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congratulations on surviving the parapet, cadet atlas lake, and welcome to the rider’s quadrant ! at twenty four years old, you should know exactly what it takes to make it to graduation, especially being so quick witted and obedient. though, i do suppose your tendencies to be sensitive and timid may make it hard to survive until threshing. other cadets say you remind them of trembling hands with bone white knuckles, the scent of crisp fall on the breeze, sounds of leaves crunching beneath your feet, but we’ll have to see how true that is. remember: if you want a dragon — earn one. 

BASICS .

full  name.  atlas lake. age.  twenty four. current  location.  rider’s quadrant. status.  single, unattached. orientation.  bisexual,  biromantic. siblings.  youngest of five.  dragon. none yet. signet.  none yet.

APPEARANCE .

hair  color.  reddish brown. eye  color.  brown. height. 6'3.  scars.  calloused hands. style.   always dressed in cadet uniform, keeps his shirt high and tucked in tight to his body, notably wears boots with more grip and traction than usual, keeps his sword that he carried across the parapet tightly against his back at all times, and has a woven bracelet secured on his right wrist always.

MISCELLANEOUS .

alignment.  neutral neutral. strengths.  lanky, nimble, quick witted, obedient. weaknesses.  sensitive, timid. aesthetic. trembling hands with bone white knuckles, the scent of crisp fall on the breeze, sounds of leaves crunching beneath your feet. song  inspiration.  paul revere ( noah kahan ), ceilings ( lizzy alpine ), samson ( regina skeptor ).

BIOGRAPHY 

BIG WIP!! but important to note that atlas comes from a family of legacy riders, his father is a retired hero rider, he has 2 captain older brothers in the south & his older sister is a direct assistant and right hand to a colonel. it is also important to note that it is heavily rumored that atlas was silently crying while he crossed the parapet. 

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victor rolled his eyes playfully at theon's jest, waiting till the other left them before he turned his attention fully back towards theon with a crooked, hint of a smile on his features. " ah, not long enough time has passed. if i spent the rest of my days without returning here, it would be a blissful end, boy," he said, a hand clasped on theon's shoulder with a fond squeeze. 

he nodded, inclining his head towards the direction of where some food lay spread out. victor knew far better than to touch any drink that was set out, instead favoring the glass from his own liquor that he'd kept on his side. at theon's suggestion, victor raised an eyebrow, a discrete glance around them to ensure there was no one nearby listening.

" you may ask, just keep your voice low. the last thing i desire is for another colonel to overhear and relay the message. what's troubling you?"

Theon shrugged. "I mean, yeah. I am too old for this shit. I think one of the younger Henshaws are around here somewhere but..." He trailed off. "It doesn't matter." He mumbled. He glanced around with his arms crossed and noticed the other captain. He nodded. "I can go too." He joked, flashing Victor a smile. "I mean, how long has it been since you were here, Commander?" He asked with a smirk. He liked Victor. Respected him. Unlike his parents, he seemed to handle the responsibilities well. At least that's what Theon saw. "Come on, we should see if there's any ridiculous food we can get our hands on before it's all gone." He suggested. "I have to ask you some stuff too, about the north." Theon admitted. "I mean... if that's okay to talk here." He continued.

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once festivities were near complete, stella had excused herself with a promise to find her brother in the morning, swift footsteps took her through the halls back to her own room. she had not been lying when she told him earlier that the appearance of all the higher ranking officials set her off kilter, she'd never admit it to anyone else but even seeing the few other captains from her old squad had her stomach twisted uncomfortably. the ghost of someone else lingered on the edges, but stella had steadily refused to acknowledge his presence - toeing a line of polite surbodinance, enough to give her plausible deniability. 

a sharp knock interrupts her thoughts, stella pausing as she waits to see if the person walks away. it was unusual to have a polite guest this late in the night. another knock has stella rising to move towards the door. 

she opened the door with one hand, the other hidden behind it with a blade clutched tightly within it. something in her eyes lights with confusion at the sight of valerian. " general, how can i help you? " she asked, voice steady as she takes a step back to allow him further entry into her room. there's a strange sense of something in his stance she cannot entirely place, and when a beat of silence passes she sighed again. " valerian."

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he was rigid. usually, it was him on the other side. never becoming too attached, leaving his relationships when they had the potential to get too messy. and that's what he thought he did. only now, he wasn't too sure. valerian steeled himself, muttering words of affirmation to himself while he raised his hand to knock. he could hear sahira's laughter, taunting him. reminding him that it was time he got a taste of his own medicine. he shook off the anxiety and clenched his jaw. one. two. three. he waited a moment, swallowing past the lump in his throat. surely she had heard him? or was she not in her room? he furrowed his brow, rapping his knuckles across the heavy wood once more. patience was not one of his strong suits. and neither was the concept of ignorance. it was why he had appeared at her room in the dead of night. he had to know. and he wasn't going to accept a lack of an answer.

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yes she's problematic but her cunt levels are off the charts + off the wall

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closed event starter for @deathendured !

they were directed to wait till first mat for sparring, or spilling blood, but only the rookies honored that sentiment. dante had been thrumming with unused energy alongside liquor, till his body felt as if it might implode if his knuckles didn't catch some action. twenty minutes later, dante had a wicked grin on his face, a busted lip, and was attempting to hide from a nosy professor. he caught a corner sharply, bumping swiftly into melodi. " hey sunay," he greeted out of breath, pushing her back into the alcove. " be quiet for just one minute, sweets. got a narc on my ass." his arms bracketed her on either side as he glanced over his shoulder.

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closed event starter for @ignitcs !

it was never hard to find erebus amongst the crowd of bodies, since childhood he remained her north star - a guiding light in the darkest of places. though the lights in the gathering hall were a bit too bright for her, not aided at all by the thrones of rowdy students, and by the time the twins met again stella had a frown on her features. " the second wing collective is going to remain a thorn in our side, it seems," she said in lieu in greeting, a sigh from her lips. " and the commanders are all here, it makes my skin itch."

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 welcome back to the rider’s quadrant, DANTE CALIMERIS , we’re so glad to see you’ve survived for your THIRD YEAR! you may be TWENTY FIVE years old, but it’s your signet of TERRAKINESIS, and your proclivity for being DAUNTLESS and ADAPTABLE, that let you get this far. i see you’re just as SELF SERVING and VAIN as you were before, rider. your dragon is the male, GREEN CLUBTAIL dragon named THEMIS, right ? rumor among the riders is that you remind them of scraped knees and bloody torn knuckles, fanning the flames of never-ending violence, being blessed by long unforgiving gods, but who takes stock in that ? do try to stay in line, won’t you ?

BASICS .

full  name.  dante calimeris. age.  twenty five. current  location.  rider’s quadrant. status.  single, unattached. orientation.  bisexual,  biromantic. siblings.  two younger sisters. dragon. themis, a green clubtail dragon. he has had four previous riders. signet.  terrakinesis ; he possesses the ability to manipulate the earth and elements derived from it, including but not limited to rock, dirt, and when taught correctly - plant life as well. he is unable currently to generate these things out of thin air, simply manipulate and shape what is already existing, and at the moment must be touching it to begin manipulating it. 

APPEARANCE .

hair  color.  ginger/blonde . eye  color.  blue .  height. 5'10 |  178 cm. scars.  the mark of being a rebel's child along his right arm.  style.   various shades of green consistently when not in standard attire, he is that asshole who often wants to match his dragon. he's hot and he knows he's hot regardless of what he wears so iykyk. 

MISCELLANEOUS .

alignment.  chaotic evil. ( currently second wing tail section, squad leader ) strengths.  dauntless, adaptable, cocky.  weaknesses.  self serving, vain, haughty. aesthetic. scraped knees and bloody torn knuckles, fanning the flames of never-ending violence, being blessed by long unforgiving gods. song  inspiration.  death valley ( fall out boy ), cable car ( the fray ), world's on fire ( zerbin ) .

BIOGRAPHY 

the world is your enemy, all of it, it has dared to wrong you unjustly and for this you shall burn it all down to the ground around you. you will claim retribution with your bare hands, with a snarl and sharp bite that stains you with blood.  dante has sought to prove himself powerful since the loss of his father in the rebellion, when he was left to piece his family back together once more. he enlisted at twenty two, but was not able to bond with a dragon in his first year. however, the next go around is when he met and bonded with themis as the dragon's previous rider had recently passed. he has fought himself bloody basically, so that he could achieve the small bit of glory that he has claimed thus far. dante is an arrogant, feral sort of rider who has a consistent habit of rubbing people incorrectly. 

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...... open to anyone | gathering hall.

there was little joy in victor to return here, more of an absent of feeling - he'd seen a dozen new riders pass through. he didn't bother spectating on how many would survive or how many would lose to the incessantly hungry beast that was the life of a rider. still, his eyes loosely followed as the students moved amongst themselves, prevailing in the innocence of youthhood despite of everything. it brought a faint smile to his face, the reminder of uncrushed spirits. " ah, do you ever wonder if you are perhaps too old for this all? " he mused, attention turned towards the person that had joined him. the captain spoke something in return before victor caught sight of someone just behind them. " you are dismissed, captain. join the rest of them," he ordered, a beat paused as victor regarded the other person. " interrupting isn't a criminal offense, i could've made you wait all night." a faint smile hinted on his features.

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tucked carefully into the small crowd that had gathered around hazen, stella watched with the faintest hint of a bemused expression. his reputation was certainly not lost on her, the walls had plenty of ears in a place like. " vienna." her voice rang out, the students around him scattering quickly when stella made her presence known. much like hazen's, she had a reputation of her own as well. a couple of steps placed her in front of him, hand stretched to pluck the cigarette from his fingers. " no smoking on campus ... amongst other things." stella let the cigarette fall to the ground, slowly grinding the flame out. " shall we spend the morning together tomorrow cleaning the training area for your ... punishment?"

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:  open to all  !

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:  gathering  hall.

❛  come  one,  come  all,  place  your  bets  !  ❜      dimpled  cheeks  emerge  in  the  sight  of  a  grin  that's  far  too  lopsided  to  be  anything  but  inebriated.      ❛  what  about  you,  sweetheart  ?  ❜      hazel  hues  surveyed  the  other,  slowly  taking  in  their  rider's  black  uniform.    ❛  wanna  place  a  couple  gold  marks  in  the  death  pool  ?  ❜      he  pulls  away  slightly,  taking  a  drag  of  the  cigarette  before  letting  it  billow  into  the  air  above  them.      ❛  don't  look  so  grim,  deaths  are  an  exciting  event  here.  that,  and  the  fucking.  all  the  pent  up  stress  makes  for  a  good  workout.  —anyway,  you  in  ?  ❜

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the wolf among us (2013) 

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my favourite thing is when enemies to lovers are getting heated…and their faces end up really close… and they’re making solid eye contact…and then one of them is just like… *gaze drops to lips*

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bro you better shut the fuck up before i look at you one day and feel warm and realize i’ve fallen in love with you bro. im serious quit it dude

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 oh, there you are, professor STELLA LANDYN ! isn’t your SPARRING class supposed to be starting soon ?  at THIRTY FIVE years old, and with the notable signet of PORTAL CREATION, you’re a real master at what you do. hopefully your female ORANGE DAGGERTAIL dragon, LEVIDE, doesn’t mind biding their time while you’re busy with classes throughout the day. the cadets and the riders really enjoy your RESISLIENT and UNWAVERING tendencies, but the other staff members know just how CALLOUS and MOODY you can really be. some say you remind them of crawling towards a distant horizon, the feeling of weightlessly falling, waves crashing against a rocky shore, but it’s hard to say for certain.  

BASICS .

full  name.  stella landyn. age.  thirty five. current  location.  rider's quadrant. status.  single, unattached. orientation.  bisexual,  biromantic. siblings.  erebus landyn, twin brother, general. signet.  portal creation; she can create a hole in the universe, connecting two non adjacent locations, typically they appear in circular shapes that vary in size. this ability allows her to hold open one for a period of time, however the strain over time wears on her like fatigue and can cause unconsciousness, trapping others on the other side. typically must be able to picture the place in which she wants to portal to, otherwise in states of fear or panic she may open a portal to somewhere unintended. stella is able to use this ability in battle, moving her and levide through a fight or opening a rapid fire portal before an enemy.  dragon.  levide ; an orange daggertail female. she has had four other previous riders. 

APPEARANCE .

hair  color.  brown . eye  color.  dark brown height. 5'10 |  178 cm. scars.  nothing physical, but if you look into that head... phew.  style.   most often seen in training attire fit for the sparring classes that she leads, hair swept back to keep it out of hassle, in various shades of orange and red when not in classroom attire to match with levide. a pocketwatch that erebus gifted her soon after their appointment to the school. 

MISCELLANEOUS .

alignment.  neutral neutral . strengths.  resilient, unwavering, steadfast. weaknesses.  callous, moody, temperamental. aesthetic. crawling towards a distant horizon, the feeling of weightlessly falling, waves crashing against a rocky shore. song  inspiration.  dial drunk  ( noah kahan ), salvation ( christabelle marbun ), love me more ( mitski ) .

BIOGRAPHY 

there is no room for tenderhearted girlhood within the landyn home, only space for strict structure and lessons, erebus is meant for something grander and stella is faithful other half. their father deems her weak, she will be nothing but baggage for the other boy for the rest of their lives, and stella vows in her mind to never allow that prediction to come to fruition. every step erebus has made, stella was not far behind, with their hearts and breaths in sync. the first moment she free falls through a portal, body heavy and limp as the ground comes racing towards her at an unforgiving pace, it is him that slows her descent till levide can catch her. they do not speak of it, but it feels like a cycle broken. a promise fulfilled.  stella landyn is a sparring professor at basgiath war college, known throughout students to be unforgiving with her training and lessons as she aims to teach riders that will survive despite all the odds. she is at times callous, and prone to moody periods that may place her on a warpath. however, she places her faith in the students, and if someone is willing to dedicate themselves than she will match it tenfold. has a complicated, conflicted notion of ' the ends justify the means ' due to their upbringing. 

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 staying safe at your post in the NORTH, aren’t you, VICTOR CALSTONE ?  though i would think that being an FORTY FIVE year old COMMANDER with the signet of LIGHTNING makes that a pretty easy task. i’m sure it helps that HEMLOCK, your female BLUE MORNINGSTAR TAIL dragon, is doing their duty patrolling our borders !  the other riders stationed at your post say your RESERVED and DEDICATED traits are a real benefit, but the fact that you’re so INDEPENDENT and CALCULATING is a real pain in the ass. does anyone else think you’re reminiscent of the sound of heavy rain on a metal roof, the eerie sense of calm at dawn, a sense of always being watched in a crowded room, or is it just that dragon of yours ? 

BASICS .

full  name.  victor calstone. age.  forty five. current  location.  the northern border. status.  unmarried.  orientation.  bisexual,  biromantic. siblings.  younger sister ( deceased. ) signet.  lightning manipulation; he can create, shape, and manipulate lightning by exciting and charging the particles in the air at great heights. this power is hard to control and unstable at times, however he has a well controlled handle on it. weaknesses include being underwater, or unable to access direct air flow.  dragon.  hemlock ; a blue morningstar tail, she has had two other previous riders. 

APPEARANCE .

hair  color.  brown . eye  color.  dark brown height. 6'4 | 193 cm . scars.  multiple burn marks from misfired lightning that trace along his biceps. style.   dark colors that are closely tailored to fit his body. layers that are easy to peel off when needed but will also maintain body warmth when flying high where the air is harsher with hemlock. always has a chain and locket tucked beneath his clothing.

MISCELLANEOUS .

alignment.  neutral good . strengths.  reserved, devoted, loyal, dedicated. weaknesses.  self sacrificing. independent. calculating.  aesthetic. the sound of heavy rain on a metal roof, the eerie sense of calm at dawn, a sense of always being watched in a crowded room. song  inspiration.  run boy run  ( woodkid ), working for the knife ( mitski ), arms tonite ( mother mother ) , work song ( hozier ).

BIOGRAPHY 

victor calstone was born unremarkable., after all, not all men are born with greatness imbued within their veins. some are instead given oppurtunity to gather a legacy for themselves. -- and no one truly cares about the life of a war hero before the war, do they? who asks for the boy that he was before he shed that first drop of blood in the name of a greater force? who weeps for the man that exists before tragedy comes to collect it's toll? who recalls the name of a sister that is lost to the parapet long after the storyteller has left town?  victor calstone is a man that has lived far past than most have expected. he leads an unflinching force in the northern lines, with little room for cowards - hesitation means death, and a dead rider is nothing but a wasted resource to him. another soul lost for attempting to garner power that they were never meant for. 

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