When I was little, I went trick or treating. But for some reason we stopped. Can't remember when. I have very little memory of my childhood. But last year for school, I dressed up as the Hunter from Left 4 Dead 2(?). I couldn't really do much since my school is doesn't allow head accessories or face paint. Everyone thought I was a serial killer though but I enjoyed making the costume (even though it was kinda crappy) ^_^. I think I'll do the same costume again since I've never thought of what to be for Halloween.
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Christoph jumped at the sight of suddenly two males appearing in his room. He stared at them with annoyance and confusion, more so confusion. Christoph didn't know of what had happened to Luka the day before, so he felt no sense of recognition of any sorts. As he listened to the white-haired man speak, a cold shiver ran down his spine. His repeated the word murderer in his head, like he had done before countless times. "I-I.. I didn't," He spoke, his voice cracking and shaking as he stared wide eyed up at the man speaking to him. When one of the men patted his head, he growled, and almost shouting, said,"It was an accident!" He tried to swat away the man's hand, his tattoos brightening and remaining that way. However when the words left his mouth his mind mercilessly replayed the image of killing his supposed father. His aggressive front crumbled to reveal a tormented expression. "It was an accident..." He whispered in a pitiful attempt to give himself confidence.
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OOC ~ LMAO xD Christoph X Ira. For some reason I found this hilarious. I don't hate you for it Ava, lol. Unfortunately Christoph is heterosexual and I think Nano aint gonna let him go. ima post tomorrow cuz its late and my cat is suddenly very determined to get my attention. like she's sniffing my face and it tickles and she's nibbling my fingers now. omiger stahp.
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Christoph stared up at the white-haired man. His face distorted with torment. The man's words were slow to sink in as he just stared. What were these two men? He hadn't seen them before. They had to be from his imagination, something his own mind created to mess with him. Christoph brought his hands to his head, gripping tightly as a futile type to subdue his thoughts. "I didn't mean it...! I didn't..." He whispered, closing his eyes tight.
Maybe he should have stayed in the juvenile prison. That way he couldn't hurt anyone. He wouldn't had to kill his supposed father. At thought, however, buried anger rose within him, almost as powerful as his mocking thoughts. He whispered again, almost growling,"He deserved it!" -
Christoph coughed at the smoke, waving away the colored smoke. The smoke caused her eyes to water, but it actually turned into tears. The tears began to fall as he hugged himself, and bent over, pressing his forehead to the floor as he shook. They were right. Of course they were right. These men were from the depths of his mind. His mind must know the truth. What Christoph really was.
Then something clicked.
It was from deep within. Something he never thought was there, or even existed. He didn't know it was rising in power until he found himself gasping for air. The pain was the second to come, when whatever he started to feel was crowding into his chaotic mind, pushing and shoving. Christoph was trying to resist making any noise as he felt his skin crawl and whatever he sensed continued to push in his mind. The sensation continued in it's intensity, until:
His spine cracked in half.
A splitting cry filled the room, almost loud enough to hurt his throat. He doubled over and collapsed as his body fell into fit of uncontrollable spasms. Christoph's face was contorted with pain as he lay paralyzed on the ground, his back continuing to snap in sickening cracks, and the sudden presence within his mind had stabbed through some barrier. It felt like a knife, twisting and twisting in his thoughts. Each painful twist within his mind caused his spine to snap, and it wasn't long until his right shoulder snapped loudly. He managed to cry out again at the overwhelming pain.OOC ~ ehehehhahahahaMWAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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Song of the First and the Prophecy of Time
When the world was bare and young
Its first children's life begun.
The First dragons roamed the land with pride
To know they were the first to ride the sky,
To explore far ends of Iastirah.
Yet the world brought change
Humans, dwarves and elves arrived in the first age
The First roared their jealousy for all to hear
For they could not bare the thought of sharing
The Land from which they were thriving
Thus began the Stained War
Blood soaked to the mountains far
Then cried the Gods, hidden in solitude
Their pain shook the ground with great magnitude.
"Why does your blood spill, dragons, elves, humans, and dwarves of mine?"
Boomed a voice from the heavens.
The First were the first to plea
Even as all sought to flee.
One of the First by the name of Galzra raged to the voice
"Why have you given these mortals passage? Why must this be your choice?!"
The Voice spoke words now forgotten, lost to time.
But Galzra would not kept his anger tame.
Galzra cursed the heavens, birthing the essence of magicka
The Gods retaliated, cursing Galzra to the realm of Taessitika.
Peace returned and bonds were made, flourishing like a newborn flower.
Yet the Gods told a prophecy that made even the dragons cower.
"The return of the Nine shall announce the rise of Galzra the Denier."
~ Welcome To Iastirah ~
Hello there! This is a fantasy roleplay which you have a variety of races you can choose from. Among these are, of course, dragons, with even more sub species you can choose! There are also elves, humans, dwarves, and even more fantasy races. Below is a briefing for you to get a understanding of Iastirah. These section will continue to be updated - a lot. If you join in this roleplay adventure, I hope you have a great experience!
Dragon Riders
Magic in Iastirah
Races
Creatures in Iastirah
General History
Lore and Legends
Geography
Glossary
~ Information ~
Form
Rules
People of Iastirah
Links
MAJOR WIP
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Hai guys
Just to try and lighten the mood: Happy Halloween! Also, to celebrate this holiday, I've made a new roleplay thread based off fantasy and dragon riders. Here's the link if you wanna check it out. http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2239815.0 -
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Name: It is I, Tulvir
Age: It has been 576 years since I hatched.
Gender: I am a male.
Race: Dragon
Description: Due to his age, his height is absolutely enormous; he is one of the few dragons that is bonded with a rider that are so large, let alone that old. The length of his foot is three times the average height of a human, and that's just a small way to describe his height. Tulvir has a muscular physique for a dragon. The width of his front foreleg is about two times the height of a average human. Tulvir has brown scales, with a lighter color underbelly. His scales are thick, and the wide horns on his head are 50 feet long. His eyes are the color of charcoal, his pupil like a burning ember. He has numerous scars on his long neck, some on his chest, his legs, and one small nick on his muzzle.
Personality: Tulvir is full of wisdom and he loves knowledge. He loves talking of his adventures and all he has learned. He would talk your ear off all day if you asked him to tell you stories of the past. Tulvir, when he is in a happy mood, is full of humor. He loves to be playful, but he tries not to hop around because it tends to scare the mortals. He is humble and surprisingly forgiving. Even though he is quite friendly, once one angers this dragon, which is quite difficult to do, he shows little to no mercy. Tulvir extends his protection far and wide, and he is extremely protective over the ones he calls friends. Despite his friendly personality, he calls very few people in Iastirah friends. Tulvir is hardly ever jealous or envy.
Rider's dragon?: My Rider's name is Tarasynora.
Dragon Subspecies: I am told my kind of the dragons, Axed-Hornates, live at Bare Peak. We rely on strength, not elements, however we have the ability to breath fire almost as hot as a pure fire dragon.
Place of Birth: Salkire Stronghold I am told my egg incubated at the first Rider's home of homes by the name of Salkire Stronghold. I was evacuated when the Tuusckins attacked with great force, and I hatched at the still-standing Dragonspire Citadel.
Family: I am told my mother was Rider Dragon Vita, and my father Rider Dragon Bredolth. They are long deceased. My mother did not lay any other eggs, so I have no other to call sister or brother.
Life Ambition: I hope to continue my Rider's lineage, for I sense her loneliness and it pains me.
Likes and Dislikes: I am fond of sharing my knowledge to the those eager to learn. I also love dwarven cooked Axolot. The dwarves know how to cook! I am not fond of those who are ambitious of power over others. Those who poison the land with foul magic and poison, I dislike to a large degree.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Tulvir is quite strong, and despite his size, he can fly at a decent speed because his strong wings help give him some push. However he isn't as agile in both flight and on the ground. He is also quite intelligent, which gives him a lot of gain, and his vast vocabulary assists him in persuading and convincing. And because of his age, he skilled in analyzing magic, but like all dragons, he cannot use the ancient language to use magic properly. And because of his protectiveness, he can become quite reckless. Also, because of his subspecies, his elemental powers are somewhat lacking.
Weapon(s) of choice: Strength.
History: Tulvir was born as a egg in the Salkire Stronghold. There, he incubated for over 20 years, during that time the Tuusckins attacked the stronghold where the Riders called home if they had none. At that time, the Tuusckins had a leader, and in that race, leaders matter. The Tuusckins struck hard and unexpectant, and even though later their attack was seen futile, it was threatening enough to where the Riders had to leave for fear of the eggs. The Riders flew far away from the Salkire Stronghold, and they found a new place to call home in the Stranugh Mountains. There was a cave where the eggs could be safely keep while the Riders rebuilt and dealt with the Tuusckins threat. When the Tuusckins' leader was slain, it was not long after when Tulvir hatched when one of the new recruits, Tarasynora, examined the egg during her initiation ceremony. Tulvir and Tarasynora trained together as he grew, and they bonded strongly in the first year of his youth. They continued to train and help rebuild what is now known as the Dragonspire Citadel. They occasionally left the Rider's home of homes for missions, but it was not far. It was when Tulvir was 25 years of age when the Tuusckins became a threat again. They attempted to attack the Riders again, this time with the aid of thralls and a shade. Tulvir and Tarasynora, along with the leader of the Riders, Rafael and his dragon, Ruttaln. However, a shade whose name is unknown slew Rafael, and because he died, so did Ruttaln. Tulvir assisted his Rider in slaying the shade whose name is unknown, and won the battle. They are seen as heroes to this day.
Sexuality: Heterosexual. He's a dragon, duh.
Roleplay Sample: Tulvir? The melodic voice of Tarasynora sung in Tulvir's mind, awaking him from his light doze as she and him lay in a meadow, looking over the Dragonspire Citadel. Yes, little one? Tulvir replied with his deep voice. He sensed a moment of hesitation in his Rider, but he did not prod her. She eventually said, What do you think will happen after we defeated the Tuusckins?
Tulvir did not reply right away as he mulled over the question. Right away he thought that they would continue to train at the citadel and enjoy the peace and friendship with fellow riders. Yet Tarasynora's question made him rethink. What would they do? They had trained for so long, and it was clear that if they were trained well enough to slay a shade, which few Riders could claim, then what would be their task? The dragon could sense Tarasynora's anticipation. It was then he felt the same emotion that he had not noticed. He wanted to do something. And he realized his Rider felt the same. What do you wish to do? He asked her.
Again, a moment of hesitated silence. Then Tarasynora spoke in her mind, a note of determination in her song-like voice. I want to explore. Too long have we been training here, blind to the world like a rabbit can be in a clover field.
Training is never ending, Tarasynora. Tulvir pointed out, even though within his thoughts he knew what she was getting at.
I know, Tulvir. Do you not think Haemir has berated me enough about that already?
Tulvir hummed in amusement. Tarasnyora gently nudged him playfully.
Nonetheless, little one, I understand the meaning you speak. Tulvir responded. There are forces beyond this valley that must be dealt with and people who cry for help.
Tulvir felt Tarasynora send him a warm emotion of her love when he agreed.
Other: I'll make Tarasynora's form sent up tomorrow, maybe today.ALSO!!! I'm going to update the form with age section and Rider's dragon, yes or no, kind of section. Be sure to add that if it qualifies to you.
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Christoph shouted in agony at a sharp kick from one of the mysterious men. He gasped as he struggled to breath, then he clenched his jaw. "B****!" he forced the word through his teeth before he cried out in pain again as his legs' bones began to crack.
After the first few cracks in his legs, he felt a unbearable itching, almost painful sensation running down his neck, continuing down his spine and spreading throughout his body. It was actually white fur sprouting from his skin rapidly. The spasms controlling Christoph's body grew more violent, and he once again screamed as pain shot through his lower back and shoulders as he actually began to grow in size. His screams of agony become distorted, becoming gradually deeper. His face began to transform, a muzzle forming and extending. His pointed ear's grew extra fluffy. His head throbbed and felt like it might burst open as horns began to grow from his transforming skull. The rapid growth of his body began to rip his clothing, and as every second passed, the transformation accelerated in growth.
At one point his screams, shouts, and cries suddenly stopped. It was because Christoph had finished the transformation. He lay on the ground, a beast, his clothes completely ripped. The beast groaned as it got to its feet, stumbling into the dresser, causing a huge crashing noise. He stared down at the dresser dumbly, blinking it's glowing amber eyes. Then, all of the sudden, out of the blue, it growled and grabbed the furniture. With a mighty, roar that was almost the equivalent to a thunderclap, he picked it up and slammed it back into the floor, splittering it to pieces and making a whole in the floor. He picked it up again, crushed pieces dropping to the floor. Christoph the beast threw the dresser across the room, nearly missing the white haired man, where the dresser crashed into the wall, shattering his nightstand's lamp. He turned his gaze upward towards his ceiling and roared again as if in triumph. -
I've updated Christoph with his new power. I'll update it once everyone learns something new about his power.
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I've updated the form again with crush and relationship. Also, I've updated Race section with the humans description with its history so far.
Yay all the trackies
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Emmadagood you're accepted! And since we've got three elf women dragon riders, including my elf character that I have yet to make the form, I won't allow any more elf women to be dragon riders. The reason why I'm doing this is because I want other people to have a chance with their characters of different races to be a dragon rider. Also, some guys.
I'll be making a dwarf male later to try an even out the genders.Oh and Olaender, I'ma gonna go ahead and accept you even if it isn't finished.
I'll gonna to try and hurry up with feeling out the first post since it's gonna be very important in the roleplay. I will try and let you guys know when I update something, but just in case I get caught up with it all, I will be occasionally saving the progress. So be sure that once you hop in this thread to check the first post. I've started the elf's history in the races section, but I think I'll put the races section on hold and try to fill out other, more important stuff.
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Alright, that sounds good. Also every single person will be given the chance to have one of their characters be a dragon rider. They don't have to, of course.
I forgot to mention before, I may add something to the form again, but I doubt it. However I will be adding stuff to the first post that may not follow through with your forms, and I speak to everyone when I say that.
Another thing I forgot to mention. Oleander, at the present time in the roleplay there are no more wars (yet
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Yeah!
I have still to add a lot more races to choose from and to detail them. If you guys have any ideas for races let me know, and I will consider on whether or not to put it in. I have some ideas for races that I will add after I post this. My ideas are: Fairies, Sillaph(were-cats), Ur(Wolf-people). Updates so far:
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Nice form, Karma. But there's one thing you need to change about Krakoni and that is his age. He has to be younger that Kiarina. I feel bad because I completely forgot to add the dragons part and list out the info.
I'm basing dragons and dragon riders off of Christopher Paolini's book series Eragon, kinda sorta. The things I'm taking from it are:
1. A dragon egg with parents that are a riders' dragon will incubate, and will remained unhatched until fate brings the right person to be its rider. This means a egg could be unhatched for centuries.
2. Dragons can use magic, however, dragons cannot speak. (I'm also taking Eragon's form of magic where if you want to use magic safely, it must be in the ancient language. You can use magic with thoughts, but is highly dangerous because you may think of something else, and probably kill yourself) Therefore the only magic that is seen in dragons are the bonds that dragons and riders have
3. A dragons and its riders bond is highly important. With it, the two can communicate with their minds, give the other memories, and they can feel each others emotion and their presence. A rider's dragon relies on this bond so much, that if the rider is slain, the dragon dies also. However if a dragon is slain, the rider lives, but it filled with unimaginable grief, and many dragonless rides commit suicide. -
Emmadagood Yes. If a dragon's parents were riders' dragons, then they will be a rider's dragon. The egg will not be hatched until the right person touches the egg. That is when the bond happens, during those crucial moment of the dragon officially entering the world and being around their rider.
karmameleon Dragons are immortal. The older they are, the larger their size.
Updates:
Added Dragon's Rider section with brief description and to-be-filled sections
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Christoph's ears twitched as he heard a sneeze from outside the room. He whirled around to face the door, a loud snarl emitting from his throat as the door handle twisted. He roared at the door and suddenly charged at the door. He struck it full force. It shook the very wall and the floor. The door started to break, splintered ends poking out at the fractures. Christoph roared his frustration and rising anger before he backed up, and charged at the wall again. More splintered fractures were created. He snarled viciously as he charged again. A huge piece of the door fell to the floor, giving a sneak peak of the beast within.
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Alright guys I've updated a lot. I can't even remember all I've updated but if I recall correctly I updated the races with two suggestions from Hades. I've also filled in all the sections in the dragon's rider section. I think I'll continue updating the first post tomorrow, I might add some stuff tonight dunno. I've been updating the first post stuff all day :p
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In the section 'Magics in Iastirah' has all information on magic. I would say that the people in Iastirah would call people who were gifted in magic, y'know able to use the ancient language to cast spells, mages. I dunno it doesn't really matter(?). And if you looked in the section I mentioned earlier, there's a part where it says the magic created new creatures, both good and bad. Vampires and werewolves are under the 'bad' list of sorts. Vampires and werewolves will not be roleplayable. I've made it that way because vampires and werewolves are, in my book, 'roleplayed the crap out of'. I'm not against vampires or werewolves whatsoever, I really love the two supernatural thingy-a-bobs. I hope you guys understand ^_^ But vampires and werewolves will be creatures in Iastirah that were affected by magic over 3000 years ago(?).
As for shapeshifters Caleb, I support it but I think I'll only allow a shapeshifter to be able to shift into one shape. Just letting you know in case you didn't see earlier or in the race section, the Sillaph will be a kind of were-cat/shapeshifter race you can play. I have still to put it the description, but just to give you a very brief one:
Sillaphs, or were-cats, are seen as very mysterious beings and strongly connected to magic in a odd way. They have been with the dragons almost since the beginning, but they have ignored the world and all that happened in it. Sillaphs are slightly bigger than the average cat and they have longer fangs. Their cat form is their original form, and they can change into their human form at will but they have no choice but to change into their other form during empty moons. Their human form is the size of a small child, their hair is the same color of their fur, and they have pointy teeth.
