Roleplay

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/24733074][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/247331/24733074_350.png[/img][/url] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/VCMMalU.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/OnHGPPB.png[/img][/center] [center][font=Century][size=7][color=#292929]Sosok[/color][/size] --------------------- Entomologist[/font][/center] ------------------- [center][Item=Golden Coa Moth][Item=Petalwing Matriarch][Item=Frost Whisper][/center] [center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/VCMMalU.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]http://i.imgur.com/WcpCcAP.png[/img] [nextcol] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/XEM5qlc.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/ENF4NJH.png[/img][font=Book Antiqua][size=4][size=5][color=#292929]The Flutter of Tiny Wings[/color][/size][img]http://i.imgur.com/HcLmuty.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/l3kRBf2.png[/img][/center] [color=#292929][font=century][size=5]W[/size]ithout a doubt, the most heartrending and miserable sound in Ista is that of Sosok weeping. Normally such a happy soul, the only thing that can reduce him to tears is the death of one of his butterflies. Then, Sosok will set for hours with the poor, bedraggled body in his claws and wail his sorrow to all and sundry, apparently unaware of his clanmates trying to comfort him. [size=5]S[/size]osok has always loved butterflies. They flitter and flutter and bring joy wherever they go, and Sosok cannot help but follow them, smiling and humming happily. He loves the water, too. It's warm in places, cold in others. It surrounds him and makes him fly without using his wings, and h loves to chase the bubbles it makes. Marrying his two loves together, however, proved problematic. No matter what he tried, his butterflies simply could not fly underwater, even though he knew they would be even [i]more[/i] beautiful down there. Each failure brought with it more despair. [size=5]E[/size]ventually, perhaps in pity, perhaps simply to shut him up, Aquillin conjured a flock of butterflies for Sosok. They were only illusions, of course; visible and fluttering only for as long as he concentrated, but it was enough to silence Sosok's wailing. After a few hours, he dropped the illusion, but to his shock the butterflies persisted. His clanmates began to congratulate him: he'd never managed to make them [i]real[/i] before. How had he done it? Baffled, he could only shrug. [size=5]S[/size]omehow - perhaps the remnants of his mother's arcane heritage, perhaps through sheer force of will alone - Sosok had [i]made[/i] the butterflies real. Now able to follow him through the water or the sky, they keep him company, and are more beautiful than any other in Sornieth. Though he still likes to go to the world Above to watch their cousins. [size=5]A[/size]dhara, ideally, would like Sosok to work on his gift, to hone it. She has asked him time and time again if he would devote himself to the task, work with Aquillin, provide support when the lair was under attack. Sosok has proved surprisingly stubborn, however, and never says a word in response. He's happy enough with his butterflies and his beetles (somewhat easier to smuggle underwater), and has no interest in magic, or in learning how his apparent power works. [size=5]N[/size]ot that he ever [i]says[/i] so, any more than he says anything else. [/font][/color] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/1vtchYM.png[/img][/center] [/columns] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/VCMMalU.png[/img][/center] [center][size=2][color=#292929][i]Bio template by @Mibella, find it [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1895073]here[/url].[/i][/color][/size][/center] [center][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/f2d67c54624958ecc22115b3e7cb5a9e/tumblr_omsiglRFph1w18p86o2_r1_250.png[/img] [img]http://orig03.deviantart.net/fcff/f/2017/192/8/1/sosok_by_sunlitfable-dbfyg2l.png[/img] (Art by Silverein and 14thNoah) Most Innocent: || Prettiest: | ♦♦♦

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/3121109][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/31212/3121109_350.png[/img][/url] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/DcwRoIt.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/j5u40fZ.png[/img][/center] [center][font=Century][size=7][color=#292929]Farshantir[/color][/size] --------------------- Librarian / Archivist / Scholar[/font][/center] ------------------- [center][Item=Battered Book of Fables][Item=Water Tome][Item=Indecipherable Textscroll][/center] [center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/DcwRoIt.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]http://i.imgur.com/tH3FHAf.png[/img] [nextcol] [nextcol] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/XEM5qlc.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/ENF4NJH.png[/img][font=Book Antiqua][size=4][size=5][color=#292929]"I am Proud of what I am. I am a Librarian!"[/color][/size][img]http://i.imgur.com/HcLmuty.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/l3kRBf2.png[/img][/center] [color=#292929][font=century][size=5]Q[/size]uiet and calm, Farshantir regards her friends' playful trouble-making with a wary eye and a sarcastic tongue, but is rarely so far away from the mischief that she can't add a subtle claw to the proceedings. [size=5]S[/size]he likes to read the tablets and fragments that her fellows bring back from their gatherings and sometimes records interesting points on tablets of her own. [size=5]S[/size]he is a very tactile individual, needing to touch objects to really focus on them (particularly tablets or scripts). This desire does not, however, extend to faith. Though she is lightning-born, she serves the Tidelord faithfully, perhaps even more so than some of her water-born clanmates. [size=5]L[/size]ogical as she is, many dragons turn to Farshantir for advice and help, and though some of their personal problems are beyond her, she's always willing to help them research it, sometimes spending days at a time searching through her ever expanding library for anything that might help them. [size=5]B[/size]ecause of this calm, reasoned approach to any problem, it's difficult to imagine her racked with fear and cowering, but it's always difficult to exorcise your own demons. Whenever a storm breaks across the Sea of a Thousand Currents, Farshantir vanishes deep into her library, pressing herself against the walls and willing herself not to hear the roar and the rush above her head. [size=5]S[/size]he is within the Sea, she tells herself. She is in the Tidelord's domain, and he will not easily surrender her to the Stormcatcher's fury. [size=5]S[/size]he is safe beneath his wing. She will not return to the Shifting Expanse. [size=5]B[/size]ut she trembles anyway beneath the rage of the storms. [/font][/color] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/1vtchYM.png[/img][/center] [/columns] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/DcwRoIt.png[/img][/center] [center][size=2][color=#292929][i]Bio template by @Mibella, find it [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1895073]here[/url].[/i][/color][/size][/center] [center] - as a hatchling she never expected to stay in one place -frightened of storms [img]http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PeQ5thsZkFA/U2-Idy5K08I/AAAAAAAAAa0/ZptDRvOF8iA/s1600/farshantir.png[/img][/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&tab=userpage&id=44179]Art by Zenoid[/url][/center] Has overly large wings Strong body type [Skin=14684][Skin=6255][Skin=11144]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/27469725][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/274698/27469725_350.png[/img][/url] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/VCMMalU.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/OnHGPPB.png[/img][/center] [center][font=Century][size=7][color=#292929]Aramoana[/color][/size] --------------------- Soul Watch[/font][/center] ------------------- [center][Item=Sharpened Scythe][Item=Glass Knife][Item=Enchanted Candle][/center] [center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/VCMMalU.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]http://i.imgur.com/WcpCcAP.png[/img] [nextcol] [nextcol] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/XEM5qlc.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/ENF4NJH.png[/img][font=Book Antiqua][size=4][size=5][color=#292929]"The Wall Between Worlds is Thinner than you Might Think"[/color][/size][img]http://i.imgur.com/HcLmuty.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/l3kRBf2.png[/img][/center] [color=#292929][font=century][size=5]T[/size]he task of a Soulwatch is a difficult one. Few are called to it, even less survive it's rigours, and those who do are never the same again. [size=5]B[/size]orn of shadow and plague, Aramoana understands the spread of chaos and violence, the panic of a lost soul newly returning to the world. She knows that panic can spread like a virus through the dragons who remain, twisting and torturing their minds until only shells remain. It's a gruesome process. [size=5]A[/size]ramoana came to Ista following the riling of her blood. The arcane twist of [i]wrongness[/i] pulled her from the Wyrmwound itself, and in Ista's deep caverns she found the enraged Nameless Ghoul, and the monstrous Kaarnicu. Between them, they are the most powerful enemies she's ever faced, and she feels more than a little overwhelmed. [size=5]S[/size]he's found a curious set of allies in this strange little clan, though. Vela shifts between realities, here one minute gone the next, and seems to know her own mind before she does. Vela helps when she can, and the eccentric imperial is certainly a powerful ally, but it's gentle Edylia who helps her the most. [size=5]E[/size]dylia is from the realm Beyond, a soul stuck in the rocks of one reality when it should be floating in the next. She hunts the Nameless one and the monster, chasing them through the caves and stones and through the relentless sea swells, protecting her clan. Really, Aramoana should move her on, help her let go and be free, but something always makes her pause. [size=5]H[/size]er silent ally - for if she [i]can[/i] speak Aramoana's never heard it - has power in her soul. Something old and new and strong and fragile, and it's so [i]confusing[/i] and shatteringly beautiful that Aramoana can't bring herself to destroy it, even if it would give her new friend a form of peace. Like calls to like, she supposes; perhaps, if Edylia had lived, she would have been a Soulwatch, too. [size=5]P[/size]erhaps, someday, she'll have the courage to complete her oath. When they've won, perhaps, and it won't feel so much like a betrayal. Until then, they will hunt together, in this strange, welcoming little clan. They will run and fight and rage side by side, beacons of hope and protection against the warping coils of shadow and malevolence these monsters bring; vengeance given draconic form. [/font][/color] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/1vtchYM.png[/img][/center] [nextcol] [/columns] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/VCMMalU.png[/img][/center] [center][size=2][color=#292929][i]Bio template by @Mibella, find it [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1895073]here[/url].[/i][/color][/size][/center] [center] Best Dressed: || Creepiest: | ♦