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.: Dragon Rider :.Name:Lenora Phyllicia Kettle
Gender:Female
Age:17
Race:Human
Love Interest:Open
Dragon:N/A
Class:Healer (Knowledge of Herbs)
Weapons:Lenora only has a small set of three (different sized) throwing knifes. They are usually hidden around her thigh.
Description:Lenora is usually thought of to be small, and useless. The only weight that she does have on her is mostly muscle, and she is too light to be able to handle the weight of swords. Her height and weight have often given her problems in life. The girl was never good at fighting, and usually got picked on by others when she was young. Once, a kid locked her in a storage crate that got shipped off on a boat. Lenora nearly died of starvation before the boat docked, and the crate was opened. That little incident made her feel like she had to protect herself somehow. Lenora tried taking up something like archery, but she is never successful. After a while, she just gave up. To this day, Lenora is weak and somewhat defenselessness.
Personality:Lenora's personality usually depends on if she in crying or not. When she is crying, Lenora feels bad for everyone, and everything. The reasons she cries are strange, for example. "I'm crying because someone stepped on a bug." "I'm crying because someone is heartbroken." "I'm crying because someone is going through a really tough part in their lives." "I'm crying for the family of those who just lost a loved one." Lenora usually has a huge heart for others, but none for herself. The girl tries to be a fruitarian, and only eats fruit that has fallen from trees. Only if she has to will she eat vegetables and animals. Lenora can go three days without eating or drinking anything, but then she really needs substance. People often think that she is strange, this is mostly because she feels bad for everyone else, and absolutely hates herself. She loves making people smile, so she goes way out of her way to find things that make them happy. She was walking along, and then noticed that someone was sad. Lenora asked the little boy what the matter was, and he answered, "I dropped my food." She felt really bad about that, so after a bit of crying, she took the boy to get more food. Lenora hopes that if she helps the world with the little things, people will be able to slowly figure out the harder things in life without so much pain. Lenora loves singing, and she sings instead of crying when the situation calls for it. People think that her voice is angelic, but she thinks that she can't sing at all.
The thoughts that go through her mind when she isn't worried...Those thoughts are strange, and usually random. Some call her creepy, and spooky. Lenora sometimes tells things in rhymes, or short stories. This is done at random, and she doesn't know why she does it.
History:When Lenora was little, her parents never could keep track of her. She wandered off into fields, and always wandered off. On one starry night when she was only six years old, Lenora was never seen by her parents again. She was locked in a crate that was sent far away. The trip was about a week long, and she nearly starved to death. The crate was opened by someone named Justin Oloon. He took the child to his home, and stayed with the young girl for a month. When Lenora was able to think, talk, and cry again...Justin asked if she had any family they could contact. The truth was, she never payed attention to where she lived, so Lenora got adopted by Justin and his wife, Annalee. Annalee was a healer, so Lenora learned the trade from her new mother. Soon, both of her parents died, so Lenora was off on her own once again. She passed, and now spends her days wandering around singing, roaming, and frolicking.
Strenghts:-She is unbiased
-Lenora is knowledgeable
-She tells the truth
Weaknesses:-Lenora is small, and weak
-Lenora can't stop crying/singing
-Lenora has horrible self esteem
Fears:-Hurting anyone
-Not being able to do the world good
-Not living each moment like it was her last
Other:RP Example:In the middle of her crying, Lenora was dragged onto Skye's lap. She was still teary, confused, and worried as he told her it wasn't his fault. The humming reminded her of one of her own songs. Lenora felt at peace, and she delta calm. At last her tears had stopped and Lenora felt safe. "Thank you", she whispered as the girl drifted to sleep. She dreamed about strange things, like a world where everyone who was kind to her lived. It was a nice world, and there were lots of places for her to explore and run off to. It would be a place that she would have friends, care for others, and help send good wishes to others. Lenora would never have to cry in that place and her songs would be songs filled with joy and happiness instead of sadness ad loss. Deep inside she knew that somehow the world didn't hate her. She knew that people's actions were not being controlled by her. Lenora could not control the world, what happen to others, or things that happened to her. Letting herself fall deeper into her sleep, Lenora started mumbling nonsense.
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.: Dragon Slayer :.Name:Ragnar Bergson
Gender:Male
Age:20
Race:Human
Love Interest:N/A
Enemy:Gold Dragons
Weapons:Ragnar uses whatever he can, specializing in nothing, he is average at most weapons. Weapon of choice are the following: Swords, knifes, and crossbows.
Personality:The only thing that he really cares for is his business. He is totally focused on that, money, and investments, that he doesn't really care what others think about him, or how he treats others. Ragnar is usually neutral to those on first meetings, and then once they get to know him... He treats them sort of rudely. He is careful not to tarnish his image by doing anything stupid, like treating people badly in public, getting drunk, or killing someone... The boy carries around three cellular phones because of how busy he is when he is working. People could say that he had everything, that being money, fame, and the world in his hands..He still never could find happiness. Ragnar had many cars, and houses all over the world, but he was still alone.The concept of being alone is something he has to deal with for the rest of his life. Deep thinking, that isn't something he really has much time to do anymore, so he doesn't get to feel like he is alone. If he didn't have his frantic life of business, Ragnar would have stayed in his home town, and he would have been able to be truly happy. He can be a regular person also. Ragnar can smile, laugh, have fun, and have his own crazy moments, though the world he is stuck in now won't let him be a normal young adult. If youth is wasted on the youth, then Ragnar is going to be the exception.
History:Ragnar grew up with his baby sister, Bim. His mother left his father after Bim was born, so when she passed away seven years later...Ragnar had to take care of himself, and Bim. When his sister was around it made him truly happy, because she always had a way to make him smile. In the start of his career, Ragnar's sister grew very ill. Eventally, Bim wasn't able to keep on living. He knew that she could die at any time in the next few hours, yet Ragnar decided to go to a meeting. His sister died while he was in that meeting, but he had just been given his father's company. At eighteen, he became heartless, manipulative, a backstabber, and a blackmailer. Ragnar figured he had to keep his company going, or else. By the time he was nineteen, the company had expanded from bases in 20 countries, to at least ten bases in each continent. The day he had gotten one hundred major shipping docks around the world was the same day he had a dream that changed everything. That night, he went home to a big empty house. When he went to sleep, he thought of the last person who truly loved him. She was back in his small hometown, the girl's name was Janel. He used to call her three times a day just to talk about life. Janel would even go visit Bim while she was in the hospital. The day that his sister died, Janel was with her until the moment she passed. Janel was his girlfriend of a year and a half,though they both knew that he only asked her to be his girlfriend so she wouldn't be able to see anyone else. She was there for him whenever he needed her, and she always smiled, and made his life better. She had small dreams, and when he looked her up, she was still in that small town. Ragnar had given up the one person that would ever be able to understand him, deal with his love of work over love of people, and be able to trust him fully. Every night he had that dream....
Strenghts:Weapons
Personality
Knowledge
Weaknesses:Personality
Stupidity
Klutziness
Fears:Death of those he loves
Love
Getting too close to people
Having someone depend on him
RP Example:Ragnar laughed kindly. "Oh no, it is fine. You don't have to be worried, I just made some choices that I wish I could change." He was sort of disliking the fact that Mayia kept calling him "Mister". "You can call me Ragnar. Mister Ragnar makes me sound old haha." He laughed awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. Then, he noticed that the girl looked like something was wrong with her. "Mayia? Are you alright? Do you not feel well? We can keep on talking if you like, talking usually makes me feel better." The company could wait for a while, Ragnar couldn't bear to see this girl, Mayia,-- who happened to look like Bim-- look so sad, upset, even slightly terrified. He didn't know what to do, and inside he was panicking just a little bit.
What do I do, what do I do...Uh...Uh...Uh..Hm. Ragnar's mind was going blank, and he didn't know how to make her feel better. The situation was out of his control, just like the fact there were no phones here was also out of his control. Looking at Mayia in this state felt like looking at his sister like this. A small idea popped into his head, and after some thinking, Ragnar decided to carry out that plan. Ragnar walked closer to Mayia, and then did what he always did with Bim. He placed his hands over Mayia's, and then said. "It is going to be ok. You don't have to worry anymore ok? Take a deep breath in, and let it out slowly, make yourself as calm as you can." This method was strange, but it was what stopped his sister in the middle of hissy fits, meltdowns, and it let her know that he was there, and willing to help with what he could.