Name: Tasal
Type: Dragon's Second Heart
Age: 850yrs
Rider?: Rider was formerly Lasad, Lasad is dead.
Appearance: A glowing silver orb
Personality: A very stern old thing.
History (Optional)

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Name: Night
Type: (dragon, elf, etc. - I have no idea what else to label this) Dragon
Age: 40
Rider?: Lucky
Appearance: a large black male dragon ( looks like toothless but with a narrow muzzle ). His eyes are always narrowed unless around Lucky and his eyes are a dark evergreen. He is much taller than Lucky and he seems to be very battle ready because of his scars
Personality: aggresive , kind, fast
History (Optional)

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Name: Tigimdarr
Gender: Male
Type: Dragon - Feral
Age: Unknown - Very old, considering his size
Rider?: Whether he has one is a mystery - if he did, they have long since been gone.
Appearance: A massive, pitch black dragon, large enough to almost fully swallow a fully grown elephant - he is well-known in songs and tales, due to the fact that his size and his color seems to block out the sun when he flies over cities and villages. His eyes are orange-red, and they burn like fire.
He prefers to fly instead of walk, due to the fact that one of his front legs has been permanently injured - his front left leg is twisted abnormally, from an injury that possibly happened when he was very young. He is graceful in the sky, but clumsy on the ground, hence why he prefers to take the air. When he leaves his cave, that is.
His left horn is also missing, due to a fight with another dragon.
Personality: A very grumpy, easily angered dragon, Tigimdarr rarely leaves his cave, preferring to stay on the mountain of gold and jewels he has amassed in his cave near the sea, on the edge of the mountain range known as the Spine. However, he can sometimes be helpful, if he is respected, but don't expect him to do something if it's not ultimately for the greater good, or if he doesn't get anything out of it.
Despite being a feral dragon, he can, in fact, speak using words instead of pictures. However, he has never spoken to another before (at least, not that anyone knows of) - his past seems to have rendered him almost mute by choice.
History (Optional): Tigimdarr seems to know about the ways of the Riders, but he doesn't leave his cave enough to talk to anyone or anything. He prefers solitude, and sleep, and if anyone wakes him up or steals something from him, he can get very pissed, very quickly.
Humans who live close to the Spine know about the treasure in his cave - there have been several knights and mercenaries over the years who have attempted to steal from him and have never returned. He doesn't eat them, though.
Not that anyone can prove, anyways.

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Name: Lucky Wells
Type: (dragon, elf, etc. - I have no idea what else to label this) human
Age: 19
Rider?: her dragon is Night
Appearance: Now Lucky is about 5 ´4 and has wild curly hair that is always in a neat slicked back bun. Her hair is very curly and a dark brown with red streaks in them.She has dark brown skin with dark brown eyes that most say look like chocolate chips. She does have a long scar that goes down her left arm but it has been covered by a Dragon tattoo.
Personality: kind, sassy , stubborn
History (Optional)

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Name: Tirr
Type: Male half-elf, typically just says human because it's what he's used to.
Age: 18

Rider?: Shrondurn is his dragon

Appearance: Typical angular elven features, although rounded and more "human-like". significantly shorter than the average elf- only being around 5'2. He has dark brown eyes and reddish-brown hair that he usually keeps pulled up in an almost manbun with a closely cropped undercut. Dark freckles on his arms and face, like he's been stained by paint. Since his father is human, he isn't immune to sickness or immortal, and actually has a kind of weakling of an immune system. Sunburnt almost constantly, even if he pretends he doesn't burn and it doesn't bother him.

Personality: perfers to respond to everything with a cynical joke or a flippant, rhetorical question. It's nearly impossible to get a straight answer out of him, especially if he decides he doesn't like you for whatever reason. If he does like you, he's a lot more open and easy to read, and his jokes become less thorny and more stupid observations. Around authority, Tirr pretty much over uses the word "sir" or "ma'am", and is either dead silent or overly respectful as he is absolutely terrified of authority figures. Unless its elves, he does not like elves for whatever reason he has cooked up.

History (Optional): Elven mother, who left soon after he was a toddler. Tirr doesn't rember her, and although he thinks about her occasionally, it doesn't really bother him too much. That is, until it does. His father is a human butcher and leatherworker, a trade Tirr also took up, and he is now working alongside his father. Tirr never really considers the elven part of his heritage, and doesn't really care for it. He's adopted the disdain for elves other humans around him had, and will break his wrist reaching to justify it.

(Yæt this is a pretty old character I had so most of this is copy-paste, please tell me if anything needs changed or repeats or something dumb lol)

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Name: Shrondurn
Gender: male
Type: Dragon
Rider?: Tirr
Appearance: Egg is a murky blue-green colour, dusted with grey. When hatched, he'll be primarily a dark ocean blue turns to grey as you go higher up his body, with dark almost black green claws and spines. Bright green eyes.

Personality: Serious, Calm, non-confrontational and very straight foward. Hates water with a passion. Shrondurn is not easily angered unless offended, which is easy to do if you are disrespectful towards dragons or anyone he perceives as 'dragon-like'.

History: Stolen from a caravan by a mercenary, then dropped into the abandoned fox den to be retrieved later. Before he could come back for it, however, Tirr comes across it and steals it again.

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Name:Relnin
Gender: Male
Type: Half-elf, Half-human
Age: 21
Rider?: Yes. He doesn't know that yet, though.
Appearance: A tan-skinned, black haired boy with pointed ears. He has the general facial features of human, and is surprisingly short, despite the fact that he is part elf. Most can't tell he is half-elf unless they see the way he moves - he is an exceptionally good sword-fighter and seems to land on his feet like a cat when he falls, and he never trips.
His hair is usually long, and he never cuts it unless it goes past his shoulders - he prefers it long, so he can somewhat hide his face in public areas. He usually wears a cloak with a hood, carries a short sword on his right hip, and a pack on his back - he usually steals from the rich and gives to the poor, selling the rest for his own benefit. His eyes are a light, ocean blue.
Personality Relnin is generally very quiet, and rarely goes out of his way to talk to someone unless they approach him first. However, he can be a little too compassionate at times - he goes out of his way to give to the poor and help those he sees in need. He also tends to steal from the rich and give to the poor - he's a very bad hunter, so selling anything leftover that he hasn't given away is the only way he can usually earn money. Sometimes he'll take the occasional odd job, however.
He never stays in one place too long, mainly because he doesn't want to stick around enough for someone to be able to remember his face, and partially because he prefers the company of his horse. He is an avid reader, and tries to save up extra money to buy books or scrolls when he comes to any town or city - his favorite stories are of dragons, and he personally thinks humans should leave them alone, but he knows better to voice that thought. He has come across villages that have been burnt to the ground more often than he can count.
He usually doesn't spend time around any race other than humans, but he is somewhat fascinated with dwarves.
History: Relnin doesn't know much about his family history - just that his mother was an elf, he was raised by his human uncle, and his father was a man he never met. He was originally born on a settlement near the desert, but his uncle never kept him anywhere for long. They moved around quite a lot when he was young. He was close enough to his uncle that he was devastated when the man died when he was nineteen, but he quickly learned to fend for himself, and for the last three years he has managed to get by.
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Name: Raollinthal (Rao)
Gender: Female
Type: Dragon
Age Almost two months
Rider? She has a rider - he is very slow when it comes to figuring that out, though. Which slightly annoys her.
Appearance: A still relatively small (barely big enough to ride, about the size of a horse) dragon. Her scales are a glittering, spectacular, iridescent blue-green color - similar to a hummingbird's color, or the aurora borealis. In fact, when Relnin first found her, he nicknamed her "Little Bird" due to her coloring.
Personality: A very vain, snarky little thing, Rao tends to have a bit of an attitude. She does not take kindly to someone criticizing her appearance - she knows she is beautiful, and she can have one hell of an attitude if she chooses to. She has a soft spot for Relnin, though, and she never snaps at him.
She is very intelligent, but her vanity seems to overshadow that at times.
History: Rao was originally born to a feral mother, but her mother was no longer able to care for her egg due to a life-threatening injury. As a result, she cast a spell on Rao's egg to enable her to find a rider. Relnin, during a raid of a large home in the rich district of a city, found Rao's egg on a shelf, attracted by the beautiful coloring. Rao hatched in his pack on the road, and he was both terrified and excited to find a dragon when he opened his pack. He originally intended to release her, but he grew too fond of his Little Bird, and has kept her since then.

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Name
Bastet

Gender
?

Type
Dragon (Egg)

Age:
Unhatched

Rider?
Unexposed to anything yet.

Appearance

A very small, silvery egg. The shell is the exact same color as a Rider's mark.

Personality
??

History
Laid by Tasal's mate before Tasal became a Second Heart, it is awaiting it's rider.

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Name: Korvaskkrr
Gender: Male
Type: Dwarf
AgeL 30
Rider?: No. (Possibly in the future.)
Appearance A long-bearded, stocky man, Korvaskkrr has the appearance of a warrior. He is very muscly, and often wears chainmail and carries around daggers and a short sword. He also likes to bow hunt - he has a large recurve bow made out of oak that he likes to carry around.
His beard reaches down to his waist, and is the same color as his white hair. He often braids metal pieces into it. He likes to keep his hair and his beard at around the same length.
Personality: Korvaskkrr looks like a very tough, unapproachable individual - in fact, he is basically the opposite. Korvaskrr (sometimes called "Cork" by his friends, as he drinks a lot and once hit himself in the face with a cork when he tried too hard to open the bottle) has no qualms about being friendly towards new people, regardless of whether they are a dwarf or not. He prides himself on basically being the life of the party.
He loves animals - when he hunts, he often makes certain he gives the animal the proper respect it deserves, and it doesn't waste any of the kill. He has a soft spot for Shrrgs, despite the fact that the massive wolves are usually dangerous, and he was once attacked by one. That doesn't stop him, though.
He thinks elves can be a bit smug, which annoys him a little, seeing as he is an incredibly humble individual, but he bears them no ill will.
He thinks he can sing, and he likes to do it. A lot. (He can't.)
History: Korvaskkrr was born in Tarnag, and spends most of his time there, but he has visited every Dwarven city, and even some of the close human settlements. At a young age, he followed in his father's footsteps and began to train, becoming a well-known soldier and hunter. He became almost revered after helping slay a dragon ten years ago (albeit, a small dragon - and he won't tell anyone, but ten years have passed and he still feels guilty.) He is on close terms with the King of his clan, and can even be called his best friend.
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Name: Ais
Gender: male
Type: (dragon, elf, etc. - I have no idea what else to label this) dragon - feral
Age: 30
Rider?: He lost his rider a few years ago.
Appearance: Large majestic white dragon, about the size of a house (?). His snout is narrow and his build is pretty slim. He has bright green eyes, and his wings are dark gray at the tips, the same with his talons, which are dark gray. He also has dark gray tipped spikes that are spaced out on his back, leaving space for his rider to ride on him, and the spikes go all the way down to the tip of his tail, getting smaller along the way. The upper top of his tail is also dark gray. His horns are long and sharp, and dark gray at the tips. He breathes fire that is more white than orange.
Personality: He used to be outgoing and happy when his rider was alive, but after his rider was killed, he retreated back into the mountains and stayed there moping for a couple years. Just recently, he came back out from his retreat, becoming more quiet and calculating, but he still blames himself for his rider's death, as he thinks he was unable to protect him.
History (Optional) He was bonded with a rider, and they worked well together, until his rider was killed in a battle. Normally, a dragon would die if their rider was killed, but his want for revenge fueled him to live on. Nonetheless, he mourned his rider greatly, devastated from the loss and retreated into the mountains. He became depressed and sad, but recently he decided to come back and give it another try. Currently, he roams around as a feral dragon, though he is also looking for a companion, dragon, human, elf, or dwarf.

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Name: Jedish
Type: (dragon, elf, etc. - I have no idea what else to label this) Dragon
Age: 168
Rider?: Mialöldrí
Appearance: a large silver female with bright blue eyes. Her scales shimmer slightly in the sun and her eyes are sky blue, but go lighter or darker depending on the environment in which she is inhabiting. She has dark rune-like swirls that go from her muzzle to the end of her tail.
Personality: Kind, playful, stubborn, strong willed, steadfast, loyal.
History (Optional)

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Name: Mialöldrí
Type: (dragon, elf, etc. - I have no idea what else to label this) Elf
Age: 170
Dragon?: Jedish
Appearance: raven hair and light skin, bright blue eyes
Personality: Kind, playful, stubborn, strong willed, steadfast, loyal.
History (Optional)

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Name: Kaezier
Gender: male
Type: (dragon, elf, etc. - I have no idea what else to label this) human
Age: 19
Dragon?: will be Zaekor
Appearance: Tall, being 5'7 in height. He has dark brown-red, slightly wavy hair with bangs that frame his face. Kaezier has dark green eyes, and fair skin. He is slim in physique. Usually, he wears a dark reddish brown leather vest over a white vest, with dark black pants that are slightly torn. He keeps a dagger at his hip. When he sells meat at the town, he wears a black hooded cloak, just in case if anyone recognizes him.
Personality: He doesn't speak much. Kaezier is an outcast in his town, which was a small part of Gil'ead. Due to his stepfather mistreating him, he began to feel hatred towards his stepfather - towards the world, in fact. He started to become arrogant and mean and believing that the world is cruel.
History (Optional): His father died when he was young, and his mother married again. Shortly after the marriage, his mother died of a sickness, and his stepfather began to mistreat Kaezier. As Kaezier grew older, he began to feel strong hatred towards his stepfather. Once he was old enough to take care of himself, Kaezier left. He now lives in an isolated cabin, just close enough to the town so he could get resources if needed, but not close enough to be noticed. He hunts with his bow, and sells the excess meat to the buyers at the town.

Name: Zaekor
Gender: ??? (will be male)
Type: (dragon, elf, etc. - I have no idea what else to label this) dragon (egg, will be bonded with rider)
Age: Unhatched
Rider?: will be Kaezier
Appearance: Currently a blood red egg. He will be a dragon whose scales are the color of blood. His horns, spikes, wings, legs, and tail will have darker red stripes, and his underbelly will be a pale shade of red. His build will be muscular and sturdy, while not too stocky, so he will still be able to fly quite fast.
Personality: Currently ??? But when he hatches and is bonded with Kaezier, he will be trained hard by his rider, and eventually he and Kaezier will form a very strong bond, and he starts to understand Kaezier, why he trains him so hard, and he learns the way of the world how Kaezier see sit (be strong/kill or be killed/the strong devours the weak).
History (Optional) Just an egg alone in a part of the forest near Gil'ead. His parents' whereabouts are unknown.

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Name
Hecate

Gender
Male

Type
Dragon (Feral

Age:
12yrs

Rider?
Unexposed to anyone yet.

Appearance

Lean and silver, he's got faint lighter flecks all over his body. Long, streamlined wings cover most of him, expect for his extremely long, spined tail.

Personality
Hecate is a very aloof young male, his affinity and power in magic having made Tasal separate him from the rest of the dragonets he'd sired. He's truly very soft, just very isolated by his father.

History
When Hecate hatched, Tasal could feel the intense magical potential from the young hatchling. He took him away, , trained him in the magical arts. Hecate is now one of the most accomplished young draconic magicans on the contient.

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Name: Nyraz (Originally, his name was Myron. He no longer goes by that name.)
Gender: Male
Type: (dragon, elf, etc) Human
Age: 60
Rider?: Once. Not anymore.
Appearance: A very pale, scarred man, Nyraz is grizzled - all in all, he is a man who has clearly seen enough that one knows not to ask him about it. He usually wears old, ratty clothes, almost too big for his skinny frame, and he sports a now-gray goatee (~think Tony Stark's facial hair. That's the best description I can give you. lol~). He seems to have withered with age, although if one were to base age on his eyes, he would look twice the age he is. His eyes are constantly bloodshot and baggy from lack of sleep, as Nyraz has a reputation for almost never seeming to sleep.
Despite his skinny frame, he is strong - he regularly takes on jobs most regular townsfolk cannot do, and he is rumored to be good with a blade. If anyone is lucky enough to see the sword he owns, however. His sword seems to be an elven blade, with a gorgeous, carved handle and sheath; the sword itself is an almost purple color. Those who ask about it, however, are usually told to get lost. He doesn't talk about his past, and by now, the townsfolk in Belatona no longer attempt to ask.
Personality: A very grumpy, generally snappy man, Nyraz is known as the town drunk. He tends to get drunk whenever something profound happens - when some guy decides to rile him up, when he becomes sad due to old memories, hell - when he gets happy over something (which is few and far between), he drinks. Not much else is known about him, when it comes to his past, and what he can do. He has few close friends, preferring to stick to himself. Those who have caught a glimpse of him away from a pub, however, have had the privilege of seeing the man fight. He is almost too graceful for someone who looks like himself, and he handles a blade with ease.
He doesn't like to talk to anyone, and he has a "punch first, ask questions later" attitude. It's safe to say that he is, in a nutshell, asocial. For the most part, however, he stays in one place, choosing not to leave town unless he is going to another city in order to find work, working mostly with traders. He doesn't stay long, however; only long enough to make enough money to sustain himself.
History (Optional) Despite hiding his past from everyone else around him, Nyraz has seen more than the people around him. Originally born in Surda, Nyraz's family moved them to Feinstar when he was still in his early teens - he grew up in Alagaesia when the Riders were still somewhat revered; there were few left, but there were still some. At the age of thirteen, he bonded with a dragon, his name long since a memory.
He was discovered by an elf shortly after his dragon had hatched, and he left his life in Feinstar behind to head to Du Weldenvarden. There, he joined an alliance of elves, and he learned that the Riders' were beginning to fall apart. Those who once fought and served together were beginning to turn on one another. Nyraz was never one to shy away from a fight, and he joined the elves, allowing them to train him. He established himself as a renowned fighter, and shortly after gaining his Sword in his early twenties, he was thrust into the fray.
He killed too many dragons to remember their names, but one kill stuck out to him - he killed a Rider, leaving his dragon with a void in his chest. Several years after, Nyraz experienced that kind of pain himself; his own dragon was killed, one of the very last dragons with a Rider. The fighting seemed to cease within a few days, and Alagaesia shut itself away from the Riders and their memory, and Nyraz, in turn, shut himself away in himself.
No long able to stay in Du Weldenvarden, he left, heading back to Alagaesia and holing himself up in a small town by the name of Belatona, changing his name. Now, he stays there, never speaking of his past, and trying to forget in order to protect himself; after all, the world had begun to turn against the Riders when he returned.

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Name
Durazr

Gender
Male

Type
Shade

Age:
113yrs

Rider?
Yes, Rides Wuuthra

Appearance

Durazr is a tall, thin man without a beard. His eyes are a striking purple, and he had bloodred hair. Under his lean frame are hard muscles, hidden by the shimmering red finery he wears to stand out. He usually has a sheathed sword at his side, and when he unsheathes it, you can see the dark, bloody runic lettering etched into the darksteel blade.

Personality
Cold and distant, the only creature he shows affection to is his dragon. Even then, it's very distanced. Like a remnant of what he used to be seeping through his shell.

History

When he was human, he was walking down the way back to his filthy hut at the edge of Dras Leonas when he found it. The egg was like a gem in the ground, and when it hatched Durazr was overjoyed. They ran away together, when the magicians came after them. This was in a time when the world feared riders, hated them. The magicians caught Durazr and his dragon, and dragged them back to Dras Leonas. When a spell from a magician went astray and hit him, it changed both Durazr and his dragon to Shades. They destroyed the caravan, killing every last magician

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