(new players welcome to join) The Lies of Sayark's Past •~○~●~○~• Fantasy RP

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Ariel91 said:
((Not really, just the dragon and the other two. You can make up some NPCs if you want, they have a band of friends but I haven't given them names or personalities yet. I figured someone else may want to play around with the band's images too. So I left them kind of generic. She's free to intrude on Tollia and Gar though if she wants though.))
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(Ok, will do)

After not having any luck in finding what she was after, Rosemary decided to have her escape time now. She slipped away from the crown of market buyers, and made her way toward the forest. It was a rather long walk from town, but worth it to just have that little bit of time away from everything
 
Kaydar landed heavily, his massive body making the ground quake with the impact. He was shaken, down deep to his very bones he was shaken. He had thought they were gone, the Wildlings, he had thought that they had all been slaughtered all those countless years ago. But there she was, in the center of a town that had been built on the ruins of his mate's beloved garden. How many times had he flown over the garden's flowering trees and endless rows of blooms, how often had sets of brilliant green eyes looked up at him. Twinkling with joy and admiration. They had been like his children, running about him and playing in every corner of his estate. How he remembered the gaze of his beloved Mate, how her eyes had gleamed with love as she watched over the young Wildlings. Kaydar shook himself, knocking over a sapling or two in his wild trembling. He could not think of her, he could not allow himself the memory. Not now, not when so much relied upon him.
 
Name:Sterling Chapman
Race:Dragon
Gender:Male
Age:278 (looks about 19)
Hometown:Sayark, lives on the outskirts in the forest.
Love interest:None but he's open!
Personality:Happy, easy going, loves causing trouble, loves his 'sister'.
History:Look at Florence.
Appearance:Look below.
Image:
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Dragon form:
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Username:Wintent

Name:Florence Chapman
Race:Mongrel (Elf and Wildling.)
Gender:Female
Age:17
Hometown:Stark, she lives on the outskirts in the forest.
Love interest:None but she's open!
Personality:Loud, rambunctious, and loves to wrestle, and loves her 'brother'. Trouble maker.
History:She grew up with a dragoness and her son. Her mother (a wildling) had died at childbirth and left her with the dragoness (who was her midwife at the time.) She grew up with the dragoness and Sterling (the son and her adoptive brother.) Her life was amazing with only a few mishaps here and there but the worst was when her and Sterling where swimming (she was wearing some mens trousers and a strophium. Sterling (in his biped form) just his trousers and they where wrestling and she accidentally cut him with her braclets (which she had made of random metal pieces she had somehow put together.) he didnt notice so when he grabbed her from behind and was confused when she began screaming and thrashing in pain. Once he figured out was going on he carried her out of the river that had been swimming in and rushed over to their cave in the mountain to get his mother's help with the screaming Florence. They had been able to get the blood off and numbed it with herbs from the forest but from that incident she got a large scar covering about 3/5 of her back and some of her shoulder and neck.Another large incident she had been riding her horse (she had recently *cough cough* 'bought', which means she took the best looking horse from an auction when no one was watching.) and Sterling (biped form) riding behind her. (on a horse he had 'bought' too, he did the same as Florence.) She hadn't been watching (she was yelling at Sterling looking back at him.) when a low hanging branch hit her in the face when she went to turn her head to look in front of her. She fell off her horse and Sterling's horse barely had time to jump over her but still ended up clipping her stomach with it's front hooves. The branch had ended up cutting into her face leaving a scar from under her eye to right under her ear. Sterling had to pick her up off the ground and helped her back onto her horse they didnt have much time hearing the guards behind them. When they got away she had a couple of bruises including a large one where the horse's hooves hit her and the large scratch where the branch hit her. The largest event was when the dragoness , her adoptive mother and Sterling's mother, slain by an eleven knight. Florence was so upset and thinking irrationally she ran off and tried to jump off a cliff but Sterling was able to stop her before she did so. After a while she was ok but doesn't like to talk about it. She can be spotted in Sayark buying things or just looking around on rare occasions.
Appearance:Very light blond almost white hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin, and pale lips.
Image:
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Username:Wintent
 
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Wintent said:
Name:Sterling Chapman
Race:Dragon
Gender:Male
Age:278 (looks about 19)
Hometown:Sayark, lives on the outskirts in the forest.
Love interest:None but he's open!
Personality:Happy, easy going, loves causing trouble, loves his 'sister'.
History:Look at Florence.
Appearance:Look below.
Image:
Biped form:
700


Dragon form:
700


Username:Wintent

Name:Florence Chapman
Race:Mongrel (Elf and Wildling.)
Gender:Female
Age:17
Hometown:Stark, she lives on the outskirts in the forest.
Love interest:None but she's open!
Personality:Loud, rambunctious, and loves to wrestle, and loves her 'brother'. Trouble maker.
History:She grew up with a dragoness and her son. Her mother (a wildling) had died at childbirth and left her with the dragoness (who was her midwife at the time.) She grew up with the dragoness and Sterling (the son and her adoptive brother.) Her life was amazing with only a few mishaps here and there but the worst was when her and Sterling where swimming (she was wearing some mens trousers and a strophium. Sterling (in his biped form) just his trousers and they where wrestling and she accidentally cut him with her braclets (which she had made of random metal pieces she had somehow put together.) he didnt notice so when he grabbed her from behind and was confused when she began screaming and thrashing in pain. Once he figured out was going on he carried her out of the river that had been swimming in and rushed over to their cave in the mountain to get his mother's help with the screaming Florence. They had been able to get the blood off and numbed it with herbs from the forest but from that incident she got a large scar covering about 3/5 of her back and some of her shoulder and neck.Another large incident she had been riding her horse (she had recently *cough cough* 'bought', which means she took the best looking horse from an auction when no one was watching.) and Sterling (biped form) riding behind her. (on a horse he had 'bought' too, he did the same as Florence.) She hadn't been watching (she was yelling at Sterling looking back at him.) when a low hanging branch hit her in the face when she went to turn her head to look in front of her. She fell off her horse and Sterling's horse barely had time to jump over her but still ended up clipping her stomach with it's front hooves. The branch had ended up cutting into her face leaving a scar from under her eye to right under her ear. Sterling had to pick her up off the ground and helped her back onto her horse they didnt have much time hearing the guards behind them. When they got away she had a couple of bruises including a large one where the horse's hooves hit her and the large scratch where the branch hit her. The largest event was when the dragoness , her adoptive mother and Sterling's mother, slain by an eleven knight. Florence was so upset and thinking irrationally she ran off and tried to jump off a cliff but Sterling was able to stop her before she did so. After a while she was ok but doesn't like to talk about it. She can be spotted in Sayark buying things or just looking around on rare occasions.
Appearance:Very light blond almost white hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin, and pale lips.
Image:
700


Username:Wintent
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((Awesome characters! I'll add them to the character entry when I get back toy comp and off mobile. Feel free to start them whenever you want. :D))
 
Florence was riding her horse it was a short and compact stallion it was thundering down a forest path that was covered in undergrowth. Sterling was flying above her in his dragon form looking down at her grinning.
 
Tollia gripped Gar's string hand and he lifted her from the ground as easily as if she weighed no more than a feather. She grinned up at him, her trickster streak rising. She gripped his wrist with her other hand, using his arm to flip herself up into the air and over him. As she sailed above she grabbed the leather pouch from about his neck. His few copper and silver coins jingling against one another as she landed lightly on her feet. He grabbed at where his coin purse had been, staring at her with her brows lowered. "You had better not..." She laughed and spun on her leather sheathed heels, taking a running leap. He snarled playfully starting after her. She knew full well that his Dwarvish blood would not let him catch her, but she also knew that she would tire out before he would. Then he would catch her, he always did. But for now the chase was hers. She giggled as her feet pounder down the worn roads. Not looking before her, her bright green eyes locked on Gar.
 
Ariel91 said:
Tollia gripped Gar's string hand and he lifted her from the ground as easily as if she weighed no more than a feather. She grinned up at him, her trickster streak rising. She gripped his wrist with her other hand, using his arm to flip herself up into the air and over him. As she sailed above she grabbed the leather pouch from about his neck. His few copper and silver coins jingling against one another as she landed lightly on her feet. He grabbed at where his coin purse had been, staring at her with her brows lowered. "You had better not..." She laughed and spun on her leather sheathed heels, taking a running leap. He snarled playfully starting after her. She knew full well that his Dwarvish blood would not let him catch her, but she also knew that she would tire out before he would. Then he would catch her, he always did. But for now the chase was hers. She giggled as her feet pounder down the worn roads. Not looking before her, her bright green eyes locked on Gar.
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Rosemary didn't have time to react when Tollia slammed into her. She stumbled a bit, dropping her bag but didn't fall over. She stooped down to snatch it up quickly, before looking to the stranger "Are you ok?" She asked, concern in her voice
 
Kaydar lifted his head as a scent reached his broad nostrils. He could not yet tell what the scent belonged to. He had spent too long of a time underground, the smell of earth and damp still clung to his nostrils. His senses were dulled, something that he could not afford. He shook his head, the boney frills along his jaw rattling. With immense ease he kicked himself up off the ground and into the canopy. His green eyes glowing faintly as he peered down between the branches that hid his body perfectly.
 

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