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avengerofjadePlayer Information ;
Your Nickname: Goa
OOC Journal: Edaigoa
Under 18? No
Email/IM: Edaigoa@gmail.com / Edaigoa /this is the theme here!
Characters Played at Singularity: None
Character Information ;
Name: Wistala Irelianova
Name of Canon: Age of Fire series; Dragon Avenger, Dragon Strike
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: Canon
Reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Age_of_Fire
Canon Point: Before the forth book, Dragon Strike
Setting: The series is set in a world of men, elves, dwarves, and speaking, intelligent dragons, and is a land almost constantly at war with itself. In general, it seems to be a fantasy version of earth's past, set in and under an area approximately coinciding with middle ages Europe and the middle east, known as the remnants of the old Hypatian (heh) Empire. Once a mighty empire with all hominid races treated equally, it has long since broken apart and fallen firmly into decline, with the remaining bits of land ruled by cruel thanes and unjust lords. It is bordered on all sides by other fragmented lands, most notably the Wheel of Fire, a bastion of the dwarves to the East in the Red Mountains, and the Empire of Ghioz to the south, serving as a sort of Middle Eastern equivalent. ...and then there is the Lower World.
The Lower World stretches under virtually every land of the Upper World; it is the realm of caves and underground rivers, old lava tubes and mine shafts, and is actually extensively populated. Dwarves, Blighters, and Demen are the most common hominids, but it is there that most dragons have retreated.
At the series opening, dragons are well into their decline from the world, hunted by all intelligent hominids - dragon parts can fetch their weight in gold and are prized for their supposed strengthening properties, and no one wants dragons hunting or worse, breeding on their land. And what's more, some wish to take eggs and hatchlings, to raise them as dull, mindless mounts for their own purposes.
Dragons, in general, live alone or in mated pairs, guarding a territory and raising hatchlings; males can become combative when in proximity with one another, so it is generally for the best. But with the growing hunts against them, living in greater numbers has become the best way to survive, and the largest remnants of dragonkind exist in the last two known holdings.
The Lavadome, to the south, is the largest, comprised of expansive lands in both the Upper and Lower worlds. Ruled by a dragon Tyr, or king, the Lavadome has a fairly military structure, with ranks of aerial guards and a council, oathed guardians and apprentices, all the way down to humanoid slaves and thralls.
The Sadda-Vale, far to the north, is much smaller, and home to group of distantly related dragons who also keep thralls and live lavishly. It is ruled with an iron fist by a single albino female named Scabia, and the safety of the place is bought with cruelty.
Magic, apparently once far more commonplace, is all but forgotten other than a few old relics and trinkets, though those who can use it occasionally crop up.
Wistala is one of the surviving hatchlings from a clutch outside of those two holdings. Her parents slaughtered in front of her, and hunted by slaving Dwarves and the Dragonblade, a renouned dragon hunter, she managed to survive despite all the dangers of the Upper World; going so far as to gather allies along the way. And as it was the Wheel of Fire that betrayed her parents, Wistala sets her sights on revenge - and actually manages to orchestrate the sacking of the entire bastion, bringing their empire to it's knees by the end of the second novel.
Personality: "Trust, but keep an eye open."
Wistala is an unusually clever dragon, rich in common sense and survival instincts. Fairly no-nonsense, she still has a gentle sense of humor and a caring personality. That said, she can and does harbor a grudge for years, and while readily displaying empathy for those who have done her no wrong, she feels no guilt for killing those that harm her or, more importantly, her own. When her actions in bringing about her revenge get others not involved killed, her resolve nearly breaks, but she presses on despite it.
Despite the lose of her family at the hands of hominids, she out of all of her surviving siblings trusts and values the other races the most, and she is very open to change and the curious workings wrought by clever human hands that most dragons shy away from. Her adoptive elvish father, Rainfall, taught her a love of books and music and art, and she holds all of those things dear to her hearts.
Abilities, Weaknesses, and Power Limitation Suggestions: Wistala's greatest strength is her mind. Her ability to improvise, to understand hominid traps, weapons, and inventions she had never before encountered was often the thing that saved her life. Other then that, she is a dragon.
Technically a young adult and still growing, she is probably around 25 feet long, not counting her tail or wingspan, both unusually large for a female. The best sense of scale given in the book states that can carry a full grown mule in her mouth, to the scale of a bird-dog with a duck, though that would be more than a full mouthful and a meal in of itself. Armored with tough, metal-based scale, she has the usual claws, fangs, and wings of a dragon, as well as the ability to spit fire.
Like a certain other series, the dragons of this word share a talent for inter-species telepathy. Close family members and mates can share thoughts, words, and mind-pictures when in proximity to one another, and hatchlings learn how to speak while in the egg from dreams gifted in this way. They cannot mentally assault anyone, however, and the more distantly they know someone the harder it is even to willingly communicate in this way, until they simply don't even try. It is possible that she could communicate with a skilled telepath this way, though it is certainly debatable how well or far.
She also displays some talent for languages. She can speak and read Parl (the 'English' equivalent) and elvish, while being fluent in dragon. She is also shown speaking beast-speak, some strange omni-tongue for lesser, stupider creatures like horses and mules. The same is true of bird-speech, while cat is similar to dragon-tongue. ...And she can swear in dwarvish. Lovely.
But the dragons have plenty of weaknesses, and even one human of sufficient skill can kill an adult. Dragons have a pair of twin hearts in the neck, and along with the thin, metal-less scale at the underside, can be easily periced. Wing membranes are thin and easily torn. The fire bladder - the organ that holds the fatty mix of various fluids for their flame, is at the base of the neck, which can be stabbed and injured, perhaps irreparably. It also empties fairly quickly, and can only be refilled with when there is plentiful food to be had.
Also, dragons with scale require frequent metal in their diets, to keep their scale healthy and replace those that might be lost. Their hunger for metals is hard to resist when in smelling-distance, and lead them to behave stupidly in it's pursuit.
Wistala has been tricked and trapped several times by those more clever than she, and can easily be surprised by someone more ruthless than even her revenge has demanded of her. Especially in a world of electronics and technology, she will be especially naive.
She is approximately the size of a Transformer, but a good deal lighter and more fragile than any robot. That said, she could easily be reduced in size if needed.
Inventory: Not much. A leather and metal neck-harness that rests at the base of her long neck, with pockets all around, and a hollow crystal on the front, which holds her adoptive elf-father's battle sash. There is probably an small assortment of books, scrolls and maps contained within in the pockets, but most are filled with soft metals for eating.
A small bit of golden topaz, set in a chain, dangling from her horns - the sign of her Agent-Librarian of Hypat status.
Appearance: She's a big damn dragon. Based on guesswork from details in the book, she's approximately 25 feet long not counting the tail, and not even 10 feet tall at the shoulder. Green-scaled, like all females, she has fairly short legs, with impressive wings and a unusually long tail "far too much longer than her neck", to paraphrase the insulting opinion of a male dragon. With her thick scale from years of healthy metal eating, she is fairly 'stacked' for a dragonelle, or female.
Age: Approximately 15-17ish winters old, though she is technically considered an adult, as dragons come into sexual maturity once their wings emerge, at about 13 or so.
OC/AU Justification ;
If AU, How is Your Version Different From Canon, and How Will That Come Across? N/A
If OC, Did You Run Your Character Through a Mary-Sue Litmus Test? N/A
And What Did You Score? N/A
Samples ;
Log Sample: Wistala sniffed at the window of the strange, false world, feeling the deep cold of high-skies burn at the edge of her nostrils. A strange prison, made far stranger by the freedom she had so far been granted. It floated high, far past the sky-point all dragons knew never to go. So close to the stars, it felt like she could reach out and pluck then out of the sky, and all the edges of a world - a whole world! - shown at once down below.
She'd never seen such blackness, not even in the Lower World, no matter how the stars flickered like the glowing lichens.
It made her drop her griff in a strange sort of fear, the armored jaw fans rattling against scale in her nervousness, and she turned her back to the window. She was so very far from home she couldn't even fathom it properly, and it was like being a hatchling all over again, trembling at the big, wide world.
But at least the old world she knew, even before she cracked her shell. Sky was up, dirt was down, the Lower World was down further; not this strange, world-in-a-shell floating above another world that she knew, somehow, was not the one she had set foot on before.
She was suddenly, completely, more alone than she had ever been, and the empty feeling of the strange, towering hominid cities did nothing to alleviate the sensation. It wasn't natural, and she wished for nothing more than a solid, normal cave to crawl into, to feel the rocks and bones of the earth under her claws.
"...Come on, Tala. Don't skulk like a snake now."
If nothing else, she was stubborn. Lifting her head from where it had drooped to past her knees, she huffed out a heavy breath. Perhaps there were others to find. Those 'garden zones' sounded worth exploring, at the very least. Finally, she opened her wings and dove off the empty building, soaring through the deserted city.
Network Sample: -t least it's shiny.
[The wearable comes online with a lovely, upward sight of a large green nostril, and a snake-like, pink tongue flicking directly at the camera. Of course, the moment the holographic display comes up, the nose jerks back with a startled, yelping growl, and the view goes mad as the wearable is nearly jerked off a scaly wrist. When it finally stabilizes, there is a unobstructed view of a giant, green dragon face...that manages to look rather puzzled.]
Oh! How clever! What sort of magic is this?
[And then, right back to the cautious sniffing. The dragon ends up prodding randomly the giant-sized holo-display, which momentarily turns the camera off, along with eating all of her desktop icons, poor thing, not that anyone else can see that! Then it comes back on. Not that she knows that, either; she is apparently oblivious to the fact that she is transmitting anything at all.]
Your Nickname: Goa
OOC Journal: Edaigoa
Under 18? No
Email/IM: Edaigoa@gmail.com / Edaigoa /this is the theme here!
Characters Played at Singularity: None
Character Information ;
Name: Wistala Irelianova
Name of Canon: Age of Fire series; Dragon Avenger, Dragon Strike
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: Canon
Reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Age_of_Fire
Canon Point: Before the forth book, Dragon Strike
Setting: The series is set in a world of men, elves, dwarves, and speaking, intelligent dragons, and is a land almost constantly at war with itself. In general, it seems to be a fantasy version of earth's past, set in and under an area approximately coinciding with middle ages Europe and the middle east, known as the remnants of the old Hypatian (heh) Empire. Once a mighty empire with all hominid races treated equally, it has long since broken apart and fallen firmly into decline, with the remaining bits of land ruled by cruel thanes and unjust lords. It is bordered on all sides by other fragmented lands, most notably the Wheel of Fire, a bastion of the dwarves to the East in the Red Mountains, and the Empire of Ghioz to the south, serving as a sort of Middle Eastern equivalent. ...and then there is the Lower World.
The Lower World stretches under virtually every land of the Upper World; it is the realm of caves and underground rivers, old lava tubes and mine shafts, and is actually extensively populated. Dwarves, Blighters, and Demen are the most common hominids, but it is there that most dragons have retreated.
At the series opening, dragons are well into their decline from the world, hunted by all intelligent hominids - dragon parts can fetch their weight in gold and are prized for their supposed strengthening properties, and no one wants dragons hunting or worse, breeding on their land. And what's more, some wish to take eggs and hatchlings, to raise them as dull, mindless mounts for their own purposes.
Dragons, in general, live alone or in mated pairs, guarding a territory and raising hatchlings; males can become combative when in proximity with one another, so it is generally for the best. But with the growing hunts against them, living in greater numbers has become the best way to survive, and the largest remnants of dragonkind exist in the last two known holdings.
The Lavadome, to the south, is the largest, comprised of expansive lands in both the Upper and Lower worlds. Ruled by a dragon Tyr, or king, the Lavadome has a fairly military structure, with ranks of aerial guards and a council, oathed guardians and apprentices, all the way down to humanoid slaves and thralls.
The Sadda-Vale, far to the north, is much smaller, and home to group of distantly related dragons who also keep thralls and live lavishly. It is ruled with an iron fist by a single albino female named Scabia, and the safety of the place is bought with cruelty.
Magic, apparently once far more commonplace, is all but forgotten other than a few old relics and trinkets, though those who can use it occasionally crop up.
Wistala is one of the surviving hatchlings from a clutch outside of those two holdings. Her parents slaughtered in front of her, and hunted by slaving Dwarves and the Dragonblade, a renouned dragon hunter, she managed to survive despite all the dangers of the Upper World; going so far as to gather allies along the way. And as it was the Wheel of Fire that betrayed her parents, Wistala sets her sights on revenge - and actually manages to orchestrate the sacking of the entire bastion, bringing their empire to it's knees by the end of the second novel.
Personality: "Trust, but keep an eye open."
Wistala is an unusually clever dragon, rich in common sense and survival instincts. Fairly no-nonsense, she still has a gentle sense of humor and a caring personality. That said, she can and does harbor a grudge for years, and while readily displaying empathy for those who have done her no wrong, she feels no guilt for killing those that harm her or, more importantly, her own. When her actions in bringing about her revenge get others not involved killed, her resolve nearly breaks, but she presses on despite it.
Despite the lose of her family at the hands of hominids, she out of all of her surviving siblings trusts and values the other races the most, and she is very open to change and the curious workings wrought by clever human hands that most dragons shy away from. Her adoptive elvish father, Rainfall, taught her a love of books and music and art, and she holds all of those things dear to her hearts.
Abilities, Weaknesses, and Power Limitation Suggestions: Wistala's greatest strength is her mind. Her ability to improvise, to understand hominid traps, weapons, and inventions she had never before encountered was often the thing that saved her life. Other then that, she is a dragon.
Technically a young adult and still growing, she is probably around 25 feet long, not counting her tail or wingspan, both unusually large for a female. The best sense of scale given in the book states that can carry a full grown mule in her mouth, to the scale of a bird-dog with a duck, though that would be more than a full mouthful and a meal in of itself. Armored with tough, metal-based scale, she has the usual claws, fangs, and wings of a dragon, as well as the ability to spit fire.
Like a certain other series, the dragons of this word share a talent for inter-species telepathy. Close family members and mates can share thoughts, words, and mind-pictures when in proximity to one another, and hatchlings learn how to speak while in the egg from dreams gifted in this way. They cannot mentally assault anyone, however, and the more distantly they know someone the harder it is even to willingly communicate in this way, until they simply don't even try. It is possible that she could communicate with a skilled telepath this way, though it is certainly debatable how well or far.
She also displays some talent for languages. She can speak and read Parl (the 'English' equivalent) and elvish, while being fluent in dragon. She is also shown speaking beast-speak, some strange omni-tongue for lesser, stupider creatures like horses and mules. The same is true of bird-speech, while cat is similar to dragon-tongue. ...And she can swear in dwarvish. Lovely.
But the dragons have plenty of weaknesses, and even one human of sufficient skill can kill an adult. Dragons have a pair of twin hearts in the neck, and along with the thin, metal-less scale at the underside, can be easily periced. Wing membranes are thin and easily torn. The fire bladder - the organ that holds the fatty mix of various fluids for their flame, is at the base of the neck, which can be stabbed and injured, perhaps irreparably. It also empties fairly quickly, and can only be refilled with when there is plentiful food to be had.
Also, dragons with scale require frequent metal in their diets, to keep their scale healthy and replace those that might be lost. Their hunger for metals is hard to resist when in smelling-distance, and lead them to behave stupidly in it's pursuit.
Wistala has been tricked and trapped several times by those more clever than she, and can easily be surprised by someone more ruthless than even her revenge has demanded of her. Especially in a world of electronics and technology, she will be especially naive.
She is approximately the size of a Transformer, but a good deal lighter and more fragile than any robot. That said, she could easily be reduced in size if needed.
Inventory: Not much. A leather and metal neck-harness that rests at the base of her long neck, with pockets all around, and a hollow crystal on the front, which holds her adoptive elf-father's battle sash. There is probably an small assortment of books, scrolls and maps contained within in the pockets, but most are filled with soft metals for eating.
A small bit of golden topaz, set in a chain, dangling from her horns - the sign of her Agent-Librarian of Hypat status.
Appearance: She's a big damn dragon. Based on guesswork from details in the book, she's approximately 25 feet long not counting the tail, and not even 10 feet tall at the shoulder. Green-scaled, like all females, she has fairly short legs, with impressive wings and a unusually long tail "far too much longer than her neck", to paraphrase the insulting opinion of a male dragon. With her thick scale from years of healthy metal eating, she is fairly 'stacked' for a dragonelle, or female.
Age: Approximately 15-17ish winters old, though she is technically considered an adult, as dragons come into sexual maturity once their wings emerge, at about 13 or so.
OC/AU Justification ;
If AU, How is Your Version Different From Canon, and How Will That Come Across? N/A
If OC, Did You Run Your Character Through a Mary-Sue Litmus Test? N/A
And What Did You Score? N/A
Samples ;
Log Sample: Wistala sniffed at the window of the strange, false world, feeling the deep cold of high-skies burn at the edge of her nostrils. A strange prison, made far stranger by the freedom she had so far been granted. It floated high, far past the sky-point all dragons knew never to go. So close to the stars, it felt like she could reach out and pluck then out of the sky, and all the edges of a world - a whole world! - shown at once down below.
She'd never seen such blackness, not even in the Lower World, no matter how the stars flickered like the glowing lichens.
It made her drop her griff in a strange sort of fear, the armored jaw fans rattling against scale in her nervousness, and she turned her back to the window. She was so very far from home she couldn't even fathom it properly, and it was like being a hatchling all over again, trembling at the big, wide world.
But at least the old world she knew, even before she cracked her shell. Sky was up, dirt was down, the Lower World was down further; not this strange, world-in-a-shell floating above another world that she knew, somehow, was not the one she had set foot on before.
She was suddenly, completely, more alone than she had ever been, and the empty feeling of the strange, towering hominid cities did nothing to alleviate the sensation. It wasn't natural, and she wished for nothing more than a solid, normal cave to crawl into, to feel the rocks and bones of the earth under her claws.
"...Come on, Tala. Don't skulk like a snake now."
If nothing else, she was stubborn. Lifting her head from where it had drooped to past her knees, she huffed out a heavy breath. Perhaps there were others to find. Those 'garden zones' sounded worth exploring, at the very least. Finally, she opened her wings and dove off the empty building, soaring through the deserted city.
Network Sample: -t least it's shiny.
[The wearable comes online with a lovely, upward sight of a large green nostril, and a snake-like, pink tongue flicking directly at the camera. Of course, the moment the holographic display comes up, the nose jerks back with a startled, yelping growl, and the view goes mad as the wearable is nearly jerked off a scaly wrist. When it finally stabilizes, there is a unobstructed view of a giant, green dragon face...that manages to look rather puzzled.]
Oh! How clever! What sort of magic is this?
[And then, right back to the cautious sniffing. The dragon ends up prodding randomly the giant-sized holo-display, which momentarily turns the camera off, along with eating all of her desktop icons, poor thing, not that anyone else can see that! Then it comes back on. Not that she knows that, either; she is apparently oblivious to the fact that she is transmitting anything at all.]
