#basgiath:intro

[deathendured]

✧   ⸻    [   charles melton,  cis man,  he / him  ]     ;     congratulations on surviving the parapet, cadet  NIKOLAI MONROE, and welcome to the riders quadrant  !  at  TWENTY SIX  years old, you should know exactly what it takes to make it to graduation, especially being so  PERSISTENT  and  FORMIDABLE. though, i do suppose your tendencies to be  OVERCONFIDENT  and  FLIPPANT  may make it hard to survive until threshing. other cadets say you remind them of  a stubborn act of defiance in the face of leadership, a tongue as sharp as one’s wit, and the dark swirl of a relic along your arm marking you for a parent’s actions, but we’ll have to see how true that is. remember: if you want a dragon — earn one.   ╱   andie,  24,  she/her,  est.

BASICS.

full  name.  nikolai tynan monroe  .

age.  twenty  six .

abilities.  none, yet .

residence.  riders  quadrant .

status.  single ;   unattached .

parents.  michiel monroe ( father, deceased ) & kendra monroe ( mother, deceased )  .

siblings.  twin brother  .

dragon.  none, yet .

languages  spoken.   the common tongue .

allegiance.  riders  quadrant .

APPEARANCE.

hair.   black, curly and always mildly disheveled .

eyes.   dark brown .

height.   six foot three  .

scars.  none of note .

relics.   the swirling, dark black rebellion relic that covers from his right wrist all the way up his right arm to just under his jaw .

MISCELLANEOUS.

position. first year cadet .

strengths.   persistent, formidable, perceptive .  

weaknesses.   overconfident, flippant, enigmatic .

aesthetic.   a stubborn act of defiance in the face of leadership, a tongue as sharp as one’s wit, and the dark swirl of a relic along your arm marking you for a parent’s actions .

BIOGRAPHY.

your parents had never truly been inclined to have children, or so its what they'd told anyone who dared to ask. how could they want to bring children into a land that could not support them, or a king that did not extend the same kindnesses he boasted of ? how could they ? and yet they did, your mother falling pregnant with not one child but two. and you had to wonder if she'd come to resent you for it, for the strain it put on her slow defiance against the crown. you and your brother grow up inseparable, perhaps because it was more difficult to discern between you apart than it was when you were together. or maybe in spite of that fact. but he is your other half, and trouble so often came in pairs, when you two were involved, not that you would have it any other way. you are barely the age of conscription when the rebellion reaches its head, when your uncertainty toward the rest of navarre bleeds to distrust into flat out loathing. you're old enough to understand your mother's motives, to see why she fought so hard for her family, for your people. and they force you to watch when they kill her for it. loyalty is a cherished trait, only so long as your loyalty is to the right person. and then you are marked with that damning relic, the one that ensures everyone knows that your mother had been nothing more than a traitor. you are nothing more than the son of a traitor, a traitor by association and until the day you die. it's why you wait until the very last year, the last possible moment, to conscribe, to join the ranks of the people who tore apart your family. to be forced to give your life for a cause you don't believe in. they expect you to die in there, but you're about to show them just how capable you are of living.

[crowths]

YOU WERE A GOOD PERSON AND YOU DID NOTHING WRONG. BUT TRAGEDY DOESN'T CARE ABOUT THAT.

✧   ⸻   [  oliver jackson-cohen,  cis-male,  he/him  ]     ;     oh, there you are, professor MATTHIAS KRAUSZ ! isn’t your HISTORY class supposed to be starting soon ? at THIRTY SIX years old, and with the notable signet of CHLOROKINESIS, you’re a real master at what you do. hopefully your female GREEN DAGGERTAIL dragon, NETTA, doesn’t mind biding their time while you’re busy with classes throughout the day. the cadets and the riders really enjoy your MAGNANIMOUS and BENEVOLENT tendencies, but the other staff members know just how VINDICTIVE and ERRATIC you can really be. some say you remind them of the sun never setting on a war never ending,  you did something terrible because you could,  a weight digging grooves into your shoulders, but it’s hard to say for certain.   ╱   nimah,  24,  they/them,  nzst.

every man i write is sad and tragic and this is your forewarning.

matthias was from a family of rebels but frankly, too much of a loser to join them. something something coward complex, fear of history vs hatred of monarchy.

(mamma mia voice) the history book on the shelf is always repeating itself

briefly served time in the infantry and frankly, hated every moment of it. went for The Most Passive dragon known to humankind. eventually left with permission to become a teacher in his hometown until the civil war properly broke out.

continuously avoided anything to do with said rebellion until soldiers showed up on his doorstep to accuse him of being part of the rebellion and in an act of cowardice (absolute self-preservation) dropped his cousins name to get out of being executed which lead to a domino effect of everyone in his immediate and parts of extended family, being executed for rebellion.

for his participation in assisting in finding rebels, matthias was offered a cushy job as the history professor at basgiath.

wanted connections: begging for someone who happens to be from the same town/area as him and knows what he did!!!! accuse this man of killing his family i am begging. friends, slow-burn, begging for a good mentor-mentee with a student give him one moment of feeling like a good person.

[hcmlck]

 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. 

[crimswords]

✧      ⸻      [    kieron  moore,    cis  male,    he/him]          ;          welcome  back  to  the  rider’s  quadrant,  DONNACHA  BRADLEY,  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  CRYOKINESIS,  and  your  proclivity  for  being  STEADFAST  and  CUNNING  that  let  you  get  this  far.  i  see  you’re  just  as  INTENSE  and  JUDGEMENTAL  as  you  were  before,  rider.  your  dragon  is  the  female,  ORANGE  SWORDTAIL  dragon  named  EIMEAR,  right  ?  rumor  among  the  riders  is  that  you  remind  them  of  the  first  frost  of  the  winter  stuck  in  your  hair,  the  crackle  of  a  fire,  and  yellowed  vintage  maps,  but  who  takes  stock  in  that  ?  do  try  to  stay  in  line,  won’t  you  ?      ╱

OVERVIEW  ;   full  name:  donnacha  joseph  bradley nickname(s):  don  (  only  those  who  are  close  to  him  )   age:  twenty-five sexuality:  bisexual   family:  tadhg  bradley  (  father  ),  charlotte  bradley  (  mother  ),  sister  (  wanted  connection  )   occupation:  wingleader  for  the  second  wing,  dragon  rider signet:  cryokinesis  (  ability  to  control  and  create  ice/cold  temperatures  )  bonded  dragon:  orange  swordtail  eimear

PHYSICAL  ;   face  claim:  kieron  moore height:  6'1   eye  color:  hazel   hair  color:  brown tattoos:  fine  line,  geometry,  see  pinterest

PERSONALITY  ;   positive  traits:  steadfast,  cunning,  determined negative  traits:  intense,  judgemental,  arrogant character  parallels:  matthias  helvar  (  six  of  crows  ),  alexander  lightwood  (  shadowhunters  ),  damon  salvatore  (  the  vampire  diaries  )  

BRIEF  HISTORY  ;  

born  as  the  first  and  only  son  to  the  bradley  family,  donnacha  has  always  had  high  expectations  placed  upon  him

he  comes  from  a  family  of  dragon  riders,  all  high  in  rank,  did  absurdly  well  in  their  first  years  and  created  a  reputation  for  the  bradley  family

so  when  it  was  his  turn  to  join  the  quadrant,  donnacha  refused  to  disappoint

he  crossed  the  parapet  in  almost  record  time,  succeeded  in  all  challenges  and  classes,  and  managed  to  bond  with  one  of  the  most  finicky  dragons.  

he  also  was  known  to  be  ruthless,  he  never  actually  k  worded  anyone,  but  he  got  very  close  (  instructors  told  them  all  to  tap  out  )

so  going  into  his  second  year,  he  tried  even  harder.  he  was  a  total  teacher's  pet  but  not  in  an  annoying  way.  he  was  for  sure  one  of  the  favorites.  

that  all  led  to  him  being  a  wingleader  in  his  third  year  in  second  wing

as  a  wingleader,  he's  not  super  uptight,  but  when  it's  time  for  formation  he  expects  the  very  best  out  of  his  people.  he  trusts  his  squad  leaders  to  do  what  they  should  be  (  if  don  gets  involved  a  lot  of  the  times  it's  because  someone  fucked  up  somewhere  )  

TLDR  ;  

donnacha  is  a  legacy  dragon  rider  who's  second  wing's  wingleader.  he  can  be  ruthless  in  any  sparring/battlefield  environment.  he's  not  a  very  warm  person  that  has  lots  of  layers  (  shrek  basically  ).  

WANTED  CONNECTIONS  ;  

people  that  he  knows  from  first  year:  i  imagine  this  group  is  very  close  because  they've  all  made  it  this  far.  don  leans  on  them  for  a  lot  of  support  sometimes  !  

people  that  he  may/may  not  have  made  enemies  with:  this  could  be  from  any  year,  but  i  can  see  the  most  being  from  first  year

hookups:  don  doesn't  have  a  lot  of  these,  but  they  may  have  had  a  one  night  stand  in  the  past.  they  can  either  be  chill  or  awkward  !  

second  wing:  these  people  are  HIS  people.  he  would  quite  literally  d*e  for  them

first  years:  maybe  these  people  are  new  and  see  him  and  look  up  to  him ?  he's  gonna  be  a  dick  at  first  sorry

his  sister:  this  is  my  formal  request  for  someone  to  take  up  his  sister  frfr

[wickedgamcs]

✧   ⸻   [  mason gooding,  cis male,  he/him  ]     ;     congratulations on surviving the parapet, cadet hendrix garrison, and welcome to the rider’s quadrant ! at twenty-three years old, you should know exactly what it takes to make it to graduation, especially being so poised and ruthless. though, i do suppose your tendencies to be impulsive and fickle may make it hard to survive until threshing. other cadets say you remind them of training till you can’t feel your body anymore, rising early to make sure you beat out the competition and a smile that doesn’t ever quite reach your face, but we’ll have to see how true that is. remember: if you want a dragon — earn one.  

THE BASIC NEED TO KNOWS:

full  name: hendrix baleford garrison

age: twenty-three.

height: 6'2

sexuality: pansexual & single.

parents: majors in the navarrian army.

siblings: a deceased older brother.

role: first year

dragon: not yet earned.

negative traits: whoopsied people from existence even before he had crossed the parapet in *training*, has no moral compass and loves having an underdog to pick on, mommy & daddy issues, doesn't believe that just anyone should have the right to earn a dragon.

positive traits: will not break the codex, respects dragons above all else, once he's picked a person will defend till forever, is rather charismatic when needed.

A SHORT INTRO:

two sons, two chances at success, when the first was a failure and didn't make it past the gauntlet let alone to threshing, the weight was placed on hendrix to continue to family name.

was raised as a career rider, no doubt in anyones mind he will be the top of each class.

sometime around his early teens he realises that his parents love is conditional on his achievement, it's a sport to them and he get's nasty for the first time in his life.

it's his first 'accident' in training that really get's him though when he comes home bloodied and bruised and he can see that his parents are prouder of him than they have ever been.

when his time came to entre the riders quadrant he knew the message without it being said, come home a rider or don't come home at all.

each cadet he has to take down is just another notch on his untraditional bed post and why should be apologise for being a monster? no one every apologised for making him one.

inspired by: cato ( thg), draco malfoy, eric ( divergent. )

[azragulse]

✧   ⸻   [  melisa asli pamuk,  cis female,  she/her  ]     ;     staying safe at your post in the eastern wing, aren’t you, AZRA GULSE ? though i would think that being a THIRTY TWO YEAR OLD CAPTAIN with the signet of TRACKING SENSE makes that a pretty easy task. i’m sure it helps that damryr, your female ORANGE SWORDTAIL dragon, is doing their duty patrolling our borders ! the other riders stationed at your post say you’re FORTHRIGHT and UNRELENTING traits are a real benefit, but the fact that you’re so VICIOUS and FICKLE is a real pain in the ass. does anyone else think you’re reminiscent of a wild laugh lost in the wind ; the tide breaking against rocks ; dragon claws brushing against skin or is it just that dragon of yours ? nonetheless, stay vigilant and stay alive.  

BASICS.

FULL NAME: azra gulse.

AGE: thirty two.  

PLACE OF BIRTH: navarre.

GENDER: cis female.

PRONOUNS: she/her.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: demiromantic bisexual. 

FAMILY: arda & jale gulse (parents). two unnamed younger siblings and nadir gulse.

PROFESSION: captain of the eastern wing.

SIGNET: sensory tracking

DRAGON: damryr, an orange swordtail.

INTRO.

eldest of four siblings born to a pair of dragon riders, azra always knew her fate was in the skies. being the eldest meant pressure was always high not only to succeed, but exceed. all eyes were on her to see what the next generation of gulse children would bring. azra is loyal to her family, but she is far from a nurturing older sister. her way of showing love was to teach her younger siblings to swim — by throwing them in the open ocean to see if they will sink or swim. contrary to what they might tell you, azra wasn't actually going to let them drown. probably. it was funny watching, though. and hey, they all survived so no harm done. the way azra sees it, she did them a favour. the world isn't a kind place, and coddling them will only hold her siblings back.

being the first born is a heavy responsibility, but aza thrives under the pressure. never content to be average, azra did whatever it took to rise the ranks of the riders quadrant. if that meant lying, cheating, or fighting dirty, then azra had no qualms about doing it. there is a bone deep, insatiable hunger in azra and she won't stop until she is finally satisfied. the ends justify the means and if they don't justify the means? well the means were fun so who really cares! her loyalty is first and foremost to her own and her family's survival with little consideration for others.

conscribed at age 22, because there was no way azra was going to let any of her younger siblings conscribe before her; and joined the army right after graduation because war is kind of fun? azra cares little for the moral or political justification for war, its more like look, more little people to play games with! (the game being killing/outsmarting/winning). again, ruthlessly focused on rising the ranks and is now a captain in the eastern wing. despite her fickle nature, it is a position azra takes seriously as much as she views war like a game.

bonded to a temperamental orange swordtail that burnt at least three cadets to a crisp before choosing azra. she'd 'accidentally' pushed a fellow cadet into dragon fire, piquing damryr's interest. azra developed her signet power fairly quickly. if it was too much too soon, well damryr cared little for the difference between humans. annoying, but azra could be replaced. it was a test of azra's strength, which thankfully she passed. after a decade of being bonded, azra and damryr have become quite the vicious team, known for their ruthlessness and unwillingness to leave a fight until their enemy is destroyed. you wont see them settling for surrender.

coming from a family of predators, it made sense that her signet would be sensory tracking — there is rarely a person or thing she cannot locate, making her a valuable asset to the army. she enjoys the hunt as much as she enjoys toying with her prey.

kind of chaotic feral vibes in a can and will cut your throat but in a Looks Good While Doing It way

competitive, challenging and opinionated, azra isn't afraid to say exactly what she means. bloodthirsty and vicious, azra mirrors her dragon in being temperamental, although she's not as grumpy. the cadets are fun little toys to mess with for her own amusement and has probably tried to scare a few for fun.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

ARMY COLLEAGUES: azra is a captain on the eastern wing so any fellow army people. direct reports, superiors, competitors, etc. i imagine there's a mix of people she'd love to burn to a crisp, and others she's almost friendly with or they work really well together and often pair up for missions and things. maybe someone bitter/jealous she's a captain or believes she's the worst possible person to be a captain (too bloodthirsty?)

GRADUATE CLASS: azra joined the riders quadrant around 11 years ago, so anyone who was at school with her. rivals for commanding positions, frenemies. also teachers who remember her - could love her, hate her, whatever.

TRACKING EVADER: azra's signet is sensory tracking, and I think she'd enjoy testing her ability on someone whose ability is the opposite - its a test of their individual strengths who ends up winning out. also, this goes for anyone really down to play tracking games with azra. gonna keep those skills sharp.

MENTOR/MENTEE: tbh funny if azra takes someone under her wing and corrupts them a little. equally funny if someone worse than azra does the same to her, and they're just a terrible awful combination.

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS: but like. without the friends bit. just the benefits. here for a fun time but not looking for anything more.

[professor-trevelyan]

✧   ⸻   [  jonathan bailey,  cis man,  he/him  ]     ;     oh, there you are, professor KYLER TREVELYAN! isn’t your DRAGONKIND class supposed to be starting soon ? at THIRTY FIVE years old, and with the notable signet of HYDROKINESIS, you’re a real master at what you do. hopefully your male, GREEN DAGGERTAIL dragon, RYGOR, doesn’t mind biding their time while you’re busy with classes throughout the day. the cadets and the riders really enjoy your COMPASSIONATE and PATIENT tendencies, but the other staff members know just how PARANOID and CYNICAL you can really be. some say you remind them of hot tea with a hint of vanilla & a dash of cinnamon, scars lining his body baring the proof of a long & rigorous journey, and sophisticated attire more suited for balls than war, but it’s hard to say for certain.

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(tw: death mention)

~The Basics~

Full Name: Kyler Alain Trevelyan Nickname(s): Trevelyan, Professor Age: 35 Date of Birth: March 13th Home: Navarre Current Location: Basgiath War College Gender: Cis Male Pronouns: He/Him Orientation: Homosexual Ranking: Staff - Dragonkind Professor Dragon: Rygor - Green Daggertail (male)

~The Appearance~

Face Claim: Jonathan Bailey Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Height: 6′0″ Weight: 173lbs Build: Athletic Piercings: Has a Helix on his right ear and a basic lobe piercing on his left ear Distinguishing Characteristics: Various scars among parts of his entire body

~The Signet~

Signet: Hydrokinesis: The user can create, shape, and manipulate water.

~The Capabilities~

Greater Techniques - (More strenuous on Kyler, therefore, the more exertion on Rygor. Used in moderation and situational.)

Water Wall: Can create walls of water from nothing or by shaping a source of existing water. He can shape these walls into any form, but often remain unchanging and immobile afterwards. Tidal Wave: Can call forth huge waves to crash down on his targets, washing everything and sometimes everyone away in a powerful torrent. Drowning: Can drown almost anything within a sphere of extreme amounts of water. This can include parts of an object or body and in dire situations; the person as a whole.

Lesser Techniques - (Other than the basics and general manipulation of water. Requires less exertion from Kyler and Rygor, though continuous use over time will eventually lead to both tiring out.)

Omnidirectional Waves: Can release minor omnidirectional waves at once in a wide area to dispatch many foes. Water Cutting: Can manipulate water to cut and/or pierce objects or persons. Water Beam: Can control and project water in a compressed state. Then if necessary, can manipulate the beam to scatter into smaller ones.

Weaknesses

*The distance, precision, and mass depends on his knowledge, skill, and strength of the power's natural limitations. *Controlling and manipulating bodies of water over an extended and excessive period of time can and will become dangerously exhausting. *May be unable to create water in a given area if dry, therefore being limited to controlling from already existing sources of water.

~The Biography~

1. The eldest of the Trevelyan boys which obviously makes him the first of his siblings to graduate from the school as a rider. When Kyler was thirty, his middle brother failed to bond with a dragon, resulting in his untimely demise. This infuriated Kyler since time and time again he had prepped and forewarned his brother. After all, he himself had endured his own excruciating training and studies. This is something Kyler holds himself responsible for given he'd been appointed the sole caretake of his brothers after their parent's mysterious deaths. 2. (Wanted Connection) With his younger and now, only brother entering the school as a cadet, Kyler did not hesitate at the opportunity to take up a position amongst the school's staff to better knowledge all those following in whoever's footsteps and whatever drives them, while also taking this is a way to keep an extremely closer eye on his brother. Kyler has had so much lose over the course of his life; he cannot lose the only thing keeping him going. 3. Although he's taken charge of teaching Dragonkind, Kyler is quite literally the epitome of 'don't judge a book by its cover'. Though he had been deemed more of a lover than a fighter by his old class and squad mates, he can and will fuck you up. There is a slight pleasure found in proving those whom underestimate quite wrong.4. Has done about everything it took to get this far given that survival is not guaranteed. A lesson Kyler has learned in more ways than one and he's hoping to push those lessons through his teachings. Eventually his students will learn, whether they take his words to heart or on their own accord will be theirs to decide. He can only hope to nudge them in the right direction.

[deathendured]

✧    ⸻   [   evan roderick,  cis man,  he / him   ]     ;     welcome back to the riders quadrant,  AEDRYN SOPHMIR, we’re so glad to see you’ve survived for your  THIRD YEAR  !  you may be  TWENTY SIX  years old, but it’s your signet of  DEATH SENSE, and your proclivity for being  SHREWD  and  FLIRTATIOUS, that let you get this far. i see you’re just as  GUARDED  and  OBSTINATE  as you were before, rider. your dragon is the  female,  BLUE CLUBTAIL  dragon named  YLDRI, right  ?  rumor among the riders is that you remind them of  gloves made of dragon scales always worn on your hands, a charmed smile offered to anyone who may fall prey, & a crown that is your birthright as much as it is a death sentence, but who takes stock in that  ?  do try to stay in line, won’t you  ?    ╱    andie,  24,  she / her,  est.

BASICS.

full  name.  aedryn callum sophmir .

age.  twenty  six .

abilities.  death sense ; a tactile ability, he has the ability to touch a person and see how they're going to die, requires skin to skin and active channeling but he wears gloves to prevent it anyway .

residence.  riders  quadrant .

status.  single ;   unattached .

parents.  king oisin sophmir ( father ) & queen nerida sophmir ( mother ) .

siblings.  rian sophmir ( older brother, deceased ) .

dragon.  yldriaenoch ' yldri ' ; a female blue clubtail, as loyal as she is fierce, and every bit a dragon equipped for war, she very strong, which means that when he channels his signet it can be overwhelming .

languages  spoken.   the common tongue .

allegiance.  riders  quadrant .

APPEARANCE.

hair.   sandy blonde, sheered short on the sides but longer on top, always pushed back .

eyes.   light blue .

height.   six foot one .

scars.  minor ones scattered along his arms from sparring practice and years of training, but all inconsequential .

relics.   a blue dragon that snakes around his right bicep .

MISCELLANEOUS.

position. third year, section leader ( first wing, flame section ) .

strengths.   shrewd, flirtatious, composed, debonair .  

weaknesses.   guarded, obstinate, trouble - seeking .

aesthetic.   gloves made of dragon scales always worn on your hands, a charmed smile offered to anyone who may fall prey, & a crown that is your birthright as much as it is a death sentence .

BIOGRAPHY.

you are not the first born, and the crown you are born to wear is that of the spare. the back - up plan, should something ever happen to your brother. you spend half of your life praying to zihnal, the god of luck, that nothing ever does. but luck has never quite been on your side, now has it ? for years it is, of course, and your childhood is all propriety and life among the finest of navarre's forces. your father was a rider, like his father before him, and so of course it's expected for you and your brother to follow in his footsteps. you are no stranger to the rebellion, to conversations you should not be privy too and yet you are, and you watch it all unfolds like a tragedy you cannot tear your eyes away from. your brother is three years your senior, and he is a third year when the rebellion peaks, more aware of what goes on in battle brief than your father dares to let you overhear. he is a third year that is called battle; a rider, a prince, that dies in it. you become a cadet in the riders quadrant the next year with a newfound weight upon your shoulders. now, surviving the quadrant isn't just a hope, it is a necessity. your parents bore no other heirs, and the future of the kingdom relies on your ability to graduate from the very place that ripped your life upside down. expectation you have no choice but to succeed in. you've spent your whole life training for this, so it's no wonder that you come to succeed in the quadrant; undefeated on the sparring mat, one of the fastest times on the gauntlet. you don't just survive, you excel, you channel all that grief you have no way to tap into and it drives you on. perhaps it's why yldri chooses you on threshing, the way she sees the power that you are born with, the power you could hold for the future. your peers earn signets powerful in battle, brutal and unyielding, and yet when yours manifests you have to wonder if the gods are punishing you when you touch the face of the lover you'd invited into your bed, when you can see the way her body crumples on the rocky face of the mountains from losing her seat on her dragon. when it comes true, three weeks later. though most of it is brought on at will, letting your walls down only proves to make it easier for the magic to flow. at the urging of your father and the wielding professor, dragon scale gloves are made for you to wear every waking hour. if you cannot touch, you cannot see. you've worn them every day since, and they've not impaired your ability to be the perfect asset to your wing. it makes you guarded, though your reputation of flirting and charming your way into the hearts and beds of many is not made impossible, either, but you never let anyone get close — you can't live with the knowing and not being able to do anything. cruel, of the gods, to give you an ability that you could've used in desperate attempt to save your brother, if only you'd conscribed sooner.

[hcmlck]

 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. 

[crimswords]

✧      ⸻      [    jonathan  daviss,    cis  male,    he/him    ]          ;          congratulations  on  surviving  the  parapet,  cadet  LUCIEN  NICHOLS,  and  welcome  to  the  rider’s  quadrant  !  at  TWENTY-THREE  years  old,  you  should  know  exactly  what  it  takes  to  make  it  to  graduation,  especially  being  so  RESILIENT  and  SELFLESS.  though,  i  do  suppose  your  tendencies  to  be  OVERANALYTICAL  and  DISTANT  may  make  it  hard  to  survive  until  threshing.  other  cadets  say  you  remind  them  of  your  heart  skipping  a  beat  when  you  miss  a  step,  talking  too  fast  when  you’re  excited,  and  love  persevering  through  grief,  but  we’ll  have  to  see  how  true  that  is.  remember:  if  you  want  a  dragon  —  earn  one.      ╱      

OVERVIEW  ;   full  name:  lucien  patrick  nichols nickname(s):  luc age:  twenty-three sexuality:  homosexual   family:  pierre  nichols  (  father  ),  evelyn  nichols  (  mother  ),  astride  nichols  (  sister  -  deceased  )occupation:  cadet,  first  year  wing:  fourth  wing,  flame  section,  first  squad signet:  unknown bonded  dragon:  unknown

PHYSICAL  ;   face  claim:  jonathan  daviss height:  5'10 eye  color:  brown hair  color:  dark  brown tattoos:  none

PERSONALITY  ;   positive  traits:  resilient,  selfless,  calculating negative  traits:  distant,  overanalytical,  doubtful character  parallels:  eddie  kaspbrak  (  it  ),  will  byers  (  stranger  things  ),  milo  thatch  (  atlantis:  the  lost  empire  )

BRIEF  HISTORY  ;  

lucien  is  the  youngest  of  two,  born  into  a  long  family  line  of  scribes.  their  family  has  always  valued  knowledge,  honesty,  and  determination.  

growing  up,  lucien  was  always  following  his  older  sister,  astride,  around.  being  only  a  year  and  some  change  apart,  they  were  inseparable  since  the  beginning.  

his  sister  was  always  the  outgoing  one,  pushing  them  both  to  the  limits  and  doing  things  that  would  have  given  their  parents  a  heart  attack

lucien  would  never  do  these  things  alone,  but  with  astride  by  his  side,  he  felt  invincible  

with  his  sister's  attitudes  and  overall  nature,  the  family  shouldn't  have  been  surprised  when  she  said  she  wouldn't  go  into  the  scribe  quadrant  and  instead  was  going  into  the  rider's  quadrant

it  was  nerve  wracking  to  say  the  least,  not  being  able  to  hear  from  the  person  he  thought  was  his  other  half.  she  even  almost  made  it  to  the  threshing.  but  the  day  before  her  name  was  called  as  they  all  mourned.  

none  of  the  family  knows  exactly  what  happened,  but  since  lucien  is  here  now,  he's  going  to  try  to  see  if  he  can  find  anyone  who  knows  what  exactly  happened.

now,  as  a  cadet,  lucien  has  no  idea  how  he  made  it.  he  almost  fell  off  the  parapet  so  many  times,  stumbled  to  the  ground  as  he  finished.

he's  also  a  staunch  rule  follower,  has  memorized  the  codex  word  for  word  at  this  point  and  is  working  on  the  types  of  dragons  next.  

he's  not  the  most  physically  fit,  nor  is  he  good  at  fighting,  but  his  intellect  is  most  likely  what's  going  to  help  him  get  farther  into  the  program.  

TLDR  ;  

a  ball  of  anxiety  who  only  joined  the  cadets  to  find  out  what  happened  to  his  sister.  he's  incredibly  intelligent  (  beetee  from  thg  tbh  )  but  he's  also  so  so  awkward.  doesn't  know  what  he  got  himself  into.  

WANTED  CONNECTIONS  ;  

friends  from  home:  maybe  these  people  were  also  around  scribes  a  lot  ?  lucien  spent  so  much  time  there,  people  probs  know  of  him

enemies:  people  in  his  squad  that  may  think  he's  the  weakest  link  !  give  me  the  pain  

allies:  they  don't  necessarily  have  to  be  in  the  same  squad/wing,  but  they  partially  feel  bad  for  lucien,  so  they're  going  to  help  him  out

crushes:  lucien  is  gay,  so  he'll  go  full  panic  mode  when  everyone's  sparring  and  they're  all  so  attractive.  (  he's  also  never  been  kissed  so  ...  marinate  on  that  ;)  )

[hcmlck]

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. 

[wickedgamcs]

✧ ⸻ [ michael b jordan , cismale , cismale ] ; oh, there you are, professor major rowan eaton ! isn’t your battle brief class supposed to be starting soon ? at thirty five years old, and with the notable signet of umbrakinesis ( shadow manipulation. ) , you’re a real master at what you do. hopefully your female red + scorpiontail dragon, dorcha, doesn’t mind biding their time while you’re busy with classes throughout the day. the cadets and the riders really enjoy your boystrus and personable tendencies, but the other staff members know just how arrogant and vindictive you can really be. some say you remind them of the smell of scorched students where your dragon lost her temper, knuckles that are always bruised or scuffed and the dagger that they’ve never seen leave your thigh, but it’s hard to say for certain. ╱

THE BASIC NEED TO KNOWS:

full  name: rowan eaton.

age: thirty-five.

height: 6'2

sexuality: heterosexual & single.

parents: orphaned when he was young and raised by his uncle, a mender.

siblings: two sisters, one scribe, one fellow dragon rider.

role: major stationed within the western wing & battlefield teacher.

dragon: rowan is bonded to a red, scorpiontail dragon named dorcha, he is her first ever rider but she is one of the biggest red's known to date.

negative traits: actively makes no apology for how many cadets his dragon has killed in the years he's worked at the college, can hold a mean grudge when he has decided that he doesn't like someone, a tendency to live in the glory days of his more active service, plays favorites.

positive traits: will not withhold the truth from students if they need it, likes a more hands on learning approach, is a firm believer in he who decides the outcome should wield the sword.

A SHORT INTRO:

rowan was an orphan from his third year of life when his father, a dragon rider, died and his mother had already passed when giving birth to his sister.

he was taken in by his uncle and he was raised to be a dragon rider, to bring back some glory to the family name, he was trained from just five years old how to bare the weight of a leader if he could take it.

was the top of all of his classes when he attended basgiath and no one was surprised when the nastiest dragon picked him to bond with.

spend several years on the front line in active service, being a huge part of the efforts in the war before he was called to teach battle brief after he failed to follow an order and it was decided his ego needed to be some what humbled.

has always felt like he belongs on a dragon, was never meant to walk, only fly.

he sometimes feels that everything is too serious and will actively try to lighten the mood but the next day will be just as willing to snap a cadets neck if he has decided he doesn't like them that day.

inspired by: ned stark, legolass & eragon.

[wickedgamcs]

✧   ⸻   [  ivana baquero,  cisfemale,  she/her  ]     ;     congratulations on surviving the parapet, cadet eliana windward, 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 persistent and loyal. though, i do suppose your tendencies to be conceited and cowardly may make it hard to survive until threshing. other cadets say you remind them of, smart mouth comments like you’re just asking to get yourself in trouble, a bound notepad hidden away in the dorms and fire consumed eyes that have seen more than they should, but we’ll have to see how true that is. remember: if you want a dragon — earn one. *repeating first year.

THE BASIC NEED TO KNOWS:

full  name: eliana windward

age: twenty-four.

height: 5'5

sexuality: heterosexual & single.

parents: captain lucian windward & lieutenant rosetta windward, rebal separatists.

siblings: one older brother, he died on the parapet two years before she crossed it herself.

role: first year ( second year repeat. )

dragon: not yet earned.

negative traits: mistrusts absolutely everyone even if they have proven themselves, will not take no for an answer if she wants something, barely sleeps and is very annoying to share a bunk with given her fidgeting.

positive traits: extremely talented in hand to hand combat, is always willing to volunteer for the less glamorous jobs because it means more alone time for her, has an uncanny memory when it comes to names and dates.

A SHORT INTRO:

born to people who believed in more than what they had, eliana windward was a rebels daughter before she knew what it meant, and was given no choice but the join the riders quadrant and fight to survive.

eli did everything right, she passed every test, aced every challenge, even when the other cadets made it hard, even when professors stared at the marks crawling up the back of her shoulder and onto her neck, she fought to be the best.

eliana made it all the way to the threshing but walked out unbonded, no one could say why, everyone, even the doubters had expected her to become a rider but there was nothing more than a few uninterested gruffs sent her way from the dragons

several students were quick to assume no dragon wanting her meant she was a threat to the vale as a rebels child, but given she walked away in one piece it was decided she would be given the same chance as every other second year and get to repeat.

is starting all over, and is very very mad about it, will trust no one, make no friends ( or at least try. ), and is pushing everyone away because she feels unworthy, even if shes got a chance to prove otherwise.

inspired by: katniss everdeen, clary fairchild, sawyer from the fourth wing.

[wickedgamcs]

✧ ⸻ [ alycia debnam-carey, cisfemale, she/her ] ; welcome back to the rider’s quadrant, lyra malse, 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 acoustokinesis ( sound manipulation ) , and your proclivity for being intuitive and observent, that let you get this far. i see you’re just as hypocritical and deceitful as you were before, rider. your dragon is the male , blue + daggertail dragon named samhach, right ? rumor among the riders is that you remind them of noises that can’t be explained but they definitely heard, braids that shine in the sun like they’re real crowns and accidents that leave you with more than scraped knees, but who takes stock in that ? do try to stay in line, won’t you ?

THE BASIC NEED TO KNOWS:

full  name: lyra auriel malse.

age: twenty-five.

height: 5'8

sexuality: bisexual & single.

parents: scribes, nameless to anyone that asks ( jasper & auriel malse.)

siblings: none.

role: section leader, third wing. has just been promoted from squad leader.

dragon: a male blue daggertail, named samhach ( meaning quiet.) samhach has had two previous riders before lyra and was unbonded for around twenty years.

relic: a smaller looking blue dragon at the bottom of her spine, his tale sitting at the top of her bum, surrounded by a halo the dragon appears to be bowing - visual.

negative traits: hates the sound of anyone eating, any repetitive sound really and supposed to or not she will mute you. is horrific before coffee, always seems to be wearing the same thing but has lots of the same clothes, double standards on loyalty.

positive traits: will protect anyone she decides is worth it, even to the death, depending on who you ask she's rather lenient with the codex if she's decided it's for the greater good. can source just about anything, will remove noise for anyone to get a really good nights sleep.

A SHORT INTRO:

born to two scribes there was not a single person that expected lyra to walk her way towards the riders quadrant and face the parapet without a single ounce of training in her. whilst she had height for a girl, she had no muscle mass, no balance and no one that was going to be looking for her to succeed.

she did however, making one of the first bonds in her threshing year, just third to land on the fighting field as her blue daggertail chose her.

her manifestation was no surprise to anyone and came about mid challenge day when suddenly, everyone was silent after the noise got to much for her and she drew every piece of sound she could cling to and threw it away.

no longer speaks to her parents given her choice, but wouldn't change it, she's quiet and sometimes impatient with a lot of people, but she was born to be a rider and she's a damn good one.

is a newly appointed section leader, trying not to let power go to her head, but she really does have natural leadership skills no one ever thought to test in her.

inspired by: clarke griffin, tris prior & hermionie grainger.

[hcmlck]

 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. 

[deathendured]

✧    ⸻   [   aslihan malbora,  cis woman,  she / her   ]     ;     welcome back to the riders quadrant,  MELODI SUNAY, we’re so glad to see you’ve survived for your  SECOND YEAR  !  you may be  TWENTY FOUR  years old, but it’s your signet of  TEMPESTAKINESIS, and your proclivity for  being  ATTENTIVE  and  HARD WORKING, that let you get this far. i see you’re just as  BULL - HEADED  and  ARGUMENTATIVE  as you were before, rider. your dragon is the  male,  RED DAGGERTAIL  dragon named  MYRSAVIK, right  ?  rumor among the riders is that you remind them of  dark curls always braided out of one’s face, the end of a dagger sinking into the bullseye of the target, & the howl of wind as rain pelts against the windows, but who takes stock in that  ?  do try to stay in line, won’t you  ?    ╱   andie,  24,  she/her,  est.

BASICS.

full  name.  melodi aylin sunay .

age.  twenty  four .

abilities.  tempestakinesis ; the ability to manifest and control storms, including various parts of them ( i.e. winds, rain, thunder & lightning ) & intensity .

residence.  riders  quadrant .

status.  single ;   unattached .

parents.  major harun sunay ( father ) & halide sunay ( mother, deceased ) .

siblings.  a younger sister .

dragon.  myrsavik ' myr ' ; a male, red daggertail who is the pinnacle of an aggressive red, a relatively younger dragon who has had no riders previous to melodi and as such, is incredibly protective and fierce .

languages  spoken.   the common tongue .

allegiance.  riders  quadrant .

APPEARANCE.

hair.  dark brown, cut in a bob just above her shoulders with the top often braided into two french braids .

eyes.   a stormy gray color .

height.   five foot six .

scars.  a thin, nearly invisible scar along her right cheek from myr's tail during threshing ; a jagged scar on her left hip from a first year mat challenge .

relics.   a red dragon on her left shoulder blade, the tail curling just under her breast and tip pointing towards her heart .

MISCELLANEOUS.

position. second year, squad leader ( fourth wing, flame section, first squad ) .

strengths.   attentive, hard - working, quick - footed, logical .  

weaknesses.   bull - headed, argumentative, short - tempered, impatient .

aesthetic.  dark curls always braided out of one’s face, the end of a dagger sinking into the bullseye of the target, & the howl of wind as rain pelts against the windows .

BIOGRAPHY.

trigger warnings for : abuse mention ( physical & emotional ) . anger and beauty so often go hand in hand, even the deadliest things can become the most revered. and you have held anger inside you from the day you were born, a daughter born in place of a son — unwanted, a piece of a puzzle that never quite fit in your father's master plan. a plan you were certainly never privy to, though he always acted like you should be able to read his mind. he'd enjoy that, wouldn't he ? if you were an inntinnsic ? because then you'd be dead. you are your father's punching bag for years, more verbal than he ever was physical, though he was more inclined to raise his hand when there was alcohol in his veins. which grew more and more often when the illness finally claimed your mother. you would take it all unflinchingly, if it meant he never turned that anger towards your younger sister. it's why you'd been loathe for your conscription day to come around, loathe and yet you couldn't will your feet to move towards the riders quadrant line fast enough. just one year, you'd promised your sister — if she could survive one more year before conscribing, lay low and keep to her studies, she could slip into the scribe quadrant, or join the healers, and have some semblance of peace. you are average height among the other cadets, but still slight in comparison, and you have to work a little harder to earn your position in the wing. you are not inherently aggressive, no that anger has always been coiled inside you like the fire in a dragon's belly. perhaps it's why, when you succeed up the gauntlet and survive presentation, a dragon that carries just as much anger as you, chooses you. the youngest on the field, no previous riders, and a tendency to lash that damned daggertail around. it's how you earn your second scar of the year. and when your signet manifests, a storm that wails at your windows and electrifies every nerve in your body like a lightning strike ; thunder so loud it drowns out every thought. it rages in ways you have never allowed yourself to, and perhaps that's why you are the storm. storms are angry, and powerful, and devastation is plenty beautiful, too. so be devastating, little storm, for the wind is always in your favor.