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Hybrid Dragon RP
There are people/dragons who aren't fully human or Dragon. They are a painful sort of mix, meaning they might be partially covered with scales, have horns, but they all have wings. There is no particular government, the people rule and whatever the people want the people get. Unfortunately the people think they are mutants, the dragons think they are mutants, basically everyone thinks that they are mutants. The only time this "mutants" see each other is at this huge meeting that they call the Quo.
They have one quality unique to each one of them. Their flames...(ice, fire, water, shadow, etc)
Charrie sheet:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Type of flame:
This is my first Rp so this will be a slower Rp, please do not let it die. I will post my character later.
submitted by Shadowdancer
(September 11, 2015 - 5:46 pm)
(September 11, 2015 - 5:46 pm)
Name: Ferkin
Age: Uh...
Appearance: Jet black everywhere. Jet black hair, with horns sticking out. Heavy, glowing dark green wings. Black gloves cover his hands, which are scaly and long. Tail makes it hard to walk, and patches of his body is covered with glowing black scales.
Personality: Dark, creepy, depressed. A loner. Hates all.
Flame: Shadow
(September 15, 2015 - 7:53 pm)
Irony, irony.
Name: Thorn
Age: Oh, 15 or so.
Appearance: Spikey dark blond hair, steel grey eyes. Large silver-grey withs with claws kind of like a bat's, He has grey claws growing out of his knckles and a long whip like tail.
Oh, must go. Will finish tomarrow.
(September 15, 2015 - 10:53 pm)
Personality: Cold, dark, unfriendly. Sarcastic.
Flame: A silver flame that is cold, but it still burns like fire. Thorn can make it into a ball and hold it.
And also, he's a metalsmith.
(September 16, 2015 - 7:33 pm)
name kaces
age 16
appearence are we humans that can turn into dragons
power hipontizy flame
(September 16, 2015 - 9:17 pm)
Emji, No, we can't turn into dragons. We are stuck in between human and dragon shape/form/appearance/whatever.
(September 17, 2015 - 7:30 pm)
Name: Sparrow
Age: 10
Appearance: Large brown and white bird-like wings, shaggy dark brown hair, big brown eyes. Scranwy. Haslong borwn cla
Personality: Shy, skittish. Curious, has a odd since of humor, a bit strange in ways.
Type of flame: A sort of white flame that can sommen moonlight.
(September 17, 2015 - 10:26 pm)
Start?
(September 18, 2015 - 8:44 pm)
Can we start now?
(September 20, 2015 - 6:22 am)
Yes,we can start.
Charina-
Ohh, look at that! The sun's going to set soon! Wait isn't tomorrow sunrise the annual beginning of "let's see who hasn't died yet" Quo? I race through the trees, wishing that I was farther away from a village so I could fly. Last time I did that they presented me with flaming arrows and a cannonball that broke my wing. My stomach rumbles and I change paths in hunt for a bush of berries to eat. No meat for me, I shudder at the thought of raw meat. I can't roast meat with flames, I'm not that sort of semi dragon.
The sky darkens above me. I'm finally far enough that I can fly. Only it's a bit difficult flying in dark. I learn that as soon as I lift off. Whoomp, I smash into a tree. Crack, a branch nearly beheads me. By the time I get there I'll be bruised and bloodied. Unless... No it will take up to much energy. But doesn't bumping into trees take energy too? I shrug and blow a weak, flickering ball of electricity into my hand. Should last a hour now.
(September 20, 2015 - 4:06 pm)
Thorn~
From my cave in the mountain, l watch as the sun sinks below the edge of the world.Gone another day. l finger a lump of greyish metal, just waiting to be formed into something. Something beautiful.
Going back into my cave, l look around, the forge in the corner pulseing red with dying embers, clamps and molds and pincers all scattered around along with half-formed creations and shining metal, a rough wood-frame bed in one corner, piled with aniaml skins. There is a shelf beside it, on which holds three thick, leather-bound books, green, blue and silver. All are old and musty. l've flipped through them many times, peering at the strange figures that l can't read. Yet l keep them for some reason.
Hanging along the rock wall are the hunting weapons and variuos cooking tools.
Going over to the forge, l breath a small silver flame into my hands. It crackles and flickers, floating in my palm.l then drop the lump of metal and watch it melt into a puddle.
Suddenly l hear a rush of leathery wings and spin around in suprise. No one vists me much, except for my talent as a metalsmith.
(September 20, 2015 - 8:19 pm)
Frost-
I lunge and sweep the glistening silver fish from the stream. It stops wriggling in a moment.
I freeze it to finish it off before biting into it.
I hear a crackle in the air behind me.
Like electricity.
(September 21, 2015 - 7:27 am)
Cressida (did no one get that reference? No one?)~
I live in a normal community.
Some part-dragons live in, say, caves. Or treehouses. In any case, seperated from humans. I don't. I live with my mother in a perfectly normal, everyday community.
A lion living with a family of swallows.
Everywhere I go, I get stared at. Some people are a little more physical. I don't care. I can avoid them. Because, like most part-dragons, I need my seperation from society. So I built a treehouse. Rather cliché.
My mother likes to keep me in the house because she's afraid the townspeople will hurt me. She's a bit of an outcast as well: what normal human marries a dragon? But she's a very normal-looking person, and can blend in.
Not like me.
Having bloodred scales everywhere is bound to attract attention sometimes.
And the tail with spikes.
And, oh yeah, those gigantic red wings. I'm bound to get stared at. I'm not "normal".
But soon I will be.
Tomorrow.
(September 21, 2015 - 7:11 pm)
l came up with another charrie....... Please ignore if she's not okay.
Name: The Bone Queen (She has a real name, not like she's ever going to tell it to you.)
Age: 25
Appearance:Large wings, but they're entrily bones, just white bones. Dark brown curly-ish long hair, deep purple eyes. She wears a mask that looks like and that fits her face like a skull, and white twisting horns grow out of her head.
Personality: Mysterious. Hardily ever speaks. A bit evil in ways.
Type of flame: A pure red flame, too red to be nautral. It turns flesh to bone when touched by a living creature, except for Bone Queen, but she rarely, if ever uses it.
(September 21, 2015 - 9:39 pm)
Sparrow~
Sitting on a large rock overlooking the forest, l watch as moonlight swrils like mist, attrached by my flame. Below me, l can hear a few people ruslting about, but lreally don't care.
Or maybe not. l hop off the rock and sneak torwards the forest.
(September 22, 2015 - 8:49 pm)
Top!
(September 24, 2015 - 8:30 pm)