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Carter :: Female :: Bone Rider; Osteoclast :: Male :: Bone
Topic Started: Nov 5 2012, 07:56 PM (394 Views)
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[align=center] Count me in and I'll be the one
To take the knife out of your spine
Cause I know you'd be the first
To bury the blade deeper into mine
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Character Number- 12th (Adoption Event)

Name- Carter Valmorr

Age- 13 (+2) (Late Autumn)

Gender- Female

Sexuality- Heterosexual

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Appearance- Carter is a waif of a girl who would appear to barely be there at all were it not for her shock of white-blonde hair. For a youth just barely into her teenage years, she’s always been skinny in appearance. But due to her time in the Tainted lands, it’s gone to something beyond that, and into something that looks suspiciously like neglect. Osteoclast looks out for her as best he can (or as best he says he can), stress, strenuous living, and general poor diet have reduced Carter to a thin creature that is more skin and bone than she is substance. Dull eyes that were once a shimmering shade of dark gray are set deep within hollow sockets of her pale face. Her teeth have managed to come in somewhat straight and white behind her thin lips, and small upturned nose. To put it simply, she look like a very suiting Bone rider, and is an easily manageable passenger for Osteoclast to carry about on his back when she is allowed to do so.

Carter stands at just an inch over five feet, and hasn’t appeared to have grown at all in the time that she’s been in the Tainted lands or in the company of Osteoclast. It appears for all the world, that she has frozen in time since her acquisition of the rider’s crystal that was thrown to her from the claws of the great Mother Mycotic. Any clothing she wears is rough spun and clearly not made for someone of her frame, most likely stolen articles that she or Osteoclast have taken from others and villages that they have visited. Most of these hang off of her clearly emaciated frame like a large poncho or cloak rather than form fitting clothing, but they suit her purposes well enough.

Her hair was demanded to be roughly cut when she first bonded to Osteoclast, and since, the white-blonde strands have grown out again to a little bit beyond her bony shoulders, but still Osteoclast seems to look at it with disdain any time she starts to mess with it too much or begins to think that it gets in the way, so does he. She has begun to tie it back as frequently as she can, if only because she appreciates the idea of retaining some signs of her femininity (as her lack of good nutrition and diet has kept her from developing curves just as well as her age has).

Time in the Desolation has been harsh on her, and it is reflected in her mannerisms just as easily as it is on her skin. She has an assortment of small scars and such all over her, attained from the brambles that she and Osteoclast used to share as their first home not long after he had first hatched. She has as well, upon her left arm, a long array of three lines that are surrounded by red and white scar tissue, a gift from their ‘lesson masters’ when a crazed imp with poisoned claws assaulted her and her bonded at a lesson. The poison made her ill for days, due to the fact that she and Osteoclast were so unsure of how to treat it, though they kept the worst of it at bay for as long as they could. She also has a set of eight dots of scar tissue around her chest and stomach, attained from when she was simply plucked from the ground by a Tainted, it’s claws piercing her clothes and flesh from it’s none too delicate handling of her when it had first snatched her away.

The girl has few weapons to call her own, and even fewer that she knows how to use. A stolen steel dagger is something she keeps on her at all time, and that Osteoclast makes sure that she maintains. In accompaniment to this, she also has a medley of bone daggers that Osteo has grown himself that she can keep with her, concealed and hidden away beneath the long hem of her so called shirts.

Her crystal that binds her to Osteoclastl is a rough spire of Harlequin Quartz, kept in a small leather pouch about her neck and usually hanging beneath her baggy clothing.

Personality- Empathic, Sharp, Skittish, Taciturn, Receptive.
Carter would be considered by any proper Taint, a weakling. She doesn’t like killing, and she doesn’t like being evil, and the only reason she’s anywhere near such things is because she’s with Osteoclast. The only reason she’s anywhere near Osteoclast is because if she left him she’d be a severed soul, and most likely would get eaten by the first hungry Tainted dragon that came upon her and snapped her up. Used to a sheltered life, the introduction that she quickly got to ‘roughing it’ was put to the test when she had to take care of herself and a charge, and she’s quickly had to get over whatever squeamishness she once had of dirt, blood, filth, and so on and so forth that existed deep within the regions that belonged to the Tainted.

She’s a very skittish girl, who would rather watch things from the sidelines and let her dragon handle things instead. Unfortunately for her, her dragon would prefer to be just as discreet as she is, and use others to do things for him. Often times this usually results in him forcing her to step in and do things that are required of them both instead of standing by like she wishes she could. Carter is not suited to the life of a Tainted, and after her transition from the lands of Sekkai’s more civilized creatures and populaces, she’s basically settled into a sort of shell-shock that has shielded her mind from the worst kinds of insanity. The quick recession of Niddhogg as well, has perhaps kept her from falling into a sort of madness that her mind might use to preserve itself. Instead, she has done her best to adapt, as the threat of death quietly looms over her head if she proves to be useless to Osteoclast.

Just because she is scared witless half the time by the dragons around her, however, doesn’t mean that she’s a dull girl with no mind between her ears. She’s quite sharp and responsive to the right sorts of things, and when her mind is put to work, it works quite well. She quite enjoys working with sums and planning ahead for certain things, this has even helped her to pick apart Osteoclast rather quickly, though the dragon has realized as much. Despite this, she is often clinging too close to Osteoclast or Gytrash, and far too afraid of the world around her to utilize much of the skill of listening and learning like Osteoclast has.

She is far more friendly with Gytrash than she is with Osteoclast. Though the Cerberus is certainly quite fearsome, he has grown into the adult form that follows her and Osteoclast around showing no aggression towards her. When Osteoclast will not help her through mire and muck by allowing her to ride him, Gytrash will lend her his strong shoulders and back to perch upon, her light frame offering him little burden. She is wary of Osteoclast, as she knows that, unlike Gytrash, he holds no reason to be indebted to her. She knows that he thinks she took care of him out of simple necessity for them both, and shows more disdain and aggression towards her than she thinks is necessary. She doesn’t trust him, but she doesn’t hate him either, knowing that he will ensure her survival. As long as he thinks necessary anyway.

That latter knowledge is what is pushing Carter to adapt to the lifestyle of a Taint as fast as she, and her sanity, can handle. She went through with the lessons and with all that Osteoclast has asked of her, knowing that if she refused and was found useless, she would simply be offed as simple as a thought. Any time that Osteoclast includes her into his plots or tactics, she listens and tries her best to help him if he will allow her. She doesn’t like it, but to her, it’s better than being left to rot. She quite likes being alive.

Rank- Bone Rider

History- Carter was born within the walls of Lihn in what could be described as the upper class of society. She was nothing special within the family, the third daughter and the last in line for any possible grand lifestyle that would have been awaiting her sister or brother who had already been planned to be married off in hopes of securing higher station for their family line. Carter was simply a write off that they had produced as a measure of security should something happen to their first two heirs that would work them through the noble station. Carter understood from the get go, and from numerous snubbed explanations from her older sister, that she was useless and simply there to look pretty. She didn’t mind so much, as she wasn’t quite as fond of the lifestyle her parents placed on her sister and brother, and was more than happy to sit in the background and do what she wanted to.

She grew up this way, allowed a lot freer reign than her brother or sister who were being properly groomed for their new lives to come. She spent most of her days riding horses, reading in the archives, talking with the guards of their house-holds, or begging stories from the ladies that did their laundry in their large estate. She was quite an inquisitive soul, and those who worked around her home were more than happy to attend to the neglected child of the Valmorr family. This attention that she gained from others helped her to feel not quite as lonely, and was to her, a more preferable way to exist.

She couldn’t always escape the collar that her parents had around her, though they weren’t as tight as her brother or sister’s. She had to attend lessons to teach her how to be a proper lady, and dress in terribly tight gowns and learn how to sit straight and eat with what fork and such at the dinner parties that her parents took her to attend or threw themselves. It was a dull life, and Carter often wished that something would happen to make it terribly more exciting. She often dreamed of walking away from her family and going to meet the dragon riders of the Academy. She didn’t think she could become a rider, as that meant the military and men’s work that she knew that she hadn’t been brought up to properly handle. But it was a far off dream that she loved to visit when the day had burned hard against her.

Things did change for Carter one day, but they took a rather quick downward spiral rather than an upward curve like she would rather have hoped.

The day after the Academy had it’s females taken from the shores of the river near the Academy, Carter and her family had decided that they would take their carriage and horses to visit Carter’s aunt in the north, nestled near the mountains and a lot more out of the way than Lihn was in front of the Academy. It would be safer, they promised, than the city which would no doubt be in the way of the war path that the Academy was setting up for themselves. Carter didn’t like that her parents thought ill of the militia that protected them, but she had to agree, getting away from the town that could be as easily raided as the Academy dragons had been stolen did sound quite appealing.

An hour’s ride from their home, Carter had decided she would like to stretch her legs out of their carriage, and had decided to slip onto one of the horses that they had brought along with them in case any of the members of the carriage had wanted to do just that. Her brother and father were already on their horses ahead, not wishing to spend time in the carriage with Carter’s mother and sister, who seemed to have more complaints to give about the ride than positive comments.

A Bone dragon of the Forest variant had been lingering in the forests of Nyushi since the abduction of the females. He had planned to take one for himself as well, but hadn’t managed to dive in on time after the others had struck, and feeling rather morose was looking for some possible way to return to the legion with his head held high. What he found while skulking was rather promising, several people that could easily be considered candidates for the Hatching that was no doubt to come. This dragon, named Bisporus had come across Carter’s family who, thinking that they were heading to safety had unknowingly walked right into danger.

Before Carter even knew what had happened, her horse had been speared through by a long lance of bone, the carriage overturned, and sharp claws had roughly yanked her out of her saddle and up into the air. She could hear nothing but screaming, a loud roar, and the next thing she realized was that she was flying far, far above the tree tops and farther away from her family. She screamed herself hoarse, and Bisporus seemed to simply ignore all the cries that she threw back to her family, as she hoped in vain that some valiant Sekkain Knight would rescue her from the fate that had just befallen her.

Bisporus transferred her to his back, stating that if she tried to run or fell, he would not save her, which was more than enough incentive for her to stay clinging. When they arrived in the Desolation, the dragon kept her cached away in his cave, feeding her sporadically when he remembered that humans needed to eat more often than he did. She was set for water with the condensation that collected in a small hollow in the back of the cave that the forest used for his own needs, and for weeks she was kept in these sub-par living standards, hoping that somehow, she would be freed. She wasn’t.

When the time of the Tainted Hatching came, she was once more whisked onto Bisporus’ back and taken to stand in the muck of the Murks where the dragon eggs were to hatch into hideous beasts that they would be partnered to for the good of the legion. Trembling, Carter could only watch in terror as she was given what looked like a blood-spattered crystal, and had a Bone dragon hatch before her, stating his name and declaring her his rider.

In the following months, she was taught the skills that it would take to survive in the Tainted Lands, though it seemed that it was less practical advice and more along the lines of how to murder, kill, maim, and sow sorrow without feeling remorse. Osteoclast walked her through it all, with a patience that showed he was trying to form Carter into a weapon that he could use, rather than shatter her immediately and simply kill her off. She could be useful.

Carter learned this for herself as well, and figured it in her best interests to at least try to survive the Tainted Lands. If this meant that she would need to conform into something monstrous, then so be it. At least she would survive.

Pet(s)- Gytrash, Male Cerberus.

Watchful, Stoic, Dependable, Protective, Aggressive.

Named after a watchful beast who guards the wandering paths, Gytrash takes after his namesake. He can be a blessing or a curse to meet, and even then only to a chosen few. A massive pile of muscle and corded gristle, this beast is not something to be trifled with. His coat is dark charcoal sporting dapples and striations of silver upon his underbelly and paws. Each of his heads carries itself proudly, and each appears to think quite independently. The central head is the only oddity of the trio, the eyes being a shade of bright gold rather than a dark chocolate brown like the other two. Matching the striating patterns of his coat, the trio of tails that trail back from his spine are covered by bright silver scales. All three of these tails are quite dexterous, though they are rarely used for much.

Found as a pup nearly starved to death in the Desolation, Carter took him in and nursed him back to health, much to Osteoclast’s annoyance. Despite this, the Bone dragon knew better than to pick a fight with something that could easily fight back and maybe even win. The two have come to an understanding of sorts, but still dislike the other immensely. If there was anything that Gytrash could be called fond of, it’s Carter, and he follows her and her bonded around wherever they go. He often plays the role of guard dog when Osteoclast goes out on his own, sticking near Carter. He owes her his life and figures it’s in his best interest to return the favor by minding hers.

Other: Umbra Laena ("The Shadow Weave") - Cloak
Magical Item - Level 4 (Shadow)

A long cloak that appears to have been made from several different types of fabric, Shadow Weave is an intriguing craft in of itself. Looking at it, it is crafted of mottlings of different shades of greys, blacks, and vaguely white threads that have been interwove into a marbled fabric that appears to shimmer in the light of day. With a deep cowl that will cast the face of the wearer in deep shadow, and a bandanna crafted of the same material as the cloak itself to cover all of it's wearers nose, mouth, and cheeks, it appears to be a gift that would make even the greatest of assassins at a loss for words. Unlike most magical items, Shadow Weave lacks much in the way of intricacies aside from the obvious painstaking time it must have taken to properly weave the cloth into the chaos it's comprised of. There is one small embellishment upon the cloak, a clasp of sterling silver is accented by a piece of black opal, which shimmers in a myriad of rainbow oily hues, appearing to complement, and at the same time offset the monochromatic fabric completely. When donned, and the bandanna placed appropriately over the wearer's face, Shadow Weave adapts a chameleon effect to the environment around it, allowing the wearer to blend, in part, to the scenery around it. The illusion is best taken advantage of when the user stands completely still, causing them to simply seem to cease existing. Breath, scent, and heart-beat are muffled or erased completely. Should the user so choose, the cloak can be utilized up to two times in a day, for a duration of up to an hour, or merely once for two. The sequence of each utilization is broken when the cowl and bandanna are removed completely, breaking the illusion.

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You have set something in motion
Much greater than you've ever known
Standing there in all your grand naivety
About to reap what you have sown

Time will feed upon your weaknesses
And soon you'll lose the will to care
When you return to the place that you call home
We will be there, we will be there
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Name- Osteoclast

Age- 2 (+2)

Gender- Male

Element- Bone

Parents- Air Auster x Bone Denkou

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Height: 24 ft. Length: 83ft. Primary Wingspan: 172ft. Secondary Wingspan: 70ft
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Appearance- Osteoclast, in a way, resembles the breed of his dam, but it is quite clear that he is a Tainted breed and no feathered beauty of an Air. He is sleek and lithe, and carries himself with an almost panther-like grace. He prides himself on making little to no sound with each step he takes, aside from perhaps the gentle whisper of his parchment wings or a rattle of his quills and spines clacking together. It is quite clear by his careful grace that the young male has built himself into an ambush predator who will no doubt be a skillful assassin when his skills have been honed properly and his abilities put to good use by the right shaping hand.

Like most Bone dragons, Osteoclast doesn’t appear to be made of much bulk or muscle. He is made of lank, and sinews and cord. What muscle is there is hewn to his skeleton with little to no fat in accompaniment. Even still, he is skeletal in appearance with the thinness of his form, and were it not for his own reinforcing powers, it seems that at any moment, a well aimed blow might snap a limb within his form. Yet even with this ghastly appearance of an emaciated dragon, there are still sharp contrasts to how his body is curved and shaped. While his ribs are prominent in places beneath tightly stretched pallid skin, like the layer of protective scales and skin that covers his ghoul-like skull, his wings, legs, and neck are all well muscled and powerful. It is an even distribution that creates a pleasing and balanced vision of the male, and shows that just because you can see where the bones are stretching against the skin, doesn’t mean you might be able to get close enough to them to cause damage…

Most of Osteoclast’s height comes from his long legs. His ribcage is narrow, and protected by plates that blend with the odd patterning. With sleek and tapered wings, his entire form shouts speed and sleek shadow-dweller. Yet at the same time, he looks very much as if he wouldn’t quite blend in the least with his pallor of dusty parchment hues and pale bone white. The only parts of him that actually seem as if they’d match to the shadows are the ebony fangs that decorate his wicked jaws and the curving black talons that tip each of his dexterous toes. His eyes are a shade of deep and bloody red, seem to carry a light all their own, tending to flare to brightness or dull light seemingly dependent on the Bone’s moods, though whether this is true or not remains to be seen.

Osteoclast has no horns crowning his skull, yet he is not neglectful to grow bone spires upon his brow should they be required for purposes of wreaking havoc should the need to battle arise. Instead, upon his smooth skull, he has a set of large, ragged ears, similar in design to a bat’s. These sharpen his hearing greatly, and can be swiveled freely about to detect anything around them in deft and radar-like motions. This makes Osteoclast’s hearing a sensitive point, and while it’s yet to be tested, it is possible that loud blasts of noise from too close to him could cause him some considerable hearing damage. The ebony fangs of his jaws are not hidden from view closer to the end of his muzzle. The grinning skull that is his face, with its skin pulled tight, leaves little excess to conceal the fangs. They create an intimidating image, scissored together on the Bone’s jaws plain for all to see.

Osteoclast is not without his decorations however. In a mockery of his corrupted Air heritage, he has what appears to be the remnants of what was once feathers adorning his cheeks and spine, as well as the end of his tail. These quills lack the barbs and barbules of your typical feathers, perhaps due to a mutation that the Taint’s heritage caused. These are a danger to the wise and unwise alike. With a broad fan of these long bare feather’s spines upon his tail, Osteoclast has taught himself to strengthen their shafts and loosen their bases at will. With some careful fine tuning through the months of his wyrmling-hood, he learned how to launch these projectiles. Someday, he may even become skilled enough to release them one at a time, with pin point accuracy of a deadly needle-thrower, able to strike a vulnerable location with little to no warning. For now however, it is a painful barrage to bear the brunt of. These quills, once fired, usually take anywhere from four to seven days to grow back in their entirety. Osteoclast is careful to manage their numbers and make sure he is never without ready quills upon his tail. They are readily available as well, upon his back and elbows. Should an enemy ever land upon him, they would meet a nasty surprise, the same going for if he decided to snag a dragon and drive his elbows deep into them. Osteoclast was built with weapons that he knows how to use.

With four wings in a final tip of the hat to his Sekkai heritage, Osteoclast is a skilled flier. The tattered ends of his wings even seem to assist him at times, acting in somewhat akin to the fringed edges of an owl’s feathers, when gliding, his flight is practically silent. In the night, he appears to be a silently winging demon. Just behind his secondary set of wings, a grouping of separate fans of stiff cartilage with tattered sails akin to his wings and ears splay out in a mockery of a fanned tail. These, when used in flight, allow Osteoclast to steer himself skillfully through the air. Osteoclast is a swift terror in the air, and could rival even the most deadly of Razors in speed of wing. His maneuverability is a bit lacking when set on the same plateau as they are, but he’s definitely in a league of his own on when it comes to his own species.

Overall, Osteoclast is quite the intimidating creature to behold. But he’s even more so when you take into consideration his entire form’s coloration. While most of his body is comprised of the dusky shade of parchment, considered not quite brown and not quite grey, there’s another complementary tone overlapping his hide. Trailing over his body in marking of stark chalky white is what appears to be the entire skeletal anatomy of a dragon. These patterns trace down his spine, over his wing arms, through his membrane, and even down to his toes and the tip of his tail. In darker surroundings, when it’s simply the bright glow of his eye sand the visible white markings of his body that are visible to some, he appears to be a wraith of such frightening appearance he might even rival a Ruin here or there. But like most Bone dragons, Osteoclast’s appearance is subject to his whim and change mostly. With the ability to craft sturdy armor plating should he require it, he can go from lithe and elegant to a force to be reckoned with in enough prep time.

His crystal, the sole match to the one that was dropped before Carter upon his hatching day, is located just beneath his primary right wing, located on the shoulder of his front leg, and generally hidden discreetly out of sight when his wings are folded. Even when they’re raised, the clear quality of the crystal often reflects the markings beneath, though the spattering of red that refract through it add contrast that may draw the eye.

Personality- Deceitful, Treacherous, Discreet, Opportunist, Analytical
Osteoclast is, and always seems to have been, a creature with his own agenda. His thoughts are veiled and always secretive, shared with no one but himself. Not even his bonded seems to get a grip on what the dragon is truly thinking unless he allows the walls around his mind to drop. Even then, any touches that he gets from his bonded are when he directly touches her own mind rather than vice versa, as he made it apparent from day one that he would prefer little contact between the two of them across their bond. He was a dragon who had little need for sentiments. Especially for the creature that he felt that he was forced to imprint upon as custom dictated. He feels he can function well enough on his own without having to tote around a human who can barely fend for itself.

Not even Osteoclast’s own bonded can rely on this dragon. He’s very much made sure that any ties that he makes with anyone around him are easily cut. He is a dragon bound by no one except for his own sense of self. He’d just as easily cut down a pawn as he would try to slice the throat of his generals and leaders if the opportunity put him in a better light and position as a whole. He seems to only care about that one thing, power. He is ambitious to attain a higher position and do it all for himself. He may seem to make a friend out of you, and keep your head above water if you ever need it, but all that Osteoclast is looking for are pieces to use as pawns in his own game. If you create an end to a higher means, the pillar beneath your feet will quickly crumble, and you will fall. He’ll see to that.

He’s got to have a sharp mind for all of this of course. If he’s planning and plotting to better his own position within the legion in its current turmoil, he has to know how all the cogs and wheels mesh together so he can correctly insert himself into a location that will allow him to prove himself, and to work around the others for his own benefit. Osteoclast is no stranger to planning, whether its militia or his own personal agenda, he always seems to have something simmering in the back of his mind, out of sight behind his blood red eyes. He’ll often spend days watching and observing something as he tries to piece together what could work the best for him and his own. He knows that if he wants to prove himself, he’ll most certainly need to make a good impression on the right sort of people. If he were to be put to use by those of the higher areas of the Tainted Militia, and trained to have his mind sharpened even more (at their own peril, mind you), he could be a deadly force that the Legion should be proud to utilize.

Smarts are the name of Osteoclast’s game. Patience tops in with all of that as well. And below most of this, an unacknowledged sort of pride. Osteoclast feels that what he does, and what he does for the betterment of the Legion are the things he can pride himself on. Not what he attains for himself, though that is all well and good, but what the Legion garners. He knows that the credit will all go to the figurehead of their great group, but truly, what is a great machine without the pieces that will move it forwards? Osteoclast thinks of himself as one of those that will push them to greatness.

He has not been afforded pride in his own lineage or his breed. A product of the spawning of two dragons who in his mind are no more than a Sekkain whore and a traitor the legion as a whole, he is a half breed. Even worse he is of a common breed. Any rank or prestige that he attains will have to be through his own power and his own work. Nothing will be handed to him simply because of lineage. In fact, Osteoclast would greatly prefer if no one around knew of the means of his conception, nor of his lineage. He greatly enjoys the mystery that he would present by simply ‘being’ and having none know his origins.


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