Dragon War High Fantasy RP [CLOSED]

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  1. Male
  2. Female
  3. Nonbinary
  4. Transgender
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Fantasy, Scifi, Action, Romance, LGBT, Horror, Mystery, Paranormal. I'm sure there are more, I'm just too lazy to look everything up.

"The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting."

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For the last five-hundred years the continent of Halbernon has been at war. Eight kingdoms of humans, elves, dwarves and other such races have banded together to defend against the dragon onslaught, driven by the mad black dragon Dagmar himself. As new generations come and go, however, mindsets begin to change; the primarily human kingdom of Oneac does not wish to fight the dragons any longer.

The Cloud Accord is drafted, revised, and finalized into a peace treaty meant to not only call off the war, but make allies of dragons and the eight kingdoms. Not all kingdoms are pleased with this idea, and a majority of them are doubtful the dragons will even agree. In order for the kingdoms to sign the accord, the kingdom of Oneac must acquire Dagmar's signature first. If the leader of dragons agrees, the rest will follow.


Dagmar, however, is not so simple.


A delegation party is set out on a mission of diplomacy to meet with each of Dagmar's dragon generals, hoping that with their aid they can convince the black dragon that peace is the better option. If they return home, the brave heroes - or failures - will likely never be the same again, for they will face...


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...danger in their safest havens...

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...unexpected allies...

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...the consequences of failure...

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...and, hopefully, the sweetness of victory.

It is up to the delegation to save the realm, but can they do it? Comprised of tinkerers, magisters, warriors, diplomats, and even simple civilians, only time will tell.

Time and a lot of luck.
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This RP focuses on the delegation party, comprised of our OCs, and their quest to bring the dragon war to an end. The characters can be any age above 20 years old; they can know each other prior to being selected for the delegation, or they can be strangers; and they can be any race of the 8 kingdoms listed. OCs can also be from kingdoms that are not primarily their own race. Accepting 4 to 5 people, not including myself. Duplicate races are allowed, but try to be diverse.

I will be the only one playing more than 1 OC, simply because my characters are susceptible to death and yours are not. Depending on what happens in the roleplay, some of my characters may die. I like drama and angst, so... <3
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Rules
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  1. Adhere to Iwaku rules & guidelines at ALL times.​
  2. If you have any questions, suggestions, concerns, comments, etc. regarding the story please private message me. The RP is already roughly outlined, but I'm open to ideas and if there is something you want to see happen, let me know!​
  3. While I'm totally supportive of (within reason) IC drama, you must be respectful and friendly in OOC chat. If you can't respect your fellow roleplay partners, that's not acceptable.​
  4. Do not join if you can't commit. We will be posting in rounds, with one GM post to progress the story forward every 3 days. This gives people time to post their reactions/actions/responses/etc.​
  5. Subplot romance is totally fine. Again, just make sure it's consensual. If you wish to romance any of my characters, do know that while player OCs will not die in this, mine can and some probably will.​
  6. If you fall behind I will try to move you forward in the GM posts with simple summary. ("So and so followed them down the stream" or whatever.) Try not to fall too far behind, because otherwise it'll be difficult to catch you up and play off your character's disappearance.​
  7. 2 consecutively missed posts will result in a nudge. 5 consecutively missed posts will result in your removal from the roleplay. We'll say your character got lost, went missing, etc. That being said, you can come back if you want - but you'll need my permission to do so and, at that point, you'll need to PM me to discuss it.​
  8. Minimum 2 paragraph responses, please.​
  9. Now, if you've read the rules, tell us what your OC's theme song would be at the end of your CS. (When I get the CS up)​

So... anyone interested? :D

OOC/Sign Up Thread
 
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Hyup. I'm still trying to pin down a character. ^^ Anyone interested in having a Changeling guard (they or someone they knew) hired in the past? Or maybe traveling to whatever their meeting point is?

Also, is it that our characters helped make the agreement for the Cloud Accord? Or did the respective rulers do that (or some other delegate)? And then now our characters are coming together to bring it to the dragons?
 
Hyup. I'm still trying to pin down a character. ^^ Anyone interested in having a Changeling guard (they or someone they knew) hired in the past? Or maybe traveling to whatever their meeting point is?

Also, is it that our characters helped make the agreement for the Cloud Accord? Or did the respective rulers do that (or some other delegate)? And then now our characters are coming together to bring it to the dragons?

Since I got the numbers mixed up, my third CS is actually going to not be introduced late. Gonna make a merfolk ^~^ He's gonna be clumsy on land and have, like, no idea how to fight - but be one heck of a smooth talker. And extremely wealthy. Perhaps he hired a changeling to guard him on his way to Oneac, where everyone is meeting? (And just protect him in general, since Illusion magic can only do so much.)


And it's only the leaders who made the Cloud Accord. Since they can't risk their lives by going themselves (they have kingdoms to run, after all) they came together and chose the most eligible candidates across Halbernon, which are our OCs.
 
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  • Full Name:
    Duras Gall

    Nicknames:
    General

    Gender:
    Male. Man? Political correctness....

    Sexuality:
    Straight

    Race:
    Orc

    Age:
    53

    Kingdom of Origin:
    Torhal

    Weapons:
    Steel sword and axe. Himself.

    School of Magic (only 1 and if applicable):
    N/A




  • Skin:
    Dark grey to pale black

    Height:
    6 feet

    Body Type:
    Muscular.

    Weight:
    400 pounds? 600? It all muscle really.

    Hair:
    Black beard along with hair with some missing locks.

    Eyes:
    Brown to black pits

    Scars, tattoos, warpaint, etc:
    A wide variety of scars throughout his body.





  • Good Traits:
    Level headed. Honorable to a point.

    Bad Traits:
    Not a people person. Blunt. Easily annoyed.

    Fears:
    Showing weakness.

    Quirks & habits:
    Takes a deep breath through the nose and out the mouth when frustrated. Occasionally tends to break things when angry.

    Skills & talents:
    Weapon master and Battle Master. Brute strength and endurance. Military strategist. Knows basic first aid. Tends to do short but quick movements.

    Likes:
    Competence. Strong resolve. Strength. Conviction. Meat.

    Dislikes:
    Incompetence. Indecision. Cowards. Over politeness. Self doubt. The cold.



  • (clear with other characters first)​
    - TBD
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  • Personal History:
    His privilege was the dirt. Only ambition kept him company in the dark. Born into nothing, The first thing Duras remembered was the chains. Of how he had apparently been sold into slavery when he was too young to remember because he was considered a runt. And while weak in orc standards, he was decent enough by human standards. He was a slave of a renegade group of bandits of the Oneac kingdom for years. With only his first name known to him, he worked his days on anything and everything that needed to be done. From simple debris moved around to fighting pits against others for his owners profit, he did it all. He was being worked as he would eventually be sold to his own people. What few other orc slaves there were ignored him for the most part. It was only when he took down another orc did he gain some attention. From there he was put into more pit fights won more and more of them. Channeling anything and everything he felt into the fights. It was in his early twenties that he not just escaped, but freed all the other slaves, orcs and otherwise, and killing the owners. It was from there word spread of the once grunt orc that freed a encampment of slaves. He did similar things to other encampments he ran into. It was about a year later that he came upon his people's home. He remembered little if anything about his origins so it was all knew to him. Though much appealed to him, the slavery did not. It was from not even as a soldier put a "slave" in his people's fighting pits did he rise through the ranks and dawn the mantle of General. He was both feared and respected. Through him orcs or any race however uncommon it happened were allowed to join the army in order to escape slavery. He sired four children, all of which are females. The mother having died in battle against the dragons. The first a lieutenant, the second a warrior, another a blacksmith and the last a wanderer/outcast.


    Job Prior to the Delegation:
    General to Commander Grutt. He sees to the military competence of the orc people. From defending land to expanding it.


    Miscellaneous Info:
    Has a philosophical side which has shaped his life and beliefs. Do not. Anger him.



 
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Music. Yes. Will edit that in soon.

He looks great! Super excited to have a battle-hardened orc on the team ^~^ Good luck with the theme song! Took me forever to find Jojin's, and I'm not exactly happy with hers... (Might change it before IC starts. Not sure yet.)

Anywho... The map of Halbernon is almost complete! I should have it finished tomorrow. (All that is left is to add the terrain decorations and buildings, etc.) Will be making maps of dragon country (each general has his/her own territory) as we go. @Baddamobs Perhaps Rictus could provide some of the maps ICly, if he's ever traveled deep into dragon country?

I'll also be providing basic information that everyone would know about Dagmar and his generals, as well as dragons in general. It will be stored on Discord, along with the basic lore of Halbernon and its ten kingdoms. Since Rictus is a goblin, @Baddamobs will get a more in-depth bio of them via PM that Rictus can share (or not, up to him) ICly.

------- NOTICE -------

I'm hoping to start this Friday night, EST timezone, which will give everyone (more or less) the weekend to get their replies in~. If we can't start Friday, I'm aiming for Sunday at the latest. (Replying on Mondays and whatnot is never fun, but I don't want to wait too long to get the ball rollin'.)

GM posts will always be at night (EST timezone) every three days, unless otherwise specified ahead of time.

Once we get the Discord started up (I'll be PMing everyone the links tonight) then we can chat OOCly there. If Discord isn't an option for you, that's totally okay. PM me and we'll figure something out~

Aaaaand... I think that's it for the announcements! If you have any questions or concerns, don't hesitate to ask ^~^
 
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I have military duties so I will see what I can do but most likely that means sunday or monday for a post from me :P
 

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Full Name: Tyrian Wranric
Nicknames: Nilia Feredir - Meaning "My Hunter" from Layana
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Human
Age: 27
Kingdom of Origin: Oneac, Spent 10 years in Elloris
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Weapons: A Bladed Longbow, Shortsword, Throwing Daggers
School of Magic: Destruction, FIRE
Appearance: Rough and Handsome features
Skin: Course lightly tanned
Height: 6'1
Body Type: Athletic, Fit, Toned
Weight: 190
Hair: Black
Eyes: Pear Green
Scars, tattoos, warpaint, etc: Large diagonal scar across his face, Moderate battle scars along chest and back, Dragon shaped tribal tattoo on his left hand, Courageous written in elvish along the back of his right shoulder
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Personality
Good Traits: Courageous, Brave, Bold, Charismatic, Romantic, Intelligent, Agile, Cunning, Passionate, Loyal
Bad Traits: Sarcastic, Possessive, Self Sacrificing, Burdened, Proud to an extent, Impulsive, Mischievous at times, Stubborn
Fears: Losing Layana or not getting to be with her in the way he desires, Failing either the human or elven kingdoms, Living a meaningless life
Quirks & habits: Cards games/Gambling, Knife tricks, bounces his knee when anxious/bored/suspicious
Skills & talents: Fire Magic, Bow, Knives, One handed blade use, Diplomacy, Persuasion, Detecting Motive, Lockpicking/Pickpocketing, Street and Elven Martial tactics
Likes: Gambling, Climbing, Bows, Cooking, Swimming, A good drink, The Rain, Traveling, Tales of mythical creatures and the Dragons of the world, Birds of Prey
Dislikes: Dancing (But is a natural at it), Cowards, The distance between the Elven and Human lands

Relationships
- Layana Batesha Lebariea, Childhood friend and Romantic Interest
- WIP
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Background - Street Rat, Wanderer, Orphan. Trained Ranger

Personal History

As early as Tyrian could remember he walked the common and poor streets of the cities of Oneac to the scattered plains to the populated and dense woodlands that he found quite an allure to. The cities were pleasant as it could get with the poor stature he held. An orphan...with no form of existence. No way to shine in the world that waited not for a soul. He would often wonder in his silent moments about his family but there was truly no time but to keep moving forward. When he was young he would steal a small fruit or grain here or there. Rarely getting caught as he seemed far too friendly a face and also learned quickly how to be fast but silent on his feet. There were others like him that helped slightly with the hardships and loneliness this life had placed on him. A small circle of child thieves it was. But no family of his.

As he grew, his desire for real change in his life led to developing and being in search of honest work and skills for him to learn from to use to progress his life further. Gathering, running around town, a few apprenticeships here or there. Of all of these his favorite ones were anything to do with the wildlands or the ability to hunt the animals and predators of the wilds. Even now his imagination and desire to travel and explore held true. Just before he would hit his teen years a blessing or sorts would come from within young Tyrian and he would realize he held quite a gift with destruction magic, especially that of fire. Another pastime and hobby to weld off his time. Toying with the small flames and shapes he could conjure with such a gift.

A few more years down the line he would be in the service and work of a decent town butcher and return to the woodlands where his skills with the bow and survival thrived. Checking and furnishing the last of his traps for the day before he heard the soft footsteps of a group in the distance. The sounds of the footsteps seemed synced in a way that was not natural to the wildlife and put the young hunter on his toes and his guard. Climbing with ease into one of the trees while moving and balancing silently along one of the long branches above as he peeked out and downward to behold a traveling group of a kind he head rarely seen. Elves were walking purposefully and gracefully in an organized group along the forest with a familiarity he could relate to. His eyes in awe to the armor and garmants they wore to the weapons they wielded and what caught his eyes the most was the beautiful girl in the center of the formation. The girl seemed to be...human but she held a glow to her that made him find a blush and warmth in his face but he could not find himself the desire to pull his gaze away. Moving ahead along the trees slowly to keep up with the gang in the warm peaceful day that held to them all. His gaze lost in look over the beauty. Why was she with elves? He wondered. She could have been elven...she surely held the beauty and grace of one. Crouching down low along the branches he waited silently and enjoyed this all too plesant distraction. Letting his mind drift to the thought of coming out to meet her...but as brave as he thought himself to be. His body held solid as stone only to gaze upon the sight he was surely never to hold again.

Layana held in a quiet walk between the several armed Elven guards as their footsteps held as quiet as the leaves that fell from the forest tree's above as her bare feet pressed against the warming feel of the soil. Two Elven men held on horseback to either side of them as their hands held occupied to the bows rather then to that of the reins as the horse itself naturally followed lead among the road. One of the rider's gazes passed upwards to the treeline as he sensed movement only to watch a sparrow fly from its perch upon its nest.as he shook his head in dismissal to that alone. Layana brushed her feet in several soft kicks to the ground below her as she sighed softly and pressed her hand closer to her darkened locks to keep her ears hidden from view of anyone who could encounter her and take in the sight of her ears. The ears that held a burdened reminder to her at such a young age that she was still the mistake that her father had created and yet , still loved and adored even though her mother had parted from this world as she sighed lowly and shook the thoughts from her memory as they dared to tighten further on her thoughts. A owl came to fly overhead of them as she looked up in wide eyed wonder to the freedom it held as she smiled faintly as it seemingly hopped across the branch it held in order to near whatever it wanted up there. Her paled green orbs marked upwards as she steadied her breath and allowed herself to stop." M'Lady.. We do not have grounds to be stopping like this..We need to keep going." Her look turned firmly on the armed man as she sighed and spoke." Must I always be forced to never enjoy myself?" She asked only to have her question cut short as the bushes began to rustle heavily as nearly eight armed men came to exit with sly grins upon their mouths as they smirked to each other and then their war cries rang forward as both Elf and Mortal engaged in battle as blades clashed and one could hear the swings open forth cuts that bled.

Layana quickly stumbled backwards as she leaned down and quickly claimed a blade as one neared her as she spun on the heel of her body to spin and bury the blade into the firm hold of his chest. The ragged man staggered and fell back lifeless as the others gained focus to her and cut down two guards as she stood with her blade shakily pointed to them as she pointed her blade at them in challenge." Come at me.. I.. I dare you to fight me!" She said boldly as the small figure of the girl stood tall as the other guards yelled for her to run as two thieves that remained un-occupied charged forth at her as she waited with blade drawn upwards in a defensive stance.

Through his mistified watch of the elves and the young woman that held among them. He nearly felt his heart stop as the elven guard stopped and look very close to his position before Tyrian was able to relax at the fact he was still hidden before an owl burst forth in front of him on the edge of the branch and tilted it's head at him making a soft sound that still nearly sent him tumbling off the branch from the sudden surprise of this new visitor. Looking at the owl now it was a magnificent creature and eyed himself with an equal measure of curiosity as he did to it. "What do you want..." He whispered. "Shoo.." He said making a small shooing motion to which the owl simply repeated the same sound as before and looked further over him. "Odd one aren't ya.." Tyrian whispered before he heard rustling in the foilage below and was able to witness armed thugs or bandits of sorts come into the clearing and immediately attack the elven convoy. Worry quickly taking to his features he did not know what to do before his own body moved into action. Fire forming around his arm before he jumped down from the tree and embedded a dagger deep into the shoulder of one of the two bandits currently charging the girl. Causing the man to scream and fall to the ground as Tyrian twisted the blade and brought him down and caught the immediate attention of the fellow bandit in which instinct once again guided him and he raised his hand to launch a sudden burst of flame at the man and searing him to a crisp. This sudden and intense light and power brought more attention to him but gave the elven guard the distraction they needed to overcome the surprise and odds of numbers against them to quickly turn the tide.

As the battle continued Tyrian found himself backing up in front of her with his weapon drawn and a coil of flame still held to his hand as he stood ready to defend before he turned and looked to her face to face. "I....are you alright?" He asked beginning to offer his hand before an elven spear blocked his path and Tyrian raised his hands immediately in surrender. "Sorry! I...just wanted to make sure she was alright.." He said with only a crack of fear in his voice. The action and weight of this encounter now able to set on his nerves. His gaze lowering past the spear to her. "You are not injured are you?" He asked truly concerned before the same owl from earlier screeched out in a much louder exclamation before landing on his shoulder.

There , she stood shakily upon her two own feet as the blade held firm in grasp as she alone felt the weight of her own life bare down upon her shoulders. She let her look hold steady only to feel her gaze squint ever so slightly until the branches cracked up above her head and the leaves fell in a flooding cascade to reveal an armed boy stationed infront of her as her orbs widened. His dagger was embedded deep into the shoulder blade of one of the charging bandits as he screamed out in a fury of pain as he fell back and began to rise in a shuffle to charge once more at the boy as his next move all but left her in a stage of shock. Fire came to swirl in a snake like demeanor around his arm before he postioned his arm outwards and the fire spurted forth to consume the final two that remained as the other guards regained their ground and footing once again as she found her gaze ensnared by the boy before her as the flame died slightly down to a calm as their looks met one anothers. She smiled soft to him in that moment as her weapon lowered in a clink to the surrounding rocks about the area of the tree as she answered soft."I'm... I'm alright thanks to yo-." She was cut short as his hand reached forth and one of the elven spears were planted firmly between the pair of them. Her look held cold to the guards as she nodded to them in that moment as her fingers threaded light into her hair as she revealed the nature of her ears briefly in that moment." You will bring him no harm.. He saved my life and if it wasn't for him then you would have failed that of your duties.."

She said firmly before her look turned on him softly as she smiled and manuerved around the spear as she heard the owl above screech and land to his shoulder. Layana smiled and eased her finger forward to the owl as it rubbed its head happily against her finger as she spoke." It seems you were brought here for a reason.. Even the nature around us thinks so.. I'm truly quite alright and how is that hand of yours feeling? Not to mention.. Does the hero have a name?" She asked softly with a smile held to the warm of her lips as she kept her hands fallen to her side as the guards lined closely behind her.

Tyrian was not certain what was to come. Afterall he had a bad habit of venturing further out into the lands of Elloris and it's beautiful forest on many occasions. Would they take him prisoner or something? Suddenly he heard the girl speak in defense of him and her ears came into light. They were different...not like the elven ears of the others or what he had seen. Unique in a way. Besides that he had to hold his tongue on her scolding of the guards there. As she approached the owl seemed to follow her movements and nudge into her fingers. "What do you mean? This owl seems to be just a bit dense..." He said before he felt the grip of its talons tighten a bit painfully on his shoulder bringing a groan of pain from him as he lifted his hand to grab at it's foot. "I just was hunting and maybe...exploring a bit. Guess it was some lucky or unlucky coincidence" He said turning his gaze away as he left out the part of watching her inparticular. "My hand..?" He said confused a bit before he realized what she spoke of. "O yeah I am perfectly fine. Thankfully I got the drop on them and got to try out my little bit of magic I have been trying to practice. Never thought I would be using it to protect an beautiful elf." He found him saying naturally without really realizing as the truth of his mind left his lips.

Reaching out his hand towards her cautiously while his gaze moved about to make sure he was not about to be impaled or worse, be defiling some elven custom he was ignorant to as his gaze returned to her and a soft laugh escaped his lips. "I would not say hero....I would hope anyone in my situation would have done the same. Names Tyrian. It is nice to meet you." He said with his own soft smile.

She couldn't stifle the soft giggle that fell from her lips in that moment as she brushed her fingers in repeated softness to the bird's beak. As he spoke the insult to the bird , she couldn't help the glimmer that lit to her eyes as the bird reacted to the dense comment on him as she looked to him." The creatures that dwell in these woods are far more intelligent then one would think. I think you rather insulted him in that moment but , His name is Elio if you're curious." She said with play in her words as the Guard's lowered their weapons and allowed her to come into a revealed sight before him as the gown she wore flowed in silken behind her form as she twisted her arms behind her back to lean in closer to him as she eyed him with a look in her gaze as she smiled and allowed herself to quirk her brow." If it wasn't for you then I don't think I would have been in very good condition either way we owe it to you for your surprise entrance. As for your magic.. Not often do we get to find humans about this area that are willing to reveal it , never knew I would find a fire user about here. Do you have nowhere to formally train or have you always been on your own?" She questioned with childish curiousity to him before she beamed a happy smile once again to him as her hand softly found his and entwined as she shook it." Your my hero today and my name is Layana Verener and it's truly a pleasure to meet you." Layana said happily as that moment alonewould become the beginning of something entirely new.

From that day, Tyrian's life would be compleately changed. The ruler of Elloris Magister Alre proved to be the father of Layana and would find quite the liking to the young man. Admiring his bravery and after learning more on Tyrian's life and his pursuits of knowledge he desired and craved. The Magister appointed him to be under the apprenticeship of Nollas Wranric, a powerful and highly respected practitioner of Destruction magic. Over the years Tyrian would develop a mentor near father like bound with the highly expectant elf and would maintain a growing friendship with Layana despite how he stood out among the people of Elloris. It would take quite some time over the next ten years but with Tyrian's dedication and charisma he would become a trusted individual even in the eyes of the Magister and most of his court themselves. While he grew in his magical pursuits Tyrian was also properly educated and found that he held a silver tongue of sorts along with skills of the sword and superior technique with agile weapons such as the Bow.

But eventually there would come a time along the growing crisis of the dragons and the tensions and conflicts between them and the other races and Magister Alre would find a good and beneficial use for Tyrian. In his talks with Queen Fallon he would tell her of the young human that had lived within his lands and praise on his own behalf of his skills along with the premise to better terms between Oneac and Elloris through such a person. An Ambassador with mutual trust and loyalty to both lands. While this news was nearly a dream to Tyrian as he would actually be able to make some form of diffrence and aid the peaceful coexistance between the two races he sided on, it still meant he would have to leave a certain individual.

More and more so in their ten years together. Something had come to blossom between them. A look there...a brush of contact there. Growing flirtations and closer ties especially towards the last few years of his stay until now....she held a piece of him that he would struggle to distance himself from. The more years that would come by, the closer the two became. Secretly spiriting off and away from public sight to go explore on their own little adventures until their first of many a kiss would be sealed at their lips and their relationship would only continue to grow from that point on. The only uncertainty coming from the point he would have to leave and go to Oneac as a representative and ambassador.

A few long years later he was now fully adjusted and comfortable in his position. Meeting representatives of the other races, getting to know their cultures and seeing the work they all had ahead for the lands to make peace with one another while the worry of the dragons began to rise. But through all of that, the distance from Layana did have a toll on him. They had kept in writing and he even had a chance to visit her during one of his trips back to Elloris. He would go somewhat often due to his position but she also had work and duties as well that would stop them from being able to meet freely. To this day she still had kept his heart and they had talked on the possible future they were to have together after they could close this distance between them in some form or another.

Only months ago now was Tyrian meeting with a few elven representatives and their guard in disscussion to a more recent event with one of the closer draconic generals that would result in arduous talks with the Queen and her trusted advisiors before he was able to greet the elven visitors in a more light hearted session. Before long the brief joyful meeting would come to an end and the familiar faces he had missed would return to Elloris. Bringing a sigh from his lips as he sat in the now empty meeting room tidying up papers and scrolls along with some notes of his before he would get to his own personal time taking advantage of the space to continue writing a letter he was writing to Layana. Her birthday not far away and knowing the elves...if they knew he did this they would get a bit of a laugh from it but it gave him an excuse to write to her nonetheless while nothing gave him more joy than the letters he would recieve from her.

In the courtyards below , she bowed her head in respect to the elders leaving as several spared fleeting kisses of respect to her hand as she smiled warmly. As they had begun to depart in return to Elloris , she let her gaze drift ahead as she drew down the golden silk of her hood whilst her darkened locks tumbled forward to frame against the soft nature of her face. As one of the guards stepped forward as she spoke lowly to him as he pointed her in the direction of the council room as she smiled and began to make her way inside the castle as the heels of her boots clicked soft under her trail. This was one meeting he was not expecting and after nearly a year apart it had become hard to both sides. The dragons and their destruction had escalated and left both to different sides of the realm and the battles and chaos that had broken across border's had often stolen her attention personally to oversee. Her birthday was nearing in a days time and it had been her personal wish to see him..To be with Tyrian upon it as the one gift she longed for the most. She would come to enter the glowing halls that held a golden effect to them as her skirts glowed against the light as it was the traditional high noble garb to wear when visiting other courts as she would let her gaze flicker over the intricate designs held about before she neared the open doorway of the council room as she found her gaze peer inside and settle warmly upon Tyrian hard at work no doubt writing her the traditional birthday letter he would always do and send Elio within no time at all. Suddenly , a falcon that would be all to familiar to him would land atop of the table before him with a small wrapped parchment in its mouth as Tyrian claimed it and would soon reveal the simple words held in the Elven language.

" Turn Around and Claim what you have missed."]


(Rest is just more romantic relation)

And just as he was about to finish reading , Layana found herself softly tsk'ing him in that moment alone as she spoke up with playful warmth in her tone as she bit back the tears that wished to flow at seeing him and knowing he was safe after all this time apart." You truly do know how to leave a lass wondering how long it would be until she would see you again.. You're always buried up to your neck in parchments as usual whilst you leave me to miss you , Nilia Feredir." She said with warmth in her voice as she leaned against the open doorframe of the entryway as one hand held over the small of her waist whilst the other fingers held in a soft play against her lips as the fading sun glowed lightly in warmth over her and the coloring of her skirts as she watched him with a glow lit in the depths of her emerald hues that had remained the same whilst all else had grown into an entirely different person.

Tyrian's eyes would widen in surprise and he would quickly turn in his seat and stand abruptly as his eyes showed all of his emotions to her showing up clear as day even as he straightened his attire and coughed while regaining composure as Elios held to the table still to watch the reunion of them both. Quickly covering the letter he was working on before his gaze returned to her own and he would walk closely in to near the distance between the two. "Aren't you just full of surprises My Warrior..." He responded in common tongue in toying play to the nickname she held to himself as he enveloped her into his arms. In the privacy of the room he was more than open with his affection of her. Not that she minded but he was respectful of her position and stance as a warrior.

"Aye...that I am. I still get time with my bow and my little pyrotechnic tricks but my real weapon is this delightful mouth of mine." He said with a playful wink before closing said lips over her own in a soft long awaited kiss before he held his forehead against her own. "You look more lovely each and every time I see you. I swear if I did not know any better I would nearly forget just how deadly you are behind all of your beauty" He said while affectionately brushing his thumb over her cheek for a moment. "I have missed you..." He said in a kind and honest tone. "Had I the time I had planned to come and surprise you the same on your birthday. Not that elves find it too important or anything...or the fact you don't age a day past perfection"

She smiled slowly to his form rising from the chair as Layana watched him near her and without any hesitation he enveloped her into the warmth of his arms. Her own arms quickly snaked around his neck as she looked upwards to him with a look of delight held in her orbs." I always knew how to catch you with your guard down.. You may be the best hunter but , I'm the person who knows how to out manuever the Hunter." She teased in play to him as she laughed soft to the weapons he listed off as she slinked back in a small arch against him with her brow quirked as her gaze looked him over." That mouth of yours is known for getting you good places and then to very naughty places , may I remind you?" Layana answered with a chuckle cascading once again from her lips before he found her mouth in a slowed kiss as she sighed happily into the kiss and allowed herself to drown in the warmth it offered as they parted and she allowed her fingertips to skim down his cheek whilst their forehead's held pressed to one another. Her gaze fixated up to him as she smiled." I have missed you as well... More then words can say." Her look softened as she knew that he always had seen that with the elves as she shook her head to him." And yet , I'm not of the Elf Lineage completely so I will never age like them exactly. Father believes I will age slower of course but , my humanity will catch up to me at some point. But , besides that.. Have you been well and safe here ,Tyrian?" She asked in question whilst her lips skimmed the soft tip of his nose.

Job Prior to the Delegation: Apprentice to Elven Mage, Ambassador of Oneac

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Steed - Nike
Owl - Elio

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THEME SONG
 
Terribly sorry for the long bio >.>;
 
I have military duties so I will see what I can do but most likely that means sunday or monday for a post from me :P

No worries! Real life always comes first ^~^ If you ever feel like you need to skip a round, gimme a heads up and all is good. (Goes for everyone.)

Also, after the first few rounds I'm gonna ask everyone whether or not we should keep the 3 day rounds or extend them. 3 days has always worked decently for me but I totally understand that's not always the case for others. Anyway, by time the poll rolls around, if anyone thinks 3 days isn't enough time between GM posts we'll all collaborate to come up with a schedule for everyone.
 
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Terribly sorry for the long bio >.>;

Not a problem! Was a good read :3 Layana and Tyrian are adorable! I can see my dwarf pestering the two good-naturedly about their relationship, hah. S/he'll probably pick some fun at everyone, though, for some reason or another.

Anywhooo, accepted! @Damien Kriez is making an elf so perhaps you, Damien, and Shayla can all collaborate on possible relationships with Damien's OC?

Also, Elloris is the closest kingdom to Waris (will present the map tomorrow). If any of you three would like to brainstorm relationships with my character (sassy merman, of course~) let me know! I'll be working on his CS in the morning and hopefully have it up with the map by tomorrow night.

@Dante @Shayla @Damien Kriez
 
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Not a problem! Was a good read :3 Layana and Tyrian are adorable! I can see my dwarf pestering the two good-naturedly about their relationship, hah. S/he'll probably pick some fun at everyone, though, for some reason or another.

Anywhooo, accepted! @Damien Kriez is making an elf so perhaps you, Damien, and Shayla can all collaborate on possible relationships with Damien's OC?

Also, Elloris is the closest kingdom to Waris (will present the map tomorrow). If any of you three would like to brainstorm relationships with my character (sassy merman, of course~) let me know! I'll be working on his CS in the morning and hopefully have it up with the map by tomorrow night.

@Dante @Shayla @Damien Kriez

Of course! You said there was a discord right? I can probably do some relationship talk in the evenings or after the weekend and I am glad you enjoyed!!! :D
 
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So, something came up in real life and I won't be able to finish my third CS until tomorrow. We might not be able to start until Sunday afternoon or Sunday... For this, I apologize profusely. (Senior year of college is much more taxing than I anticipated.)

That being said, this may be a blessing in disguise; some people still aren't done with their CS, so the time has been extended. Yay! Anywho, regardless of when we start, the 3 day response time will still stand and I'll still be doing my GM responses at night.

Again, I apologize for the delay @_@
 
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So, something came up in real life and I won't be able to finish my third CS until tomorrow. We might not be able to start until Sunday afternoon or Sunday... For this, I apologize profusely. (Senior year of college is much more taxing than I anticipated.)

That being said, this may be a blessing in disguise; some people still aren't done with their CS, so the time has been extended. Yay! Anywho, regardless of when we start, the 3 day response time will still stand and I'll still be doing my GM responses at night.

Again, I apologize for the delay @_@

No worries, take your time (also, good luck with your senior year).
 
Is this closed? I wanna make a fairy, if it's still accepting.
 
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BASICS


Name: Malak Élivágar
Nicknames: Malak
Age: 28 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Elloris Elf
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Kingdom of Origin: Elloris
School of Magic: Malak is proficient in the mystical school of Destruction, with a mastery over the cold, elemental forces of Ice and Frost.
Weapon: He relies mostly on his agility and fighting expertise, as well as magic to wipe out foes. He also uses his double-bladed Elven sword-staff. His regular combo is freezing an enemy and throwing his lance right through his foe's heart. It is not detachable, but Malak would prefer it to be.




APPEARANCE



Skin: Dark grey, riddling with scars and cuts painted cobalt
Height: 5'8 (176.8cm)
Weight: 155lbs (70.3kg)
Body Type: Toned
Hair: Long, disheveled locks of silvery sinews, parted to the right, whilst working a somewhat shaven left side. Golden rings adorn some strands of hair.
Scars, Tattoos, Etc.: His various cuts and scars are painted cobalt blue and sprinkled with gold and silver powder.



PERSONALITY



Good Traits: Malak is calculating and calm to a fault, which is important in combat. He tends to analyze situations and responds with logic. Socially, he is somewhat hard to crack but should one successfully befriend him, he is harsh with truths and advice. This may appear to be a bad trait, but true friends deal with the harshest of truths. His schemes may not be the most humane nor the most honorable, but definitely the most practical and efficient.
Bad Traits: Dealing with situations logically has more downs than it has ups in terms of honor, which he has none. In combat, Malak can be cruel and unfair if victory is assured. He has sociopathic tendencies, but not extreme. He has a superiority complex and more often than not, sees himself as higher than others, even other Elves. He can also be biased against those of a lesser intellect and magical skill.
Fears: The destruction of Elloris and being imprisoned yet again.
Quirks and Habits: Shakes his head a lot.
Skills and Talents: A Master of Frost, very fleet of foot, is adept at using a lance, is very street smart, and knows the minds of prisoners and different types of criminals, a schemer.
Likes: Hot tea or chocolate (being a master of ice has made him appreciate those which keep him warm inside), teaching magic, the Elven race, Elloris, the rare ice dragons (he would especially want to learn from these giant beasts as dragons are the few races that can humble him), books and libraries, wielding magic, skilled bards, calming music, stars, the night.
Disikes: Cold drinks, Orcs, Trolls, Goblins, Deserts, Dragonfire, Elves dabbling in blood magic (even Malak would not go so far, and is traumatized by this school of magic).



BACKGROUND


Malak was born to a prestigious family of Elves from a high family—the same social and economic circle as Elloris' beloved Magister. He was the only child of two Elves in the business of trade with the Dwarves, as well as teaching magic in the universities, and thus was one of the wealthiest children in all of the land. His family's palace was visited by many a figurehead, and the Élivágars hosted banquets upon banquets with the many bought servants of races such as Orcs and Trolls (lesser races in the eyes of Malak's family). Malak, however, cared not for the material goods his family possessed, but the information they knew. Thanks to his parents and their background, the elf boy was a learned one... he, however, grew up stereotyping non-Elven races, specifically Goblins, Trolls, and Orcs (simply because they were naturally less intelligent, skilled in magic, and different.

Much like the majority of Elves, he was taught swordsmanship, marksmanship, and mysticism in the academy, and while his friends fancied other magics, he leaned onto the School of Frost. There was just something about the cold that set it apart from the wild and passionate fire, and the quick and impulsive lightning. The young Malak looked up to Magister Alre, whom he had met more than once during family feasts and banquets.

While his mother, Yllara tutored Malak in families, geography, herbalism, types of beasts and races, lore, and other subjects worth learning, it was his father, Malekor who taught him spear-handling, archery, and most importantly, magic. He held flame and frost and shock with unmatched skill—as expected of an Elf like Malak's father. From the outside, it seemed Malak lived the perfect life—he was excellent in the academy through diligence and discipline alone, coupled with consolidated teachings by two esteemed Elven professors, and he had the freedom to go wherever he pleased due to the family fortune. He soon became a minister of magic at one of his father's schools, specializing in Frost. His father could not be any more proud of Malak, choosing, after all, to follow in Malekor's footsteps of becoming an educator. Fortunately for Malak, it was the path of education he followed and not the other path.

His home life, however, was not the best. The father and mother had more arguments than he can count, and there was always something secretive about them. He simply ignored it over and over again. That is, until he witnessed something Blood Magic.

In his anger, Malekor had struck down his own wife. In an attempt to fix the mistake, Malak's father utilized blood magic (the only magic he has not mastered, as it required complete emotional control as well as a partner healer, and Malekor was never the best with his emotions). Malekor called upon Yllara's soul and reattached her spirit into her body. At first, she seemed as though nothing had happened to her. But not long after did she twitch, vomit, and scream. Her eyes glowed a horrific purple, her veins could be seen wriggling from her skin, and her bones crackled. Her smooth breathing turned into wheezing, and she lashed out at her husband shortly thereafter. It was obvious, Malekor had failed. All was lost, and Malak's mother was never the same again. She had become primal, violent, and she remembered nothing from her past life. She was chained in the dungeon, and was treated as a patient for the rest of her life. This destroyed the relationship between Malak and his father.

With the foundation of his relationship with his father thinning, Malak delved deeper into his father's business and discovered truths he could not stomach. Conspiracies, crime, illegal trade with multiple races. Cursing weapons used for war and murder and selling them to a criminal faction of Dwarves and different extremist groups of different races, being a figurehead in the slave trade of even children and other Elves, keeping secret a lot of Blood Magic-related blunders for the Elvish government, silencing his fellowmen who threatened to expose Elloris' dark side to the world (Malak had uncovered a list of whistleblower Elves and one of the names were 'Yllara' his own mother, crossed out with black ink), and most disgusting of all, a plan to usurp the Magister himself despite being old friends.

Motivated by greed and power, his father would invite the Magister and the family to their estate, murder them, and frame the non-Elven household, effectively enticing another war. Malak confronted his own father, and after a heated argument about the philosophy of life and death, the cynical truth that the world was not perfect, that the crown and even the world belonged to the strongest of Elves, the most perfect of all the races, he and his father did battle.

All the anger he had harbored in the past, the cold treatment, abuse, the killing of his mother, the maltreatment of the slaves, the uncovered plans, the revelation that his father was not the perfect father Malak knew since he was born, the desire to kill the Magister—it all emerged, the negativity of it all turning Malak cold. It was far from a stalemate, as Malak's father was proficient in all types of combat magic, but when the maltreated slaves took up Elven arms and used the chaotic battle as their opportunity to escape, Malak struck Malekor down. The Orcs and Trolls under the servitude of the Élivágars saw no sides, but attacked both the son and the father. Malak killed many non-Elves that day both in loss of emotional and mental control and self-defense. His garbs were drenched with frozen blood.

The Élivágar estate was cold and it snowed red within the walls. Many slaves that survived escaped and spread word of Malak's descent into madness, prompting Magister Alre to imprison his old friend's son. Malak was last seen in the dungeon, shattering his frozen mother not to murder her, but to free her from this unjust world. Originally, he killed his household to protect the crown, but after his explanations fell on deaf ears, he was imprisoned for years to come. Malak grew bitter and angry at Magister Alre and the royal family, whose lives he protected only to be given the gift of incarceration.

From a learned young Elven boy, to a minister and teacher of Frost, to a prisoner. He would be later chosen by Magister Alre himself as the prisoner to aid the Delegation not to be redeemed, but as the sacrifice should the Delegation fail...

Relationships: To be discussed.
Job Prior: Teacher of Frost Magic / Prisoner.
Miscellaneous Info: He is a cynic and racist.


 
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Alright ... here goes! I gave her some experience with dragons and ties with Laureen. Hope that's alright! Otherwise, happy to change.

Liika Iovar
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  • Full Name: Liika Iovar
    Nicknames: Lee
    Gender: Female
    Sexuality: Who had time to figure that one out?
    Race: Centaur
    Age: 26
    Kingdom of Origin: Faunora
    Weapons: Favors her battle axe. Hooves, obviously. Will draw spear and shield for more defensive strategies. Javelins for distance. But really, anything goes.

  • Skin: Fair skinned, white hide which turns to dark grey near her feet.
    Height: 7'3"
    Body Type: Athletic
    Weight: 1200 lb
    Hair: Red
    Eyes: Red-brown
    Scars, tattoos, warpaint, etc: Scars. Yes. Lots. The only mark she'll allow on her body are those earned in battle.

  • Good Traits: Dedicated, hard-working, charges forward, adaptable (or at least seemingly so)
    If nothing else, Liika is a hard-worker. When she decides to do something, she'll give it her all, charge in head first (metaphorically or physically). There simply isn't any holding her back. She is adaptable, willing to make changes depending on the situation. As muscle for hire, she does her best to fit the role of her employer whether or not she likes it. Hired to guard a caravan with kids? You bet she'll get down on her knees and let the kids play with her hair since she knows that'll likely earn her extra good favor in the form of a parting gift or an extra bowl of soup. No one appreciates how much a centaur can down.

    Bad Traits: Fickle, pessimistic, impulsive, obsessive, arrogant, mercenary, thrill-seeker, spiteful.
    At the heart of it all, Liika stands for herself. Pay her enough and there's little she won't do. Oh, she has enough morals to not turn against her current employer, but as soon as the contract ends, anything is fair game. Sure, there's a few she's liked enough to suggest they keep her on the payroll till she's a couple kingdoms over.

    Fears: Being forgotten, never amounting to anything, being bested, getting hired for an assassination.

    Quirks & habits: Will almost never turn down a challenge. Absolutely is a fidgeter.

    Skills & talents: Um. Fighting. Also teaching fighting. And knows a fair variety of coin tricks. Negotiation.

    Likes: Weaponry, the outdoors, trees, plains, grass, running, stomping, money, the sensation of washing blood off her hands.

    Dislikes: Flowers, stale food, heights, fire, people playing with her hair. Worse, braiding flowers into it.

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  • Personal History: There was little doubt in young Liika's mind that she was going to grow up to be a dragon slayer. In her mind, she was always a hero. It was no accident that she gotten herself apprenticed to someone who had taken down a dragon. And that day the old king and queen had died, she had woken excited, hearing the words she had wanted to hear for so long, "DRAGON!" It was a bittersweet day, putting in a hand and hoof to bring down a dragon, but losing their monarchs.

    Her mentor, much to Liika's dismay, was chosen as Laureen's teacher. Why should she, who had put so much heart in soul into earning her apprenticeship have to share with someone who had done nothing more than be born to a particular name? She gritted her teeth, though, and put in the practice hours with this princess. While Liika eventually outgrew her jealousy, she still never came to terms with the fact something she had worked so hard to earn could be so easily granted to someone out of sheer luck.

    Liika could have stayed, could easily have become one of Laureen's personal guard, but that felt like cheating, using a circumstance that had simply dropped from the sky rather than earning it herself. Instead, she hired herself out like so many other from Faunora, advertising herself as dragon-ready. The jobs ranged from caravan guards to personal guards to scouting trips to trampelling gardens amidst disputes. It was another three years before she crossed paths with another dragon, and had the chance to prove herself over again. And it was that moment that her reputation started to grow. Employers referred her to other employers. The price she could get kept climbing and climbing.

    That came to an an end when Warrior Princess Laureen called her home. Their ruling monarch asked her if she would be the Faunoran representative. Liika turned it down. Yes, it was an opportunity she was more than willing to take, but again, it felt like one that she had received through the pure fortune of having trained with the princess all those years ago. A day later, it was offered again, and this time with a price tag, no doubt including some money that Liika herself had paid to the crown in taxes off her jobs, and no doubt a price that only a monarch could offer. This Liika turned down as well, almost out of spite, that they would think so low of her. It was only when Laureen turned to their mentor, whispering, "See, I told you nothing would make her take the delegation spot," that Liika turned back, demanding the job, spouting off her qualifications. Warrior Princess Laureen 'relented,' and Liika took the spot.

    On the one hand, Liika knows she did it out of spite, that she'd been more or less tricked into it, but spite's a good enough motivator. She will see this through. Besides, this would be something she could go down in the books for. And, she is very qualified for the job.

    Job Prior to the Delegation: Mercenary

    Misc Info: She's definitely a nationalist, and willing to go an extra mile for a fellow Faunoran.

 
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