Berk Island of the Dragon Riders:HTTYD semi-lit/lit Open

[Nightra]

~Human~
Name: Runa Vulom
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Species: Human
Position: Loner
Dragon: Zabaki
~Dragon~
Name: Zabaki
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Skrill
Position: Loner
Human: Runa Vulom
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Tagged:Myra, Berwald, Birkir, & Stryder

~Runa~
I looked at the boy, the blade now fully in my hand. I twirled it around some, since it had a ring on the end. The other one was still upon my back tho. I had two of them. "Yet I have been wondering around here, rather freely for quite some time now." I said to him with that grin still plastered over my face. I watched the dragon behind him as it turned from a purple to a red color. I always had found it interesting on how Hobblegrunt dragons could do that. It was at that moment that the other girl had stood and walked over to the boy. She placed her hand on his shoulder before she leaned in some. It appeared as if she whispered something to him and I frowned a little. I hated when people did that. The girl then turned and looked right at me. Her words washed over me as I stood there. Well now that is a surprise, to be standing before the soon to be leader of a viking village. "My names is Runa Vulom, I am just a simple wanderer." I said to her.

It was at that moment that I heard a small crackle above us, before a bolt of blue lightning hit the ground in the space between us. I was after all a good couple feet from them. It had been nothing more than a warning shot as the black Skrill landed beside me, his tail curling around me. He had no idea what was going on, all he saw was an upset looking Hobblegrunt, a blade in my hand and some unknown humans and dragons. AS you figured by now, we never really had good experience with unknown beings. Lightning crackled over his body until I placed my hand upon him. "It's alright, they are not threatening me." I said to him. He snorted at me before looking back at them. The lightning stopped but you could tell he would rip any one away who dare approach us. Zabaki was very protective of me.

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[Hush]

(Your dragon's accepted. I'll reply in a moment)

[Icefire1598]

Dagny stood looking around as she had been in the nearby wood. Throwing her ax at the tree's was something she enjoyed doing. She soon looked at Frightlight. The Flightmare started chirping as she stared at her rider before she stood on all four's making it clear that she wanted to go on a flight. Dagny smiled grabbing her ax, placing it on her side and climbed on her dragon before she took off into the sky. The red head smiled holding out her hands while she flew her braid whipping in the wind as the wind howled in her ears causing her to close her eyes. She started laughing as she opened her eyes and looked down at the tribe from above. She knew that she may have been young to be head warrior, but she also knew that she knew a lot about different battle strategies. She soon landed on the beach and stared out at the sea thinking about her past. Her father. How he would react seeing her like this. She cracked a half smile and rubbed her dragon's head.

[Hush]

Myra smiled at her and held a arm out in front of Berwald who had stood up and was giving questioning looks to the pair, not understanding what was going on. "Well how about you two join us for lunch? I do owe you one so it's the least I can do. Berwald should be well enough to dive so just wait a second." She said climbing onto her dragons bare back. He took off running and Myra snagged a pointy stick before diving off the cliff. They made a small splash and dove a few feet down before Myra speared 6 fish and surfaced. Berwald swam to the shore before using his X-wings to fly straight up. "Got 'em." Myra said once they had gotten back. Holding the fish over her head. Berwald gathered sticks before using his fire tornado breath to light them.

[purpledirewolf2019]

~Human~
Name: Styrk
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Rank: Outcast/Loner
Dragon: Jastrid
~Dragon~
Name: Jastrid
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Species: Grapple Grounder
Rank: Outcast/Loner
Rider: Styrk

Surprisingly, even with Jastrid playing around in the water, Styrk had managed to catch a good amount of fish. When he believed he had caught enough, he called Jastrid back to the shore. Of course she gobbled down most of them right away, but Styrk managed to grab three for himself. After slurping down her portion of fish, Jastrid suddenly tensed. She looked around and hissed at something that Stryk couldn't yet see. "What is it Jas?" he asked, but Jastrid was too busy trying to find what she had sensed. Styrk quickly hopped into his dragon's shoulders with his fish, and Jastrid took off at full speed. Flying normally, Styrk was fine, but Jastrid was a very fast dragon. At the moment, Stryk was holding on for dear life. "Jastrid! Slow down!" he yelled, pleading to her. Jastrid was actually searching for what she sensed, other dragons and humans, and with her speed, she was quickly able to find them. There were several, but she didn't land anywhere near them. She didn't trust them. Instead, as she flew overhead, she gave a loud roar, warning them not to mess with her, and flew on. Eventually she landed back where she and Stryk had spent the night, letting the disgruntled man off her back. "Please don't do that again." he requested as he lit a fire and started cooking the fish.

[Reiji]

Name
Vöndmaur
silent d
Nickname(s)
Voon
Van
Amaur
Age
18
it's 70 but he was frozen
Gender
Male
[Color=purple]Rider
None (Open)

History
N/A
Will do later
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Personality
Vöndmaur is bold, yet timid. He can easily be calm at some situation but that's not his profession. Von loves to play jokes and destroy anything belonged to humans, he call tamed dragons 'weak' because they need to depend on someone.


OTHER
I am sorry this form is short, just tell me if I need to edit anything. Typing & coding on phone isn't easy

[Hush]

(Accepted and it's fine. I'm always on my phone so I understand.

[purpledirewolf2019]

(anyone open for my charries?)

[Nightra]

((I will try and post soon. Going to post for almost everyone. btw Hush you might want to look at the front page, there is an odd pic there. ))

[sicksadworld.]

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Name: Ildar Kristinsson
Nickname: Ildar
Age: Twenty Two
Gender: Male
Dragon: Desert Wraith
Wanted Rank: Warrior
Rank: Whatever is given to him

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Deposition: Ildar is quiet, content with his own individuality and often spends his time with his dragon out on the cliffs instead of the village. Apart from his lack of social interaction he makes up with it with general help around the village and is a trusting warrior, following orders to the last word and is a very devoted member of Kewani and the island of Berk.
History: Raised by a single mother, Ildar is the eldest of four children and the only boy in his family, consisting of his Grandfather and his two cousins as well. Ildar first started off working as a shepherd boy, quiet and timid and very afraid of dragons. His childhood had been a stressful one and for that it seemed to excommunicate him from the community, his small stature often found sat in the fields, watching over the sheep with keen eyes. It wasn't until he reached the age of fourteen that he rode his first dragon, and from that exhilarating experience he became addicted, became a man. As he aged he progressed through the ranks, his skills with a mace and heavy weaponry earned him a seat on expeditions as a guard. That was when he found Dvallin. It wasn't on purpose, but neither was it accidental, to Ildar it was fate that brought the pair together. Whilst helping a goods flight travel through the flatlands, known to be one of the largest bandit hotspots, Ildar and his fellow guards fell short to an ambush of dragon catchers, they were left in the heat of the flat lands, bruised and beaten and without supplies, Ildar had suffered a large wound on the inside of his right arm from the lashing tail of his panicking dragon and held the wound together with scraps of fabric. For days they wandered aimlessly to try and find help, they were on the verge of giving up when they stumbled upon Dvallin, the aged dragon was as injured as they for he had escaped the dragon catchers, one of their pike hooks however had caught on the inside hind right leg and shattered the small splint bones, meaning he was left with a limp and struggling to walk. The guard fought over whether to kill the dragon for meat and protection, or whether to heal it and try and ride it. OF course after some heated deliberation, Ildar managed to sway the group into keeping the beast alive. It took several days and Ildars knowledge of bones, using his sheep as a reference, to help heal the damage with a make shift splint. For a week and a half they managed to survive on the littlest of supplies before Dvallin was healthy enough to carry them all to Berk. From then on the pair were inseparable and trained longer and harder to return to warrior status once more.
Likes: Storms
Fish soup
Heights
Training
Dislikes: Winter
Anything too ridiculously hot or cold
Those who laugh at his dragons ailment
Strengths: Good leadership
Thinks on the spot
Brilliant with heavy weaponry
Weaknesses: Short tempered
Braun before brain

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Crush: open
Significant Other: open
Offspring: none
Father: Tharius Kristinsson { deceased }
Mother: Maria Kristibsson
Siblings: Lilka, Chaya & Arya

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Hair color: Black - shaven
Eye color: Light teal
Scars/Birthmarks: A large scar down the inside of his right arm.
Height: 6ft 2"
Other: His entire body is covered in tattoos, all relative to his life and experiences.

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Name: Dvalinn
Age: 657 years 4 months
Gender: Male
Species: Desert Wraith
Rider: Ildar
Wanted Rank: Scout/Warrior
Rank: Low ranking/ newcomer


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Skin color: Pinkish hue, darker on the joints with black markings, however the black is fading around the legs and tail due to age.
Eye color: White, like the hottest part of a flame.
Scars/Birthmarks: Several scars from battles with other dragons surround his jawline, neck and abdomen.
Other: Often wears claw guards, sharpened and made by Ildar, as well as having to wear a metal splint on the inside of his hind right leg.