My Character Things (DNP)

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Full History of Herschel Victor Lee, the confident wanderer

Herschel Victor Lee was born at home alongside a twin sister, to a struggling, sickly, single mother, named Fiona. The last thing that she had wanted were children. Her boyfriend, Frank, had cheated on her and she had made him leave, but she was pregnant by then. Worse, she suffered from a muscular disease that left her sickly and weak since birth, and treatments were costly. She had relied on Frank for support, as her government pension wasn't enough for treatments and getting by daily, and she couldn't work very well at all, but now that he was gone, she was skipping some treatments to make ends meet. How could she support twins? However, she fell in love with them once she saw them, and decided she would make it work.

Needless to say, the twins lived in a very poor apartment home. Victor was very bright, positive, and friendly, while his sister, Katie, was empathetic and sweet. Katie suffered from the same disease as Fiona did, so Victor would have to support them all, as soon as he was old enough. There wasn't enough money for his sister to be treated or go to the hospital, and so she died of complications at age 5, devastating Victor and his mother. Victor decided that he would start supporting his mother to help them make ends meet right then and there, though she protested. He would make things and sell them to other kids, fix things, play a guitar (which he made and taught himself to play), sing, and if worse came to worst, beg, but never steal. Honesty was important in their household.

His mother had started teaching the pair reading, writing and basic counting and math early on, which Victor excelled in, and when he entered school, he was the smartest kindergartener there. As he grew he became more skilled in his moneymaking ventures, managing to bring in some extra money for his mother, who hated begging, and took odd jobs as early as possible. He also became fairly popular in school, and had straight A's and lots of friends. Sometimes Victor would cause mischief through pranks, but this was usually rare, as he was a wonderful student. He took guitar lessons as an extracurricular activity (within school) as soon as it was offered. Things improved in their house as Victor managed to start really bringing in an income with real jobs, although they were still poor. Fiona, who had badly worsened without the treatment she couldn't afford, began to slowly get a bit better as she could take a treatment once in a while, if they had saved up. Then, when Victor turned 16, things took a turn for the worse.

Fiona suddenly worsened severely, showing symptoms of a new disease. The doctor diagnosed it as cancer. They were both again devastated. They couldn't even afford full treatments of her muscular disease- how could they treat her cancer? Victor decided to drop out of school, although it was one of the last things he wanted to do. He loved school. He took on a full-time job, and fixed things, made things, sang and played the guitar, and begged if he felt it was the only way. If he had any free time (which he hardly did) he studied textbooks his friends had given him as gifts once they knew he was dropping out, trying to keep up with his education. Despite that, teenage jobs for high school drop-outs simply didn't bring enough for treatments of both diseases and to make ends meet. Often, Victor went hungry or in ragged clothes to try to save that money for something else. There was always something. Their landlord nearly kicked them out multiple times. Victor simply couldn't keep up, even when he devoted all his free time to work. Fiona was in a terrible state. He even stole when she was barely clinging to life, even though he felt terrible and didn't steal that much. It still wasn't enough. Victor was eighteen when his mother died.

Victor was absolutely crushed. He nearly went out of his mind with grief. And to add insult to injury, he was kicked out of the apartments. The landlord had finally had the last straw. The payments were months behind. Suddenly Victor had nothing in the world but his few possesions and the clothes on his back. He slowly came back from the brink of the delibating sadness and decided to make his life better in honor of his mother. He saved up money from his job, which he could now do since he didn't have to pay home expenses and for his mother's medical treatments, and used this money to get a GED and a few side things, like a real guitar. He then decided to travel to earn a living, and hopefully earn enough for college one day.

He decided he liked being a wanderer, traveling around for a job and then moving on, meeting new people and learning new things as he went. He didn't mind the streets anway, which he knew his way around from his childhood, and he wouldn't have to waste his expenses on hotels and all of that. An odd choice, perhaps, but one suiting the resourceful young man just fine. As of now, he is twenty-two. He has quite a bit saved up- not enough yet for college, but within a year or two, he will have enough. He travels around a lot, often going in a city, working the job for a while and putting almost all of this money towards college, if he can, and leaving if he thinks another place would be better. He is on the bus to go to a new place, for a job that pays fairly well, which he applied for.

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Full history of Roran Auxillian, the old loner

Roran was born to a very large pack that was run as a dictatorship, with his father being the cruel, vicious leader and his mother a fearful, cringing member who was forced to become his mate. He had one sibling, a runt sister who his father killed because apparently she was too small and weak for her father to claim her as his offspring. Roran was raised to be like his heartless father. Great things were expected of him by the dictator. Roran became a charming but cruel wolf who loved to flaunt his power, often shrugging aside the values his mother attempted to instill in him with a sneer, labelling them 'foolish' and 'weak'. It was obvious who he was taking after.

When Roran was a young adult, a disease struck the pack, killing some of the pack and leaving others gravely ill. He and his mother managed to avoid it, but his father succumbed to it unexpectedly. When the disease passed, Roran rose to claim the position of dictator, but nothing got better. If anything, conditions became worse under him, and he would kill anyone who got on his bad side or talked of rebellion. He had a number of flings with young faes and even some pups, but he didn't care about any of them.

Finally, the pack had had quite enough and rose against him, forcefully removed him from power, and banished him forever. He was enraged but couldn't return, or he would be killed, so he wandered the land, slaughtering wolves just because he could and becoming an infamous rogue warrior known throughout the land for his terrible temper and cruelty. He led a ragtag pack of wolves like him for a while, but they often fought among themselves and eventually Roran killed them all. So he was hated by all, good or evil, and yet was a legendary warrior and could not be defeated.

But one day, a courageous warrior, who had been training for years and had had his family killed by Roran the Terrible (as he was widely known) rose up against him and challenged him to a battle to the death. The battle was long and bitter, but in the end, though they were both grievously wounded, the challenger won, sparing Roran's life but leaving him with a crippled leg, a lifetime with an occasional breathing problem, many wounds, and on the brink of death. He wouldn't have survived without the care of a mysterious wolf.

When he healed, his view on the world and personality had changed. He became a much better wolf for his experience, one that he might have been in the first place if things were different. Now humbled and ashamed, as someone had showed mercy to him when he never had to anyone else, he traveled away from that place where all thought he was finally dead, to live in solitude in the mountains. He needed to face his troubled existence, adapt to his handicaps, and find out who he really was. He lived there for a while, and decided he would try to spread peace, kindness and good values around the land, to make up for the many horrors he had committed. He vowed to never hurt another without a just cause ever again.

And so he came down from the mountains and (mostly anonymously) began to do just that, determined to heal instead of hurt. He gave the name 'Oliver' if he was found out, and he usually didn't let himself be seen if he could help it. Anyway, he wasn't generally recognized, even if he was seen, for he had changed a great deal, and all thought that Roran was dead. This was true, in a way. The old Roran was dead, he told himself, had died in that battle. The new Roran, or Oliver, was all that remained.

One day, a she-wolf around his age came forward, although his sleeping place was hidden, and confessed that she often watched him. She claimed to have healed him when he lay dying, and she also knew who he truly was, although she hadn't at the time she healed him. Her name was Flora and she said she was in love with him. He was rather taken aback and at first denied her advances, a bit unnerved by the stalker she-wolf, afraid to hurt her if he got close, and afraid of being revealed by her. But eventually he fell for her too, and she traveled with him, helping him do good deeds.

As nature goes, eventually Flora discovered that she was pregnant. They were both older by now, and so they were lucky that when the pups were born, the delivery was uncomplicated. There were four pups- two faes, and two brutes, one brute being stillborn. They named the faes Reyna and Marigold, and the male Tyson. Now that they had pups, they decided to settle down and start a pack. So Roran recruited loners that wanted a pack and had good values, and those who just needed help getting by. They raised their pups among this pack, where the strong defended the weak and everyone helped one another simply for the sake of helping. Flora and Roran were happy here. But then... the disease happened.

One evening, an infected wolf, mortally wounded, stumbled into camp and tried to kill them all, but he was barely on his feet and was easily defeated. He died lying in a spare den not long after. They buried him when they discovered he had died and thought that was the end of it. It wasn't. For Roran, history was repeating itself. It only took a day and a half for almost all the wolves to catch the disease, except for Roran and his pups, and all became terribly ill and edged slowly towards insanity.

Some wolves took longer than others to go insane. They tried to contain the raving wolves, but then the guards became raving as well. And finally, when Roran was walking with Flora, she went over the edge and tried to kill him, and he had to kill her. He ran back to camp and was attacked by every wolf there. He had to kill some of them, but he managed to escape. The scents of his pups if they had possibly escaped would be washed away, as it was raining. If they hadn't, there was no way to tell, as all of the dead bodies in camp were mangled beyond any kind of recognition. He has wandered alone since, encountering few wolves who weren't sick, and even fewer who weren't hostile. Roran learned how to survive in this hole of a world, though. And so we come to the present day.

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Name: Senka

Type of dragon: Ridgeback

Element: Light

Age: 22 in human years

Genes and colors in dragon form: Black Bar, Black Daub, Lemon Glimmer


Human form: A tall, fairly strong-looking young woman with bright, blonde hair, dark, chocolate-colored skin, and yellow Light eyes. She's wearing golden armor with black leather gloves and boots.

Gender: Female

Short backstory: The child of a war-crier and necromancer, Senka's childhood couldn't exactly be called normal. Death was a regular guest in the lives of her parents, after all. All the same, her mother loved and cared for both her and her brother, helping her learn about and to accept her... unusual side... when they discovered it. Their father was fairly distant, and seemed to favor her brother over her, anyways. When she was an adolescent, she left home to look for a clan that could both accept her for what she was and use her skills well. She found it in a fairly small nature clan. Here, she has found acceptance and is content to stay. She scouts potentially dangerous areas for her clan, which is how she will meet the others.

Personality: Senka is an easy going dragon with a warm, kindly personality. She's not much of a talker, but she's a good listener, and, to quote her bio, is a good companion to have if one simply wants a warm body to sit beside. She isn't one to 'borrow' things from others like a typical ridgeback, meaning she can have trouble relating with others of her kind, since this is their society revolves around it. She dislikes water, but not as strongly as most of her species. One important thing to know is that she's a berserker. The blood and fury of battle makes her descend into a truly animalistic, vicious state, tearing through anything that dares move or breathe in her path until the battle has ceased. This causes some to fear her, but this only happens in battle. She often hums a soft, low, rather soothing melody to herself, although there's no obvious pattern.

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Corentine

She fled for a long time, fearing pursuit, until night had fallen and she was deep within the Starwood Strand. Then, she was attacked by... something. It was a dark figure- its hide seemed almost to absorb light, but its hypnotizing eyes glowed as brilliantly as the beautiful night flowers of the Strand, and the colors shifted constantly.

Whatever it was, it was very powerful; despite her battle prowess, she was very badly wounded when she finally managed to kill it. She tried to drag herself away from it to find adequate shelter, but soon she blacked out from blood loss and exhaustion.

Luckily, a nearby clan had heard the commotion; they took her in and bandaged her up while she was still unconscious. When she woke up, she freaked out and tried to flee, but was too weak. The clan explained their friendly intentions to the suspicious mirror. She still didn't trust them, but she was too weak to fight them off or make a break for it.

As the days continued, and as they treated her well, seemingly did nothing inherently evil or suspicious, acted like a bunch of innocent navel- and star-gazers (other than a few powerful warriors in their midst), and even gave her armor for when she was ready to leave (even if it was old, dented, and impractical), she grudgingly began to trust them all, although she still refused to satisfy their intense curiosity about her.

Once she was completely healed, she thanked them for everything they'd done for her and apologized that she had no way to pay them back. They weren't at all bothered and gave her a cheery farewell, warning her to be more careful about where she went at night. It occurred to her only after she'd left that she hadn't asked them their names or their clan name, but by then she was on her way and decided not to turn back.

Tika

Despite the trio's frequent movements to throw authorities off their trail, eventually word got around about the three young coatls. When Tika came out to act as the distraction, the authorities came and arrested her as her hidden sisters looked on, unable to help without giving themselves away, too. Though she was questioned for hours, Tika refused to give her sisters away.

That night, while in custody, she managed to steal the keys from a passing guard and escaped. She searched for her sisters, but they were gone and had left no sign of where they were heading next, or if they had been captured. Though Tika searched the most secluded parts of the auction house, she was unable to find them. Knowing she would be caught soon enough if she stayed, now that she was wanted, the coatl left the auction house on her own for the first time in her memory.

Alone for the first time in her life, afraid, and knowing nothing of where to head next or even where she was, Tika wandered the countryside rather aimlessly for days, until she was starving, dirty, and scratched up- which is when she stumbled upon this nature clan. At first, she didn't trust them at all, but they extended their hospitality to the coatl and helped her recover, and she slowly began to like the place.

One day, she announced that she intended to stay, if she was allowed to. She could be helpful to them- though she was lacking in any professional skills other than thievery, which she didn't mention, she could do some odd jobs. She was accepted, and now lives contentedly in the clan. She's getting help managing her kleptomania, although it's not working too well. She gets along with ridgebacks fairly well because of it.

Tika never forgot her sisters, though, and she never will. Wherever she goes, she looks for them, asks others about them, leaves possible signs for them. She could be truly happy with them by her side, and she misses them acutely. Perhaps she'll find out someday that they have gone to serve the Plaguebringer together, and maybe she'll do so, too, once she knows that, but until then, she won't stop searching for them.

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Tolgar Character Info

Firstly, I imagine he would answer necessary questions with nods, shakes or shrugs, but would he write out answers to long questions if needed, or does he just simply not answer questions?

Yes, he could write out longer answers if need be, but as he is perceived as simple, I doubt he would. Perhaps if there were a single dragon he got close to, he would write answers out for them, but otherwise, probably not.

Secondly, why doesn't he talk? Is it because he was neglected and he doesn't know how, or he simply doesn't want to, or something else?

He just doesn't. Of course, there is some level of neglect from the parents, as they are absorbed in their work, but he learned that you learn a lot more by watching quietly than speaking.

Thirdly, is he naturally subservient or did he become that way after serving for so long?

Naturally subservient. From the moment he hatched, he realized it was the best way to be close to his parents and he never learned to do much for himself, except leave the clan.

Fourthly, he does care about who he's serving, correct? I mean, he left his parents for a reason- why would he do that?

He would care to an extent, but not so much. Basically, what he gleans from the relationship of servitude (basically) is a parental figure. So long as the individual he served provided him with some sort of parental figure, then he would be delighted to serve them.
I view his leaving as he fell out of love with his parents. The rose-coloured glasses came off and he realized that it wasn't where he wanted to be, so he left.
If he eventually found someone to serve, he would only serve that one individual.

Finally, how would he react to strangers? Would he just fall in line with their wishes, too? Would he flee if attacked?

Encountering strangers on his own, he would be timid, mildly submissive, but not necessarily bow to their every wish.
If attacked, I think he would flee as quickly as he could or cower and hope they leave him alone. He wouldn't want to fight them and wouldn't even stand against them, but between fleeing and cowering, it would really be a tossup. As in, sometimes he would flee and sometimes he would cower.

Also, any of those things can be changeable. You are welcome to alter anything that doesn't suit you, but in line with the bio I typed for him, the way I feel his character, this is how I perceive him.

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Name: Aconite

Age: About 20 in human years

Family: None. He doesn't know where his parents or siblings are, or what they are doing in their lives. He left his family behind before humans arrived.

Gender/Sexuality: Male. Unsure.

Free or Captured?:

Biography/Description: Aconite was born with the same ability his parents and siblings have- he's naturally poisonous. However, his extremely potent poison is secreted all over his body. The slightest contact with his scales will kill the unfortunate one who touched him extremely quickly, within a minute, and if it is ingested or goes directly into the bloodstream through an open wound or otherwise, death will be nigh-instantaneous. This was found out when the mysterious deaths of hatchlings who played with him were linked to the oblivious, yet distressed young child. He was shunned and quarantined. The only ones who could touch him were his family members. Disheartened and often alone, he fled. After another incident when he tried to befriend another dragon while entirely covered, he swore to never get close to anyone ever again and to search for a cure so he could live normally. He didn't manage to find the cure before the humans arrived

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Edana
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name ;; edana nadiro
nicknames ;; eda, ana
gender ;; female
age ;; twenty-one
occupation ;; tailor

The Skin I'm In
Edana is an unusually tall young woman, standing above even some men at six feet even. She's slender and wiry, built more with grace than power in mind. She's on the paler side of skin-tones and has dark blonde hair streaker with lighter strands. Her eyes are mostly chestnut brown, with a small but striking corona of gold around the pupils. Her strengths include her tailoring, which has earned her some local fame, her tact when dealing with people, swimming, climbing trees, and running. She's alright or average at riding, fighting, drawing/painting, and cooking. She's not so good at singing, hunting, being stealthy, outright lying, manipulating, or being deceptive.

Window To My Soul
Edana is a woman who gives off an air of independence and strength. She is confident and unafraid to challenge social norms if she thinks they're wrong, although she usually does so in a careful way. In truth, she's not very patient and internally gets annoyed and irritated easily, but she is quite disciplined and bites her tongue rather than blurting what she'd really like to say. She has learned how to be able to tell the truth while being careful not to outright challenge anyone or tread on sensitive feelings. That said, she is quite honest and is rather bad at telling falsehoods- she displays all the usual signs of an inexperienced liar and finds it difficult to not display them. Anyways, she much prefers being told the truth, so she will tell the truth to everyone else in hopes they'll do the same.

Though often serious with acquaintances or in public situations, she displays dry humor and sarcasm in more private or intimate situations, and is easily amused, although she might not show it. She has an empathetic view with other women in her kingdom and naturally a slight negative prejudice against men, but prove yourself and she'll drop the prejudice- she makes a very loyal, steadfast friend. She is slow to forget those who have hurt or turned on her or her friends, though- such a thing is not to be taken lightly with her, as she is not above revenge. She's a fairly tough lady, but she's not unkind. In fact, she has a strong sense of morals as well as right and wrong- it rubs her the wrong way to see anyone doing something against her ideals, which is unfortunate, because she must often see it and can do nothing outright without stepping out of being tactful. She can frequently be seen giving money and food to beggars, for she has a soft spot for suffering and is easily swayed by their pitiful pleas- in that way, she can be easily taken advantage of.

A good way to sum her up would be to say she is somewhat two-faced. When first met, she will seem serious, uptight even, and quietly confident, but cautious and careful. But really, she's much more reckless, humorous, and bold when she knows you. She likes nature, animals, and physical activities such as riding, running, swimming, and climbing trees. She also likes her job as a tailor and people who stand up for themselves or for what they think is right. She doesn't like heels, make-up, heat, people who put down or take advantage of others, or close spaces.

It Seems Like Only Yesterday
As the only daughter and youngest child of a modestly wealthy merchant family, Edana hasn't had a bad life. She has two older brothers; her oldest brother, despite living near her, she doesn't like much and so doesn't go to see often. The middle one, who she likes, moved away from the main city to a more distant place, so she doesn't get to see him as much as she'd like. Edana's father she rarely sees, because he hardly cares that she's alive, anyway, but her mother cares deeply for her and the feeling is quite mutual. As a younger girl, Edana was rather tomboyish in a few ways. As a woman in a patriarchal kingdom, she wasn't expected to take on any true career, so she did not receive career training, but they had the money to send her to school for a while, where she eagerly learned all she could. In fact, she was one of the top students in her class, despite being a girl. She was harassed some for this, which she often got angry about. However, her mother taught her the art of tactfulness and patience, and to hold her temper in check, until she was biting back her furious retorts, and turning the other cheek like she couldn't care at all. The harassment stopped, and the short-tempered Edana learned a valuable lesson.

Edana was taken out of school when she finished the primary level, for it was considered to be a waste to educate her further. Though Edana enjoyed roaming the countryside, wild and free, like a boy, now that she wasn't busy with school, her mother managed to get her inside long enough between intervals to teach her more things a lady should know. The one thing that really stuck, though, was sewing, embroidery, knitting, weaving... essentially anything involving the creation of fabrics entranced her, and she took to it like a fish to water. She quickly surpassed her mother's skill, in fact. She began to hang around in the tailor's shop, and when the tailor discovered her talent, he decided to teach her some of the things he knew. She became his unofficial apprentice, and started to make a few things for him to sell in his shop later on. These varied products always seemed to sell very quickly. She practiced on her own, as well, with the leftovers he gave her, making wonderful quilts and patterns even with the castoffs and unwanted fabrics.

When she came of age and she still had not dated a boy for longer than a week, she moved out and lived on her own, renting a place with money her parents gave her. With the remainder of her money, she started her own small tailoring business. This was shocking to some. After all, she was a woman! In fact, her business was frequently sabotaged at first by unknown people. But when word spread of her amazing skill, and business picked up, the sabotage slowed and mostly stopped. She still sometimes gets hateful notes, stolen products or fabrics, and broken windows in her shop, but she has earned some respect, and she knows that is all she can ask for as of now. She is locally famous and not too badly off at all, especially for a woman living on her own, she likes to think, smiling somewhat smugly to herself at the memory of all who told her that she wouldn't last a day.

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However, her peaceful life ended the day that every other humans' did- when the so-called 'engine of fate' was turned on, for the first time. Ridley did not attend, although she had almost no customers that day, but whether she had attended or not, she still would have been vaporized. Though her physical form was obliterated, she did not disappear entirely, being a demon, and so she witnessed the birth of a new era.

She watched the rise of the Gladekeeper, the Plaguebringer, the Arcanist, the Beastclans. She observed the war of the sisters, the peaceful lives of the Beastclans who shunned relics of the Second Age. With each passing year, she lost a little more power. She knew she would fade, eventually, and she came to accept it with time. Life as a lost, forgotten spirit, though after a fashion still living, was not much of a life. But then, the Arcanist's curiosity lead to the pillar's downfall.

Ridley witnessed another new age beginning, though the Third Age had not lasted terribly long in comparison to the ones before it. Dragonkind was forged. The elemental regions were born. The Beastclans were driven from their homes, to make territory for this new species. Finally, after many cycles, dragonkind formed complex societies, though at this point the demon Ridley was little more than a breath on the wind, formless thoughts, a powerless shade unable to even manifest a spirit form, unable to do more than watch. Even thinking was taxing at this point.

With these societies came historians, however. Documents were uncovered that spoke of the creatures called 'demons' and 'angels' that existed in the second age- this remembrance finally boosted her power again. She herself was hardly a notable demon, but the little that remained of her shop still was there, and when her name was discovered and spoken, another surge of power came into her, enough to drop into a physical form, a hatchling growing within an egg. Finally, she could be physical again! Growing up, her parents were amazed at their hatchling's fully-grown mind and frequent references to the Second Age, but she never bothered to mention to them what she was and how exactly she knew all this.

Today, she resides in a growing Nature clan who accepts any and all strange dragons who come by if they don't pose a great threat to anyone and are willing to help out. She is an accomplished chef and once again enjoys the taste of human foods, and after having a few souls here, a few souls there- hey, she does still have a demon spirit, after all!- she has regained her former powers, including the ability to take her old demon form (which is mostly humanoid except for her mouth) and summon her spear.

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