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Name:

Lucien Vin Kelsier

Age:

23

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Straight (?)

Relationship status:

Single

Personality:

Lucien is very hotheaded and the first to jump to conclusions. He’s skeptical and lacks trust in just about everyone, but once you gain his loyalty- he’s yours. The man is very sarcastic and yet serious at the same time, it’s quite concerning and you’ll just have to guess if he’s being serious or not. He’s very rigid and tries to hide his discomfort with new people or those he doesn’t trust yet. Unfortunately, he always has something to say and an opinion to give. Not to mention his lack of patience.

On the plus side, the man is a loyal brute and has an absurd sense of duty. He’s dependable, reliable, and will usually take accountability for his actions. He prefers to be on the back burner, as in he hates leading. He would rather be told what to do than to tell others, but if roles are all laid out he won’t hesitate to tell you to get your shit together.

Once through his walls, he can be a softhearted guy who’s quick to laugh. He does care, and he hates that, hence the walls.

Appearance:

Standing at 6’ even, he’s broad shouldered and every bit muscled. His face is squared and almost hyper-masculine and rugged. He prefers to keep it shaved, but there is occasionally stubble that sits around his crooked smirk, a small scar cuts through his plump bottom lip. His deep green eyes are deep-set and expressive, framed by dark, arched brows. His hair is dark and naturally curly, but is usually cropped to a military style. His skin is weathered, tanned and even scarred in some places. He smells of lavender, sweat, and honey.

His daily attire usually consists of his training leathers, real armour only necessary for battles. If he can, he’ll go shirtless to display the deep scars across his back that had been covered with a large tattoo of a dragon who he’ll claim that’s how he gained the scars. The head of the dragon goes up his neck, the wings stretching to his arms, the tail curving over to his left side. Not to mention, the man is not humble, and is built. Hence the many, many, many years of training. He always knew he’d end up in the King’s army and his father had started him young in his training.

He always carries a blade, hidden somewhere, it just depends on what he’s wearing at the moment. He gets creative with it.

Likes:

Potatoes

Dragons

A hot bath with lavender soap

Fiddle (he can play, not that he’d ever show you)

Potatoes (again)

Dislikes:

Broccoli

The color orange

Small talk

Suspicious people

Other:

Lucien is the second to youngest of five, having three older brothers and a single younger sister. He does love his family very much. His family has been serving the royal guard for the past seven generations and they are very proud of it.

Dragon: Thalion

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Name:

Vashra

Age:

76

Gender:

Female

Mate:

None

Rider:

TBD

Appearance:

Vashra is on the smaller side and angular, when standing beside her rider you'll find that her head is the entire length of them and no more. She has a grace about her, being long necked rather than short. Her scales are palest lavender and the membrane of her wings is slightly pink. Her horns are twisted and ivory, a trail of them down her spine, the color matches her underbelly. Vashra's eyes are an icy blue and very expressive for a dragon.

Personality:

Vashra may look dainty to the naked eye, but she's a creature of violence and can hold her ground very well. She's nippy and even if you're close to her rider personally, she'll try and scare you as best as she can. She's been known to pick fights and win against much larger dragons, most likely due to her ability to be quick. As nasty as she can be (and picky too!) , she does love her rider and would die for them.

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Name:

Thalion

Age:

126

Gender:

Male

Mate:

None

Rider:

Lucien

Appearance:

Tharion is a large dragon, standing beside his rider you'll see that the rider's length tripled is the size of his head alone. His build is stockier, his neck shorter but his wings wider. His scales are a deep crimson color. His horns and the membrane to his wings are both coal colored while his underbelly is a duller red. He has golden eyes that carefully watch.

For a dragon, he always seems to be smirking.

Personality:

Tharion is a vain creature and is nearly always thinking of himself. He has an attitude and a sarcastic way about him. He loves the hunt more than the fight itself and has been known to play with his food.

Name:

Natalie Ambrose

Age:

21

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Straight

Relationship Status:

Single

Personality:

Natalie is a lively, headstrong woman. She never hesitates to go after what she wants, even if it's a little reckless. She often acts before thinking, but she never purposefully puts others in danger. Herself, however, is another story. Her trust isn't necessarily easy to gain, but she does form connections quite easily. She's naturally a friendly, bubbly person, but she chooses those she wants in her life based on gut instinct. She trusts her gut, rarely ever finding that it's wrong. Despite her care free, friendly nature, Natalie won't hesitate to show a little spice when she feels like it's needed. She refuses to be walked all over.

She is extremely loyal and protective over those she cares about. She would do anything to see her loved ones safe and happy, even if it means self sacrifice. With no family or deep relationships tying her to the earth, she'd rather put herself on the frontlines than allow someone else's family to experience loss. Natalie is happy to lead, giving instruction wherever it is needed. Given her spontaneous nature, she'd rather be the one in charge instead of being the one bending to another person's will.

Over all, Natalie is a kind, happy person with big emotions. She craves connection, often clinging to those who make her feel the most alive, those who give her a life worth living.

Appearance:

Standing at 5'1", Natalie is a little firecracker. She may be small, but she's trained her body religiously to do what she needs it to do. She has narrow shoulders and a thin waist, but her hips and thighs are thicker, strong with muscle. The same goes for her core. Her face is more delicate, with high cheek bones, pouty lips, and a soft jaw that makes her look more feminine than she acts. Her eyes are full of life and are a warm amber-brown color that are framed by long, dark lashes and gently arched brows. Her hair is long, cascading down her back in light blonde waves. She usually keeps it in a singular braid for the sake of keeping it out of the way. Her skin is lightly tanned, scarred here and there from her usual recklessness. She smells sweet, like chocolate and warm baked goods.

Her usual attire consists of her leathers, though she'd much prefer a simple well fitted tank top and pants for easier, unrestrained movement. Her arms and chest are littered with scars, some deep, some shallow, and some old and some new. Along one of her thighs is the tattoo of her dragon, its tail winding around her thigh as its body and head climbs up her hip and part of her side. Though she is proud of her body and curvy figure, she doesn't flaunt it terribly much. Though, she might've used it as a distraction in order to fight dirty. After all, being in the army wasn't something she always expected, so she had to learn to adapt.

Natalie always carries a weapon, usually multiple, be it in her boots, on her thighs, or even in more unexpected places of her body. Piss her off enough, and you might just find out some of those secret places.

Likes:

Sweets

Warmth

Music, or anything she can dance to, really

Dancing (she's actually pretty good at it)

Dislikes:

Thunderstorms

Being idle

Awkward silence

Being cold

Thunderstorms (Probably the only thing she's actually scared of)

Other:

Natalie is an orphan. Her mother died giving birth to her, and her father more or less drank himself to death by the time she was ten. She is an only child with no relatives that she knows of.

Dragon:

Ignissia