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Things were getting out of control.
Karinda had given up on following the knife-throwing boy after it had become clear that he couldn't hear her through the overwhelming atmosphere and, figuring he certainly looked like he knew what he was doing, instead had retreated back outside to survey the rescue efforts.
Hrolmir had managed to snuff out a fair amount of the residual blaze by using his wings to create a draft, though a few persistent embers still crackled with heat in the surrounding area.
She could see more and more riders pouring water down over the declining fires, ever so slowly diminishing the harsh orange glow and roar of heat.
Climbing onto Hrolmir's back, she motioned for her dragon to take to the sky once more with a careful leap, being mindful of any survivors that may be in the area.
All in all, the disaster itself was slowly being resolved, but there was still many things spiraling into disorder.
She could hear someone calling for medical assistance and felt terrible when she instead turned her head away, urging Hrolmir further from the location.
"You don't want to try and help?"
"My skills are for tending metal. Not flesh. I'd be of little use."
It was a logical answer. It didn't make the knot in Karinda's stomach feel any better however as she continued her over-head flight of the city, eyes attempting to follow the path of the flames.

"There's no real 'pattern' here. It looks whoever set the fires did so at random, then let the flames spread. From what I can guess, there was no real priority target here..."
"If that is the case, then you are worried?"
"Yes. At least if there was some sort of focal point to merit this destruction, there would be maybe some kind of motive. Someone or something in particular that whoever wanted to strike out at. So far, this seems to be rather indiscriminate, merely aiming for pure destruction and disorder. At least, that's what it looks like right now. It's likely I could be wrong, there's just not enough information to go off yet.."
"What do you propose?"
"We watch. Of course, if anyone calls for aid we'll help, no matter if its civilian or rider. I'd like to think that we'd be trusted enough to come rallying for an ally. But.. I'd mainly like to keep a close eye on things. Look for patterns, or if there's anything suspicious about.. There's a lot more to this than just a few fires being set, I feel it in my bones.."
"As you wish. I will keep my ears open for our ally's and my eyes sharp for our mysterious enemies."

[Metahuman 1]

Got a two'fer here! Both Metahumans, but I'm not committing to only two characters.
ALSO an important point I would like to make, is that I don't consider these two characters 'safe'. It's highly likely that depending on the course this roleplay takes, at least one of them will end up deceased, if that's permitted.
Take from that what you will.


Metahuman 1

Name: Viola Briar Harrelson. Briar is her original family name, which she uses now as a middle name.
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Powers: Viola has a rather odd derivative of Telekinesis, specifically moving objects with her mind. While being in this category of powers may make her seem very gifted, in actuality her specific power is rather weak.
Viola's ability allows her to twist objects around, usually at a 90 degree angle at a time and little more. The objects she is able to subject her 'unique' power to have steadily been growing larger, though she still cannot turn more than a bowl shaped object around using only her mind.
Personality: Rather weak-willed and stunted in terms of any form of self confidence, Viola would likely have long fallen into despair had she not had people looking over her. Her powers being rather weak, she has found herself in the past the victim of both the more cruel members of Metahuman Control and a bit of a release for crueler Metahumans frustrated with their life in the slums. Viola takes things rather personally and see's herself as having nearly no self worth; she is incredibly weak and at most people's mercy and she knows it. As strange as it is, she finds more comfort in simply complying with any poor treatment given onto her than trying to muster up the willpower to do anything about it.
Appearance: A short and scrawny girl, with latent child-like proportions clashing oddly with lanky teenager limbs. Her arms are rather long, as are her legs, though she doesn't stand very tall at all. Every part of her body is skinny, though not severely underweight as she manages to eat her fill though rarely eats anything else, not even snacks for pleasure. Her hair is cropped pale blonde, which covers just over the nape of her neck at the back and sprawls awkwardly over the front of her face where it is overgrown, covering her chestnut brown eyes.
Viola is pale and considered very much an awkward looking girl. Near constantly covered in some form of bruises either from her clumsiness or just not sticking up for herself or running away from a bad situation.
History: Viola lived a relatively happy, if somewhat lonely life, before her powers emerged. Left at an orphanage at the age of six months with little more than her birth records, the tiny girl spent her years as a quietly gentle child, when she began to be fostered by the Harrelson's at the age of four. Gaining two elder brothers from the event, Viola lived incredibly happily with her new family and was treated as the 'baby' of the family for many years.
At the age of ten however, strange things began to happen around her. Pictures would tilt randomly on the walls. Furniture would be slightly moved with no-one else in the room to speak of, cutlery at the dinner table would warp and twist in front of the families eyes..
Because of the nature of her 'unique' powers, she wasn't outed as a Metahuman until relatively late into the registration act. Terrified, she took solstice in the fact that at least her family would be with her; until she was removed from being fostered, being officially 'returned' and no longer a legal part of the family.
Shipped off to the slums alone, Viola's heart shattered and she withdrew into her misery and loneliness. Even to this day, when she has a protector looking out for her, the girl is a shadow of her former self and is unlikely to ever truly recover from her mental trauma.
Other: A total pushover. Has been practically brainwashed due to believing in her own 'weakness' into simply taking every beating and hardship presented against her without a fight. She has no willpower of her own.


Metahuman 2

Name: Coleen Wilson
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Powers: Electrokinesis. Her powers began with her unable to do more than the equivalent of a static shock from her finger-tips at will, but with time the range and intensity of her shocks has grown somewhat. She can shoot sparks from her finger-tips, but they are still relatively weak in terms of an actual voltage.
Personality: Brash and outspoken, Coleen makes it no secret how unhappy she is with the way things current are for 'her people'. Years of being in the slums haven't dulled her spirits and instead she remains fiery and as defiant as possible while still managing to get by relatively out of trouble. Her personality has always been big, though it often used to lean more towards the open and friendly side of the spectrum rather than bold and somewhat reckless. Coleen is very tired of the way things are in her life right now, a fact she makes no secret of. If she were stupid, she would have long acted on this unsettled impulse, but for now, simply bides her time all the while gritting her teeth in frustration.
An abrasive woman, when you have proven yourself an ally, she will open up and treat you as one of her own. Has a particular soft spot for children and anyone younger than herself in general and tries to look out for them.
Appearance: A woman of color, Coleen has dark skin, thick dark hair that she wears loose and long from refusing to have it cut off and honey brown eyes. She's built rather large for a woman, but isn't exactly overweight and more considers herself a happy medium, god forbid anyone dare call her fat. Relatively tall, she towers over most women her age and size, standing at about five feet eight. She tends to wear whatever clothes she can get her hands on that don't have holes in them. Always seems to have some kind of smirk on her face or in her eyes.
History: A tenacious woman, Coleen would have likely avoided detection as a Meta for some time had she not been so out-spoken about her abilities. Never one to hide away, she saw no reason why she should be forced to hide, in her own words, 'who and what' she is. She has a history of being a bit of a trouble-maker, though her exact ties and events in her past are hazy at best, even to the legal systems records. All that's really known is she stirred up unwanted attention, did a few things that weren't favored upon and has been in the Slum's ever since.
Other: Has a soft spot for children and youngsters. Can get very maternal and protective of them, to the point harming children is a huge no-no in her books. Has helped Viola survive somewhat and tries to look out for the girl, but it's a big place and she's got a lot of places to be other than with a struggling thirteen year old.

((Oh darn, it would be the day I fall ill that this would get started and I'd almost miss out on the beggining fun! Terribly sorry if I'm late, Valentines day and y'know~
If we're going for blue dragons, I'll take a nice Light Slate Grey, since it's rather blue looking and to go with Hrolmir's Steely colors.
Karinda will be using the rather unspectacular Dim Grey, to reflect her neutral nature I guess.))

Though the initial departure from the party was anything but organized, Karinda found herself feeling somewhat proud at the fact that all of the other Riders, after the initial confusion and speedy departure, had fallen into a steady flight formation among one-another.
Even in the dark of the night, by squinting pale blue eyes she could just about make out the person in leading position; a relatively small figure sat atop a pearly white dragon. From the female rider's willowy proportions, Karinda guessed that she was an elf. Many years ago, this would have perhaps given her pause for thought back when her only knowledge of elves was of far off cities and smithing techniques that defied all that she knew about the forging fires. She was not that same weary little girl however and now, after years of being trained among both elves and humans alike, she could distinguish little difference between the two races; there was only fellow riders.

The glow of the burning city was visible starkly through the night sky, shining through the black like a hellish beacon of searing orange light. Worse still though were the screams, desperate cries of confusion and pleas for help carried on the wind. Karinda felt her stomach clench just thinking about the owners of those voices, residing in the capital, only to be betrayed by the very ones who had sworn oaths to protect them..
"You must concentrate. There may be more to this than we yet understand. Focus at the task at hand, little one, then we may ask our questions."
She could feel Hrolmir's gentle rumble echo through the scales on his neck where she held, a low comforting presence as ever keeping her own thoughts steady.
"You're right. There's a lot of work to be done here to secure the city once more, it'll be difficult. I'll need to keep my head on."

The group of riders had near fully approached the city, where the sights, sounds and smells were far worse than at a distance. Flames flickered past Karinda's eyes, licking at buildings and down streets indiscriminate in their path of destruction.
The elf girl atop the white dragon was giving out instructions, ones which Karinda found herself listening to intently. Indeed, dousing the fires would be the ideal starting point, curbing the spread of the flames and damage to area's already affected.
The exection of her plan, while ideal for others, left her brain ticking however.. After a moment of glancing around, she gestured Hrolmir into a low dive, down into the tall spires of the buildings of Doru Araeba and almost to ground level.
The heat of the surrounding fires left her eyes watering and face flushed with heat, pulling her neck-scarf about her face to try and protect herself from the worst of the flames.

"The water is a sound plan, but we may do better here with our own talents helping-" Karinda mused, eyes turning to an area where she had known there to be quite a number of houses in the past.
They were currently little more than charred rubble, collapsed under their own weight after the flames had taken all the strength from the buildings core. The destruction was immense and though there was little chance of survivors, action had to be taken in the event that someone, anyone, had been lucky..
"Hrolmir! Get lifting through this!"
The dragon hummed in reply, hovering over the great mound of charred buildings while the light of the flames flickered against his silvery hide and gave him an unnatural orange tint. With a great roar, four giant muscular legs began lifting through the remains, carefully parting the wood and stone that had been left behind in the hopeless search for survivors or anything salvageable.

Karinda felt her heart sink, after clearing five houses and finding only one young woman clearly moving among the wreckage. Motioning for Hrolmir to land, she leaped off his back and slung the injured woman around her shoulders, before passing her onto the giant dragon and motioning for him to take her to a safer area in the city.
"I'll continue helping on foot." She insisted, though was met with an almost whining plea of displeasure.
"Little one, I fear for your safety. Do not do anything rash, I beg of you."
"This isn't the time, Hrolmir. There are others surely that need our help. Get any that I bring to you to safety, then return as fast as you can. Those carrying the water are beginning to douse the fires, but that'll leave smoke- it's unlikely people will be able to safely move about in it. I want you to try and snuff the flames with the flapping of your wings, but be mindful of anyone escaping! Don't you dare blow them away!"
Under normal circumstances, Karinda knew in her heart that Hrolmir would have been disposed to leave her in a dangerous situation alone, but her commanding voice made it quite clear that she wasn't going to budge on the subject. Instead of continuing arguing, with a snort of displeasure he took to the sky, circling overhead to find a spot to drop the saved woman.
"I will return soon. Do not do anything foolish!"

"No promises.." Karinda couldn't help but think, instantly feeling an admonishing wave of emotion from her dragon.
There was no time to be playing things safe however, carefully making her way down the streets she had once walked when she was but a trainee rider, lamenting that she would be unlikely to ever see them in the same glory again. It was a wasteful attack, destroying the city rather than plundering or trying to subjugate it. This unbiased destruction was a statement. The idea of why anyone would want to make such declarations against the peace made her shudder..
She didn't have long with her thoughts however until she saw a young man ducking into a burning house; she barely recognized him as the one she had spoken to briefly earlier, with the fancy knife tricks. Breaking into a run,  with her scarf wrapped tightly around her nose and mouth, Karinda followed behind him, hearing the beating of familiar wings settling overhead and a gust growing overhead.
"Wait, I'll help you! My dragon is blowing away the worst of the smog, we need to save whoever we can before these buildings risk coming down!" She called, trying to cast her voice as best as she could to the young man who had been impressive with knives without inhaling too deeply.

((I tried to put this with my form, but it went over the character limit! I'm hoping it's alright if I put my starter post in a separate post here then. I'm taking a small liberty in regards to Mac's starter post, but it dosen't gmod anything, I just simply thought it'd fit. Here's hoping it's all alright, looking forward to getting this started!))

"This is a bit of a dull party.."
Karinda couldn't help the thought that ran through her mind as she mingled among the party-goers, making small talk and giving pleasant greetings when required. From the distance of the outer-grounds, where the Dragons were having their own celebratory conversing of a sorts, she could feel Hrolmir's gentle rumble of disagreement touching her thoughts.
A bit of dullness is relaxing though, no? Many here have long memories of tireless work as of recently. A somewhat slow gathering is a welcome change of pace for once.
Despite herself, she felt her lips part a little in a a wry smirk. Her dragon's thoughts on the matter while scholarly and wise in their appearance, masked what was most likely a bout of laziness she suspected. The returning feeling of insult from her silvery scaled friend all but confirmed her thoughts and she mildly sent across thoughts of understanding compromise across the bond, before once again retreating from her thoughts to focus on the party.

It wasn't so bad, she reasoned, after taking another look and grabbing a sweet tasting drink from one of the nearby barrels. Once she started to simply take the relaxed pace of things in her stride, she found herself even enjoying the event, mingling in conversation and even getting talking with a particular male about the curious knives she had spotted on his persons.
They were certainly unique and she couldn't help but feel fascinated by the weapons, wondering instantly how and where they were forged and noting the unusual design of the tapering towards the end of the simple blades.
She'd have gladly stayed in the pleasant conversation they were having had the sudden panicked cry not upstarted the entire party, leaving her laughter behind for instead a shocked wide-eyed look.

The messenger looked stark and dangerous against the flickering light of the bonfire, though as intimidating as his presance was, the message he carried was far worse.
"The Rider Capital? On fire..?"
Gasping, Karinda had to take a few moments to collect her racing thoughts, trying to compile this new wealth of information that had suddenly come forth. The rider capital set alight, by a group called the forsworn. Rouge dragon riders. The many how's and why's were overwhelming, and she was unable to make heads or tails of this sudden and frightening event.
Instead, she focused on turning her eyes skyward, where the noise of flapping wings was starting to congregate.
"Hrolmir-"
I'm already on my way. I felt your distress and reached my mind out to yours to see what was happening. Come, time is short.
No sooner than had Hrolmir's deep, soothing voice left her mind did the sheen of dark silver flash before her eyes and she was instinctively pulling herself into her place on his back, tightening the grip of the dragon's saddle before the two surged into the waiting sky.

[Name:]

Since it's been years since I've actively read any the Inheritance books, I've been doing a lot of brushing up and wiki-scouring to get all my details right!
Here's hoping it all sticks in my head and I don't forget anything important~


You:
Name: Karinda
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Species: Human
Hometown: Belatona
Speciality Magic/Knowledge: Coming from a long family line of famed Blacksmith's, Karinda was learning about the forge and how to properly shape steel from an age where she could walk and properly use her hands. She is proud of her smithing heritage and tried to keep up the craft even after being chosen by a dragon hatchling, and though her work's aren't quite as fantastic as the legendary Belatonan smiths, her creations are nothing to scoff at. Usually forgoing decoration for function, Karinda is skilled with creating and evaluating various pieces that may come from a forge, though her specialty and interest lies in weapons. She has a fondness and knack for being able to tell a great deal of the history and make of particular weapons, be they swords, axes or maces.
She also boasts being able to wield a number of weapons skillfully if they have been made to her specifications due to her understanding of them.
Along with her smithing, Karinda is a relatively smart girl with the ability to pick up and learn new skills at a relatively rapid rate, provided she puts her mind to it. This has made her rather good at spellcraft, in particular learning about magic in itself and the ancient language and how to put it best to use for practical situations.
She is very poor at warding magic and mostly excels at magic that changes or otherwise renders a physical presence in the world around her (i.e bringing forth a ball of light to guide her rather than making her vision better in the dark)
Background: The eldest daughter of a smithing family, Karinda lived a relatively hardworking but honest lifestyle in the walls of Belatona in her family home which her great-great-grandparents had apparently settled many years prior. Karinda was taught in the honest ways of making a living from what you craft, though often found herself bored with her lot in life despite her apparent skill in the family work. She would often shirk training sessions or lessons to instead wander the shores of the Leona Lake, playing by the waters edge and dreaming of adventures and knowledge further from shaping steel.
Ironically, her dreams would become all too real when a routine visit of travelers on behalf of the Dragon Riders ended not with the usual fleeting touch and farewell, but instead a tiny hatchling and lifelong bond. Shortly after the event, Karinda was shipped off to the Dragon Riders to begin her training.
Personality: Karinda was always the kind of girl that after being taught a lesson, would then repeatedly as 'Why', not out of an act to be annoying, but always wanting to gain a further understanding. As she has aged, this need for total awareness of a subject has not left her and while it has made her an excellent learner, learning all that she can, it has also made her something of a problem student.
She simply cannot leave subjects be until she is satisfied with the knowledge she has gained, finding herself constantly wanting the whole story, being privy to all the secrets and whatever information they may be hiding just waiting to be discovered. This attitude led to her discovering her latent magic as a rider earlier than the rest of her fellow students and thus being removed to be instead privately tutored, lest she let the secret spill before the class' allocated time to be taught magic.
This attitude can also be problematic for other reasons however, as at times she simply isn't satisfied with the limited knowledge the Dragon Riders have imparted, knowing in her bones that there is much more to be learned and secrets to be uncovered that they're simply just not sharing. While not resentful, it has certainly affected her trust in the Riders, but non-the-less she remains loyal to their cause, though the risk of her loyalties being easily swayed has not been lost on the elders...
When not pressing for information, Karinda is a rather agreeable soul with a steady, down-to-earth personality who finds it easy to get along with and forgive others. She enjoys a good friendly tussel, a drink now and then and sharing stories of battle and greatness around a campfire. Often viewed a little on the wild-side for a woman, Hrolmir's influence holds back her more exuberant traits and keeps her intrigue from getting too out of hand.
Appearance and clothing: Somewhat on the tall side for a woman of her age, at five feet eight, Karinda is build with a steady body type that while nowhere near heavy, isn't short of the muscles required for the heavy art of smithing and swordplay.
She is somewhat on the paler side, with friendly blue-grey eyes and thick, dark black hair that she has cropped short to around her ears in a distinctly masculine style that frames her heart shaped face. She can usually be seen in at least some form of armor, even in her casual wear which consists of comfy pale leather breeches, leather calf boots, a sea green undershirt covered with a dark hard leather chest-piece, covered by a darker green shawl over her shoulders and falling down her back slightly.
When in battle, she dons a near full set of armor, complete with gauntlets and greaves, though often wears leather bottoms in order to keep mobility. She also wears a partial breast-plate rather than full, in order to have movement in her arms and instead uses long gauntlets to protect her limbs.
Sword: A long, sleek sword in a silvery grey color. The blade is long and intended for slashing, piercing attacks with its pointed tip, though its length can also be used for blocking and disarming. The hilt features a twisting pattern, is relatively short and is intended to be wielded in one hand, though has just enough extra length for a more stable two-handed stance grip if the situation calls for it. The guard is a darker silver in color and highly decorative, curving in two distinctive arches either side of the hilt and emblazoned with twirling metal filigree pattern.
The pomel is short and flat, topped with a round hematite gem. The flat of the blade itself is emblazoned with words of the ancient language, reading "I am Tizona, the graceful fang."
Karinda all in all finds Tizona a little too fancy for her own tastes, but she cannot deny that it is unmatched as a weapon bar any of the other Rider's swords and the skill of its craftsmanship.
She has also been known to deploy a shield of her own crafting when needed, though often prefers to leave a hand free for any magic she may need to cast.


Your Dragon:
Name: Hrolmir, a name he picked from Karinda's distant ancestry. The original Hrolmir was considered the best smith in all South Alegesia in his time and went to war wielding a giant war-axe. His name is still mentioned in passing in various stories to this day, though many have forgotten his feats in favour of far grander men.
Gender: Male
Age: 8
Colour: Steely Grey
Because of dragon scales natural shine, he can usually look a very dark silver. On clear days and when his scales are in pristine condition, he can almost look reflective depending on certain lighting.
Personality: Equally as scholarly as Karinda, Hrolmir offers to their duo a gentlemanly disposition and air of sophistication. At first, Karinda wasn't entirely sure why he had chosen her, but as time went on the two became inseparable both in terms of kinship for one-another and having an equal to banter knowledge and history back and forth. Hrolmir is just as hungry for knowledge as his rider, though is not nearly as feisty in gaining enlightenment. He understands better that there is a time and place for all information to be shared and that often, the most sacred of knowledge has to be learned by ones own merits.
He is a kind soul and dislikes leaving any one person without aid, though as a dragon he isn't without his own fierce side. Hrolmir hates those who subjugate others, though not for typical reasons of preying upon the weak, but rather feeling that power has to be earned by ones own shows of strength rather than cunning or bullying.
Despite his more reserved attitude, he can and will side with Karinda if she has reached a final decision on something, making him also something of a worry to the elders in terms of this dragon-rider duo's loyalties..
Strength: Flying silently and swiftly. What Hrolmir lacks in sheer brute strength, he makes up for with stamina and stability. He has been considered somewhat of a vain dragon in the past for the routine upkeep of his scales he likes to keep, but often it is a case of battle strategy than vanity; His silvery hide, when at its best, allows him to almost reflect off light, an incredibly useful feat that can leave him near impossible to spot when airborne high enough. While he does not have attacking strength, his scales are exceptionally hard and he has steeled himself for long journeys and hard battles; what he lacks in delivering in damage, he can almost certainly take without batting an eye, making him exceptionally hardy in battle and while exerting himself.

Other: Currently loyal to the dragon riders, but the duo's unpredictable natures and Karinda's relentless pursuit of knowledge she feels she is entitled to may leave them vulnerable to corruption or persuasion otherwise..

Starter Post:

((See later in topic, starter post plus form went over max character limit))

Seriously thinking of applying to this since the inheritance cycle is one of my childhood loves, but just to clarify, how long before or after the main series does this take place?

I think it could be very interesting, though while I've certainly heard of the source material, I don't really know it in-depth.
It could be a lot of fun though, especially including the gods from other cultures! I think if you could find a way to make it so that even newcomers to the series wouldn't get confused and knew the basic lore, I'd definitely be up for it!

I'm agreeing with Poison's train of thought on that some gods just wouldn't of had kids or were maybe too destructive/evil/whatever to have sired any and are thus off limits for whatever reason.
The powers thing could also be interesting, would there be powers based on the individual or shared powers for whoever descended from each god getting the same one?

[Name]

-New challenger approaches-


Human
Name Kyra Evans
Pronounced 'Kai-raa' and nothing annoys her more than people getting it wrong and calling her by the more common 'Key-ruh'. Equally annoying is people mistaking her name for 'Kara' or 'Kira'.
Age 18
Gender Female
Personality Kyra spent her childhood dealing with a family illness, and though her early years were spent living half on hospital wards and half at home, many were surprised to find the little ill girl grow up to be cheerful and outgoing.
Her sunny attitude lasted until high school, where after finding a close group of friends and starting a loving relationship, things began to fall apart as her condition required monitoring once again. Though nowhere near serious in its nature, her friends and partner began treating her differently, more so when she began having to skip lessons every so-often for treatments. As time went by, Kyra found herself being slowly forgotten and driven away from her close-knit group, eventually ending her high-school experience alone with the excuse that she had simply 'missed too much' during the periods she was gone.
These days, Kyra is still a loving girl though has shut herself away from most nearly everyone bar her family rather than risk feeling abandoned once more.
She instead finds solstice in vast libraries of books and far-away fantasies that would find no reason to forsake her.
Kyra runs on high emotions and guides her life from her feelings rather than logic, though with little engagement in the world, has had very little chance to apply herself to much of anything anymore. Though kind and generally pleasant, her social skills are a bit rusty given the circumstances. Her temper isn't easy to set off, as she will generally remove herself from a tense situation altogether rather than try and challenge it, though due to her emotion fueled outlook, can reach startling levels of aggression when provoked, though afterwards her outburst will usually leave her burned out.
Appearance Relatively pale skinned from a childhood spent indoors, she wears her warm brown hair messy over her fringe and down to the middle of her back, alternating between letting it free and tying it back when the situation requires. Her eyes are dark blue, and her personal favorite feature.
Kyra is somewhat short for her age, standing only around 5 foot 2. Combined with her somewhat lanky proportions and slender build, at times it's easy to mistake the girl for being younger than her age would suggest. Her favorite items of clothing to wear are ones that allow her to move and offer comfort and she can usually be seen parading around in a pale undershirt with sleeves that reach to just above her elbow, covered by a very dark grey sleeveless over-shirt. Dark denim shorts that reach to just above the knee are her favorite, combined with thigh-high socks to keep her legs warm and a pair of comfy white branded trainers. A lilac vest-jacket and white bandage-like cuff on her left wrist finish her usual look.
Crest Love
Digivice colour Lilac
Other Kyra suffered from an illness in the past and though near fully recovered, her prior condition has made her somewhat fragile in terms of health and build. She has no trouble exerting herself, though if she injures herself of falls sick, it often takes her just a little bit longer to recover than most other people.

((I'm aware that this line is a bit wacky and I'm hoping it's alright, since I wanted to go for a sort of dark sorcery feel here without passing right into straight-up evil, which a lot of this lines digivolutions unfortunately seem to be. The mega itself is a bit left-field, but I'm hoping it'll slide since it's listed as 'canon' and the only other two options didn't fit with the theme I was trying to establish.))
Digimon
Fresh  YukiBotamon
In Training Nyaromon
Rookie Salamon
Champion Witchmon
Ultimate Wisemon
Mega ChaosGallantmon

Personality Her initial forms as a Data type (Fresh through Rookie) leave her personality generally rather even tempered and reasonable. By no means a pushover, she instead chooses to follow a more relaxed flow of life and act as a rock of reassurance to those who may need her. She can be understanding, though not without a teasing temperament and a somewhat short fuse. When as Salamon in particular, she demonstrates an unfaltering loyalty and willingness to protect others at the expense of her own well-being.
After digivolving to Witchmon and gaining her Virus attribute, her personality turns far more rash and extroverted. Rather than being a gentle loving presence to Kyra, she instead takes a far more active role in encouraging her partner and showing off her skills, demonstrating a renewed playfulness and loud attitude. She enjoys playing an active role in any skirmishes while in this form, relishing being able to fight to her full power and make full use of her magical attacks.
As Wisemon, this attitude is curbed somewhat and she is far more sarcastic in nature than outright loud and exuberant, leading to her battle style taking a more back-seated approach and instead whittling down the enemy from further afield, pacing itself slowly before unleashing a decisive hit.
In her final form, though somewhat aloof by nature, shows the return of her good-hearted core attitude and a willingness to get the task at hand done, whatever the odds.
In all forms, she has shown a particular flaw to not consider others or the consequences of her actions when Kyra's well-being is involved, instead focusing only on her partner alone.
Other A female digimon, or at least acts like one. Owing to her Data attribute, her Salamon form has reddish brown eyes rather than the usual Blue, which is associated with the more common Vaccine type. Her Wisemon and ChaosGallantmon forms are also a little more femininely shaped in general, in terms of the robes and armor.

Is it actually finally out? I'm eager to see just what the mechanics are like, and to finally transfer some team-mates over.
Can't wait to see what Feraligatr looks like in amie..!

were you ever in a teen titans rp at any stage and had a character that played with a ribbon of water or something
or had a character named moonfire

i think i remember you very clearly

you were my senpai

EDIT: hm maybe i'm confusing you with Witchy

Did you have that character that was like, half cat but with fur? Could control temperature?

Moonfire sounds very much like one of Witch's (Espeon Girl as I remember her) characters, although I think I just may have been in that teen titans rp. Me and EG tended to join a lot of the same RP's and were somewhat close, I'd make me super happy if she was still around, but somehow I'm doubting she is..?

As for the cat lady (Kini if I remember right, it's been years), yes she was very much one of my creations from what feels like eons gone by now. I'm surprised you remember that! Did we know eachother from anywhere by any chances, considering? I'm trying to place your name, but my memory isn't what it used to be..

Thank's to everyone who's welcomed me regardless. What the heck happened to the RP boards though?

Turner, that was exactly my old username. I'm amazed someone remembers me! I'm afraid that your name doesn't ring any bells in my memory though, I'm sorry to say.. Did we take part in any RP's together?

Technically not an introduction, but it might as well be under the circumstances.
Hello there! My name is Ren, and in the past I've gone by such names as Espeh and Queeny Pants, though my old moniker on this particular website was Nekomata.
I joined up back in 2006, when I was a little lass of fourteen and a huge embarrassment to my current self looking back, where I would frequent the roleplay boards more often than not, with varying degrees of quality.
I think I stuck around until some-time 2008/9ish, where personal matters led me to fall away from the at the time very busy forums.
Long story short, I recalled some fond memories and decided to try and give a go at coming back, since I remembered my old log-in, planning to frequent the RolePlay boards with my new experience (which from the look of things, are not nearly as active as I once remember) and generally just have a trip down memory lane.

I doubt I know anyone active now, unless there are some very old timers still sticking around, but regardless, I hope to get to know you and see you in the RP board.

I'm fifteen (Well.. in three days time, but still, I'll be fifteen on the day) and interested in going. What proof exactly can I give that my parents have agreed to let me go?