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Curriania

Curriania was a nice little planet, lush, lively and peaceful. This was 3000 years ago of course. Before the attack of The Shadow Assassin. His power was incredible. He killed millions of innocent people. The survivors made a small country, the only inhabited country on the planet. The Shadow Assassin vanished. 3000 years later the world is becoming civilized. The one country remains within walls that keeps the desolate outside out. They are more advanced then Earth, hover cars, advanced medicine, a cure for cancer, holographic phones, it's what you expect of the future of Earth.

Rumor is the Shadow assassin's descendant has returned, and he/she is going to finish what the original Shadow Assassin started. You are one of eight who where born differently. You have a dragon shaped mark on the palm of your right hand, and for your entire life you've been living with the power to summon your own dragon and use it's abilities. You each come from a different city. You may or may not know some of the chosen, but it is not likely. The cities like to keep to themselves. Whether you use your gift for good or bad doesn't matter, your world is going to be destroyed, and they need your help.

The Eight Cities

Kylista: City of charm. This city is where the up most important people live, even higher class then Pursana. This is home to the Sheer White dragon. It's master can create blinding flashes of light and has a natural leading ability. He/she can ride her dragon, unlike the others, who cannot. He/she can absorb and throw energy.

Lyall: City of sound. Often very loud here. This is home of the Sonic Boom dragon, it's master can control sound, throwing his/her voice and creating sonic blasts that can harm an enemy, and creating high frequency pulses that can paralyze an enemy for up to five hours at it's worse.

Oresa: City of the sea. Right along the shoreline of the city, the wall goes out for a mile into the sea then comes up out of the water.This is home of Blue Pearl dragon. It's master can manipulate water, and both boil and freeze it. He/she can some what manipulate weather but this power is very weak.

Hurrin: City of wind. This city was built in a wind tunnel, and it is usually rather cold here. This is home of the Golden Breeze dragon. It's master can manipulate wind, and increase/decrease pressure. Can read others thoughts and if the master tried hard enough he/she could send them.

Pursana: The city of green. This is the most lush city, also known as high class. This is home of the Black Rose dragon. It's master can Manipulate plants and increase growth rate. He/she can also create poisons from said plants effectively and can grown any plant in any climate.

Destra: The desert city. This city is located at the opposing side from Oresa, where it is always warm, this is considered the slums of Curriania and is home to the Desert Eye dragon. It's master can manipulate earth (plants not included) and create sink-holes and quick sand. He/she can also communicate with animals.

Kurnia: City of dreams. This is home to the Night Silk dragon. It's master can manipulate dreams and create illusions. Has amazing agility, almost like a cat, can fit into small spaces and jump high. Can also send thoughts but this ability is weak.

Memnoc: Home of the Shadow Assassin's dragon, dark blade. He/she is the most powerful and also can communicate with people through his thoughts and read their thoughts. He/she can smother an object in shadows and cut off it's air supply. He/she can also drain the energy out of any life source.

Claimed Characters

Kylista:Reise
Lyall: Crim
Oresa:KAH
Hurrin: Ninja
Pursana: Allmixedup
Destra:Grant
Kurnia:Isha
Memnoc: Scar

Character Template

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[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Nickname:[/b] (optional but you know they are fun to make up)

[b]Appearance:[/b] (No scene, anime is allowed)

[b]Personality:[/b]

[b]Strengths:[/b] (Be realistic and try and keep the S and W equaled out)

[b]Weaknesses:[/b]

[b]Secret:[/b] (We all have secrets, no matter how big or small)

[b]Up for love?:[/b]

[b]Other:[/b]


Rules & other important stuff.

-Only those who have the ability to ride their dragon can.
-No one can speak to their dragon, so please don't attempt it.
-No God modding.
-No Descriptive sex scenes.
-Keep the gender ratio even.
-You MUST send your profile to me for approval first.
-PM both me and the character's creator before killing their character.
-Most importantly, THOU SHALL DO THE DANCE (xD had to)

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Name: Rose

Nickname: Black Rose

Appearance:

Personality: Rose is very closed in and aggressive/defensive. She hides her emotions to the best of her abilities and refuses to open up to anyone. If she challenged, or offended it usually ends in a fight. She avoids people most of the time. She hasn't laughed in a really long time. She isn't one to feel sympathy for anyone, or anything. She usually lets her anger get the best of her. If you can get her to open up, you'll see under the bitch is a scared girl.

Strengths: Aim, speed, quick reflexes

Weaknesses: Can't swim, anger issues, sensitive, not strong willed or physically

Secret: She hasn't told anyone her real name, which is Rosalie

Up for love?: If you can 'Break through her mask'.

Other: When her abilities were first discovered she was called "monster, freak, unnatural" So she ran away from home and adopted the name Black Rose and never takes her mask off.

Name: Andrea

Nickname: Speedy, or Dre (dray).

Age: 17

Appearance: Blonde. Tall. Thin. Completely, well, not ripped, but she's muscular. Gray eyes with a hint of green and strong features. Pic, but more... sporty. Hair in ponytail, lips... not pursed. And jittery- she's jittery.




Personality: Fast-paced and hyperactive, quick reflexed and slightly cynical. She's a walking engine, a powerhouse, and yet her self esteem is dwindling. She loves running more anything, and a day without it is a day wasted. She's a perfectionist and headstrong, convinced that even if she won't do it well (see above, her esteem's dead), she'll do it. Lies easily and is quite the actress, and has fooled even the ones who're trained not to be fooled. But her belief that she doesn't have a purpose, that there's nothing she can do but run, will often bring her down, hard.

Strengths: Very, very, very fast. Strong stamina and strong muscles, along with a smart brain in her skull. Can go for a while without food and can lie like no one's business.

Weaknesses: If she's not running, she can be a klutz. Her aim's... well, bad, and she overworks herself to the point of blacking out. She's prone to acting without thinking, and won't eat a lot, or as much as she should. Self esteem is dangerously low.

Secret: Sneaks out of her place before sunrise and runs around the entire city.

Up for love?: Yep, if you can boost that silly confidence.

Other: Is considered crazy for wearing a short sleeved shirt and shorts before the sun rises -in Hurrin. All other times, she's nice and cozy. Works in a coffee shop, lives in an apartment above it. Is an orphan.

Name: Elodie

Age: 18

Nickname:
She has two, one that she hates and one that she likes.
She hates being called 'Silence' (her husband called her this, though nobody even knows he exists.)
She does, however, like being called Gemstone, which is what her father called her when she was a little girl. (Her name means wealth and riches)

Appearance:

Personality: Elodie is usually very calm and laid-back, though she can be quite dangerous if you're on her bad side. She keeps her temper well-controlled and always has a put-together look on her face. She keeps her emotions well-hidden, and can come off as cold at first, though if you need her to be, she is very caring. She is always staring off into space, and has a tendancy to daydream.
She's also very, very stuborn and very independant. She hates to rely on others and feels that it makes her seem too needy. She likes to be relied on, not to have to rely on somebody else.

Strengths: Elodie is an incredible archer and it's very rare to see her miss her target. She's also excellent with anything you throw, spears, knives, darts, ect... She is alright with a sword, but avoids using them as much as she can. She's also very good with hand-to-hand, weaponless combat. She is very precise, thinks things through well and is very smart. Quick, agile and very flexible. Very resourceful.

Weaknesses: Doesn't trust easily enough. She suffers from a sudden stabbing pain in the middle of her stomache that comes on without warning. The attacks can last anywhere from a few seconds to hours and sometimes leave her with a fever. When this happens she is unable to do anything.
She's very clausterphobic and has an irrational fear of spiders.

Secret:
She's mute, and hates signing. She uses paper and a pen and lip-speaking to communicate.

She knows that she has a daughter somewhere, after being forced to mary a man she hated a year ago. He took the baby and ran away, and Elodie has been secretly searching for them ever since. Nobody knows about her husband either.

Up for love?: She's married, but she hates him...so yes!

Other: Her body is covered in scars, though they have avoided her face. She knows where the scars are from, but she refuses to tell anybody else and keeps them covered up.
Her whole family (excluding husband/daughter) is dead, though she was very close to her father and uncle.
She has three journals that aren't hers and she keeps them in a water-proof bag. One is her mother, Elarissa's, one is her father, Gurian's and the other is her uncle, Corran's.

Kylista: Sheer White

Lyall: Sonic Boom

Oresa: Blue Pearl

Hurrin: Golden Breeze

Pursana: Black Rose

Destra: Desert Eye

Kurnia: Night Silk

Memnoc: Shadow Assassin

Kylista:
Lyall:
Oresa:
Hurrin:
Pursana:
Destra:
Kurnia:
Memnoc:

Name: Yerachmiel

Nickname: Yera. Chimmy.

Appearance:

Personality: He holds himself like any person of high class would. Never speaking out of turn, raising his voice, or letting his emotions run wild. He often day dreams but doesn't notice it. The only time he realizes he's zoning out is when someone points it out to him. He's actually sort of ditsy at times and, after returning to Earth from one of his day dreams, he's actually embarrassed and is known to blush fiercely afterwards. He's nice, polite, and a bit spacey.

Strengths: Grace. Quick kills. Stealth. Precision.

Weaknesses: Easily distracted. Short attention span. Can be ditsy most of the time.

Secret: His parents died and he has been living with his nanny ever since he was a child.

Up for love?: Sure.

Other: Wears a crystal necklace that belongs to his mother. Her cherishes that thing more than his own life.

Name: Brooke

Age 16

Appearance: Has deep blue eyes and dark brown hair that looks scrunched or crimped most of the time. She likes to wear various tank tops and skinny jeans.
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Personality: Brooke can be very quite and mysterious. She likes to keep to herself. She loves adventure and has wished ever since she as twelve to go on one and leave her home. She loves to just sit by the ocean and listen to the water. She is a really deep person and will sometimes talk to people she trusts/likes truthfully.

Strengths: She is a good listener. She is good at agility and hand to hand combat. She is really good at persuading people. She is also very good at swimming.

Weaknesses: Has really horrible nightmares, so she hates to sleep. She often wakes up in the middle of the night screaming! She is tired a lot from lack of sleep so she can't always focus and stares off into space a lot.

Secret: Her mom is dead and it seems like her dad doesn't care enough to really be her dad. So she practically raised herself from age 12, the age she was when her mother died.

Up for love?: Yes!

Other: Likes to sit out in front of the ocean really late at night. This is where/when she likes to think, and if you want to know something or want her to tell you something from deep with in her this is the time to get her to talk.

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Name: Revan

Nickname: Hits (because he likes to fight (and 'Hits' is an anagram of 'Sith' ))

Appearance:

(His cloth wrap is slightly lower so his mouth is visible)

Personality: Cold, quiet. Doesn't like people to bother him unless it is of vital importance. Loves to fight, but also loves to direct others in battle and sit on the sidelines.

Strengths: Because he spends so little time talking, he can spend more time analyzing situations and prevent himself from being caught in traps and the like.

Weaknesses: Can't make friends at all. Unless you get right to the point while telling him something, he will assume you are wasting his time and ignore you, even if your point is hugely important.

Secret: Orphan. Killed his parents when his powers went out of control (they got sucked down some quicksand)

Up for love?: Not really. If you can impress him (aka don't be an idiot) then he might open up enough.

Other: Really, really, REALLY likes to fight. Oh, he also loves to fight.

Name: Jerasila Ilmatar

Nickname: Jera, Zilla or Tsillah.

Age: 19.

Appearance: Jerasila is tall, about 5'6, with dark red hair and eyes so dark a murky brown in colour that they often look black. She's often seen wearing a dark blue dress, or a dark shirt and black cotton pants.

Personality: Cruel, evil, violent, cold-hearted, fiery, distant, determined and without mercy, Jerasila is a force to be reckoned with. As a child, she used to be kind, loving and all things good until a certain evil man beat the kindness out of her and replaced it with darkness, with evil. Jerasila did as he said and has changed because he changed her. She does not like these changes and is very afraid of herself. The only thing she kept from her old self was her temper, which is very short, very fiery and sometimes very violent. It's best if you don't make her mad--or then again, maybe you can distract her by making her angry. She's also very loyal to her adopted father and his family, his cause--even though she killed her entire family, though that's something she doesn't talk about. She acts all nice and friendly at first, but it's just an act to get you to trust her before she strikes.

Strengths: Jerasila relies heavily on her powers, even though she knows how to fight, and fight good (and dirty), with a sword, a dagger and the bow. Her favourite, and not to mention preferred, weapon is the bow, as she prefers long range combat to close-quarters combat. She also prefers her mercy dagger: Never think she's unarmed; she always has a dagger stashed somewhere on her person.

Weaknesses: Jerasila has an injury that she'd prefer you not to know about: she limps and hides it pretty well. If you were to strike her right knee very hard, she would fall. When she was younger, her father beat her, breaking her leg just above the knee, as well as the knee itself being damaged. Take away her ability to use her powers and she's not such a good fighter.

Secret: She's evil, but wasn't born that way, and killed her entire family, right down to her little two-year-old sister. Jerasila has a limp, and tries to hide it. She also has a few fears; She fears herself and what she has become; she wasn't always evil, you know. Jerasila suffers from a combination of Claustrophobia (fear of small/confined spaces) and Atychiphobia (fear of failure).

Up for love? Sure, if you can reach her.

Other: Weapons; Her bow, her mercy dagger and her sword.
Bow:
Dagger:
Sword:

Name: Dallas

Nickname: Das

Age: 16

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Personality: Dallas has a happy go lucky attiitude. He believes that there is a good side and a bad side to everything. He also believes that before everything you do, you have a choice. Despite Dallas looking like a tough thug he is actually awful at fighting and prefers to use his wits to defend himself, rather than this muscles. He is also often spotted day dreaming; usually about the cause of his parents murder. Due to his parents being assasinated when he was very young, Dallas is also incredibly weary about the world around him and can trust no one.

Strengths: He is incredibly smart, if not too much for his own good. He can also go long periods without feeling tired, his stamina is incredible.

Weaknesses: His hearing is actually very poor, or maybe it's just because he chooses not to listen. He also suffers much in cold weather conditions.

Secret: His deepest secret is that he knows he is the cause of his parents assasination. Also he likes to keep the way that he got the scars on his face a secret.

Up for love?: Yep.

Other: He much prefers to keep himself to himself than bother with other people, but with girls... well, that's a different matter.

Black Rose

I walked down the road in the dark of the night. Most of Pursana was asleep by now, but the odd person roamed the streets. I pulled my cloak closer to me. No body could see the sad emotion on my face. Memories of when I lost control echoed and replayed in my head. Monster, freak, animal. Just a few of the many names I had been called by my own parents. I felt a tear stream down my face, a tear only I knew about. The few people out at night stared at me like I was a freak, because I am a freak. I felt something hit the back of my head and stopped walking. I turned my head and saw a crumpled up sheet of paper on the ground.

I leaned down and picked it up, slowly uncrumpling it as I stood. In five small terribly written letters 'FREAK'. I clenched my fist, turning to whoever threw it. A much stronger looking man, (jock much?) was laughing. I felt my face redden, dropping the paper. I raised my right hand, looking at the dragon shape on the palm of my hand. I clenched my fist again, raising my fist and pointing it at him, a nearby vine lashed out and wrapped around his ankle, pulling him up into the air. I smirked evilly as his head hit the ground and he yelled out in pain. A nearby little girl, screamed.
"Monster!" Monster. I was a monster. I started weeping, and let the man fall. He yelled out again and jumped up.
"Freak, get out of town!" He came at me and punched me in the gut. I doubled over, then snapped my neck up, glaring at him. Not that he could see that.
"Not so tough now, are you freak?" Tears streamed down my face. I lashed out again, wrapping him completely in vines. I raised my other hand, snaking a vine around his neck and slowly tightening it.

Revan

I watched from a roof, slightly amused, as the woman attacked the poor man down below. I knew I should intervene, but...I didn't really want to. But my concsious got the better of me, for once.

I waved my hand slowly in a downward motion towards the female. The ground under her made a plop, and she began to sink into the earth.

"What?!" She gasped, looking down at the ground. I let her slide in till all that was visible was her body from the waist up, then slowed her progress down into the ground.

"Let that man go!" I yelled. Neither the attacker nor her victim were smart enough to look up, and I took a cetain pleasure in their confused glances around the road. "Let him go, or you'll be sorry!" Well. THAT was intimidating...I made a mental note to come up with better threats later.

I guess she was gonna go down swinging, as the man was still struggling. I waved my hand downward again, and the quicksand dragged her down a little farther.

She pushed her hands into the sand, trying to push herself out. I took this chance to completely solidify the ground. Now her hands and lower body were stuck in the ground. The vines wrapped around the man slackened, and he ripped them off and ran back down the road, sniffling. Whiner.

I jumped down from my perch and landed in front of the woman, the dust from the impact of my boots blowing into her face. She squirmed wildly, and I laughed.

"Lemme go, you stupid sonofa- ack!" I kicked some more dust in her face. Most of it brushed harmlessly againt her mask, but I made sure some went in her eyes. Need to knock her down a couple pegs, ya' know? You can't just go around, cussing out people and chocking them with plants. It just ain't right.

But I had seen the dragon tatoo on her arm. I knew what she was...one of my kind. No reason to start off such a promising relatonship on such a bad note, right? I turned the ground back into quicksand, then pulled her out by her armpits. When she was free she tried to run away, but I pinned her down and leaned over her.

She trid to wriggle away from my grasp, and that just made me chuckle. "Trust me, I'm stronger than you. Don't think you're little foliage trick will help you now..." She settled down then and just stared up at me. I reached up to take her mask off, but she whipped her head to the side out of my reach. I reached out again and she snapped her head to the other side. I sat on her chest heavily, held the top of her head with one hand, and began to peel off her mask.

She screeched and threw me off of her, but not before I caught a glimpse of the lower part of her face. She was...attractive.

She stood over me and kick me hard in the ribs, knocking the wind out of me. She then proceeded to kick me in the face and chest, hard. Didn't think such a pretty girl could be so brutal.

I shot my hand up into the air, showing her my dragon tatoo. She gasped and fell backwards, giving my the opportunity to stand up. Clutching my side, I limped over to where she stared up at me in shock.

"Yes," I said. "I'm- ow, one of your kind." I reached my hand out to help her up. "I'm Revan."

Dre

Is it wrong that at 11:30 PM, Hurrin time, after my shift had been over for an hour, I was still completely wired?

Eh. Doesn't matter.

I slithered down the hidden ladder and out onto the street, street lamps and muted starlight giving the concrete luminosity. I bounced once, twice, before taking off. In darkness, in Hurrin's biting cold, I ran for everything I should be worth.

As I ran, I shed the sweater I'd donned (a light one, as it had just been chilly in the shop today) and tied it around my waist with a bit of effort, winds picking up around me and not helping at all. But running in the cold was one of the most wonderful things I knew, so I let myself slide.

Almost literally, too. It'd rained today, and I slipped up on a corner. Not much though, seasoned runner I was, and I just rebalanced with a push of my fingerpads, sprinting down onto Twenty-Fourth. My sprawling city, flat and boring, offered one thing: distance. I longed, so much, to live in the mountains, but freaks of natures with premature tattoos didn't get very far. I was bound to Rocky Line Coffee for eternity.

I shoved the thought away with a strangled cry and kept running.