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SOME MIGHT HATE AND THEY WAIT ON YOUR FALL ( OH ) . THEY DON'T KNOW THERE'S A GRACE FOR IT ALL ( OH ) . MY FLAWS DON'T MAKE ME BEAUTIFUL AND REAL , ALL YOU FAKE CANNOT COMPARE . OH , YOU'RE PERFECTLY A MASTERPIECE AND ALL OF ME, EVEN MY SCARS . . . EVEN MY SCARS , YEAH .
LIO KANROJI ; AÂ TALEÂ OFÂ :Â TOMIOKA GIYUÂ (Â KIMETSU NO YAIBAÂ )Â ;Â LEVI ACKERMANÂ (Â SHINGEKI NO KYOJINÂ )Â ;Â HIEIÂ (Â YU YU HAKUSHOÂ )Â ;Â ABYSS WATCHERSÂ (Â DARK SOULS 3Â )Â ;Â BYAKUYA KUCHIKIÂ (Â BLEACHÂ )Â .
mackenyu & gender non - conforming & he + they   |   lio kanroji, the squad 2 vice captain bonded with amaris for the past twelve years. theyâre twenty - seven, quite a contrast to the one hundred thirty - seven of their long horn black blade-tail. theyâre known to be quite disciplined and diplomatic, but on a bad day they can be kind of aloof and strict. if separated from their dragon, lio relies on a crossbow to protect them.   |   you may have been born small, but you will die a colossus ; feet together and hand angled into a perfect salute, flying among the skies breathes life into a body that was once a shell, but you find true purpose when you join the ranks. living to serve, thereâs no greater honor ; youâre the first to rise, first to the training grounds, first to finish your meal and first to leave the barracks. why is everything a race to you? why do you run like youâre running out of time? ; youâre hard on your squad, flipping them during training and bruising them with snaps from your wooden sword. you scowl at the moans for mercy and command them to stand. they need to be ready for all that approaches, they need to live and breathe and prosper once the dust has settled. otherwise, to walk through a battlefield soaked in the blood of your comrades is to admit that you will never escape the legacy of failure that you were born into.
GENERAL .
FULL NAME : kanroji , lio .
REASON FOR NAME : his mother named him lio , saying that his cries mirrored that of a lion . it is quite ironic now , given how selective he is with his words .
NICKNAME : none .
REASON FOR NICKNAME : n / a .
AGE : tewnty - seven .
GENDER : gender non - conforming .
PLACE OF BIRTH : he was born in eonach to a lower - class farming couple and raised on their small farmland .
BIRTHDAY : august 11th .
CURRENTLY LIVING IN : he currently lives in lyria , having been a resident since he relocated at age fifteen .
SPECIES / RACE : human / dragon rider .
ETHNICITY : of japanese descent .
OCCUPATION : squad 2 vice captain .
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : pansexual .
BACKGROUND
& you are named after a lion for your loud cries , vocal when you cry out with emotion but otherwise muted . instead , you observe the world around you as your reality drowns you in mundane . being of use has always filled your heart with a feeling of accomplishment . you silently pray every night before you rest in the small room that you share with your grandmother : please , god , let me be something every minute of every hour of my life . to say that your life has a humble beginning would be overly modest . your father tends to the dying crops that he inherited from his father âž» the same crops that you will inherit from him . your mother tends to the two horses you house in the barn , too malnourished to sell or work , but she cannot bear to let them go . your grandmother , with hands worn from a lifetime of spinning silk , makes blankets at a snails pace , too slow to turn a prophet . money isn't important to you , not even when you are taunted for the various stitches that mend the holes in your clothes , but to submit to the idea of a life of this , it would be to live as a soulless shell . you want to touch the sky , the feel the clouds that you sleep upon in your dreams . you want more .
& when you speak up of your dreams , it is loud , a lion's cry . you leave with an address of a mentor scribbled on crumbled paper , a basket of pastries that your father spent a dinner's worth of gold pieces on and your grandmother's blanket draped over your shoulders . you can always come back , you mother expresses , eyes glossed with tears âž» she's wrong . to come back to this life would be to admit defeat , but you nod to soothe her heart and leave to find the hidden city .
& under your mentorship in lyria , you work harder than you ever have in your young life , aspiring to become a rider at the next opportunity . when no dragon selects you at your first ceremony , it's almost enough to break your spirit . you toss and turn in bed that night under your grandmother's blanket , the idea of going back home to a legacy of just scraping by plaguing you like a nightmare . you wake up determined , the first one in and the last one out with the need to prove yourself lighting a fire under you .
& amaris stuns you with her beauty as she bows her head to you , so much so that she has to nudge you with her tail to encourage you to grace her back . you'll never forget the first time you took to the sky with the dragon that had chosen you . the air that fills your lungs fills your shell with a long lost soul as well .
& you continue to practice discipline when you join squad two , working yourself to nothing to set an example . becoming vice captain is your crowning achievement ; it adorns your family name in prestige , from misfortunate farmers to a commander of the skies . you send for your family the moment you are able , moving them to lyria to bask in the life success has blessed you with . you are tough on your squad and secretive of how , after a long day , you return home to cater to your family , for the day never ends for you until you've fallen asleep at the dinner table , your grandma draping her newest creation over you as you finally sleep .
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I'M A BIG DEAL , I GET SICK AND TIRED OF HOLDIN' IT IN . RICH BLOOD , YOU CAN PROBABLY SEE THE GOLD IN MY SKIN . I'M MORE THAN A GIRL , WON'T LET THE TROUBLES OF THE WORLD COME WEIGH ME DOWN . BUT ANGELS MAKE A WAY SOMEHOW AND IF WE FALL , WE FALL ON CLOUDS . . .
COUNTESS WISTAR ; AÂ TALEÂ OFÂ :Â GENKAIÂ (Â YU YU HAKUSHOÂ )Â ;Â T'CHALLAÂ (Â BLACKÂ PANTHERÂ )Â ;Â ARTORIAS OF THE ABYSSÂ (Â DARKÂ SOULSÂ )Â ;Â MELANIAÂ (Â ELDEN RINGÂ )Â ;Â THEÂ NAMELESSÂ KINGÂ (Â DARKÂ SOULSÂ 3Â )Â .
angela basset & cis woman & she + her   |   countess wistar, the judicial arm member bonded with altair for the past fifty - one years. theyâre sixty - six, quite a contrast to the nine hundred sixty - seven of their antlered white whip-tail. theyâre known to be quite loyal and dignified, but on a bad day they can be kind of critical and harsh. if separated from their dragon, tessa relies on a double bladed polearm to protect them.   |   the dual blades of your battle worn polearm was born from tragedy, once existing as a pair of swords belonging to twin sisters, cursed when a single plunge baptized the two in familial blood. along the shaft sits a gilded engraving: âfor nothing but death could reunite me with the one who shares my face. with every strike, with every blow, with the crack of armor and mask, i meet my match where space meets time at the edge of the worldline.â it has tasted far more blood in your hands â the kind that has stained your hands red ; your warrior spirit will live on even when you perish, your legacy will immortalize you on parchment and in stone. your father may have met his end with a reputation corroded by shame, but you honor him with a bequest that transcends the stars that youâve flown close enough to touch ; as a youth, you were discouraged to dream. your desires were yours to manifest and capture, to claw into until crimson beads pooled from the punctures. youâve fought for so long, blade dulling just to be sharpened again. now, you take to your judicial thrown, your dragon sits at your feet and your hands quiver, hungry to wield steel once more ; thereâs a darkness in your eyes, a heat to the blood in your veins and a thirst to be chosen for battle â one that will never die ; a countess birthed from the tarnished castle of a nameless king, your father taught you that victory grants entrance into a warriorâs solace. the sharpness of your eyes, even now, is a reminder of the warning you grace all that stand across from you. âI am Countess. Rider of Altair. And I have never known defeat.â
GENERAL .
FULL NAME : countess wistar .
REASON FOR NAME : she was born as the only daughter to the disgraced king of an unknown kingdom . the surname " wistar " coming from he who discovered the divine properties of wistaria flowers and their ability to ward off evil . her true surname is unknown , as wistar is the name that she took upon entering lyria in search of a new start . her father named her " countess " to ensure that , regardless of how their status as a kingdom may dwindle , his daughter would always be addressed with nobility .
NICKNAME : tessa .
REASON FOR NICKNAME : affectionate name given to her by her father . she is not partial to nicknames and does not take lightly to being addressed in such a friendly tone by unfamiliars , especially with how important her given name is to her .
AGE : sixty - six .
GENDER : cis woman .
PLACE OF BIRTH : she was born to a small kingdom that was hidden amongst a forest of hanging wisteria , keeping it a secret from most of the world . it was ruled by the son of a dragon rider from marefell , known in limited scriptures as the lord of cinder . there are limited and scattered texts that tell how the lord of cinder's son went against his father's quest of power by using his bonded dragon to conquer . instead the king bonded with a battleworn and wounded dragon , with whom he healed with his kingdom's wisteria , and had no interest in welcoming conflict into his kingdom , thus making an enemy out of his father . disowned , the king was stripped of his name , as was his kingdom . simply known as " the nameless king " , countess lived with her father in their oasis until plague wilted the wisteria blossoms from the vines and her father fell to illness .
BIRTHDAY : september 13th .
CURRENTLY LIVING IN : countess migrated to the hidden city of lyria at age fourteen following the fall of her disgraced kingdom . taking a new surname , she's lived in the city ever since , serving a number of roles from squad member up to her current position of judicial arm .
SPECIES / RACE : human / dragon rider .
ETHNICITY : of african descent .
OCCUPATION : judicial arm member .
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual .
BACKGROUND
& your grandfather is more urban legend than man âž» you are to address him as lord , you're carefully instructed by your father whose hands tremble when he gently sweeps the loose curls out of your eyes . you're presented to him adorned in wisteria blossoms in your hair clips , on your bracelets and woven into your dress ; the mark of prosperity for a young child , the holy to fend off the evil . the lord of cinder looks from your heterochromatic eyes to the trail of purple you leave in your path and his nose turns up . " black eyes stained with gray is the mark of an omen . do you think that your blossoms can cure this misfortune ? " your father's hands tremble once more as you return home to your kingdom hidden in the bloom . that night , you look closely at his dragon , noticing the white of its eyes and scars that line its scales âž» it has been worn by battle , but its eyes close and it breathes , soothed by your father's kind touch . you learn as he carries you to bed that night that your father was born with too much heart , deep feelings and empathy that the lord of cinder also saw in the eyes that you inherited from him . you hold on tight to him , your small arms around his shoulders , and promise to also find strength in kindness .
& you witness the death of your kingdom as the wisteria wilt and your father becomes ill . disowned by the living myth of the lord of cinder , he is stripped of his name and nobility . he , the nameless king of a forgotten kingdom casted in his father's shadow . you watch him remove and lock away his family crest and he willingly wipes his name from history , however , it's not until the passing of his dragon that you see him weep in a way that makes him mortal in your eyes . he dies in your arms in an empty kingdom , his precious wisteria turned rotten and lining the streets . the bitterness in your heart breaks your promise . you no longer see kindness as strength , not when you father gave everything just to be casted aside . you leave that night without looking back , your father's family crest against your chest and under your cloak .
& altair appears bathed in moonlight with eyes of blue . you hear their voice in your head , wise beyond your comprehension , seeing you for your wounded heart . you straighten your spine , trying to appear proud , staking your claim to your nobility , but the antlered dragon speaks to you with a voice that heals like your father's hands . the stone of your face cracks to match the fractures in your heart as you kneel to the dragon , hands forward as if to offer your heart in your open palms . " i am not omen nor misfortune . please , let me be something . please , show me that kindness is strength . " it's the first time you've cried for your father . it feels endless as you wail , altair wrapping their whip - tail around you .
& you're not very vocally expressive , but your actions speak when you can't find the words . you enter the city of lyria with a new surname , but keep your given name as it's meaning is something you hold close . the passion in you overflows , your motivation unbreakable . every time you fall , you stand up even stronger , whipping your bladed polearm around with proficiency . altair chooses you and it makes you feel validated âž» less omen and more blessed . the scent of wisteria follows you into battle as you still braid the blossoms into your hair . as you rise in ranks , enter and exit battle with hands stained red , you grasp the crest of the lord of cinder as a reminder of that of which fuels you . you repeat your father's words of victory being a warrior's solace , though as you mature , you realize that victory takes many forms . victory is the smiling faces of those that you have sworn to protect , victory is the partnership you have with the dragon that carries you through the skies , victory is the strength to pray for those you have slain despite their ill intentions .
& you are made to retire almost by force , your polearm far from having its fill of competition . taking the judicial arm position honors you greatly as you gaze down upon the new generation of young riders , the fire in their eyes bringing a rare smile upon your face . there's an intimidating factor to you now as you carry yourself with such grace and power , however , you aim to empower these new riders and continue to protect your new home in the hidden city of lyria . with word getting out that you are looking for an apprentice , the group of young hopefuls that approach you warms the heart in you that has since healed. you go to your dragon , caressing their face , lips falling agape when altair curls against you and closes their eyes . you have kind hands .
& the tears you cry this time are of happiness .
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#  đđđđđđđđđđ  ;  FOR YOU ARE A WARRIOR . ONE THAT HAS DRAWN BLOOD , ONE THAT HAS CRIED THE CALL OF BATTLE . A WEAPON â ONCE DULLED , WE SHALL SHARPEN YOU AGAIN . BE WEARY OF THE SUN . IT MELTS THE WINGS OF FAUX ANGELS . DEPENDENT BLOG FOR RIDERSFM . TAMED BY CAELUM . [ 25 + , THEY / THEM , EST ] .
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