’t known that Irene had been trying to keep it a secret from Aldric that he was the one bringing her money. Aldric decided to take advantage of his son, putting the stress on him to return with coin.<br><br>Out of fear of returning home empty-handed, Destrian started stealing whenever his jobs didn’t pay enough. He became proficient at it, but he lived in a small town and it only took time for the townsfolk to start banging on the Brands' door. Other people had to make a living too, and Destrian was making their lives just as hard with his stealing. The town demanded compensation and a stressed Aldric didn’t know how to pay them all back. It was either chop off Destrian’s hands or…<br><br>Aldric took the boy into the dark one evening not wanting to awaken Irene. Destrian was frightened and confused, and after miles of walking, he was handed to a stranger with a prison wagon. His father was given a sack of coins, and he never saw his family again.<br><br>Destrian spent his child to teenage life as a slave. He worked for his master because his master clothed and fed him. He worked until he became stronger and smarter to realize he no longer needed his current life. Destrian escaped, and unsure how to live a free life, he resorted to his old thieving skills. He continued to steal until he became hunted by the guard. He had wanted posters out for his arrest. He had been captured in a prison carriage a few times, and each time he didn’t go in ill-prepared. He was a notorious escape artist, but every time he was captured by a new guard across the country. New carriages; new bindings; things he hadn’t seen before. It became a game for him to figure out how to escape before the carriage reached its final destination.<br><br>Cat and mouse became a game of kill or be killed. As he became older, the guards didn’t seem him as just some boy anymore. He was a man, and no longer deserved leniency. Destrian often had to fight his way out of a situation, but there was one day—one he would never forget nor be allowed to forget—the day the red dragon, Jamrot (Yam’rot) freed him.<br><br>It hadn’t been intentional. The prison carriage had passed through the dragon’s territory and the creature happened to have been prowling overhead in the clouds. The dragon descended like a burning ship. Fire billowed and burst about its body, leaking from its eyes, nose, and mouth. Jamrot landed over the road, causing the jailers to flee with the smell of piss and shit wafting from their trousers. The beast opened its mouth and hosed the land with its fire. Destrian stretched out as flat as he could upon the carriage floor. The horses drawing the wagon were cooked medium-rare and still alive! In the horses’ agony and craze, the carriage tipped over and was dragged across the road, tearing apart until Destrian rolled free.<br><br>Quickly, he fled to hide nearby walls of flame. He saw the bodies of the guards charred upon the ground. A quick glance at the dragon, and he noticed Jamrot became distracted by the running horses. Destrian was convinced that the god wouldn’t let him escape alive. After it consumed the horses, he wouldn’t be able to run fast enough to escape its flight. With shaking hands and panicked breath, Destrian realized that he would have to try and kill it. It was him or it. If he was lucky, he might eat from its heart. It had seemed like a story—an old slave’s tale. He didn’t have much of a choice. He had to try it.<br><br>Destrian removed a long sword from the guard’s hip and swiftly sprinted over to the dragon. He kept his steps light like a thief! Jamrot was smashing the horses beneath its claws like a cat toying with a mouse. Its back was turned! He need only be wary of his whipping tail. Destrian passed between its hind legs, limbs wider than the pillars of a temple. Its abdomen was arched and chest curved and low to the ground, granting him easy access. Destrian waited for the dragon to consume the second horse before he drove the blade into the creature’s chest with all his might.<br><br>The sword passed through as though he might have been lucky to pass between its ribs. The dragon reared in startle and stomped about in a panic. Destrian released the sword and scrambled to evade the dragon’s thrashing. He feared the sword not being enough, but as he continued to watch the dragon squirm about, he saw it eject a stream of fire into the air. The dragon’s death throes were like an earthquake forcing Destrian to his rear. Its tail whipped, legs kicked, and head beat the earth as fire continued to spray from its mouth. The thief eventually noticed the build up of pressure in the creature’s chest. The dragon had been trying to alleviate it, but the imbalance created by the sword caused it to swell like a balloon. The sound of the dragon’s ribs cracking, Destrian felt in his own bones. He frantically stood and tried to escape, but with a loud explosion the god’s body scattered.<br><br>Its hot, golden blood splashed Destrian and burned through his clothes and flesh. To this day, he couldn’t recall the suffering as though his mind had repressed it all, but he remembered hearing himself scream. He had never heard himself scream in such a manner before. Destrian laid on the ground paralyzed from the excruciating pain caused by his burns. The pain made him delirious. He remembered only screaming while simultaneously thinking he was going to die.<br><br>Fortune; fate; whatever it was. The dragon’s heart landed like a sack of rice next to him and rolled across the grass. It glowed like a coal in a forge and pulsed with residual life. He had to get to it. If the old man was right, then he had a chance to live. If he was wrong, then he was a dead man any way. Destrian desperately crawled to the organ and upon grasping it, smoke rose from his hands as his skin began to burn. It had been like grasping a pot over a fire. He couldn’t retract his hands even if he wanted for they became melted to it. Destrian, with tears spilling from his eyes, bit into the heart’s flesh. Jamrot’s lava-like blood welled against his mouth, burning his lips and jaw. The piece of tissue felt as though it dragged like a knife down his throat, causing Destrian to finally faint.<br><br>Destrian awoke feeling a wooden staff being jabbed against his back. It was night, and a traveling couple had found his bare ass lying next to the corpse of Jamrot. The heart had lost its glow like a coal gone cold. He was no longer in pain. Destrian grasped his face, immediately feeling the monstrous teeth that occupied half his jaw. With a hand remaining clasped over his mouth in horror, he carefully rose to his feet and faced the couple who whimpered and screamed at the sight of him. What happened? They had called him a monster. Monster?! His body felt hot. Hotter than it had ever been, and in his apprehension, he combusted, causing the couple to flee back to their wagon. Looking back on it, Destrian would have found the scene comical for he chased after the couple while on fire, pleading for their help. They only urged their horses to flee faster to escape him.<br><br>It had taken Destrian the entire night to get over the shock of his transformation. In the morning, knights had surrounded the corpse of Jamrot and were conducting an investigation. Each one tried to eat a piece of the cold and decomposing heart, but only received emesis and the shits. They couldn’t figure out how the dragon had died due to the mess and wondered if it had been a natural death. Gods could die naturally? Unheard of!<br><br>Destrian had been too afraid to show himself and knew that a bounty still remained on his head. He remained in hiding until he found survival too difficult a challenge. Driven by hunger and a need to care for himself, Destrian eventually turned himself in. He was imprisoned for two weeks until word reached some king in charge of a special knighthood that slayed dragons. The guards released him from the dungeon and armed escorted him to the king. It was at this castle before this king that his story began as a Dragon Slayer.<br><br><strong>Crest Location:</strong> The side of his neck<br><br><strong>Dragon Arm:</strong> A medium spear with a coal-black tip. The tip of the spear will turn from red to white as it heats up.<br><br><strong>Dragon Arm Ability:</strong> <em>Flameheart</em> – Des will draw the spear back slowly like an archer pulling on the string of a bow. The spearhead will begin brightly burning, causing the air to ripple until it combusts with wisps of lashing flame. With rocket-like propulsion, the spear is launched at a dragon to detonate on impact.<br><br><strong>Dragon Mode:</strong> Destrian will become engulfed in his own flame, and his body will sprout thick, blade-like scaling. Any humanity burns away to reveal a skeleton and a draconic morphology. His body continues to burn in this form and his fire only gets hellishly-hot. [Reference (https://i.imgur.com/m3EiITB.jpg)]<br><br><strong>Dragon Magic:</strong><br><br>★<span class="bbc_u">Fire</span>: There is no fire hotter than Destrian’s. When pushed beyond his limits, Des can generate a heat near hotter than the brightest star. He controls the radius of his heat. He can cause grasses and clothing lacking flame-resistance to combust in his presence along with other flammable gases and liquids.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Flame Body</span>: Destrian can turn his body into flame. Objects will pass through his body like passing through a blaze. This body also causes him to burn on contact.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Flame Shield</span>: Destrian creates a shield of heat that burns objects to nothing that attempt to pass through it. He can wield the shield alongside his Dragon Arm.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Burning Momentum</span>: Destrian can apply propulsion to kicks, punches, leaps, and sprints. Fire will erupt around the limbs being boosted.<br><br><strong>Strengths:</strong><br><br><span class="bbc_u">High Pain Tolerance</span>: Physically; emotionally; this man has been <em>burned</em> in so many ways.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Survivor</span>: At the end of the day, if he had to choose between him and someone else, whether it be friend or enemy. It’s going to be him.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Accuracy</span>: He isn’t the best there is, but he’ll make 90% count.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Expert Spearman</span>: Destrian knew how to swing and thrust a sword, but the knighthood felt he was more proficient with a spear. It was the basic weapon of any trainee, and with his flame techniques, Destrian learned to take it to a whole new level.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Thief</span>: He grew up picking pockets and robbing people blind. It’s wrong, but he’s good at it.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Escape Artist</span>: Never judge a book by its cover. He may not be attractive, but he isn’t stupid. He knows how to escape bindings and most prisons.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Brawler</span>: He may not know any martial arts beyond the spear, but he does know how to pummel someone he doesn’t like.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Hot Temperatures/Climates</span>: The less work he has to use to keep warm, the better. Hot climates and hot days increase the intensity of his flames.<br><br><br><strong>Weaknesses:</strong><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Anti-Social</span>: Des isn’t used to being social with people. It is unusual to him, and so he may rather stay quiet and observant than chime into any on-going conversation. He also isn’t a fan of social gatherings.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">No real hobbies</span>: Because of Des’s background, he didn’t really have much of a life growing up that wasn’t spent trying to survive on the streets or sitting in a dungeon somewhere. His hobbies could basically be considered illegal such as everything to deal with stealing from others and devising strategies to break out of prison. There is…maintaining proficiency with his spear…(<del>work-related not hobby</del>).<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Water</span>: Water can create a ton of steam and lower the temperature of his attacks. While he can generate enough heat that water wouldn’t be too much of a problem, it still can make an annoying screen that blinds others. Not to mention the steam can be scalding to others.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Wind</span>: A strong wind could change the trajectory of his archery attacks. It can also scatter his flames as well as his Flame Body, forcing him to have to regain control of them. The wind sucks.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Physical Appearance</span>: He’s not the most handsome Dragon Slayer on the team. He knows he’s hard to look at. That’s why he keeps his face covered. He probably can’t go out in public without sunglasses and a scarf to hide his face.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Apple Pie</span>: It reminds him of his mother, and of course, a homemade pie always tastes good!<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Ice/Cold Climate</span>: It lowers his temperature and the strength of his attacks, forcing him to have to expend more energy than normal to keep up the heat.<br><br><strong>On/Offs:</strong> O/O (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=168823.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Slayer [Character Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senator</strong> on <strong>03-04-2022, 18:11:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/735724969740206132/960122781750681640/unknown.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br>Mingzhu, Jin<br><br><strong>Alias:</strong> <br>The Apex Predator<br><br><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> <br>Beast<br><br><strong>Apparent Age:</strong> 21<br><br><strong>Height:</strong><br>160cm<br><br><strong>Weight:</strong><br>45kg<br><br><strong>Hair Color:</strong><br>Light blonde<br><br><strong>Eye Color:</strong><br>Green<br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong><br>Bisexual<br><br><strong>Basic Description:</strong><br>Mingzhu has a flat chest and a slim, slender build that one could compare to a stick. Even her limbs are comparable to twigs. Her complexion is very pale for someone who is outdoors often. She ties her frost white hair up into buns, sitting atop a face that sports emerald eyes and a tiny mouth. She wears what resembles an Earth cheongsam - combat attire that isn’t exactly known for being heavy. She does not wear shoes.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong><br>Mingzhu was once bright and peppy, and too much time in the wild hasn’t really changed that. She is curious and energetic, and is happy to make a friend. She doesn’t understand boundaries or social cues due to spending too much time in the wild, and her time with the King’s Knights hasn’t really changed that. In fact, everyone remembers that she showed up stark naked when applying to be one of the King’s Slayers - it wasn’t embarrassing for her at all, even if everyone else had second-hand embarrassment.<br><br>Mingzhu is protective of those she trusts, and will do what she can to protect them. She is driven to do that because she needs an outlet for her training and strength, a newfound need to protect the weak. She is still confused about her philosophy, mostly because she doesn't think much.<br><br><strong>Backstory:</strong><br>Mingzhu was born in one of Avantasia’s many civilizations - the Fanron Centre. She was born to a pair of farmers in the more rural parts of the civilization. It was said that the civilization was born when its legendary namesake, the Fanron, split into four lesser dragons with the shape of beasts and controlled the very elements to create it before sealing themselves away in four directions. Mingzhu was always curious about this thrilling tale, and wondered if she could acquire this power.<br><br>As such, she left home to pursue this power. There was some part of her that didn't know if she would ever return. She was still young, but she knew she had to achieve something via a journey. As such, she spent time in the vast wildnerness with nature as her only friend. She meditated, trained her fists against hard trees, grew fast growing grass to repeatedly jump over every day, hunted beasts and built fires with her own bare hands. She trained herself to sense all around her, and to further enhance her senses, she chose to lose her shoes so that she could learn to sense the ground beneath her.<br><br>As this took literal years of her life, it was inevitable that she would begin to outgrow her one and only set of clothes. Since it constricted her and it was ripping at the seams, she decided to rip them off and use them to ignite a fire one day. She felt shame at first, but over time, as she was far from people and civilization, she had grown accustomed to being naked like an animal, and much like how her bare feet allowed her to feel the ground, her bare body allowed her to feel the wind and movement of all around her. <br><br>Slowly but surely, she was ready for the trials of the four lesser dragons. She had trained her body and her senses.<br><br>They were the Turtle, who inherited the Fanron’s scales; the Peacock, who inherited Fanron’s authority over the skies; the Tiger, who inherited the Fanron’s ferociousness; the Serpent, who inherited Fanron’s shape. She defeated them one at a time, failing a few. With each one she fought and killed with her fists and her martial arts, she obtained a quarter of the Fanron’s soul from their hearts.<br><br>It was when she had the whole thing that she truly awakened the Fanron’s power inside her, unified once more.<br><br>Acquiring this power, Mingzhu set out for others like her, feeling that her training was not done yet. That was when she found the King's Dragon Slayers and joined them, and that was a first day no one could forget.<br><br><strong>Crest Location:</strong><br>Navel<br><br><strong>Dragon Arm:</strong><br>Jade Resonance - A blade that takes the form of a jade comb (https://static.wixstatic.com/media/b97502_02f1698cb99b4f32a5044e050c0268fb~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_300,h_200,q_90/b97502_02f1698cb99b4f32a5044e050c0268fb~mv2.jpg) embedded in Mingzhu's hair. When in active combat form, it grows a hilt to hold.<br><br><strong>Dragon Arm Ability:</strong><br>The Jade Resonance has the ability to grow and shrink, with its mass proportional to its size.<br><br><strong>Dragon Mode:</strong> <br>Link to image. (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/735724969740206132/960195296950882354/unknown.png)<br>The typical Eastern Dragon is traditionally described to be a chimeric fusion of various beast traits - the scales of a fish, the body of a serpent, the talons of a falcon, the nose of a pig, the antlers of a deer and so on, so what better form than that? The use of wingless flight eliminates that weak point, so that’s a bonus.<br><br><strong>Dragon Magic:</strong><br>Partial Beast Shifting ★ - She is able to alter parts of her body into parts of an animal. Aside from simple things like altering a limb into another limb, she can alter a limb into a tail, and manifest a shell as a shield, so on. It is through this that she can partially manifest her dragon form.<br><br>Full Beast Shifting - Can completely transform her entire body into that of another animal.<br><br>The Sixth Sense - Inheriting the power of beasts, all her senses are greatly increased, as if she has a sixth sense. Any one sense is as good as the others combined. Her lack of shoes allow her to sense the ground the same way beasts react to tsunamis or earthquakes.<br><br>Split into flock - Can disperse into flock or packs of animals, though how many depends on size of each and the like. If practiced, the flock can be bigger, and it may be possible for this ability to turn into outright self-replication. While at first this ability is limited to one type of animal per flock, advancement of the ability will allow the user to manifest as different animals at once.<br><br><strong>Strengths:</strong> <br>She has good vitality and perseverance.<br>She is an excellent martial artist<br><br><strong>Weaknesses:</strong> <br>As one who has spent too much time alone, she is socially awkward and doesn’t understand social cues.<br><br><strong>Ons:</strong><br>Exhibitionism<br><br><strong>OKs:</strong><br>Multiple partners<br><br><strong>Offs:</strong><br>Toiletplay, toys, heavy BDSM.<br><br><strong>Other Information:</strong><br>She isn’t used to clothes and would rather be naked, so as a compromise she’s permitted to not wear shoes and wears light clothes as opposed to thick hulking armour. She even has an official no shoes license. Joy!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Slayer [Character Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senator</strong> on <strong>03-04-2022, 18:12:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/735724969740206132/960137033282646036/unknown.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br>Sakuya, Tachibana<br><br><strong>Apparent Age:</strong><br>18<br><br><strong>Height:</strong><br>170cm<br><br><strong>Weight:</strong><br>65kg<br><br><strong>Hair Color:</strong><br>Black<br><br><strong>Eye Color:</strong><br>Red<br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong><br>Heterosexual<br><br><strong>Basic Description:</strong><br>Sakuya is of a very lean build with few to no muscles, coated by a black outfit consisting of a buttoned shirt and pants. His signature trait are his rimmed spectacles. He is seen wearing black shoes<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong><br>Sakuya is a no-nonsense kind of guy who expects work to be done on time, whether it be his or others. He places more pressure on himself than others, often stressing himself out and studying overtime. He can come off as rude, bossy and possibly even arrogant. He’s geared himself to a life of learning, choosing to isolate, so his lack of understanding and lack of friends as a whole has made him a bit bitter, even if unintentional.<br><br>Sakuya’s familial financial issues have made him more desperate for money than most. While he won’t kill another person directly, he would certainly rat someone out for money, not without a bargain first. He is selfish and will only help if he sees that something is to his or his family’s gain.<br><br><strong>Backstory:</strong><br>Sakuya has been a diligent hard worker even as a kid. Ever since his father died and his mother had been working hard for him, he knew he had to fill a certain hole his father left - he needed to make ends meet, earn money so that his mother could keep a smile for a longer time.<br><br>He set himself to studying relentlessly from that day. His constant need to do so had turned him into a cold recluse who rejected friendship and prioritized knowledge. This allowed him to ace tests, examinations and the like, but at a cost.<br><br>He’s currently past the last year of high school, and is now looking to enter a good college so that he can finally get that job. Maybe he’ll find it sooner than he thinks?<br><br><strong>Strengths:</strong> <br>As an avid self-studier, Sakuya is knowledgeable in many fields. He’s good with assorted trivia.<br>Sakuya has good research ability, and can find a lot about something he has never heard of with enough time.<br><br><strong>Weaknesses:</strong> <br>Communication<br>Actual practical application of aforementioned fields.<br><br><strong>Ons:</strong> Doggy Style; Missionary<br><br><strong>Offs:</strong> Toilet Play; Toys<br>
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