Accepted Characters
Name: Darek Thurston
Age: 20
Gender: male
Dragoon spirit: Water
Personality: Darek is the cool headed and collective type. Kind hearted and loyal most of the time but, you start a fight with him of threaten someone close to him and he turns in to a cold a calculating swordsman.
History: Darek grew up as the son of small town smith that was growing in popularity among nobles and knights. In the first few years of his life, Darek followed his father’s work and became moderately skilled in the craft. This changed after a trip with his father to a nearby town to deliver a sword to a local knight. While his father conducted his business, Darek set out to explore the town. Little did he know, that the hands of fate would soon shift his life in a new direction.
Earlier in the day he had come across a kind girl and her sister. Darek passed the time by playing with them for a while. But, when it started getting late, Darek knew that his father would be done with business soon and would want him back at the inn before dark. Darek had been on his way back to the inn when he saw it. Smoke, rising not far off and coming from the direction he had just come from. Darek turned and sped back to the girl’s house and saw flame beginning to grow. There was an old man there that was trying desperately to pound the door open. There was only one reason for someone to be trying to get into a burning building. There must be a chance that someone was still alive.
The thought drove all fear out of him as he made his way to a side window that the fire had not reached yet. Darek pulled himself through the window and ran to the door. A wooden beam had fallen at an angle on the door. Darek backed up and ran at the beam, slamming his shoulder into the firey beam and was able to move them beam enough for the old man to get into the house. The old man looked down on Darek with an interesting expression. The old man placed a hand on his shoulder and ran for the stairs. But they were blocked with wood that had fallen from the roof. There was a gap at the pile of wood that was just large enough for him to crawl through. Once on the other side he ran from room to room and found the dreadful sight. The girl that he had played with that day lay in a puddle of blood.
Darek ran to her side to find that she was still alive but, just barely. Darek gently picked her up and ran back to the stairs but, they were still blocked. Then, with a sudden creak, to roof collapsed over him. As a reaction, he shielded her from the wood with his own body. What happened next, Darek was not sure. The next thing he remembered was the old man pulling back the wood and picking up the girl. Darek pushed himself up and helped the old man out of the house.
Darek told the old man that his father had rented a room for the night at the inn and that he could take the girl there while he ran to find the doctor. Once Darek returned to the inn with a doctor he found his dad and the old man talking outside the room. Darek had expected his father to be angry with him for being gone for so long but, his father ran up to him and embraced him in his bib burly arms and told him how proud he was of him.
He and his father stayed with the girl as well as the old man. The old man told his father that her family was dead and she would need good people to take care of her. His father had offered to adopt her himself but, the old man had convinced him that she should be given to a family that could not have children. Darek’s father knew of a couple in their village that had lost a child at birth and were told that they would not be able to birth another child again and the old man agreed that they would fit well.
The old man took Darek aside and told him that both him and the girl were destined for great things but, he would have to avoid telling her about his part in her rescue. For a true hero is one that does not take credit for his actions. Though Darek did not want to, he could feel that the old man knew what he was talking about and agreed not to tell her. It was during this time that he heard his first story about the dragoons. He was inspired by them and made a childish vow to become one someday. Once they returned home Darek found that the old man had bought a house n his village and soon became the local story teller. Darek went to his house to hear the stories all the time and to check on the girl, for she had become very attached to the old man.
As Darek’s father moved up in the world and was called upon by the king as a royal smith for the king’s guard and knights. Darek also became known by the nobles as a skilled swordsman, for he tested each sword that his father forged for the people that they were going to. He soon caught the eye of the young prince and the princess. The prince had befriended Darek and, when he was visiting his father in the capital, he was a honorary member of the prince’s guard and personal sparring partner. The princess was interested in him in other ways. She became infatuated with Darek and had often begged her father to have Darek act as chauffeur and guard when she went out among the people. Darek agreed.
As time went on, Darek’s name became well known around the palace. But Darek never stayed there for long and returned to the village to here a story or two. During his last visit to the palace, the king offered to make him a knight of the prince’s council. Darek said he would but, he would first need to return home to make sure all his affairs were taken care of. The king ordered Darek’s father to forge his son a sword worthy of his new position and have it delivered to the village so he could return with sword in hand.
Upon his return, he heard word about the failing health of the old man and recived a request to come for one last story. Worried about the old man, Darek agreed.
Appearance:
Weapon of choice: A blue steel long sword with the inscription of the knighthood etched down the blade and dragon sculpted hilt.
Gaia name: donie120
Name: Enzeru Zetsumei
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Dragoon spirit: Shadow
Personality: She has a caring heart, but it has been hidden behind the shadows of her past. What most people see is a young woman who's heart is cold and bitter. She is ruthless and shows no mercy to her enemies. She isn't a cruel person though. It is simply that Enzeru no longer trusts anyone in the world around her other than the old man that saved her life when she was only a child. Give her a chance...a reason to have faith in you, and you might just see a glimmer of the person she once was.
History: Enzeru was a young and loving child who lived in a small village. The people of that village were nice, and it had one of the lowest crime rates in all of Endiness. It was hard for anyone in the village to believe that their neighbor would wrong them, and they trusted the other families in the village enough to not even bother with locking their doors. It was a comunity built on kindness, friendship and trust...And Enzeru lived by these values. These values are what blinded the girl and her family to the truth and cost them everything.
It had seemed like just another day in life. Enzeru and her older sister were playing, her mother was cooking, and her father was on his way home from work with a friend of his who would be joining the family for dinner. The name of the man was Andrew and he had been a friend of the family for a few years. It was common for him to come over to the house. He would even watch Enzeru and her sister on days when their parents had to leave the village. That day though, Andrew showed his true colors. As Enzeru's father was walking through the door, his so called friend stabbed him in the back with a dagger. Her mother, having been shocked by what just happened, was paralyzed by fear. Before she was able to get her bearings together, she too fell victim to the blade. While the scene was unfolding, Enzeru's sister had dragged her into another room of the house, hiding both herself and Enzeru in a closet. It was a futile attempt. Andrew knew the house inside and out, and it wasn't long before he found the girls. The next one to fall was the older sister.
Enzeru was now the only one alive and trapped with no way out. Andrew grabbed her by the hair, pulling her out of the closet and throwing her onto the open floor of the room. For a moment, she saw a chance to escape. If she could only get to her feet and to the door, there would be too many people for him to attack her...she could go and get help. She didn't have time to act on those thoughts. As soon as she tried to get to her feet, a sharp pain coursed through her body. Andrew had driven the blade into her back, killing the last member of the family. Or so he thought.
The blade hadn't gone as deep as he had wanted it to, and Enzeru was clinging to life. She knew if she moved, or made the smallest of sounds, he would come back and finish the job. Silently, the young child waited for the man to leave. It seemed to take forever before his fotsteps could no longer be heard running across the floor. She thought she was in the clear, but she noticed a few things. The first was the smell of smoke and fire. Andrew had set the house a blaze when he had taken his leave. The second and more horifying was that she couldn't move. Enzeru had lost a lot of blood and now didn't have the strength to get up and save herself. Her contiousness was fading as the flames grew around her. She realized she wasn't going to get out before it was too late. Her final thoughts as she faded into darkness was that she'd soon be with her family again in the afterlife.
Several days later, Enzeru woke up to an unfamiliar room with people she didn't know rushing around. There was only one person who wasn't frantically moving about. Some old man...old enough to be her grandfather, was sitting in a chair next to the bed she was in. He was watching her, a smile on his face. Though Enzeru didn't speak a word, the man seemed to see the questions in her eyes. He told her what happened with her house catching on fire and how he was able to get her out before the fires engulfed her body completely. He also informed her that the man responsible had escaped and that the other three memebers of her family had been confirmed as dead.
The old man never left her side while she recovered from both the stab wound as well as burn injuries from the fire. Almost a full year went by before she was released, and major changes had taken place. The girl was no longer the Enzeru that was kind and trusting. The chaos of that day had shrouded her life in shadows, letting nothing of her old self shine through. She had come to lose all form of trust in everyone around her, save for the old man. He was the only one she felt she coulld count on, and the only person she had in the world. When the day came that Enzeru was permitted to leave the infimery, the man took her to the village he lived in. At first, she thought he was going to let her live with him, but found that to be untrue. His house wasn't suited for raising a child, and the village leader instead put her in the custody of people she didn't know.
Over the years, Enzeru's adopted family tried to gain her trust, but the scars of her past were too deep. The only one that was ever able to reach her was the old man that she now claimed as her grandfather. They would send her to his house daily, hoping that the visits would help her open up some. It was useless though. Enzeru never did become her old self again. She's now only a few weeks away from being eighteen and the old man, the only thing she really has left in this world, may not live long enough to see her become a woman.
Appearance:
Weapon of choice: A six foot tall double bladed scyth. The blade span is five feet, each blade being apro. two and a half feet in length. The base of the staff is pointed. On the peak of the staff is a cross with the word 'Ranmyaku' etched into it.
Gaia name: Nandoral (Formerly known as Angel Zetsumei)
Name: Lunaris White
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Dragoon spirit: Wind
Personality: Protective, introverted, flirty: Lunaris has always been protective of those he considers friends or allies. This is mostly due to instinct, since he has been that way all of his life. He also primarily keeps his personal matters to himself, preferring to divulge as little information as possible about his past. When it comes to women, Lunaris is a natural flirt, often drawing a lot of attention with his slim body and long white hair. In many towns he goes through, he often has a lot of women flocking near or around him, due to his both charming and enigmatic appearance. In truth, though, he would prefer to find that one woman to be faithful to, not that he doesn't enjoy the company of so many women at once.
History: Lunaris was born and raised in the merchant town of Lohan, where he was primarily alone. He started off in a fairly poor family, often having to result to thievery to get what he and his family needed to survive. When his parents died when he was 12, he ended up stealing to live, keeping primarily to the shadows. This endeavor eventually granted him a very large sum of gold, which he decided to use to not only get himself a new look (clothes, haircut, and weapons), but also to begin a journey to explore the world. Since he was a child, he had also heard the legendary tales of the Dragoons from an old man that claimed to be one of them. Whenever possible, he would sneak away from Lohan to visit him to hear his stories, not certain if they were real. He enjoyed them, nonetheless, making him wish the legends were true, so he could have a chance to become one, as well.
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Weapon of choice: Hand Claws: Lunaris has always been an instinct fighter, using the current situation to gauge how to act. This inspired him to create his own fighting style modeled after the werewolves he had once read about in Lohan's bookstore. As such, his weapons, style, and stance are almost feral in nature, creating a deadly and swift striking pattern that is difficult to read.
Gaia name: DM Draco Moondragon
Name: Sarafina Koneko (Sara for short)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Dragoon spirit:
Personality: She's a tough girl who can have quite the attitude when agitated. She does have her kind side, and is actually a very loving and caring person. She just doesn't want to look weak to those who would normally think her an easy target.
History: Sara at one point lived in some what large village in her earliest years in life. At the age of five though, her father started training her in the family business, bouny hunting. She started her training by finding a weapon that suited her and began learing how to use it effectively. That alone took up the better part of four years. Once her ability to wield a sword was deemed acceptable, her father went on to teach her some of the finer skills such as locating and tracking the bounty. By the age of thirteen, she was taking on small, easy targets. Some of Sara's hunts required her to go through a small village and it never failed that she would always run into the same person every time. At first, she didn't really care for the stories the old man wanted to tell her. What she needed was information on her target, not to be told some age old fairy tale. As time went on though, Sara found herself constantly drawn to the same place and person. One day she desided what-the-hell and finally took the time to listen to the stories. they fasinated her and from that point on, any time Sara had to go through that village, she made it a point to stop by the old man's place for another story.
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Gaia name: Nandora
