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Very Rare • Strike Class
Highly intelligent and powerful, Night Furies are one of the rarest of all the dragons.
They were once said to be the "unholy offspring of lightning and death itself." Night
Furies use plasma blasts as defense, as well as their extreme speed and agility.

This will be our first of many custom contests. Now, unlike the others which will be raffles, this one will require some actual effort on your part. There are two things you must do in order to win.

First, design your rider character, head to toe, inside and out, all with descriptive writing. You may not use art whatsoever. Which means of course that youre going to have to go into extreme detail - things as tiny as the shape of their upper lip - in order for me to really understand what your character looks like. The reasoning behind this is that I will be drawing the winner's character in with their custom Night Fury, as seen in my own custom, here. You should also describe their personality, traits and aspirations, everything that goes on inside their brain.

Secondly, you will of course need to design your dragon. Again, no artwork is allowed! It must be written out as descriptively as possible. Artwork can be shown to me after judging, in order to better understand the dragons design, but thats only if you win. Now along with what your dragon looks like you should include their personality and actions as well. Explain in as much detail as possible how your dragon interacts with your rider, certain traits that make them enjoy (or not enjoy) each others company, everything you could possibly think of to really bring the dragon to life. For example, HTTYD shows how each species has its own set of characteristics and inspirations by describing their movements. Nadders are bird-like, Stormcutters are owl-like, and Night Furys cat-like. By describing how the character moves they can explain a majority of their personality right there. So be sure to include little tidbits like that as much as possible!

While the amount of detail you put into this is entirely up to you, remember that this is what I will be judging the most. Mistakes in spelling or grammar will greatly hinder your chances of winning as it makes the writing harder to follow. With these things in mind, understand that there are no word limits, and you have three whole weeks to complete everything. I will close for judging on the 3rd of next month. Have fun!

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➞ ａ ｇｌｉｍｐｓｅ
name;; leto kelaan, "lee-toh keh-lann"
name meaning;; "hidden, forgotten; slender/fair one"
nickname;; "the dark hunter"
age;; roughly 24, born on february 2nd
gender;; male
height;; 6'5 in/195.6 cm
weight;; 15 stone (214 lbs)

➞ ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌ
Tall, dark; slender. Not so far as willowy, mind, Leto's got an athletic build and a strength that isn't hard to see. Around 6'5 he dwarfs most other men, and few dare to challenge him to an open fight. Better to hide in the shadows, to slip poison into his food - but that night fury of his, she's saved his life more than once. He walks in muted colors, lean-muscled form cloaked in plate and hide. A hood hides his face from the villagers when he visits, out in the woods his head is bare. A longbow is his weapon of choice, strapped to his back but easily reachable when he needs it.

He moves like a jungle cat. For a man of such height, you wouldn't think it so, but he is silent when he walks and when he kills, a hunter if there ever was one. Leto's skin is darkly tanned, olive-toned and wind-chapped to a ruddy glow. Everything about this man is sharp; sharp eyes, high cheekbones, long, straight nose. A lean, hard face houses a pair of startlingly green eyes, framed with black lashes and dark, thick brows. His eyes are a must unusual shade of green, jade-like in their brilliance.
They could be beautiful, perhaps, but he is a killer and those eyes say blood, and people have learned to stay away.

His lips are full, with the top one slightly less full than the bottom. He prefers to be clean-shaven at all times but sometimes hard living dictates he does not have access to a razor, on occasion his chin is dusted with black.

Thick, tousled hair, the strands soft and glossy black, crowns his staggering height. If Leto was a boasting man, this would be his pride and joy. As it stands he merely cuts it when it gets long enough to interfere with his fighting.

A voice, low and dark, smooth as honey over a knife's edge. Leto rarely speaks more than he needs to, relying on monosyllabic grunts and snorts of derision to get his point across. When he does raise his voice, it is almost always in anger, the louder his voice gets the closer he is to losing his temper. The only person in all of Berk to see a softer side of him is his night fury, Verena, she can occasionally pry a smile out of him, quick as a bird's wing but no less intense for it's short-livedness.

➞ ｍｅｎｔａｌ
Leto does not enjoy being the center of attention. Odin must have had some sense of humor when he made him, then, because a man gifted with such beauty does not usually fade into the background - this, sometimes, to the detriment of the man.

Leto Kelaan is a hunter, a tracker of animals and the small snuffling things. He lives alone in a small, leaky wooden house deep in the forests, killing and skinning and tanning his hides. Every two months he travels to the closest town to sell his furs, where, invariably, there will be newcomers who do not know to stay away from that one. They point and whisper and flirt with the death in those cold killer's eyes, and, invariably, Leto will start a brawl.

He does not enjoy being the center of attention.

His anger is a roaring flame, a livid, twisting thing; his opponents either bend before it or are burned to ash. It is quick to start and quick to put out, leaving him bitter, mindful of his own shortcomings. Leto feels that he is a danger to others around him, that he kills everything he touches, and so ostracizes himself from Berk's community. Never has a more taciturn, cynical person been found, on the islands or otherwise.

The tiniest thing may set him off, he's a vengeful, stubborn man, one who does not forgive past grievances lightly. Leto has the mindset for narrowly directed violence, as such he can come up with elaborate revenge plots and usually gets away with it.

Yes, he lives alone in a leaky shack out in the forest, but he's a free man. There are no trappings that bind him save the ones he makes for himself, no family to keep him grounded save Verena. His limited contact with people makes him wary, he's not one to rush into a situation without observing others first. The very few friends he has he will protect to his last breath, his trust is not given easily and should be cherished.

➞ ｂｏｎｄ
Verena is Leto's everything. She is his sound before the storm, the quick-bright flash of lightning on the open sea, the swift silence before a bird breaks into song. Is it not right, then, that he should care for her as if she was a part of himself? As if she was the living, breathing conduit of his soul?

Verena, his dragon, but more than that, he belongs to her as much as she belongs to him. The only creature in all of Berk that can pry a grin from him, to change those killer's eyes into the briefest flicker of mirth and laughter.


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➞ ｋｙｒａ
Slim, pale, blue-eyed and dark-haired. Everything about Kyra says 'weak, soft', but only if you don't know how to look. Leto does, and he notices the power written in the clear lines of her body, knows too the easy way she commands and the harshness behind those blue eyes. Stubborn, she gets her way more often than not, a fact that ruffles Leto's feathers to no end. He makes an effort to stay out of her sight, lest he attract her curiosity, he doesn't need or want that kind of attention. She's managed to attract all sorts of characters to her side, he does not feel the need to become one of her thralls.

➞ ａｓｍｕｎｄ
Verena's nemesis, although their relationship is a bit odd. This Stormcutter seems to aggravate the Night Fury, for no other reason save he ignores her. Verena is constantly trying to get a reaction out of him, with her antics growing more and more outrageous until her rider chastises her. She'll slink off, feigning hurt, but the next time she sees Asmund she'll have seemed to forget any previous animosity and will start pestering him all over again. This has caused quite a few squabbles between them, something that the Night Fury seems to enjoy. Asmund, not so much...

➞ ｃｏｄｅｔｔａ
If Leto was the type for friends, he'd consider Codetta to be his closest one. She's reclusive, just as he is, and she's not one to chatter on inanely. As the local healer's apprentice, she's patched up him up more than once - he prefers the anonymity of going to her even if she's not -quite- as skilled as her mentor yet. Leto feels he can be more open with Codetta than with most others, and so entrusts her with certain facts about himself that he would not let slip to anyone else. Perhaps it is because of her youth. Whatever it is, Codetta is hands-down his closest friend. If he were the type for friends.

➞ ａｒｔｉｆｉｃｅ
Verena's chosen brother! Strange, that she would be fond of one head and not the other, but she sticks close to Artifice's side and bares her teeth at Discordance when he gets too close. The fact that Artifice is the sly head has not escaped her rider's notice, he does not like Artifice at all and will separate the two of them whenever he can. Perhaps Verena's animosity towards Artifice's brother has to do with the similarities between their personalities, Verena is a tricky one as well.

➞ ｄｉｓｃｏｒｄａｎｃｅ
Discordance! While Verena likes Artifice, and seems to get along with Asmund, there is no doubt that she does not like Discordance. She will actively challenge him if he gets too close to her, something that can cause problems when his brother moves to back him up. Verena is fearless in his green gaze, she never backs down from a challenge issued from this head. Difficult, when there's two mouths full of teeth to keep track of, but she manages. More than a few of her scars have come from their scuffles.
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➞ ａ ｇｌｉｍｐｓｅ
name;; verena, "vher-enn-uh"
name meaning;; "truth"
nickname;; "vere"
age;; 11 years
gender;; female
length;; 34 feet/1,036.3 cm
wingspan;; 51 feet (1.5:1 ratio)

➞ ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌ
Some say Verena's pale for a night fury. They say they've never seen one so brown before, either, but she isn't one to complain much. Pale, whiskey-gold eyes are luminous in her face, framed with her coffee-without-cream scales. She's got the signature night fury elegance, light as a cat on her feet, quick and playful as the wind.

Much like her rider, Verena walks with the effortless grace of a leopard, her stride long and tail stretched out for balance. Her scales are mottled brown and deep, rich jet, the better to blend in with a stormy sky. As far as markings go, she has only the faintest suggestion of them, whorls and loops in the patterns of her skin are as much ornamentation as she has.

Verena has never been very easy on her tack. Therefore, she has as few pieces as possible, to save Leto the trouble of replacing it every time they fly. Her saddle is nondescript brown leather, but well-made and comfortable. Leto does not wear a safety harness, he often needs to dismount quickly in order to neutralize a target and does not wish to fumble with leather cording and iron loops.

Verena's head is bare, Leto directs her with the barest touch of his legs to her side. In the rare instances when more control is needed, he will place one hand on the side of her neck that he wishes her to turn to. This keeps his hands free to use his bow. Verena is free to control their movements with little input from him - the air is her domain, after all, and her rider would not presume to know more about it than she.

➞ ｍｅｎｔａｌ
If Leto is blustering anger and hard lines, Verena is as smooth as mead in a purled glass. Her golden eyes wink with mischief at all times, she does not have the taciturnity of her rider nor the distrusting nature of most of her kind. Perhaps this is because she was raised by Leto himself, and was never taught to fear others, perhaps she was naturally inclined to curiously intrepid bravery. Verena is assured in her own self-worth and position, and does not tolerate what she perceives as disrespect, whether towards Leto or herself.
She will not hesitate to defend either with claw and tooth.

There is no little fire in her, she isn't one to back down from a challenge any more than her rider is. Agility, rather than strength, is Verena's strong suit; she is nimble and quick and strikes hard. Every blow is meant to kill, she is no wounded thing; no pretty toy - she is a weapon, and she knows it. Leto is, too, and they fit together well despite any personal misgivings.

At times she wonders what life would have been like if she'd known her parents, but dismisses the thought - Leto is her companion, she would never give him up, nor the life they have. All of the freedom she wants and seven square meals a day? Yes, please.

➞ ｂｏｎｄ
Ah, Leto. The stubborn, bitter man who raised her as his own, cared for her as a friend, loved her as a sister. He is more trouble than he's worth, she's apt to think at times, when she has to extricate him from a mass of Viking men, wings flapping, dragons roaring and lowing in the background. More, too, when he drags her off on some foolish venture to hunt this creature, or that creature - but they don't hunt dragons, and for that she is grateful, although she is not stupid enough to believe that has always been the case.

No, Leto is troublesome. But he is much more to her than a nuisance, he is a friend; and she would lay down her life in a heartbeat to protect his - much as he would do for her. They get into all sorts of trouble together, usually in the form of giant bears or other dragons, but on occasion have been known to cross paths with pirates, bandits, assassins, and other assorted denizens.

Ah, Leto. The stubborn, bitter man who is half of her mischievous heart.


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Its been quite some time, but I have finally decided that the winner is I ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ Ian ♥ ! The writing style was simply too beautiful, and the descriptions painted a stunning picture in my head that Im just drooling to create!

In second place is Cardinal, who will win a custom rare dragon with custom tack.

And in third is 0Zero0, who will win a semi-custom rare dragon or a full custom uncommon dragon.

(I ask that all three of you message me regarding your customs so we can discuss everything in full detail!)

I sincerely appreciate the sheer amount of effort that went into all of the forms present, and I do hope to see everyone battling their hearts out in my next custom event as well! Enjoy <3

[caf.]

Username: overcaffienated.
Riders Name: Caffara Mae Ovalle
Riders Gender: Female
Description: Caffara, occasionally known as Caf (or Caff, depending on how you spell it), is, in three words, courageous, arrogant, and energetic. She has fast, efficient movements; there is no action to her gaits, just one foot in front of the other (and quickly, at that). She's most certainly not robotic, seeming lively and supple in all of her activities. She's a very bright and cheery girl of about sixteen, standing at 5'7" and weighing in at around 138 lbs.. Besides being happy (and naïve), Caffara moves assertively and with self-righteousness. There is no insecurity lurking in her mind; Caf knows exactly who she is.

To understand Caf, one must understand that she did not lead a very hard life. Her father was a brave warrior from another land not all too far from Berk, and as a result Caffara led a comfortable, adventurous life. She learned how to work with horses from a young age, hence her savvy with animals, and has always been very brave. She wasn’t terribly atypical of little girls her age, but did love her father. Still, her wanderlust overrode her love for home, and she moved to Berk with the money she could scrape up, her favorite horse, a journal, and some clothes. She purchased a lot with a six-stall dragon barn, a small cottage, and a rickety chicken coop, and so it was.

Caffara seems to think she’s invincible, and with her sense of determination she might as well be. She will stop at nothing to get what she wants, and as a result can be considered stubborn and selfish at first glance. She has the fire and energy one needs to get through life with the bright attitude she has, that much is certain.

Caf really is a happy girl, cheerful and optimistic. She’ll deal with negative people just fine (though she may eventually get frustrated with their pessimism), but much prefers the company of a gang of happy, excitable friends like her. She is not at all easily flustered, more the “we came, we saw, we conquered” type. However, her immaturity and naivete make her a poor leader; she does better as a sort of bridge between a leader and the followers, relaying and interpreting orders.

Caffara is of average intelligence; she’s a smart person, but doesn’t have the experience and as a result can seem pretty dumb when working with something she’s never seen before. She’s still unfamiliar with the conventions of Berk, and with the process of taming a dragon, but her work with fiery horses has given her a slight edge. As well, she is a very fast learner and an excellent improviser, and after a month of being on the island she seems to be somewhat competent at capturing dragons. Training them...may be a problem yet.

When Caffara gets upset, she always covers it up with irritability and anger, no exceptions. However, her mood changes fast, and it usually doesn’t take long for her to forget whatever upset her in the first place. She never gets frustrated with a large animal - she knows better than that - but she can often be hard to work with on a people level. She never seems to take much terribly seriously, and this lightheartedness and carefree attitude can sometimes get her into trouble.

Caffara moves energetically and without embellishment. She always holds herself in good posture, as she was raised, and rarely ever tensely. She tends to move a lot slower around dragons so as not to startle them, but still with energy and assertiveness. She makes it clear in her movements that she’s not someone to be pushed to the side, and her flamboyant hand gestures draw attention whenever she speaks.

Going from head to toe, Caffara has reddish-brown hair, approximately the same color as the summer coat of a dark chestnut horse. It is perfectly straight, extending down to just past the point of her shoulderblades on her back. Usually she keeps it tied back in a loose ponytail, with stray hairs hanging in her face in a sort of natural fashion. Her face is sharply shaped and prominent, with a flat chin and strong jawline. She has large, bright eyes colored a deep brown, almost black (as opposed to the bright blue you’d expect of her). Her nose is average-sized and friendly, neither dished nor Roman, straight down her face and matter-of-fact. Caffara has thin lips that aren’t terribly pink and bright white teeth, with a cheeky, broad smile. When resting, her mouth isn’t too long, the corners extending to a few centimeters shy of being on a plane with the corners of her eyes. As well, Caffara has a few freckles scattered about her face, not nearly enough to be noticed from afar and often bleached by the sun. Her skin, too, is not deathly pale but certainly not tan; she’s European by nature, and it’s no surprise her cheeks and shoulders are often bright crimson from the overbearing sun.

Caffara has a slightly longer neck than most, barely noticeable except to the most observant. It ties into her broad shoulders without ceremony, her collarbone prominent and striking. Her arms are a tad thicker than average, fingertips extending to her mid-thigh. Her chest is wide, open, and broad. Her waist doesn’t narrow dramatically, but she can’t quite be described as chubby. She doesn’t have the best of muscling, only adequate for a person of her metabolism.

Caffara has long, strong legs of average thickness. Her hips are wide and strong, her knees and ankles healthy, her feet slightly too large for her size.

Clothing-wise, Caffara usually wears light armor; it’s a pride thing. Her daily outfits consist of a long buckskin pants and dark brown leather riding boots (worn and scratched of course), along with a sort of t-shirt made of light fabric and colored white or pale blue (sleeve length depending on weather).

Caffara wields light, long weapons, generally. She often uses a long riding whip when dealing with dragons; it can still pack a powerful sting without being too heavy or dangerous. Other than that she carries a very plain, primitive spear, crudely created of wood and braided leather with a forged tip. Both tools are just shy of her height in length.

Dragons Name: Admiral
Dragons Gender: Male
Description: This dragon's colors are themed around the intense combination of navy blue and bright orange, a mix of regality and energy. There is nothing housecat-like about him; he has the charismatic, arrogant stride of a lion, soft on his feet but still bold and powerful. Not a hint of weakness shines through in him; he is all courage and all pride. In the air, he isn't the most graceful flyer, nor the fastest, but most certainly one of the strongest. All said and done, Admiral has presence. Vikings and dragons alike take notice when he enters. He seems to be the king of a court, and while it can't be said that he rules over all dragons he is certainly more dominant than most. His aggression is almost beautiful, his aim stellar; when he attacks, his speed may not be terribly impressive, but he has the marksmanship of a professional sniper. He is a hard creature to tame, and tends to be incredibly distrustful of other creatures.

As young and arrogant as he sounds, Admiral's no longer a young teen. Not a senior, mind you, but slipping slowly from his prime - an early-middle-aged adult, perhaps mid-thirties in human years. He is still in absolute top shape; his muscles still ripple under his scales and his eyes still glow with fury. But, as he fears, younger dragons are eventually going to overtake him in sheer prowess. The field he will continue to outshine them in is most certainly strategy; he is brave, but not stupid at all. Admiral knows when to take a risk and knows when to hang back and, unlike some of the best of Viking warriors, knows that sometimes it's best to walk away from a fight that simply isn't worth it.

Of course, he can be difficult to be around if you don't know how to manage him. He is incredibly irritable and easily frustrated, having a violent hot temper. The littlest things can set Admiral off, and he indeed tends to hold a grudge for a long time. In his mind, he always knows best. Unless a human can prove to him that they are more intelligent than he is, in a situation he deems dangerous he will take the bit between his teeth and do whatever he thinks is the right choice. He isn't particularly friendly, overall, for his cockiness (borderline narcissism, really) tends to cloud his logic when deciding on potential allies. While he isn't outwardly hostile towards a dragon that has done nothing to him, Admiral will never make the first approach and looks down his nose at most other creatures.

His relationship with Caffara is still a strained and fragile one, that part is certain. Caf found him while attempting to track down another dragon, curled up in a small crevice. At first it looked as though he had been blinded by a Changewing, but upon closer inspection it appeared that only the skin around his eyes had been damaged. At first the creature seemed lackluster and sullen, but Caffara quickly found that it was simply because he hadn’t been eating due to the swelling on his face. After that, she took to bringing him food whenever she was in the area, and while he wouldn’t eat while she was around, she could see that he begrudgingly consumed whatever she’d left for him eventually by the way the shape of his ribs faded.

When the swelling around his eyes finally faded he simply flew off and disappeared, much to Caf’s disappointment. He wasn’t seen for a few weeks, until Caf woke up one morning to find her few chickens gone and the coop damaged from what appeared to be a plasma blast. After that, it slowly became a more and more commonplace thing, especially at the neighbors’ homes since they had more valuable food (sheep, cattle, etc.). Soon, the area was in a mild uproar about the presence of this creature. Caf, adventurously, decided to attempt to capture him in hopes of ending his reign of terror.

Of course, her first few attempts failed, and the next few as well. It took an elaborate spring-loaded trap, some sacrificed poultry, and a watchful Caf mounted on her trusty Ink to finally bring him down (after a massive scuffle with Ink distracting the beast while Caf tied his legs). After another fiasco getting him into the barn, Caf finally thought she owned him. Easy as that, she’d thought.

The next day, he was gone.

Finally, Caffara began keeping her chickens in the barn in hopes of luring him in, and plating the doors in steel so they weren’t as easily destroyed. The fateful night came when he strode in, glancing about, and his eyes locked on her. By now Caffara had used up almost all of the money she’d brought over; if this attempt didn’t work, she’d probably have to give up.

Caffara strode right up to him, shield over her chest as protection. He stared her down menacingly, a blue glow appearing in his throat.

Caffara dropped her shield.

The beast seemed impressed and shocked by this development, so much that he dropped his guard for a few seconds. No warrior is perfect, after all. In that time Caffara jumped forward and slammed a metal clasp around his ankle, securing him firmly so that he wouldn’t escape. He jumped out of the barn in a flash, but of course found himself trapped. He fought valiantly all night, even resorting to attempting to dig out the stake the chain was attached to, but all was in vain.

Caffara spent several weeks after that trying to gain the beast’s trust, at first from afar but slowly coming nearer to him with each passing day. It was obviously a difficult route, but she learned quite a bit about him in this time; he didn’t like his food dead, he wouldn’t stand for having his underbelly touched, and he always wanted to move around. Slowly, though, he began to accept Caf’s presence in his life. They had an unspoken agreement that Caffara would never carry a weapon when around him, and as a result he never saw her as a threat.

Still, Admiral wasn’t happy, and Caf could see that. Finally, after getting through her naivete, she realized it was just cruel to keep him tied. He wasn’t a domesticated dragon, not yet, and perhaps he was too old to be taught to accept life in a barn. With a heavy heart and a lot of internal conflict, she turned him loose. She’d make up an excuse later.

At first, he didn’t return at all. Caffara figured he was just gone. There was no sign of the orange-eyed night fury for many days. He came back, though. He couldn’t compete anymore with the packs of dragons; a lone wolf rarely survives. It took a long time, but he and Caf finally worked out that he stayed in the barn during the day and hunted at night, in the hunting grounds far away from human settlements. Even though Caf worries that the ID band she affixed to his right hind leg isn’t enough to keep him from getting stolen, he needs to exercise and hunt or he just won’t be happy. Both of them share a mutual respect, and while his solemn attitude clashes with Caf’s lighthearted energy, they get along fairly well.

Caf has decided to ride him when she feels he’s ready, which may not be for a long time yet. Until then they will share the strange sort of partnership they have currently, Caf offering shelter in return for protection and respect from the beast.

Admiral’s relationship with other dragons, as previously detailed, can be somewhat strained at times. However, he’s been better about getting along with other beasts with exposure to Caf’s tight-knit harem. He has yet to get into a fight with any of them, however he has been pushed very close by some of the more energetic members of the group.

He and Ink generally don’t interact much at all. Ink is very wary of his demeanor, and as a result tends to avoid and submit to him. He tries to appease the larger dragon with whatever means necessary. They rarely work together because they have no reason to, and are stalled on opposite sides of the barn.

Gunnvor and this Night Fury get along best by far, her naturally submissive behavior matching well with his more dominant personality. They are stalled right next to each other, and their interactions are generally friendly and civil. Admiral has somewhat taken Gunn under his wing, sort of showing her how to act like a dragon. She is the only dragon he considers a part of his harem.

Tynan and this dragon do not get along. Period. The Typhoomerang agitates him on a regular basis, messing around with his feed and trying to engage him on a regular basis. Caf acknowledges that Ty might get seriously hurt if he keeps up his antics, and as a result has moved the younger dragon to the other end of the barn, since he seems to get along with Ink much better. The Night Fury hates Tynan, and goes on edge anytime he is within a few yards of the Typhoomerang.

Admiral is built from the ground up, with a sturdy, unfaltering structure. He has a wide, open chest and a narrow, lean flank, heavily muscled since he’s much more well-fed. He has a short, powerful neck and a large head with a powerful jaw. His teeth are in decent condition, somewhat worn and yellowed but still functional and sharp. He has a heavier bone structure than most Night Furies, and is slightly larger (but not by much).

Admiral's been in a lot of battles, that part is for certain. As a result he has a faint pink scar running down his neck just past his shoulderblade, likely from a very severe attack. It begins just below the largest ear flap on his left side and snakes its way down, detouring towards his spine just a tad before meandering to just short of his left elbow. The rest of his body is remarkably clean and fit apart from a few scattered scars from various other fights, most concentrated on his underbelly. He is rarely ever dirty due to the fact that he spends much of his time cleaning himself.

He stands regally, rarely, if not never, sitting in the playful 'kitty-cat' positions characteristic of Toothless. Admiral's either standing or lying down, no in between. When he stands, he stands squarely, all four feet even, his head held high with his nose just a hair in front of the vertical, his tail out neutrally behind him. He raises it when he's interested or alarmed by something. When lying, he crosses his front feet and curls his back feet right up next to his torso in a spring-loaded preparation for a potential pounce, much like a lion. Rarely, though, is he a 'stand-still-and-think' type of dragon; he's always moving, even if that's just pacing his stall over and over again. He must be incredibly relaxed in order to sleep lying down; most of the time he just dozes off leaning against the wall of the barn. His gait never seems anxious, but it is not unhurried. Just powerful, really; you'll see him well before you ever hear him.

His voice is pretty consistent with his personality. He has a deep, low growl, and that's about the only vocalization he ever makes. He never roars; his attacks are silent. Even pain he bears stoically and without comment. Admiral’s growl is used to signify indignation, anger, or distaste, depending on the situation. It's about the same pitch as the lowest bark of a very large dog, and somewhat quieter. It's almost felt more than it is heard.

Color-wise, he is a very striking creature in every sense. On the base level, he is a dark midnight blue, the color of the night sky just after the sunset has ended. Like the roaning on a horse, this fades slightly on his abdomen, while his head and extremities remain darkly colored. His eyes, on the other hand, are a bright, almost angry orange - think the sun as it rises, or the brightness of a road cone. They draw attention; they are the focal point. His spikes and claws are an even darker blue, a true midnight color, so close to black it's almost tangible. The spikes, however, fade to a less striking orange at their peaks, a gradient blend (the same effect occurs on the very tips of his ear flaps). The spines on his face are that same orange, drawing attention to his gaze. His wings are another story, but not terribly different. The backsides are the same blue as the head and feet, growing lighter towards the back end of the wing. The underside - and all four flaps on the tail - are a dulled orange, not quite burnt but certainly not bright. Almost transparent, if you will. His nostrils are black with just the faintest tinge of pink, just enough to show that they're a fleshy color when flared. The inside of his mouth, of course, is a pinkish red, with a tongue so dark it's more maroon than flesh-colored. His eyes have mottled skin surrounding them, a mix of dark grey and blue that nowadays is almost invisible to the uninterested eye; it’s the remainder of the burn marks from corrosive acid, likely from a Changewing. His underbelly fades to black, but only on the parts that would be visible to onlookers on the ground if he were flying far above.

His tail looks almost like that of a Deadly Nadder, with the same striping so common of that breed. It's not at all straight, looking almost like a soundwave and going vertically from spine to underbelly. And of course, it's orange. The base blue of the tail fades to a light blue (think lake in comparison to ocean) towards the end, while the orange is a slightly brighter version of the dull orange of the wings. Finally, he has very faint and very uneven stripes on his legs that look much like the 'leg barring' of a buckskin horse, dark grey. They're not crisp, even less crisp than the stripes on his tail. One thing to remember; as he is older, his scales do not have the same luster as a younger dragon's. They do not glitter in the sunlight, nor do they shine much at all. They're almost matte, perhaps an eggshell finish. Admiral’ss design, apart from the scars, is totally and completely symmetrical.

Tack-wise, he's pretty simple. A faded black bareback pad extends from his withers to a foot or two beyond his wings, with padding rolls at the front and back. Stirrups dangle just ahead of the wings, the leathers the same color as the pad and the stirrups themselves carved of fine mahogany, deep brown with the darker lacing characteristic of natural wood. Behind the wings and attached to the bottom of the pad are two saddle bags, one on each side; they're black as well, with wooden clasps. They look similar to a satchel or a book bag, but more square in shape. As for a girth, he has a breastplate very similar to ones for horses - specifically, a running martingale (without the rein attachments, of course) I can get you an image of the specific martingale I'm talking about so you have an idea of what I'm saying. The straps are glossy black, while the fabric is dull orange. The rings - all of them - are of very dark brass. As well, he has two girths - one in front of the wings, where the martingale attaches, and one behind, running underneath the saddle bags.

His bridle is very simple, similar to a bosal bridle. A large, braided rawhide loop serves as the noseband; the reins attach underneath the chin. The rest of the bridle is simply a leather strap running from the loop around behind the back of the head and back to the other side, keeping the loop on his head. All of it is black, naturally. The reins are quite long, made of fine leather and black in color. All buckles are dark brass.

For the entire design, remember to think boldness and charisma. This is no silly, playful creature; this is a warhorse.

[stormzien]

Golden Toothless Is The King ):D

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Riders Name: Hazel
Riders Gender: female
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Hight: 5.5 feet
Weight: 127 pounds

She has a perfectly round face with chocolate brown eyes. Her eyes are a sideways oval. She has medium eyelashes that are not too long. She has a straight, small nose. Her lips are light pink, the bottom lip is curved a little upward like a football, and the upper lip is downward curved a bit. When you put the two lips together, it kinda looks like a football. Her tongue is straight and rounded. She has four freckles on both sides of her face a little ways below the eyes. She has dimples when she smiles and nice cheek bones.
She has perfect brown locks that match her eyes. The hair goes right to the shoulders. She wears it down most of the time. She also has a orange poppy on the right side of her head just above the ear.
Her head is shaped like a stretched out circle or oval but not too much like one. Her chin is curved slightly.
Her body is slim but not to slim. She has nice round shoulders and a lovely normal neck. She is 5 ft 5. She is not as tall as others but she doesn't care.
Her arms are slim and strong. They go to her thighs. Her elbows are round.
her hands are small and strong. Her fingers slim and small to fit her hands
Her legs are not tall but strong. Her knees are round and her thighs are not fatty, But big.
Her feet are small but not too small. The are curved ever so slightly, that if you looked they wouldn't look curved at all.
her ears are tucked into her head so sometimes nobody can see them. She wears silver stud earrings. Her ears are curved up so they look taller than others.
her shirt is a white and green tee shirt. The green is kinda like a swamp green but lighter.
her pants are a dark grey and go to her feet. They have white speckles on them. She also has a dark leather belt to store swords and daggers.
her shoes are dark brown boots. They have fur on the inside and around the rim of them for the winter. The boot is made from leather.
her armor is the silver type metal. The chest plate is the metal but with dark blue and white swirls. The chest plate is the only piece she really wears.
she has a hand held dagger. She has a bow that she holds and an arrow bag on the back of her armor. Her shield is made from gronckle iron and has a compartment for other arrows. She also has a sword of the side of her belt that is a popup gronckle iron sword with a flamethrower on the bottom of it.

Hazel loves all her dragons the same but Tiger. Because Tiger is so special she loves him even more! She loves to go fishing for her dragons. She loves hanging out with others and will try to make any new friends! She will try to tame any dragon she can find even if it is the most deadly. She loves writing in her journal and keeping logs on her dragons! She loves taking quests from others and going off to explore! But sometimes she can have a hot temper. She can get fed up when someone tries to steal from others or her! Because sometimes people try to take her dragons and tame them for themselves. But otherwise she loves Tiger and all her friends! Hazel will go out at night and try to find things for the workshop. She will try to find other dragons too. Hazel works at the academy sometimes when she is not over at dragons edge. She helps the younger vikings how to train and tame dragons. She loves fishing and cooking. She will usually host bonfires on summer nights. She loves swimming in the lake and out in the ocean. She loves playing fetch with her dragons and will help anyone in need! She tries to trust others for a bit first then is they are acting werid, she will follow them just incase they are a dragon hunter or something. Her hut has a platform for Tiger to sleep on like Toothlesses. Her hug can fit one dragon inside of it, and that is Tiger.
(Maybe will add more? Idk yet so if the time comes to judge, mines done)
Dragons Name: Tiger
Dragons Gender: male
Description: Tiger is not the typical night fury you would find because of his orange. Tiger is all black and has three stripes on both sides of his face. His head feather things all have one sideway stripe down the middle. His legs are the same as his feather things, they all have one sideway stripe down the middle. His wings are all black but a chuck of the end is orange. His body is just the plain black and his tail is plain black. His eyes are deep forest green.
But he is a fun loving dragon! Tiger is the best dragon to think of an orange and black cat! He loves to chase, hide, and eat! Well and sleep! Tiger is the type who will sleep all day then party all night! He loves it when you play tug o war with him and play fetch. He will always obey his rider (Hazel) but nobody else unless Hazel tells him they are nice and her friends. He is very cat like and will always chase a light. He loves to play tricks and get his rider to play with him. But when it comes to battle, Tiger is always ready! He is a great fighter and can be cute and loves to play. When he comes around any other male dragons he tries to be more intelligent than they are and act cooler. He will nudge you to come play or go flying so be ready. Tiger and Hazel have a very close bond because after the years Hazel has spent most of her time training the dragon. There was no need to tame because Hazel found Tiger as an egg. So she trained the dragon and he became a great fighter and a cute dragon! His best dragon friend is Storm (My OC stormcutter). Storm is also owned by Hazel. But the two get along very well. Tiger can be very friendly to other dragons and people if you give him time. He also has very good instincts to protect and destroy. He can be very violent at some points or very friendly! When you see Tiger, your bound to fall in love with this cute dragon!
When Tiger is in a hot temper, little things can set him off easily. He loves to fly off without Hazel, but he gets in trouble for it a lot.
He hates a lot of things. Like when someone puts eels somewhere near him, he will heat up. He does not like thunderdrums because of their roars and he hates whispering deaths and screaming deaths. That is why Hazel will never tame a thunderdrum or whispering/screaming death. He hates cold weather and people stealing his food. Tiger is the type who will do anything for food! It can get real hectic when he wants food.
Tiger wears a dark brown leather saddle with dark blue stripes. He wears a dark brown leather brindle too. His halter his the dark blue leather. He has a special spiker collar which is a blue and orange. He wears the same spike bracelet. He has some armor which is only for battles but the armor is a light metallic grey. But it is made from silver.
When Tiger was a little dragonling he always loved to tug on others boots and scarfs. He is a very playful dragon and can be very friendly if you put a little thought to it. He has a talent of making tree art with his claws which he kinda learned from Toothless and his ground drawing. He will also fetch things for others only if you give him treats. Tiger will find is easy to make friends with other dragons even if they are mean to him. He loves it when people scratch his belly or below the chin. He likes getting baths and being massaged. But over all nothing can stop Tiger, because of his fiery temper and loving personality!
Hight: 3 feet
Weight: 600 pounds
Length: 5-7 feet (still dont know yet because never checked)
Tail length: 1.5 feet
Claw length: 2-4 centimeters
Teeth length: 2 centimeters
Eye color: green
Main body color: black
Pattern?: stripes and full color on wing tips
Pattern color: orange
Eye shape: round
Claw shape: cone

Relations:
Kyra: Kyra was Hazel and Tigers first friend! She loves to explore and go riding and is always up for a good race. She also is good with animals like Hazel!
Sarai: Sarai is Kyra's nightfury! Dont really know much yet
Leto: Leto is Hazels friend! Dont really know much yet.
Rose: Rose is Hazels deadly nadder so of course they are friends!
Aurora: Aurora is Hazels speed stinger so they are friends!
Maybe Wip?

[Phina Wolf]

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MARK MARK MARK MARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Synerie]

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Riders Name: Eira
Riders Gender: Female
Description: Eira stands at 5"6, a bit taller then average females. Eira is tanned nicely from spending most of her days outside with Ursa. Her build is almost guy-ish, which doesn't bother her. She has broad shoulders, which lead to a small wrist that's attached to a small-ish hand and fingers. Eira's right arm is burned, from her right wrist to her shoulder is scarred badly from past burns. This scar travels up her shoulder, the right side of her neck, and up to her right earlobe. Eira's body is pear shaped, her hips bigger then the top. She has natural curves in her body. Eira's legs are strong built yet a little thick towards the top. When you look at her face, you would see she has full lips, almost Marilyn Monroe shaped lips. Her nose is small, not pointed. The tip of her nose is a bit rounded, and her nostrils are small, rounded. Her cheek bones are sculpted high, and her jaw is straight. Eira has a slight "butt" chin from the fact her jaw is not aligned right. Freckles mark her cheeks and the small bridge of her nose. Her eyes are upturned slightly, the color of her eyes are a darker hazel color. People tend to describe her eyes as shockingly beautiful. Eira's eyelashes are long and full, curling slightly upwards. Next, her eyebrows are completely hair and full, shaped nicely. A mole is settled next to her left eyebrow, small and only able to be seen if you are close to Eira. Eira's forehead is average sized, completely smooth. Her ears are described as being almost elf like, curling up into a slight point. The ear lobes are attached. Her hair is thin, and short. The left side of her hair is short, close to her head, almost like a half shaved style. The right side matches about to her jaw line, and curls up slightly. Her hair color is a dark ruby red, and has a slight brownish tone to it. Now, Eira has a birth mark on the left side of her collar bone, and is described to look like a dragon in flight. Eira's voice is light as a bird's wing, and can easily change if you make her upset. When upset, her voice is hard and strong, like a hammer. To the personality side of Eira, she's exactly like her dragon. She's very nature-y, quiet and welcoming. Eira would only hurt another if she was provoked badly enough. She loves spending her time in the forest with Ursa, picking flowers and exploring what the world has to offer for her.
Dragons Name: Ursa
Dragons Gender: Female
Description: When compared with other Nightfuries, Ursa not only has a more feminine, smaller body, but her color is lighter. Her body is a lighter shade of dark grey, and the only thing darker is the spines on her back and her claws. The darker color is a shade off black, almost similar to Toothless's form. Ursa also has a lighter grey on her body, which starts on her chest and goes down to the middle of her tail. Above this belly/tail marking, streaks of the same light grey travel down with her stomach. The inside of her stout, powerful legs are also light grey, but only can be seen if you look between her legs. If you would lift her wings, hip fins, and tail fins, you would notice the underside of each has a pattern of markings that look like stars. Under her left wing, if you view from above her, she has a constellation of stars under her left wing that look like Ursa Major. Ursa does have the hip fins, and both tail fins. Her wing span is a bit bigger then a normal Nightfuries, which is a surprise for her littler body. Ursa dons scars around her ankles from past Vikings trying to capture her, and tends to forget they're there. She also has a "flower crown" type item, with the vines wrapped around her head fins. The flowers range from light pink, to peach, to magenta, to yellow. She also has a few flowers resting on her tail and in between her tail fin. Ursa has a saddle that rests between her wings, it's made out of soft animal fur. The straps run under her chest and front legs, bells hanging off the straps on her chest. Ursa's saddle is a soft sandy color with white mixed in from the fur. When it comes to Ursa's sounds, her growls and such are lighter, almost "angel" like. Ursa makes very feminine sounds. She does make sounds similar to a cat's, and of which, these are very "silky" and "airy." Ursa's always making soft sounds to content herself when her rider's not around. When purring, Ursa's purrs sound like little "silky" clicks, not like average cat purring. This doesn't bother her at all. Ursa is a complete nature lover. She's quiet as the gentle wind. Ursa is as gentle as a little butterfly. She's described as being nature's dragon form. She loves anything nature-y, and collects any kind of flowers. Ursa would never hurt any one, dragon or not, unless severely provoked. She loves everyone that isn't rude and doesn't damage anything to do with outside world. Ursa agrees with almost anything her rider, Eira, does, as they have a very strong bond. Ursa connects more with Eira because their personalities are very much similar, which she enjoys because she won't be forced head first into a problem. She loves flying with her Eira, and tends to be only caught flying with her. She just loves the feeling of the wind carrying her higher. Ursa is also very much cat like, and loves to play around like a cat would. Ursa loves light pointers, and will spend hours bouncing around to chase them. She's also very playful and loves to pull pranks on her rider and others. It's just something she loves to do.

[Almond Bark]

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[0Zero0]

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Riders Name: Zero Eugene Fethre
His Father's name is Zero Eron Fethre, and certainly Zero wasn't getting away with being named after anyone else. This means his true name is Zero the Second, or Zero II. He denies having this added to his name, however, as it means he is imitating his father. He swears though that they named him Zero EUGENE to keep him from going by his middle name. His father says his middle name is derived from his great GREAT grandfather from his mother’s side. His father is a Hunter trapper, and Zero believes that one day he'll be one as well.

His mother's name was Alexandria Fellif Maru. That was her name at least, before she was married to Zero Eron Fethre that is. She is in charge of the mailing system around the village, and is often away or taking care of messaging those a crossed the island or exploring on her free time

Riders Gender: Male ♂ (o-o how come there is mostly females in love wish this fandom XD)
Although he is highly feminine in appearance and certain actions, he has proven to others time and time again that he is indeed male. Stupid, Young, and a bit out of place, and certainly male. 100% masculine on the other hand is a different story.

Physical Description:

Body
- Zero stands to be about five foot three inches tall. This is short for his age and one of the main reasons he is often mistaken for a female Viking. His weight is average and fits his body mass quite well. He is about one hundred pounds, slim build with low muscle mass in most of his body. His face makes him look young, as his age looks to be around a fifteen to seventeen year old. He has red Caucasian skin with no blemishes anywhere visible on his body. He is slightly pale from staying indoors reading a lot but goes out often enough to have some color to his body. His hands are small and square, his fingers are thin, and almost feminine. His feet are average, not small, or huge.

Head
- He has a small pointed nose, big round eyes and a small mouth with thin lips. His eyes are a bright shade of blue with a teal tint and with a darker blue outline. His pupil is big and he has great vision. His eyebrows are a slight darker shade of yellow but not too much darker then his hair. The eyebrows are thin and stretch across the full width of the eye. His lips are thin, even and the same shade of color as his skin. His ears are aligned with his eyes and are average in size. The lobe is detached. His face is soft and young so the cheekbone isn't as visible.

His hair is long and a medium shade of blonde. Without the ponytail it would reach his mid thigh, and with it the ponytail it reaches the bottom of his behind. It is flat, medium in thickness, and pointed very slightly at the end. The front of his hair, at the sides of his head, the hair is cut shorter and reaches a bit below his shoulders, and almost too mid chest. He has bangs that slightly curl and are cut to be slightly messy and uneven with a tiny bit of a cowlick at the root that makes it split slightly down the middle. The bangs only go slightly over the eyebrows. His ears are mostly covered unless it is tied up. It is usually tied at the middle back of his head, when it is you can see the small amount of short hair that hides under his long hair- it sticks up and out just over the tie.

Apparel
- Zero's ponytail, at the very top closest to his head, It is black, but has a small red pen that isn't visible as it is underneath the hair tie it is there to keep the black band together. This is usually hiding underneath the short poking out hair in the back.

Zero wears a long-sleeved black turtleneck were the right sleeve is completely missing, shoulder and all. It is solid in color and is a tunic in length as it reaches below the waist and ends just at the start of his legs. The thread is tight and made of sheep wool. He wears a short cloak without a hood that is open in the front and ends just at the top of his belly. It has for metal buttons without wholes. Each with a design of an animal on it- the top right metal button being a wing of a bird, the top left being a fox tail, the bottom left being a rabbit foot, and the bottom right is a three pronged antler. All of the buttons are tied together with a thick rope in a zigzag bowline. The cloak is made from weasel fur and is a light brown with black tints.

On both his arms is a long finger-less elbow glove that is the same shade of black as his shirt, and goes over the shirt. It is highly soft, and is the softest of his clothing, it is made out of rabbit fur to custom fit his size of hands and thin arms. Also on both of his arms is a protective shield that almost is perfectly shaped to curve around his arm. It starts a little behind his wrist, ends a bit below his elbow, and sits on the outside of his arm. It is a rounded rectangle that curves around the arm and ends at the sides. The bottom and edges of it are lined with deer fur as to be comfortable to wear, while the rest of it is made of a hard metal. Each one has five thick short round tipped spikes in the arrangement of a five dotted die. The color of the fur is a dark brown with white specks, the color of the surface is a roughly painted grey, and the spikes are black. It is strapped to his arm by the same fur that lines it in buckles. There are three straps. One of the straps is near the top of the armor, the other on is near the bottom, and one strap that connects to the bottom strap wraps around his hand between his thumb and first finger. All the straps connect to the deer fur base under the armor.

Over his tunic lengthened turtleneck, around his waist is a tool belt. More specifically this belt is made for a farmer. These belts often have pockets hanging from them on long sections of clothe that go down to the knees, but leave plenty of room to walk around in. Zero's is no exception to these tool belts, other than the fact he made it himself, and he attached a couple loops satchels, and added a lot of pockets to it. This belt is thick and made from the same fur as the deer hide but trimmed down so burrs and other sticker plants don't easily get stuck to it. It has four spikes decorating the left side in a single line about the same size and shape as the ones on his arm shields. These are purely decorative and go from the middle of the left leg to his side. The spikes are evenly spaced and perfectly centered. On the other side of his belt, aligned with his right leg, is a small satchel about the width of the belt and the same color. The flap goes half way over the bag and is tied down with the same rope and metal buttons as his cloak in the middle of the satchel. Tied to that are two small round money bags firmly secured to the satchel with rope these are usually filled with trinkets, not money. There is a bit of space on the side with nothing, and on the back is a bigger satchel that is the full width of his back, and is three times the width of the belt, but only covers his butt. There are also two fox tails, one an arctic fox, the other a red fox, tied to the same ties as the money bags. The rest of the belt is free of any decoration, but a large piece of deer skin hangs from the belt. This deer skin cloth goes to the knees and has an opening in the front from the middle of the left leg to the middle of the right leg. The cloth has six pockets on each side, all of which are usually empty as he fills these pockets with things he finds from what he is hunting down, or herbal remedies for emergencies. The pockets are usually aligned three pockets above three pockets, all square, no zippers or tie downs as well all being in the front. He has added these pockets over the years so there not all of the same fur, but he tried his best to shave and die the fur in the same color. This belt connects to his shirt and pants through a slit in the shirt that is hard to see, and a loop in the pants that is also not visible due to the shirt and belt.

His pants are light grey in color, made of sheep wool , and are tightly sown together. The pants have many stains on them, including grass, blood, and miscellaneous things he doesn't even know about. The pants go all the way down to his ankle and under his boots, shirt, and tool belt. The pants are slightly loose as to give more freedom to his step and waist.

His boots go almost to his knee and are lined with weasel fur both at the top as a thick cuff, and on the inside to keep his feet warm from the cold harsh element of his home. The boots are also made with deer skin and have heavy sols made out of layers of animal Hide to outlive the harsh terrain he goes through. Both boots are thick in both width and size. The right boot has rope tied around it, and a small enclosed rectangular casing on the right side of it. The rope is tied randomly around the boot. The left boot has nothing particular on it. However you can see where he ran through low lit fires with the boots on as there are slight singes on the bottom of the boot.

What does he carry with him?
- Usually a few writing utensils, a box lunch, a rope, a book or sketch journal and a small knife in his big satchel. Usually medical supplies are located in his small satchel. While he has tons of pockets to keep things in he isn't keen on carrying anything of high danger. This makes him a bad trapper from time to time, but he is only one in training for now, so he doesn't find the need to carry all that nonsense with him on every journey.

ON RARE occasions, he can be seen practicing swinging around a ten foot long pole with a decorated sharp blade at the end. A halberd to be precise *haven't quite designed this yet, don't draw It.

Personality Description: [Clumsy | Intelligent | Quiet | Friendly | Selfish | Competitive | Obvious | Feminine]
Zero is not one you would expect to try and take on the challenge of a hunter, trapper, or even that of a dragon tamer. He is one to always make mistakes in his actions, but always seems that the actions come out to a positive ending. Well, at least this is what comes out in a sense. He means no harm in any of his actions and is quite kind and friendly around others. While not talkative or generally good around large amounts of people, he does his best to fit in the way HE wants to fit in. Zero, however, also tends to be a bit selfish in choices that he makes, not that he expects things to turn his way, but he gets highly disappointed if they don't. He tries his best not to show this, but it shines the most when he wants to win something he doesn't have.

One of the things most people mistake him for is being female. This is because he does have basic feminine features- Being thin, young, having long blonde hair, and generally is seen in softer positions. He is also feminine in many of his activities such as picking flowers, staying out of danger, being less coordinate then most and even in his quiet voice. Hi tries to be Strong, and do things that he knows is stupid to try and keep his masculinity up, however most of these things generally don't help in either case.


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Dragon's Name: FireLight [fi-e-lite]
Firelight is named after the brilliant color patterns that are covering the dragon’s body. The colors merge in such a way that the night fury looks either like burned charcoal, or a bright light from a star. Its personality also adds to its name in the fact that it brings lightness to Zero. FireLight seems to have a friendly calm atmosphere with a fiery bite. This dragon has many nicknames and is intelligent enough when to and how to respond to each and every one of them.

Dragon's Nicknames: Light ; Burner ; Fire
Like said before, each nickname has a purpose, and is used generally in sync with certain actions. Not as commands, but as sort of a way to let Firelight know what sort of position the both of they are in. None of the names mean anything direct however, and generally are used as a way to get FireLight's attention. When Light doesn't respond to Firelight, sometimes say Burner can get his attention. Light is used the most often, Burner is usually used to coincide with Torment's name- used in combat.

Dragon's Gender: Male ♂
Although Zero is never sure of the genders of his dragon's Firelight has the tendency to show that he has a masculine personality.

Dragon's Physical Description:
Body
Light is just a tiny bit shorter than most night furies, but only by a sliver really. Firelight's length is about twenty five feet in length from nose to the tip of his tail, and his height at the shoulder is five feet and seven inches tall. His wingspan is a little longer than twenty seven feet. The hind fins that sit just outside behind the main set of wings are a little larger than usual as they extend from the usual size to three inches longer in height while the length a crossed the base is still the same. The tail fins, are an average length.

There is a moon shaped scar wrapped around the left eye of the dragon. It is barely visible and doesn't show well in the darkness at all. In the brightest of light you can see a small thin line that is slightly lighter then the main set of its scales. It curves from the top edge closest to the eyebrow, and curves in an almost even distance from the eye all the way to the middle bottom. This doesn't seem to affect the vision of FireLight at all. Probably due to it being merely a scratch and it's a good distance from the eyeball itself. This is the only distinct marking that isn't a part of his main coloration.

Head
The head of fire is wide, and flat at the top like most night furies. There are three small scales that stick upward rather than stay flat along the skin like the rest of the scales. These scales are in the middle back of the head, and are just in front of the ear like appendages. The rest of the scales along the head appear to be about the same size, and get thicker and bigger you reach the cheeks of the dragon. There is three horn or ear like appendages on each side of the dragon’s head that are covered in scales and have the same features as the face "skin". Two of the three appendages are underneath the ears and are connected to the cheek, while the third is above the ear. All of them are shorter than the ear like appendage.

The color of the head is a deep dark red that fades to a lighter shade of red at the bottom of the chin. The same graduation of color goes from the top side of the horn/ear appendages to underneath it, not from tip to root. This is the same for most of them, except the very bottom left claw is a grey-red. The same color as his lighter colored markings. Wrapping around the tip of his nose, covering his muzzle, and lining all around both of his eyes are the same grey-red markings. These markings continue in two lines connected to the top of his eye markings straight up his head, and end at each side of the ear. This marking is copied on the other side of his head. There are three more grey-red lines that come from the side of his eye, two of them start from just above his tear-duct and connect midway at his cheek. The joined marking ends at the top horn appendage. The third marking starts just below the tear-duct and connects to the bottom horn appendage. These three markings are also repeated on the other side of the head. There are darker red markings that follow the grey lines. This dark read fades with the same dark color at the top of FireLight's head.

The neck also has the same graduation of color, but gets much lighter at the bottom of the neck. This lighter shade fades darker as it reaches the chin. There appears to be a thick grey-red ring that goes all the way around the neck and doesn't fade in color. This ring is uneven and erratic in design. It is the brightest point on Light's body.

Light's eyes are a Bright scarlet color lined with darker reds and oranges at the center and outline of the iris. These colors brighten to a yellow when the pupil shrinks, and darken to a red when the pupil grows.

back and belly
The back, is the darkest color of Firelights. It is pure black and fades to a dark red as it reaches to the belly of the dragon. There are twenty scales that poke up from his back that start from the back of its neck, and go all the way down to the rump. These scales are much larger than any other scale on Light's body, even bigger than the ones on his tail. Some of these scales seem to be chipped slightly, but that's just there natural shape.

The belly has a grey-red marking that is the same color as the other grey-red markings. It covers most of his belly and is almost colored in a smoky way as it blends with the red base color that Firelight has. This is to make it look like the bottom of a cloud.

Legs
The legs follow the same dark red burnt color down the front and sides of the legs, and even get darker and it reached the foot. The back of the legs, from just below the armpit, to the edge of its paws on the forelegs, and from the back of the heel to the toe on the hind-legs, is the repeated grey-red color in an uneven form. The color is faded, and doesn't show all too well when Light has his legs curved into his body, not to mention, burned dark red markings that are darker then the legs themselves follow in a striped pattern all the way down the leg. There is four claws on each foot, all are solid black, and have not discoloration to them except for his far left claw has a white spot on it.

The Wings
The wings almost reversed in color depending on what side you look at the wings. The back of the wings are a deep red at the arm of the wing and fade to a black at the tip of the webbing, but the inside of the wings are a bit different. While the arm of the wing stays a deep red, the top of the webbing that connects to the wing is a black, and it fades to the same deep red at the tip of the webbing. This is the same for both wings, and isn't very complicated in design.

The tail
The tail from the body is halve of FireLight's full length, and yet seems unnoticed by most due to the lack of markings or anything special. It is still the same near black that fades to a deep red at the bottom and has no significant markings. The Tail has about fifteen scales that poke out from the back of the tail from the hindquarters to the start of the tail fin. Each of these scales is just a bit smaller than the other.

The hindquarter fins follow the same color pattern as the wings do, but instead of deep red to black on the back of the fins, it is the same fading color as the inside of the fins. A dark deep color of red that fades to a lighter shade of red at the edges, the same difference is seen in the end tail fins.

how his Color pallet effects visuals
Firelight is colored in a way to match with the surrounding colors of the sky. While Black fits really well with the night colors, there are times before the night and just before the day where hunting could be of better use in time. These periods change color from deep reds and grays. To camouflage himself in the clouds, he opens his body up and faces his back to the sky, lifting his legs up so the lighter parts show- during the darker nights he faces his belly to the sky, or tucks his body inwards so that little of his lighter markings are showing. The only real downside to his markings is the brighter colors around his neck as that seems to not help him hide- but it does seem to help with flirtation and detracting small prey.

These markings also seem to have a striped feel to them, making it easy for him to hide in dried grass or dark swampy areas. (I did base them off a cat a Maine coon but red.)

Dragon's Personality: [Loyal | Lonely | Isolated | Loving | Adventurous | Protective | Intelligent]
The cold ruthless knight is one way to describe this beast. He is almost aloof and distrusting to most. Firelight doesn't seem to want to be surrounded by love and affection nor does the dragon seemingly want any other dragon around him. At first impression this dragon doesn't seem all that attached to anyone. Even when around Zero this dragon keeps his distance. However this isn't the real case of how this dragon acts towards Zero, or any of Light's close friends. Generally the dragon is strong, both in personality, and actions, but loves those he's close to. Often at times, this dragon is cuddly and loving when it comes to Zero, and seemingly wants to protect him from all harm.

Firelight is Loyal to commands and is highly intelligent when it comes down to it. If He is locked into a fierce battle, he won't hesitate to do anything Zero tells him to, no matter how stupid or cold it sounds. He's good at keeping most of the other dragons in line and keeping space between Zero and pushiness from others. He's not overprotective like Everlaster, Zero's Monstrous Nightmare, is, and more or less understanding of what Zero's decisions are. He loves to do, and go anywhere with zero, and would never leave zero's side for very long.


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[March 2nd]
- Morning

The morning I was having was rough. Getting out of bed without my dragons at my side... It wasn't going to happen all too easily. Why weren't they there? Well it’s just getting into spring, and that's generally when mom gets home, and I didn't want to risk mom seeing the dragons. Well you see, She can be strict and it's unnerving at times, I just don't want to worry her with the two dragons that I have usually in the house, so I hid them in the orchard were they could play with the other dragons. Something that would come easy to them I suppose.

I fell off the bed on purpose. I was so used to the giant Storm Cutters head poking his head in and pushing me off that I felt it was almost necessary to do so in the mornings with or without the dragon. Getting up and stretching I sat down on my bed and stared at the ceiling for a moment. I haven't owned dragons for that long, yet it felt like I've known them my whole life. It used to be lonely in the small cottage, but now it seemed like an empty mansion. No size changes though, the building was still the same old size that it's always been.

I heard a knock on my door- My bedroom door, so it was probably father going to tell me to go catch breakfast. I shouted out to let my father know I was awake. "I'm still here." Those are the words I believe I usually chose. That's what generally came to mind to say to my father. I feel like he thinks I jump out the window to get away from him. "You can open the door."

The door did swing open eventually, and I was shocked to see what was behind it. A tall slim feminine figure with bright blue eyes and long blond hair was standing in the doorway. Covered in fur and robust, my mother seeming ran into the room and latched onto me like a leech. It took no time for me to recognize her. It wasn't like I never got to see her, but I was surprised that I didn't get any notification at that time. I expected some mail to come by Terrible Terror or some other means. She wasn't home early though I suppose.

At that point a large reptilian head busted through the slightly open window, not breaking anything but the window, and nudged at the both of us. It was Fluffy, my Storm cutter, whom was presumably not supposed to just burst in this morning, but I suppose who could stop a dragon. At this point I expected my mom to freak out about me owning a dragon, as I supposed I wasn't allowed to own one, but they seemed to get along pretty well, and I was quite happy with how Fluffy responded to all of this.

I think I remember mom saying something about how beautiful he was, but that was a bit of a blur. You see, I had to rush out at that point. As catching breakfast was one of my training regimes that Papa had tried to get me to do. He always said that if I wanted to be a good Hunter, I had to have good practice. So out the door I was, searching for a meal for the whole family. My siblings included. In fact I was glad that I could leave. It allowed me time to prepare for mom being home. I missed her, so I wanted to show her how much I cared.

First arrival of the beast

The only problem with that was getting food was going to be a hassle. The easiest to do was to go by the nearest stream and catch fish, but I didn't want fish, so I headed out to catch me a rabbit. Since it was still dark out, none of the animals were awake as of yet. It was early morning, and I was going to have to be patient with whatever I decided to hunt. I had to plan carefully, especially when it came to a small rodent that was quick.

I headed out to the edge of the wilderness, and looked into the darkness that followed the tree's shadows. It was a calming yet terrifying sight to see. It didn't help that there was a slight breeze flowing with the trees to make an ominous sound. Dark shadows were reaching out, and the only light that would peer through the darkness was the light of the stars that were slowly fading away.

I stared silently for a while, into the darkness, till something really fast shocked me. I fell to the ground from a great wind pushing over my head. Whatever it was, it was bigger than me, and it was close enough that it nearly knocked into my head. While I didn't see it, I had a bad feeling about what the thing was. I mean, what else was bigger, faster, and could fly over my head? It had to be a dragon. I wasn't exactly sure what species though. As a held my ground in the tall grass I could hear the rustling of whatever landed. Looking around quickly and over the horizon, I had to figure out what I was looking for, but I couldn't see anything. In a panic I had to get up out of the grass, but I stumbled and fell over something.

That something had a large orange eye seemingly staring at me. I became afraid, not because it was scary, but it seemed terrified. Any living being that is scared will lung out and attack. It must have been attacked by someone else or maybe it was alone and young. I had no idea what position it was in, as I couldn't see it in the tall grass that well, and even though the moment it took to look in its eye seemed forever. It was gone in a flash of time.

It was gone. Just like that, whatever I had run into had disappeared, and I never even caught so much of a glimpse of anything but its eye. How was I supposed to go on with such a look it was giving me. I felt like I was missing something in my soul as I walked away from that very spot. Watching the spot was difficult, yet at the same time it felt as if I wasn't allowed to look away. I eventually turned my head as I needed to continue onward.

I found the perfect spot to catch the rabbit, pulling out my rope and tying it to the tree while setting up the bait for the small creature. I set up a couple of spots, as I was going to need to be quick. I wasted too much time as it was. While setting that up, I supposed I should grab some herbs and other vegetables. I would be able to obtain some of our breakfast from the small farm, and after I caught some food for mom, dad, and me I would catch some fish for my dragons as a treat. They usually feed themselves quite well, but I enjoy the look on their faces when I bring them home a snack.

Catching the rabbits was easy, I had brought along a few containers to keep them in as I wasn't going to kill them. I didn't have the heart really, but I'm sure father would be happy to eat something a bit different. Although eating rabbit for breakfast seemed strange. I had decided to go down to the river for a quick break. The sun was rising, and I was expected to be home soon, but I was going to stay a bit longer to catch the fish, and see if I could meet that amber eyed dragon again. I put my feet into the water. The cold icy feel wasn't something I enjoyed, but necessary for the fish.

I was there for a bit longer before I heard something being dragged a crossed the ground I turned around where I had put my small pile of fish, and the fish was gone, and so were the rabbits! I didn't hear anything at all till recently, and I thought I had a good eye on them. Getting out of the water and searching around, I could smell the fish, cooked fish... wait a minute. I followed the smell to see if maybe there were some campers nearby. It led me to a small grove.

It was dark, and hard to see. The only lighting the place was the reflection from the red sunlit clouds from the horizon, and that didn't come into the grove all too well. My eyes were a little shocked with what I ran into. The two orange eyes from before were glaring up at me. It moved fast to the side, watching me carefully as I tried to go around and maybe leave. Whatever it was I didn't want to get in between it and the food it was guarding. In a split second, though I had no time to react, the Creature launched at me!

How did I survive? Fluffy came swooping down! The large Storm Cutter seemingly cut off the attacking dragon, and clawed at its face, this pushed the attacking dragon backwards a bit. Fluffy breathed fire at it. The light from the Storm Cutter's fire revealed the burnt red color of its face. It was a Night Fury.

[diana,]

this would be my first ever adoptable, let alone custom ^.^]

Username:
grievers;

Riders Name:
Bellatrix [Latin name meaning 'female warrior'] - nickname; Bella

Riders Gender:
Female

Description:
Bellatrix is a short, 5'5 dragon trainer. She has long, dirty blonde hair reaching almost down to her hips that she most commonly is seen wearing in a messy bun with long strands around her face, along with hazel eyes - her eyes also have a gold ring around the pupil. Her eyes tilt inward slightly and are often described as beautiful. She has a small button nose and tight, average-sized lips - the top lip is smaller than the bottom, but not too noticeably. Her bottom lip curls upwards slightly to meet the corners of the top lip. Her ears are rather small but go perfectly with her small-featured face. Her cheekbones are quite noticeable, along with her jawline. She lost her baby cheeks earlier than most and her cheeks now go inwards and look quite tight, hence having high cheekbones. Her arms are muscular - not extremely muscular, but noticeably. Her fingers are long and skinny - long for her small body, but they're not very noticeable. Her legs are also quite muscular, mainly her calf muscles, though her quads are very strong also. Her skin is fair, not white but not tanned. An ordinary skin colour, some might say. Her skin is fairly clear but she has the occasional small freckle along her arms and legs. She's an ordinary weight for her size, but her extra muscle adds a bit. She also has slight blushed cheeks.
She wears an old, pale magenta shirt covered by a thin, dark red-brown fur coat and a light brown 'skirt' - in fact, it looks much like Astrid's. She wears light grey leggings that go down to just above her knees. She has a brown headback and two matching brown armbands that she wears. One armband has a picture of a skull imprinted on it. She wears old, grey shoulder armour [liked Astrid's also]. She wears a pair of skinny black boots with fur matching her coat's at the top of them. They also have a belt-looking clip over the top where her feet are inside. They are rounded at the point [where her toes are].
She is feisty and fierce, also similar to Astrid's personality. She is kind, but when arguing her ferocity wins out and she wins most arguments, which is probably why no one challenges her opinions. Some people who don't know her well underestimate her for her height - Bellatrix loathes these people and does everything she can to prove them wrong. Onto her softer side, Bellatrix has a passionate love for all dragons, though favours the faster, most dangerous ones. She can be very kind and loving towards family, friends and dragons, though occasionally lashes out if someone says something wrong - this is a habit she is trying to control.
Her favourite weapons are daggers. She holds a 30cm dagger wherever she goes and often sharpens it with a rock she finds in the woods. It has worn black leather at the top where she holds onto it and the blade is slightly rusted, but it still works fine.
She enjoys walking into the woods with her dragon, Miriam. Alone. They both enjoy the silence, and they both have a taste for being alone. They like sitting together while Bellatrix reads a book [reading is one of her favourite pasttimes] and Miriam takes a nap. Bellatrix also likes wondering out into the woods at night while Miriam is at their house asleep. She either sharpens her dagger, which is also something she enjoys doing, sits on a log where the treeline ends and the cliff also ends, so she can stare off into the water, or laying down and staring up at the stars. She has always been fascinated by stars, the way they twinkle and shine - she likes them.

Dragons Name:
Miriam, meaning 'rebellious'

Dragons Gender:
Female

Description:
Miriam is much like her owner - feisty and arrogant. She likes to have her own way and is quite a picky eater. If Miriam doesn't want to do something, she's going to need a lot of convincing to make her do it. However, if that something she doesn't want to do is urgent, she will obey immediately. She is an intelligent dragon and knows when something is wrong. If Bellatrix is feeling down but is not showing it, Miriam will know. They have a very strong connection and lots of chemistry. Miriam has a personality very similar to her owner's. Miriam is a black-based nightfury. She has small, pale magenta swirls around her eyes that are thinly outlined by aqua. She also has larger magenta swirls on her black that fade to pale orange on her tail and each of her legs. One of her eyes is magenta, the other a deep orange. In the light, her scales tint a mix of orange and purple.
She has both tail-flaps, both of which are black. Every other feature not listed is black. ^^
As said before, Miriam and her owner Bellatrix have a very strong connection. Often it seems as though they can read eachothers' minds - if Bellatrix is thinking of going somewhere, Miriam will usually get ready to go to that place. They enjoy eachothers' company because they are so similar. They enjoy sittimg down quietly together, with Miriam laying down and Bellatrix leaning against her reading. They have full trust in eachother and enjoy doing flying trust exercises, for example flying very high and then Bellatrix leaping off into the air. Miriam will then fly beside her for five seconds before they 'attach' once more. They both trust eachother with their lives.
Miriam likes to rub up against people. Despite being feisty, she does have a soft side that she likes to show. Curling her long tail around her belongings when anyone goes near them [apart from Bellatrix] is a habit of hers. The one and only person she has full trust in is Bellatrix. She also tilts her head when she doesn't understand something. Staring at people she doesn't know is also a habit - it is as though she is trying to understand them, trying to figure out who they are and what they are. After a sleep/nap, she will stretch like a cat, meaning she will arch her back and stretch out, lowering her back and letting her tail lay out on the ground behind her. Like Toothless, she acts a lot like a cat. She walks with pride and confidence, although doesn't lift her head and act 'snobby'. Every foot is placed on the ground with confidence, her wings folded neatly and her tail laid out behind her. She loathes slouching and sprawling out when sleeping/laying down and prefers to do so neatly. When she sleeps, she curls up and curls her tail around her body so that one flap is over her nose.

A Little Story
Alone.
They sat in the woods, alone. Bellatrix leaned against Miriam, reading, while Miriam took a short nap. Bella yawned softly and stretched her arms above her head. "Think it's time to go, girl?" She asked her nightfury while giving her a slow stroke across her head. Miriam lifted her head and nodded, yawning also.
Bella stood up began walking slowly through the woods with her book. Miriam arched her back in a stretch before following. It was dark - the two had been out since sunset. They enjoyed sitting together in the woods, as they enjoyed eachother's company very much. Bella looked to the side at Miriam and smiled, earning what looked like a smile in return. Miriam's multi-coloured eyes glinted in the moonlight, along with her scales - they glinted a wonderous purpley-orange. She's such a beautiful dragon. I'm so lucky to have her.
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The two stayed up until sunrise. They sat together, once again, in Bella's room. Reading The Book Of Dragons for the hundredth time, front to back.
"I don't know about you," Bella yawned, "But I think I've had enough reading for one day. What do you say about going for a morning flight?" Miriam leaped to her paws, eyes seeming to shine.
Bella laughed. "I'll take that as a yes, then!" They walked down the stairs silently, careful not to wake Bella's parents, then opened the front door and stepped out into the warm, welcoming sunlight. Bella mounted Miriam and they took off into the air. The air rushed into Bella's face and she grinned, loving the feeling. They flew off above the ocean, heading towards Dragons' Edge. The sun shone on Miriam's scales, making them glint a purpley-orange like in the moonlight earlier. They landed on Dragons' Edge and Bella hopped off, quickly neatening her hair.
"I wonder if we'll find any new dragons this time," Bella mused. "We found a few Monstrous Nightmares and a Deadly Nadder lastime, but I want to find something amazing. Obviously not as amazing as you, girl," She added with a chuckle. Miriam gave a soft purr.
They headed off into the forest together. The birds chirped happily in amongst the trees and Bella smiled once more. She was in a good mood this morning, as was Miriam. They were always happy when it was just them, with no one else to intrude on their privacy.
Suddenly, the birds stopped chirping. It was so sudden you could have not noticed until five hours later. They both stopped and gazed around - they were in the forest, nowhere notable or particular. Bella glanced sideways at Miriam and grinned - danger, or so it seemed, almost always excited her. And then there was an ear-splitting screech.
Bella gasped and ran forwards, heading towards the sound until she came to a clearing. She stared upwards and gaped - there, standing in front of her, was a...

I won't dragon this story on for any longer [see what I did there? 'Dragon', as in 'drag on'? Sorry], because you're probably bored to death by it, but this was just a glimpse at their personalities when they're together. Not very descriptive or informational, but I had fun writing it ^u^

And that is it! I may add more later, but for now this is my entry. I'm sorry for any mistakes, my iPad hates me, I swear. >.>

[Kara Danvers]

Decided not to enter after all, but would like to wish luck to all that do!






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[Queen Vivane]

Username: Queen Chrysalis

Riders Name: Mylene

Riders Gender: Female

Description: Mylene is a young woman who stands at 5ft8 so she's rather on the tall side. Long red hair falls to her knees but is usually held up in a high ponytail because plaits are boring. They are used by everyone else. The ponytail is tight enough that it doesn't fall out but loose enough so that she doesn't get headaches from wearing her hair that way. More often than not Mylene ends up having to blow her bangs out of her eyes as they are determined to impair her vision. Mylene has that sort of face that belongs to every drop dead gorgeous mean girl ever. Heart stopping good looks. Unlike your usual vicious air headed brat, Mylene has a wicked sharp mind and an oddly high tolerance for alcohol. She usually wins the drinking contests she takes part in.

Mylene doesn't usually wear a proper helmet, she get's far too many opportunities to lose it. So all she usually wears on her head is an armoured headpiece. A triangular shaped piece of ridged metal sits over her forehead which connects to two metal disks that sit just above her ears. Each circle has white feathers attached the majority of the way around. Connected to the circles and triangular are looped strings with solid beads attached. Two thin strands of metal connect to the wrapped metal band that encircles the back of head. The band sits snugly around her head, giving Mylene the promise of headgear that wont fall off the moment she gets turned upside down.

She's highly effective with a bow and arrow, able to hit her target 99% of the time. Mylene has been training with weapons since she was rather young. She can effectively wield numerous different types weapons, however the bow proved to be her area of expertise.

Mylene usually wears dark leather armour, studded with various kinds of dragon scales. All snagged without violence to dragons on Mylene's part, whether or not harm actually came to the dragons that shed the scales. The scales are mixture of different species of dragon.

Dragons Name: Freyfire

Dragons Gender: Female

Description: Freyfire is the color of purest silver, with patches of ebony black. She has a black patch over each eye which serves to make their vivid orange color stand out more.

WIP