The Age of Dragons

[JJ]

This is a roleplay between @JJ, @CassieGirl, and @Mobley Eats.

Please do not post here unless invited to do so.​

 

[JJ]

[fieldbox="Theo Ripley, red, dashed, 10"]


Name: Theodore Michael Ripley

Nicknames/Aliases: Theo

Age: 26

H&W: 6'2" & 200#

Gender: Male

Appearance: Reddish brown hair & eyes a bizarre, uncommon shade of light gold. Theo usually keeps his hair and beard well groomed, but while in the field often doesn't bother. He is tall and broad, but somehow still lithe and athletic - the perfect mixture of agility and strength.

Personality: If you were to describe Theo in one word, it would be renegade. Despite being the crown prince and heir to the throne, Theo is a professional slacker and loathes all forms of responsibility or obligation. He's a bit of a womanizer as well, much to his parents' dismay, though he often attempts to disguise his true identity when out cajoling.

History: The second born child and only son of King Harrison and Queen Penelope, Theo was a spoiled child. He was trained by the best warriors, taught by the best tutors, and instructed in the arts of finer communication by his parents. To put it simply... Theo can charm the scales off a snake. Despite the firm conditioning as he grew, the prince simply had no desire to rule - something he's made very clear, much to his parents' dismay.

Theo was presented to the eggs when he was eighteen years old, and chosen the very first time he touched one. Since being bonded with his dragon, Kenaa, Theo has matured up a bit, though not to the point where he doesn't shirk his duties, and often. She is his conscience, and frequently chastises him for loafing around, but the two are inseparable and would die for one another.

Skills:
*sneaking around - he's great at not being seen
*picking locks, getting into places he's not supposed to be (though those are few and far between)
*ranged combat: he's a master of Elemental Fire magic, and a damn good shot with a bow

Likes:
+fooling around
+animals in general
+getting his way

Dislikes:
-people treating him differently because of his status
-melee combat
-people who are needlessly cruel

KENAA
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[fieldbox="Finley Ward, gray, dashed, 10"]


Name: Finley Asher Ward

Nicknames/Aliases: Finn, Asher

Age: 22

H&W: 5'10" & 160#

Gender: Male

Appearance: Chin length, unruly light brown hair and dark eyes, Finn has a slight build but is broad-shouldered and athletic.

Personality: Even though Finn is technically a rogue, he's not a bad person in the least. Often the first to offer aid or supplies to those less fortunate than she, he hates to see people suffer. And that is what makes him despise the Ripley Kingdom as much as he does. Finn sees their wealth as a slap to the face to all the downtrodden people that he loves so much. Though he's typically not quick to anger, he can't control himself when faced with an adversary from the opposite kingdom, and can become ruthless and hardened when necessary to defeat his enemies. With friends, he's laid back and cool, often cracking jokes or trying to lighten the mood.

History: Finn was born to a poor family on the outskirts of the Rebels' keep, and as the eldest of five siblings, often went without in order to make sure his brothers and sisters ate. When he was old enough to be presented to the eggs, Finn had no intention of becoming a Rider - he had to provide for his family, and how could he do that if he was off in training for years at a time? But, to his surprise and slight dismay, an egg hatched for him, and he and his dragon, Taji, were thrust into an entire new world. With the Riders' assurance that his family would stay fed and protected, Finn threw himself into learning the ins and outs of being a Rider, and despite his initial trepidation, found that the bond was something he cherished more than anything else in the world.

With Taji at his side, he passed the Rider training with flying colors, becoming one of the most natural, skilled Riders in the Rebel Flight.

Skills:
*great climber
*excellent swordsman
*Enhancement/Healing magic

Likes:
+swordplay
+practicing magic
+cooking

Dislikes:
-authority figures
-poverty
-alcohol

TAJI
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[Mobley Eats]

Name: Dondi Corazon

Nicknames/Aliases: Don

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Appearances: Dondi stands at a height of 5'10" and weighs approximately 140 lbs. She tries to keep her short hair styled into a sloppy pixie-cut, but most of time it's pretty disheveled. Hazel eyes and an olive skin tone.

Personality: Dondi doesn't exactly give off the vibe of a Rogue Rider from initial impressions. She's quiet, reserved, and processes most of reality at her own pace. She loves to take naps and rarely extends her energy outside of anything irrelevant to the mission at hand.

Her dry humor and sarcasm compensates for the sluggishness. Most comments are said under her breath, though she'll gladly repeat herself if you ask. Besides, Dondi and her dragon Uma believe that a good burn always helps to build character.

History: Dondi is a product of adultery between a nobleman and a peasant. Her father refused to let the scandal reach ears, especially to those of his wife; thus, he ordered an execution of her mother. It was swift, it was quiet, and her father's hands were free of the dirty work.

Since Dondi was still an infant, she was merely left on the outskirts of the village to die of starvation. Luckily, she was found by a traveling blacksmith, who cared for her until she turned 16. By this time, Dondi wanted to make something of herself and become independent. It was hard to leave her adoptive-father behind, but she eventually did. Unfortunately, fending for herself turned out to be far more difficult than she intended. Finding that earning an honest living wouldn't work out for her, she decided to join the Rogue Riders. With a dragon and magic as her aid, she knew she would be perfectly fine.

Skills
Dragon Rider
Blacksmithing/Weaponry
Earth Elemental Magic
Can take a nap anywhere

Likes
Naps
Eating (as long as it's edible, she'll eat it)
Sarcasm
Solitude
Laughing at others' short-comings
Disikes
Water
Excessive activity
Loud people
Mornings

Uma

 

[CassieGirl]

Cahira (Cal-he-ra) Halvorsen
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Nicknames/Aliases: Cal
| Age: 22 | Gender: Female | Hair: Blonde | Eyes: Hazel | Height: 5'9 | Weight: 160 |

Personality:
If asked to describe Cal people would say that she's a conniving, vindictive, dictator-ish and slightly sadistic. She's a woman that demands respect and if it not given...well then fear works just fine as well. Now Cal can be a bloodthirsty, power driven maniac at times. But with the few that she is comfortable with they share a peaceful stoic sense.

History:
The Halvorsen name is one known among all riders for being one of the most bloodthirsty. The family's strong production of male riders has led to all boys born being vigorously trained even before being presented an egg. Females of the family are still presented an egg at the proper age but it rarely ever hatches. Cal was the first female Halvorsen to have an egg hatch in over a hundred years. At the age of fourteen, Cal's whole life changed the moment her egg hatched. Female's in the Halvorsen family were far from weak but they weren't forced to be as ruthless as the men of the family. But When Draco hatched for her, Cal's father forced her to train ten time harder then the others.

He father was an extremest and believed she was destined to lead the rogue's against the Ripley Kingdom. He forced her to trained ten times harder then the rest and drilled his opinions into her like they were her very own. Over the years of training Cahira might of lost the kind, patient girl she once had been. But she had gained enough power to be on her way to becoming one of the most feared riders. Though among all of the crazy that was her life. Cal's bond with Draco was the only thing she trusted. Draco was only one she thought of as a friend since becoming a rider.
Skills:
Swordsmanship, Basic Archery, Hand to Hand Combat and Shadow Magic.

Likes:
Fighting, Others Pain, New Moon, Winning, Respect, Wolves & Being in Charge.

Disikes:
Being Talked Down To, Rebellion, Enclosed Spaces & Lose of control.​

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Draco
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[Mobley Eats]

[fieldbox="Alano Bonnaire, orange, solid"]


Nickname/Aliases: Al, Alo, Lano

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Appearances: Alano stands at a height of 5'9" and weighs approximately 175 lbs. His hair is dark and wavy, falling to just above his shoulders, and he sports some stubble. Some days he is cleanly shaven, but most days he isn't. His eyes are chocolate brown and his build is thin, though chiseled.

Personality: Though Alano comes from a place of power and respect, he doesn't care much for it. He is rather soft-spoken and prefers to speak with actions, not words. It is not to say that he never speaks; he talks a fair amount around friends a family. However, expect a thank you hug instead of a simple "thank you".

With such a tame demeanor, the shock is reasonable when people learn of Alano's love for violence. He'd never harm a friend or loved one, but when the opportunity for battle arises, he rarely holds back. A large reason why he joined the Dragon Riders was that his parents hoped it would drill some discipline and self-restraint into him. It somewhat worked, but Alano definitely has his moments.

History: Alano is the firstborn of the Bonnaires, a royal family that oversees major trade affairs between the kingdom and others. The trade they specialize in the most is exotic herbs and ingredients from foreign lands. Alano's father runs the entire system with the assistance of his board of trusted advisers, though he expects Alano to take his place one day. Thus, from the day Alano could walk, he was taught the ins and outs of trade, which kingdoms sells which cash crop, who shares bad blood or a network with whom, and so on and so forth.

Unfortunately, Alano cannot envision himself stuck in such a mundane routine for the rest of his life. He'd rather pass the opportunity over to his younger brother, while he focused more on his Dragon Rider responsibilities. Alano knew he could never balance the two, so he would gladly drop Head of Trade any day. Of course, his father is far from pleased with Alano's resilience; the tension between them is usually so thick that one can slice through it with a blade.

Skills
Dragon Rider
Intel on trade and political affairs
Shadow Magic (not to be confused with Dark Magic)
Hand to hand combat

Likes
Violence
The scent of lilac and pine
Hugs
His precious dragon (Soot)
Reading

Disikes
Anything bad happening to Soot
Unreadable people
Being bored
Seeing the world in black and white (believes there's a gray area for everything)

Soot

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[CassieGirl]

Nikolai Mercer
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Nicknames/Aliases: Nik
| Age: 24 | Gender: Male | Hair: Blonde | Eyes: Hazel | Height: 6'0 | Weight: 205 |

Personality:
Nikolai is a courageous, outgoing, honorable and loyal person. He'll fight for those he cares for and what he believes in. Once Nic has come to truly care for someone he will never turn his back on them. He will fight for them even if they wont fight for their selves. Thought Nic is known to goof off, he knows when to be serious. He is a mentor and motivator to those around him.

History:
Nikolai comes from a middle class family that consisted of him and his father. Nothing special, just a normal family that helped all that they could. Nik's father was a good man that many loved dearly. So Nik saw it only fitting to follow in his father's footsteps. His father's motto was not one person is better then another. We're all just people trying to make it in the world. Nik lived by those words, and when his father told him that his mother had actually run off with a rogue. Nik went in search of his mother hoping to help her and bring her back with him. But he had been to late, his mother had passed in childbirth. The birth of his half sister Cahira. Nik knew at the age ten he wouldn't be able to take her out of the terrible family she had been left with. So he decided to befriend the girl in till it was the right time to tell her everything.

Nikolai never planned on becoming a rider so when he turned fourteen he declined being tested. It wasn't till the two years later when Cali stopped showing up to hang out. That he found out that she had become a rider. This surprised Nik since Cali had told him that only the males in her family went on to be riders. Nik was already worried how his sister would be treated but when news of a Halvorsen Heiress being groomed to be the most ruthless started to spread. Nikolai knew he had to take action and rescue Cali, even if it was from herself.

He refused to sit around and do nothing while Cali was being groomed to become a bloodthirsty killer. So Nik worked to become a rider. It wasn't till he was seventeen that he had an egg hatch for him. Jura, an all white dragon who was as pure as the color of her scales. The two fight together not for money or respect but for the good and peace of the people.

Skills:
Brute Strength, Throwing Javelins, Strategic & Lightning Magic

Likes:
Games, Having Fun, Helping Others, Dancing, Swimming and Watching the Moon.

Dislikes:
Losing People, War, People Suffering, Waking Up Early, Abuse of Power and Being Helpless.​

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Jura
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[JJ]

All posts below this one are roleplay posts!​

 

[JJ]

[fieldbox="Theo Ripley, red, solid, 30, Mistral"]



Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

The pounding in Theo's head had taken a strange, irregular tempo.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

Groaning, he rolled over and pulled a pillow over his face, sighing in relief when it muffled the next set of thumping.

Knckknockknocnknocknknock.

And then, blessed silence. He'd managed to fall into a light slumber, and had just started to dream about mead and women, when...

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. "THEODORE MICHAEL RIPLEY."

At the sound of his sister's shrill, demanding voice, the prince jolted out of bed with a yell of alarm and stumbled drunkenly towards the chamber door. The barmaid who had been tucked under his arm sat up suddenly, pulling the covers over herself and blinking stupidly at the commotion, just as drunk and just as unfocused as Theo, who'd reached the door and wrenched it open. "Vivi - wha'?" He mumbled, rubbing the back of his hand over his eyes.

"Theo, for gods' sake!" Vivien looked away very pointedly from her brother's nudity as she marched into the room, pointing at the servant girl. "OUT." She growled. The girl scrambled from the bed and scooped her clothes up off the floor, hurrying past the pair of them into the hallway.

"Vivi!" Theo protested, frowning widely. She threw a pair of pants in his general direction without looking, and he pulled them on. "Vivi come on, this is ridiculous, what are you-?"

"No, Theo, what's ridiculous, is that you're so damned incompetent, that the servants have to come get me to wake your worthless hide up because instead of preparing and packing for your trip, you decided to get drunk and seduce poor Wylla instead!"

"Ah, Wylla, that's her name. Thanks."

Staring at him with a befuddled look, Vivien let her mouth hang open like she was going to say something before giving a frustrated squeak and shoving past him, the bottom of her gown sweeping across his feet almost indignantly. She threw his boots at him, the second smacking him in the temple as he scrambled to catch the first. "Get your ass to the courtyard, I've no doubt that Nik and Al have been waiting for you this whole time." And with that she was gone, slamming his door behind her and mumbling words that even his sharp ears couldn't pick up in their entirety. Though he had a feeling it was something along the lines of worthless, irresponsible twit.

You do this to yourself, you know.

The dragon's voice in his head made Theo startle. Even after years of training, sharing your brain with someone else was something that took getting used to. Clutching his boots to his chest, Theo walked out to the dragon balcony that adorned his room. Kenaa was stretched languidly across the marble ledge, her tail drooping off the edge, and the sun sending sanguine highlights dancing off of her scales across the outside of the castle. "You could have woken me up." He complained, leaning against her scaly shoulder and stifling a yawn.

You'll have to learn eventually. She chastised.

"Yeah, yeah." Theo grumbled, pulling on his boots one at a time and lacing them tightly. "Have you heard from the others?"

No, not yet. But I expect their delay has an acceptable excuse, and they haven't been engaging in your type of debauchery. You're a bad influence on the both of them.

"Kenaa, you wound me." He feigned hurt, and she clicked her scaly eyelids shut with a throaty chuckle. The dragon yawned, flashing dagger-long fangs, long pointed tongue curling at the tip.

Go on, gather your things. She said. I'm ready when you are.

Sulking back into the bedroom, Theo dressed and packed his bags messily. He, Nikolai and Alano were due to leave today on a week long patrol of the southernmost border, where high amounts of rebel activity had been reported. Once packed, he headed back to the dragon balcony and saddled Kenaa, tying his bags to each side and swinging up into the seat. "Take it easy on me, will you? I'm still drunk."

Not a chance. The dragon replied, and he hardly had time to brace himself before Kenaa leaped into the air, catching herself as two massive wings unfolded from her back. Together, they headed for the courtyard to find their companions.


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[Mobley Eats]

[fieldbox="Alano Bonnaire, goldenrod, solid"]


"Esposito stood shocked and shackled, his breath but a feeble gust against the harsh winds of this Solstice winter. How could one speak in this moment...How could he exist in peace, when the killer stood in his very arms, his warmth and love tainted by her touch..."

Al paused and lowered the book to his stomach, a long sigh escaping him. He had been especially enraptured with this story as of recently and figured it'd be okay to indulge while waiting for Theo to show up. Like any other day, his reckless friend was late. It didn't really bother Al since he came prepared, but it still weeded an eye roll out of him. Al snapped out of his daze when a deep rumble vibrated along his back. He turned around, flopping onto Soot's belly and propping up the book again.

"Sorry. Want me to continue?" Al asked, a grin pulling at his lips.

Soot snorted under his breath. His wings flapped lazily against the dirt, sending up dust clouds and debris.

I called it. I knew she was the killer to begin with, he chuckled.

Al pinched his lips. "She could be innocent."

Doubtful

Al had opted for ignoring the smugness in Soot's tone. He placed his attention back on the book, this time reading in silence as a small way of being spiteful. Soot definitely knew of his intentions, though it was a waste of effort since they shared a mental connection. Soot nudged Al in the side with the blunt arch of his claw; the Rider shoved it away with his foot in response, eyes still glued to the book.

Just as Al was about to completely submerge himself into the tale, his ears caught the distinct flap of wings. He and Soot looked up; the former smiled while the latter heaved another snort in exasperation.

Took them long enough.

Al hopped off of Soot, allowing the dragon to roll over and right himself, before stowing away his book in a bag strapped to Soot's saddle. He patted the side of his companion's neck.

"Time for work."

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[CassieGirl]

[fieldbox="Nikolai Mercer, Forestgreen, dashed, 10"]

Nik, the dilatory prince has finally decided to make an appearance.
Jura's words rang in Nikolai's head before he slowly opened his eyes. Not being a morning, Nik had decided to take a nap while they waited for Theo to arrive. Looking pass the approaching dragon, Nik squinted as he looked to see how high the sun was. "I'm surprised, It's still before noon." Stretching, Nikolai yawned as he stood from the spot where he had curled up next to Jura. A shiver ran through him as he left the warmth of the dragon's side. Though spring was just around the corner the morning were still laced with the ending winter's chill.

Nik looked toward Alano and Soot, nodding a greeting. The two riders were use to Theo's tendency to always late. So when they had arrived to their meeting spot. They had opted to just doing their own things while waiting. Which involved Alano reading and Nik sleeping. As the sound of beating wings became louder Nik turned his gaze back to Theo. "Theo, glad you could make it. It's not like the rest of use where out here trying not to freeze." Nik chided playfully as he checked to make sure his bags were secured properly to Jura's saddle.

Once he finished checking his things, Nik turned to look towards his two friends. "How long is it suppose to take for us to get to the southern border again?" Nik asked as he rubbed his hands together to fight off the chill that had started to set in.
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