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@Altair Ohhh, a fellow Pinoy! It's nice to meet you! Yup, I also do fanfiction. Will not proofread homework or commercial work like business presentations though, lol. XD

You can post your materials here or PM them to me. ^^

@SocialBookWorm More bios after this post... [quote][size=5]Cancer[/size] was always a little off. He always wore a large fanged smile when speaking to any other dragon. It creeped the rest of the clan out enough that they began to discuss throwing him out. Their decision was made easier when they found him running his claws down a hatchling to watch them bleed; the sight of the crimson liquid fascinated him. His smile came from his daydreams of skinning his clanmates alive, to relish in their screams and dripping blood. He scarred and killed six different dragons as he made a break for it, just to spill more of that wonderful liquid. He took to the skies, craving even more of it. The feeling and urge was so strong, he attacked the first group of living things he ran into, a group of eleven fae. He was soundly defeated by the coordinated effort of the group, the eleven of them moving smoothly together. Capricorn held him down, demanding to know what he wanted, and Cancer looked at them, demanding to know how they did that. After the initial reactions of confusion, anger, and humor, the Zodiac got his story out of him. Pisces took him as a protege, teaching him all that she knew about combat, including the control needed to slip under normal dragons' radars. Together, they made a terrifying pair. He still craved blood, but he went after familiars instead of other dragons. When they fought against the Dreamcatchers, he dyed his wings in their blood and was the last to fall. In the Facility, he snapped at the guards, his fangs and claws always ready to dig into those who stand against the Zodiac.[/quote] [quote][size=5]Castor[/size] From the first day he had hatched, Pollux had always been there, hovering just over his shoulders. She had been the one who had fed him, who had told him stories, the one who had praised him for a job well done. And it was her fault that he never had to face any of the consequences of his actions. It had started innocently. He had just wanted the shiny jewelry to give to his sister. Something to pay her back for all the time that she had spent on him. It hadn't been that hard to slip under the security that the clan that owned it had placed and take the jewelry, more of a little bauble than anything else. She had stared at him, then at the jewelry. Castor had though that she was going to be mad at him for the first time ever, but instead she had smiled, told him he had done a good job as always and wore the jewelry from then on. (She still wears it. The Dreamcatchers had found out the hard way that she was never going to part with it.) From there it almost became an addiction, the pumping of his blood as he slipped into places he shouldn't have been and took things that weren't his. He started to pick fights with others from the clan, knowing that his sister would take care of any of the fallout. Until the Dreamcatchers came. As they dragged him away from his home, his sister came from out of nowhere, screeching and claiming his crimes as her own. The clan that had come to hate them said nothing and he was thrown in prison, the freedom that he had come to love taken from him. But still his sister protects him, and the Zodiac hones his skills while she plots to break them out, his protector to the last.[/quote] [quote][size=5]Pollux[/size] When the day came for her to choose, it wasn't really a choice. She would do anything for her brother. She was the one who had cared for him, protected him, raised him, the one who had loved him. She was the one who watched out for him, who hid the proof of his crimes. She reassured him through everything that he did, told him that he was just doing what he had to. So when the Dreamcatchers appeared, talking of a prison that would be designed specifically for Faes and the rest of the clan started to send glances at Castor, she didn't hesitate. It wasn't hard to track down where the Dreamcatchers' lair was. It was even easier to sneak inside; it was designed to keep the dragons inside, not out of it, after all. The Zodiac were thrilled to have someone who could tell them of how the outside world was changing, of how they could use it to their advantage. And enranged that their captors were trying to stop the next generation of thieves and criminals. Pollux managed to make her way back to her own clan in time to see her brother being handed over to the Dreamcatchers. She had screeched, throwing herself at them, claiming that it had been her who had done it all; she had led her poor brother along. It had all been her idea! No one in the clan had spoken, and not able to tell who the criminal really was, she was simply thrown into the prison with her brother. She fumed at the people who would dare take her brother's freedom from him, and often spent her time scratching at the reed bars to unnerve the guards. One day though, she swore, one day her brother would soar across the sky once more, and none would hold him back. Even if she had to bloody her claws to do it.[/quote] [quote][size=5]Pixie[/size] had been born blind. Had he been born as pretty much any other bred, he would have been considered handicapped, not crippled. But being unable to see the body language or fins of his fellow faes, there was no way he would be able to effectively understand and thus communicate with them. Even his parents thought that he was doomed to die. They tried their best though, struggling to teach him all that a dragon needed to know to survive. They even brought in dragons of other species to try and see if the tonal communication would help him understand, and even though Pixie couldn't respond in kind, he did learn how tonal communication worked. He grew up with it from a young age and that was what he got used to. His other senses slowly grew to try and compensate for his lacking in sight, until he could hear the rustle of the other fae moving, even if he couldn't see their positions to know what they were feeling. He could live, he could fight, his magic power having been discovered to be off the charts in strength even if he couldn't aim. But every day was a struggle and he was starting to slow his community down. So they left him behind, abandoning him to the cold and snow-filled world of the Southern Icefield to wander until death. But young though he was, Pixie fought to survive. He relied solely on his other senses, his only thoughts about where to find his next meal or a warm place to sleep, until he forgot how to think and reason like a normal dragon, turning feral in his attempt to survive. Feral was how Ripple found him. She brought him back to her clan, a place where they could use every hand available and set him to work using his magic to tunnel in the cave they lived in. The clan lived in a harsh situation, but there were those who were friendly and kind to him, slowly coaching him how to be a civilized dragon once more. It wasn't uncommon to find him curled up with a spiral or an imperial, just chatting away. As he recovered, Pixie showed himself to be a cheerful sort of fae, partly because he didn't know that he should be upset with his situation, and partly because he did believe things could get better. He played with anyone who wanted to, hoping to cheer them up, but would snap and snarl at anyone who threatened those he thought of as his. But more than anything he could be found spending time with Ripple, the two of them spending hours chatting and talking, or just lying next to each other. Pixie thought it was probably his fault that Ripple finally fought back against the clan leader. He didn't hesitate to join her in the fight though, charging in right after her, magic flowing along his claws and devastating all in his path. They fought long and hard, but in the end they lost not soon after Pixie tore the throat out of the leader's mate for threatening Ripple. The others that fought with them were executed, and they were thrown into the Taijitu Facility, left to live with the pain of having failed, and knowing that with the bars between them, they couldn't communicate except for the few times one of the Dreamcatchers let them stay in the same cell.[/quote]

@SocialBookWorm All done. Thanks again! [quote][size=5]Vincent[/size] Unlike the rest of the dragons in the Taijitu Facility for Troubled Fae, Vincent didn't do anything to deserve getting thrown into it. The quiet, introverted bookworm struggled to fit in until Peitho took him under her wing. His parents weren't the best dragons, preferring to spend time taking care of the clan, rather than care for their hatchlings. Oh, they loved him, of that he had no doubt, but they loved the clan more. They left him to be raised by his uncle, who definitely didn't care. He found refuge in the clan library, devouring books of all types, always wanting more. The words, people, and knowledge he found there could briefly drown out his uncle's hurtful words. There he could escape from his painful reality for a few hours. The precarious balance he had found toppled over when his uncle finally crossed a line. When the older dragon killed a member of the clan, his own sister, Vincent had thought that his life was finally going to improve and was shocked when the investigation led to him. Despite the protests of his innocence, his clan took him to the Dreamcatchers who threw him in prison. It said a lot about his self-esteem that his biggest worry about being forced to stay there, with hardened criminals, was the lack of books. He was thrown into the Facility at the same time Peitho was, forcing her to spend most of her time with him. He thought her fumbling attempts at trying to care for the first time was hilarious. His quiet but defensive demeanor warmed several other faes to him, and they often snuck books to him when they snuck out.[/quote] [quote][size=5]Cloudrunner[/size] He was still young and he knew that, but that didn't stop Cloudrunner from training himself till he collapsed. He grew up in bars and reeds, his wings weak from never having been used except to reach things that were too high. The Zodiac's whispers were in his dreams and the Dreamcatchers' teachings were his life. He was a paradox in morals and feelings, forever stuck between a struggle he knew he would never fully understand. But there was one thing he understood. That his parents loved him with all of their hearts. His first memory was of his father wrapping a wing around him and begging ShadedSky not to take him away. He remembered the warmth of the appendage and the terror that reverberated through Pixie's voice. ShadedSky's face didn't change even as the larger dragon pinned them down and ripped Cloudrunner from his parents. But before the imperial had left, he turned his head back to his parents, who were sobbing, and apologized, promising to look after him. Cloudrunner knew that since the one that had taken him was ShadedSky and not Layne like all the other hatchlings, he would not be chosen to be exalted and serve the Windsinger. He couldn't get his parents' faces out of his head whenever he heard the Dreamcatchers talk, and he was constantly fighting with them to see his parents again. Or maybe that was the difference, rather than having parents from the original Zodiac, who never seemed to care about their hatchlings; him simply walking to his parents' cell would make them light up as if they were light dragons. He would rush to their side, and relish in their warmth, wishing he could have that every day without other dragons watching their every move. He grew to hate. He hated the Dreamcatchers who had, in his opinion, unfairly imprisoned his parents. He hated the Zodiac who tried to twist his anger into something they could use. He hated himself for gravitating towards them. He hated the world that made this whole situation possible. So he spent his days training, working to burn off his anger. There was nothing he could do about it though. His sense of justice wrapped him in a hold that refused to let go, and he soon found himself pulling away from the Dreamcatchers altogether, struggling to even express some form of positive emotion around anyone. All there was in his heart was anger, all-encompassing and choking him from the inside out.[/quote] [quote][size=5]Anut[/size] is an earth spirit. She is the forest of Anut. The twisting brown trees are her body, the sun-dappled green leaves are her wings. She knows the taste of the soil and the rustling whispers of the wind. Anut is a fairly large forest, and thus has a fairly well-established following. She is the land, its creatures are her wards. Shrines/Altars: Dragons have set up a shrine to Anut near the main pathway entering the woods. She can be summoned anywhere in the woods, but her particular sacred places include the Hazelnut Grove. Offerings: Proper treatment of her land is most important. Over-logging and harm to the environment are the quickest ways to earn her displeasure. She may be appeased by food and proper care of the woods (planting new trees, etc.) Epithets: Earth-Spirit, Land-Spirit, Daughter of Earth, Daughter of Zeme, Keeper of Trees[/quote] [quote][size=5]Nime[/size] is a water spirit, and a spirit of the ocean. She and her sisters swim in the salt spray. They are the cresting waves. Her scales gleam like the sunlit sea, and ever-shifting currents flow across her body. She is the sea itself. Shrines/Altars: The entire sea is her home, shared with spirits like her. Offerings: Sailors often try to win the good favor of sea-spirits with prayers and small offerings of food, as well as various superstitions. Proper respect is the most important factor, not the gifts themselves. And a disrespected spirit can easily turn the waves against a ship.... Epithets: Daughter of Nemunas, Daughter of the Sea, Sea-Spirit[/quote]

@Disillusionist
Ohhh that's awesome xD I haven't met a Pinoy here in a while :P And that's cool, I'm still proofreading it myself before I send it over to you. There's still some holes in it because I wanted to get the descriptions as accurate as possible, but I think I'll just fill them up so that it doesn't look so jarring. I'll send it over in a while through PM :)

@Disillusionist

Thanks so much! Payment has been sent, I would have sent more, but I'm a little broke at the moment :'D My gijinkas are actually for a generator so that I have references when I finally get around to buying art for all my dergs ^-^;;

Expect me to be back with more, and probably some rewritten ones eventually! Thanks again! ^-^

@SocialBookWorm No problem; it's PWYW for a reason, after all. I want people to be able to show off their lore and feel comfortable about the grammar and spelling, no matter how rich or poor they are. XD

I'd be pleased to proofread or just read more of your stories. Btw, what's the generator you use for the gijinka refs? I would like to try it.

Throws this link at you

@SocialBookWorm Thaaanks. XD I make my own gijinka, so this might help me find more inspiration and ease. Whoo!

Hello? :u Could you perhaps proofread these three's bios? [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=29818547] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/298186/29818547_350.png[/img] [/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21823253] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/218233/21823253_350.png[/img] [/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28812141] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/288122/28812141_350.png[/img] [/url] I feel the last one is especially a soup of awkward, despite being short, but i don't know what to do about it or if it's all in my head. :'D I might pay someone to rewrite the first one entirely to improve the style but for now i'd settle for good grammer~

@whiteraven90 Hey, there, fellow IBC-er! I'll get started right away, thank you. :D Would you like me to PM the finished ones to you, or just post them here? (By default, proofread works are posted in the thread -- it makes them easier to track. ^^)