#ridersfm.intro

[ofdragns]

ADITYA SETHI / a study in repression, gentleness, and losing oneself to work ; a story of loss, loneliness and labour, culminating in accomplishment and satisfaction.

• blacksmith of lyris • proprietor of the amber forge • aged thirty-eight• resident of lyris for his whole life

glimmering silver emerging from fire and ash and steam, a perfect blade  ;  a haphazard yet sturdy stone-and-wood house filled with trinkets and a hearth always burning   ;  being lost in the woods at dusk, with only a loyal pet for company, trudging along through the underbrush

[ I. ] statistics.

full name : aditya sethi nicknames & aliases : dit, yaya

age : thirty-eight date of birth : the nineteenth day of the twelfth month, 1501 a.s. place of birth : residential district one, lyris

gender : cis man pronouns : he/him orientation : unknown

face claim : amar chadha-patel height : 1.85m / 6'1" hair : black, wavy eyes : black style of dress : non-flammable materials

occupation : blacksmith residence : above the amber forge

[ ii. ] history.

born to two ordinary citizens of lyris, aditya never really had aspirations of greatness. he was a fairly ordinary kid, though he preferred tinkering with anything he could get his hands on over conversation with other kids.

during his teenage years, aditya scored an apprenticeship with the then-owner of the amber forge, learning the craft of blacksmithing. he fell in love with it almost immediately, and has stuck with the profession ever since.

aditya's parents passed away when he was in his mid-twenties, due to illness, and since then he has been pretty much alone — he's friendly enough with a few people, but doesn't have anyone close enough to be considered family. but it doesn't bother the blacksmith — he's content with his forge and his pet dog, beanie.

[clverloom]

adelaide kane  &  cis woman  &  she/her     |     rhian greenbriar, the  member of squad 2  bonded with  nerys  for the past  ten years. they're  thirty, quite a contrast to  the  one hundred and eleven  of their  short horned red blade-tail. they’re known to be quite  curious, adaptable, empathetic, but on a bad day they can be kind of  anxious, impulsive, and judgmental. if separated from their dragon,  rhian  relies on a  falchion  to protect them.

・ ◟ full intro doc here.

i. basics.

name: rhian ( REE-an ) greenbriar ( GREEN-brai-ur ). nicknames: rhi. age: thirty. gender + pronouns: cis woman + she / her. orientation: pansexual. occupation: member of squad 2. weapon: falchion.

ii. physical.

height: 168cm / 5'6". hair: brunette, dark waves usually braided down her back. eyes: dark brown. piercings: none. faceclaim: adelaide kane.

iii. familial.

father: branwen greenbriar - alive . mother: andromeda greenbriar ( née mortimer ) deceased. siblings: none. significant other: none.

iv. dragon.

name: nerys. age known: one hundred and eleven. horns: short. color: red. tail: blade. length: 135 ft. wingspan: 190 ft. resembles: meleys, but smaller ( hotd ).

[longingwithstars]

either you had a book with your nose buried in it as you put one foot in front of the other or eyes in the sky watching the dragons flying around as staff tried to wrangle you in check until it was time to grow up. you were a child who stayed under the bed prepared to catch the monsters and under the bed until you hear the crown calling your name. you hid behind father and mother as you tried to not see all the darkness around but knowing the world you grew up in is a vicious place because its all you’ve known and maybe you don’t want to see such darkness anymore. eyes that burn with passion but can also turn cold with a single word. doing thing. well by sheer hard work and determination but fueled by spite. 

  statistics… 

# basic information.

official  name:  tahlia llywelyn.  nicknames:  tahlia, lia by a few.  noble  title:  crown princess.  age:  30.  birthplace:  lyris. gender:  cis woman.  pronouns:  she/her.  orientation:  pansexual & panromantic. monikers: the bright heir. preferred weapon:  bow & arrow.

# physical information.

faceclaim:  natasha liu bordizzo.  hair:  black.  eyes:  brown.  height:  5'7".  build:  slim & fit.  scent:  jasmine.  dominant  hand:  right.  allergies:  none.  scars:  vague & small above her eye.  distinguishing  features:  glaring eyes when focused.  clothing  style:  dresses made of various silks in light colors and other soft material & gold delicate jewelry.

# personality.

label:   the facade.   mbti:   esfp.   element:   fire.   star   sign:   leo.   temperament:   hot-headed.   deadly   sin:   lust.   heavenly   virtue:   temperance.   godly   parent:   dionysus.

# drives.

hobbies:  archery, drinking, studying alchemy.  alliance:  to her kingdom & to her family.  personal goals:  make her parents proud & be a great ruler with someone by her side who can help achieve that.  would they choose family or power?  says family but power does tempt her alot.

# familial ties.

parent one:  King Orion Llywelyn.  relationship:  father.  parent two:  Queen Consort Suyin Llywelyn. relationship:  mother.  spouse:  none yet. relationship:  tbd.  sibling:  Prince Bryn Llywelyn. relationship:  younger sibling.  sibling:  Princess Ivy Llywelyn. relationship:  youngest sister (twin).  sibling:  tba. relationship:  youngest sibling (twin). 

  narrative...

first born and future heir, Tahlia was born on a very hot, more than typical, day and she came out screaming as if to let the world know she had arrived. doted from a young age, many told them how not only was she adorable and that she had the face of angel but that she was destined for great things. tahlia was a quiet child, always her head in an alchemy book or eyes in the sky watching the dragons fly.

Tahlia from a young age was taught by her scholars that the greatest idea was for Lyris to be prosperous and she couldn't agree more with them. she was a quick learner, following along what ever learning they had for her as well as many other quick lessons. she did develop a knack for alchemy and spends her free time working on various projects she hopes can help her people.

when Tahlia became of age, oh how her life changed. She was out there being amongst the people and attending sessions with her father. she knows her whole life has been planned for her the moment she was born and sometimes has had thoughts of what would her life be if she could do something different but knows to put those thoughts behind. she wants to continue the family legacy. she has heard of the calamity that is at the kingdoms gates and knows that she must do what she can to stop it from causing more destruction.

Personality wise, Tahlia is your typical social butterfly who enjoys being the crown princess. can talk your ear off like no other but has a way that when they are with others, they just blurt everything to her. is known for her love of alchemy from such a young age that has only grown that she can talk your ear off about the subject. Tahlia can be a bit sarcastic and reckless, maybe it comes with everything having somehow always been in her favor and knowing she has others around who can support her. Tahlia can be very blunt as she isn’t one to sugar coat things ( if you’re straight with her, she’ll be the same with you ). has aspirations to be a dragon rider (maybe a little bit jealous of hearing her mom and siblings talk about their bond with their dragon) as she thinks its one way she can help protect her people.

Ships came natural to her, whether being able to make friends real easy or jumping straight into a relationship with someone. with friends, she’ll be loyal, the one to take care of you when sick, the one you could use for any excuse. though the minute you cross her or if you do something to her siblings, its over between you both and might fight you. with love, she loves the idea of love to a fault but she loves the chase aka the honeymoon phase. once the fire dies down, she’ll either dip before it gets serious or does something dumb to mess it up. just know that once its over, she’s on to the next person she finds with thoughts in the back of one day finding something true but knows it can be a weakness (even though she sees the relationship her parents have and wants something like that).

— OPEN CONNECTIONS;; 

ride or die ( open to one ) ;; the bestie, the platonic soulmate, the one she would do anything for, maybe they have pet names for each other, etc. they are the best of friends and no one can tear them apart (maybe?).

exes ( open to two ) ;; honestly, i just like exes. bonus points if there’s still tension and hook up but then regret it or if they’re just really good friends now with no tension at all. maybe they hook up here because tension is there. i love all options.

will they, wont they ( open to one ) ;; essentially a flirtationship. they flirt too much that others assume that they are dating or are going to at some point. maybe the idea has been on one of their mind but they are too good of friends to ever cross that line (?).

one (or more) night stand/ fling ( open to many ) ;; one night, she was maybe a little bit down and needed something to pick her up. this worked. or maybe they met up at the bar or a party and it just happened. whether it’s turned into a regular thing or was just one night can be determined later.

old friends ( open to a few ) ;; maybe they were friends early in their lives or another way, but somehow, they fell apart. maybe she did something stupid and drove them away (could be fun for plotting purposes).

party buddies ( open to a few ) ;; she isn’t one to say no to a night of drinks and partying that leads to her regretting in the morning. just know she is ready for night 2 if they are prepared.

enemies / frenemies ( open to one ) ;; however these enemies/frenemies became known to each other can be determined later, but either way, dislike / hate / talk about each other behind their backs.

honestly anything else you can think of, i’m down for!!

[zealoxs]

Kyree Feng ; member of squad two ; twenty-eight years old ; RIDER

Devotion tastes like muddy bread and duty is a reward for being last in line. Always loyal to the highest bidder for all is fair in hunger and war. There are no friends like enemies, and the worst foe in the midst of this chaos is yourself.

He was called an orphan from a very young age, but he was not. Kyree had a family he refused to acknowledge. A mother who forgot his name at the second full moon since his birth and a father who disappeared when he left the woman's warm sheets and returned to his wife next door.

Kyree's first name was forgotten, but the second name followed him for longer than he would have preferred —bastard—. Dishonour was his best friend until he learned to wield his hand and punch the noses of children who laughed at his misfortune. He left his home and his mother behind when he was old enough to no longer care for no one but himself.

Becoming a rider was not a dream nor a matter of pride, but a necessity to earn a coin and find something to call his own. He had no skills other than his fists and his foul mouth, taming a dragon should have been as easy as stealing bread from the baker but it was not. Kyree was not taught to understand the real meaning of forging a bond, and the boy standing in line next to him cracked a laugh when the bastard was face to face with Weiyi, the wounded dragon. Both of them gave the boy a piercing glance, perhaps that was the epitome of their bond.

His and Weiyi's story will be posted later.

[exdraconi]

ˋ°•*⁀➷  jai piyawat ratanaporn  ,  he  /  them  :

member of squad three. thirty. rider to phayanak. kind, conscientious && attentive ╱ reticent, self-critical && zealous.

gentle  hands  guiding  you  on  your  first  steps,  the  cold  that  seeps  into  your  bones  in  their  absence,  the  warmth  that  welcomes  you  in  the  form  of  a  creature  you  would  not  expect,  the  fire  burning  bright  within  you  to  protect  those  you  care  about.  the  wind  that  brushes  your  hair,  the  ground  that  disappears  under  your  feet,  the  sky  that  welcomes  you  home

BIOGRAPHY

( death, illness tw )

you  are  raised  with  warm  hands  cradling  you.  helping  you  on  your  first  steps,  tucking  a  knitted  hat  over  your  ears  during  winter,  the  smell  of  herbal  tea  whenever  you  fall  ill.  there's  always  a  warm  bowl  of  porridge  when  you  come  home,  and  a  calloused  hand  to  run  through  your  dark  hair. you  only  have  your  mother,  but  never  once  do  you  feel  like  your  family  is  half,  for  her  presence  fills  every  room  she  steps  in.  you  swear  that  her  smile  can  rival  the  sun. she's  a  physician,  loved  and  well-regarded  through  the  kingdom.  a  lot  of  people  come  and  go  to  see  her,  plenty  of  visitors  stopping  by,  some  having  to  stay  for  longer  amounts  of  time,  some  leaving  as  soon  as  they  have  been  treated.  you  start  helping  her  from  a  young  age,  and  she  teaches  you  her  craft. you  want  to  be  like  her  when  you  grow  up.  to  help  people,  regardless  of  who  they  are.  you  want  to  be  the  warmth  of  a  home  she  offers  to  others,  and  you  work  hard  to  learn  and  become  her  apprentice. life  is  great  — until  everything  turns  upside  down.  you  are  away  from  home  for  a  school  trip,  only  for  a  few  days,  when  you  return  to  find  your  mother  on  the  bed,  bandages  wrapped  around  her,  injuries  littering  her  frame  that  even  her  medicine  cannot  heal. other  healers  tell  you  it's  the  infection  that  takes  her  life,  slowly  spreading,  making  her  more  and  more  feverish,  less  coherent.  but  you  know  better  that  it  was  someone.  someone  you  don't  know,  someone  who  did  this  to  her.  even  in  her  last  days,  she  refuses  to  tell  you,  not  wanting  to  fill  your  heart  with  ill  thoughts.  you  don't  want  to  spend  your  last  moments  with  her  poorly,  so  you  do  not  ask  one  more  time,  yet  you  know  it  to  be  impossible. she  passes  on  a  rainy  day.  you  are  sure  you  will  never  be  the  same  again. that  same  week,  you  meet  phayanak.  he  becomes  your  ray  of  light  through  the  ever-consuming  grief.  giving  you  purpose,  making  you  realize  that  while  medicine  is  a  way  to  help,  there  is  a  much  better  way  out  there to  protect  others  before  they  come  to  harm,  before  any  evil  can  be  spread  to  the  innocent. he  becomes  your  companion,  and  your  most  trusted  friend. it  becomes  an  easy  choice  to  join  the  squad,  and  you  do  everything  in  your  power  to  be  a  good  member.  in  your  heart,  you  will  always  seek  the  truth  of  what  happened  to  your  mother,  but  protecting  lyris  keeps  you  busy.  gives  you  a  purpose  you  desperately  needed  all  those  years  ago.  and  you  swear  to  yourself  that  you  will  do  it  well,  no  matter  what.

[battlewear]

SOME  MIGHT  HATE  AND  THEY  WAIT  ON  YOUR  FALL  (  OH  ) . THEY  DON'T  KNOW  THERE'S  A  GRACE  FOR  IT  ALL  (  OH  ) . MY  FLAWS  DON'T  MAKE  ME BEAUTIFUL  AND  REAL ,  ALL  YOU  FAKE  CANNOT  COMPARE . OH  ,  YOU'RE  PERFECTLY  A  MASTERPIECE AND  ALL  OF  ME,  EVEN  MY  SCARS . . . EVEN  MY  SCARS  ,  YEAH .

LIO KANROJI ; A  TALE  OF  :  TOMIOKA GIYU  (  KIMETSU NO YAIBA  )  ;  LEVI ACKERMAN  (  SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN  )  ;  HIEI  (  YU YU HAKUSHO  )  ;  ABYSS WATCHERS  (  DARK SOULS 3  )  ;  BYAKUYA KUCHIKI  (  BLEACH  )  .

mackenyu  &  gender non - conforming  &  he + they     |     lio kanroji, the squad 2 vice captain bonded with amaris for the past twelve years. they’re twenty - seven, quite a contrast to the one hundred thirty - seven of their long horn black blade-tail. they’re known to be quite disciplined and diplomatic, but on a bad day they can be kind of aloof and strict. if separated from their dragon, lio relies on a crossbow to protect them.     |     you may have been born small, but you will die a colossus ; feet together and hand angled into a perfect salute, flying among the skies breathes life into a body that was once a shell, but you find true purpose when you join the ranks. living to serve, there’s no greater honor ; you’re the first to rise, first to the training grounds, first to finish your meal and first to leave the barracks. why is everything a race to you? why do you run like you’re running out of time? ; you’re hard on your squad, flipping them during training and bruising them with snaps from your wooden sword. you scowl at the moans for mercy and command them to stand. they need to be ready for all that approaches, they need to live and breathe and prosper once the dust has settled. otherwise, to walk through a battlefield soaked in the blood of your comrades is to admit that you will never escape the legacy of failure that you were born into.

GENERAL .

FULL NAME : kanroji , lio .

REASON FOR NAME : his mother named him lio , saying that his cries mirrored that of a lion . it is quite ironic now , given how selective he is with his words .

NICKNAME : none .

REASON FOR NICKNAME : n / a .

AGE : tewnty - seven .

GENDER : gender non - conforming .

PLACE OF BIRTH : he was born in eonach to a lower - class farming couple and raised on their small farmland .

BIRTHDAY : august 11th .

CURRENTLY LIVING IN : he currently lives in lyria , having been a resident since he relocated at age fifteen .

SPECIES / RACE : human / dragon rider .

ETHNICITY : of japanese descent .

OCCUPATION : squad 2 vice captain .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : pansexual .

BACKGROUND

& you are named after a lion for your loud cries , vocal when you cry out with emotion but otherwise muted . instead , you observe the world around you as your reality drowns you in mundane . being of use has always filled your heart with a feeling of accomplishment . you silently pray every night before you rest in the small room that you share with your grandmother : please , god , let me be something every minute of every hour of my life . to say that your life has a humble beginning would be overly modest . your father tends to the dying crops that he inherited from his father ⸻ the same crops that you will inherit from him . your mother tends to the two horses you house in the barn , too malnourished to sell or work , but she cannot bear to let them go . your grandmother , with hands worn from a lifetime of spinning silk , makes blankets at a snails pace , too slow to turn a prophet . money isn't important to you , not even when you are taunted for the various stitches that mend the holes in your clothes , but to submit to the idea of a life of this , it would be to live as a soulless shell . you want to touch the sky , the feel the clouds that you sleep upon in your dreams . you want more .

& when you speak up of your dreams , it is loud , a lion's cry . you leave with an address of a mentor scribbled on crumbled paper , a basket of pastries that your father spent a dinner's worth of gold pieces on and your grandmother's blanket draped over your shoulders . you can always come back , you mother expresses , eyes glossed with tears ⸻ she's wrong . to come back to this life would be to admit defeat , but you nod to soothe her heart and leave to find the hidden city .

& under your mentorship in lyria , you work harder than you ever have in your young life , aspiring to become a rider at the next opportunity . when no dragon selects you at your first ceremony , it's almost enough to break your spirit . you toss and turn in bed that night under your grandmother's blanket , the idea of going back home to a legacy of just scraping by plaguing you like a nightmare . you wake up determined , the first one in and the last one out with the need to prove yourself lighting a fire under you .

& amaris stuns you with her beauty as she bows her head to you , so much so that she has to nudge you with her tail to encourage you to grace her back . you'll never forget the first time you took to the sky with the dragon that had chosen you . the air that fills your lungs fills your shell with a long lost soul as well .

& you continue to practice discipline when you join squad two , working yourself to nothing to set an example . becoming vice captain is your crowning achievement ; it adorns your family name in prestige , from misfortunate farmers to a commander of the skies . you send for your family the moment you are able , moving them to lyria to bask in the life success has blessed you with . you are tough on your squad and secretive of how , after a long day , you return home to cater to your family , for the day never ends for you until you've fallen asleep at the dinner table , your grandma draping her newest creation over you as you finally sleep .

[dracvnic]

lewis tan  &  cis man  &  he + him     |     lucien tsui, the vice captain of squad one bonded with saskia for the past twenty two years. they're thirty seven, quite a contrast to the dragon’s eight hundred and five of their long horned grey ridge tail. they’re known to be quite adaptable , dauntless ,  resourceful + trust-worthy, but on a bad day they can be kind of aloof ,  irascible , ruthless + vindicative. if separated from their dragon, lucien relies on a serrated longsword to protect them.     |     fire set deep within a ruthless gaze , combat leathers that have seen both blood and tears ,  faint laughter lines adorning tired eyes , the shift in temperature as a storm approaches + the scent of citrus and musk on unmade sheets.

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗰𝘀 ,

name. lucien tsui. nicknames. luce. age. thirty7. birthday. 2nd day of the fifth month, 1503 a.s. birthplace. luthair. gender. cis man. orientation. pansexual. occupation. vice captain of squad one. weapon of choice. a serrated long sword named shāshǒu.

𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗺 ,

height. 198 cm ( 6'5 ). build. click here. hair color. black. hair style. click here. eye color. off black. notable features. three scars on his left cheek bone from his father's rings. piercings. earlobes. style. click here.

𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗹𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ,

personality type. entp. moral alignment. neutral good. enneagram. type 8 — the challenger. theme song. welcome to the jungle by ac/dc. character inspiration. kingfisher ( quicksilver ). cassian ( acotar ). finan ( the last kingdom ). harwin strong ( house of the dragon ). hobbies. sparing. traveling. spending time with saskia. drinking far too much malt. practicing and studying alchemy. finding the best baked goods in lyris. dislikes. being underestimated. bitter food. the feeling of cotton on his skin. the smell of mildew. anyone who harms their loved ones.

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻

name. saskia. age. eight hundred and five. birthplace. unknown. gender. woman. color. grey. horns. long. tail. ridge. appearance. click here.

𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

born the son of thieves, lucien was told that he would never amount to anything more than that, but being born on the hottest day of the fifth month meant luce had fire in his veins. he refused to let that be his fate— wanting more for himself than stealing someone's hard earned money when lucien could make a difference in the world. despite his intelligence, and physical capabilities, his father did what he could to beat lucien down— leaving him with scars that are now no more than proof he survived. his mother once told him he had a warrior's heart, and sure enough, lucien was determined to prove her right by dedicating whatever free time he had to train, and familiarize himself with a sword. he was happy to be a foot solider, or even a city watchman— but that was until lucien had his first encounter with a dragon, and it's rider. the creature was intimidating, but the challenge of becoming a rider made his heart sing, and lucien returned home that evening and quietly begged his mother to help him with his newfound dream. she had always been loyal to his father, but the light in lucien's eyes— his drive was enough to convince her that a life as thief wasn't for her only son and at the ripe age of fifteen, lucien answered the call for riders. it didn't matter that lucien might not be chosen, he still held his chin high and that proved to attract the eye of a dragon who hadn't bonded in nearly a century. she did her best to shake the ground he confidently stood atop of, but it only made lucien bend at the knee in respect. the bond was earned, and the two quickly fell into a routine of training whilst they learned more about each other, one year turning into two, and before he knew it, a decade had passed for lucien. though, it didn't come without blood, and tears, and the process of becoming the skilled rider he is today was a feat he wouldn't wish upon his worst enemy. yet lucien never gave up, and slowly found himself climbing the ranks of squad one, proving that his warrior heart bled true and he could be relied on to lead their riders. being content in life will most likely always feel foreign to lucien but the last two decades has given him enough time to carve out a place of familiarity to lie his head. lucien spends his day consumed by his duties as vice captain but in lyris, it didn't feel like work knowing he could do it in a city that he dreamt of living in as a boy. thus his devotion to it, and no amount of darkness would drive lucien away from protecting it but a part of him wonders if its somehow the past coming back to haunt him.

[longingwithstars]

midnight is when you come alive as you make your way through the shadows guarding a home you've only known. sarcasm was always your best friend and easily rolls of your tongue. vulnerability hidden beneath layers of confidence and steel. silver ring clad callous fingers with faint bruises from years of training. heavy is the will one wears as a cap when a job means everything to survive.

  statistics… 

# basic information.

official  name: rhodes karstark.  nicknames:  rhody, only to those he is close to.  noble  title:  none.  age:  25.  birthplace:  eonach but raised in lyris. gender:  cis man.  pronouns:  he/him.  orientation:  pansexual & panromantic. monikers: the sworn fighter. preferred weapon:  two swords.

# physical information.

faceclaim:  archie renaux.  hair:  black.  eyes:  brown.  height:  6'1".  build:  athletic & built.  scent:  cedarwood.  dominant  hand:  right.  allergies:  none.  scars:  small & faded ones on him from years of training.  distinguishing  features: sharp piercing brown eyes.  clothing  style:  traditional style in dark color though tries not to have too many layers on to allow easy movement & two silver rings and thin silver chain.

# personality.

label:   the prodigy.   mbti:   isfj.   element:   water.   star   sign:   pisces.   temperament:   takes a bit to get him angry.   deadly   sin:   gluttony.   heavenly   virtue:   humility.   godly   parent:   ares.

# drives.

hobbies:  training, sword fighting, horse riding, reading. alliance:  to lyris & to himself.  personal goals:  be known for being a good fighter & make a legacy that his parents would've been proud of.  would they choose family or power?  his chosen family, they took him and he swears his life to them.

# familial ties.

parent one:  unknown karstark.  relationship:  father. deceased.  parent two:  unknown karstark. relationship:  mother. deceased.  spouse:  none yet. relationship:  tbd.  sibling:  only child. relationship:  n/a.

  narrative... tw: death mentions & self-deprecating thoughts

born on a cold and dreadfully rainy night, Yujun's birth was a difficult one and sadly only the child survived, leaving him to spend his first seven years with just his father who them moved them both to Lyris to start anew. He was a tough man who lived his entire life as a city guard and it was expected for Rhodes to follow in his footsteps. His father was highly skilled and regarded for his talent and who was known for training others that when he could, he started teaching his son.

Rhodes was a natural, a prodigy in his father's eyes and was youngest to join in the guard but sadly in his first training session outside, tragedy stuck. It happened so fast and his father was gone, fully alone for the first time. Though thanks to his talents and maybe his sad story, the other guards took him in and he became a part of their family. He pledged himself to be a great city guard and promised to do whatever he could as he felt indebted to them.

the rest of his childhood and into his adulthood, Rhodes trained in horseback riding and sword fighting day in & night out, like his life depended on it. in his mind: it did as a small thought always echoed your skill, your talent, is the only reason you are something, if you lose that then you are no one. he was the baby of the group, happy to not have to worry about much and just focus on one thing, though everyone always tells him to stop being to serious. "enjoy your youth, rhodey" is what he gets told alot but how can he can when its something he doesn't know how to do.

Personality wise, is too smart for his own good and knows it. he is in all around good dude who wears his heart on his sleeves. loves to prove others wrong about him (been in many fights against people who didn't believe in his talents). he is really the poster guy of ‘looks like can kill you if provoked but is an actual cinnamon roll'. loves to train like so much and always looking for others to train with. also has a love for horse riding, one of his favorite past times along with his secret love of reading. many think he is this brood and mysterious knight but he is far from that.

Ships wise, when it comes to friends is there for them. loyal to a fault for them and yes will be honest with them about things. he will give advice and if they don’t take it, is like oh well and then if something happens would probably tell you I told you so afterwards. won't admit it but he is that dad friend. as for relationships, he may not look it but is an actual romantic. like gives you flowers or gifts, maybe even offer to take them riding or go on walks, he’s that type of guy. but also because he is out-going most likely has slept around. though its going to take alot to get rhodes to focus on something else besides being a guard.

— OPEN CONNECTIONS;; 

ride or die ( open to one ) ;; the bestie, the platonic soulmate, the one he would do anything for, maybe they have names for each other, etc. they are the best of friends and no one can tear them apart (maybe?).

exes ( open to two ) ;; honestly, i just like exes. bonus points if there’s still tension and hook up but then regret it or if they’re just really good friends now with no tension at all. maybe no feelings but still hook up. i love all options.

will they, wont they ( open to one ) ;; essentially a flirtationship. they flirt too much that others assume that they are dating or are going to at some point. maybe the idea has been on one of their mind but they are too good of friends to ever cross that line (?).

one (or more) night stand/ fling ( open to many ) ;; one night, he was maybe a little bit down and needed something to pick him up. this worked. or maybe they met after a few drinks and it just happened. whether it’s turned into a regular thing or was just one night can be determined later.

old friends ( open to a few ) ;; maybe they were friends early in their lives or met in i their teen years but somehow, they fell apart. maybe he did something stupid and drove them away (could be fun for plotting purposes).

late nite buddies/confident ( open to a few ) ;; always up late, either reading or training. maybe they meet up to talk, eat or maybe no talking happens and they enjoy the company while each does their own thing. possibly also act as confidents for each other

enemies / frenemies / rivals ( open to one ) ;; maybe they were training rivals or always trying to out do one another. however these two became known to each other can be determined later, but either way, they dislike / hate / talk about them behind each others back.

honestly anything else you can think of, i’m down for!!

[exdraconi]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ élliott  'eli'  moreau , they / them / any :

minister of defense. forty - four. born in lyris. calm, collected && strategic. ╱ cold, stern && pessimistic.

nights  spent  holed  up  in  libraries,  reading  over  the  history,  the  people  who  have  come  before  you.  strategies  that  you  spend  days  on  perfecting,  the  tricky  path  of  being  a  soldier,  then  a  politician.  a  cold  bed,  the  candlelight  that  burns  through  the  night,  a  messy  bedroom,  littered  with  books,  a  duty  on  your  shoulders  that  you  carry  as  your  life's  purpose.

BIOGRAPHY

you  are  a  child  born  with  great  expectations  on  your  shoulders.  there  is  a  hand  on  each  of  them,  nails  digging  into  the  fabric  of  your  pristine  uniforms.  you  stand  ram-rod  straight,  not  a  single  piece  of  hair  out  of  line. study  hard,  élliot,  do  your  family  proud.  they  don't  really  give  you  a  choice. you  are  the  quiet  kid  in  the  classroom,  sitting  near  the  front,  even  when  it  makes  you  squirm.  you  take  methodical  notes  on  each  lesson  and  don't  go  out  during  recess.  you  hear  the  whispers  about  the  type  of  family  you  come  from,  and  you  pretend  not  to  hear  them  at  all.  silver  spoon  in  his  mouth,  a  fortune  already  in  his  name,  he  doesn't  have  to  work  at  all  to  thrive.  look  at  him,  thinking  he's  better  than  us  all.  —  rumors  stick,  and  you  act  as  if  they  don't  sting. the  rumors  hold  a  semblance  of  truth,  yet  not  the  entirety  of  what  it  means  to  be  élliot  moreau. it  is  the  truth:  if  you  continue  doing  what  they  wish,  and  become  the  perfect  child,  the  perfect  heir.  in  exchange,  you  give  up  your  soul.  imprisoned  in  a  cold,  lifeless  manor,  a  gilded  cage,  sharp  eyes  looking  down  at  you,  spending  your  entire  life  by  yourself.  a  lie:  carving  out  that  perfect  mask  of  pretense,  a  carbon  copy  of  everything  your  parents  wish  you  to  be. it  takes  years  for  you  to  realize  you  don't  want  to  take  up  the  mantle  of  your  father's  trade  business.  you  do  not  care  about  the  gold,  or  the  riches  that's  bestowed  upon  you.  you  are  a  teen  when  you  tell  them  this,  clenched  fists,  nails  digging  into  your  palms.  you  want  to  go  to  different  kingdoms  to  study,  to  find  your  own  self.  to  become  anyone  else  but  your  father.  you  don't  expect  their  reaction  to  be  positive,  though  you  hardly  expect  it  to  be  this  harsh. broken  glass  under  your  feet,  he  calls  you  foolish,  ungrateful.  what's  worse  is  that  your  mother  does  not  say  a  thing  at  all.  she  asks  you  not  to  return  if  that's  your  final  decision.  your  father  agrees. you  tell  them  it  is.  and  just  like  that,  a  new  leaf  is  turned  in  the  book  of  your  life.  from  then  on,  you  tell  everyone  to  call  you  'eli',  for  the  name  élliot  reminds  you  too  much  of  the  times  it  has  been  uttered  with  a  reprimand,  with  something  too  close  to  hatred. you  travel  to  different  kingdoms,  train  under  different  tutors.  history  and  strategy  turn  out  to  be  your  true  calling,  and  it's  almost  a  decade  before  you  come  back  home,  but  as  an  entirely  different  person.  you  realize  you  have  been  running  all  these  years,  and  want  to  be  home.  to  do  something  useful  for  once. you  work  in  military  for  a  few  years,  your  habit  of  discipline  and  pedantry  has  both  its  ups  and  downs.  your  higher-ups  point  you  in  another  direction,  and  you  start  working  for  the  government.  next  half  of  your  life  is  spent  there. now,  years  and  years  down  the  line,  as  the  minister  of  defense,  you  realize  you  have  even  more  burden  on  your  shoulders.  to  keep  an  entire  kingdom  safe,  to  make  sure  your  decisions  are  seamless  to  minimize  casualties.  you  accept  your  position  with  grace  and  a  drive  to  be  as  perfect  as  possible.  it's  a  task  you're  doomed  to  fail,  which  you  know,  but  it  does  not  stop  you  from  working  hard. now,  with  the  rumors  of  a  mist  nearing  your  nation,  there  is  no  room  for  any  mistakes.  you  know  this,  and  will  do  everything  in  your  power,  and  more,  to  make  sure  no  harm  comes  to  anyone  living  on  these  lands.

[battlewear]

I'M  A  BIG  DEAL  ,  I  GET  SICK  AND  TIRED  OF  HOLDIN'  IT  IN  .  RICH  BLOOD  ,  YOU  CAN  PROBABLY  SEE  THE  GOLD  IN  MY  SKIN  .  I'M  MORE  THAN  A  GIRL  ,  WON'T  LET  THE  TROUBLES  OF  THE  WORLD  COME  WEIGH  ME  DOWN  .  BUT  ANGELS  MAKE  A  WAY  SOMEHOW  AND  IF  WE  FALL ,  WE  FALL  ON  CLOUDS  .  .  .

COUNTESS WISTAR ; A  TALE  OF  :  GENKAI  (  YU YU HAKUSHO  )  ;  T'CHALLA  (  BLACK  PANTHER  )  ;  ARTORIAS OF THE ABYSS  (  DARK  SOULS  )  ;  MELANIA  (  ELDEN RING  )  ;  THE  NAMELESS  KING  (  DARK  SOULS  3  )  .

angela basset  &  cis woman  &  she + her     |     countess wistar, the judicial arm member bonded with altair for the past fifty - one years. they’re sixty - six, quite a contrast to the nine hundred sixty - seven of their antlered white whip-tail. they’re known to be quite loyal and dignified, but on a bad day they can be kind of critical and harsh. if separated from their dragon, tessa relies on a double bladed polearm to protect them.     |     the dual blades of your battle worn polearm was born from tragedy, once existing as a pair of swords belonging to twin sisters, cursed when a single plunge baptized the two in familial blood. along the shaft sits a gilded engraving: “for nothing but death could reunite me with the one who shares my face. with every strike, with every blow, with the crack of armor and mask, i meet my match where space meets time at the edge of the worldline.” it has tasted far more blood in your hands — the kind that has stained your hands red ; your warrior spirit will live on even when you perish, your legacy will immortalize you on parchment and in stone. your father may have met his end with a reputation corroded by shame, but you honor him with a bequest that transcends the stars that you’ve flown close enough to touch ; as a youth, you were discouraged to dream. your desires were yours to manifest and capture, to claw into until crimson beads pooled from the punctures. you’ve fought for so long, blade dulling just to be sharpened again. now, you take to your judicial thrown, your dragon sits at your feet and your hands quiver, hungry to wield steel once more ; there’s a darkness in your eyes, a heat to the blood in your veins and a thirst to be chosen for battle — one that will never die ; a countess birthed from the tarnished castle of a nameless king, your father taught you that victory grants entrance into a warrior’s solace. the sharpness of your eyes, even now, is a reminder of the warning you grace all that stand across from you. “I am Countess. Rider of Altair. And I have never known defeat.”

GENERAL .

FULL NAME : countess wistar .

REASON FOR NAME : she was born as the only daughter to the disgraced king of an unknown kingdom . the surname " wistar " coming from he who discovered the divine properties of wistaria flowers and their ability to ward off evil . her true surname is unknown , as wistar is the name that she took upon entering lyria in search of a new start . her father named her " countess " to ensure that , regardless of how their status as a kingdom may dwindle , his daughter would always be addressed with nobility .

NICKNAME : tessa .

REASON FOR NICKNAME : affectionate name given to her by her father . she is not partial to nicknames and does not take lightly to being addressed in such a friendly tone by unfamiliars , especially with how important her given name is to her .

AGE : sixty - six .

GENDER : cis woman .

PLACE OF BIRTH : she was born to a small kingdom that was hidden amongst a forest of hanging wisteria , keeping it a secret from most of the world . it was ruled by the son of a dragon rider from marefell , known in limited scriptures as the lord of cinder . there are limited and scattered texts that tell how the lord of cinder's son went against his father's quest of power by using his bonded dragon to conquer . instead the king bonded with a battleworn and wounded dragon , with whom he healed with his kingdom's wisteria , and had no interest in welcoming conflict into his kingdom , thus making an enemy out of his father . disowned , the king was stripped of his name , as was his kingdom . simply known as " the nameless king " , countess lived with her father in their oasis until plague wilted the wisteria blossoms from the vines and her father fell to illness .

BIRTHDAY : september 13th .

CURRENTLY LIVING IN : countess migrated to the hidden city of lyria at age fourteen following the fall of her disgraced kingdom . taking a new surname , she's lived in the city ever since , serving a number of roles from squad member up to her current position of judicial arm .

SPECIES / RACE : human / dragon rider .

ETHNICITY : of african descent .

OCCUPATION : judicial arm member .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual .

BACKGROUND

& your grandfather is more urban legend than man ⸻ you are to address him as lord , you're carefully instructed by your father whose hands tremble when he gently sweeps the loose curls out of your eyes . you're presented to him adorned in wisteria blossoms in your hair clips , on your bracelets and woven into your dress ; the mark of prosperity for a young child , the holy to fend off the evil . the lord of cinder looks from your heterochromatic eyes to the trail of purple you leave in your path and his nose turns up . " black eyes stained with gray is the mark of an omen . do you think that your blossoms can cure this misfortune ? " your father's hands tremble once more as you return home to your kingdom hidden in the bloom . that night , you look closely at his dragon , noticing the white of its eyes and scars that line its scales ⸻ it has been worn by battle , but its eyes close and it breathes , soothed by your father's kind touch . you learn as he carries you to bed that night that your father was born with too much heart , deep feelings and empathy that the lord of cinder also saw in the eyes that you inherited from him . you hold on tight to him , your small arms around his shoulders , and promise to also find strength in kindness .

& you witness the death of your kingdom as the wisteria wilt and your father becomes ill . disowned by the living myth of the lord of cinder , he is stripped of his name and nobility . he , the nameless king of a forgotten kingdom casted in his father's shadow . you watch him remove and lock away his family crest and he willingly wipes his name from history , however , it's not until the passing of his dragon that you see him weep in a way that makes him mortal in your eyes . he dies in your arms in an empty kingdom , his precious wisteria turned rotten and lining the streets . the bitterness in your heart breaks your promise . you no longer see kindness as strength , not when you father gave everything just to be casted aside . you leave that night without looking back , your father's family crest against your chest and under your cloak .

& altair appears bathed in moonlight with eyes of blue . you hear their voice in your head , wise beyond your comprehension , seeing you for your wounded heart . you straighten your spine , trying to appear proud , staking your claim to your nobility , but the antlered dragon speaks to you with a voice that heals like your father's hands . the stone of your face cracks to match the fractures in your heart as you kneel to the dragon , hands forward as if to offer your heart in your open palms . " i am not omen nor misfortune . please , let me be something . please , show me that kindness is strength . " it's the first time you've cried for your father . it feels endless as you wail , altair wrapping their whip - tail around you .

& you're not very vocally expressive , but your actions speak when you can't find the words . you enter the city of lyria with a new surname , but keep your given name as it's meaning is something you hold close . the passion in you overflows , your motivation unbreakable . every time you fall , you stand up even stronger , whipping your bladed polearm around with proficiency . altair chooses you and it makes you feel validated ⸻ less omen and more blessed . the scent of wisteria follows you into battle as you still braid the blossoms into your hair . as you rise in ranks , enter and exit battle with hands stained red , you grasp the crest of the lord of cinder as a reminder of that of which fuels you . you repeat your father's words of victory being a warrior's solace , though as you mature , you realize that victory takes many forms . victory is the smiling faces of those that you have sworn to protect , victory is the partnership you have with the dragon that carries you through the skies , victory is the strength to pray for those you have slain despite their ill intentions .

& you are made to retire almost by force , your polearm far from having its fill of competition . taking the judicial arm position honors you greatly as you gaze down upon the new generation of young riders , the fire in their eyes bringing a rare smile upon your face . there's an intimidating factor to you now as you carry yourself with such grace and power , however , you aim to empower these new riders and continue to protect your new home in the hidden city of lyria . with word getting out that you are looking for an apprentice , the group of young hopefuls that approach you warms the heart in you that has since healed. you go to your dragon , caressing their face , lips falling agape when altair curls against you and closes their eyes . you have kind hands .

& the tears you cry this time are of happiness .

[ofdragns]

BRYN LLYWELYN / a study in naïveté, growing up, and shirking one's responsibilities ; a story of loyalty to oneself & one's family, at the expense of all else

• rider of ardenach • second prince of lyris • aged twenty-eight • rider for the past six years

laying beneath a tree in the midst of  a field of wildflowers in full bloom   ;  a lake’s surface, inches of crystal-clear ice revealing the inky depths beneath  ;  summer days when it feels like you’re drowning in air, without the slightest hint of a breeze to ease the heat   ;  the crunch of pebbles beneath your feet on a well-worn hiking path high in the mountains   ;  a faded and frayed tapestry hanging on a wall, disguising a hidden passage

[ I. ] statistics.

full name : prince bryn eirwen llywelyn nicknames & aliases : bee, bells, bree title/s : their royal highness, captain

age : twenty-eight date of birth : the seventh day of the fourth month, 1512 a.s. place of birth : the royal palace, lyris

gender : gender non conforming pronouns : she/they orientation : bisexual

face claim : jessie mei li height : 160 cm / 5'3" hair : black, long, wavy eyes : black style of dress : anything heavily embroidered — prefers heavier fabrics, and clothes that are easy to move in. blouses and jackets, wide-skirted dresses, etc.

occupation : dragon rider rank : captain of squad 3 weapon : throwing knives

[ II. ] dragon.

name : ardenach nicknames & aliases : arden, akki

age : five hundred & seventy-nine date of birth : the fifteenth day of the second month, 961 a.s. place of birth : cadwyn cyfandir mountain range

sex : female pronouns : she/they

colour : grey horns : antlers tail : feathered nose-to-tail length : 204m wingspan : 425m image : here — this is more what she would have looked like as a young dragon, she is now much, much larger than that.

[ iii. ] history.

born on a clear autumn day, within the royal palace of lyris, bryn eirwen llywelyn was a child best described as headstrong. running about the palace gardens like a whirlwind, the child was known to be found perched in trees or on precarious rooftops and balconies, unwilling to be bound by gravity.

even as they grew older, bryn was a child who refused to submit to such base ideas as normalcy or be constrained by the rules of society. as the second child within the royal family, they had some freedom from expectations, but they still chafed at the milder restrictions they were subject to.

when bryn was twenty, her parents had finally had enough of her disobedience and recklessness, and encouraged bryn to enlist in the city guard. reluctantly, she did so — and promptly found it delightful. while her freedom was curtailed somewhat, as a guard she had plenty of opportunities to meet the people of lyris informally and formally, and make friends who saw her not as the prince but as just another guard.

but all good things must come to an end — after two years as a guard, bryn finally got her parents' permission to participate in the next rider selection. riding a dragon would be a dream come true — and it was, when she first bonded with ardenach. the pair quickly became one of the more formidable duos within the riders' force, and bryn discovered the downside to being a rider.

no more could they be just another city guard — instead, after that ceremony, everyone knew them as the second prince and ardenach's rider. the last person to ride ardenach was said to be one of the city's founders, who hatched the dragon themselves ... so to become her second rider, made bryn rather well-known in a way their royal status had never done.

six years on, and bryn is the captain of squad 3, still not entirely comfortable with being famous, and extremely glad their bond with akki prevents them ever having to take over the administrative duties of the monarch and heir.