Character sheet if you'd like to join:
Name:
Dragon type:
Abilities (no two the same):
Appearance:
Nobility:
Anthro or feral preference:
Please do not god mod your character or it will be rejected. Please provide an entrance and a little bit of background in your post please. ^^ Also, try to be literate and make a post 5+ sentences. :)
Name: Lira Raximir (2nd version)
Dragon type: Guardian
Abilities (no two the same): Can manipulate and use sound waves.
Appearance: Red scales, prefers her anthro form, with ice coloured wings and horns. Usually wears a tank top and shorts in anthro form. Eyes are flat black.
Nobility: Used to work as a personal scribe for royalty. Is now a master thief.
Anthro or feral preference: Either
The skies were dark, the lights of the street turning themselves on after a few moments more. Off to the side, in a hidden alleyway sat a strange crimson figure, with eyes to match the night. She was waiting. Waiting for someone who was supposed to delivery money for long overdue services. Her impatience was beginning to rise, clearly shown by tapping her foot on the ground. After a while, she steps out of the alley, having decided to go find the delivery herself. She had been waiting there for almost an hour.
Name:
Dragon type:
Abilities (no two the same):
Appearance:
Nobility:
Anthro or feral preference:
Please do not god mod your character or it will be rejected. Please provide an entrance and a little bit of background in your post please. ^^ Also, try to be literate and make a post 5+ sentences. :)
Name: Lira Raximir (2nd version)
Dragon type: Guardian
Abilities (no two the same): Can manipulate and use sound waves.
Appearance: Red scales, prefers her anthro form, with ice coloured wings and horns. Usually wears a tank top and shorts in anthro form. Eyes are flat black.
Nobility: Used to work as a personal scribe for royalty. Is now a master thief.
Anthro or feral preference: Either
The skies were dark, the lights of the street turning themselves on after a few moments more. Off to the side, in a hidden alleyway sat a strange crimson figure, with eyes to match the night. She was waiting. Waiting for someone who was supposed to delivery money for long overdue services. Her impatience was beginning to rise, clearly shown by tapping her foot on the ground. After a while, she steps out of the alley, having decided to go find the delivery herself. She had been waiting there for almost an hour.