Repeated History. Ancient, with a touch of modern!

Another thing Alex.

Can I give him a clock that he wears like armor on his chest? Quite possibly only for decoration.

You are both guardians. Yes.

ANYTHING DINOOOOOOOOOOO~

AND THEN A CHARACTER SHEET OUT OF FREAKIN NOWHERE

Species: Homo sapien
Name: Indigo Ludovicci
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Indigo stands at 4’7”, and has short black hair and a slight tan. Her sky blue eyes glimmer with intelligence. Of a modest build, and commonly wearing baggy cargo pants with a jacket, Indigo doesn’t often stand out. She wears a digital watch on her left wrist and an analog watch on her right, knee-high socks, and partially ruined tennis shoes that she has patched many times over with duct tape.
Personality: Often keeping to herself in public, Indigo unknowingly projects the shy-girl-who-hates-everything facade. As a result, she has few friends, but when questioned about the right subjects it can be difficult to silence Indigo’s enthusiasm. She is kind, but not overly so, and quite enjoys being a real know-it-all whenever possible.
Bio: Indigo lives with her divorced father, a mechanic who owns an auto repair shop. At the age of ten, she was first allowed to assist her dad in replacing the carburetor of a Hummer and has since been nursing an obsession with engines, electronic circuits, and anything of the mechanical sort.

Indigo is an ace at all things mathematics and science, (particularly enjoying chemistry) yet struggles in most of her other classes. Outside of school, Indigo spends her time assembling robots or machines out of pieces from her many model kits or scrap metal from her father’s garage. Such machinations dot her room and must be carefully avoided as they are prone to getting underfoot. Indigo often dreams of creating her own personal flying machine someday.

She has recently began writing computer programs and attempting to fix up a battered-beyond-all-sanity Volkswagen Beetle (kept in the backyard, amidst Indigo’s collection of industrial devices) that her father offhandedly promised would be her own if she could get it roadworthy again. Such a fool for underestimating her abilities- Hahaha!







I was thinking she would just know the dragongirl from school or something... Tell me if I did anything wrong, lol.

Accepted.

Thank you so much! 83

Not done, but I know If I do not post this I will loose it in the randomly named folders and files that make up my computers deep and dark recesses.

Name: Koji Hokayama
Age: 16
gender: Male
Appearance: Well for starters he is of Eastern Decent, so he is fairly short and stout, though not excessively fat, he is not exactly in shape. By his name, you probably guess he is Japanese, which he is not, well, half not. His mother is half Japanese, as is his father. But somehow, he was given Blue eyes, uncharacteristic to his parents brown/green combo. His hair is Black, jet black to be specific, and is rough as is usual with orient male hair. His skin is pale, but acquired an almost tuape tint to it from his fathers mediteraenian mother. His face is flat like that of an asian, and is nearly unblemished and smooth. All in all he is fairly attractive, though a kilogram or two over weight, it is mostly muscle.
His face is almost always marked with a grimace of pain, either from his constant Migraines or Irratible Bowels. But he tries his best to hide his pain. Thus the shades he wears when he has a migraine is often understood. He wears a simple hoodie advertising French Air mail and cargo pants made of nylon that swishes when he walks. This is very helpful, as with his introverted personality he often accidentally sneaks up behind people without realizing it. His shoes also help, with their constant ability to pick up pebbles between the grooves that click against any hard floor. He always has a pair of Headphones around his neck, along with a simple chain necklace.
His motto has always been "talk less, do more" and with him it is his life. Though he will rarely speak with people in public, when in a small group he becomes talkative, and comes out of the cold hard shell of his constant pain. But his pain keeps him away even yet, and those that call him their friend leave him to his own devices. Of which he has many things he does, usually athletic or related to there of. Martial Arts is in his blood, and with that comes the agility and strength for most other things. But because of his respect for living things, he has made a silent vow to himself, to never harm another creature, unless absolutely necessary (In order to prevent harm to others, but not to protect himself). So he mainly skateboards, or freeruns, and sometimes even a teamsport, though he is generally not allowed into school teams due to his many conditions.
Anything else I think of will be added.
Personality: Like I said earlier introverted, and made into a turtle like person because of his hallow pain and constant self-berating. He blames himself for his pain, and strives to better himself to free himself of it. He is very Empathic, and easily slips into other peopls shoes, literally too, as his feet are very small.
Bio: Give me a bit on this

Name: Selene
Age: 547 or so
Gender: Female.
Type: Normal.
Appearance: An old dragon, who as such is massive, though not the largest by far. Her scales shimmer like pearls and seems white from afar. Her scales though growing more and more dull, as she was once known for her beauty she holds this with contempt. She wears long, sharp horns of a spiraled white and silver. Her eyes shine like molten copper, a blazing green. He back spines are the same as her horns, and claws as well. A fine Specimen of Female dragon from the days of old.
Personality: A calm, peaceful dragon, if not vain and a bit cocky. She believes that not even the gods are a match for a dragon at full power. But like most of the Dragon Elders, she is very cynical in her view of the world. Humans are nothing more than insects to her. She is one of the most knowledgable of dragons, having always been curious on how the world really works.
Bio: Bios. Hatethem. I prefer just making stuff up. and improvising.
Powers: Electricity, Infinite power of Electrons, the symbol of Energy. She emanates it from her body, and static electricity creates St.Elmos Fire on the tip of her horns, claws, tail, and wings. She can also project a 500 Teravolt discharge from her mouth, though it hardly does more than stun a dragon for a few moments.

This is both of Mien characters.

Sorry for my lateness, I'm working on two sheets, both for here and Children of Aurina, and it's hard to stop them from being too similar, especially given that they're both Ice based...

If they're similar, it won't bug me.

Go figure. I finish it and the computer crashes.

I hope I'll make myself remake it, but this sort of thing always tends to turn me off.

Love everyone's characters so far.

Things are coming along quite nicely! You are in Jokie!

Working on mine, hopefully finishing this evening.

Name: Ceann (alias: Ken. Imaginative, I know.)

Age: 51

Gender: M

Type: Dolossus

Dragon appearance: Ceann is small and lithe, particularly for a Dolossus, but that's made up for by his extraordinary speed and maneuverability. His face is long, triangular, and pointy, with three gently curved ivory horns extending back on either side of his head. Between the middle two horns, there is a strip of long, pointy quills that runs all the way to the tip of his tail. The quills lay down by default, but he can consciously raise them, in which case sparks race between them. His eyes are have no identifiable pupils or sclera; instead, they look like a pair of cat's eye marbles; clear, with a vaguely vertical swirl of energy dancing in the middle of them. His scales appear black, but that's not actually the case; his scales are clear and convex, but his skin underneath is pitch-black. His veins show through a glowing white that looks like lightning; through the slight distortion of the scales, it's not readily apparent that the pattern is his veins. His chest plates are angular and jagged obsidian. His wings are relatively thin, like a swallow's wings, for speed, but not necessarily distance or altitude flight. The membranes are translucent and vaguely grey, so that looking through them is like looking through a moderate fog. There is a pair of fins on the very tip of his tail, which are used as steering vanes. His feet are four-toed, like owls' feet, where one of the rear toes is either in front or behind, depending on the situation. He has a piercing on his right nostril and a ring on his left thumb.

Human appearance: Ken generally takes the form of a 15-year-old boy. He's five feet, three inches tall, and he's one of those skinny kids. When he first arrived on Earth, he dressed like a bling factory exploded. Now that he's had some time, he's toned it down some, and now he looks like a senselessly overdecorated goth. He dresses in all black, black pants, black shoes (white socks, though), and a black leather jacket with a white T-shirt. He has a black mohawk, Sonny Moore-style, that seems to continue farther down the back of his neck than should be possible. He wears a spiked collar with inch-long brass spikes (he says it's "practical," but it's hard for most people to see why), assorted gold/brass chains (one of which holds a pocket watch), a gold nose-ring with three diamonds in it (which is probably real), and an ornately-carved golden puzzle ring (worn on his thumb, oddly enough). He also has a reverse-curved pocketknife that he's really good at keeping away from security.

Personality: Ceann is pretty much a walking fulfillment of the "cocky, rash pilot" stereotype. He's likely to confront his problems, but not always dead-on. That said, he understands what he's guarding, and he'll guard her with his life. Otherwise, he has a well-developed idea of his own awesomeness; his feelings towards humans are balanced between mild disdain for such puny, short-lived creatures, and fascination with hands.

Bio: It's a bit of a wonder how Ceann got chosen for such an assignment; he chooses not to think about it. He finds earth to be interesting and occasionally baffling; it would be so much better if he could show them what he really is, but that will come later, when it's time for the dragon-girl to find out. Mostly, he looks forward to showing her her real home. Prior to assignment, he was noted for flight skill; come to think of it, that's probably why he was picked: to let Tyrea handle the social situations and let him do the fighting, or spirit their charge away, if need be.

Powers: Lightning. His main focus is plain and simple lightning, either conventional lightning, or rapid-fire ball lightning (with a reduced yield, but increased fire rate). He can place a "marker" on a certain location to attract lightning to it. If he runs out of power, he can gather static from clouds or similar sources by raising his spines. (Touching those when they're raised is a bad idea, by the way; sort of like sticking a fork in an electrical outlet.) His lightning is generally either focused as a breath weapon or along the tail.

Repost: Done... Perhaps?

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Not done, but I know If I do not post this I will loose it in the randomly named folders and files that make up my computers deep and dark recesses. I was right too. Lost it after my computer randomly shut down for Updates. WAY PREPAREDNESS

Name: Koji Hokayama
Age: 16
gender: Male
Appearance: Well for starters he is of Eastern Decent, so he is fairly short and stout, though not excessively fat, he is not exactly in shape. By his name, you probably guess he is Japanese, which he is not, well, half not. His mother is half Japanese, as is his father. But somehow, he was given Blue eyes, uncharacteristic to his parents brown/green combo. His hair is Black, jet black to be specific, and is rough as is usual with orient male hair. His skin is pale, but acquired an almost tuape tint to it from his fathers mediteraenian mother. His face is flat like that of an asian, and is nearly unblemished and smooth. All in all he is fairly attractive, though a kilogram or two over weight, it is mostly muscle.
His face is almost always marked with a grimace of pain, either from his constant Migraines or Irratible Bowels. But he tries his best to hide his pain. Thus the shades he wears when he has a migraine is often understood. He wears a simple hoodie advertising French Air mail and cargo pants made of nylon that swishes when he walks. This is very helpful, as with his introverted personality he often accidentally sneaks up behind people without realizing it. His shoes also help, with their constant ability to pick up pebbles between the grooves that click against any hard floor. He always has a pair of Headphones around his neck, along with a simple chain necklace.
His motto has always been "talk less, do more" and with him it is his life. Though he will rarely speak with people in public, when in a small group he becomes talkative, and comes out of the cold hard shell of his constant pain. But his pain keeps him away even yet, and those that call him their friend leave him to his own devices. Of which he has many things he does, usually athletic or related to there of. Martial Arts is in his blood, and with that comes the agility and strength for most other things. But because of his respect for living things, he has made a silent vow to himself, to never harm another creature, unless absolutely necessary (In order to prevent harm to others, but not to protect himself). So he mainly skateboards, or freeruns, and sometimes even a team sport, though he is generally not allowed into school teams due to his many conditions.
Anything else I think of will be added.
Personality: Like I said earlier introverted, and made into a turtle like person because of his hallow pain and constant self-berating. He blames himself for his pain, and strives to better himself to free himself of it. He is very Empathic, and easily slips into other peoples shoes, literally too, as his feet are very small.
Bio: He was born into a loving family, where he learned Japanese and English at around the same time. Not much has happened between then and now, except his brothers and sisters. He was taught, educated, and everything, but he tends to just ignore life.

Name: Selene
Age: 547 or so
Gender: Female.
Type: Normal.
Appearance: An old dragon, who as such is massive, though not the largest by far. Her scales shimmer like pearls and seems white from afar. Her scales though growing more and more dull, as she was once known for her beauty she holds this with contempt. She wears long, sharp horns of a spiraled white and silver. Her eyes shine like molten copper, a blazing green. He back spines are the same as her horns, and claws as well. A fine Specimen of Female dragon from the days of old.
But in her age, he claws have not grown dull, nor have her jaws lost their bite. She has not become frail, nor diluted in her age, And though she has only recently become a Elder, she is still barely comfortable with the position. It seems like it was only yesterday she came from battle.
Personality: A calm, peaceful dragon, if not vain and a bit cocky. She believes that not even the gods are a match for a dragon at full power. But like most of the Dragon Elders, she is very cynical in her view of the world. Humans are nothing more than insects to her. She is one of the most knowledgeable of dragons, having always been curious on how the world really works. So she is like most other dragons of her age, Egotistic, Cynical, and wishes the world was back to the way it was long ago.
Bio: One of the oldest dragons that have been fighting Colossus all of her life, up until recently of course, and survived to tell about it. Her parents were dragons originally from Earth, though they died on the trip and her egg was sent with a close relative. She did not hatch for many hundreds of moons after that, and when she finally emerged from the shell it was thought she was not going to grow to become a great dragon.
But time went on, and she grew. But she was still small compared to the others her age.
More time passed, and she had finally come to nearly their size. And by now she was looking for a mate.
Over the next centuries she laid many eggs, specially bred ones, finding the perfect balance for the Dolossus. But her mate died during an attack from the colossus, and through her sadness the rest of her eggs broke, and she never found another mate. But her rage was infinite and she went to fighting in other ways. But The Dolossus were bred, and then after they did not rise to expectations,The great Blue Time dragons came up with a plan. A brilliant, and horrible plan.
Powers: Electricity, Infinite power of Electrons, the symbol of Energy. She emanates it from her body, and static electricity creates St.Elmos Fire on the tip of her horns, claws, tail, and wings. She can also project a 500 Teravolt discharge from her mouth, though it hardly does more than stun a dragon for a few moments.

This is both of Mien characters.

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Name: Taylor (Dragon name: Toluma (Time Child) )
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Type: Dolossus/Great Blue Time
Appearance (Human): (May add pics later) Taylor is around average height for her age, and average weight, she has a skinny build though. Her skin is fair, and her hair is slightly wavy, and a very dark reddish-brown color. Her eyes are a sky blue color. Her clothes consist of a black tank top underneath a purple V-neck shirt that has rather loose short sleeves. Her jeans aren't baggy, but they aren't really tight either, and their color is a light blue. Finally, her sneakers are white.

Appearance (Dragon): As a dragon, her build us that of a Dolossus, like a wyvern, only a bit skinny and feminine. True to the Great Blue Time side of her, her body has blue scales, but on her legs and tail, the blue fades into a nice purple. Her underbelly isn't really plated, but it is however a dusty white color. Her eyes, of course, are blue. She has 2 horns, both of them have a grace full curve that goes up, down, and up again. Her wings are known as "Ridge Wings" or "Fin Wings" because of their shape. They have the same dusty white as the underbelly. Her tail also has fins on it, that seem to match her wings.
Personality: Taylor can be rather shy and quiet, but other times, she will speak her mind clearly without a problem. She is good willed, and looks out for her friends. She loves having good times, but she understands that she must complete what she needs to do before anything else.
Bio: In Drakesphere, Toluma was just an egg, however, she was the egg of a Dolossus and a Great Blue Time dragon. With the crisis unfolding in Drakesphere, her egg was planted into the body of a human who was a descendent of a wizard family. She would be the only hope for Drakesphere. She knows nothing of this though, she only knows that she was born a human, and her name is Taylor. She leads an average life of a human child, and shows great skill in math and history. Not a clue that she is actually a rare dragon hybrid.
Powers: Fire and Time. With Fire, she can of course breathe fire, as a long breath or a quick fire ball. With time, she knows time travel by default. She can also however, speed up or slow down time around her when she needs.

Dragon:


Name: Sylvanas (alias-: Margaret Rose)
Age: 232 (or 27)
Gender: Female
Type: Great Red Life Dragon
Appearance: Sylvanas is a large dragon, skinned with scarlet red scales and speckled with black. Although the size of her is impressive, despite her species, her combat abilities and maneuverability can be outmatched by average skilled dragons. Instead, her main focus is on her magical capabilities. She has a black horn on the end of her triangle shaped head, and spines aligned on her chin. Her throat color is faded into whitish pink. Inside her mouth where there is pearly white teeth, sometimes stained with blood, are two large fangs, larger than the rest of her teeth. It operates like how a snake uses their fangs, and like a snake has a spot in her mouth where she can keep them without stabbing her self. They are a permanently bloodstained white, and is used to suck the blood of the Colossus' and rogue dragons when she needs to. This helps restore her energy and injuries, and weakens them in mid fight. She has two large black horns on her crest, (or the top of her head, near the back if you're dragon illiterate) pointed backwards, with smaller spikes beside the two large ones. Small black spines crawl down her spine and tail, and at the end of her tail, believe it or not is a second set of jaws, which may explain her size. A second throat runs down through the middle of her tail, which is protected by strong scales, stronger than the rest of the scales on her body besides the head and back. The mouth on the end of tail is rather flat and triangular shaped, with strong, razor sharp teeth inside, and a sand-paper tongue. The muscles in her tail are amazingly strong, and can overpower a normal dragon if they're not careful. This tail provides a useful defense if their opponents get too close. Sylvanas' tail is also rather long, so she could attack a dragon smaller than herself (by that I mean of notable difference) from behind if she finds herself claw to claw with another dragon in mid-air. She has large impressive wings with scar tissue here and there. The spines on the wigs are black. And just so we're clear, she has four legs with large feet. Yes. Despite her not being particularly skilled in close combat, she is rather physically imposing.

Human appearance: She comes off as a gorgeous, 5'9" red headed middle age women with pale skin, full pink lips and deep brown eyes. With curled hair, it's either down, in a pony tail, or in a bun. While she can be seen in a red dress, she's most often seen in a clean white t-shirt, black jeans, and fancy black men's shoes. She has two piercings on both ears, two silver rings on the top side of them both. She has a slender body type with all the right curves in the right places, and isn't freakishly skinny. She also has a bellybutton piercing and a tongue piercing. She often times curses herself so choosing such a form, since human males tend to hit on her a lot. Despite being magically dominant, she for some reason has a problem every single time changing her teeth. While they aren't ridiculously huge, her canines in human form are larger than normal, and when I say normal, I am definitely not using that term loosely. Her fingernails aren't as long as most women, but they're not boy-short.

Personality: A person's first impression? A bitch. A big bad fucking bitch that breathes fire and kills shit. While this can be more or less the case, note can be, she can be very warm-hearted, and is just passionate about what she believes in. She has a take-charge attitude, and doesn't deal with bullshit. She is often time stressed and anxious because of the war, although she doesn't let anybody know that. People often times wonder why she's so fired up about the war. She always deals with the job at hand, and she takes it seriously. When she finally gets a break however, she can be very sweet, and sometimes sympathetic, almost motherly. For example, if she was one of the ones fetching the dragon human, she'll be come on, you're coming with me, hurry the fuck up, et cetera. So she can be blunt. Most often, she is. She particularly doesn't care who she's teamed up with, as long as they know what the fuck they're doing and if they aren't too annoying. Like Ceann. "Stop show-boating so we can get this fucking over with already."
Oh yeah. She likes to swear too.

Bio:Sylvanas was always rather "rough and tough" by other people's standards, but she was softer back then. Always a vicious fighter, but she was softer. She held an inbred hatred for the Colossus folk, but for no personal reason rather than being at war with their kind and killing them. That all changed when her mate, a Great Red like herself got killed by one by a well placed blow in the head. Since then, she has always been rather mean and discrete. To this day she wallows in her own sorrow that can be cleansed through the blood of a Colossus. She was instructed to keep watch after the two dragons that were sent to escort the human when she was able. When she's not doing that, which is 65-70% of the time, she's at Drakesphere, exploring, or killing Colossals.

Powers: Fire and Death. Most notably, she basically breathes fire, fireballs, engulf herself in fire, and has an amazing resistance to heat. As well as being able to sense death, breath a vile stench that kills plants and sickens creatures, and tell when creatures die; except for dragons. She can also commune with ghosts and spirits, which comes off to most dragons as talking to herself. She can also raise up to one undead creature at a time. The larger it is, the more energy it consumes and the reanimation spell doesn't last as long. When a dead creature raised is killed again, it turns into ash, and the spirit is erased.

Alright alright! Now to just put the IC and all of you can begin rping!

Oh sweet more people!

Let me work on an ICP...

Posted, though I am leaving out the dragon until someone else introduces one.

Sorry for the Double post... But Eo's post... has me befuddled. He has placed Taylor in a class room, where Alex had said it was Saturday and she was walking outside after reading a history book. Not exactly sure what happened there...

Hmm... I suppose Eo's post could have occurred moments before Taylor decided to walk out? And they might be in the school library or something.

Maybe... but on Saturday? Either I am wrong about most schools being closed on Saturdays, or... I overlooked something. Cause the posts seem to contradict each other in several ways.

Perhaps Eo and Alex could sync up when they arrive later, then...