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SOURCE: http://www.hergivenhair.com/blog/author/nature_hair/page/12/

"A person may be proud without being vain."

•Name•
Acacia Vici

•Age•
19 years old

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Bisexual

•Home City/Town/Village:•
Mother from Gryphon's Landing, Father from Cecilia Island, born in Mer.

•Census Description•
Acacia Vici - A tall, dark-skinned woman with an athletic build and feisty demeanor.

•Weapon Description•
Twin daggers with curved blades; shaped slightly like eagle's wings.

•Appearance•
Tall and haughty, Acacia inherited much of her physical features from her father, an elf who was born on Cecelia Island and sailed to the Mainland with one of the very first colonies. She stands at 6'9", with a graceful, athletic frame. Her skin is dark, a trait inherited from her mother, a beautiful blacksmith from Gryphon's Landing. Her hair is midnight black and wavy, stretching down to her lower back. She has large, almond eyes with dark brown irises and a medium-sized, wide nose. Like most half-elves, her ears are semi-pointed, with the majority of the back rounded out and the top flattened and pointed in a small curve.

Her usual attire consists of a pale metal circlet in the shape of a flower crown that hides mostly in her hair, but its intricate design can be seen across her forehead and hairline. She wears a set of black leather armor, crafted by her mother, that fits snugly around her legs, arms, and torso but still allows fluid movement. The leather is embossed with designs reminiscent of climbing vines and delicate leaves. Her boots are made of similar

•Personality•
One paragraph or more

•Backstory•
One paragraph or more

•Family/Mount•
Family members, deceased or not

•Other Relationships•
Friends, enemies, crushes, etc.

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?




•Name•
Sky-Blessed

•Age•
37 years, 4 months

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Species•
Gryphon

•Census Description•
Sky-Blessed - A large, proud gryphon with the body of a cheetah and a pale barn owl.

•Appearance•
Her form basically emanating pride, Sky-Blessed is an elegant and noble gryphoness. Her feline half is similar to that of a massive king cheetah. Short, sandy fur is decorated with many blotchy streaks of midnight black juxtapositioned with uneven, randomly placed spots. Her legs are long and graceful, allowing for quick movement along the ground and powerful leaping capabilities. Her avian half is akin to a barn owl, with sooty buff feathers and pale undersides. Her feathers and fur blend seamlessly at the base of her neck, with her feline markings extending down the scales of her taloned front feet. A layer of buff feathers cover her back from her shoulders to the base of her tail, a pair of wings sprouting from either of her spine. Said wings are massive enough to carry Sky-Blessed's lofty figure, but not too clunky as to get in her way. Atop her elegant neck sits a noble, round head. Her face is pale white and heart-shaped, just as a traditional barn owl's is, and carries upon it large, round, beady black eyes. Her beak is small and close to her face, giving the gryphoness a stoic, serious look.

•Personality•
One paragraph or more

•Backstory•
One paragraph or more

•Family/Rider•
Family members, deceased or not

•Other Relationships•
Friends, enemies, crushes, etc.

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?

HUMAN

•Name•
Remus Tomas Ryers

•Age•
18

•Gender & Sex•
Trans-male

•Orientation•
Pansexual (Polyamourus)

•Home City/Town/Village:•
Bard’s Hollow [Originally, Riverfront]

•Census Description•
A short raven haired boy with bright green eyes

•Weapon Description•
A light bow made of a dark wood, and arrows tipped with iron. A gift from his friends at Bards Landing.

•Appearance•
Remus has curly black hair and wears round glasses, behind which are green eyes, giving him a bookish and owlish look. He has a sharp jawline with fuller cheeks, causing him to look even younger than he is. He possesses a toned body, a workers build that renders him muscular but flexible. He is by no means an imposing figure, standing at only 5’5 and weighing 115 soaking wet, but he should not be judged by his size rather than his ability. His right arm and torso hold a spattering of mild burn scars that add light patches to his olive skin. He is normally found in oversized sweaters on his off time, further dwarfing him, though while he is working or riding he wears slim fitting pants a long-sleeved shirt, gloves and boots.
He has many insecurities about his looks, presenting as masculine as possible and at times over compensating. Being viewed as anything other than male wounds his self-esteem and confidence, though he does his best to be forgiving.
•Personality•
Despite his circumstances, Remus is an incredibly sweet and kind individual. He makes friends easily, and is filled with charm and charisma. He is rarely seen without a smile, and often puts others feelings and emotions before his own. Always one to lend a helping hand, one may thing that it would be quite easy to take advantage of him, bit one would be mistaken.
As much as he hates it, Remus is more than capable of causing harm. He is very much a pacifist, but he will defend himself and those close to him if it comes down to it. When forced to act violently, Remus loses himself a bit, lashing out with pent up emotions and every ounce of physical strength in his small form, proving to be rather destructive.
Remus naturally craves intimacy and affection, both romantic and platonic, preferring to keep himself in the company of others. It's not something he is ashamed of, and does not care who his partner, or partners, are. He can be quite the flirt when he wants to be, and is quite often. If he is in a relationship, he is loyal to the end and expects the same from his partner(s).
•Backstory•
Abandoned by his parents in Bards Landing at the age of 10, Remus has very much had to fend for himself. He was left on the outskirts of the village with only the clothes on his back and a recently bonded Hippogryph he had no idea how to care for. From that point on, he became one of the village, not taken care of by one single person, but helped by all. He started working only a few short months later, determined to earn his keep. Determined not to make whatever mistake he had with his parents to cause them to abandon him. He worked to make himself better, to make himself useful. Twitch was his closest friend, often the only one he would talk to, even before she turned two. He went through a rough patch of self-discovery, and it took him a long time to become comfortable with himself. He left the only town he’d ever know, fearing for his make-shift families’ safety if he stayed.

•Family/Mount•
Mother- Evelynn- Unknown Whereabouts
Father- Tomas- Unknown Whereabouts
Siblings- None- Open to Adopt an Estranged/Unknown Sibling
Mount- Twitch

•Other Relationships•
Open! PM me or hmu in OOC

•Theme Song•
Idfc- Blackbear

•Other•
What else?

•RP Sample• [Wasn’t sure if I needed to do one, so I did. Incorporated his backstory to give a better feel]
The little girl, no older than ten, sat where her father had placed her hours ago weeping. She didn’t understand. She couldn’t figure out with childish reasoning what she had done wrong. Her small face was contorted with sadness and confusion, nose runny and grubby hands wet with wiped away tears. Twitch nudged them, chirping sadly. She was a gift the day she turned ten, her very own Hippogryph. A baby still, but almost taller than her already. Almost everything was taller than her. She tensed as she heard footsteps, Twitch jumping in front of them protectively. “Lookit here!” A deep, booming voice said “It’s just a little kid.”
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A few days after she turned fourteen, she realized something was wrong. She realized that everything was all wrong. Her clothes, her name, her body. She didn’t have words for it, and for a while she thought she was broken. She never voiced her thoughts to anyone, until Twitch became worried. She made her talk, and while she still didn’t have the words, she figured out how to make it better.
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He told the man who found him, the man he considered almost a father a few weeks later. He was expecting something bad to happen, to be labeled a freak.
Instead he was given new clothes. And a new name. Remus Tomas Ryers. All but one of the names were taken from books, his middle name being his fathers, He’d protested at first, but was told every man should hold something of his fathers, so he allowed it.
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They’d run as soon as they caught wind of the attack. He was seventeen now, old enough to take care of himself and Twitch. They couldn’t put the village in danger. They wouldn’t.
The pair found themselves in the thick of the woods, resting under a fallen log. Twitch was huge now, but she made a good and warm pillow.
“Where should we go from here?” He had asked her, leaning against her soft feathers, exhaustion catching up to him.
We must find the guild, of course. There must be others looking.
It was the most unsure he had ever heard his companion, but he knew she was right. He nodded his agreement before he drifted off.

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•MOUNT•

•Name•
Twitch

•Age•
Six

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Bisexual

•Species•
Gryphon

•Census Description•
A light grey Gryphon with yellow eyes

•Appearance•
Twitch is a large creature, standing at nearly five feet tall and weighing nearly 1,400 pounds, dwarfing her rider. She is intimidating, both due to his size and her appearance in general. Her bird like features resemble that of a harpy eagle, giving her silver-grey feathers that darken as they flow back, blending into the blue roan coat of her horse half. Her horse half is Cob horse, lending her size and stature. Her front legs possess sharp talons, and her back solid hooves with black feathering. Her eyes are a cold steely grey.
•Personality•
Twitch seems to be the polar opposite of her human counterpart. She is cold and snappish, with a short temper and even shorter patience. She comes off as grumpy an unapproachable, preferring to use her talons and strength to settle disputes. She is hot headed, bold and outspoken. When she has an opinion, she will make it heard, using Remus to do that for the most part.
The rider brings out a part of her that isn’t present with anyone else. They are family above all, only having each other for the better part of their lives. They have meaningless conversations and have inside jokes, and share many of the same ideas and opinions. They act like siblings more than anything, often found bickering or sometimes even playing.

•Backstory•
[Same as Remus’]

•Family/Rider•
Unknown Parents, likely deceased
Rider- Remus

•Other Relationships•
Open

•Theme Song•
Thunder- Imagine Dragons

•HUMAN/ELF•

•Name•
Axel

•Age•
20 years old

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Pansexual

•Home City/Town/Village:•
Axel reigns from Cecilia Islands, however the adventurer has moved towards Gryphon's Landing.

•Census Description•
A sturdy half-elf with honey blonde hair and glittering electric blue eyes, filled with adventurous wonder.

•Weapon Description•
Axel has weilded many different weapons in his lifetime, however his most favored is a bow and arrow and a one-handed sword. His sword is a scimitar, its handle is made of a mixture of fine wood and metal, the swords blade a polished metal with delicate engravings of runes upon it. He had obtained this weapon in Gryphon's Landing. His second primary weapon is a bow and arrow, made of dark wood with a variety of different decorations such as beads and feathers upon the bow itself. A metal and dark leather quiver filled with capacity of 20 arrows lay upon his back.

•Appearance•
Being of smaller height from his elven heritage, Axel is of 6'1 in height. This half blood has a medium sized build, toned and compact from throughout his many adventurous journeys, only weighing in at 137 IBS. His chest, back, and arms hold a myrid of silvery scars upon his tanned skin, where he obtained the coloring from the sweltering sun of Gryphon's Landing. His hair is of shoulder-length honey blonde hair, tousled and usually kept up in a ponytail while keeping his bangs and a long section in front of his ears free. His eyes are a electric blue and roundish-almond shaped, fringed with thick eyelashes. He has mildly sharp features, with angular cheekbones and a slightly strong jawline. Many have comented of his more feminine physique and nature, at first he felt rather put off of those physical attributes, however as he traveled it didn't take long for him to embrace those more feminine qualities. Axel is mostly found wearing a short-sleeved turquoise tunic with white stitching as a border, a armour spaulder upon his left shoulder, slightly baggy trousers, leather ridding gloves, and sand boots to keep traction among the desert sand. His pointed ears are pierced with many colored jewels and sliver hoops.
He also has few colored beads braided in a blonde lock of his hair.

•Personality• (will update this more, I just wanted to get the basics down)
Axel is a your mixture of the hero and explorer archetypes. The sense of freedom and adventure is always heavy on his tongue, the very thing that centers around the boy's life. Axel has grown up with the elements of freedom and wishes to keep it that was, if taken from him, he would feel lost without it. This boy has a brave and kind heart, willing to help others in need and do even the smallest of daily chores just to help someone out however he is not all in the sense naïve. Axel has seen half of the world around him and the few travelers that have found their way into Gryphon's Landing, having heard the tales and warnings of the chaos that looms over the riders and their mounts. He is lazy and usually found dozing off under the shade of a tree when not wondering off with Warren on a journey. He has the most level head between the duo, it takes a lot to enrage the half bred.

•Backstory•
Axel's father, who found his living as a blacksmith, was the one to take custody over their son after his mother, a elf, was summoned back to her family's homeland. They had traveled all the way from the small town of Mess to Gryphon's Landing and along the way did Axel's father learn of the boy's adventurous spirit. Leaving his father alone to explore a rocky outcrop or a large sand dune.
His father was down right furious every time his son wandered off and soon decided it was time to teach Axel what he knew to help the curious boy survive if he was going to become a traveler. It was only when they were out to train with a bow and arrow did they come across a sickly dragon hatchling cornered by two starved dragons.
They were able to fend the dragons off and rescue the hatchling, though they started having trouble finding the cure for the sickness that had over taken the youngster. It took a whole week till the hatchling felt remotely better and over time grew a bond to the small half blood, Axel.
When the boy reached the age of 16 did they set out to attend the college, graduating afterwards and set out back to their home.
Now they roam around the sands of Gryphon's Feather Desert. Giving a helping hand to others in need and discovering different materials to trade or sell.

•Family/Mount•
Kaleb- human, father- alive
Seria - Elf, mother - alive
Warren - Dragon mount - alive

•Other Relationships•
Friends: Kadere, Open!
Enemies: anything baddy baddy


•Theme Song•
Whatever it takes by Imagine Dragons

•Other•


•RP Sample•
Will be in the mount's rp sample.


•MOUNT•

•Name•
Warren

•Age•
7 years old

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Bisexual and Demiromantic

•Species•
Dragon

•Census Description•
A large stealthy male wyvern with rolling muscle covered in black, grey and red scales and piercing crimson eyes.

•Appearance•


Credits to the website and artist link
Warren is known for being a very large imposing male, standing at immense size of 8'0ft. He has a mixture of ebony and slate scales, more hardened areas of scales rest upon the back of his neck, spine, legs, muzzle, and chest. While the more softer scales rest upon his underbelly and areas to give him more movements. He is most vulnerable with his red underbelly and wings, while the hardest armoured areas are his back and head. His horns gradient from a ebony to a red, his whole head strong enough to ram other dragons his size off their feet with enough traction and force. Upon his neck lay three large crimson fins that help him soar the sky and indicate his mood. Large leathery wings proudly fold and rest upon the ground, holding the brut's frontal half up from the ground. Large muscular legs equipped with equally damaging claws and wings help the males movements. A strong tail with red fans at the tip help the male glide and take sharp turns. He is a worthy foe, his main goal is to protect his rider from any means of danger, even though he has the knowledge that his beloved rider is able take care of himself.

•Personality•
This brute is not unfamiliar to violence and blood shed, his desire to protect his rider is a deep one and feels he is to repay Axel for long ago letting him live and showing mercy. He would draw blood for Axel and even kill if demanded to do so. He is the opposite of his rider, the more volitial side and less reckless of the two. He may have a firey temper and shoot many remarks towards others in which Axel refuses to relay back to anyone of Warren's disliking, and so the male relies more on stating his displeasure through body language and vocal ques rather than his rider. He is less overly trusting than his rider, and outside of his ruthless protection of his rider, he is laid-back and blunt with his words. Not afraid to harm another's feelings with the truth instead of spreading pretty lies. Warren has a deep parental affection towards Axel, after the boy defended him from the canabalistic mouths of other dragons. He has nick named Axel as a hatchling, even though Axel would be older than him if he were a dragon. He has taken it upon himself to be the 'mother bird' towards the blonde rider and makes it his priority to help out and hunt for Axel even when the boy complains to him that he can take care of himself just fine. The both of them share the same taste for adventure, the curiosity of the world around them was what had helped the two bond together.

•Backstory•
Warren had been the sickly hatchling of his two other clutch mates. Small and weak, his clutch mates would bully him away from food and roughly play with him. His parents had created their nest in the desert cliffs between Gryphon's Feather Desert and Gryphon's Beak Mountains. They feared that Warren's sickness would spread to the rest of their hatchlings and in the moment of desperation they kicked the poor runt out of the nest, abandoning the sickly thing to defend itself on its own.
Only a day passed by did Warren find himself caught in a snare trap and facing the vicious maws of either what could be starved or canabalistic dragons. He would be a easy meal for a starved individual as them. However, as he scretched and whined for mercy, a small half elf and their father had stood between the small hatchling and the starved creatures. The small boy tucking the dragon toward his chest and running away with his father towards safety.

Weeks passed when finally the small family was able to heal the sickly Warren and ever since then had the dragon stayed by Axel's side.

•Family/Rider•
He barley remembers his parents, however the last time he has seen them they were alive along with his two other clutch mates.
Axel - rider - alive

•Other Relationships•
None currently, open!

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•


•RP Sample•
From To be a Guardian

Rowan didn't take the time to watch Nathaniel head off towards the entrance. Instead he moves throughout the hallways till he reaches his room. Letting go of the handle of the door, he strides over to his dresser and picks up his belt that contains the holsters for his knives. He then proceeds to open a drawer and inside lay a small arsenal of different knives and daggers, all with the safety leather sheath on them. He quickly sets to sorting a few into the five holsters upon his belt before shutting the drawer not bothering to check to see if any of them were propey sharpened. He used to weild many daggers and swords in his past life, taking to resort to an all natural fist fight if he lost any of them. Rowan would rarely ever touch a gun then, so how would he feel handling a gun now knowing that it was the very same thing that took his past life and maybe even ended the child's?
His darkened wings rippled as the feathers fluffed up at the thought. Did he even save that child? Rowan scowled as he shook those darkened thoughts away from his head, backing away from his dresser and striding quickly out the door, making sure to close the door on the way out.

••Human••

••Name••
Karede Hadnan

••Age••
27

••Gender & Sex••
Male

••Orientation••
Pansexual

••Home City/Town/Village:••
Gryphon’s Landing

••Census Description••
A tall, intimidating man with rich sepia skin and many scars

••Weapon Description••
Karede is equally effective in single and dual wielding, making him a force to be reckoned with. In his right hand, or while single wielding, he uses a 33 1/2” hand and a half sword with a 12” hilt. It is made of hard steel with a simple black wood hilt, and a ruby inlaid in the crossguard. His left handed weapon is a 10” long swordbreaker, a weapon with a blade on one the right side and “teeth” on the left with the purpose of catching, then disarming or breaking the sword. It also has a simple blackwood hilt and a ruby, as they were forged as a matching set. It's worth noting he is also quite deadly with daggers, spears, polearms, and hand-to-hand combat.

••Appearance••
An intimidating man at 6’3, Kadere has broad shoulders and is heavily muscled, making him just as strong as he appears. His skin is a rich sepia tone, criss-crossed with scars across his chest and arms from fights throughout his life, and his hands are calloused from working with weapons. He has a strong jawline, usually covered in light stubble, and a broad nose. Downturned eyes have surprisingly thick lashes, and his irises are an extremely dark hazel, mostly dark brown with green streaks. His dark brown hair is cut slightly longer than short, and very curly, so that it kind of sticks out everywhere, in a stylish sort of way; nearly black at the roots, it is lighter towards the ends because of the near-constant sun.

Kadere wears lighter colors in his shirts, mainly white, because of the intense desert sun, and in slightly loose styles that allow for easy movement; pants follow generally the same theme, but typically in lighter shades of brown. Multi-strapped light sandals serve as shoes to give him protection from the burning sand and sure footing. He wears several cord bracelets and necklaces, most with various colored gems on the end, and a few gold studs in each ear. Crossing across his chest are two wide leather straps for his sword on his back, and he wears a sword belt to keep the swordbreaker on as well as another for pouches with supplies, such as a water canteen.

••Personality••
Much like the desert itself, Kadere can be a merciless foe; he is unforgiving and tenacious, and, on occasion, stubborn. He’s a survivor overall, knowing when to adapt and how, with an iron will and knowledge to back it up. Having spent his life since the Rider’s college as a sort of bounty-hunter of the desert, he can come across as a ruthless and remorseless killer. And he is, for those who deserve it. With a soft spot for children and a total unwillingness to harm innocents, Kadere can be very kind when its called for.

He understands the natural order, and wants to help the underdog if he can; if hired for an escort to bring scared people safely through the desert, he charges far less than his services will warrant. Friends are defended unwaveringly, as his his gryphon, his partner. It can be difficult to find the gentleness underneath his intimidating appearance and stony demeanor, but it is there.

While he knows of the massacre and is angered by it, Karede is hesitant to join a rebellion because of the potential for corruption and civilian casualties. He is pretty confident that the King’s army can’t really run him down in a desert, where he is at home and all their fancy equipment is a disadvantage. So, its work as usual hunting down bandits, with the added target of any small squadrons that may wander in.

••Backstory••
Born in the sands of the desert, Kadere has always felt its call to wander and live in the rough unknown. His mother died when he was very young, so Kadere’s father often ended up having to take him into the desert on expeditions for supplies as he was growing up. This adventure thrilled him to no end, and led to his instruction in combat, as any man who went into the desert had to be prepared for bandits and other attackers.

In his first solo expedition at age 16, Kadere stumbled across wyvern attacking a gryphon and her cubs; breaking out his skills, he helped the female fend off the wyvern, but not before the poor thing was badly injured. Knowing the typical shipping lanes nearby, he was able to coax the injured female and her young to a cave near one, where he tended to her until a caravan arrived. For a small sum, he was able to secure her transport back to the village, where he continued to care for her and the cubs. Eventually, the gryphon was strong enough to return to the desert, but one of the young cubs had attached herself to Kadere, and decided to stay. This cub became Kalla. The pair attended the Rider’s college, and when they graduated, returned to the sands of their homeland to protect it from bandits and thugs.

••Family/Mount••
Iduna -- Mother, Deceased
Abjirah -- Father, Alive
Orun - Brother, Alive
Kalla - Mount

••Other Relationships••
Friends: Open
Enemies:Whoever would harm innocents
Crush: Open

••Other••






••Mount••

••Name••
Kalla

••Age••
11

••Gender & Sex••
Female

••Orientation••
Straight

••Home City/Town/Village:••
Gryphon

••Census Description••
A muscular female Gryphon with medium length fur and a black and white coloration

••Appearance••
Sturdily built, Kalla appears almost as if she’s a mix between a piebald raven and a long-haired lion. Her torso is covered in soft white feathers, which become a slightly iridescent black up her neck to her head, on her lower forelegs, and on her wings (with the exception of the tips). The feathers transition into feathery, medium length white fur on her rump, with a tuft of black fur on the end of her tail. The scaling on her forefeet is a dark grey and she has thick talons, and her back paws remain white, with excess fur between the pads to protect from the hot sand. Kalla’s eyes are a deep midnight, and very intelligent, and her beak is long and thick like a raven’s.

At the shoulders, she stands about 5’5, and weighs in at about 400 lbs thanks to her hollow bones. Despite those however, she is quite obviously muscled as Karede is, and a strong fighter for it. Although she has an unusual appearance, Kalla is quite elegant in her own way.

••Personality••
A gryphon with a strong sense of justice, Kalla enjoys giving the bad dudes their just deserts, and protecting the weak while she’s at it. She remembers vividly how Karede protected her when she was small, and admires him greatly for it. Always honorable (sneak attacking the unjust doesn’t count), the female has a strong sense of pride that might be a little too quickly wounded; thankfully, it's about what she and Karede do, not anything like her appearance.

Understanding Karede’s concern about the rebellion, Kalla really wanted to exact her justice upon the army; those were their brethren that had been murdered, and many of them innocent. She gets quite stubborn when it comes to her major goals and strong beliefs, so she may just convince Karede to find the rebellion.

••Backstory••
Born in a little of 6, Kalla had a tough, but reasonable life in the desert. Things only truly got bad when her mother was nearly killed by a wyvern who thought the cubs would make a tasty meal. Lucky for her, Karede showed up and saved her mom, and the cubs by extension. She was nearly a year old by the time her mother was strong enough to again live in the wild, and chose to leave her family to stay with Karede.

As she grew, her admiration and respect also increased, and their partnership flourished. When she was fully grown, they attended the college, a place she was thrilled to learn contained all sorts of other creatures like her who enjoyed learning. Here, her sense of justice was cultivated. After graduating, the duo returned to the sand to enact justice on the lawless, and defended caravans and innocents for bandits and marauders. It was business as usual until the massacre. Then it became business with an added prejudice.

••Family/Rider••
Ortana -- Mother, Unknown
5 Siblings -- Unknown (Adoptable if you want)
Kadere -- Rider

••Other Relationships••
Friends: Open
Enemies: The army, Bad dudes
Crush: Open

••Other••

•Name• Leslie Galaxy Lor'del


•Age•
19 1/3yrs.o


•Gender & Sex•
Female/her/she


•Orientation•
Heterosexual| Straight|


•Home City/Town/Village:•
Born and raised in Lakeshore by her Grandmother and Mom


•Census Description•
Leslie is a light skin Elf/human Mix, she's a humorous Little thing.


•Weapon Description•
Galaxy wields a medium sized sword forged by the fires of the dragons in her family. In the middle it reads" Life and Death. All in your hands." The handle is decorated in dark brown leather made from the skin of a Wild Bore. The bottom of the handle is made from silver. Her nimble body allows her to flow like the wind, her short appearance makes her seem weak but no, she is strong enough to defend herself and when she can't Riddle is there for her.


•Appearance•
Leslie has light skin with dark freckles, her nose is small with medium sized nostrils.Leslie has sharp pointed ears like an elf. Her eyes are dark gold almost brown but in the light they look like Golden rings. Galaxy was born grey thanks to her fathers Elf blood. She has small but fit body with plenty of curves thanks to her mother, she stands at 5'4 and weighs 195. Leslie is very nimble and acrobatic. She's double jointed as well. Leslie has a large scar across her back from her "Dragons mark" as her Grandmother calls it.

Usually she wears dark brown pants with matching boots, her shirts are usually the right length, the colors go from blue, black, dark green, and white. She loves to wear hoods, able to keep her war from the cold and her identity when needed.


•Personality•
Leslie is optimistic and is filled with humor, she knows that things are bad but always see's that the grass is greener on the other side. Leslie doesn't let anything hold her back, she's determined to complete her tasks, Galaxy is very helpful and a fast leaner, she's respectable of herself and others, she's also loyal to those who she trusts. Leslie is a little naive at times, falling for things even thou she knows it isn't true. Even thou she's a sweet thing, she has a smart mouth and sarcasm at her side. Sometimes, she'll close herself off from people when she feels hurt.

•Backstory•
Leslie grew up the outcast in her village being that sh was half Elf made her different from the others, she didn't mind, some people were nice enough to be friends with her. At the age of eight she met Riddle, the poor thing was stuck in a bear trap, instead of fear she felt remorse and compassion unlike the hunters who set the traps. After freeing the poor thing, a bound was made, a bound unbreakable as her grandmother said. The bound was sealed by a scar from Riddle across her back. After a few years, her father died of an unknown disease after returning home from an expedition. when she was 14 she left home after her mother died from snake bite, Most of her neighbors thought the family was cursed because of her father, being that he was an Elf.


•Family/Mount•
Mother- Natasha- Deceased
Father- Morgan- Deceased
Grandmother- Marie- Alive- Whereabouts |Lakeshore|
Mount- Riddle


•Other Relationships•
| Open and ready to mingle!|


•Theme Song•
Warriors by Imagine Dragons....



•Other•
N/A


•RP Sample•
Leslie's Brown hues stared out the window, boredom was over flowing at this point, none of her friends wanted talk at this point and Riddle was asleep in the lake. Sighing lowly she lied back in her bed, thinking about nothing. After a few minutes she got up and left her small room, her grandmother was snoring softly in the other room, grabbing her boots as silently as possible, she slipped them on before grabbing her coat and heading out, she closed the door silently and crept around to the lake." Riddle!" she whispered/yelled out to the still lake. after a few moments the water bubbled up to a red Eastern dragon with a golden mane and two long yellow whiskers, his golden eyes staring at her"What?" he asked grumpily," I'm bored" "That's not my problem" "Can we do something? Something fun?" her brown eyes staring at his pleadingly, with a small grunt that made the grass blow" Fine." Rising from the water, even thou he was big his steps were as silent as a mouse passing a cat. His golden hues watching the night as Leslie followed." Lets play, hide n' Seek" "Of course your would chose something as child like as that." a small snort coming afterward," I'll count you hide." Sighing lowly, Riddle hopped off into the woods, Riddle had the ability to turn the color of his environment." 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20." she stopped counting and started off into the woods, her brown hues watching carefully as she stepped around, a little later she found him, he looked like a bolder to the blind eye but Leslie knew, she always did." FOUND YOU" She shouted playfully as she stared at him, his neck rising from his position." How?" a puzzled look on his face" I've known you since i was eight, i know you when i see you."

She was 14 at the time ^-^