Put yer chars here! And pictures too!

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Elves, Orcs, Demons, Drows, Humans, Mages, Sirens, and all the like are welcome here.

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References:

Dragon/Human Ranks

Mortal - Less than 50 years
Lesser/Youngling - 50 - 100 years
Greater/Elder - 100 - 250 years
Lord/Ruler - 250 - 500 years
Holy/King - 500 - 1,000
God - 1,000 years and over


Dragon/Human Titles

Neutral - None determined or following no other
Hoarder/Theif - Stealer of things
Sage/Oracle - Predicter of future, Giver of Ranks
Mage/Wizard - Caster of Spells
Priest - Divine follower of things unseen
Battle/Warrior - Fighter of any sort
Giver/Healer - Meander of wounds
Peddler/Clerk - Seller of goods
Wanderer/Adventurer - Traveler of sorts
Crafter/Smith - Maker of items
Servant/Slave - Obeyer of orders
And if I missed something you think should be here, let me know.

Notes: If you are a human, you WILL have a dragon counterpart. No excuses, no exceptions, no 'if's, 'and's or 'but's. If you're a human, or dragon, and you don't have a partner, you are a dead human/dragon and no one's going to interact with you.

Also... is obeyer a word? o.O...

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Username:
Name:
Age:
Race:
Title:
Rank:
Appearance:
History:
Powers/weapons:
Other:

You only need Rank and Title if you're a human/dragon. but if you want a title then you can still put it there.

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The Immortal's Song - Come back to us... we know you want to.

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Username: [Tyr and Zao Hawk]
Name: Zao (zow) Tykr (tick-ear) Hawk (hawk? o.o)
Age: 10,046 years
Race: Human
Title: The Immortal
Rank: Immortal
Appearance: Zao is a thin, yet muscular, built human male with short, spiked black hair. His skin is tanned from all the time he spends outside, and his body toned to what most would consider past perfection due to the thousands of years he's spent training both mind and body. With deep, endlessly black eyes he's quite obviously different from most humans when you see him, even from a distance. Often found in loose fitting clothes which can betray exactly how thin he is and allow him to move easier, if noone knew better, they'd say he was just another adventurer with an attitude.
History: As the immortal, his history is practically that of the past 10,000 years. He has seen nations rise and fall, people being born, and then watching them die. He has traveled most of the world, renowned for his seeming immortality. Not only had he trained during that time, but he has trained others when he felt it necessary. In fact, one of the few things he hasn't done, besides getting close to anyone in a 'relationship' sort of sense, is meet his dragon...
Powers/weapons: Besides having an incredible amount of strength, stamina, agility, quick thinking and the will to live forever, Zao is often found carrying around a scythe that he crafted for himself over the years.
The blade is made from god rank dragon claws and teeth which he had either found or broken off in a fight that they started. The handle is made from a wood which no longer grows anywhere on the planet since it has been extinct for over 7,000 years now. It's said that this particular weapon is nearly indestructable and sharpens itself with eat cut it makes.
Personality: Being the immortal, he can often seem like an apathetic jerk to those who first meet him. However this is often because he often talks about other's faults in personality or otherwise and rarely, if ever, speaks badly about himself. This is, not surprisingly though, because he has every right to in his eyes, and in most other people's eyes, especially those who have lived for a long while. Zao has never needed another person or even contact with other beings to live because his will to live is derived from something that noone else understands. He is often cold and distant, especially to females who try to get close and has never in his life been close to anyone in any way more than a friend/ally. He fears not death because it does not come to him. He knows no fear in his life for one reason or another. So to all who approach be wary, for while he won't be rude, necessarily, he won't exactly be kind either.
Other: Zao knows people from every nation and race and is often either feared or respected due to his power. Overall though he is simply known as 'the immortal', rather than his actual name, and anyone foolish enough to fight him is left severely beaten.

Username: [Tyr and Zao Hawk]
Name: Zelanth
Age: 10,046 years
Race: Dragon
Title: The Immortal
Rank: Immortal
Appearance: A dragon of small size despite his immense power and abilities. He is just over 8 feet tall when standing on his hind legs, but around twice that long from nose to the tip of his tail. His body is blacker than night itself made from impenetrable scales with thick, solid spines that run all the way down from his head to his tail, slowly growing smaller as they go. Twin translucent black, bat like wings sprout from his shoulders and span around 14 feet from tip to tip. Oddly, his eyes are exactly the same as Zao's, pitch black and seeming to go on forever so that no meotion shines through or reflects in them.
History: As a practically immortal dragon, Zelanth has done mostly the same as Zao. Traveled, trained, and done as he pleased because those who opposed him stood little to no chance.
Powers/weapons: Incredible strength, speed, quick thinking, stamina and several elementals breath attacks along with his obvious weapons: teeth and claws.
Personality: Zelanth is basically a draconic version of Zao, which is odd since for the most part dragons and their humans are little alike due to the different natures of their races. However Zelanth is particularily kinder than Zao in that he is nicer, but makes up for it by being a bit more egotistical.
Other: Zelanth, unlike Zao, can be enraged to a point where his natural dragon instincts increase his powers and cause him to summon a black aura around himself which gives him an even more evil look than he already has.

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Username: [Synirria]
Name: Tàri(T-air-ee) Lossëhelin(Loss-ay-helen)
Age: 258 years old
Race: Elven Witch
Appearance: Tàri has long black hair that reaches past her waist. Her eyes are a beautiful amber color. She wears a spiked collar around her neck and has three piercings on each ear. Her nails are always black for that is the color she cast upon them. She wears several gothic bracelets on her arm to match the collar on her neck. She wears a short black dress that comes down in a v around her breasts. Around her shoulder she was a cape type shawl. She wears black and silver high heals that almost reach her knees. She has four rings that she wears and a hat that covers her right eye. She has an arm warmer on her left arm.
History: Just after Tàri was born, both her parents got killed by some young human men out hunting. That taught Tàri to take care of herself. At the age of six, she joined a clan of thieves. There she learned a lot, among others how to draw and paint. She was also taught how to enhance her black magic skills. From that point on she worked as hard as she could to strengthen her powers and master them. After a while she grew to be a vicious thief with sadistic and morbid thoughts and ideas. She lost her virginity at the age of thirteen, after getting raped by some of the guys in the clan. After that incident, she decided to leave the group, and all her friends there. That did not only scar her soul, but made her mind think more dark and evil. She returned to her roots; back to manage herself again. Now, at the age of 258, Tàri is still a thief, an elf of dark magic and an artist. And as sadistic and morbid as ever.
Tàri likes to travel; she often does that as she has the profession as a thief. She loves to see new places so that she can paint them after wards. During her many acts of thievery, she has murdered a lot of people in the process. Tàri 's soul is filled with hate; agony has never set its foot into Tàri's body. She is not a person to fear or to regret; if she were, she would have to do something else. And, despite the fact that her job can get pretty messy and indeed dangerous; Tàri loves what she is doing.
Her goal is to become rich so that she can live off her morbid art. If darkness should gain the throne, she would be quite satisfied. Deep down inside, Tàri wants to find a way that could give her the chance to bring her parents back, or at least give her the chance to see them and talk to them. And although she wont admit it to anyone else, she also wants to find some good in herself.
Powers/weapons: Two Criss Daggers. These she carries on her at all times. Her powers are black magic.
Other: Has a familiar white tiger by the name of Satara.

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Username: [Lin-tastic]
Name: Ania (Ah-knee-ah) Laertes (Lair-tease; first sylable said like "hair" with an "L")
Age: 167 years
Race: Human/Elf (Halfling?)
Appearance: Ania's dark hair is colored a sage green mixed with a darker brown, hence called 'dark hair' and lays flat against her head. She has a natural wave after her hair reaaches her shoulders, almost as if she crimped the ends only, but no, it's natural. The ends of her hair, if stretched out, reach the middle of her calves, but alas, because of the natural wave, end just above her thighs. Her hair is not thick, but it's not thin, either, having a middle volume to it, but a very silky feel and look. Her bangs have grown far past her face, ending at her navel, and always hanging in front of her shoulders when standing. Her eyes match that of her hair, the green and brown mix, but aren't nearly as dark. Her skin is fair, but slightly browned from being out in the sun. From her ear to the edge of her lips on her right cheek is a long, thin scar, a few shades darker than her skin tone at all times. Her ears, though smaller than a full elf's but pointed, unlike humans, are pierced three times, twice in the lobe and once at the point of each ear. A small, just big enough to go around her ear, silver ring has been slipped into the piercing at both points and similar rings for her lobes, but on her left ear is a wide, flat piece of silver rounded with a line, creating a C-shape for about an half-inch, and placed between the second lower piercing and the upper piercing. Around her neck is a silver necklace to match her hoop earrings, but with a charm in the middle of the just-able-to-fit hoop. The jewel is a very deep green and shaped into an oval bead, flat on one side to lay against her skin. Around both wrists are silver bracelets, looser than the necklace she wears, but always on her left hand, she always has one more than her right. Often, she wears three on her left, and two on her right. Around her ankles, are the same as her wrists, but instead of favoring her left ankle, she's placed the extra ring around her right ankle. She stands at a rather middle 5'9" for a half-human, half-elf female, and weighs in at the lesser 117 lb. Her outward appearance disagrees with her weight, however. With a slightly, unnoticable muscular build with natural curves, this girl looks heavier by nearly twenty pounds. She has thus taken the idea she needs to lose weight and dresses with long sleeves and skirts, even though she wears three-quater pants beneath them at all times. Moving along, her wardrobe consists of long dresses with dulled, almost greyed colors of the forest, that aren't just to cover her body, but to function as well. The sleeves end at her hands, flaring out ever so slightly, and cover her entire shoulder. The slight box opening around her neck reveal her colar bone, but other than that fact, not much else is shown. Her chest isn't exactly huge, but it's not quite small either, though leaning more towards the latter than either. A brown leather belt, with a plain dagger, has been placed around her hips, tilted downward closer to the dagger's sheath. The hem of the dress scrapes the ground easily, and, when she spins, flairs out nearly in a full three hundred sixty degree plane. She wears a long, half-foot wide band of material around her bust underneath her skirt that continues down to just above her navel. Tied around her waist is a pair of pants cut just below her knees, but covering her entire calves is a pair of light brown, slightly tan boots tied around with a thin, but long and sturdy cord. No dress she owns is embroidered, sewn only along the seams and for function only.
History: Born and raised by both parents, her father an Elf, her mother a human, Ania was brought up to a wonderfully average life. Her childhood spent around other children, both human and Elvan alike, was slightly harder than one would expect, but she walked away with a great outlook on life. Unfortunately, she couldn't have seen what was next. Her mother and the dragon connected with her, had died. Though she and her father tried to save the woman and dragon, they could not. She died because of a cancer, unknown to others, that shut down her heart directly. Ania was 37 when it happened, but she didn't let this tragedy stain her or hold her back. She studied all sorts of magics, learned all sorts of spells and is still learning, trying to prevent this from happening to another person. Now, she travels to find The Imortal, a man and dragon she's heard so much about and wishes to learn from, no matter the obstacles in her way.
Powers/weapons: Ania has only the dagger for her weapon, but has a vast knowledge of spells, despite her 'young' age. Most of the time, she tries not to use her lack of brute force to aid her, using her spells instead, but both tax her body in a similar manner.
Other: Ania has never liked being called by any form of a nickname, and has always told people, with all seriousness, to call her by her name, or she wouldn't answer them. Often times, she's answered to it just because she knew they were talking to her, but she's never liked it.