Unfinished and/or Unused Character Sheets w/Code Testing. DO NOT POST.

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  1. THIS THREAD is for me to put all my characters that I'm still playing with and coding. Also where I store bits of code from other ppl's stuff that I study to glean their secrets. Once I am completely satisfied, I soft-delete the posts to keep this thread relatively clean ish.

    Original message from Charp thread: Where would it be held? And how would they not be able to tell who is playing whom?
     
    #1 firejay1, Oct 11, 2014
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  2. “There is no one in the world that lives without sin,”
    {Banner here}
    Name
    Velia D’Amore
    Sofia
    Fiametta
    Lucio
    Melania

    Etymology
    Velia – Means concealed; Sofia – Means wisdom; Fiametta – Means little fire; Lucio – Means light; Melania – Means black or dark.
    D’Amore – Means of love.

    Age
    14

    Birthday
    March 20th, 2009

    Gender
    Female
    Female
    Female
    Male
    Female

    House and Year
    Ravenclaw, 4th year

    Ethnicity
    Italian

    Species
    Witch/Wizard

    Blood Status
    Muggle-born

    Personality
    Velia
    “The Original”
    Easily Frightened
    Imaginative
    Kind
    Self-Absorbed/Introspective
    Gullible/Persuadable
    Compulsively Dishonest
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    Sofia
    “The Student”
    Studious
    Stern
    Gentle
    Graceful
    Thoughtful
    ------
    Fiametta
    “The Rebel”
    Boisterous
    Fearless
    Rebellious
    Easily Angered
    Reckless
    Just
    ------
    Lucio
    “The Player”
    Confident
    Suave/Flirtatious
    Manipulative
    Dramatic
    Very Smart
    ------
    Melania
    “The Protector”
    Violent
    Nearly Speechless
    Single-Minded
    Suspicious
    ------
    Pertinent Personality Information

    Biography
    Living With It
    Road(s) Taken
    Witch Trials
    Breaking Through or Breaking Down

    Relationships
    Selena D’Amore | Mother
    Victor D’Amore | Father
    The D’Amores and Riccis | Extended Family

    Patronus
    Gerbil
    Crane
    Quetzal
    Flamingo
    Black Mamba

    Boggart
    A Court of Law
    Blood
    A Cage
    Being Upside-Down
    A Gun

    Pet
    None

    Wand
    Wood | Hawthorn
    Core | Cenocroca/Leucotta Horn
    Length
    8 in
    Flexibility
    Swishy

    Other

    Appearance

    (Describe how your character looks. Make it match the banner. Extra pictures are optional, and need to match the description.)

    Shadow - Chromatics.​
     
    #2 firejay1, May 5, 2016
    Last edited: May 5, 2016
  3. Code Stealing to Stare At


    Code:
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    also attempting to study this code!! (Elle Joyner's)
     
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       text-align: right; padding-right: 10px;]⦙⦙ RACE | Human ⦙⦙ LOCATION | Balduri ⦙⦙ MAGIC | None ⦙⦙ AGE | 27 ⦙⦙ WEIGHT | 6'2" ⦙⦙ HEIGHT | 156lbs. [/div][hr="border: 1.3px solid white; opacity: 0.5"][/hr][div=z-index: 1; height: 400px;
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       text-align: justify;] Hal is often said to be a considerate man by his peers, his adoptive father often endearingly telling him he did not belong with the Baladuri. His compassion is near empathetic, driving him to brash decisions that have often gotten himself into trouble with the Champions of the land. He can't help himself but meddle in the affairs of the Baladuri to fight against the slavery, and he has often taken part of what was known as "freedom raids" to free the natives from their chains and labor. The efforts of the "freedom raids" drastically affected the economy as their mines lacked workers, and thus ale became their primary export once again.
     
    Many of the poorer homes were left without coal to warm them through the cold seasons bringing about conflict within Hal's mind. Had he done the right thing? It was a hard lesson to learn in having to consider the bigger picture. Instead of freeing the slaves and having them run into hiding, diplomacy should have been in place to bring these natives into the world as workers earning wages for their work. Now the natives had to hide away in the Northern Mountains to avoid being hunted down, meanwhile children were dying in their own homes as they froze to death.
     
    He feels like he has to save the world, but he constantly stretches himself too thin. Hal constantly seeks out the elders and attends gatherings to hear the stories of the Dragon Wardens and of the history of the Four Kingdoms and of the first King Nalth. While he is still prone to being brash, in his older age he has matured to understand thinking before acting is very important.  [/div][div=font-family: Garamond; font-size: 35px; color: #f7f7fb; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black; letter-spacing: -2px;]⦃  history ⦄[/div][div=z-index: 1;
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    Weapon specialization || Short sword
     
    Profession || Coal miner (for half a year as punishment), Thatcher
     
    Skills || Rock climbing, survivalist skills, tracking
     
    Hal was found by his adoptive parents within the Mouth of the Mountain as just a small child. Living so close to the infamous dormant volcano, they often traveled up its slope to check on the tree that grew within its chasm. No matter what season or how cold it would get, that tree always kept its leaves and never cycled through the seasons. But they noticed after a blizzard the tree's branches that barely peeked out of the Mouth no longer carried leaves. When they went to investigate, they noticed a glow like a fire down within the cave.
     
    Nor and Kathan Midigan came across a young boy no older than four who sat beside a small fire quietly sobbing. When asked where his parents were, he could not answer. When asked what his name was, he could not answer. And so they left a note upon the wall in case his parents were to ever return that they were taking their child under their care and named him Hal after the name engraved within a jutting, broken slab of granite that rested next to the dead tree.
     
    From there, Hal grew up under the Midigan name and eldest of three sons and two daughters. Despite being different, he was quite the influence over his younger siblings, and in their teenage years they all took part in the "freedom raids" at some point. It was all from the inspiration of Hal, and it was only within his immediate family did he feel welcome.
     
    Despite never remembering his past, Hal doesn't have a desire to search for his true parents or learn of his blood heritage. To him, the Midigan name is his bloodline, and his only true parents are Nor and Kathan. His adventurous nature seems to stem more in his want to help others wherever he can. The farthest he's ever been has been to Muld.
     
    Very few outsiders came and went in his life. He was very honored to meet an orc or two, and had several run ins with Thalls, but anyone with magic did not traverse through the Northern Mountains. The most notable outsider encounter comes from Sothal Blaine, a Fallenite adventurer and procurer of artifacts. Hal had the pleasure of coming to know the man at age eight when Sothal came upon their doorstep pleading for a warm meal away from the cold. When asked what a Fallenite was doing so far North, he chuckled and shrugged saying he just felt like perusing.
     
    To earn his meal, the next day Sothal set out to help Nor with tasks around the land, Hal in starry-eyed tow as the Fallenite regaled his many adventures and encounters with strange beasts and magic. Nor was admittedly just as enamored with the stories, and Sothal was deemed welcome in their home for as long as he was in Baladur. It was there Hal followed Sothal on some minor adventures up the mountains and into the Mouth of the Mountain.
     
    But then one day Sothal left, and Hal could not follow. The man never returned, and for years Hal waited eagerly. Eventually, his waiting turned into his own bouts of adventures, leading him to join causes of great purpose in Baladur that threatened civil war. While he has moved on from his boyish daydreaming, he still feels the call to adventure and to helping the world become a better place to live. [/div][div=font-family: Garamond; font-size: 35px; color: #f7f7fb; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black; letter-spacing: -2px;]⦃  details ⦄[/div][div=z-index: 1;
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    Dedication
     
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    [div=text-align:center; font-family: Garamond;  font-size: 15px; color: #fafafa;]WEAKNESSES[/div][div=z-index: 1;
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    Passionate
     
    Impatient [/div][/div][/div][div=font-family: Garamond; font-size: 35px; color: #f7f7fb; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black; letter-spacing: -2px;]⦃  appearance ⦄[/div][div=z-index: 1;
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       text-align: justify;] Thick, brown hair rests atop Hal's crown in a disheveled mess so thick he can't seem to grow it out like a Baladuri without it sticking straight up. Stubble lines his angular jaw as he flips between wanting a beard and going without. A thick brow hangs low above green eyes, the only true indication that he was not born of Baladuri blood. The other indication would be his naturally thin physique, more built athletically than in bulk with his genetics. His skin is coarse, almost feeling as if constantly chapped despite the efforts of Woodland Oils.
     
    His favored attire is that of the Fallenite adventurer Sothal Blaine's, who, in his travels to the Mouth of the Mountain, ended up accidentally leaving some of his clothes after disappearing one day. Hal kept the clothes for when the man would return, and when he finally grew up to fit in them he decided to wear them as his own. Soft, dark leathers comprise the ensemble not just within the heft of the coat, but in a rather fanciful vest decorated with silver and finished off with a pair of boots.   [/div][div=font-family: Garamond; font-size: 35px; color: #f7f7fb; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black; letter-spacing: -2px;]⦃  writing sample ⦄[/div][div=z-index: 1;
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    "We'll take a little rest here," Sothal said as he nodded towards a bolder. The rock looked like it had tumbled down the mountain side long ago, the trees far younger in the wake it once gave before finding its resting place. Hal breathed a heavy sigh of relief, his arms dangling heavily in front of him in a dramatic flare. "Oh, come now, it hasn't been all that bad! The snow's all up ahead, anyway. We should unpack some of the heavier coats."
     
    "What are you looking for up there anyway?" Hal asked curiously as he climbed up on the large rock. His hand shielded the sun from his eyes as he looked up in the clear sky. The far snowy slope looked just as uninviting as the rest of them.
     
    "Seeds!" Sothal responded bombastically as he sat next to the boy. His hand rummaged through his pack to produce a thicker coat to add to his already warm ensemble.
     
    "Seeds?" Hal repeated curiously. "What kind of seeds? I don't think anything grows up there but evergreens." He looked back up at the peaks through the sparse canopy of naked wood and pulled out his own coat from his sack.
     
    "These are magic seeds," explained the adventurer. "And I'll make a pretty penny off of them. Just you wait! They're somewhere out there."
     
    Hal just laughed and shook his head in disbelief. The notion of finding any seeds of worth up there seemed silly, but he enjoyed Sothal's company immensely. Even if the endeavor was pointless, he wanted to go with the man on one of his adventures just to see how great it could be. [/div][hr="border: 1.3px solid white; opacity: 0.5"][/hr][/div][/div]
     
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    Liyavalesce | Female | Regeneration
    Verloren Waveborne | Male | 24


    Verloren Personality
    :: Old Man of the Wilds ::
    Although still a relatively young man, when Verloren walks into a room, there seems to come with him an automatic sense of eternal equanimity - the kind that comes with someone who, one feels, must have already seen the world in all its troubles, and decided that he is well with it. He is a quiet man, prone to introspection, and at times it appears a little spacey. Despite his taciturn, self-dependent nature, when spoken to he turns out to be a kind, thoughtful, and even friendly person, who has little trouble with social interaction. He would rather be silent than speak a lie, yet rather speak a lie to help someone than speak the truth when it causes someone pain. However, his closest relationship remains with nature itself. A very spiritual man, Verloren prays for the lives of the animals whose lives he takes, giving thanks to nature for his every meal. He does, however, also believe in the cycle of life and death as the natural way of life. Plants, animals, even humans, the time will come for everyone when the gods will it. This being the case, he has similar qualms killing people as he does animals. He wouldn't do it if it wasn't necessary, never for fun, but he wouldn't hesitate if it was, either.













    Liyavalesce Personality
    § Roses of the Shadows §
    Liyavalesce is much of anything anyone expects a regeneration dragon to be - timid and clingy. On the day she hatched, the little dragon slunk under the remnants of her shell to hide. Throughout her two years at the Monastary, she mostly stuck to herself, learning to keep herself out of trouble and becoming excellent at navigating the shadows. She continues to be shy, hating confrontation of any kind and preferring to spend her time taking care of flowers and playing hide and seek with the rest of the world. Beyond her timid nature, though, and perhaps despite it, Liya is a vicious hunter and fighter, underhanded, quick, observant, and sneaky when she needs or wants to be. She is very smart and inquisitive, but also extremely insecure, and so often does not have the confidence to speak up even when sometimes she should or very much wants to. Although she dislikes conflict, she is not a pacifist and is vulnerable to her emotional state in general - at times moody, changeable, and even potentially reckless.












    History
    Verloren Waveborne was so named because of his coming, though not his birth. On the edge of the Nira Nomad Settlement in Galidus, there lived a woman neither very old nor very young. She lived largely alone, raising a few horses and eagles on her own, using them to hunt, traveling some miles to the nearby settlement for anything else. Not alone by any design of others, but through her own love for the quiet life. She was content in this solitary existence, but it seemed the gods had other designs, for one day, as she slept, she was granted a dream unlike any other she had ever had.

    She stood alone on the shores of the river, her little house some distance behind her - a familiar sight. The simple cloth of her nightgown hugged her body slightly as the wind played about it, sweeping her long red hair along with it and causing a light chill to set into her bones. Without knowing why, she stepped forward, feet making soft sounds in the grass at the bank of the river. The giggling of the wind and the soft rustling of her feet in the grass were the only sounds, moonlight revealing the great expanse as still, absent of life besides her own. She did not stop until she felt liquid lapping at her toes. With the chill of the night, she knew that it should have turned her feet to ice, but she barely felt it, face transfixed on the empty space in front of her. For a long moment there was nothing. No movement, no life, just her and the wind. Then two creatures burst from the center of the river, and she knew this was what she had been waiting for. They were horses, but not the hardy creatures she knew. They coats seemed to glitter white in the moonlight, large wings spreading from the backs of the sleek beasts. She could not move from where she stood, awe rendering her speechless as they approached together, gliding above the waves. Of their flawless forms there existed only two spots of color: their glowing eyes. One of the elegant beings had one eye of molten gold, another of silver. The other contrasted a violent purple with a bright green no plant could ever attain. They drew to a smooth halt in front of her, and again there was silence.

    Voices rumbled forth in unison, but the horses had made no motion. The words simply echoed across the plain, as if brought from the wind itself. Er nennt Verloren. Er ist Verloren. Aber er werde nicht Verloren ist. The nonsensical words were repeated twice, to fade into the echoes as they had come into being. The winged horses in front of her grew bright, brighter and brighter, until she could no longer keep her eyes on them. She closed her eyelids for just a moment, and when she opened them again the glow had faded and the horses were gone. In their place was a silent baby with silvery white hair, hovering above the water at chest-height. The woman reached out for him, but the dream ended abruptly and she awoke to find her arms stretched to the ceiling, eyes wide awake in the dark of her home.

    Standing up hastily, she went to the river bank, and there indeed, on the shore in the grass, was the child from her dreams. There was nobody beside him, he was simply there as if he had sprouted from the grass itself. But she knew better, he had been born from the waves in the form of two beautiful horses with great wings. So she dubbed him as she knew him: Verloren Waveborne, the child brought from the river.

    Verloren was raised by the woman he would call Grandmother in much the same fashion she had always lived her life. Their way of life was simple, unassuming, poor by some standards, and relatively self-sufficient. It was a peaceful way to live and came with a deep reverence for both life and death. It was an uneventful existence, but he had been told the story of his coming and knew that Grandmother believed he was destined for greater things. So when, indeed, he sensed a strange longing in his soul, he took it as no more than the natural progression of life. He came to Grandmother one night, when he was 22, to tell her that the time for his journey to begin had come, and silently she rose and packed him a small basket of supplies. With no more communication than that, Verloren took the basket and his staff, and walked out the door without looking back. His journey was one of faith. Little wandering led him to Mistwind Camp, and though he knew not why, there he stayed for two years, becoming one of the rugged, suspicious folk of the town, though never quite one with them. He was used to the quiet life, and thus it was that he settled on the edge of the town just as Grandmother had with the Nira Nomad Settlement.

    Just a few months past, however, late in spring, Verloren was out in the hills and fields collecting herbs, when smoke began to rise from the village. He approached to see the settlement under attack, and though he ran forward to help, all valiant efforts were in vain. Those who could not fight fled, those who could were pushed back, the invading forces slaughtering as they went. It was the white-haired man's first encounter with the plagued of Ogual. He was not frightened or horrified, but greatly angered at this perversion of nature, and it was then that he knew why he had been sent here, where he must go. It was again time to set forth. To the Monastery he headed, in search of answers from the gods and the wise monks who lived there, but along the way, strange stories reached his ears. The people of Ylandre, gossip said, had been saved by great legends reborn - the dragons had flown again across the skies of Illos, and upon their backs rode mighty warriors.

    The Dragon Tamers had returned.

    Another, more ominous rumor also reached his ears, however. There were dark whispers that these dragon tamers had had the choice to save Mistwind or Ylandre, and they had chosen Ylandre, leaving his home to the dogs. Others spoke fearfully of Ogual's next move. The dragon tamers had saved one city, but surely their coming meant war was upon them. Were not times indeed dangerous if these great saviors had come? All the rumors, fearful whispers, joyful celebrations swirled about the road he traveled to the Monastery, but he remained undeterred. When he arrived at his destination, however, he understood that he had been wrong. He had not been meant to come for the wisdom and guidance of the monks, but for something else he could not explain. He never imagined it would be for the Order of the Dragons, much less that he could be destined to be a tamer, but the monks whisked him in. As they rushed him in, his head and heart turned to a portion of the Monastery with great open fields. It took no guidance for him to find his way to one such open field where he waited, just as his caretaker had in a dream more than twenty years ago, awaiting something greater. There he stood, transfixed on what was to come, and from the sky descended a creature more beautiful than anything he could have imagined, to change his world forever.


    Verloren Strengths
    Calm Under Pressure
    Physically Strong
    High Stamina
    Observant
    Self-Sufficient
    Emotionally Peaceful
    Liyavalesce Strengths
    Ferocious Fighter
    Fast
    Stealthy
    Observant
    Careful/Neat/Organized
    Intelligent





    Verloren Weaknesses
    Occasionally Absent-Minded
    Unused to Taking Orders (Independent)
    Used to Taking His Time
    Liyavalesce Weaknesses
    Easily Frightened
    Emotional
    Indecisive






    Liyavalesce Abilities
    Healing - The pink dragon's scales are unique in the sense that, when ground up, they contain healing properties. When the powder is mixed with water and applied to minor cuts and abrasions the effects are almost immediate.
    Regeneration - It take A LOT to kill a pink dragon. Though they are quaint creatures, in the way of dragons, they heal exceptionally fast and could repair broken bones in just a week or regrow whole limbs.
    Fresh Scent - These dragons somehow managed to weave the scent of flowers into their genetics; be it by magic or miracle. This scent is ideal for attracting the attention of deer and other prey. They rely on it to draw their prey out into an ambush as they do not enjoy fighting.
    Tree Climber - A fairly small dragon, Liya has not always relied on her wings. She has learned from watching Aleria how to clamber up with her talons alone, and is relatively good at navigating a forest canopy now.
    Hide and Seek - Although not so cleverly camouflaged as many of her kin, the regeneration dragon is a clever hider. She can slip and blend into the shadows the way a snake can slink through the grass. It's an imperfect skill because of her physiology, but one she's learned from her shy ways.
    Eyes in the Dark - Liya's ability to discern things through the darkness has come from her tendency to hide in the shadows anyways. Her eyes are really no different from the rest of the dragons, but two years of spending most of her time in whatever forests and caves lay within the boundary of the Monastery taught her to analyze the shades in the moments before the eyes adjust.
    Green Thumb - Regeneration dragons of old tended to and harvested the flowers of their wide, lonely fields, and Liya is no exception. She has always had a great love for the simple beauty of little field flowers, and nurtured a small patch in the Monastery that is now hailed as one of the most beautiful collections of flowers in the area. Using the knowledge of her ancestors to provide each kind with the right amount of sun and water, separating them out a little, but seeding them such that flowers of complementing colors would grow close to each other, and yet not overrun each other. All of these little things would have made her an excellent florist.





















    Verloren Abilities
    Bonded Ability: Shared Burden - A regeneration tamer can conduct a form of healing that causes the tamer to take on half of the other person's pain and symptoms in exchange for an increased rate of healing and an equal half of the pain.
    Staff Wielder - It is a common misconception that the use of a staff is not deadly. This may be correct in such a case where all the person knows is to swing in fancy flourishes and smack someone over the head with it, but it is not the case for Verloren, for whom it is like an extension of his body. While perhaps a bit more difficult to kill with than things that slash and cut, it is nonetheless a lethal weapon when used correctly.
    Living the Hunter Life - Verloren's childhood meant that from the time he was little, he was out in the plains. Thanks to their couple of eagles and a small herd of horses, he is an excellent rider, knows how to treat these kinds of animals, and has some skill with hunting by falconry. He is also skillful at skinning and cleaning different kinds of game.
    Housewifely Duties - Though his caretaker was not at all what one would call lazy or negligent, as he grew older she assigned him different duties within the household. As such, he is fair at cooking, cleaning, basic sewing to patch up old clothes, and a little first aid.
    Eye for the Herbs - Verloren and the woman who raised him did not cultivate their own grains and herbs. Mostly, they got those things by trading with the nearby settlement for the skins they got. It seemed, however, that Verloren even as a child was good at recognizing the different sorts of herbs found in the wild, and he began collecting them without Grandmother's direction or permission. It is a combination of detailed observation and instinct that has never really left him, and he is quite handy when it comes to finding medicinal herbs or even just nice little edible plants to supplement the meal. He is at a bit of a disadvantage when it comes to unfamiliar terrain in this aspect, though.


















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    Grandmother - This red-haired woman's name is unknown to Verloren. Even when he was in the settlement running errands for her, the villagers merely referred to her as "The Old Woman." She has an ageless face, some wrinkles that make her seem as if she might be in her thirties, but for as long as she raised him, Verloren has not seen her appear to age, and the villagers all speak of her with some quiet reverence, as if she were a part of the land itself. To Verloren, however, she holds a special position. She is not his mother, but a greatly respected mother-figure and teacher. He believes in her, and before he left, would have been prepared to listen to her without question, though now he believes she would no longer even attempt to exert that kind of influence over him. She is, to him, a symbol of wisdom and his childhood, as well as a lady of some great esteem, despite her humble accommodations.

    TBA








    Verloren Personality
    Old Man of the Wilds
    Although still a relatively young man, when Verloren walks into a room, there seems to come with him an automatic sense of eternal equanimity - the kind that comes with someone who, one feels, must have already seen the world in all its troubles, and decided that he is well with it. He is a quiet man, prone to introspection, and at times it appears a little spacey. Despite his taciturn, self-dependent nature, when spoken to he turns out to be a kind and thoughtful person, who has little trouble with social interaction. He would rather be silent than speak a lie, yet rather speak a lie to help someone than speak the truth when it causes someone pain. However, his closest relationship remains with nature itself. A very spiritual man, Verloren prays for the lives of the animals whose lives he takes, giving thanks to nature for his every meal. He does, however, also believe in the cycle of life and death as the natural way of life. Plants, animals, even humans, the time will come for everyone when the gods will it. This being the case, he has similar qualms killing people as he does animals. He wouldn't do it if it wasn't necessary, never for fun, but he wouldn't hesitate if it was, either.

    Liyavalesce Personality
    Roses of the Shadows
    Liyavalesce is much of anything anyone expects a regeneration dragon to be - timid and clingy. On the day she hatched, the little dragon slunk under the remnants of her shell to hide. Throughout her two years at the Monastary, she mostly stuck to herself, learning to navigate the shadows and becoming excellent at navigating the shadows. She continues to be shy, hating confrontation of any kind and preferring to spend her time taking care of flowers and playing hide and seek with the rest of the world. Beyond her timid nature, though, and perhaps despite it, Liya is a vicious hunter and fighter, underhanded, quick, observant, and sneaky when she needs or wants to be. She is very smart and inquisitive, but also extremely insecure, and so often does not have the confidence to speak up even when sometimes she should or very much wants to. Although she dislikes conflict, she is not a pacifist and is vulnerable to her emotional state in general - at times moody, changeable, and even potentially reckless.

    History
    Verloren Waveborne was so named because of his coming, though not his birth. On the edge of the Nira Nomad Settlement in Galidus, there lived a woman neither very old nor very young. She lived largely alone, raising a few horses and eagles on her own, using them to hunt, traveling some miles to the nearby settlement for anything else. Not alone by any design of others, but through her own love for the quiet life. She was content in this solitary existence, but it seemed the gods had other designs, for one day, as she slept, she was granted a dream unlike any other she had ever had.

    She stood alone on the shores of the river, her little house some distance behind her - a familiar sight. The simple cloth of her nightgown hugged her body slightly as the wind played about it, sweeping her long red hair along with it and causing a light chill to set into her bones. Without knowing why, she stepped forward, feet making soft sounds in the grass at the bank of the river. The giggling of the wind and the soft rustling of her feet in the grass were the only sounds, moonlight revealing the great expanse as still, absent of life besides her own. She did not stop until she felt liquid lapping at her toes. With the chill of the night, she knew that it should have turned her feet to ice, but she barely felt it, face transfixed on the empty space in front of her. For a long moment there was nothing. No movement, no life, just her and the wind. Then two creatures burst from the center of the river, and she knew this was what she had been waiting for. They were horses, but not the hardy creatures she knew. They coats seemed to glitter white in the moonlight, large wings spreading from the backs of the sleek beasts. She could not move from where she stood, awe rendering her speechless as they approached together, gliding above the waves. Of their flawless forms there existed only two spots of color: their glowing eyes. One of the elegant beings had one eye of molten gold, another of silver. The other contrasted a violent purple with a bright green no plant could ever attain. They drew to a smooth halt in front of her, and again there was silence.

    Voices rumbled forth in unison, but the horses had made no motion. The words simply echoed across the plain, as if brought from the wind itself. Er nennt Verloren. Er ist Verloren. Aber er werde nicht Verloren ist. The nonsensical words were repeated twice, to fade into the echoes as they had come into being. The winged horses in front of her grew bright, brighter and brighter, until she could no longer keep her eyes on them. She closed her eyelids for just a moment, and when she opened them again the glow had faded and the horses were gone. In their place was a silent baby with silvery white hair, hovering above the water at chest-height. The woman reached out for him, but the dream ended abruptly and she awoke to find her arms stretched to the ceiling, eyes wide awake in the dark of her home.

    Standing up hastily, she went to the river bank, and there indeed, on the shore in the grass, was the child from her dreams. There was nobody beside him, he was simply there as if he had sprouted from the grass itself. But she knew better, he had been born from the waves in the form of two beautiful horses with great wings. So she dubbed him as she knew him: Verloren Waveborne, the child brought from the river.

    Verloren was raised by the woman he would call Grandmother in much the same fashion she had always lived her life. Their way of life was simple, unassuming, poor by some standards, and relatively self-sufficient. It was a peaceful way to live and came with a deep reverence for both life and death. It was an uneventful existence, but he had been told the story of his coming and knew that Grandmother believed he was destined for greater things. So when, indeed, he sensed a strange longing in his soul, he took it as no more than the natural progression of life. He came to Grandmother one night, when he was 22, to tell her that the time for his journey to begin had come, and silently she rose and packed him a small basket of supplies. With no more communication than that, Verloren took the basket and his staff, and walked out the door without looking back. His journey was one of faith. Little wandering led him to Mistwind Camp, and though he knew not why, there he stayed for two years, becoming one of the rugged, suspicious folk of the town, though never quite one with them. He was used to the quiet life, and thus it was that he settled on the edge of the town just as Grandmother had with the Nira Nomad Settlement.

    Just a few months past, however, late in spring, Verloren was out in the hills and fields collecting herbs, when smoke began to rise from the village. He approached to see the settlement under attack, and though he ran forward to help, all valiant efforts were in vain. Those who could not fight fled, those who could were pushed back, the invading forces slaughtering as they went. It was the white-haired man's first encounter with the plagued of Ogual. He was not frightened or horrified, but greatly angered at this perversion of nature, and it was then that he knew why he had been sent here, where he must go. It was again time to set forth. To the Monastery he headed, in search of answers from the gods and the wise monks who lived there, but along the way, strange stories reached his ears. The people of Ylandre, gossip said, had been saved by great legends reborn - the dragons had flown again across the skies of Illos, and upon their backs rode mighty warriors.

    The Dragon Tamers had returned.

    Another, more ominous rumor also reached his ears, however. There were dark whispers that these dragon tamers had had the choice to save Mistwind or Ylandre, and they had chosen Ylandre, leaving his home to the dogs. Others spoke fearfully of Ogual's next move. The dragon tamers had saved one city, but surely their coming meant war was upon them. Were not times indeed dangerous if these great saviors had come? All the rumors, fearful whispers, joyful celebrations swirled about the road he traveled to the Monastery, but he remained undeterred. When he arrived at his destination, however, he understood that he had been wrong. He had not been meant to come for the wisdom and guidance of the monks, but for something else he could not explain. He never imagined it would be for the Order of the Dragons, much less that he could be destined to be a tamer, but the monks whisked him in. As they rushed him in, his head and heart turned to a portion of the Monastery with great open fields. It took no guidance for him to find his way to one such open field where he waited, just as his caretaker had in a dream more than twenty years ago, awaiting something greater. There he stood, transfixed on what was to come, and from the sky descended a creature more beautiful than anything he could have imagined, to change his world forever.

    Verloren Strengths
    Calm Under Pressure
    Physically Strong
    High Stamina
    Observant
    Self-Sufficient
    Emotionally Peaceful

    LIyavalesce Strengths
    Ferocious Fighter
    Fast
    Stealthy
    Observant
    Careful/Neat/Organized
    Intelligent

    Verloren Weaknesses
    Occasionally Absent-Minded
    Unused to Taking Orders (Independent)
    Used to Taking His Time

    Liyavalesce Weaknesses
    Easily Frightened
    Emotional
    Indecisive

    Verloren Abilities
    Bonded Ability: Shared Burden - A regeneration tamer can conduct a form of healing that causes the tamer to take on half of the other person's pain and symptoms in exchange for an increased rate of healing and an equal half of the pain.
    (ALTERNATE) Bonded Ability: Switched Burden - A regeneration tamer has the ability to, not heal its own injuries, but transfer injuries between people, returning the original person to their prior state of health, and reproducing those immediate injuries to another person, most easily themselves.
    (ALTERNATE) Bonded Ability: Regeneration - The same as the regeneration dragon, regeneration tamers have the ability to heal exceptionally quickly, repairing and regenerating lost tissue at astonishing rates. As such, it makes them difficult to impossible to kill.
    Staff Wielder - It is a common misconception that the use of a staff is not deadly. This may be correct in such a case where all the person knows is to swing in fancy flourishes and smack someone over the head with it, but it is not the case for Verloren, for whom it is like an extension of his body. While perhaps a bit more difficult to kill with than things that slash and cut, it is nonetheless a lethal weapon when used correctly.
    Living the Hunter Life - Verloren's childhood meant that from the time he was little, he was out in the plains. Thanks to their couple of eagles and a small herd of horses, he is an excellent rider, knows how to treat these kinds of animals, and has some skill with hunting by falconry. He is also skillful at skinning and cleaning different kinds of game.
    Housewifely Duties - Though his caretaker was not at all what one would call lazy or negligent, as he grew older she assigned him different duties within the household. As such, he is fair at cooking, cleaning, basic sewing to patch up old clothes, and a little first aid.
    Eye for the Herbs - Verloren and the woman who raised him did not cultivate their own grains and herbs. Mostly, they got those things by trading with the nearby settlement for the skins they got. It seemed, however, that Verloren even as a child was good at recognizing the different sorts of herbs found in the wild, and he began collecting them without Grandmother's direction or permission. It is a combination of detailed observation and instinct that has never really left him, and he is quite handy when it comes to finding medicinal herbs or even just nice little edible plants to supplement the meal. He is at a bit of a disadvantage when it comes to unfamiliar terrain in this aspect, though.

    Liyavalesce Abilities
    Healing - The pink dragon's scales are unique in the sense that, when ground up, they contain healing properties. When the powder is mixed with water and applied to minor cuts and abrasions the effects are almost immediate.
    Regeneration - It take A LOT to kill a pink dragon. Though they are quaint creatures, in the way of dragons, they heal exceptionally fast and could repair broken bones in just a week or regrow whole limbs.
    Fresh Scent - These dragons somehow managed to weave the scent of flowers into their genetics; be it by magic or miracle. This scent is ideal for attracting the attention of deer and other prey. They rely on it to draw their prey out into an ambush as they do not enjoy fighting.
    Tree Climber - A fairly small dragon, Liya has not always relied on her wings. She has learned from watching Aleria how to clamber up with her talons alone, and is relatively good at navigating a forest canopy now.
    Hide and Seek - Although not so cleverly camouflaged as many of her kin, the regeneration dragon is a clever hider. She can slip and blend into the shadows the way a snake can slink through the grass. It's an imperfect skill because of her physiology, but one she's learned from her shy ways.
    Eyes in the Dark - Liya's ability to discern things through the darkness has come from her tendency to hide in the shadows anyways. Her eyes are really no different from the rest of the dragons, but two years of spending most of her time in whatever forests and caves lay within the boundary of the Monastery taught her to analyze the shades in the moments before the eyes adjust.
    Green Thumb - Regeneration dragons of old tended to and harvested the flowers of their wide, lonely fields, and Liya is no exception. She has always had a great love for the simple beauty of little field flowers, and nurtured a small patch in the Monastery that is now hailed as one of the most beautiful collections of flowers in the area. Using the knowledge of her ancestors to provide each kind with the right amount of sun and water, separating them out a little, but seeding them such that flowers of complementing colors would grow close to each other, and yet not overrun each other. All of these little things would have made her an excellent florist.

    Relationships
    Grandmother - This red-haired woman's name is unknown to Verloren. Even when he was in the settlement running errands for her, the villagers merely referred to her as "The Old Woman." She has an ageless face, some wrinkles that make her seem as if she might be in her thirties, but for as long as she raised him, Verloren has not seen her appear to age, and the villagers all speak of her with some quiet reverence, as if she were a part of the land itself. To Verloren, however, she holds a special position. She is not his mother, but a greatly respected mother-figure and teacher. He believes in her, and before he left, would have been prepared to listen to her without question, though now he believes she would no longer even attempt to exert that kind of influence over him. She is, to him, a symbol of wisdom and his childhood, as well as a lady of some great esteem, despite her humble accommodations.

    TBA
     
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  5. Crystal Wielder Sheet_______________________________________
    Name: Apdeni Demkallu

    Age: 24

    Appearance: Apdeni is tall, and has the typical dark skin, white hair, and red eyes of most Obeli. He wears his silky silvery hair on slightly the long side, and his facial features are well-defined and one might say hold a sort of solemn precision, almost pointy, almost delicate, but not quite either. He's noticeably strong, if a little bit lean. His horns (not shown in the picture) are black and fairly big, but are very curved, almost circular rams horns that tuck back more against his skull, so don't take up too much space. He has very good posture, but dresses pretty simply. It is rare that he wears hoods.

    Race
    : Obeli

    Nation
    : Alexia

    Familiar
    : Zirkiy (Ray Dragon}
    Ray Dragon - These dragons live their lives half in water, half in air. During the winter months, they fly through the air; during the summer months, they stay in the water. In appearance, they resemble stingrays the most, but are several times larger, generally a bit spikier, and have five pairs of eyes, four on top and one on their underbelly. They eat largely birds, large fish, squid, and a variety of shellfish and tree-dwelling rodents. Neither the most physically ferocious creatures nor unnecessarily aggressive, ray dragons are extremely intelligent and comparably violent when provoked. They supplement bone and shell-crushing jaw plates with a powerful tail, strong reaction time, and water magic to become dragons you don't want to mess with. They can grow to be monstrously large, but are already large enough to be ridden once they reach maturity (if you dare trying it). Generally free spirits, it is not very common for them to bond, though not completely unheard of, either.

    Weapon: Ogmios - A chain whip made up of ten metal segments. The only part of the weapon that has Immortalis is the handle. Only the ends of the Immortalis handle is visible, because leather is wrapped around the handle and covers most of it.

    Magical Abilities: (Two to begin with. Keep them fairly level. They will grow later on. These are only possible when channeling your Beast.)

    Personality: Apdeni is probably what one would consider "perpetually too serious." He has a proud, warrior's mentality and is fiercely loyal to his family, a strong believer in their lineage as descendants of Bahamut. He has almost no sense of humor to speak of and sarcasm or jokes often go over his head, but he is a good-natured sort and easily adapts to different environments and situations. Though perfectly willing to mingle and make nice, he is rather reticent, more of a listener or a doer than a talker. When he does choose to speak, he gives all of his words careful consideration and weight, and you can be sure he's saying precisely what he means to say at all times. When fighting, his serious nature seems to remain. He exerts himself with a sturdy, no-nonsense grace. He favors sensibility over elegance, strength over speed, and his fighting style is practical.

    Backstory: sis name dubeena

    Misc Possession and Information

    -

    Familiar char sheet. _______________________________________
    Name: Zirkiy

    Element: Water

    Appearance: Zirkiy looks as most Ray Dragons do. She has a spiky, sleek, stingray-like design to her body shape. Her underbelly is a silvery white and her back is a mottled, brownish-grey. She has the typical number of eyes, but is somewhat on the smaller size for a Ray Dragon, because she is fairly young (and naturally "short" though never accuse her of that to her face). At her current size, the sturdy center of her back (where people can ride) is barely wide enough to fit one person and her entire wing span is no more than ten feet. For her kind, though, Zirkiy seems particularly ragged, several scars noticeably marring her fins.

    Personality: Probably the most accurate one-word description of Zirkiy would be "aggressive." Though most of her kind are not known for aggression, there are always some exceptions to the rule, and Zirkiy would be one such exception. She is most definitely not reckless, really anything but. Even when her head.. or... general brain area is near exploding with rage, she always goes in with a general plan and the willingness to adapt it to any situation that should arise. She just never usually puts "make peace" as one of her options, much less the smartest one. She is very serious and proud, like Apdeni, but unlike with him, it is a personal pride she stakes everything in and this means sometimes the littlest thing can turn into a personal affront that she will not let go. (Sometimes she may also just boredly feel like getting into a fight, too, though...)

    Abilities: Two, as with your PC. They should be similar to your own. They can only use these while not merged with you.
     
    #5 firejay1, Apr 2, 2017
    Last edited: Apr 2, 2017
  6. Using codes adapted from Sen, rissa, Elle Joyner, darkflames13, FieryCold, and Nemopedia.

    THIS IS NOT AT ALL MOBILE FRIENDLY, SO DON'T LOOK IF YOU'RE ON MOBILE. Btw, this was the "one last thing" I wanted to do on Iwaku before poofing ferreals.

    Addolorata Scordato

    15 years old | January 1st Birthday | Occupation: Caretaker | Weapon: Cattle Prod | Female​



    Personality

    What happened to him?


    History

    WIP


    Relationships

    WIP


    Appearance

    WIP


    Skills

    WIP


     
    #6 firejay1, Apr 2, 2017
    Last edited: May 8, 2017
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  7. I'm bored. Bored. BORED. FOCUS, ME, C'MON.




    The World of Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn
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    Dying Will Flames
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    Flame of Wrath
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    Special Bullets
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    Rings
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    Hell Rings
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    Box Weapons
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    The Trinisette
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    The Original Earthlings
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    The Mare
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    Mafioso
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    The Arcobaleno
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    The Vongola Family
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    CEDEF and the Varia
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    The Ten-Year Bazooka
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    Code very strongly ripped from FieryCold. This is super mobile-friendly, though, heh dubiously desktop friendly... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

    Warning: this world is an UNREALISTIC ANIME world. Some things will be ridiculous, and that's just part of the charm.


    The World of Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn
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    Dying Will Flames
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    Flame of Wrath
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    Special Bullets
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    Rings
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    Hell Rings
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    Box Weapons
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    The Trinisette
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    The Original Earthlings
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    The Arcobaleno
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    The Vongola
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    The Mare
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    Mafioso
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    The Arcobaleno
    The weirdly special place the arcobaleno seem to have in relation to the mafioso.

    The Vongola Family
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    CEDEF and the Varia
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    The Giglio Nero Family
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    The Cervello
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    Extra Quirks
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    Illusionists
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    Gyoza Ken
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    Shiguren Souen Ryu
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    The Ranking Star
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    #7 firejay1, May 6, 2017
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  8. For Euphy:

    BIG OLE FANCY NAME
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    Catchy catchphrase quote~ I'm super duper cute!

    Basic Information
    Age
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    Sex
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    Birthday
    _________
    Relationship Status
    _________________
    Occupation
    _________
    Address
    ___________________
    Favorite Song
    __________
    Favorite Color
    _________________
    Favorite Foods
    _______________
    Hobbies
    ________________
    Personal Traits
    Fill in personality and stuffs

    Biography
    Regular history and bio and things


    Experience/Talents
    ;lasjdflksjdflksjdf


    Friends
    For relationships! (disguised as friends list, muhaha)

    Contact Information
    Optional nonsense

     
    #8 firejay1, May 27, 2017
    Last edited: May 31, 2017
  9. Liyavalesce Overview:
    Okaaayyy, so cause CS'es drive me nuts sometimes, this is an overview of Liya's personality and history without trying to shove it into pretty little sections. Liya's main trait is probably "timid." Her first memory is of cracking out of her shell and finding the world just wayy too bright. She is afraid of pretty much everyone except Merrik, and after she bonds, Verloren, and is extremely self-conscious about the fact that she is bright pink and sticks out in any habitats. I am not certain how Regen dragons succeeded using the ambush tactic if they couldn't blend in anywhere, especially since I initially envisioned her as a pale, almost translucent pink, but I think that was a wrong assumption b/c she can't blend into shadows. Probably used stature to hide behind rocks and trees? Anyways, unlike Agni, she hasn't bothered with the wisdom of her ancestors except as regards to how to best grow flowers, which she started doing because it calmed her down, being a hard-work, no-risk occupation that smells and looks nice. Growing flowers turned into something of a love for her, and I'm fairly certain at some point she started stalking Viridian because she thought they might have something to talk about and kept trying to approach him, but instead ended up being too scared to actually say anything and spent most of her time hide-following him. Terria terrified her, and she still isn't quite certain if bonding with Verloren is a good or bad thing, because she misses Merrik and her flowers and the monks scare her almost as much as Terria does, but on the other hand, being bonded means fighting other people and being exposed in open space and being around other humans and her fellow dragons ALL the time - an idea which makes her want to puke. When she's nervous, she has a tendency to twist/wrap herself around things, mostly trees, but also people and building-posts. She has a snaky style of movement as a general rule. She knows she's the smallest in size, which pretty much just makes all the other dragons even more scary b/c it has that physical element on top of having a hard time in social situations. The words "ferocious, vicious, and underhanded" do accurately describe her fighting method, but they may give a somewhat wrong impression that she thinks about things when she fights. She doesn't. What I mean by underhanded is, slipping into the trees where other dragons can't follow, ambushing, throwing dust into attackers' faces, and not holding back from attacking sensitive spots, but otherwise her fighting style is very much wild and thoughtless. The only way to make her fight is to make her angry or have her involved in a hunt, so when she does, it's all instinct and emotion. She'll bite, scratch, and thrash, hanging on like a limpet and bashing her opponent into the ground when she can. She has low stamina for this, and fights on adrenaline, but that can make her inexperienced desperation almost more dangerous than some more careful fighters when it comes to PRACTICE fights, because she doesn't stop when they've been knocked out. She hates wide-open spaces and was initially a little baffled and surprised by the nature of her human, but is coming to love them because of Verloren's memories of their beauty. She has a playful streak, but few with whom it comes out, because it only happens when she's comfortable - so with Verloren, Merrik, and probably her flowers.

    Attempt at a Verloren Overview:
    So far, all I have of Verloren is the faint sense of sadness from his memories, which it is hard to pinpoint the reason for. Definitely what happened in Mistwind affected his view of the world greatly and is still a fresh wound and memory of his powerlessness, but the one thing I think I need to reconcile is his friendly, open, happy nature with that sadness, and the thing I find most confusing is why he chose to leave. It wasn't just whim or the nature of the bond calling to him, because he's not just a 'follow-your-instincts' type of man, and if he was he would've left when he was in his late teens and considered an adult. There was some reason he chose to leave and made his way to Mistwind a reason that told Grandmother he was ready to leave, and I think until I understand what reason that was, I don't think I'll fully grasp him as a character. What I do know, though, is that he is naturally respectful/gentlemanly, calm, and has a great heart for others. He is very in-tune with nature and comfortable with silence, though he has a nice laugh. He's fairly burly and a hardcore rider, and I may have modeled his abilities off of Mongolians. :D Most of the skills he's picked up won't be very useful, but he's good at basic first aid and using medicinal herbs and I think he'll pick up healing magic quickly. He was well-liked in his village, but was only familiar with a few people in Mistwind Camp. He helped get a few people out on horses, but wasn't very useful when he tried to fight, because all he had was his staff to thwack the plagued with, and that wasn't very effective.

    Okay, I got it. Verloren's core is WONDER. Like Santa Clause. ;) That centers everything he does. He's not so much just a happy, friendly man. He's a man who believes in the goodness and beauty and yes, wonder, of the world and of mana and of life and everything that lives. He believes in the possibilities and the glory that surrounds them, and the worth that everything inherently holds in equal proportion, whether it be an ancient artifact worth millions, or a flower in the field, and though he may not be the most ruthless or adept at fighting, he has the courage to fight for Illos because it is worth protecting. Meditation came naturally to him, and he gives moments of silence and thanks for every animal he has had to kill. I do believe some incident drove him from the comfort of his home and I still haven't figured out what it was yet, but that core, center part of himself is enough to figure out what drives him, what he loves, how he has lived his life up till now, and why he really went to the Monastery.

    Though his time in Mistwind taught him to be cautious, Verloren has always gotten along well with others. He is naturally disposed to be open and friendly, and Grandmother was not the kind of woman who tolerated disrespect of others. Since he does not know his birth parents and his caretaker never claimed to be his mother, he considers himself a child of the land and enjoys spending time in the solitude of the wilderness, though he is less comfortable in forests than in the face of the wide open plains. He is a calm individual, fairly resilient to stress (but not to excitement), and he sees the cycle of life and death as the natural way of life. Plants, animals, even humans, the time will come for everyone when the gods will it. This being the case, he has similar qualms killing people as he does animals. He wouldn't do it if it wasn't necessary, never for fun, but he doesn't believe he would hesitate if it was, either. This has yet to be tested. He is a little on the quieter side, but quick to laugh and share in joy. He would rather be silent than speak a lie, yet rather speak a lie to help someone than speak the truth when it causes someone pain.
     
    #9 firejay1, Jul 10, 2017
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  10. CODE TO STUDY PART 2:


    recognizer - daft punk







    BASICS.
    Serial no.  FR-121319
    Name  Lucas
    Age  18 years old
    Gender  Male
    Sexuality  Asexual
    Species  Falco rusticolus (Gyrfalcon)


    APPEARANCE.
    Height  5'4"
    Weight  124 lbs
    Body type  Small and frail
    Abnormal features  Pure white hair, A pair of wings protruding from his back, Talons in place of nails

    One of Lucas' most striking features is his hair. They're of a pure white. It isn't a personal preference of his, but rather, a side effect of the avian DNA that was injected upon him. His hair colour was originally black, quite the polar opposite from what they are now. Apart from that, his locks also appear to be very soft and feather-like. His eyes are of a blue-grey colour. Scientists find it curious how his eyes didn't morph into a darker shade like the gyrfalcon has. It was one of the things about him that didn't change. While Lucas' skin had always been on the lighter side, it had gone even paler after the experimentation. His skin seemed flawless as they were. His nails have morphed into sharp talons, much like those that birds of prey posses. Just like the avian DNA that was used in him, Lucas has a pair of wings protruding from the shoulder blades on his back. His wings are predominantly ivory white in colour with greyish markings on top while underneath is pure white, much like how a gyrfalcon's wings appear like. They have a wingspan of approximately 13 ft, which is quite impressive considering that he's rather small standing at a measly 5'4". His height was the other thing that wasn't affected by the gyrfalcon DNA. He's overheard the scientists say that they expected him to grow taller considering that gyrfalcons were rather large, but apparently the Asian genes that were in him were quite formidable.

    PERSONALITY.
    Silent & Seclusive
    Watching people without getting involved was enough for him. He believes that it is easier to just keep quiet. The less one talked, the less chances one had to make a mistake with their words. Human language was fickle after all. One person could say something and mean it to be one thing, the other person could hear it and interpret it to be another. It definitely showed that he was no social butterfly, but he didn't care.

    At some point in his life, he has concluded that dealing with others was more trouble that it was worth. He learned to adopt the idea that less people in his life equated to less drama. As he grew older, he learned the concept of the word 'bullshit' and added it into his little equation. Now, less people equated to less drama and less bullshit he had to deal with.

    Disciplined & Observant
    Lucas has a firm set of morals that he abides by. He is civil to those who are civil to him. Likewise, if someone treats him poorly, he will likely treat them poorly as well. It sounds petty of him, but in his opinion it isn't. Lucas doesn't see any reason why people who treat others like crap be treated kindly. Although he isn't a religious person, the golden rule 'do unto others as you want done to you' is the basis for his philosophy.

    There isn't much that escapes Lucas' eye. It also helps that his eyes are genetically sharper than that of a regular human's due to the gyrfalcon DNA he's been imbued with. From afar, he would watch others and learn little things about them such as mannerisms and whatnot. Lucas sees patterns in how people acted and even conversed. If the pattern was broken, he would most likely notice it.

    Independent & Stubborn
    Believing that there is no one else he could rely on other than himself, Lucas has learned to become independent. He hardly seeks for anyone's help and will always try to do things on his own. Part of him simply doesn't want to feel in debt to others for helping him out. The other part of him believes that there is no one who would willingly help him out. It always comes as a surprise to him when someone does offer to help him out with something.

    Although there are those that would willingly help him, Lucas is a stubborn and would oftentimes refuse their help. He will keep on refusing help from others until he finally realises that he cannot do something by himself. However, by the time he realises that, it is usually too late. Either what he is trying to do is no longer something of importance, or the person offering to help had gotten fed off of him and gave up trying to help, usually it's the latter and usually the person trying to help gets pissed off.


    PREFERENCES.
    Likes  Winter, Snow, Solitude, Silence, Books
    Dislikes  Social interactions, Loud noises, Swimming, Filth, Heat

    BIOGRAPHY.
    Born in the lab as one of the dozens of experimental hybrids, there wasn't much that Lucas could say about his life thusfar. The only thing that he knew about his heritage was that he was apparently of Asian descent--or at least, partially Asian. It was one of the things he's overheard the scientist who're assigned to him mutter while pondering over results of the tests they conducted. Not knowing anything but the confines of the facility, he never questioned the things they did to him. He was merely a test subject, but he didn't learn what that trully meant until later on in his life when he was older.

    Lucas was the fifth successful bird of prey hybrid and the second under the genus falco. Although Lucas had now learned to accept the life he was now living, part of him still wanted out of it. However, he knew that it was too late for any of them to leave. While they looked and possessed human forms, none of them were fully human. He doubted that society would ever accept them as they are. Lucas wishes that he's wrong about this and hopes that one day they would get to escape the ties they have with Bio-Tech and be able to experience life amongst other human beings.


    OTHERS.
    ❄ He has quite the poor stamina and thus will only be able to fly a certain distance before becoming too tired to continue.
    ❄ Lucas isn't very strong either. His upper body strength is average at most.
    ❄ Although he has poor stamina, Lucas is very agile. Much like a gyrfalcon, he is able to fly at high speed and rapidly change direction.
    ❄ Has very sharp and clear vision.
    ❄ Highly resistant to cold weather but practically melts in the heat.
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