The DragonScar Rules+Character Creation

I'd give it another day or two, just to be sure.

 

next week Imma be busy af

 

Aw rip, school stuff?

 

Naw I'm out for the summer . I have to do vacation... well shit it might be considered school . Getting up at seven am every morning working only next week . It's vacation bible school .

 

Oh, I see... Pretty different form of vacation.

 

Name: Gabriel brook
Nickname : gabi
Age: 19
Gender: female
Appearance:
Magic : plant manipulation . Water Healing
She being a Forrest guardian has the powers of one . One of them being plant manipulation . She is able to create plants and able to fight with them . Use them to help . Get food from them
Water Healing
The water she is able to make heals people . It's absolutely useless to attack with though but great for defences . It isn't able to heal bones nor is it able to heal the dead .
race: Forrest guardian
Forrest guardians are a species that are rare . Only one or two left for reasons of being hunted to extinction or the Forrest tearing them apart.
They are connected with the Forrest and change with it and grow with them . When a few hundred trees die you can expect a limb or two lost . One Forrest guardian had her arm and foot blown off because of a entire mountanrange dying . The species are able to talk with the Forrest and move with them . Sometimes if the council of tree spirits decide to give you a test you might be able to open your powers up even more but that has happened only once in recorded history
personality:
She is a very happy girl who is very smart . She might be a bit absent minded but not stupid . She tries to plan stuff out when figuring out there are dangers . She isn't the person who would just jump right in . She can be a bit of a worry wort and try to keep from any danger . She often is very very peaceful . When angry or frustrated she tries to meditate to keep her anger stopped. It works 5% of the time a trait from her mother's personality was being to trustful and easily finding trouble
backstory: the young girl was born from the trees themselves taken in by another Forrest guardian called Alex . She grew up learning how to control her powers correct . She often visited demons and a dragon who oddly also became a human . She was a happy child not knowing that the war her "mom" fought in wasn't done. She heard a lot about the war how her mom lost her leg and arm . How her grandmother was the mother of dragons . How her auntie was a demon queen . She had been sheltered from the war . She grew up more watching her mom happily . She was wanting to be just like her . She was around the age 10 when her mom decided to let her train a little under her grandmother . Which was a horrible idea . Her auntie fought with her mom and riku about this . The aunt was correct , she would be trained with her instead for a few years up until she was 17 she learned about the war even though everyone around her was being careful about the subject . She realized it would be her job to go and help like her mother did . The day she turned 18 she began to plan after her training finished . She continued to plan until recently when she was preparing for the journey

 

Ill post an OC tonight, assuming you guys still wanna do this

 

of course

 

Name: Atlas South

Age: 24

Gender: Male

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Magic: Metal Manipulation

Race: Artificial Hybrid

Personality: Atlas is, on the outside, a friendly person who cares deeply for his comrades. However, on the inside, he is a spiteful person who only cares about his own goals. He is usually ruthless and cruel to his enemies.

Curse: The Emerald Eye

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Backstory: Atlas lived his childhood as an orphan, never knowing who his true parents were. Just after his birth, he was abandoned and left in a small, makeshift shack. Three days later, he was found by the headmaster of a local orphanage. The headmaster, Curie Avani, was an abusive, cruel person who believed that by “saving” children, she did enough good to justify her abusiveness. In reality, it was more like forcing children into slavery until someone adopted them. Really, they'd have been better off dead.


Atlas, when he was old enough, was put in charge of cleaning the closets and other rooms that weren't really used. Any time he failed to meet the headmasters standards, or any time anyone failed, they were forced into a small, Iron cage that was just barely big enough for a dog. Those that were too big were thrown into a hole in the ground. Some of the other punishments included beating, starving, and sometimes even torturing the children. Over time, Atlas began to become spiteful towards those around him.


Around the age of 12, the local police finally caught onto what was happening and shut the orphanage down and arresting Curie. Some of the children were adopted, and others just left. Atlas was one of latter. He began to wander from city to city, hoping that maybe he would find his real parents. Eventually, he found himself in a small town of Durnai. Here, he met a young girl named Rai. After introducing Atlas to her parents, they decided to adopt him as their own son. His new father, Ori, was a master mage, renowned for his skill in Metal Manipulation. Taking Atlas as his apprentice, he taught him everything he knew. Two years later, the the Scars began to appear.


Over the next few years, Atlas spent his time mastering his new magic. At the age of 17, he made a discovery. At a local museum, a priceless weapon had been hidden away. An eye with an appearance similar to Emerald, said to have been pulled out of the skull of a demon. Taking interest in this, Atlas broke into the museum one night and stole the eye. The next day, he visited the local surgeon and had his left eye replaced with the Emerald eye. At first, he thought he had made a mistake, because they eye seemed to be a fake. However, soon after, they eye activated and fused with the nerves in his eye, returning his sight and granting him his curse, The Emerald Eye.


Soon, the authorities found that it was him who stole the eye and labeled him as a danger to the public, calling him a “monster” and “demon”. As soon as they learned of it, his new family made a choice. The turned him in to the authorities in fear that he would cause harm to Rai, who was 16 now.


Betrayed by his only family, Atlas fled from town and ran as far as he could until he felt safe. That's when he met the demon who would teach him how to use his curse. His new mentor, named Abyssion Kynes, trained Atlas to become strong. Together, they became known as the Onyx Knights.

 

niceeee its accepted !

 

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Name: Azuran
Age: 194
Gender: Female
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Element: Crystals
Race: Dragon
Personality: -Lazy -Weak willed +Intelligent +Protective -Prideful -Covetous
Azuran is an incredibly lazy dragon, preferring to have her children do work for her. She dreams of finding a crystal as magnificent as she sees herself. She thinks over everything and everyone she sees, noticing and deducing things about people's lives and motives from how they move and hold themselves. She loves her children with all her heart, and the only way she'll ever leave her cave is in defense of them.

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Azuran was born in a treasury, apparently the prized possession of the local duke. Treated like a pet for months, she finally had enough of the petting and hand feeding and chipping of her scales. Slamming her head against the bars of her chamber, she broke her way free, crawling out into the night. After being chased by men on horseback for days, she finally found refuge in the grasp of a fellow dragon, who swept down and pawed her up off the ground. Taught what it means to be a dragon under the tutelage of a gleaming golden drake, she began to amass a hoard of her own, piling gold and silver and masterful statues and crystals she gathered from many treasuries like the one she woke up in, sometimes finding caravans moving across the countryside filled with gold. She was always looking for greater treasures, however, and soon found the cave which within she held her hoard too small. Walking up to the walls, she began to gorge herself on their stone, growing larger and heavier with each bite, her crystal scales growing more and more majestic with each passing hour, her spikes growing larger. When she turned around, she learned she had hollowed out almost he entire base of the mountain, which rumbled and shook, threatening to crush her and her precious hoard. Thinking rapidly, she used her breath to coat the walls and floor and roof in layers upon layers of fantastic crystal, which reflected her appearance to her eyes. Entrapped, she spent months simply staring at her own image, before she became curious if anything was as majestic as herself. Dedicated to finding this out, she decided to leave and find a gem as magnificent as herself, though when she looked away from the walls she began to weep, for her body was too large to fit through the tiny hole she came through, and breaking out meant destroying her hoard. Tears fell to the ground, massive crystal orbs, which she ignored. Ten by twenty perfect spheres rolled across the floor, each with a hatchling dragon inside. Hearing the commotion, a demon stepped into her cave, asking her what was wrong. Explaining that her dream was over before it could begin, the demon offered Azuran a proposal: He'd give her the perfect tool to finish her dream, in exchange for keeping one of her tears for himself. Laughing at his price, she agreed in an instant, tipping one of the spheres to him. Picking it up, he sung into it, a strange mist curling around the black sphere. Appearing from within came a small dragon, crafted of black diamonds, glittering in the light. Singing into each of the spheres Azuran had dropped, he created a hoard of crystalline dragons, from quartz to shining clear diamond, all but one looking to Azuran for guidance. One, however, had turned his back on her, instead looking to the demon. This was the first one the demon had brought to life, and it watched his every move as if watching a parent. Calling to her hoard of children, Azuran gave them one order: "Find me a gem more majestic than myself!" They spread their wings and dispersed in an instant, travelling across the land and above the clouds, below the waves and deep in the stone, trying to fulfill their mothers' wish. The one, however, waited for the demon to speak, not even noticing it's brethren flee the cave. "Follow me, little one..." The demon instructed, and began to walk out of the cave. Dismissing them, Azuran went back to lazing in her cave, admiring that which her children brought back for her, or staring at herself in the walls, and so she has been for nearly two centuries.

(This took an hour. She's hardly even going to show up though... Why I do dis?!?)

 

yes as absolutely amazing

 

(Ah thanks! Now time to get to work on the dragon OC I'll be rp'ing with, and not her mom.)

 

Name: Raidar, Lord of the Sky

Age: 211

Gender: Male

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Element: Lightning

Race: Dragon

Personality: Raidar is a violent dragon who enjoys causing chaos among men. However, he is smart enough to know when to back down.

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Backstory: Born as the third hatchling, Raidar had to meet expectations set by his two older siblings, Tenne and Ouros. Both were powerful dragons who were feared all across the world. As brother and sister were much older, he often found himself lagging behind, which displeased his mother, Ky, greatly.


As his family’s displeasure towards him grew, so did his towards them. He hated them with his entire being, but was far from strong enough to confront them. As soon as he saw his chance, he left his nest and family in search of greater power. Over the next 24 years, Raidar traveled across the world, slaying every demon he came across, hoping that one day, he would become stronger than his siblings. Once he finally felt he was strong enough, he returned home and challenged both Tenne Ouros to combat.


The battle lasted three days, but Raidar finally emerged victories. Of course, he did not do so without injuries of his own. Knowing his mother was much weaker than the other two, he left her alive. Once again, he left his home. He found a cave which would become his home for the next 80 years. From the time he entered to cave, to the moment he left, he had been trapped in a deep slumber caused by Ouros’ poison.


His awakening was caused by something rather unusual. Raidar, who had slaughtered many demons and even his own siblings, had been awoken by an unfamiliar sensation. Fear. He knew immediately after waking what caused it. At the mouth of his cave, which had been so well hidden that it had not been found for 80 years, stood a single man. Or so that's how to seemed. Raidar knew that he was not a man, but a demon. A demon with nothing but intent to kill. Immediately, Raidar attacked the demon, starting their battle which lasted three times as long as his battle with his sibling.


When their battle ended, both sides were near death. In mutual agreement, they ended the battle, but knew that they would one day fight again, but their next battle would not end the same way.

 

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Name: Ahriman

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Gender: Seemingly male
Race: Likely demon
Personality: Ahriman takes pride in his work, viewing death as the ultimate state of being. He doesn't let himself get out of hand, however, knowing life is a necessary part of the cycle. When not claiming souls, he usually is in one of the many cave homes he has crafted over the years, which his staff is the key to. Inside he sculpts and carves and smiths trinkets and objects, from small statues of beetles to masterful weapons. When he meets a soul who is strong enough not to be collected, they usually receive a gift from his collection. He finds personal bonds worthless, as he knows he'll have to reap them one day. The rare times he goes against this usually lead to him becoming too close to the living, and failing on his job for too long. His only true companion is the dragon golem he brings along with him, a black diamond concept he placed a soul within, who follows him everywhere and does his bidding.
Magic: Ash of Souls: Ahriman carries an ancient, sun bleached, decrepit urn within his rib cage, which has replaced his heart. Within the urn is a swirl of ethereal ashes, which flow like white water inside, each fleck of ash being the 'soul' of someone Ahriman has consumed with his curse. By imbuing his own soul into the mix, Ahriman is able to bring out the souls to do various functions. They can inhabit objects, almost as if possessing them, giving them the semblance of life. They are not inherently loyal to Ahriman, though he can bend them to be loyal to him. By fueling his energy into the ash through his 'soul', he can make them swirl rapidly around him in a sphere, then course through the air as if a flowing river, which drains the energy of those it touches. This energy is leached into the ash, and then transferred back into the urn, acting as a secondary magical reservoir for Ahriman. By putting his 'soul' into the ashes, however, he loses access to his curse, as well as substantially weakens his own body, usually remaining stationary.

Curse: Rosa Dernum: Ahriman has the ability to exude a powerful miasma from his entire body, which corrodes and rots anything it touches. By destroying living matter, Ahriman can replenish his own physical body, effectively giving him limited regeneration. The miasma can go any length from himself, though the further it travels the weaker the effect and the more energy it takes. Ahriman can also choose whether or not someone else is effected by his miasma, and is himself immune. The miasma allows him to feel objects at great distance, as if he's touching it himself, acting as a sort of scouting tool.

Equipment: Austero Cardus: A long, mostly plain staff Ahriman claimed in an age gone by. It is able to generate a circular barrier at the tip of the staff, acting as a form of defense for Ahriman. While not necessary, he is able to more easily direct the flow of his 'souls' by pointing it in the direction he wishes them to go. It is carved from the tooth of a massive dragon, and then wrapped in the hardened skin of a purgatory wolf, making it incredibly resistant to damage.

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Backstory: Ahriman is not a true being; he was created long before any memory can see, and further back than any writing or painting dates. Likenesses of him appeared on paintings and inscriptions all throughout history, always on urns and vases, vessels used to store cremated dead. Even he does not remember more than one hundred years into his past, a mere fraction of his full history. All he knows is he is driven to collect souls in his urn, and keep life from becoming too prevalent amongst the world. It is said he only appears in the company of death, whether it be by his own doing or by circumstance. To some he is the grim reaper, others a spirit guiding those who are ready to the afterlife, others a god of decay, and most just a myth. Few claim him a friend or companion, and even fewer claim to have received a gift from him. Recently, a necromancer attempted to tame him, inflicting him with the curse of flesh, which slowly crept up his left side. Finding a suitable host, he imparted the arm to them, using a tiny portion of his soul to manipulate the arm onto their body. He has restored it to it's original state, though now he mostly avoids necromancers.

Demon-reaper-"death god"-skeleton dude thingy done.

Just to be clear: His miasma's rotting and corroding aren't instant, it takes time of exposure, meaning even if you are caught in it and covered, it'll take 3-10 minutes depending on your durability and anything you have covering you. His ash also doesn't instantly drain your energy, again it takes time, it's kind of a withering effect on you that'll slowly take you down, though it can work faster the closer you are to him. For example if you touched him your finger would be rotting if you held on for say five seconds. Metal takes longer times to corrode than flesh and cloth, too.