[HeyItsMee]

Ekon


Strong and Brave Warrior


Male


He is brave and strong. He never turns down a battle or fight.




Ekon grew up in a harsh environment with lots of war. The kingdom was very poor and had many people in it. There weren't many traditions in the kingdom. Other then marriages, becoming a knight was a very big tradition! With all of the war going on, at the age of 18 all men and very few women were forced to become trained knights. Out of those men and women who were trained only a select few were chosen to fight in battle with the king. The others now had enough skills to defend their homes if the war ever got the their villages.

When Ekon found out that when he turned 18 he would be forced to train to become a knight, he had just turned 16. He ran away from how for over a month. When he finally came back he was ready.

The day Ekon turned 18 he signed up. He thought he was ready but he didn't know what he was getting into. The training lasted 2 years! You never got to see your family, or any friends unless they trained by your side. You were aloud to send one letter every month to family, but they couldn't write back. The training was very intense! One wrong move and they would beat you. Many people went home with scars, cuts, and bruises. To get through everything Ekon thought of how is dad went through this, and died in battle when Ekon was only 9. He thinks of how he is going to be like his dad, train, make it into the Kings Army, and do what his dad did. He would leave a legacy behind like his dad did. Ekon's dad was the best trained knight there ever was in the King's Army.

2 years was up. It was time to show the king what each and every knight could do. Ekon did his best, and the king pulled him aside. The king smiled gladly telling him how he was just like his dad. The king didn't need to see anymore. He was the first out of many to join the Kings Army.

He has now fought many battles, and has trained well but is done with fighting, or at least for the king. In Ekon's last fight, the king was killed. But Ekon lead his army to victory. Ekon never did want to become a knight, but now that his is one, he will always be one. He left a legacy just like his dad and will never forget what he did throughout his training, and his battles. As a kid Ekon tried to live life to the fullest, you never know what you might loose and when you might loose it. He still remembers the day his father died. Now he hasn't changed very much. He is only stronger and braver but still lives the same way.


Training for Battles
Fighting for his Country
Going on Adventures
and
Learning


Sitting Around doing Nothing
Losing Battles/Fights
and
Losing his Family


Acrostic Poem(Name Poem)
Everybody waits in hope, that the
Kings Army will beat the dope.
"On live my kingdom," the king shouts with no fear.
No fear for lose, because the great Ekon is here.
Ekon

I'm not good at making my forums very pretty but I do put my heart into them

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Reserved<3

[Downn]

The Basics
~ N a m e
Tempest
~ M e a n i n g
A strong and powerful storm or hurricane.
~ G e n d e r
Male

Little Things
~ L i k e s & D i s l i k e s
Tempest likes being social
and peace. He doesn't like
war or fighting, though if it
is for a noble cause, he thinks
it's okay.

Getting Deeper
~ P e r s o n a l i t y
Truthful
Tempest has never been one to lie. His honesty is something he is well known for.
Brave
Tempest's bravery is almost unmatched. You can't be a knight without courage, right?
Polite
Tempest is always polite and proper-- that is, unless he is in battle against someone. Then, being polite is the least of his worries.
Logical
Tempest has a good sense of logic, which has helped him out of many a situations.
Strategic
Strategy is important in battle, and Tempest does not lack it. He is quite strategic.
Clever
Smarts is something that Tempest has always prided himself on, even as a child.
Noble
Being noble is a trait that many seem to overlook, but it is very important. At least to a knight.
Suspicious
Tempest has right to be suspicious of those he doesn't know. Although, sometimes this causes problems.
~ H i s t o r y
It was a cold night. The winds were long and swift. But inside the village cottage, it was warm. And this was where little Benjamin Cloud was born. He was a normal jewel mane dragon, quite cute, lovable, kind-- but there was one thing. He had a black jewel. No other dragon in his tiny village had a black jewel. And that, his mother always told him, made him special.
~ ~ ~
Let me explain. Benjamin lived in a village in a grand kingdom-- the kingdom of dawn. It was a wonderful kingdom, filled with wonderful citizens and, of course, knights. But, there was one thing wrong with this grand place. It had made itself an enemy of another great and powerful kingdom-- the kingdom of dusk. These kingdoms were constantly at war, never ceasing to fight. This caused the kingdoms to resort to desperate measures to gain fighters that they were losing. And so, both nations would take jewel mane dragons with black jewels at a young age so they could fight for their homeland. Sometimes, some groups of jewelies would raid small villages of the opposing kingdom and kidnap the children there that had black jewels. And so, as you might guess. . . this happened to poor little Benjamin Cloud.
~ ~ ~
"Waaaahhh!" A small dragon wailed, cutting through the silence of night.
"Shut up," an older, darker furred one growled. "You'll wake the whole village." This JMD was wearing armor, although not the familiar armor of the dawn kingdom-- it was the armor of the kingdom of dusk. Instead of golden swirls representing the sun, there were dark crescents representing the moon.
"Be nice to them, they will grow up to be a good knight one day," another knight said, scolding the first. This dragon had light blonde fur, a trait that generally only dragons from the kingdom of dawn had. "Now, I am Sol, and this is Ace. What is your name, little one?"
"B-benjamin. Benjamin Cloud," he whispered, shaking in fear of the grown JMDs that had stolen him from his home. They were now hiding out in a small grove of trees on the outskirts of town.
"Pfft, what kind of name is that?" Scoffed the darker jewelie.
"A good one," Sol said calmly, stepping in front of the other knight. Benjamin decided he liked this guy. "But, I'm afraid we are going to have to change it, Benjamin. Knights can not be known as their birth names-- especially not if they originate from an enemy kingdom."
"Don't tell him we are taking him away!" said Ace.
"I think he already knows what we are doing," Sol murmured, "And what we are doing is quite dishonorable. Our general should never have ordered us to do such a thing." He ducked his head in shame.
Ace rolled his eyes and cuffed his partner around the head. "Look, we have to give this kid a new name. And it has to be good."
Ben watched the older dragons fighting. He sat there, not sure what to do. He stopped shivering, deciding to be brave.
Seeing Benjamin's courage, Sol sighed. "How about we name you Tempest? It will show how strong you are," he said.
"Yeah yeah, whatever," Ace said, grabbing the child by his scruff once more. "Let's just get him out of here and into our kingdom's land, okay?"
"Okay," Sol agreed.
~ ~ ~
Brought into the kingdom of dusk, the newly named Tempest was forced to train in battle. He learned how to fight, how to attack, how to defend. He learned many new things. He learned that you could hide in the shadows to help your stealth, and ambush dragons that got in your way. However, in the dusk kingdom, they were very intense in training-- he got hurt multiple times. He did not want to become a knight, but slowly this changed. He got more involved, and all the fighting made him obsessed with power and strength. He wanted to become the best, he wanted control. He was no longer Benjamin Cloud, the helpless baby dragon caught in the middle of a war between two forces.
Tempest had become a knight.
A ref of Tempest in the armor of the dusk kingdom.
~ ~ ~
Then the battle came. It was his first, real fight, against warriors from the kingdom of dawn. They fought day and night, and it was horrible. For Tempest, at least. The bloodshed terrified him-- he didn't want to fight anymore. He kept battling, though, for he knew he must do it.
Near the end of the battle, Tempest was pinned by an opposing knight. He was about to be killed, and he knew it. But then, the dragon showed something Tempest had never been taught before-- mercy.
He let Tempest live.
~ ~ ~
Tempest no longer wanted power or control. He knew what battle was like, and hated it. He ran away from the kingdom of dusk, back to the kingdom of dawn where he was born. Sadly, he was not welcomed back warmly. Instead, he had to end up stealing some of the armor that he wears now-- the dawn kingdom's classic golden swirls representing the sun and red rubies that almost glow in the sunlight.
After stealing the armor, he ran-- he ran far away, so that he would never be caught in the rage of war again. He ran so he would not have to fight for something he didn't believe in. He ran and he never looked back.
~ ~ ~
Now, Tempest doesn't fight for an army. He fights for those who are in trouble, and protects all. He lives peacefully in the land with all other JMDs, battling evil in a different way.

The Creativity
~ A r t w o r k
(all art is by me)
Poetry
Dawn and dusk,
two forces at war.
Never ending, never resting.
Bloodshed, battle, scars left too,
nothing good comes out of the blue.
Song
I would have written an original song for him, as I have done for some other contests I've been in, but I am on vacation and currently have barely had time to put this form together anyway. I hope a theme song will suffice (and also count as artwork. . .). And so, Tempest's theme song is Viva la Vida.
Drawings
Due to me being on vacation, I do not have time to draw anything for Tempest. I may be able to get someone to draw me something, though. . . If not, please still count my form.
~ R e c o g n i t i o n
No one really helped me with my form, so I guess the only people I can recognize are myself and YOU. You? Yes, you. You made this wonderful jewelie, did you not? I thank you for that <3

[Venatici]

Dropping out, someone has caught my eye elsewhere. ^>^

[Umbrakinesis]

I love knights/warriors. Reserve with the name Justin.

To do:
Get things set up, text places, etc. ☐
Name info, gender and age ☐
Personality ☐
History, and a good one ☐
Physical description ☐
Lots of extras ☐

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•|Name - His name would be Justin.
•|Justin Spain Burrwell.
•|Why I chose it - Spain and Burrwell; they were on a list;
•|Justin simply popped into my head.
•|Name Meaning - Justin - Fair; just. Spain -
•|a country. Burrwell - also a place.
•|Gender - Justin is a male, naturally.
•|Age - Justin has been alive for eighteen years.
•|Birthday & Zodiac - Justin was born on
•|March 25th, making him an Aries.
•|His birthstone is Aquamarine
•| and he was born in the year of the pig.

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Likes - A few things Justin likes.|•
-triumph in battle-training-flight |•
-evening (favorite time) -freedom |•
Dislikes -Justin hates this stuff.|•
his foes-all-out war-vultures-evil |•
weaklings-total disorder-stupidity |•
Relationships -His Friends; |•
Cosmo -A fellow warrior. First friend. |•
Pinon -A newer friend.As close as Cosmo. |•
And a few accquantances.-His enemies;|•
Every dragon he ever fought against.|•
His family;"Mom"(made up) "Dad" (made up)|•

•|Physical description -Justin has a muscular build, but he is still light enough to dodge enemy |•
•|Swords. His fur, slightly thicker than usual, boasts an ornate design in brown and off-white.|•
•|His eyes are bright, almost neon teal.|•
•|Personality - Justin is brave and honorable, a true knight. He's somewhat adventurous and|•
•|rather on the smart side. Justin is a quick learner and does his best to be noble.|•
•|He can be quite determined and likes to act the hero at times.|•

•|History -|•
(Anthromorphic point of view)
Justin was born perfectly normally. He grew up like any other child. Only he was isolated. His parents had never told him how it was for black jewels. In the kingdom where he lived, there were groups of kids, organized by things like jewel power. Justin knew a few things: His kingdom was losing a war for lack of knights, there was a place where dragons wrote down every child's name, gender and jewel color to classify them for jobs, and that you couldn't trust anybody as a kid. He belonged to a group of black jewels who called themselves the Phoenixes, or technically The Fox Den Phoenixes. Nobody knew why they were named that. And they had a rule: at fifteen, you're done. That is, the Phoenixes were all fourteen or less. Their second home (every group had one) was called The Fox Den, and it had books they had written themselves, and those before them had written, various odds and ends they collected, and a bunch of nests at one end. It was a hole in the ground, but for the most part sheltered by a hand-built roof. There were constant skirmishes, between groups and inside them - vying for power. Leading the Phoenixes was fourteen-year-old Emily, who had defied all attempts at rebellion for years. Anyone who could defeat her would be a legend. And Justin planned to. Only, when he confronted her, half the Phoenixes were captured. Captured, and taken away to knight camp. Emily was gone. Justin supposed they wanted her to learn, and he took over leadership.

The phoenixes flourished under the new reign. Copies of the books were made, agents were recruited at The Jewel Order (the government, including the royalty), and the Phoenixes - for the most part - ruled the streets. Justin was feared, and he hated it. Then one day, three years later, thirteen-year-old Justin and some of the other Phoenixes were taken to knight camp. Justin hadn't observe the cart three years ago. He felt like an animal. It was horse-drawn, and the part where the kids rode was mostly covered. At the back there were bars, where Justin could see the town eventually left behind. He collapsed, in a fit of weakness, into the hay on the floor, sobbing as the sun went down. The journey, it seemed, took forever. Days. But after about a week, Justin arrived at knight camp. At first, being rather small, he was rejected and ended up sitting around, watching the others do drills. What nobody knew was that he practiced with a green-jeweled exchange student by the name of Cosmo, in the dead of night. His new friend had been rejected for his cheek.

Eventually, when Cosmo left, leaving Justin, now fourteen, alone again, he took to hanging around the armory. He skulked around, avoiding the weapon keeper, and when someone offered help, his reply was a simple 'no.' One day, however, he was bold enough to practice moves on the lakeshore, in broad daylight. An enemy (well, another student who was also an enemy) saw him, and pushed him in the lake, which was extremely deep. And who should save him but the weapon keeper. Ten minutes later, Justin was sitting in the armory on a wooden bench, with a mug of warm milk. He was considering the weapon keeper's offer: He, Justin, would help around the armory, in exchange for private lessons. He knew what the answer must be. Justin accepted. And so began his training as a knight.

Years, this time two, had passed. Tall, long-limbed sixteen-year old Justin sat on the same bench where he had been rescued. The weapon keeper was going to explain something. When he walked in, Justin sat up straighter, his ears perked. "Well, Justin, I'm going to explain how the Jewel order works." He sat down with a small sigh. "There are a group of dragons, recorders, who write down the names of children. Then they send carts into every town once in a while, round up a certain jewel color, and bring them to a camp where they'll learn something. Sometimes, dragons even stalk children. But every now and then, there's rejects, like you. Although you have grown considerably since you arrived. And our kingdom is losing the war because the stalkers make the would-be knights skittish and unfit for training. Luckily, the Fox Den Phoenixes escaped that." Justin gasped. "How did you know about us?" "I was a Phoenix," explained the Weapon keeper.

Justin trained as hard as he could for his entire time at the knight camp. He never gave up, and reflected that his life had been okay for the past few years. He was, in fact, perhaps a better fighter than those who had trained normally. Most of them were knighted at the camp. But Justin was knighted in a royal ceremony. He didn't swear a human oath, but simply to follow the warrior code:
Mercy
Courage
And Loyalty.
And he has always done his best to.

The first time he went to war, Justin fought long and hard. It would take too long to tell of every single battle. But at the end, when bodies lay in heaps, Justin walked mournfully across the battlefield, crying silently for all the dragons who had died. Then a soft cough told him there might be a survivor. It was a dragon with his hands tied behind his back, a prisoner who had been in the wrong place. Justin heaved the other dragon over his shoulders and dragged him back to camp. That was Pinon's brother.
The dragon was brought to a hospital, and Pinon thanked Justin for saving his brother. So concludes Justin's tale, although he refused to fight in the main - still ongoing - war after that, and left his kingdom a small hero.



|Art -
Visual

Headshot! lineless, but not the desired effect. I still like it, though.
X
Rather sucky attempt at his sword. Also lineless.
X
Justin, as a small child, reading about how the army was training knights again.

Dreams achieved. That's what I called this. It's the beginning of his first battle.
Written
Well, I only had time to throw this in . . .
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His head held high
Amidst the battle's wreck
His footsteps muffled
In the ash and dust
His eyes alert for any surviviors
The warrior
---
Just in time for the fight, a warrior
Utmost power and nobility in his heart
Stepping gracefully across the field
To kill the foe and to find the survivors
In time for the medics to save them
No, he's not a dream.
JUSTIN
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Credits
Fonts from fontmeme
all art by me
writing and layout by me
Thank you for the opportunity!

[patrick star..]

• A Name ;; Sir Oliver the First ;; Oliver
• Name Meaning ;; Elf Warrior ;; Olive tree
• The Gender ;; male
• A Personality ;; brave ;; imagination filled ;; loyal
• History


• In what kind of environment was he living/did he grow-up?
• In the place he lived, what were the traditions?
• How was his life with the training?
• How did the intense training affect him (ex: personality-wise/the course of his life)?
• Did he want to be a knight? How did he feel about hearing that he will be trained as one?
• Did he have a motivation to go through with training and not giving up?
• What (else) happened in the course of his training?
• How was he compared as a kid to now?


• Likes & Dislikes;; likes ;; dislikes
• At least one piece of Art;; story ;; journal ;; poem

[Guepardo]

ARAGORN

“ speak your mind, even if your voice shakes. ”

who are you..?

I am Aragorn..

hmm.. well, what is "aragorn" supposed to mean?

Let's just say that my parents
had a thing for reading.. The Lord of
The Rings inspired my name.

you look very masculine..

I'm a male, yes.

could you tell me more..?

I suppose I could.. Here, let me
get you a cup of tea before I start.

come now, children. listen to my tale.
it will be a good one, i promise without fail.
the adventures you shall hear,
may keep you awake with fear,
but just remember that it's all okay,
i'll keep all of the scary things away.
my name is aragorn, the knight,
who always knows how to put up a fight.
children, listen to my story,
and hear about the famous dragon, bory,
children, listen to my tale,
for it is one that no one else can put for sale.

work in progress ^-^

[Bear.]

Work In Progress

ＡＮＤ ＷＨＯ ＣＯＵＬＤ ＹＯＵ ＢＥ？
⋙I am Avere, a dragon knight
of the highest honor
ＷＨＡＴ ＤＯＥＳ ＴＨＡＴ ＭＥＡＮ？
⋙Well, depending on what you mean
by that, Avere means "Fortune" in Romanian,
my country of origin, and a dragon knight is a
knight which is also a dragon.
Rather self explanatory.
ＡＮＤ ＹＯＵＲ ＧＥＮＤＥＲ ＩＳ？
⋙Obviously, I am male, and you need
your eyes checked, friend.

ＷＨＡＴ ＷＡＳ ＹＯＵＲ ＬＩＦＥ ＬＩＫＥ？
⋙Well, my whole history could not fit well on this page, so you can hear it Here.
Here is a part of it:
“You would do well to respect your elders, and remember your place, Avere.” Catilon spat out the words as if they were acid. Avere dragged himself to his feet, and bowed low, whispering, “My highest and most humble apology, Supervisor Catilon. I hope you will forgive me.” The supervisor sighed, and replied, “I have to, Avere, for the Grand Kablin has decided you are ready to advance into War Studies, and become a Light-Fighter.” Avere did his best to stifle the excited cry of joy that rose inside him. This was probably the biggest moment of his life, the moment he finally achieved his life goal. Light-Fighter… not bad, Avere, not bad. “Do not think to highly of yourself, boy’” sneered Catilon, “Your place was made when another departed.” “Huh?” “The Light-Fighter you are replacing died, idiot. Your training begins at dawn. Don’t be late.”

ＨＯＷＳ ＹＯＵＲ ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ？
⋙Well, I guess I'm rather serious, but not so much that I'm a lifeless stick-in-the-mud. I love my job, being a knight, and a spy for the resistance (read the story to learn more about that). I like jokes, and being funny, but not in front of large crowds. Of course, I cannot reveal any of this to my fellow Lietsa (again, story).

Likes;;
- Being a knight
- Spying
- Flying in rain
- Indie Rock
- Swords
- Sketching

Art;;
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Dislikes;;
- Being in battle
- The Lietsa
- Being bored
- Pink
- ?
- ?

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Just ignore this area, it's my story ideas.

• In what kind of environment was he living/did he grow-up?
A Lietsa temple, where everything is grey, sad, and cold.
• In the place he lived, what were the traditions?
The traditions of Lietsa
• How was his life with the training?
Everyone basically hates him and is just waiting for him to trip up and fail.
• How did the intense training affect him (ex: personality-wise/the course of his life)?
After a while his personality melted away, he became robotic, but came back after witnessing a real battle.
• Did he want to be a knight? How did he feel about hearing that he will be trained as one?
That was basically every animal’s (not of royal blood) dream and life goal, but he hated it after battle.
• Did he have a motivation to go through with training and not giving up?
If he quit, he’d die. That’s how their life worked. Weakness, backing out, quitting, all reasons for death.
• What (else) happened in the course of his training?
The War of Light was going on at the time, he was caught in the middle of it.
• How was he compared as a kid to now?
As a kid, he knew nothing better than what the Lietsa told him, so he learned of freedom and happiness after he escaped.
The Lietsa are kind of an evil government of evil priests. I made them up for a series of stories I write, The Chronicles of Light.

[jern.]

MArking

[winter.sunset]

Possible reserve here...