〖the dragon rangers〗 {Literate} [Open & Accepting!]

[intristin]

shiki, that's fine. c: Accepted, Hurrimuffin! I might have to ask one of you to create or change your Ranger to a leader or captain so we can start. xD

[м o e]

{Ugh sorry it's taking so long I haven't been feeling well XP but I'll make a captain if I can have more then two characters?}

[Little Rebel]

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[Keriae]

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Caerleon Farquhar has the honor of being leader of the Rangers.
He's thirty three, seasoned in the traditions of the group he calls his
family, though it must be noted that he refuses to be spoken to as if
he is higher in rank than them. Aye, Caerleon holds a higher rank than
most, but respectful titles make him uncomfortable; he'd much rather
go by Leon, especially as he wants relationships to be built on
brotherhood and trust, not commands and a willingness to serve.

Like many others, Leon joined the Rangers at the young age; he was
a 'prentice at the age of 15, from the village of Aldwynne.
One of the furthest away from the Ranger's camp, no one expected
a boy from there to end up an apprentice of the Rangers, never mind
a fully-fledged ranger, and then their leader. Yet he has. And as
leader of the Rangers he will soon be facing many a difficult decision
in order to protect him and his, to protect the villages. With the help
of his dragon Taeran and the rest of the Rangers, how can he fail?

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Avalon Estalian

⤇the pup carer⤆

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Avalon or "Ava" ⚜ Soon to Be Twenty ⚜ Female

BACKSTORY

Avalon was born a single child to a father and mother, sheep herders, who were expecting twins. Being the first to leave the womb, feet out, it was said that she somehow tangled the umbilical cord around her sibling's neck. The child, a boy, was a stillborn. Her mother was a loving, passionate woman but her father grew cold towards her — saying she was a bad omen. Because of the lack of another heir, Ava took under herself to be almost a perfect child. Many of her trials became unsuccessful and she began to gain a large amount of clumsiness, timidness, and a fear of criticism. During her trek to find her self worth, she managed to unlock her hidden talent - the ability to gain trust of animals. She did this by, at the age of twelve, managing to tame a wild stallion who had injured two men previously. Her caring and calm mannerisms was able to keep the "beast" tame, and so she managed to bridle him.

She went on to nursing any animals she could find, from rabbits to elk and sheep, and become almost a common household name in her small town. This might have been the quality that pushed the Rangers to recruit her at age fifteen, bringing her around from the only place she has ever lived and forcing herself to embrace new adventures that she previously shunned. As an apprentice, she eagerly took up pup caring and was to move on to training. However, much like the stallion, there was a mother that would attack anyone who came near it as her pup was deathly ill. Although those who succeeded her were talented, they didn't seem able to tame the dragon. Avalon relinquished her role as a pup trainer to help with this mother, however she still has not gotten through to her. The pup still continues to worsen everyday and although she does not disregard the others, he is her most important task. She has named him Kérak.

ABOUT AVA

Ava is extremely caring, almost to a flaw. She has an unbridled urge to care for anything weak or injured and often gets hurt in the process though she will not admit it. Though friendly, she is somewhat shy and prefers to listen rather than speak out and is also very patient. She is not a fighter, but is rather sharp with a longbow and has a slightly edited one that allows for quicker firing. Because of this being one of her only fighting abilities, she always carries a quiver with twenty golden tipped arrows on her back. Ava can also play the flute and finds that it helps calm down nervous or energetic dragons. Her largest fault is that she is very sensitive and insults or criticism hurt her much more than sticks and stones as she takes everything much too seriously. Despite this, she has a strong spirit to protect those who need it and will sacrifice anything to do so.

APPEARANCE

Standing at 5'6", Avalon is a petite girl with a soft frame. Though slightly curvaceous, she does not have a prominent chest and is cloaked in pale skin. One of her only scars comes from her collarbone and wraps around her neck, but she usually hides this with her brunette locks that reach mid back. Ava also carries thick brows and eyelashes which shape soft green eyes that lay above rosy cheeks. However, she is not very strong despite the exertion that comes with being a Ranger and truly only sports muscle on her legs (she falls behind in most athletic cases).

HUGO THE TODDLER

Hugo is a toddler dragon born too soon and because of this is much smaller and weaker than others. He requires constant attention as his health goes sour very quickly. He is also one of the only dragons his age that cannot fly as his wings are not strong enough to support his body. However, he moves around by using his claws and teeth to climb up walls. Despite his physique, he is extremely intelligent and has been found on multiple occasions unlocking doors and opening jar lids. He will eventually be given to another Ranger when he comes of health and age, but Ava dreads this day.

[WafflezNeeded]

Will we be starting soon?"

[intristin]

Sorry for the lack of replying. We will start soon. Reviewing forms now. :]

[intristin]

Keraie, WafflezNeeded, you are both accepted and we can now start roleplaying.

[intristin]

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I look around as I restring my bow. The quiet of the camp is a pleasant surprise for once. No Drolfs or Klik-tiks are attacking, no rogue dragons setting fire to villages. The camp was so quiet, you could hear the faint rumbles of pups spitting flames for the first time. So beautifully, wonderfully... insanely quiet, I finish to myself. It's more than just a rumor that rangers can't stand to stand in one place for too long. And there is something about this silence that doesn't sit well with me. What it is, my mind is racing to find out, yet I can't think up a single reason as I finish with my bow and move on to the oil we rangers use to darken our bows so that they do not reflect the sun. I glance over to the pasture where Drawli is standing, his tack hanging on the fence. He seems to be waiting for an opportunity to fly into the woods just as I am. I look towards the woods for the tenth time since I sat down a few moments ago. Still nothing. So infuriatingly quiet, it just might drive me insane.

Tired of oiling and restringing my bow over and over, I stand and walk over to the meadow, scooping up the tack on my way. Why not exercise Drawli a bit? It wouldn't hurt, and I'd like to be ready for any action. I move over to his side and toss the saddle up onto his back, my shoulders and arms used to the movement and able to lift the heavy saddle with ease. Drawli's scales quiver slightly in anticipation as the familiar weight of the saddle settles on his spine. I tighten both girths, then walk along Drawli's elongated neck to his head, where he eagerly opens his mouth and practically takes the bit from my fingers. With a smile, I remember my younger days when I rode my father's horses about. Why is it rangers are so different from horsemen even though we use the same tools and the same concept as them to tame our own beasts? Who is to judge what is untameable, anyway? The villagers claim we are half-dragons ourselves, and that is how we ride them. So are they half-horse, since they are capable of taming horses? Of course not. The villagers can be so simple-minded. They act as if accepting our help is like making a deal with the devil.

Drawli gives an annoyed rumble in his throat. Usually, this is the sign a wild dragon makes when it is about to flame, but as Drawli is trained, he would never flame unless signalled to do so. I finish buckling on the bridle, take the reins over his head, place my foot in the stirrup, and swing my leg over, settling into the familiar slopes and angles of the saddle. I take the reins in both hands, tap my heels gently against his flanks, and we take off. He spreads his pale white wings, the sails filling with the cold breeze and we lift off high into the sky until the camp is nothing more than a speck on the ground.

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Looking around, the first thing I notice is the smell. God, that's going to take a long time to get used to! It's very smoky in this camp, especially near the pup barns. I try to find the structure I'm supposed to go to. The apprentices' dorm. I don't see any convenient guys walking around to give me directions, so I head for the first building I see that looks relatively dorm-ish. I open the oak door and look inside. Bows hanging off bunks, swords on beds, and a sketch of a dragon. Pretty sure they don't allow apprentices bows right off the bat, so I decide to shut the door and move on before someone finds me poking around in random buildings. I have luck on the next building; there is a small piece of paper with the words "apprentices" written on it stuck to the door. Glad someone thought about us. I open the door and look around. One fireplace, six bunk beds, six tiny dressers, and two chairs in the middle of the room. Cozy.

I head for the first bunk and set down my pack on the bottom bunk. I open the dresser drawer beside me and throw in my clothing and few possessions, then shut it again. I stick the pack under the bed, then test the mattress and blankets. Mattress thin but not lumpy, pillow flat, blankets thick but roughly made. Basically, just like my bed at home. Not bad. I head back out of the building, looking around the camp. I spot a white dragon taking off in one of the far pastures with a guy on its back. Uninterested, I head towards the pup barn by following my nose. I shoulder open one of the steel doors and look inside. Why not take a peek at what I'm going be riding for the next few years?

The moment I open the door, I know it was a mistake. In large stalls, I see several dragons pacing, sending streams of fire at the blackened walls. I start to back out, but my shoe hits the door, making it rattle loudly. In a second, all the pups are staring at me. "Uh..." A moment before they begin to shoot flames at me, I jump out of the building and slam the door with all my strength, stumbling away from the door as it suddenly heats up from the fire and making me trip and fall to the ground. "Real smooth, real smooth," I mutter as I pick myself up and brush myself off, hoping that no one saw me. Looking around to check first, I start to whistle and walk off.

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She wiped the sweat from her brow, the barn rising with heat as flame after flame was shot from each dragon's mouth. Ava had forgotten how in the world this disaster had come about, but now each cry from tired mothers, hungry babies, and arguing dragons became one loud rumble. The pup carer raced from one side to the other, trying to pry the beasts away from each other. "You can stop now! I'm sorry, I don't know what happened but we can talk about that, ya know?" she cried, forgetting that dragons most likely didn't understand a word of what she was saying. What was she thinking? Becoming a pup carer! She raced to the left side of the barn, dodging a claw that was flung at her and slammed into a drawer.

"Ow…" she groaned, reaching down the drawer to the bottom and pulled out the shelf, reaching in and grasping incense. This usually seemed to calm the mothers once they had gotten wild up, but the newborns would need some sort of treat for them to quiet down. She raised the incense high, searching around for something to light it, but a stray spark from a young baby flew towards it and set the smell springing from the sticks. Avalon grinned, spreading the scent around the room, targeting the mothers specifically. Most of them had calmed down, but the children were still running rampant. And as if she hadn't been stressed enough, a boy broke through the door. Ava turned and stood still as did the dragons, silence breaking the burnt barn. His mouth open and as he begun to speak, the dragons riled again and flames began to rain down.

"Gah!" she exclaimed, grasping one of the pups whose aim had proven to be rather accurate from the burns that she had gained on her left hand. But the boy, most likely an apprentice, managed to burst back out the door before the fireball reached his head. She breathed out in exasperation, rushing the entrance and swinging it open - slamming it behind her.

"Y-You okay, there?" she panted, becoming increasingly out of breath. She wished she was more physically well.