Starfall-Human & Creature Fantasy RP(late medieval) semilit

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Those are completely horrifying gifs Curious, accepted xd

[~ Trigger]

{Omg, so sorry that this took so long. Today was busier than I thought, so I didn't have much time to finish this. Hopefully this is OK. My second form will be on this post and I'll have it done by tomorrow..I hope. I'll tell you when I got my male form done. Thank you!}

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“Kill a man, and you are an assassin.
Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror.
Kill everyone, and you are a god.”
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My name is Apphia Red Thatcher, but call me Red and I was born from the wilderness. I'm 26 years old and I live among the cities of Zianna. I'm a hard case to solve, a mystery not yet be known. It's true, I am a dyre, but 1 of the very few that still live today. Most times I'm not greeted with a kind tone. For many don't approve dyres living in the city, even though were allowed. People think were abnormal, which means different from others. Making them think that we don't belong in this strange world. Sometimes I believe their right, but they're more creatures in the world that we may not know that existed. Trust me, I've seen things that no one will ever believe. I'm pretty young for a dyre and I spend most of my time in my "bladed form" which is my human form. Of course it's easy to tell that I'm a a female in my feline and human form. Being rejected taught me a lot of these humans and just makes me sick in my stomach. As a return gift, I treat them in the same way. Not the way you think either. After years pasted in the city, I became something that is familiar to the world. I'm a thief, stealing what is needed. Most things I steal I give to the poor, or the weak. Being treated wrong changed a lot of things. I sometimes have to kill those who don't deserve to live. Very few accept my help, but I guess you can say that I stopped helping the poor after a while. The good thing is that I'm not the most wanted, though enough for guards to keep a good look out. It's easy to avoid hoards of angry mobs, chasing guards, and clan wars. Welcome to the life of a dyre, stealing, killing, and surviving the disastrous world.

With a blink of an eye, you can easily tell what a person looks like. Most of my body is covered by clothing, but you can see my face when my hood is down, and my hands. That's mainly it, but it's for protection. As my physical appearance, I'm 5"4 feet tall and weighs about 123 pounds. My body figure is thin, yet round around the hips. I almost look like an hour glass figure, but not exactly. My skin is a dark tan, hair is dark brown, wavy, and always down. Eyes are bright green since my "clawed form" is a feline. my hands are really small, which is probably half of the size of a male hand. I'm small for a dyre as well, but I'm very quick on my feet and paws. My lips are a few shades darker and eyelashes are pure black, almost looking like I have mascara on. My skin is also smooth like baby skin, including my hands. It's pretty easy to tell I'm a dyre, because I have slit pupils like a feline and not round like humans and I have cute little cheetah ears that hand through my hood. It helps to hear better, but I'm just a quiet feline.

As for clothing, (Which just imagine Assassin's Creed clothing. Yes it's Assassin's Creed, but I just love the clothing designs!) it's white with red, brown, and white. Maybe a touch of tan, but not exactly. Here are some better looks since I can't really explain it. As for the weapons, I have a hidden blade on my right hand, a few throwing daggers that are hanging along me chest, dual blades, hidden blade in my boot, bow and arrow along my back, and that's mainly it for weapons.
Clothing

As for scars, I do have a few scars. Three slashes on the back, which you can't see, unless I'm wearing my other clothing. Which I hardly wear, only when blending in with the crowd. Along with a small scar on my left side of my lip. That's mainly it, unless you count the scar on my wrist, on which was slashed for an oath that I took upon years ago, but it's over now. All the scars are caused by battles, but one thing is that the three large scars that reach from my right shoulder to my left side of my hip was caused by a whip. I just hate whips and will always get the hated feeling when I see one.

Let's talk about beautification, as in jewelry and make-up. First of all, I only were black eye shadow and ear rings. Most times I only wear a small silver- loop ear ring on my left side and a small red feather ear ring on my right side. That's it, but I guess I can tell that I wear a small choke necklace with a bear claw that hangs on the end. I believe that people who overdue their beautification are idiots.

In my "clawed form" I'm a big cat. Which means I'm a cat, larger than a regular house cat. I'm the cheetah, which fits my body figure. Slim, small, and quick. I may not have the strength of lions, panthers, or any other large felines, but I'm the quickest land animal alive. It's true that most cheetahs have brown, or gold eyes, but I'm special. Green eyes are very rare, probably impossible, but it also depends on the family blood. All cheetahs look like light brown, or tan with black spots all over the body. Except the two lines form under the eyes and lands onto the chin. So mainly I'm light brown, white under pelt, bright green eyes, and my tail has black loops and at the end has a white tip. My teeth are white with a small hint of yellow, with blood red gums, light pink tongue, claws are black, and paw pads are dark grey. All scars on my "bladed form" show on my "clawed form" and jewelry does as well. As a cheetah, I'm quicker than most humans, practically can out run horses in my "bladed form" and I'm a quick thinker.

Most times I'm mysterious, dark, quiet, short- tempered, cautious, and always rethinks everything before doing something. I usually just stick among the shadows, but when needed, I'll be hiding among the crowds of people without anyone noticing me as a dyre, or thief. You can't trust me at times, because I've already back-stabbed 3 people, not because I'm that dark, but I out- smarted them and learned that they were going to do it to me anyways. Always meeting new people brings the dark side of my personality, but the fun part is scaring people off. You can trust me and I can't trust me. Everything works out perfectly and I'm very serious when it comes to thieving. The funny thing is that I've learned how to be kind, gentle, generous, and polite, but I never use my manners. This place is already dark enough that it's not needed. Trust me, you don't want to be around me when I'm trying to do my job. Any interference and your life will be on a breaking piece of thread. Sticking in the shadows keeps my identity safe and helps me to stay out of trouble. Then comes the dark, yet quiet part of my personality. I keep everything secret, not allowing anyone to know my age, name, home, or anything that includes my life. Yet, my dark life is always known. I can be merciless, yet most times I'm just a dark thinker. Making plans for devious jobs and dangerous deaths. At least I don't let me enemies have a long, painful death. The only time I did that was for a rich man who was horrible to me. That's another story though. It frustrates me when people always get suspicious about me, calling guards to question me, even when I haven't done anything wrong, yet. That's when I get in large arguments with people, guards, and random people. That's when the fighting happens, which heads to the chase, and then towards the hiding. 5 time I almost got taken by the guards, just because I don't have a peaceful conversation with them. If I wasn't careful, I probably would be behind bars are the moment.

On my other side, which I never use, only goes to friends. I actually don't have any friends and that's where the lonely part of life comes. I don't get too lonely, but lonely enough to sit alone at a bar, hearing everyone laugh, while I sit alone listening to their ridiculous jokes. When it comes to friends, if I ever get any. I get funny, just a bit flirty, and gentle. Not too gentle, but enough that I don't chase people off.I'll probably due a quiet and lonely death, but that's alright. Not everyone needs friends.

Born in the wild, raised in the wild, lived in the wild, and learned about the wild. I may have been born as a human, but I was raised by animals. My parents raised me, but I always spent my time among the forests, having conversations with other animals. The animals were like a second family, but my mother died by a sickness, which was caused by the dreadful sickness that was roaming around the forest. My father raised me from the age 3 to 16. That's when the time came for me to venture off to the new world. Leaving my father wasn't as hard, but just enough for me to have the urge to return at times. Anyways, as I was traveling to the great cities, I was suddenly taken by strange men, which brought me to the city for me. Only problem is that I was being sold as a slave. It was awful, being pushed around, telling me what to do. That wasn't the life I was searching for. After working for a man for about 2 years, I finally couldn't take it anymore and tried to fight back. That's when my fear of whips came, but another week passed and a sudden thrust of strength came and killed the man. Freeing others and myself. That's when the notifications came to the city guards to keep a watch out for me. Since I was poor, living among the rats, I started to steal food for my starving soul. That's where the story begins of my thief life. It's not much for at the age of 19 to now, I've been stealing. I will forever be a professional thief, doing what's right for my own good since I have no one else to care about. It's a bit sad that I have no friends, but who would want to be friends with a thief. I always keep my profile low, but sometimes I see wanted papers hanging about, which makes me tear them down every time. Keeping the profile low, keeps peace among your life.

I guess I have one friend and I can talk to him to. He lives in the stables, which is a male stallion. His breed is an appaloosa, his name is Yale, and he understands my pain. I sometimes hang around him, at least I visit him once a day, well I try. Hopefully that life will come smoother for me so I can actually leave the city to visit my father in the forest. I'm sure Yale would be exited to visit the forest again. We both have been together since birth, well close to birth. Friends till the end, well practically family, not friends. I really hope that my father is still OK. It's been 10 years since I last saw him and I hope he won't be angry with me for not visiting him this whole time.

I never got close to anyone, so I guess I don't have anything close to my heart. Besides Yale my trusty stallion and Tyru, my father. I never fell in love, had a crush, or even liked anyone. That's one flaw of being anti-social, but hopefully I will be able to relax and actually make some friends. I'll just have to wait and see in the future. I still have years to go and I know sometime I will find someone. My orientation is straight, nothing else. So really, at the moment, I'm open for any crushes, possible boyfriend, and probably not a family for a while. I don't think I ready for that. Mother is deceased by sickness, father may still be alive, but I haven't heard from him, and my stallion, which he feels like family.

True identity, I don't understand what your asking. All I know that I'm a dyre, thief, and a runaway. I have nothing to hide, unless your asking if I have any deep secrets. I do, but just because I'm explaining myself, doesn't mean I'm just going to blurt out my deepest secrets. Even if you were a close friend, I still wouldn't tell you my secrets. No one will ever know them, only my stallion and he swore to keep them to himself as well. You'll just have to wait and see if I trust you enough to tell my deepest, darkest secrets.
My favorite animal is..(drum roll please)
Felines, Canines, Horses, almost every animal in the world!
Ya, I don't have a favorite...sorry.

(All photos belong to their rightful owners. None belong to me

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Besides pride, loyalty, discipline, heart, and mind,
confidence is the key to all the locks.

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name;; Chase Ujj Forest
nicknames;; Ujj
age;; 24 Years
gender;; Male
sexual orientation;; Straight
faction;; The Legion
race;; Human

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height;; 5'11
weight;; 157
hair;;Dark Brown
eyes;; Blue
body build;; Average, a bit muscular
skin tone;; pale.

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good;; loyal, kind, open-armed.
bad;; reserved, can be rude, grumpy.
fears;; snakes, dying, others dying.
likes;; musical instruments, training, reading.
dis-likes;; dangerous people, snappy judgment, stubbornness.

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relationship;; Open
family;; Ryan ( Father)
Diana (Mother)
Ariel (Younger Sister)
pets;; Ellie ( Palomino Mare)
home;;Heart of Zianna

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ｎａｍｅ >> Chase Ujj Forest

My name is Chase Ujj Forest, but most call me Ujj. My family tree has been going for many generations and each child is named after a great great grand father, or grand mother. It's just a family tradition, but Chase was my great grand father's name. Chase doesn't have a meaning, just..Chase I guess. Actually none of my names have a meaning, besides that Forest has been going for generations, growing larger each generation. A lot of people mispronounce my name Ujj. Let me tell you this, Ujj is pronounced as /U, J/. Simple, right? I'm sure you can say it now, if not..that's alright I guess. Though, I rather not have anyone else call me Mr. Forest, sir, or master. Either it's Chase, or Ujj. Don't even try to make up nicknames for me either. Names like Chasey and JJ are just dull and pathetic. Horrible taste for my blood.

ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ >> Ujj

I rather have people call me Ujj, because I've always been called Ujj since I understood English. It's strange that people don't call you by your first name, which mine is Chase, but I actually like Ujj better. Some people mistaken it was Ujj, if you get my drift. Difficult to correct people when they say my name wrong because they just never listen. It's just frustrating that people can't learn these days. My nickname is like pronouncing the letters name. Like A is...a? Hard to explain, but I'm pretty sure your smart enough to understand what I'm trying to say. I could accept being called Chase, but usually it's for people who don't know me enough to call me Ujj.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ >> a collection of good and bad.

Most times when I'm on duty, I'm serious, Not easy to please, loyal, stern, and always give strangers the glare before they enter the city. It's just fun scaring travelers, but I don't want to scare them off either. I'm mostly on duty, but when off duty I get soft, kind, generous, flirty, and quiet. I spend my breaks in books, which gets people to think that I'm a nerd. Though when off duty, I'm totally the opposite of my duty mood, but that's because I can't mess around during duty, or it would bring great consequences. Sad thing is that when I see men flirting with girls, I choke on my own words. I may be flirty, but it's difficult for me to talk to the ladies. They just give the stare that makes a man melt into his boots. Anyways, most times I'm either working along the gates, or in the palace, or in the library, reading books. When reading, I sometimes get grumpy when I'm interrupted for no reason, which makes me want to out-smart people's immature minds.

When it comes to battle, that's when I get serious, aggressive, tough, snappy, and in my raging mode. Though mostly that's in large battles, not small battles. Small battles, I just get serious and aggressive. War hasn't been going for a while since we got new technology called gun powder, but what I fear is that the enemy will soon figure out how to make gun powder as well and it would just be another large war, except more deadly. Hopefully the king...don't tell anyone this, but I sometimes I hope that the king knows what he's doing. Sure he hasn't made war come for a long period of time, but lately we've had more shadowy figures enter the city.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ >> easy past

I've been born in a wealthy family, raised with great manners and importance. Learning how to fight, read, write, and how to give respect. My family was wealthy, but they knew how to treat other people. My family is probably one of the most generous people of this city. Each year I get better with everything and became the star student of my school when I was young. It's rare for a child to get into a school, but I did a few years of private tutoring. At the age 15, I learned about the great knights of old and that's when my dream came to become a knight. Successfully it came true and I started my first training at the age of 16. Yet years passed again and now I'm a full knight, protecting the city as my oath said.

I never had trouble in my past, for a easy past is always a good past. Besides me being incredibly smart with my writing and books, I guess you can say that I'm just an average knight, doing my job.

ａｂｉｌｉｔｉｅｓ >> knight duties

As a knight, I guess you can say that I have abilities. Being an expert swordsman, leader, and protector. As a swordsman expert, I wield the two-handed blade and a bow and arrow across my back. I'm not the best with range weapons, but great with hand to hand combat and close ranged weapons. My duty is to protect the city at all costs, even life itself. I main job is around the city walls and gates, making sure that everything is going out smoothly. Rarely go into the palace to watch for any threats, but that's the boring job.I communicate with many travelers, for I can speak one other language. Though practically everyone here speaks English, so I guess my secondary language is no use in this city.

( All photos belong to their rightful owners. Yes, it's Aragon from Lord of the Rings, but I couldn't find other photos. Same as usual, I don't have a favorite animal for I love them all!)

[-Starchild.Keith-]

The ages of the dyre and dragon are relative, so I mean they have the mentality of someone that age.

n.a.m.e ::

» Devon Gromgor

g.e.n.d.e.r ::

» Male
a.g.e ::

» 24
r.a.c.e ::

» Human
a.l.l.e.g.i.a.n.c.e ::

» Legion
r.a.n.k ::

» Guard

b.o.d.y ::

» Devon's build is what many would think of when they think archer- tall, thin, good for climbing and reaching high vantage points. He stands at 5'11" and weighs about 155 pounds, making him a bit skinnier than normal. However, most everything on his is muscle. His muscles are toned, but not overly buff. His skin is average, perhaps slightly pale.

e.y.e.s ::

» Devon's eyes are very interesting. From afar, they look green. When viewed up close, however, they are shown to be hazel. The majority of the coloring is golden, but there are bright green flecks sprinkled throughout, as well as some brown.
h.a.i.r ::

» Devon's hair is long and brown. He often keeps it down or in a loose ponytail.
c.l.o.t.h.e.s ::

» Devon's clothes are normal in his opinion. He wears brown pants and leather boots. His shirt is a long tan undershirt with sleeves under a brown leather vest. He wears leather arm-guards so he can use his bow as well as fingerless gloves. On his leather vest is the crest of the Legion emblazoned bright and bold- the entire back is the design, and a smaller version rests over his heart on the front.
w.e.a.p.o.n.s ::

» Devon carries a black bladed bow, a black quiver with his arrows, and 2 daggers with him at all times. He also carries a single short sword in a sheath on his side.

l.i.k.e.s ::

» Pleasing those above him
» Killing those that deserve it
» Hunting
» Being alone in high places

d.i.s.l.i.k.e.s ::

» Crowds
» Stupidity
» Those that are against the king
» Pacifists
» Weaklings
» Children
» Lots of talking
s.t.r.e.n.g.t.h.s ::

» His skill with a bow and arrow
» Stealth
» No remorse
» Good eyesight
w.e.a.k.n.e.s.s.e.s::

» Physically weak
» Low pain tolerance
» Sneaky and greedy
f.e.a.r.s ::

» Being killed
b.a.s.i.c ::

» Sneaky, murderous, unpleasant to everyone that won't help him get what he wants

n.a.m.e ::

» Lunaris

g.e.n.d.e.r ::

» Female
a.g.e ::

» 21
r.a.c.e ::

» Dragon
a.l.l.e.g.i.a.n.c.e ::

» Other
r.a.n.k ::

» None

b.o.d.y ::

» Lunaris's body is quite compact yet sleek. She is very muscular for her size and gender, but she is by no means overly strong. Her legs are long and strong, ending in three claws on both front and back. Her front feet also have a thumb-like claw as well, allowing her to grasp things. Down the length of her back, from her neck to the tip of her tail, are long, black spines. Her spikes can lie flat against her back if a saddle were to be attached. At the end of her tail is a cluster of black, scaly feathers. Her neck spikes are sort of webbed. Her two wings are big enough to allow her to fly quickly. Two large, white horns grace her skull, the mouth of which is lined with many sharp teeth. Her stomach is plated with hard, sharp scales that offer her protection.
e.y.e.s ::

» Lunaris's eyes are very unique. They seem to be silver at first glance, but they can quickly change. If exposed to either bright sunlight or firelight, and rarely moonlight, they turn into a glistening myriad of rainbow hues.
s.i.z.e ::

» Lunaris is a decent size for living in a town. Her body is about the size of a horse, meaning that she is just big enough to be ridden and just small enough to fit into open buildings, like barns. Horse saddles can easily be adapted for her back.
e.l.e.m.e.n.t ::

» Frost

l.i.k.e.s ::

» Moonlight
» Cold things
» Being around people she trusts
» Flying

d.i.s.l.i.k.e.s ::

» Fire
» Mean people
» Being alone
» Taking orders
s.t.r.e.n.g.t.h.s ::

» Speed and agility
» Good aim
» Plated underside
w.e.a.k.n.e.s.s.e.s::

» Low strength
» Not really that stealthy due to size
» Can be a bit snappy if people annoy her
f.e.a.r.s ::

» Large amounts of fire
» Being trapped somewhere that she can't see the sky
b.a.s.i.c ::

» Free-spirited, kind, helpful, stubborn





n.a.m.e ::



» Jax
g.e.n.d.e.r ::

» Male
a.g.e ::

» 24
r.a.c.e ::

» Dyre Wolf
a.l.l.e.g.i.a.n.c.e ::

» Highborne
r.a.n.k ::

» Fighter

b.o.d.y ::



» Jax's human body is rather skinny for his height, averaging out to about 5'6" and 135 pounds. His hair is pure white and shaggy and his skin is rather pale, making him look like he's frozen. He has more wiry muscle that any real buffness, but it works for him. The animalistic features in this form are white wolf ears, as well as a long white tail. His back feet end in paws and the fur starts halfway between his knee and foot. His hands are a mixture of paws and hands. There is fur for the same amount as on his leg. Both feet and hands have claws on every digit. He does not have regular human ears, which can be kind of disconcerting to some. He has a short muzzle on his face, lined with jagged teeth and covered in fur. It is a normal wolf's muzzle, except a bit squashed onto his face.
» Jax's wolf form is that of a white wolf. He is still slightly smaller and skinnier than others his age, which means that he is considered a weakling, even though he really isn't.
e.y.e.s ::

» Jax's eyes are a light shade of icy blue, almost silver at the center. Mixed in with his overall complexion, this can be quite a sight.
f.u.r ::

» Jax's fur is thick and white, making him look bigger than he is. It helps keep him warm, since his small body can get colder easily.
w.e.a.p.o.n.s ::

» Jax does not carry any weapons with him, minus a dagger. The handle shifts between one suited for a hand and one suited for a mouth.
a.r.m.o.r ::

» Jax wears very simple armor and clothing. He wears a long-sleeved shirt and pants, both in shades of white. He never wears shoes because he has paws. His actual armor consists of a silver chest-plate and armguards, both of which shift when he does. On his wolf form, it changes to a full-torso armor piece and armor on his front legs.

l.i.k.e.s ::

» Warmth
» Feeling powerful and useful
» Protecting others
d.i.s.l.i.k.e.s ::

» Feeling weak
» Being alone
» Freezing
» Having people hate him
s.t.r.e.n.g.t.h.s ::

» Thinking/planning
» Fighting
» Running
w.e.a.k.n.e.s.s.e.s::

» Not too strong, more speed
» He can jump to conclusions
» His growly voice can be hard to understand
f.e.a.r.s ::

» Hurting those close to him
» Not having friends
» Dying without making a difference
b.a.s.i.c ::

» Stubborn, tough, strong, fast.

Friesian Horse

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The call me Altrox, the Crazed. Such silly nonsense, there is nothing crazed about me. I stand as a guardian... A protector... A butcher... I am a pawn of the gods, and I will see to it that their will be done. I am a Zealot for The Callers.
Though I hate wasting my time speaking of myself when there is unholy blood to be spilled, I suppose I can spare the time. I am a Male Dyre Crocodile. The gods blessed me with the gift of having such a body, so powerful, so strong, the perfect tool for their will. The gods are surely pleased with me, as I have survived 35 years under their service.

Again with the useless questions. I'm usually not one to speak of my body, but I will make an exception this once. I am a seven foot tall Dyre Crocodile while in bladed form. I haven't the time for my clawed form, it is too slow for my taste. I tower over the unholy as I cleanse the filth from these lands. My eyes are a deep blood red and pupils are vertical. My mouth reveals rows of sharp and serrated teeth, rarely are they clean. My face and body are covered in countless scars. Though many would hide such things, I display them with pride. Each one representing the will to serve my creator.

Ahh yes. Something worth talking about. The tools of my trade. I wear the heaviest steel any blacksmith can provide on nearly all parts of my body. I do not cover my face with a helmet, however. I prefer to watch the Unholy tremble before me. As for my weapons, I prefer to use my 8 foot long crescent blade. Within the blade itself is a translucent gem made of the same materials of that of a soul shard. Whenever I cleanse the filth, I take their energy, their soul; I refine it into a pure form and the energy flows throughout my whole body. The Crescent glows a bright red when that happens and my scales turn red, eyes redder. I grow more powerful and more dangerous. As long as I keep killing, I keep getting stronger. Not only is the Crescent the perfect tool to cleanse the land with, but it also prepares the meat well for hatchlings.

As I said before, my one purpose and goal in this life is to please the gods. All who dare to question their authority will be cleansed with the Crescent. I will openly express my faith and educate those who have none. If they can't be educated, they will be cleansed. I have a temper and everyone knows it, they try to stay out of my way. In my spare time, I like to gather up as many humans as I can find and see how many I can cleanse in one swing, my record stands at seven so far. Afterwards, I do feel some remorse, so I eat the scraps; it would be a shame to waste all that meat.

Ever since I was a hatchling, the stars were there to guide me. The gods spoke to me and lit my path. They showed me the horrors of men killing their own kind. After seeing that, I knew what must be done. I decided that in order to cleanse the land of the atrocities of man, blood must spilled until all who taint this land are gone. The only ones who shall remain are those who serve the true and the sacred. It is then that we will finally meet our makers in a land of everlasting tranquility.

(Could... Not.... Resist....)
(and yes, lots of inspiration off of the League of Legends character, Renekton)

[~ Trigger]

(Blown away with the forms you guys made, Trigger and FullMetal. Accepted! If any of you were interested in creating a caller, it won't count toward your character maximum for the time being. We're having slight balancing issues.)

(I could make a caller, male or female. Depends on which gender we are short on. Anyways, I'll get both forms done as soon as I can though the caller one may not be as big and fancy as my other two. Thanks for accepting my first one, but now I'm down to two more forms.
Edit: Do we still need more callers? Seems like everyone is making one before I can finish my Legion form o.o)

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(Just me and curious so far. I want to try to have at least 3 players in each faction at minimum. I'll be creating one for each, just need to find the time.)

[~ Trigger]

(Just me and curious so far. I want to try to have at least 3 players in each faction at minimum. I'll be creating one for each, just need to find the time.)

{Alright, so I'll make a female caller. Her form won't be fancy, but enough to explain everything. My second form is done by the way. It's on the same post as my first form. So check it out }

[the family business]

Name:
Moonlit Shadow, due to his black scaled body, flying at night or in dark places makes him look eerie, some are even scared to go near him.
Nickname:
Shadow for short, most people call him Shadow but the one's who fear him, call him by his full name.
Age:
518, to be exact.
Gender:
Male, one hundred percent.
Traits:
Bold, Fast, Agile, Mysterious, Aggressive.
Race:
Dragon, if you can't tell already.
Faction:
The Legion.
Rank:
Dragon.

Personality:
Moonlit Shadow is bold, he likes to act as if he is the best dragon alive, the bravest, the boldest. No doubt he is bold but sometimes he is too bold for his own good, doing stunts and flying quickly around death threatening objects to fighting with a dragon ten times his size. He can be extremely fast when he wants to, and this trait pairs up with being agile, jumping over objects and climbing trees comes to him naturally. Shadow enjoys being mysterious, when it gets dark and some people from the Legion come and feed him in his barn, he'll hide in the darkest corner so he is no longer visible and the confused man will think he has escaped and when the guards come and look he'll sit there innocently in sight eating the meat that was brought to him for dinner.
History:
For over a hundred years, Shadow was in a pitch black egg which had been in a dead volcano for years, his mother had died from humans when they were obsessed with their scales, using them as little trinkets for their own children and loved ones, their teeth used as 'medicine' and their blood used as a drink which apparently cleaned them from their sins and only the leaders could drink it for it was thought it was the drink from the Gods above. His father however was there when he hatched looking after him, teaching him how to hunt and fly. But when Shadow was now the size of a large dog and could look after himself, humans caught his father and poor Shadow never saw his father again. Now that he was alone, he made the volcano into his home until he turned four hundred and eighty five, that it was time for a change and flew and found an abandoned cave near the city Zianna, for years he was there until he was there. On the crack of dawn, when Shadow was five hundred and seventeen, humans, and maybe dyres too, captured him when he was sleeping and took him into the faction of The Legions, keeping him in a barn. Now he is five hundred and eighteen, he is used to the scheduled times to eat and times to go outside but carefully he is secretly timing the right time to sneak off outside for a few more hours until he get's tired and goes back into the barn to sleep.
Physical Appearance:
His physical appearance is what you would recognise as a dark scaled dragon, Moonlit Shadow has completely black scales, which gives him an advantage when hunting at night or in dark areas, his body is muscular and his wings are thin but thick, giving him the fastness he needs to have. His eyes are an eerie yellowish-green which gives him a slightly creepy effect, he has large feet which have four toes. He doesn't look at all that muscly but he is very strong which helps him fly, or run, faster than humans and dyres can (when in bladded form, unless they are a fast animal in clawed form and keep that ability of fastness in their bladded form). Shadow has two large ears, two horns in-between them and two horns on each side of his head, he has five minuscule horns down his head ending well before his nose and starting before the top of his head.
Size:
Shadow is about the size of a horse, which allows humans or dyres to ride him, but he won't allow that if he doesn't trust you or you are a complete stranger, due to his fair size he is able to easily fit into the town and into barns, his size also allowing a horse saddle, or specially made dragon saddle, to be fitted onto his back, however he prefers his riders, if he eventually calms down and lets someone put a saddle on him or even ride him that is, to ride him bareback.

Likes:
-Nighttime
-The Outdoors
-Flying
-Being alone
Dislikes:
-Most Humans and Dyres
-People who he distrusts
-Loud noises
-Small places
Strengths:
-Speed
-Flying
-Running
-Agility in general
Weaknesses:
-Breathing fire (he can't do it that well)
-Trusting people
-His one fear is being ridden

[RouletteBites]

(How dare you pull out a gif of toothless on me, I now have no choice now but to accept ^^)