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    Name: Tore
    Age: 16 Months
    Gender: Male
    Species: Raccoon/Monkey Hybrid
    Sexuality: Homosexual
    Personality: Tore is a quiet but thoughtful guy. He has the best at heart, and thanks to events in the past had grown to develop a need to protect those around him, leaving him with a slight hero-complex. Intelligent, quiet, ambitious, and filled with an adventurous spirit, there are may leadership qualities he possess that leave you with either a sense of admiration, or jealousy at how natural it comes to him. He's far from arrogant though. Tore simply expects the best of himself all the time, and therefor is usually labeled a reliable and hard worker.


    Dragons Name: Finalstrike
    Sexuality; Bisexual, Homoromantic
    Dragons Personality: Finalstrike is a far bit more reserved then his Rider. While Tore is quiet but generally good natured, Finalstrike- or Striker, as Tore in known to sometimes call him- rejects all attempt at companionship offered to him outside of his rider. Known to be snappy and possessive, he's an alpha in most aspects, fearless, loyal, and unwilling to compromise for anyone. He can be stubborn, but Tore and he trust each other with their lives.




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    Tore had never seen a place like this before. From the back of his Night Fury the raccoon could see the entire layout of the Windclan territory down below. While the immense greenery made for a rather natural look, the towering buildings burried beneath them did not, and the result was an oddly beautiful clash of wide concrete roads covered in moss, skyscrapers ensnared in greenery that stood taller then the trees. "It's beautiful." he breathed through the bandanna that covered his face, a low rumble -almost cynical- sounding from the jaguar sized beast beneath him. There weren't many that did this kind of high flying unless they were in possession of some wings themselves. As it were though, tore trusted the Night Fury he was riding with his life, and he was pretty sure the feeling was mutual.


    With a signal to the Night Fury beneath him the pair would swoop low and circle back before coming to a stop on the Riverclan border. "Behave yourself." he said as he slid off the pale colored Night Fury, though there was an affectionate tone to the warning. Though it was impossible to see thanks to the bandanna he wore there was a small smirk on the males face as he patted the beasts neck. Someone would be by soon, no doubt. From there it was just a matter of joining and settling in.






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    "Easy, boy." muttered Tore as he grasped the reins of his mount tighter. He could feel Finalstrike tense beneath him, a low, nearly silent growl echoing in his throat. The pair were crouched atop the roof of a convenience store, watching with uncertainty the humans walking past below. He wasn't sure what was going on, but taking to the air right then and there felt like a bad idea. In the distance shots rang out, drawing the attention of one of the men below. He said something into the radio clipped to his vest, and then began walking toward the sound. "I don't know what's going on, but we have to get back to camp."







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    He could hear his dragon shift behind him, and knew they would be focused on the stranger making their way over. Pulling the black bandanna off of his face so as to appear rude, he'd give Finalstrike one last pat on the nose before muttering "Stay." and walking forward a few paces to meet the stranger. Getting too close to the Night Fury wouldn't be the smartest move on the others part, but the black and white hybrid was trained well, and wouldn't break from where he stood unless his Rider came under threat."Hey." the raccoon would say, lifting a hand in a curt wave. "My name's Tore, and this is Finalstrike. We'd like to join, if possible."






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    "It's nice to meet you too, Camerakit." Tore would reply, Finalstrike letting a dismissive snort escape his nostrils as the kit leaned around to regard him. "Don't mind that grump. He's always in a bad mood." he added with a somewhat sheepish smirk, gaze shifting to land on the limping serval kit who was approaching. "Hey. I'm Tore. Mind pointing us toward camp?" he asked, making his way back over to his Night Fury, smoothly slipping into the makeshift saddle he'd made. "We shouldn't have much trouble finding it."






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    A bit to his surprise it was a the third arrival who offered him directions on where to find the camp, his enthusiasm appreciated. "Had to modify an old horse saddle, actually. Those first few rides without one weren't fun." he'd reply, and in more then one way. The chaffing, the lack of control, the pressure it put on your legs to properly grasp Finalstrike. It was a real pain, and it limited how fast they were able to go. Something else the other said caught his interest too. Another dragon? "Do you have other dragons here in Windclan? I'm Tore, by the way, and this is Finalstrike. He's not too friendly though, so I have to ask you give him his distance."






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    Thank you! Feel free to join :D







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    OOC- Sorry it sucks, going to bed soon
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    His gaze would turn interested as the other explained before transforming. Neither he nor Finalstrike had the ability to do that. The idea of his Night Fury transforming into a different type of dragon was almost impossible. They'd been together for as long as he could remember. "That's impressive, Icarus. Perhaps one day Finalstrike and I will have powers like that as well. It certainly would be useful."







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    It didn't take the pair long to reach the city center where Windclan lived. The wind here wad filled with drafts perfect for riding, and as Tore and Finalstrike flew through the clouds above they were both impressed by the sights of this city lost in time. After landing in the main area they quickly learned that the main housing area was an apartment building, but since neither he nor Finalstrike had an interest in cramming into a massive building with potentially hundreds of others, the pair had instead opted for a nice roomy place by the park. From the look of the faded sign hanging above the door it was once a small grocery store, but now all that remained in the old structure was empty shelving units with a trio of checkout stations at the front. Somewhere in the back there was probably a managers office, but for the most part it was just one giant room.


    "This'll do." he muttered through the black bandanna that hid the lower half of his face. Sliding out of the saddle he'd sling his pack off of his shoulder and toss it up on one of the checkouts- number #3, to be precise- before heading over to Finalstrike. The modified horse saddle the jaguar sized mutant adorned was also equipped with a number of saddle bags containing food, two of which were water pouches. Unhooking them and placing them beside his own belongings to lighten his companions load, the Night Fury would offer an appreciative rumble as it bumped it's head against his shoulder.


    "We'll clear this place out later. We should do a meet and greet before it gets dark." At this Finalstrike would let out an indignant huff before stubbornly turning away. It was clear he was less then enthusiastic about the prospect of meeting others, and Tore couldn't say he blamed the other after what he'd been through. "Come one, don't be like that. It's important to know who these people are if we're gonna be staying here. I know your not thrilled, but we've got to try." he said, tossing a chunk of dried meat at the other. Natural reflexes meant the Night Fury caught it easily, casting a wary glance toward Tore, though he knew it was right. "We can fill up on stores later; one of the good things to living with a group." said Tore as he took a bite of his own dried meat, before gesturing for the other to follow.


    Stepping outside the pair had a clear view of the park across the street, which happened to work as a main hub for the clan, or so he'd heard. Great, that meant people would be able to hear him when he called. A hand signal toward his Night Fury and Finalstrike was settling down on his stomach, with Tore plopping down comfortably on a patch of moss a foot or so in front of the other, so that nobody could approach Finaltstrike without going through him. The Night Fury was tolerant, but far from friendly. "Meet and greet!" he called, voice clear even through his black bandanna. Time to meet some clanmates.





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    OOC- Sure! Your welcome to create a rival group that follows that same concept, only with Skrills in an enemy clan if you like. It would make for some cool drama and plot opportunities in the future if you had the desire to organize it.
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    OOC- What's N like personality wise? I'm new to Windclan, but I'd love to plot if your up for it. Tore is a large Raccoon hybrid, but more relatively is at the heart of a group of Dragon Riders. Would you be up for a friendship, with potential romance in the future depending how things go? Your also welcome to check out the open plot I have right now if it interests you, the link to which can be found in my siggy :D
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    OOC- Okay, so this is the plotting thread for my characters Tore, and his Night Fury, Finalstrike. If interested in plotting let me know :D


    Anyways, Tore is a warrior from a very sophisticated clan. He wears garments like a person might, and fights with two daggers that he's quite skilled with. Like a person might ride a horse, he has a mount in the form of a jaguar sized Night Fury that goes by the name of Finalstrike, and the two are quite stark in personality. While Tore is quiet and mysterious, he's not adverse to interacting or forming social bonds with others. He's a young male that hopes to create a family one day, as well as to be a warrior capable of protecting those he loves. Finalstrike, in comparison, is quite unpleasant. Withdrawn and temperamental, he's stubborn as a mule and volatile toward strangers. Highly trained and completely bonded to Tore though, this beast has been tamed- or rather, set free.


    The pair are open to plots together, as well as individual plots. While Finalstrike doesn't speak since he'd more of a pet/secondary character he does have an individual personality that I will be developing if anyones interested. They are open to friends, rivals, family figures, best friends, one sided crushed, and romantic interests. You are also welcome to check out the link in my signature, which will lead you to an open plot where you can join the group and have a Night Fury of your own.
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    OOC- Finalstrike could do that. Maybe Cora could ignore Tore's instructions to not go near Finalstrike, which results in him scaring the hell out of her?
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    Basic Premise

    Well, I love the HTTYD series, and would love to get a group going that was based off of it. It would be strictly Original Characters of course, no 'Hiccups' or 'Astrids'. They would be a mini group inside the main clan that call themselves The Riverclan Guard, and they'd all be Night Fury Riders. I found a really cool site that lets you design your own Night Fury so we can all have unique ones. I am joining with my boy Tore and his dragon Finalstrike now. If you would like to join in on this RP simply leave a bio below of your Rider as well as a picture of their Night Fury.


    http://www.dolldivine.com/night-fury-maker.php - This is the link to the site that let's you build your Night Fury.




    Plot Behind It All


    I want this group to be very similar to Hiccup and his group of dragon riders in the sense that they are an active, closely-knit group that works together to make their home a safer and more productive place. So, with that in mind I was thinking the basic plot for this group would follow pretty closely to that, with the added quest of repopulating the nearly extinct Night Fury species.



    Rules and How To Play


    The only basic rules are to remain active and to try to post a minimum of 3 detailed sentences. If you can't afford to by a dragon fro the store you can temporarily get around it by saying it's the mutated hybrid of a jaguar/lizard/bat, which covers all the basics.


    As for how the RP itself will work, the idea is to RP the Riders as the main characters, with the dragons as their 'pets', sort of a sub character played by you as well. You don't have to do this if you can find someone to RP your partner, but I think you will have a few difficulties during battles and such if you have to wait for a back and forth on commands and actions.



    Current Riders of the Windclan Guard


    RIDER - DRAGON


    Tore - Finalstrike



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    OOC- Cam can ask, but it's unlikely she'll be allowed- Finalstrike is like a really mean but very obedient dog; he listens to his handler, but will still take a shot at anyone else who reaches over to try and pet him. The only way I can see it happening is if she happened slip off a skyscraper or something or she was in need of escaping great danger. If Tore was there he'd make Finalstrike grab her and fly her to safety, though it wouldn't be so much of 'going for a ride' as it would be dangling for Finalstrike as he carrys you along, lol. If riding a dragon is something she's interested though she could always click the link in my siggy and join the group as a Night Fury Rider of the Windclan Guard.


    And I can make in a bit when I get back for Coralie.
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    Hey, Camerkit." Tore would call as she approached. He hadn't expected the first to find him on the border to also be the first to spot his meet and greet, but he had no complaints. The child was friendly, and was willing to give Finalstrike his space.


    Short after her was a second Windclanner, one the pair didn't recognize. That wasn't really surprising though seeing as how new they were. Besides, Windclan was a large group, and there were probably dozens he had yet to meet.


    "Nice to meet you, Lanternglow. I'm Tore, and this guy behind me is Finalstrike." replied the raccoon, masculine tones quite clear even through the black bandanna covering the lower half of his face. "He's a bit of a grump, but don't mind him."






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    OOC- Friendly bump!


    And, what's up?
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