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Plot
Early Summer- Year 836- Telgarea

It has been almost three centuries since the flames of war were last ignited upon the penisula of Telgarea. In those ancient times, it is said that an evil god rose from the greed of life and attempted to destroy existence. He was combatted by Elleranda, the Goddess of Divinity and Perfection. She blessed a group of sacred warriors, and sent them to combat the dark god. She was victorious, and in his defeated state, the esscence of the dark god was sealed into the infamous Fenrir's Medallion.

Satisfied with her handiwork, Elleranda retired to the heavens, but not after a secret convenant with her blessed warriors. She was worried that with no common enemy, the people of Telgarea would turn on one another. To put her worries aside, a representative of each race and country of Telgarea swore before the goddess to keep the peace for at least five hundred years. If the promise was kept, Elleranda would reward the people with Eternal Order and Peace, and is they should fail, the Dark God would be released from Fenrir's Medallion.Comforted with this pact, Elleranda left the Earth, and now dwells in a slumber. She is only to be waken when five hundred years has passed, or when the Dark God has been released.

Fenrir's Medallion has been placed in the care of the peaceful and angelic Frelians, who are few and scarce in number, yet strogest in the esscence of order. So it was that with all her worldy affairs settled, Elleranda departed.

The people of Telgarea however, could not put aside their differences, and after a shaky three hundred years of forced peace, the drums of war have begun their bloody song.

The northern sea-faring nation of Boria has always had long-time disputes with the coast-line country of Moldoa. The Moldonian Senate has always been pro-slavery, yet most of their plans have been counteracted by the growing religous party: Elleranda's Disciples and their fanatical leader "Embodiment of Order". The country has been on the brink of civil war for decades, and the Borian attacks have pushed it off the edge. The northern seas are now awash in the blood of a three-way war between man and beast.

On the eastern frontiers, for as long as anyone can remember the mainland has been cut off from Telgarea by an impassable mountain range, inhabited by the Avian Peoples of Gradom. For many years they have survived by hunting the local wild-life, but now a cruel tyrant has risen, and taught them the ways of magic. Now, flocks of Gradomians fly from the mountains, and tear a bloody swath into the center of Telgarea: the vast Telmarus Empire, that spans from the western seas to the central plains.

To the south, the Frelians inhabit a dark forest, and tend to the medallion. They're numbers have shrunken to a mere dozen and each day, Fenrir's Medallion grows weaker, and if the wars are not concluded soon, many fear the Dark God's return.


The Races

Borians: By far the mightiest of all species, they're strength is unparreled. They are seen as mere savages by most of Telgarea, as they lack in sophisticated weaponry and machines. They don't need such things, for as they possess the ability to transform into beasts stronger than any one man. While in human form they are often recognized by their sheer size, pale skin and their animal like qualities (cat ears, tails etc.) The most common animal species are: Arctic Wolf, Polar Bear and Mountain Lion. On rare occasions, they're have been reports of Borians with the ability to transform into Saber Tooth Tigers.

They scarcely believe in Elleranda.

Moldonians: A humane species, that specializes in the utilization of divine magic. Healing, Light Manipulation and Teleportation are all common traits in the Moldonian populace. They are also the only species that can form "Bonds" (telepathic communication and extreme trust) with the Holy Creatures of Elleranda. Pegasi, Gryphons and White Dragons. Those who side with the senate generally employ Teleportation and Light magic, and are Bonded with mostly White Dragons. Those who ally themselves with Elleranda's Disciples employ mostly Healing and Light magic, and are bonded with mostly Pegasi and Gryphons. However, that does not mean they don't employ the othe skills as well, it just means that for the most part, they have their own Bonds and Magic.

They are fanatical about Elleranda.

Gradomians: An Avian species that consists of mostly giant birds. They are accustomed to harsh environments, so have gained great endurance and speed. They retain normal bird-like qualities, such as advanced hearing and eyesight. They fight with talon and beak, and thanks to their new fierce commander, Dark Magic. So far, they can sing Gorgon Songs, causing their audiece to become paralyzed and turned to stone. It is believed that only few Gradomians possess this ability so far. One or two can sing Siren Songs, which cause the audience to tear apart anything they can lay their hands on.

They don't believe in Elleranda at all.

Telmarusians: A Humane species that is the most technologically advanced of all the countries. They build great inventions such as Crossbows and Ballistas, that can almost instantly kill anything that flies. They cannot Bond like the Moldonains, yet they are the best horsemen in Telgarea. They generally have great forts, with settlements inside, that dot around their plains. The Telmarusian Knights can travel from fort to fort, for quick and easy deployment.

They believe in Elleranda.


Frelians: An angelic species of winged humanoids. They are few and far between, yet they can live longer that any other race. They often have wings as white as snow, and hair as fair as the sun. They are the only species that speaks only in the songs of Dark Magic, though they mostly use them to restore peace to the medallion, or reverse evil magic. They cannot bond, and are the weakest of all species.

They knew, and have all met with Elleranda.


You are a member of a group of mercanaries "Derso Mercanaries", formed by my character. You put aside your differences to work for the highest bidder and equality, though sometimes your personal agenda might cause you to stay under the radar sometimes. Either way, you are now in Fort Alpine, which is under siege by a flock of vicious Gradomian Hawks. You must escape with your lives, and then survive in a war torn country for as long as you can. Key Plot Points will be posted in the DT.


Spots:
- Telmarusian - Elijah Derso - Camulaeus -
- Moldonian (Embodiment) - Lia - phantom of the potter
- Moldonian (Exile) - Saythe- sylverdawn
- Gradominan- Farlie - emoticon220
-Frelian - Neruda - Synnoev
- Borian - Hakon - Cspr
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Character Profiles:

Gradominan Profile:

Name: (First and Last for everyone except Gradomians)

Age: (For Humans and Borians, 17 +, for Gradomians, 17 - 300 and for Frelians 300 +)

Bird Species: (Remember, their huge birds, so if your'e an eagle or hawk, your wingspan is going to be massive)

Song: (Siren or Gorgon. If you want both, PM us first)

Appearance: (Anime is fine, but no Scene, please)

History: (No one-liners, or "He can't remember"'s. We want the details)

Personality: (To create an acceptable personality, you must first mix a general personality with a dash of likes and a pinch of dislikes. Cook at Flaws, then stir up some strengths. Finally, add an ounce of heart's desire, for flavor)

Belief: (Pro-War, or Peace)

Up for love? (Add Sexuality. Important: Moldonains are homophobic, due to their religious teachings)

Other: (Add any defining personality traits or habits, does your character have a phobia of snakes? How about dirty socks? Or maybe they always eat their hair when they're nervous, or have a habit of tripping when embarassed)


Moldonian Profile:

Name: (First and Last for everyone except Gradomians)

Age: (For Humans and Borians, 17 +, for Gradomians, 17 - 300 and for Frelians 300 +)

Appearance: (Anime is fine, but no Scene, please)

History: (No one-liners, or "He can't remember"'s. We want the details)

Personality: (To create an acceptable personality, you must first mix a general personality with a dash of likes and a pinch of dislikes. Cook at Flaws, then stir up some strengths. Finally, add an ounce of heart's desire, for flavor)

Allegiance: (Senate, or Emobidment?)

Mount: (Pegasi, Gryphon or Dragon)

Magic: (Healing, Teleportation or Light Magic)

Up for love? (Add Sexuality. Important: Moldonains are homophobic, due to their religious teachings)

Other: (Add any defining personality traits or habits, does your character have a phobia of snakes? How about dirty socks? Or maybe they always eat their hair when they're nervous, or have a habit of tripping when embarassed)

Borian Profile:

Name: (First and Last for everyone except Gradomians)

Age: (For Humans and Borians, 17 +, for Gradomians, 17 - 300 and for Frelians 300 +)

Animal Form: (Arctic Wolf, Polar Bear, Mountain lion or Saber Tooth)

Appearance: (Anime is fine, but no Scene, please)

History: (No one-liners, or "He can't remember"'s. We want the details)

Personality: (To create an acceptable personality, you must first mix a general personality with a dash of likes and a pinch of dislikes. Cook at Flaws, then stir up some strengths. Finally, add an ounce of heart's desire, for flavor)

Belief: (Elleranda, or Anarchist?)

Up for love? (Add Sexuality. Important: Moldonains are homophobic, due to their religious teachings)

Other: (Add any defining personality traits or habits, does your character have a phobia of snakes? How about dirty socks? Or maybe they always eat their hair when they're nervous, or have a habit of tripping when embarassed)

Telmarusian Profile:

Name: (First and Last for everyone except Gradomians)

Age: (For Humans and Borians, 17 +, for Gradomians, 17 - 300 and for Frelians 300 +)

Appearance: (Anime is fine, but no Scene, please)

History: (No one-liners, or "He can't remember"'s. We want the details)

Personality: (To create an acceptable personality, you must first mix a general personality with a dash of likes and a pinch of dislikes. Cook at Flaws, then stir up some strengths. Finally, add an ounce of heart's desire, for flavor)

Belief: (Elleranda, or Anarchist?)

Mount:

Up for love? (Add Sexuality. Important: Moldonains are homophobic, due to their religious teachings)

Other: (Add any defining personality traits or habits, does your character have a phobia of snakes? How about dirty socks? Or maybe they always eat their hair when they're nervous, or have a habit of tripping when embarassed)

Frelian Profile

Name: (First and Last for everyone except Gradomians)

Age: (For Humans and Borians, 17 +, for Gradomians, 17 - 300 and for Frelians 300 +)

Appearance: (Anime is fine, but no Scene, please)

History: (No one-liners, or "He can't remember"'s. We want the details)

Personality: (To create an acceptable personality, you must first mix a general personality with a dash of likes and a pinch of dislikes. Cook at Flaws, then stir up some strengths. Finally, add an ounce of heart's desire, for flavor)

Belief: (Elleranda, or Anarchist?)

Song: (Reversing Siren or Reverseing Gorgon)

Up for love? (Add Sexuality. Important: Moldonains are homophobic, due to their religious teachings)

Other: (Add any defining personality traits or habits, does your character have a phobia of snakes? How about dirty socks? Or maybe they always eat their hair when they're nervous, or have a habit of tripping when embarassed)


Rules

- Romance is allowed, but no Sex Scenes
- Listen to the Mods (they are ALWAYS in the right)
- NO Mary Sues
-God-modding is forbidden
-No killing of characters with out the consent of both the Mods, and the Writer in control
-Try and keep posts over 1000 words, but we don't want novels either (we're glad your'e that excited though)
-PM the mods if you want : To have a Frelian, To be A high rank in the Derso Mercenaries or is you have any questions
-Other normal YWS Rules

Have Fun

Name: Elijah Derso

Age: 23

Race : Telmarusian

Appearance:

History: Elijah's mother died in childbirth, and so he was raised by his single father: a Telmarusian Knight. He spent most of his childhood in the militia camps of his father's subordinates, and under the tutelage of the soldiers, learned how to fight with honor and judgement. When he turned eighteen, he rode by his father in the quelling of a revolt in Moldoa. They were lead to believe that pirates were prisoners in the uprising, yet when they arrived, they found starved Borian woman and children instead. Enraged by this atroscity, Elijah and his father left the military, and assisted the slaves in escaping.

From that point onwards, Elijah and his father formed a small mercanary group dedicated to the emancipation of racially based slaves, and for three years, they're work gave them a glowing fame, yet also a haunted reputation. One cold night, Elijah's father dissappeared from the mercanary camp. Elijah found him the next morning, locked in battle with a hooded figure. Elijah watched in horrid captivity as his father's throat was slit, and the mysterious figure teleported to safety. This strange ability has led Elijah to believe that the Moldonian Senate is behind his father's death.

With his father gone, Elijah took over the mercanary group, and dubbed them the "Derso Mercanaries". They are currently in the employ of the mayor of Alpine in Telmarus, and is charged with the task of defending him from the attacking Gradomian Battle Flocks.

Personality: Elijah is the take-charge kind of guy. He has extreme will-power, and an enourmous heart. He fights for what he believes in, no matter the circumstances. He likes free will, and strives for equality in all. He dislikes censorship and slavery. He prefers to fight with valor, though he doesn't let it mean he makes stupid decisions for "honour'. His only flaw is perhaps, in his determination to complete what he thinks is right, he won't hesitate to fight old friends. His only wish, his heart's desire, is for a true peace. Not some artificial one created by some goddess that left hundreds of years ago.

Belief: Anarchist

Up for love? No, he's straight though.

Other: He scratches the back of his head when making a decsion, and he wear's his father's cape as a testomony to his father's heroism.

I'd like to take a spot for a female Moldonian, if claiming is okay.

Name: Aurelia Estin ("Lia" to those who know her well.)

Age: 21

Appearance: Here she is.

History: Lia was meant to be the link that tied Moldoa back together. Her father is a prominent man of the Senate. When Lia was born, her father proposed to the Senate that she be sent to the Disciples, with the hope that family ties would eventually draw Lia to pull the sect back under control. When Lia was five years old, she was sent to a temple of the Disciples on the outskirts of the Moldonian capital. There she was raised and trained to be a priestess under the Disciples' Order. On the first of every month, her father would visit her in the temple. Although her father never outright told Lia why he had sent her to the Disciples, Lia could guess as much. Lia was infatuated with her father's visits. Her would tell her tantalizing details about the Senate's business and politics, but always stopped short of truly satisfying Lia's thirst for the information.

As a result, Lia developed a philosophy on life somewhere in the middle of both extremes. This did not become a problem until Lia was in her early teens. Tension between the Disciples and the Senate soared, and soon Lia's father was banned from visiting the temple. The sixteen year old Lia began to panic. Life in the temple was becoming hostile for Lia as her peers began to view her as a Senate spy. Lia's father stopped any remaining communications to the temple, and Lia was left along. One night, Lia broke out of the temple in desperation and made for the capital city to meet her father.

She never made it. Soldiers hired by the Senate stopped Lia before she could even reach the city's gates. Lia was taken into custody and brought to a prison camp outside of the city walls. Lia managed to escape the camp, but didn't dare try to get into the capital. Defeated, Lia tried to return to her old temple. But the High Priests of the temple barred their doors to her as well, convinced that Lia had gone to the capital to report to the Senate on the inner workings of their temple. Lia had no choice but to wander, until she finally came across the Derso Mercenaries. Lia joined them, in the hopes that she could continue her religious work despite being shunted out of the official order. At some point, Lia wants to get inside the Moldonian capital and be reunited with her father, but she hasn't heard anything from him in over a year now.

Personality: Lia is a quietly stubborn person. She doesn't speak much, and remains as serene as possible when she does, but she is stubborn in her beliefs and values. Her grasp on a moral right and wrong is very, very weak, and so Lia holds onto it as tight as she can. She is not one to fight back, but she is wily and can be passive aggressive. She believes that the ends often justify the means. She wants the semblance of tranquility she had as a child back, whatever the cost. Lia is willing to settle for an absence of violence, rather than true peace (which she has lost faith in). She'll not involve herself in any type of conflict unless severely provoked; Lia is the one to submit during the actual fight and then stab her opponent in the back when s/he isn't looking. She's desperate, and it makes her unstable and dangerous. Lia, although she means well, is haunted by all of the expectations (now all but forgotten) that were once place on her.

Allegiance: She considers herself a follower of the Embodiment, although a native Moldonian could see her father's Senate influence.

Mount: Gryphon

Magic: Healing

Up for love? Although she'd be terrified at first, Aurelia could be won over with care and patience. Men only, though. (I suppose a woman could as well, but it would be very difficult.)

Other: Aurelia is like a bird in temperament. She'll not advertise when she is sick, injured, or exhausted for fear that she'll be considered weak. Vary rarely will you see her in any clothing but the Disciple's silk robes.

(Yeah. Here's my profile. He might be a bit...overboard...but I shall claim this is because he's a bit messed up (he lived alone, on a boat, with his father for years--alone--the expectation he is a normal facet of society is absurd). But, yeah. He isn't the average Borian, but he's cat-like and bloodthirsty, so I suppose he'll do. If you want me to change anything, feel free to shoot me a PM, of course. Yeah. ...I like playing mad/disturbed/socially inept people, yes.)

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Name: Hakon Bergfalk

Age: 18 yrs. old

Animal Form: Mountain lion

Appearance: Here’s a lovely picture of him on a beach near a cliff where he used to live; ocean and sky behind him. He has his trusty spike-ended chain, three-pronged knife, and something rather like a sax/falchion he traditionally used for beheading fish and small prey animals, when he didn’t want to get himself dirty. Sadly, he seems to have gotten blood on himself from..somewhere. But he's smirking, so he obviously had fun with whatever happened. Oh, and look, he's wearing his favorite shirt (see below). And, yes, he does look ‘cute’ mid-transition with his little cat ears and tail. However, tell him that and you will abruptly be reminded he hides under that humanity a couple hundred pound cat known for its ability to haul fully-grown steers up trees. He'll tell you about that, too. Otherwise, if you can't see--tawny hair, pale-ish skin, some blond facial hair, relatively tall, and yellowish eyes. And, of course, male.

History: Hakon's history is relatively simple. His father was a fisherman on the sea--too close to the Worm Sea for comfort, in Hakon's opinion--and they found 'rare delicacies' for court ladies who didn't like straying far from the cost of their isles', if it meant going further north. He was used to the conditions and he knew that something going bad could be a death sentence. His father never seemed to know the risk, not like him. It hadn't surprised him too much to find him gone one morning, a fishing pole still with bait in the water, no man to be found--not that it hadn't shaken him to the core when he hadn't been able to find him. A month later, further inland, trying to make money for himself he came upon evidence that maybe whatever had happened hadn't been an accident, when he found his boat turned to ashes on the stone beach. Returning to the inn he'd been staying at, he'd found it had gotten the same treatment. So, he was now hunted. Following his animal instincts, he fled, like any good cat would. South, where maybe the ghost of his mother*--the murderer, he means, wouldn't be able to find him. Right. And he ran into these funny peace-monger people, 'doves' as his father would've called 'em, and pretended to be pathetic and empathetic and got them wrapped around his finger enough to let him stay. Once again, he was pleased that he ended a catamount, not some dog or bear. They'd use much too crude of tactics for it to have ever worked in their favor, he guesses.

(*In his memory, he can recall his mother disappearing when he was four, maybe three, and that being the time his father and he moved to the north side of another isle. If he digs deeper, and he never wants to, he can see a shadowed fight, a woman with dark hair being struck down by a faceless individual. He likes to pretend that came from some story he heard at some point, or he just--didn’t know what was happening. He was four. He was a few branches short of a tree back then. If that makes any sense.)

Personality: He’s rather an inconsiderate, vengeful jerk. Oh, he plays with the best of ‘em--could get most unaware girls in a bit of trouble, he could. All nice smiles and a polite manner. However, he won’t raise a finger to help most if it may potentially cause him harm, unless he particularly likes the person who wants his assistance. He doesn’t fight others’ battles for them, which is why he particularly hates Elijah Derso--because he tries, but he has to deal with him. Unfortunately. So, he plays favorites and such. Otherwise, he’s unnaturally emotional (in his opinion) and hates all these--opinion thingies he has. He doesn’t like them. They make him question things, which makes him think, and thinking leads to nightmares wondering what things in the Worm Sea like to eat corpses. Who enjoys nightmares? People who think too much (probably Elijah). Otherwise, he likes sweets a bit--candies and such--even if he is a meatatarian on a normal day. He also likes prey-fur--it makes him think of home. He sincerely dislikes chocolate, vegetables, and fruit (it makes him all buzz-y) and heights. Yes, he’s partially a cat, but he gets vertigo. Also, he doesn’t like land too much. It doesn’t move. Completely unnatural. However, he does wonder why people like it so much. (He’s afraid his land legs will disappear as well, because people keep saying that will happen.) Lastly, he’d very much like, thank you, if everyone just leaves him alone with a hot-bodied ‘Perfect Soulmate’ in a lovely rickety old boat and that's the end of it--all these stupid wars are annoying him. Food is plentiful and such; nobody needs to fight. ’Course, it was his brethren that started it, wasn’t it? Eh. He doesn’t care to keep with the times. Living on the edge without all those ‘predictions’ weighing on his mind is too amazing to. (He also has trouble making friends, for some reason or another, and, while he doesn't avoid people, he tends to scare them. Just a bit.)

Belief: He can’t decide, but he supposes he’ll go with the gift-giving sky lady, because then at least he’ll get something out of it. Maybe. He doesn't believe in lawlessness, though. He thinks there should be rules, because if there aren't rules, he might as well drown himself because that person who is chasing him has no chance of being hanged for his (supposed) crimes or being thrown in a pit somewhere, which ruins his other life goal--doing the (insert swear word[s] of your choice here) in.

Up for love? He wrinkles his nose at that word, he does. Love? What even is that? It’s something used to convince women to make little children with drool and snot and ick, he thinks. So he won’t love them so they won’t be coerced into something they don’t want. Or something. He--he doesn’t exactly do relationships. More of a ‘takes affection, does not give back’ sort. Also, women scare him. They want to stroke his ears. They’re his ears. Disturbing. Also, males are generally unclean, which is gross (he knows they can’t clean themselves like him because, hello, amazing cat spine, but still). So he’s more or less asexual. If you are a hot-bodied ‘Perfect Soulmate’ he may make an exception.

Other: He tends to wear plenty of layers (he tends to always have this particular cobalt-colored shirt on, for reasons unknown-he just likes it) and talk in a ‘round about way, you see. Lastly, people being ousted/busted for various things amuses him wholly. He likes the whole ‘blushing-horrified’ expression. (He’s mildly eccentric, yeah. I think that word sums him up almost completely, actually--eccentric. Eccentric on many levels.)

Frelian Profile

Name: Neruda

Age: 328

Appearance:
She also has a pair of pale cream wings that appear delicate and fragile, though they work just as well as any other.

Personality: Neruda never seems to be on quite the same playing field as everyone else, often appearing very dreamy and distant, as if something else is on her mind. She doesn't tend to express strong opinions, and is content to offer the existence of Elleranda as an explanation for anything and everything, regardless of whether or not this really makes sense. Neruda will often state her conviction that Elleranda exists, and simply offers pitying expressions to those who do not have any belief. She has met the goddess on several occasions, and holds her in extremely high esteem, trusting her absolutely. Her entire existence is based around her faith and trust in Elleranda, and if this was to be removed then her whole being would be uprooted.
In her many years, she has seen much and now is rarely fazed by anything that may seem odd to humans; she has seen the growth and fall of empires and cultures, and often loses sight of the little things. She frequently struggles to relate to the worries and fears of those who are not Frelian, as she sees them as such small matters that do not merit considerable attention. She does not fear death or war, and although she does what she can to alleviate them, she often does not understand why they cause such distress to other species.

History: Neruda was very young for a Frelian when Elleranda rose to combat the Dark God, and as such was easily won over by her words and promises to the people. She has always remained faithful to the legacy of Elleranda, and guarded over the Medallion at the times when she was needed.
For the first few years of civil war, the Frelians observed without taking action, waiting to see if this was another war that would simply come to pass as had the wars of years gone by. However, the continued escalation of violence has led them to becoming increasingly concerned about the development of the war, and protection surrounding the Medallion has increased.
In order to play her part in the protection of the Medallion, Neruda has been instructed to join the Derso Mercenaries to discover the root of evil that must be eliminated to stop the spread of war.

Allegiance: Elleranda

Song: Reversing Siren

Up for love? : Yes, although she rarely makes meaningful connections with other species she has pursued relationships in the past.

Other: Neruda rarely flies, preferring to travel on foot despite her wings. She has a terrible concept of time, and views several years as 'not too long'.

Gradominan Profile:

Name: Farlie

Age: 19

Bird Species: Red Hawk

Song: Siren

Appearance:

History: She was born to parents who had differing beliefs and was the oldest of her brothers and sisters. Since her parents were out she had to care for her brothers and sisters in their mountain top nest. her parents had heard of Elleranda but had little belief in such a person as they didnt believe in what they couldent see. She came to the group when she felt that she needed truth and felt the stress of the oncomming war was too much to bear as it tore apart her family and her flock.

Personality: she has a motherly personality, shes caring and smart. However, she gets irritated quickly and doesnt understand when people dont do things the way she thinks they should be done. shes quiet about these feelings and shy around people she doesnt know well, but when she does know someone she shows her fun and loud side. she wants to know the truth from what she grew up knowing.

Belief: Peace

Up for love? Yes, straight

Other: shivers and looks around violently when angry or irritated. terribly parinoid about others thinking shes not good enough.

*I'd like to join, if this profile isn't okay, tell me and I'll change it.*

Name: Say'le'then Marese (Saythe for short) His name means 'First Night', ominous much?

Age: 19

Appearance: http://media.photobucket.com/image/blac ... y.jpg?o=69

History: Saythe is the firstborn son of the Moldonian Head of State, the leader of the senate. When he was born his father was very proud of him and strutted around for days, Saythe has like six older sisters. His father wanted him to bond early so when Saythe was a week old he took him to a dragon's nesting lair.

Strangely the egg that reacted to him wasn't one of the new eggs but an old one the mother had pushed off to the side decades, possibly centuries, ago. Although baffled his father took his infant son and the already bonded egg home with him. That night the egg hatched during a lunar eclipse and the newly hatched dragon was black as night.

The fanatical Moldonian's took this as a sign of the end of days and believed Saythe and his bonded were an embodiement of the Dark God. Saythe's father was disgusted and horrified, also scared, he tried to kill his son and bonded right then but his oldest daughter Iria stopped him.

At nine Iria was terribly clever, she had read the old historys from 300 years ago, and didn't want her baby brother to die. The young girl argued with her father and the rest of the Senate, claiming Saythe could just as easily be a living manifestation of the seal and that killing him would weaken it.

Although these arguments were enough to save Saythe's life, the rest of his family, no the city the country, couldn't even look at the 'Abomination'. Saythe's entire childhood was basically a cycle of torture and abuse. His birth and what it means is the one thing the Senate and the Disciples agree on.

Until one day when he was twelve it got to be too much. Saythe had been seperated from his bonded and when he finally found him the dragon was chained and starved. Enraged Saythe shattered the chains and the two fled the capital, flying out of Moldonian territory as fast as they could.

Since then they've travelled the length and breadth of the peninsula, once even flying over the Gradomian mountains and spending a year in the continent's interior. He might even have been happy there but something drove Saythe to return to the peninsula. Saythe was shocked to find the peninsula wreathed in war and is looking for a way to help stop it.

(Note: Although not currently a member of the Derso Mercanaries he is in the area and would like to join after they run into each other.)

Personality: As a child he was very hot tempered and emotional but he's learned to think with a cool head. A loner by choice rather than nature Saythe is actually a very social creature that would love to be at the center of the group. He despises any and all injustices and will jump to anyone's defence, often without thinking things through. Saythe has a big heart and is intensely loyal, he is reckless, fiercely proud and independent.

Saythe asks others not to die, yet he is the first one to throw his life away for something he believes in. He has major authority issues, even when an order makes complete sense he will question, or outright disobey it, just to be contrary. Saythe hates talking about his past and is very distrustful of people at first.

Saythe isn't really sure what his heart's desire is, most of his life has just been about surviving. He always too focussed on surviving the present to give much thought to the future. But he does know that he doesn't want anyone else to go through the hell he did.

Allegiance: Neither the Senate or Disciples, the whole country can rot as far as he's concerned.

Religion: As a Moldonian Saythe believes the goddess exists but he is unique in that he doesn't worship her. Saythe is basically ambivalent to the whole religion thing. But deep down he is scared, although he'll deny it vehemently, that he really is evil.

Mount: Black Dragon, Saythe named him Vengeance, Ven for short. Even the flames Ven breathes are black.
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Magic: Teleportation, Light Magic, his abilities are powerful but he was never trained so they are difficult to control.

Up for love? Yes and he's straight, but he is a bit wary of relationships, other than Ven the only real friend he ever had was Iria.

Other: 1: Mildly paranoid but it's justified. Question? Is it really paranoia if they actually are out to get you?
2: Loves high places, when he isn't flying Saythe can normally be found on a roof or up a tree.
3: He fights with the mysterious twin sword style he learned in the Continent's interior. He also wear's strange foreign looking clothing from the same place.

Hey guys, um...we're not doing this. I'm not going to be able to. If you really like the idea, I don't mind if you continue, but I really doubt that's the case. Sorry for wasting your time : /

( D; Oh dear. And I was really excited. Drew his pic myself. Unfortunate. I would be willing to continue this if possible, but, eh, we'd need someone to be you. Yeah. ...Unfortunate. Any particular reason why you can't, though? *realizes I've fallen into mother hen mode, snaps out*

So, yeah. If you have any suggestions, plot points, etc. etc. you'd like to share with the class to see if we can continue this, because it is an EPIC IDEA, just please respond in the DT? That would make me a very happy freak of nature. *nods* Maybe Derso can go on a quest of his own, leaving the others behind (in the words of Stephen King: Gasp!!) and now the others have to learn to work together without their leader, which leads to all sorts of stuff revolving around 'who's in charge now, eh?'? Possibly? Something like that? Then you can hop back in whenever you think you can...if you want.)

I would be totally into going through with this as well. ^^

I'm in for continueing as well, if my opinion counts for anything.

Aww....you guys. *sniffles*

I didn't want to do this because I'm beginning to work on a non-fiction novel, and I didn't want to get distracted by the total fantasy of this SB, but I see now that it's really selfish of me.

I'm going to stay, and start this some time today. I'm glad that you guys like this idea so much

I was so worried when I started reading the recent posts ... but now I feel pretty relieved!! I was thinking about this SB earlier today so I'm glad that you are going ahead with it

Elijah- Fort Alpine - Telmarus

"3000 gold" I said calmly. The mayor's eight or so chins wobbled as his mouth dropped open. "The minimum, or we walk"

"Bu-bu-bu-but that's outrageous!" The mayor flailed. Somehow, even with his hand's raised, his arms still touched his sides. Then, suddenly, the stained glass window of his office caved in and a Raven over 12 ft long crashed in. It lacerated the guard's necks with his talons with ease and turned towards the mayor with a sentient menace in it's eyes. I span around and whipped my sword out, and dodging a piece of shattered glass. In a second I was up, and embedding my blade-hilt deep into the Raven's bulging neck. It fell to the ground in a slump, revealing a sky over-filling with flocks of massive birds.

"3000" I repeated, turning back to the mayor. He stood still, transfixed by the sight of the battle. Arrows flew like avenging angels from the earth, dragging the cawing Gradominans to the ground.

"It's yours" The mayor stuttered. I grasped the draw-string bag, and pocketed it.

'Good choice" I smiled, then turned to my team. " Neruda, get to the war-horn, it will amplify your song, so you can Un-Petrify the city, Hakon, you go with her for protection. Lia, you, I and Farlie will hit the skies, try and even the score out a bit. Farlie, I'll be riding on you if you don't mind"

The Red Hawk looked irritated for a second, but then a sort of motherly understanding came to her, and she nodded her consent. As did the Frelian, Borian and Moldonian in my party. "All right guys, let's do this!"

Neruda- Fort Alpine - Telmarus

I blinked at Elijah once, staring at him levelly. "I do not require protection, Elijah Derso. Elleranda will ensure my survival for as long as I am needed by her." His eyes flickered to me once, an expression that was both weary and mildly irritated spreading across his features. He sighed.

"Well," he started after a short pause, running a hand over his face in annoyance, "Hakon's duty is to go with you anyway, okay?" A few moments of silence passed before I eventually nodded, remembering the orders from my superiors to follow the orders of this human in order to ensure the continued incarceration of the Dark God.

"Very well," I replied in a solemn tone, turning on foot to face Hakon. "We will fly up to the war-horn. Please do not fidget like last time, because I do not wish to have to catch you again. It was most unpleasant."

A scowl passed across the warrior's face, and he replied scathingly. "Unpleasant is one way to describe it, yes. How about you just hold on to me properly this time?"

I tilted my head to the side, considering this proposition, and Hakon rolled his eyes and let out a short laugh. "You don't have to actually answer that, okay?"

A brief nod in reply, and then I moved to hold onto the warrior before taking off in the direction of the war-horn.