Thousand Year War || Dragon Rider RP || Accepting!!

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(Yes, you may ^^)

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●Ember Century Lourdes●

It had been over three months ago that Ember had first heard about the strange woman named Silver. The woman who was an ageless human. Ember herself was ageless, which was brilliant since if she aged like a human she would look like a prune by now. Seven hundred and sixty four years, and Ember didn't look a day over nineteen. She always claimed she was twenty-one however, that would let her qualify as a young adult in her species.

She reached up to adjust the goggles on her head, they sat perfectly in her bright green hair. Green of course was the way forwards, green was the perfect color for anything. With a grumble, she came to a stop and shifted her pack on her shoulders, once done she started up again. Now all she had to do was find Silver among all these dragon riders... Well that was going to be an interesting job...

However, it wasn't hard to find the woman, it's never hard to find a person who's giving a talk about burning camps to the ground. It is hard however to approach a person who's thinking about burning things to the ground and they have a very nice pointy sword at their disposal. Ember wasn't scared, after all, magic had it's uses. Regardless, she decided to hang back until Silver had finished her rant of rage.

So she lent against a tree away from everyone else, her pack on the floor by her feet and the wooden staff she used to direct her power resting against the bark of the tree. Truth be told, Ember didn't truly need the staff, she just liked the markings on it. They were very pretty. What she needed for her magic was the spells to cast, and the book in her pack was filled with spells. She had learnt the simpler ones off by heart, and the harder ones were the ones that she needed to look back in the book for.

●Cyrus Vaun Grange●

●Shalie-Shalie Vaun●

Cyrus was trying to listen to whatever Silver was talking about... Trying... And failing because his focus was on something else. A small dark purple dragon that was flying haphazardly through the air. 'Shalie... What are you doing...' Cyrus asked using his telepathic bond with the dragon.

"I'm doing something fun and interesting!" He didn't like the reply he got. After all when Shalie said he was doing something 'Fun' it usually meant 'You really need to run and hide'.

Cyrus sighed quietly as Shalie proceeded to land on Silver's head. He wondered if that dragon would ever grow up, since he felt more like a baby sitter than a dragon rider. He was brilliant at the fighting part of it, but had never learnt how to fly a dragon. He tended to have to either travel on foot to fight or someone else's dragon would have to give him a lift and accommodate a rider who was pretty easy to deal with and a baby dragon who most people wanted to squash...

"Silvaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Shalie rolled about in Silver's hair and licked her forehead. "You taste like bread!" Cyrus groaned and pretended he didn't know Shalie.

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Silver's hand seized the small dragon, squeezing him with unnecessary force. "I don't care if your Cyrus's dragon; Shalie, I will squash you," she growls, tossing the reptile towards the elf. "Next time I'm using you for dagger practice," she threatens, twirling the blade between her fingers. "When Hito gets back, we're going in. If you find any dragon eggs, take them." With that, she ducked under her dragon's stomach, disappearing to the other side to think.

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●Cyrus Vaun Grange●

●Shalie-Shalie Vaun●

Shalie squeaked and whined when grabbed and then gasped as the air left his lungs. Cyrus easily caught him, and checked him over as the little dragon curled up on his palm. Cyrus looked over at Silver as she disappeared under her dragon's stomach. "Silver, there was no need for that. Would you grab a fifteen month old child and throw them across a room then threaten their mortality?" Was it just him or did other people think that Silver ever so slightly mad too?

He shrugged, and walked off leaving Silver to her mad world. He wasn't staying if it meant that Shalie might end up kung pow dragon by the end of the day. Silver, a little shocked from being squished and thrown, whined and bit Cyrus's finger. It wasn't a painful bite, Cyrus had scars from painful bites, it was just Shalie being a child. 'I don't like her. She's mean!' Cyrus moved his fingers out of the young dragon's way before replying by telepathy. 'Shalie, you licked her forehead and told her she tasted like bread. People tend to find that annoying. Although yes it was a overreaction.'

●Ember Century Lourdes●

Ember raised her eyebrows as a dragon was squashed and thrown. She picked up her pack and slipped it onto her back, and then grabbed the staff that was propped up against the tree she was stood against. Perhaps, this woman wasn't as interesting as Ember had first presumed. "Is it normal for you to throw all of your subjugates about? Or was that a one off? Personally, I wouldn't recommend killing off your own side. It's generally a bad ideal." She chuckled and twirled her green hair about in her finger tips.

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Silver completely ignored Cyrus, glancing back at Ember with crimson eyes. "Funny, 'cause I kill off my own side very often. Or do you mean my team, not my species?" she batted her eyelashes innocently. "Now, what do you want?" She turned around completely, climbing onto Adrian's back to look down at the sorceress. The black dragon snorted, shifting his weight so that he could fight at a moment's notice. If you looked carefully, the faintest tips of letters showed right above the cutoff of her outfit that covered her chest, the fancy black script slightly tinged red; an indication that the tattoo had been redone recently. Honestly, she just wanted to go destroy the camp and loot it; things were getting too boring. Which was bad. If the humans stopped attacking frequently, that had to mean they were preparing for something...

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(So tempted to make Dom flirt with Ember... XD)

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●Ember Century Lourdes●

"By own side I generally mean the side that you fight for rather than your species." She chuckled at the innocent looks. "Miss Silver Wellwood, don't try the innocent looks on me, even if they are simply for sarcasm. I've seen enough to be able to know looks are never innocent in any matters." She didn't rise to the fact that Silver seemed to be trying to demean her by looking down on her. She didn't even seem bothered by the dragon's snort or the strange red tinged lettering that Silver seemed to sport. When it came down to it, it was an immortal against an immortal. No one could win the higher position so Silver didn't bother trying. She just acted casual to wind Silver up.

On the basis of what she wanted? "Well a less demeaning conversation would be nice." She jumped up, catching hold of a tree branch that she wouldn't have possibly been able to reach, before pulling herself on top of it so she could look directly at Silver but not up at her. If anyone had looked close enough they would have seen that Ember had muttered something under her breath before she leaped. A small spell that let out a burst of shock wave. Ember had found it useful for propelling things over a distance. "I don't enjoy being talked down to. I'm older than both you and your dragon put together." She folded her arms, "Well, I would say I wished to join you."


((Haha go for it, would be highly amusing.))

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(I can't wait until we get a member who makes a guy that likes Silver. Will be very interesting... XD)

Sorceress. Possibly useful... Silver laid down on her stomach, looking over at Ember. "Name, species, weapons. You ride a dragon?" The questions were automatic; the basic thing every Warrior of Peace went through. A smirk crept across her lips at the girl's attitude. Hmph. Hopefully someone Shalie can bother instead of me. "You'll also have to prove your worth. We're going to leave soon. Tag along, if you like." That could have been the nicest thing she's said today. Honestly.

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Username:
SootRunner
Name:
Clarissa Nemphim
Nickname:
Clary
Age:
75
Gender:
Female
Species:
Wolvan
Appearance:
She has silvery-blue hair, shocking golden eyes, and a slim form. She tends to wear a gold/silver circlet with matching arm bangles. Usually wears the outfit in the picture.
Personality:
Clary is pretty mysterious, almost exactly like her spirit animal, the wolf. Her yellow eyes seem to strengthen the argument. She is sly, smart, and intelligent. Her voice is musical, and some say echoes a wolf's howl. She amuses herself by making a show of her claws, sliding them against each other to make a bone-chilling scraping noise. Clary usually places herself above others she meets, even other Wolvans. She tends to have a sharp tongue and a hard heart, though if you can peel away her rough outer layers, she is fiercely loyal and would easily sacrifice herself for you.
History:
Clary found her dragon, Silvin, when she was 35, still a teenager. She raised him with love and affection, eventually leaving her tribe and wandering when he turned 10. She wandered, a nomad, for 25 years before she came along Silver and her cause, eventually ranking up with her.
Side:
Warriors Of Peace (Silver's side)
Dragon:
Silvin
Rank:
Second in Command
Squad:
Squad 2- Leader
Crush:
None
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:
None
Mate:
None
Children:
None
Other:
Her claws are long, extending almost almost 8 inches past her knuckles. They're straight and silver, and razor-sharp.

Username:
SootRunner
Name:
Silvin
Nickname:
Silv
Gender:
Male
Age:
40
Powers:
The ability to meld into the shadows. He's not entirely invisible, but people's eyes tend to slide past him as if he was just another shadow.
Rider:
Clary
Personality:
Silvin is both very alike and very unlike his Rider. He adores Clary to death, but unlike her, also likes other people. He has her same mysterious air, though his is more of amusement than Clary's "I'm better than you." Silv would rather be winging through the air with Clary than fighting in battles, though he goes with her because she wants to, and that's all the reason he needs. Silvin is fiercely loyal to Clary, and will attack anyone who tries to hurt her.
History:
Silvin's earliest memory is being rocked by Clary, her singing him a soft lullaby. He likes to think back to that whenever his Rider is being particularly gruff or unpleasant. The rest is basically just the same as Clary's, since they've never been apart more than a day.
Mate:
None
Other:
His eyes are the same shade of yellow as Clary's.

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((Haha, I might have to make one later on just for the amusement of it XD))

●Ember Century Lourdes●

Ember found it funny when people attempted to analyse her, seeing past the facade she usually kept up was incredibly difficult most of the time. Ember was just confusing to pin down, a girl who was both manipulative and kind, vengeful and loyal. She also had a habit of pretending to be something she wasn't. "Ember Century Lourdes. Depends on the day, if it's a Tuesday I'm a gnome, a Wednesday I'm a turtle... And so on so forth. I don't need weapons I have a staff. No, before today I have never seen a dragon. I've had a rather... Sheltered life." She chuckled as if there was a private joke in that.

"Tagging along? Hm. Can I leave my pack here and join you?" She flipped open the clasp on her backpack and lifted out a leather bound spell book before closing the backpack up again. The pack was way too heavy to bring along and Ember lacked a smaller bag to carry her spell book in, though she refused to leave it behind.