Post by ARIK SENTRY on Jan 1, 2011 23:57:59 GMT -5
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ONE WORLD DRIVEN INTO MADNESS ,
[/color][/font]ONE WORLD DRIVEN INTO MADNESS ,
madness driven by the depths below[/font][/color]
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ARIK SENTRY
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ONE LIE TELLS A THOUSAND STORIES ,[/color][/font]
the greatest stories that were ever told[/font][/color]
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FULL NAME[/color] , Arik Sentry
NICKNAME[/color] , Ari (but don't call him that)
SPECIES[/color] , human
AGE[/color] , 27
BIRTHDAY[/color] , October 5th
HEIGHT[/color] , 5'11
BODY TYPE[/color] , Athletic, sinewy
ALLIANCE[/color] , Ethaia
HOMETOWN[/color] , Estium
PROFESSION[/color] , Dragon Rider (Tueor)
SEXUALITY[/color] , heterosexual
APPEARANCE[/color] ,
Typically, he will be found in his Rider's uniform. Not a well kept, crisp uniform, mind you, but a uniform none the less. A little bit skewed, a little bit smudged, his clothes have what he calls 'character'. They're rarely in pristine condition, and its pretty easy to find tears and holes in what passes for his shirt. Being Ethaian, and familiar with the country's bitter chill, he keeps sweaters and heavy coats in his wardrobe, along with gloves, thick socks, and woollen scarves. His armour is leather, and meant more for flexibility and dexterity than protection.[/BLOCKQUOTE]
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ONE MAN CAN PREDICT THE FUTURE ,
a future journey into outer space[/font][/color]
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SO, WHAT ARE YOU INTO?
Women
Dragon Riding
Mountain Climbing
Taking Risks
Taking Bribes
Laughing
Showing Prejudice
Fist Fights
Making Friends
Making Enemies
Putting others on the spot
Strong Beer
Declaring undying devotion/love/loyalty/hatred to you/your mother/your father/your cause/your business/your wife
AND WHAT DO YOU HATE?
Excuses
Discipline
Commitments
Timelines
Doing things 'by-the-book'
Actual detective work
All out war
Weak Beer
Shopping
Flat landscapes (oh my...)
OKAY... WELL, WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?
Making a quick buck
Being promoted
Drinking everyone under the table
GOOD LUCK, THEN. WHAT ARE YOUR FEARS?
Being caught taking bribes
Being kicked out after being caught taking bribes
Dying alone after being kicked out of the riders after being caught for taking bribes
YIKES. NOW, LIST TEN CHARACTERISTICS THAT DESCRIBE YOURSELF.
Roguish
Charming
Loud
Improper
Non-committal
Quick
Witty
Friendly
Passionate
Unprincipled
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ONE WORD BREAKS THE CODE OF SILENCE ,
[/color][/font]ONE WORD BREAKS THE CODE OF SILENCE ,
silence tells me all i need to know[/font][/color]
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NOW WE'RE GETTING NOSY. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR FAMILY.
Family? Well, okay. Well, my father-- my Pa-- was a sentry at the gates (hence the name and all), and my mother, well...my Ma made candles. They were good folk. Solid folk. I had a sister too, cute little thing, but she was taken away by the chills as a babe. Ma and Pa didn't quite recover from that; they didn't try for kids again. I was enough, I guess. Pa wanted me to ride dragons. Said it would serve me well. He died a few weeks after Graduation, proud as a man can be. Ma followed a year later. They died of the chills too. Something about how the cold seeps into your bones and doesn't get out.
I married once too. Stupid, really. She was nice and all; a bit obsessive, though. Didn't quite like finding me in taverns with other women. The marriage itself lasted a few months, and luckily, no children came out of it. Don't know what i'd do with a brat of my own, really. Figure its best I stay bachelor for a while. Heart's still young, see.
So yeah, pretty much alone. Got a cousin down in Atlion, but he isn't right in the head. I seen him maybe twice last year, festivals both times. Got a little family going now, he does. Pretty little wife-- bit plump though-- and two runts. So I guess that makes me some kind of uncle? I bought them gifts last year: socks. Didn't exactly light up the room, but its always cold, you know. Need protecting against that.
SOUNDS INTERESTING. OKAY. NOW, JUST TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR PAST.
Gods, my past. It isn't anything fancy; look elsewhere for that. Was brought up in Estium. Little town, not quite as alive as it could be. A few shops here and there. Pa watched the town gates, and Ma made candles in the house. We weren't rich (we'd have to reach real high for that), but we were comfortable. Things weren't expensive, and everyone knew each other. I grew up knowing lots of kids my age, and though some haven't quite stayed friends-- which, to be honest, not my fault (...okay. Maybe my fault)-- others continue to talk to me.
It was Pa who sent me to ride dragons. Told me great tales of heroes and legends. Told me Estium was too small for dreams. He walked me to the Academy, made sure I was set. It wasn't easy at first. Dragons aren't exactly puppies, but we learned pretty quick how to control them. It was all about regulation and taking the reins at the Academy. None of this Dragons are people too bullshit. We knew what dragons were. Weapons. They were giant, fire-breathing, flying, weapons.
And I was okay with that.
Dart was given to me. No, not exactly; I took Dart. Scrawny, ugly little thing. No one wanted him. They wanted the pretty ones. The ones with big wings and big claws. Maybe it was stupid to take the smallest one I could find, but I did. Sometimes, you just got to go with your gut, and my gut told to me pick Dart. The little runt licked my hand at first-- then he burnt my hair. It was love at first fight.
After the Academy, and after Dart bridged the size gap between himself and the others, I was assigned to Police duty. Not exactly my forte, but I didn't complain. In fact, it took me only a few weeks to realize I loved it. You see, and this is something you can't share, people enjoy bribing officers. They're willing to give a lot for you to stay quiet, to look the other way. Well-- and this might offend you-- ooking the other way worked for me. Made a few pretty pennies and made a few pretty friends. They say I'm crooked. Not to be trusted. Fuck them. I'm just keeping the wheels turning.
Yeah, I married in between. 'Twas okay at first. Pretty lass-- prettier than need be, really. Loved me for love's sake. It didn't last. Caught me looking down one too many necklines, see. Caught me in one too many necklines. Left me later that week, said she couldn't handle it. I miss her, no lie there. Nothing left of the marriage either. No brats. Left me with my ring.
Life is good. Cold, always cold, but good. Got a few connections on the ground. The Captain doesn't know I'm crooked, but hey, he doesn't have to. I keep it straight as far as he's concerned, but behind his back...
Well, there's always quick money to be made 'helping' small-businessmen, yeah?
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IT'S NOT THE WAY THAT I WANT IT ,
[/color][/font]IT'S NOT THE WAY THAT I WANT IT ,
it's just the way that i need it[/font][/color]
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TELL US ABOUT YOUR EQUIPMENT[/COLOR]
Got myself a Sabre, and a helmet. Armour is nothing fancy; it's just a chest-piece made of durable leather. I guess you could count Dart, my Dragon, as equipment, but I'm sure it'll offend his dragon sensibilities. Anything else is standard issue: a bag for my stuff, a few daggers on my person, and a flask (very important. Also very not standard-issue).
WHAT SPELLS DO YOU KNOW?
Too human for Magic. Lucky me.
THE SKILL CHART.
Instructions: There are seven categories: Strength, Defense, Intelligence, Magic, Stamina, Speed, and Medical. In each box there are the number (#) symbols. In those areas you will replace the "##" With a number ranked from 0 to 10, 10 being the highest skilled. Rank your character in each of those categories. Do Not make your character too powerful, or we will ask you to adjust the statistics. This will help with determining what team you belong to.
| Strength | Defense | Intelligence | Magic | Stamina | Speed | Medical | Total |
7 | 7 | 8 | 0 | 8 | 9 | 1 | 40 |
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ONE WORD, ONE WORD ,
tells me everything i need to know[/font][/color]
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DART
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NICKNAME[/color] , Dart
SPECIES[/color] , Amans Auro
AGE[/color] , 29
BIRTHDAY[/color] , July 14th
HOMETOWN[/color] , Isle Asis[/blockquote]
OKAY, DRAGON... WHAT ARE YOU ALL ABOUT[/color]?
Fun-loving
Fast
Rough
Good-humoured
Loyal (to Arik)
Proud
Strong-willed
Friendly
Adventurous
Hungry
I SEE. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR HISTORY[/color]?
Are you done with Arik? Because man, that guy's boring. Basically, this is shit you need to read. I was born about twenty-nine (twenty-eight? I look twnety-five, I swear) years ago, on Asis. I guess you could say that I was a runt. I was smaller than the others in the clutch, and for a long time, I was written off. No one paid me much attention. I was just there. In fact, everyone was waiting for me to die off when the next famine hit or whatever. Being so small, they were sure I couldn't fend for myself.
Things got better. Famine did happen. The cows died out on the continent and times got lean. In an effort to find food, we had to travel deeper and deeper into the mainland. I didn't often join my family in these hunts, but times were lean, and everyone needed to pull their weight. I tagged along, convinced I could help.
I got caught instead.
Okay, so the Ethaians do this thing where they drive off dragons, split them up, and try to capture the younger ones for their Academies. These Dragons are taken captive, broken, and then given to little children to tame, rear, and basically own. I don't remember much of being caught (lots of flying and then a sudden blackness), but I do remember taking offence at not being chosen by anyone. I mean, okay, so I was small, but not a single child picked me. It was like playing dragon hockey or something. I was the last dragon in line.
Eventually though, someone did pick me. It took everything for me not o hate him, but the fact that he picked me was enough to win whatever loyalty I could offer. He was my owner, and though I hate the connotation of that, it isn't bad. He treats me well, and yeah he snores, but he's pretty tolerable really. Unbearable asshole, but tolerable.
At first, after graduation, I resisted his attempts at helping the unsavoury sorts. It was dishonourable, I reminded him. We're part of a police team. What if someone found out? But Arik, true to form, didn't quite care. He did what he wanted, and eventually, I fell in line. For the record, I still think its a bad idea. A terrible idea. But he won't listen. He never listens.
INTERESTING. NOW, WHAT ABOUT YOUR SKILLS?
Fire. Lots of fire. Not so much with the magic, but lots of fire. I'm still not as big as my kind can be, but what I lack in strength, I make up in speed. I'm faster than most of my kind, and can turn on point like a goddamn sky dancer. My stamina is also pretty good, and with some energy in me, I can fly for two days straight without feeling fatigue. Oh, and did I mention I breathe fire?
| Strength | Defense | Intelligence | Magic | Stamina | Speed | Fire Breathing | Total |
05 | 06 | 06 | 02 | 09 | 10 | 08 | 46 |
FINALLY, AT THE END! MY NAME IS Zar
THIS APPLICATION HAS BEEN CREATED BY ANDREA FOR
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