Posts by Orange.Flavoured.Crayon

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The green eyes of the fire elf flickered towards the drago-rider. "Indeed..." The dragon rider paused. "I am the spawn of 'fire'. But- I did not choose this life. Yet would hold me against it?" Her voice raised slightly, only for Sgiathatch to give a soft growl in the background- as if backing her opinion up. The fiery-haired girl listened carefully to the words of the drago rider, converting them to something she could understand was trickier than one might expect. "Leave your people go?" The girl scoffed. "You're killing them just by being down here. Go back to a mountain. I've learnt to deal with the weather- you however cannot." The fir elf pulled her riding hood off her head and walked into the darkness where her dragon was keeping himself concealed. "maa vee' manka amin naa goien cael- fallan- lle amin." She muttered angrily in her own tongue.

The brass dragon was in an appalling state. Several of the thin membranes that allow the dragon to fly were torn, and would probably take weeks to heal.

1]Looks like I am going to have to heal you myself.
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Sira looked upwards- towards the roar of a dragon. "Bloody hell! Is it raining dragons today?" She heard the dwarf exclaim. "It appears to be." Sira didn't have time to worry about an incoming dragon- she had her own dragon to worry about. Only the brass dragon had other ideas. The moments the roar hit the small group, Sgiathatch sent a defensive, waring roar back. The fire elf shook her head and blacked her dragon back into the shadows. Rubbing her hands together, she placed one hand on top of Thatch's ruined wing and another of the bottom. As she moved her hands the flesh appeared to reach for each other- slowly healing. Removing her now bloodied hands from the wing of the brass dragon, she shook them- removing most of the blood.

Walking away from the dragon, her body hit the sunlight again. Watching another snow elf appear caused her to laugh. "Look! You have nothing to worry about. You're expanding by the second!"
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#dustylooky[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; border: 0px; color: #ee8858; font-family: georgia; font-size: 28px;text-transform: lowercase;text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #0C090A;width: 400px;]Iluvia 'Via'
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is it just smoke and mirrors[/fancypost][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= ; border: 0px; color: #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px;width: 400px;min-height: 100px][justify]It had been the usual day. However that all changed just moments ago. Via had woken in her very mundane cabin. The place used to be a cabin for hunters- however it had since been abandoned due to how hard it was to get to it. But for a shape-shifter like Via, it was no trouble at all. The place was her little get-away. A place to escape the mundane world, to be herself. To be the shape-shifter that could be judged via no-one, because no-one was even kilometres away from her. Some would call it lonely or solitary. Via loved it. The fiery-haired girl awoke emotionless, as she did daily. Jumping carefully out of bed, she tied her long red hair into a strange-looking ponytail, before dressing herself in a light-grey shirt and jeans, before placing her trademark headphones on. She adores those headphones- they were a gift from her real parents whom are now deceased and the orange matches her vibrant hair. Blinking her strange coloured eyes, she sat down on the black-coloured lounge and began to play music. Via only noticed she had fallen asleep when she awoke, with her music still playing softly.

However she wasn't in her house. Via sat in a darkened room that appeared to have no corners. she jumped to her feet, making sure not to feel anxious. Placing her headphones around her neck, a large patch of white caught her attention. There was a single desk under the light of white and behind that room was a single man. Via didn't waste any time. "Why am I here?" She spoke a calmly as she could without breaking down.[/justify][/fancypost]
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Via Jayette
"Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me"

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Christian Jayette
"The time will come, when you'll have to rise
Above the best, improve yourself
Your spirit never dies"

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[font=courier]Via Uselle
"Witch Hunter"

Word of mythical beasts arising moves quickly. Soaring above the cloud-line was dragon and rider. However this rider was a with hunter. Why a dragon would let a killer befriend it is even beyond the hunter. Years ago, Via was sent to kill a golden dragon- only instead she befriend the beast. Via was taught dragonese and the dragon identified itself as Pharon. The fiery-haired girl repositioned herself in the saddle, the wind roaring over her ears. "Eller's been talk en' y' serpent. Ripa Pharon! Ripa!" The dragon gave a roar in reply, before shooting forward. Placing her body closer to the chest of the dragon, the pair dived. Before they hit the tree-line, Pharon opened his golden wings, before softly landing in the village. There was already chatter. "The water-beast has returned! The witch hunter will help us!" and "Leave this village now people! The demon wishes to kill us." The orange-haired girl rolled her eyes, and made her way over to the local hunters -the only sane people on the face of the planet apparently. Her dragon trailed behind her, snarling at anyone that attempted to hurt him. "Sea Serpent?" The hunter age a nod. "Won't stop. It continues coming back -demanding food. It's in the local clearing." Via gave another sigh before climbing back onto her dragon. The golden dragon shot silently up into the clouds. They had to plan before attacking. "Lye don't merna ta sint- lye're Tulien." The dragon gave a snarl in response, before speaking back in dragonese. "Lye must malia sina nat' naa ndengina." The girl gave a soft nod. "Amin sinta."

With somewhat of a plan assembled, the girl prepared to dive again- only for Pharon to tuck his wings in and dive. Landing carefully around several hundred metres away from the beast, the girl drew her sword. The swords was a rarity itself. Crafted via elves in payment for the destruction of an evil witch, it could pierce anything. From diamonds to serpent scales.

1] There's been talk of a Serpent. Fly Pharon! Fly!
2] We don't want it to know we're coming.
3] We must be careful, these things are ruthless.
4] I know.

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#cometscodes

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first name Ceeyl (Seal)
middle name Routen (Row-ten)
last name Tyche (Tiech)
nicknames Dislikes being called Ceeyl, identifies self as Cee.
gender Male
element Caesium
sexual orientation Straight
body modifications A small tattoo

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brief history Cee had no real family in Novakor. His parents were killed when he was very young, so he has no memory of them. He was thrown around several different places until he got sick of it and began to manage on his own. This all happens around the human age of fifteen. This was around the time when he unlocked the full potential of his Caesium control. Three years later he is taken by humans, however no-one truly cares if he is gone.
personality Ceeyl is rather happy person on the outside. They say he has created a shield of happiness that keeps all of his hurt locked deep underneath. Sarcasm and bad puns also make up his little shield. Underneath he is a hurt person, that would much prefer to have parents than be liked by others. As most people have abandoned him in his life, Cee has become very untrusting and sensitive.
positive traits
- Social Butterfly
- Intelligent
- Funny
negative traits
- Untrusting
- Somewhat Reserved
- Takes things to heart
weaknesses
- Water [Swimming]
- Mathematics
strengths
- Athletic Activities
- Intelligence
fears Loving another being

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weapons here
outfits

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earrings None
tattoos A small tree that runs from his upper wrist to half-way through the fore-arm.

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mother Deceased - Unknown
father Deceased - Unknown
siblings None
pets Became friends with a small dragon-like creature that appears to be a lizard of some type. Was left in Novakor
crush To Be Decided
relationship status Single

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black or white? Black
introvert or extrovert? Extrovert
troublemaker or peacemaker? Troublemaker

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roleplayer ♛Oʀᴀɴɢᴇ♛
nickname Orange, O
muse 7/10
activity 7/10
faceclaim Dylan O'Brien
plot ideas Not entirely sure at the moment
other Bam! done. ^.^ I expanded the fancy slightly so the images would fit.
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