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Ramzam	Apr 21 2009, 06:21 PM
Everybody's Favorite DDR Posts: 832 Group: Moderators Member #4 Joined: December 16, 2006	Plot Yazune’s known world is lush and picturesque to the very last grain of dried dirt. Amidst this beauty tread a great many creatures, whether they have the capacity to be considered, “civilized,” by our own standards or are the simple life about us that we exploit. A world where adventure abounds in unexplored regions, colorful peoples, and grandeur awaits. The typical setting of your over-used fantasy role-play. Speaking of adventure, our two heroes here are real adventurers, rather than simple farm boys randomly whisked away by the winds of chance. They chose this life for average reasons. Not to save the world from any threat, but to see what they could see and enjoy the freedom of having no true home. Their goal is to admire this beautiful world. Rules .1. Follow all the standard rules given out for this role-play’s host site. .2. I’ve never liked vampires and angels and demons and such, mostly because they’re way too powerful to be fair among the standards of normal characters in this specific type of role-play. .3. Most everything has already been explained in the standard rules. If I can actually think of anything new, I’ll update. =/ Setting ??? And Quaewr’s known world The world of Yazune, obviously. Mid-northern latitudes with chilly winters and warm summers. It’s the middle of winter. Medieval-Modern cross of time periods. No guns. Sign me up! Name: Age: Gender: Race: Appearance: Personality: History: Weapons: (if any) Armor: (if any) Other: Average Post: (Apparently required.) Name: Quaewr Negrdao Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Avican (“unintelligent, speaking beast of burden”) Appearance: Quaewr is an avican with glossy fur and a tall bipedal stature of roughly eleven and a half feet, with a quadruped shoulder height between six and seven feet. His blackened back extends to cover his arms and legs and a short distance of his tail. Darkly colored claws are located at the tips of his paws. His bright green eyes outshine his golden yellow underbelly. An off-white loincloth extends both in front of his loin and down the back of his rump, hiding the cloth that actually keeps his unmentionables well-hidden from any angle. Large and heavily built, he weighs the rough equivalent of two heavy draft horses. Personality: Being bred specifically for riding and an Oil Mouth at that, Quaewr is generally quite energetic when in good health. He flaunts an avician canter with an agile air that makes his complex movement appear acrobatic in a way and with good reason. His high pace manifests itself throughout his being in a bright-eyed, jolly, modest mood that can be almost contagious. Born in the wild, Quaewr is notably more festive in his ways than most domesticated avicans and more often than not hums old songs to break the silence that he can’t ever stand. His appreciation for beauty is a bit dated, but his affinity for strong, fragmenting colors—especially red and white—are more than subtle in his appreciation of any work. He enjoys saturation and will almost always be the life of his own party. After spending nearly his entire life to date being handled by humans, he has become somewhat dependant and easily becomes lonely, often only venturing off by himself when under particular stress. He’s come to comprehensively understand the commands he receives, but lacks the knowledge of human tongue to converse it easily. He speaks his own, just fine, though. History: Quaewr Negrdao was born in the wild shortly before being separated from what little family he had, resulting in his lack of general memory of being without humans invading his privacy all the time. When he was young and ignorant, he thwarted all attempts at any true domestication for roughly five whole years before finally being convinced by one of his own kin. By the age of seven, he was deemed mature enough to be sold for his purpose—a riding beast meant for hunters and merchants in less-than-ideal terrain. He was bought from the market by a noble in Starla as a pet for his son, who eventually lost interest in Quaewr, as if he were a toy. Dismayed by this as even the most worthless of avicans were grossly expensive to purchase and care for, mostly for their size and ability. He was sold off to a slightly less wealthy man, who in turn gave Quaewr to a relative, who then gifted the avican to his current master, Mati. At first Mati Wasn’t incredibly interested in Quaewr and was unsettled by having such an enormous beast follow them about, no matter where they went. Eventually, Mati Decided walking was overrated and used Quaewr as more than a simple pack mule, but rather as a strong-backed companion that happily did the heavy lifting for her. He’s never had to rest mid-trip since. Weapons: His obvious natural aspects and various forms of magic. Armor: None as of yet. Other: Being bred specifically for rough riding, Quaewr is very agile and his strength makes him very fast. His reflexes make any commands he receives instantaneous. Quaewr is an Oil Mouth—a breed of avican famous for its oily saliva that lights very easily. This is primarily a weapon triggered by a special, voluntarily activated organ below the tongue, allowing them to literally spit and drool fire that can be very difficult to put out. Widely used by the country’s military in all offensive operations, because of its convenience as a weapon against anything other than stone. Average Post: Not applicable to creator.
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