HTTYD/SoD Clan Roleplay: The Rise of Earthguard
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Thanks for this post! I'll be tracking :-)
I've never done role playing like this so far and I feel like just watching this time. I'm excited te see what's gonna happen :-)
I've never RP'ed either! But I'll try. Sounds like you can join in anytime though, so please consider watching for a bit and then jumping in when you feel ready :)
That's what I was planning to do but now that I almost couln't stop thinking about how my viking character could be like and how she could have found her first dragon, I decided to join now after all :-D Just everyone please tell me if I'm doing something wrong and I if I have major questions I'll ask in (( ...)) :-)
I've a question, since it's been, like, 500,000 years since I did anything like this and there were not nearly so many rules when I did. Mostly it makes sense but if we can't control other people's characters, how do we write character interaction? Like conversation... do we just ask a question, leave off the post and wait for them to reply? Or by "controlling" do you mean something more specific?
I've never RP'ed before, but at glancing at other RP threads, I think you can incorporate minimally the other members, based on their established info and personality?
Like, I don't know:
Mariella might write:
Mariella glared sternly at Tallyra and Brasa for their reckless behavior. "You two go spend the day mucking out the hangar!" She felt choked up inside ordering her friends like that, but if she wanted to be a leader, she needed to remain strong.
You (Tallyra) might write:
Tallyra sighed. Bumping Brasa on the shoulder, she said "Well, lets go get this over with then." Tallyra and Brasa made their way through the village to the hanger.
((Just picked green for example))
I (Brasa) Might write:
"I have dibs on the wheelbarrow!" Brasa lightly punched Tallyra back, on the shoulder. "Race you!" and she took off down the path with Tallyra in hot pursuit.
So, my impression is that the above is alright, even though we each are somewhat making another character do something?
Looks like you guys are having a lot of fun! Not sure how interested I'd be in joining a clan (just lurking for now) but this RP is making me reconsider so I can take part in this story.
Hello everyone. ^^ I hope I'm doing this right by replying to this comment. I've never actually used the forums on here before and they work differently than what I'm used to. :P
Anyway! I just joined the clan and wanted to extend a general greetings to everyone. I am also looking forward to joining the rp, but I want to finish reading up on what you all have done so far before posting my character profile and jumping in. So, I guess this is how I "track" it?
I've actually been waiting for SoD to confirm a new forum account I tried to make before posting, since I figured having a forum name that was the same as my character name would make things easier, but I haven't yet received that confirmation. Sooo.... yeah, hope this isn't too confusing. :P My character and in game Viking name is Eyrra.
Anyway, I'll be catching up with reading the rp and joining in soonish. And thank you again for the invitation to join the clan, Mariella. ^^
Nicknames/Title: Herz (pronounced 'hers')
Herze is a very laid back and humorous viking. Until recently, she didn't have a lot to care for, so now she's very fierce in her friendships and loyalty. She's easily excitable and a little clumsy. She's also the self proclaimed worst farmer ever. When trouble arises, she's a tad bit quick to get too excited and/or overreact. She's an idealist who thinks more about what she's pursuing than possible consequences. She also has pretty terrible manners, having been around dragons most of her life, the upside of that, however, is that she can debone a fish with her teeth, which she's pretty proud of.
Thirteen years ago, Herze's parents decided to set sail and discover new land. The first island they came across seemed to be inhabited, but it wasn't. The people on the island had been ship wrecked bandits who attacked at the first opportunity. Herze fled to safety on her mother's command and when she finally returned she found their ship in ruins without a single person in sight.
It'd struck her as odd, until she saw the flash of something gigantic and white as the snow surrounding her. She feared the dragon, as she'd been taught to do, and jumped back into hiding, scared it would take her away as well. The dragon didn't. Instead it observed her for some time, like it was unsure, like it was pondering something. Finally, after she couldn't feel her toes anymore, the beast came closer. It breathed hot air on her, which seemed to instantly relieve the cold she'd previously felt. Freezing was the last thing on her mind when the creature she feared showed it's protective and nurturing nature. She followed it to it's den, where they would remain together until the dragon build it's nest.
Then there were six of them, and one of those six was Valkor. Herze and Valkor immediatly bonded after the dragon's hatching. Herze only had to take a single look at it's big, ugly face and she was smitten. Towering just a little bit over its siblings, drooling and making happy sounds, it was the best dragon she'd ever seen.
Their peaceful lives were disturbed again some years later. A group of Berk vikings rode in on dragons, only to be chased out by the mother snow wraith. She'd decided to follow them, riding after them on Valkor's back. This decision led them straight to Berk, where Stoick accepted them and they have remained until now.
During the day she's usually out and about, doing odd jobs for other vikings or crafting goods for personal use or to trade and sell. Having spend most of her life building whatever she needs herself, she'd become an excellent builder/crafter. She can make anything out of just a few scraps.
((I got bored like 1/5 of the way in, so this will have to do for now. Digital art honestly makes me want to scream, it's so annoying to do without a tablet.))
Herze has curly, messy, dirty-blonde hair, which is almost brown. She regularly wears it with one side braided up and held together with various pieces of jewelry. She has peachy skin with a few freckles here and there which only show themselves in the sunny seasons. Her eyes are honey brown, bordering on golden. She usually wears colourful and practical make-shift armour and adorns herself in accesoires. She's also very fond of face-paint and flower crowns, so odds are that if you see her, she's going to be wearing those.
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Which Color? Maroon
Species: Snow wraith
Age: 8 years, broad-wing stage
Personality: Lax but protective. Valkor seems to have a personal vendetta against eels, which comes forth in the immense pleasure he takes in eel roasting and just generally agitating the fish. He loves to play games, but he's not always concerned with playing fair. Valkor always seems to have something to prove, although even Herze isn't always sure what it is exactly that he's proving, but it makes him a bit reckless at times.
History: From the moment he hatched, all he knew were his mother's broad wings shielding him, his siblings shoving him around and the odd viking curling around him for warmth. He's always been bonded with Herze and wouldn't know anything else. He trusts her and that's why he decided to follow the foreign vikings with her, although he wasn't entirely happy with that decision. He's happy now, though. He's content on Berk and only misses Glacier Island during some particularly bad storms. He also got shocked by an eel once and still hasn't let it go.
A snow wraith that's just a little bigger than the species usually is. White as snow, with an odd blue glow in the right lighting.
CAUTION: DRAGON IMAGE IS KIND OF A JUMP SCARE GIF
Species: Screaming Death
Age: Baby, recently hatched.
Personality: Horrendous is a very crurious and playful young dragon. He likes Whispering Deaths more than most dragons, but he's relatively easy with other species as well. He is a little weary of vikings, though. He'd rather hang back with Valkor than go out and socialize. He likes to dig and explore and loves the big ball of fire in the sky. Since he was just born, he's curious about everything and knows little to no boundaries, which makes him a little hard to deal with. He's also a bit rebellious, constantly testing boundaries.
History: Herze recevied a part of the treasure retrieved during the First Battle. Her share, a wooden crate, contained a Screaming Death egg. After meeting with Hiccup and consulting Valkor, she hatched the egg and thus Horrendous was born. He doesn't know a lot about Berk, nor its inhabitants, and he's still a little wary of the curious Rider, Herze, and her trusted companion, Valkor. He trusts them a lot more than he does anything else, though, since they were the first thing he saw when he was born.
(This gif is what Horrenndous will look like fully-grown)
((When you say HTTYD cannon, you mean movie cannon? Or what about the Books?))
((Got my work cut out for me developing my character!! I'm assuming normal hair color too, love my blue hair in-game :) ))
((What I was thinking exactly! Woad. I think some celts used it to dye their whole bodies for war paint. And I think? Vikings raided/skirmished with the celts/Gauls. Maybe. But close enough I think ... Oooo. Might be good fodder for a backstory ... ))
EDIT: ((nope, it was the Picts, not celts. Also a short paper about dyes Vikings used. Including woad:))
((You could also get blue hair by dusting it, so basically you get something blue, like a blue anemone or woad, grind it down to powder and apply it to your hair! It's easy to do and materials for that practice can be found in and around Berk, so I thought maybe that would be a good option? Also I've read goat-fat was used to make hair dye a long time ago as well, so basically goat fat and any colour powder would mix up a pretty neat dye. Maybe even soap? I read somewhere once that viking would bleach their hair with soap.))
Well, the start of one .... sorry
Name: Brasa Kattrheim
Nicknames/Title: "Lady" sort of. Only because she comes from an old/elder established family in her tribe, not actually royalty. ((Hey, just trying to explain the 'lady' part of my username)). Just "Brass" is also acceptable.
Age: Undecided yet, but probably a little older than most RP vikings. Probably late 20's to late 30's. Okay okay, like 32?? Maybe Brasa just doesn't like talking about her age ;) ((IRL I'm older ...))
Personality: Not a fighter, but will if she has to. Prefers mead over ale. Tends to be quiet and not a socialite, but might be a bit more bold and outgoing amongst a small group of people she knows well. Likes the outdoors, but that's kind of given in the Viking world! Loves cheese. Not a fan of fish, but will eat them. Odd, in that she's not much of a seafaring viking. Mediocre ability with weapons. She is a great follower/side-kick/group member, but just doesn't think well enough on her feet to be more than a temporary leader.
History: Brasa came from another viking tribe to Berk to train at the School and be around like-minded people. Her mother was of Pict origin, and father Norse. ((Historically, its not clear if the Vikings subjugated the Picts, or moved in with them peacably)) The Picts are known for their use of Woad as body decoration/warpaint ((though there is varying opinion on this)), Brasa has taken to dying her normally light brown hair with woad, and whisker streaks across her cheeks ((SOD facepaint!)) She comes from an old family of farmers from a tribe that doesn't have a good view of Dragons - they are dangerous and nuisances and a commodity. Some tribesmen work with the Dragon Hunters, while others don't pay dragons much mind as long as they aren't bothering anything. Otherwise they will get killed, if, for instance, they attack livestock or become a nuisance. Some keep Dragons strictly as beasts of burden, and usually on chains. The tribe has not so thoroughly embraced Hiccup's way of benevolent training as Berk has, though attitude is slowly getting better. Brasa's own family was decent to dragons - didn't hunt them, or go out of their way to kill them unless they were posing a problem. However, this was in the way one would treat their livestock decently.
Brasa was part of the newer ways of thinking, and couldn't take the slow change in her tribe, nor was she one to stage protests or publicly oppose the old ways, so she and some other tribesmen left for Berk to study at the school.
Just before leaving, she did buy a caged Shovelhelm wasting away from neglect to rescue it, before it was to be sold to the Dragon Hunters. The Shovelhelm will be Brasa's riding dragon for the RP.
At Berk, in addition to general dragon training, Brasa also studies dragon medicine with Gothi and Gobber.
Appearance/Picture: Brasa has blue eyes and light brown hair. Her hair is always dyed blue with woad. She also has whisker streaks across her cheeks, and may or may not have tattoos ;) Like many of the Viking women ((the HTTYD franchise background women, and also in the books)), she is a bit stout and solid.
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Age: Unknown, Adult
Personality: Docile, social with other dragons, wants to be helpful, trusting - which is prbably how she got so easily captured in the first place.
History: Brasa came across some men lugging a caged adult female Shovelhelm they had caught to be sold to
Dragon Hunters to make a few coins (or gems?). Rather than resort to theatrics, she simply purchased the dragon and tended her cuts and scrapes, and fed her fish. She named her Clintonia, and the docile trusting dragon has stayed with her.
Appearance/Picture: See above inline image
Personality: Doesn't like aggression or confrontation. Smart, as though almost paying attention to what Gobber and Gothi do (remember Gobber is the defacto dragon dentist).
Appearance/Picture: Most Prickleboggles are miniscule, but she is part of the group of Giant Prickleboggles Hiccup found. She hasn't reached full size yet, and is currently the size of a large Terrible Terror. She is able to fly, but not rideable, yet. Like other Prickleboggles, her saliva ((not sure if this is correct)) can help speed healing (not some super power healing) and they tend to make excellent nursemaids to the injured.
I guess my other dragons in the game will be (and have been) making appearances as needed in the RP. I have one of each species, but no "Toothless" and three Groncicles.
((Are the Dragons: Riders of Berk etc. series included in what you mean by HTTYD cannon? I realised the history of my first dragon Gothic doesn't make sense if we're only using the information from the movies for the RP. Otherwise I will change that again, making Winnie, the dragon I plan on introducing as my second one, my first and only dragon. But for now, here's my application form :-) ))
Personality: sensitive und rather calm, but can be quite communicative and lively when in the right mood. She’s spiritual and feels connected to nature, she likes to be around warm-hearted people and she’s a reliable friend.
Residence: 44 farmlands, 10 000 Berk ((I assumed that when the school's zip code is 10010, the one for Berk could be 10000 because Berk is like the capital...)) Rue's small house is over the big bridge, near Svens farm. I imagine the land to be a bit less mountainous there than it is in the game, so you can walk up the path to the left after the bridge and there located a few houses. Rue's house is the last one in the row, before the forest starts.
Rubinesse has grown up on Berk. She comes from a family that had lost members during a big tribe war against the Berserkers many many years ago. This was before Oswald the Agreeable, Dagur’s peaceloving father, had become chief of the Berserkers. The horror of war has been like a shadow on Rubinesse’s rather sensitive, artistic-talented ancestors and has passed on from generation to generation. Growing up, Rubinesse’s life hasn’t always been easy. Her parents loved her only child but there had often been conflicts in the family because everybody was struggeling with themselves. So as a child Rubinesse had been shy and sometimes feeling lonely she developed a strong connection to nature which feels like a home to her. From time to time she would wander off for some hours, walking through the woods, lying in the grass and watching animals.
She also watched dragons in the wilderness and was interested in how they behaved with each other but she was also frightened of them so she always made sure to hide well from them. Despite she turned out to be a good fighter at school she prefers not to fight with other Vikings or dragons. So she never fought actively in the dragon raids on Berk, she used to hide anxiously inside the house hoping it wouldn’t go up in flames. When she became an adult, even though she loved her parents, she decided that she wanted to live on her own and so she moved to a tiny hut in Berk with a garden where she grows different kinds of vegetables and herbs. As a child she had visited Gothi every now and then, had tried to learn about bone reading and mixing potions and with time she became something like her apprentice.
But Rubinesses’ respectful fear of dragons was the reason why she stayed without one for some time even if more and more Berkians got their own dragons after Hiccup had trained Toothless. She wanted her own dragon but first, she watched the others how they trained their dragons before thinking about getting one herself. And then one day… ((See dragon history))
Appearance/Picture: ((my forum profile picture))
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Which Color? Pink
Species: Whispering Death
Age: about 4 years
Personality: spiky, can be moody, headstrong and a bit clumsy in human environment
Rubinesse was on her way to a cave near Berk because Gothi has asked her to get some special fern for her that only grows in humid caves. It was a sunny day and running happily towards the entrance of the cave, she almost had fallen into a deep hole in the ground. She wondered where that came from, it had not been there when she visited that cave 3 moons ago. But then she shrugged and continued her way into the cave.
It was damp, cold and dark in there. Because of the bright sunlight outside she could barely see a thing when she entered the cave. Suddenly she noticed something slightly moving in front of her. Anxiously, she held still, breathing fast and trying to see what it was. A deep growl came from the deeper sides of the cave. She slowly reached for her shield trying not to make sudden movements. Her heart pounded so hard that she was sure the –whatever it was- in front of her could hear it. That didn’t sound like a wolf or a lost Yak… Her eyes started to get used to the darkness and she saw… teeth! A lot of teeth! Terrified she jumped backwards, her shield firmly held in front of her. A Whispering Death!!
They only recently had had some trouble with the three young whispering deaths and the screeming death that suddenly had appeared in Berk after the Outcasts had hidden their eggs under the village. Rue didn’t know that there had been more than 4 of them… The Whispering death snapped in her direction and a bunch of spikes hit her shield. All she wanted to do was run for her life and tell Stoick and the others that there was a Whispering Death left in Berk. But when she was about to turn and run out of the cave she realized that the dragon was moving in a strange way and had not tried to go after her so far even though he seemed pretty aggressive. Cautiously, she turned towards him and saw that he seemed to be hurt. It was a teenage dragon but even for a short-wing that would still develop his final wing shape and wing span something seemed wrong with his right wing. She tried to get a closer look when a second spike attack hit her and she could hide behind her shield only seconds before some spikes hit her. That was clearly too dangerous! But she couldn’t leave him all to himself like this… She could ask for help in Berk but she was afraid that they would just send him away like they did to the other Deaths. Somehow Rubinesse decided to keep this dragon a secret and to help him until he could care for himself again. “And I’m gonna name you Gothic!”, she said to him.
To keep things short, caring about Gothic wasn’t easy. He was so menacing and aggressive that it took Rue several days to get near him. He didn’t like dragon nip, it even seemed to make him even more aggressive that she tried to feed him “this lame weed”. Feeding him fish went better, especially since he was really hungry after he wasn’t able to hunt for himself. After some weeks his wounds had almost healed and sometimes he even seemed to have come to like Rue. She figured he had been one of the Whispering deaths eggs that the outcasts had brought to Berk but somehow he wasn’t placed with the others. She had found the remains of a wooden box with the Outcast crest on it – Gothic usually chews on them when he’s bored. Maybe they had forgotten one chest with eggs and when they were already halfway around the island on their way back they realized it and just left it in this cave near the beach. Without his brothers and sisters it must have been difficult to grow up and maybe he got hurt when he had a fight with some other wild dragon.
When Rubinesse took Gothic home to Berk for the first time her parents were like “A Whispering Death?! You could have any other dragon… Why not a Gronckle, they are pretty cute for a dragon. But…that thing?” Then her mother looked at her daughter who was saying with a stubborn expression on her face: “No, I care for him and I want to keep him” and then looked to the dragon that was with the same stubborn expression trying to eat the kitchen table while Rue’s father tried to hold on to the yet un-chowed rest of the table shouting “No! Nooo!” Rubinesses’ Mom sighed and said “Well then…so it’s gonna be a Whispering Death.”
Gothic wasn’t allowed in the parent’s house anymore after he broke half of the furniture and when Rubinesse took him to her hut she had to stop him last-minute from tunneling through the wooden floor. So she sent him out to stay in the garden and tried to convince him not to dig through the dragon nip-fields. She explained to him that even if he doesn’t see any use in dragon nip it is her possibility to grow and sell it which gives her money to buy him Halibuts (his favorite fish). He behaved good after that and started a large tunnel system under the little wood behind the hut. With time passing, Rubinesse felt the more and more uncomfortable though because she was afraid her hut would crash into the soil one day with Gothic enlarging his tunnels underneath. But one day he got into a fight with Toothless and disappeared from the village after that. Rue went to Hiccup to apologize and after that she found Gothic in his old cave where he seemed pretty happy to be back. So she decided to let him stay there where he can be how he is and she promised him to check on him regularly. She rarely asks him to help her with some work in the village because he can be so moody and accidentally brakes stuff. But she loves him the way he is :-)
Appearance/Picture: Black and purple with a tiny bit yellow, a bit smaller in size than the average adult Whispering Death. Sorry, I couldn't get a picture of him awake because he wouldn't hold still and tried to eat the paper... ;-)
Name: Winora (Winnie)
Species: Whooly Howl
Age: 3 (she can already carry Rue on her back while on the ground)
Personality: strong, loyal and caring, doesn't like competition very much
One day when Johan returned to Berk, Rubinesse went to his ship to look for some strange fruits he had brought with him the last time he was there, called "Bananas" or something. Most of the vikings didn't want to taste this fruits back then because they didn't trust him that it wasn't poisonous but Rue (and Gothic) really liked those things.
But unfortunately, this time Johan didn't have any "Bananas" with him. Rue was about to leave the ship when a box with two oval-shaped stones caught her eye. "Johan, she said, are these two dragon eggs??" "Oh noo, that are no dragon eggs, Miss Rubinesse! These are special stones that a tribe on a remote nordic island far from here uses as decoration against bad curses. They put these in their gardens, you know? Their king almost killed me when he found out I had traded them in for..." Rubinesse didn't listen any more to Johan's story. She felt strangely attracted to these stones. Like they were holding a secret and she wanted to know more about it. So she traded one of the stones for a bunch of spikes and teeth Gothic had lost. Back at home she placed it in her garden as according to Johan the people of the nordic tribe do. She just liked this mysterious decoration in her frontyard.
The next morning, she had just got up and was preparing breakfast, when the warm summer morning sun rised, reached around the corner of Rue's hut and lightened up the garden. Suddenly, a huge explosion outside made the walls tremble. Shocked, Rubinesse dropped her bread and yakmilk. She ran outside and saw what she had almost expected."Arrg Johan! I knew that was a dragon egg! Why did I believe you that I were a stone?" Excitedly she walked slowly towards the burst dragon egg shell. In the middle of her (now almost completely destroyed) vegetable garden was sitting the cutest baby dragon she had ever seen. -
Even though her decoration stone had turned out to be a dragon she chose to keep it, especially since the little female dragon sometimes made her almost tear up with her cuteness. She named her Winora, but calls her Winnie. Whooly Howls weren't known in Berk so far ((if this is conflicting with one of your stories I will change that)) but Winnies intelligent and friendly nature towards vikings and other dragons even made Gothic accept her. His bond with Rue had never been that close that he felt left out, now that there was an other dragon that even lived in Rue's hut. And Rubinesse always tried to make sure not to favor one dragon over the other. By the way, someone else in Berk had bought the other "garden stone" which became a strong male Whooly Howl. Winnie and him have always been close and it seems they even have fallen a bit in love with each other lately.
Appearance/Picture: Black wth gold-brown "mane" and white belly. She's of average size for a Whooly Howl.
Name: Donnerhall (Donni)
Species: Titan Thunderdrum
Age: unknown, must be over 30 years.
Personality: loyal, gentle and likes to be around vikings. A strong dragon but he suffers from a chronic disease that makes him have the hiccups frequently.
History: Has been found by Rue in the forest and he stayed with her and her other two dragons after they partly healed his hiccuping. For the whole story see post #703.
Appearance/Picture: Purple, white Titan stripes on the wings and white belly and lower side of the wings.
((6.12. edited Rue's residence))
Nicknames/Title: Tally, although she will answer to almost anything.
Personality: Tally generally likes people and likes to talk – but detests small talk. Any comment on the weather is likely to be less of a "looks nasty out, better get the washing in" than an in-depth analysis of the cloud structures and what that might foretell in terms of demand for boot-leather, Flightmare migration patterns and the yak breeding season, with lots of long words and gesticulation. She's a bit prone to blurting out whatever she is thinking, which can lead to her having to extract her foot from her mouth, and she's not always the quickest to admit that she's in the wrong. She also has a strange sense of humour.
She'll talk tough in a bad situation, but it's mostly as a distraction while she works out how to escape. She's actually not much of a fighter – her weapon of choice is a frying-pan. She likes her food, although she's not the greatest cook.
A lot of people seem to find her rather strange and irritating, though those that take the time to get to know her find out that she's a decent person who tries to do the right thing, loyal and a pretty good listener when she's not rabbiting on - and she's one of those people who always has that thing you needed somewhere in her bag or pockets. Before joining Earthguard, she spends a lot of time alone – or rather, in the company of her beloved rabble of unruly orphaned rescue dragons, who she talks to in place of understanding humans.
History: She grew up on Berk: her father was a Viking but her mother came from a Celtic tribe from a smallish, rainy country with a LOT of sheep. In her mother's country dragons were respected, if still feared, and rather than fight her people would leave offerings outside their homes for the dragon raiders: this, they found, prevented a lot of unnecessary destruction. Her family continued that tradition despite the attitude of the other Vikings on Berk, and so her parents were never affected by the dragon raids: it was an influenza outbreak during a particularly harsh winter that took them from her.
With no leftover resentment from the days of dragon raids that held back many of the older Berkians, she joined up to start training dragons after the School was founded. Her first dragon, a Zippleback named Martha (she names her dragons after characters from stories she's read), was given to her as an egg at the School; after that, she signed up for a volunteer programme run by Fishlegs taking in orphaned dragon eggs, in theory to be raised and returned to the wild. Unfortunately, it turns out she's an absolute sucker for a cute baby dragon face, and now she is somewhat overrun with slightly spoilt creatures who either refuse to leave altogether or insist on returning periodically to take advantage of her stable network (built by her burrowing dragons) and free food.
She is mostly self-sufficient, maintaining her parents' smallholding just about well enough to keep herself going, and she trades darning and patching work with Mulch, Not-So-Silent-Sven and even sometimes Mildew for extra food for her dragons – she's pretty handy with a needle and thread.
Weirdly, Tally's adopted dragons always, always hatch as girls.
Appearance/Picture: Tally has a lot of ginger hair, which she normally wrestles into a messy bun, and freckles. She describes herself as "sturdily built", and she's quite short for a Viking. She wears sturdy boots, usually has one or two Screaming Death spines tucked into her outfit somewhere (they're really useful) and has a double scar on the right hand side of her face (your left): headbooping a Whispering Death carries certain risks. During the course of her repair work she often gets fabric dye on her face, which takes time to come off and looks like splodgy warpaint.
Do you want to reserve a color for your Viking? I will if everybody wants me to, but I'm hoping I can write clearly enough that it will be obvious what I'm saying!
Which Color? N/A
Name: Samantha (Nickname Sammie)
Age: 3 3/4
Personality: Sammie, like any Stormcutter, thinks she's queen of the world - although Tally may be partly responsible for this. She's great fun to be around – she loves to be the centre of attention more than anything and will play the fool to make people laugh - but she's also arrogant and has a slightly mean sense of humour. She's extremely bright, energetic and excitable and bores pretty easily – Tally finds her a bit exhausting sometimes. She's utterly fearless and can be quite gung-censored, willing to fling herself headlong into situations where Tally herself would be much more cautious. She and Tally rarely quarrel or fall out, but when they do it can take a long time for them both to come around as neither of them like to admit that they were wrong. They love each other deeply and would do anything for each other. If Tally has a "main" dragon, it's probably Samantha.
History: Sammie was part of the very first clutch of Stormcutter eggs ever to arrive on Berk. These eggs were given to the Headmaster as a birthday present, to distribute within the School – but there had been a mix-up. The eggs were not intended for the Headmaster at all – they had been orphaned for so long they were stone-cold and nearly dead, and they were meant for the most trusted members of the orphan project. Most of the hatchlings were very sick, and had problems that took a lot of work to remedy; Samantha, by some miracle, hatched out perfect but absolutely tiny, and even after scoffing as much food as a normal baby Stormcutter she has only grown to about the size of Toothless. She is very self-conscious about it.
Appearance: As previously mentioned, Sammie is very small for a Stormcutter. Her colours are electric blue and white with a golden crest and spines.
Species: Catastrophic Quaken
Age: 2 1/2
Personality: Agnes is gentle, practical and reliable. Tally tends to take Agnes along when the task in hand requires a lot of patience - or brute force rather than brainpower.Though very young, Agnes is already huge and physically very tough and strong, able to take the same loads as a smaller adult dragon. She is not the least intelligent of Tally's dragons, but she's a long way off being the cleverest, and she can be clumsy. She will put up gamely with almost anything that anyone can throw at her, from Berserker attacks to being climbed on by small children. She seems to get on well with any and all of Tally's other dragons, but she has an unusually strong bond with her Flightmare, Kaylee.
History: Agnes' egg was discovered with a clutch of Prickleboggle eggs when the Riders finally discovered the original home of the Catastrophic Quaken, which had been abandoned due to Dragon Hunter activity. The Quaken's unusual relationship with the Prickleboggle had not been discovered at this point, so she was given to Tally without a Prickleboggle to bond with: she bonded with the friendliest of Tally's other dragons instead.
Appearance: Agnes is a shade of pale avocado/cucumber green with brown spots and dirty yellow markings.
((Haha, all my dragons are females, too! Except my Scuttleclaw - I think ... S/he may be an accidental boy ...))
Tallyra, I'm so sorry, I just realized that my un-thinking comment above just "locked" you from editing your character form. Sorry.
Eh, no worries, I'll stick replies underneath if I want to add to it. I thought I'd replied to you, sorry... I may have forgotten to change the default gender of some of my dragons too. I don't care, they are all girls. XD :P
I've gone green! I'll have green text for my character's speech to make it clearer from now on. Now excuse me while I edit some stuff. XD
A list of my named background/secondary/non-riding dragons so far, just in case anybody gets confused by all the names. Please do not reply directly as I'll update this as I introduce them: I may also write full profiles for one or two of them eventually.
- Ellen: Whispering Death, purplish-bluish-grey. Big sister and boss of the rest of my dragons. Intelligent and quietly fierce. Helps Tally with feeding and riot control.
- Adora Belle/Spike: Screaming Death, mostly white, blue spines, pale bronze belly. Friendly, but shy and not good with crowds. Likes baking and farming.
- Martha (Left and Right): Zippleback, teal and purple. Tally's first dragon. Split personality: Right is friendly and kindly, Left is bolshie and sassy.
- Kaylee: Flightmare, purple, pink and mint-green. Super-friendly, happy, excitable: basically an overgrown Labrador puppy. Agnes' BFF.
- Gytha (nickname Nan, for reasons): Snafflefang, green, yellow and purple. Laid-back, but forceful when she needs to be. Ellen's second-in-command.
- Irene: Deathsong, red, black and white. Big but still a short-wing (because Calder is the only Deathsong rider in the School.). Sweet, surprisingly loyal, a bit dimwitted.
- Ruth: Sand Wraith, black (shush) with white spots. A bit weird. Obsessed with Speed Stingers.
- Tiffany: Groncicle, pale greenish, purple and white. Fierce and independent. Lives on Icestorm Island: visits occasionally.
- Wednesday: Boneknapper, blue-black with pink wings and orange spots. Sneaky, mild kleptomania, wanders a lot but also loyal and affectionate - always comes back.
- Lyra: Terrible Terror, green, purple and turquoise-blue. Destructive but also cute, friendly and cuddly.
- Tracy: Gronckle, grey with brown spots. Laid-back and sweet.
- Molly: Thunderdrum, green and yellow. Kind of... special, incredibly clumsy, but sweet-natured and good-hearted and would not hurt a fly.
- Esme: Monstrous Nightmare, pink and black. Firmly believes that she is better than you.
- Galadriel: Timberjack, leaf green and gold. Still young. Elegant and slightly aloof, but gentle and friendly once she warms to you.
Actually, what 'person' do we write in? I glanced at a few other RPs and the RP'ers seem to do both third-person and first-person, and sometimes dragon-person XD. I found this a little confusing.
Personally I would go with third-person, and no dragon-talking even amongst each other since its not cannon. I mean they dragons can have understandings and body language communication, but no conversations in English (or Norse or Dragonese).
I would agree with this. It think talking dragons would make it quite confusing. At least direct dragon speech. But I think it's possible that the character gives an impression of the dragon's mind from experience with it and from it's behavior, like "Winnie looked angry and growled. Why did Gothic always have to eat her Halibuts when she was distracted for one moment?"
And to write in third person is also the easiest way in my opinion.
((I wouldn't mind if someone wrote in first while another writes in third, depending on what they find easier to write with. But if we are all doing the same style, I personally find third person more comfortable to write in, so my vote's there. I'm also not a big fan of the 'dragon talking' to be honest. If we're writing from the vikings perspective, though, it could all work out if someone wants to have their dragon portraying speech. Something like;
Herze ran and jumped up, fully expecting Valkor to catch her. Instead of being greeted by a warm, albeit a tad pointy, dragon and a dazzling birds-eye view of the land, she was met with cold, hard rock. ''Ah, ouch- Valkor, why didn't you catch me?'' she questioned as she slowly got back up. Valkor turned his back to her and got comfortable on the ground with a long sigh. Herze stormed over and starting pulling at the dragon's tail. ''Come on buddy, we have to go! Don't you want to explore new land!?'' She argued. Valkor made no move of getting up, instead he rolled on his back, flailing his limbs violently and grumbling loudly, shaking Herze off. The viking gave up and dropped down next to him. It was clear he didn't want to. ''Fine.'' Herze mumbled. Valkor made a happy sound an turned towards her, nipping at her feet. He'd gotten his way.
Maybe? Instead of having dragons quote poets, or in this case 'I don't want to', we could have the viking suggest what they're feeling by observation and conversation on their part. Is that what you meant? Cause I'm all for that.))
((Yeah, I find this totally fine!))
Are our characters literally only allowed to have three dragons plus pets, or can we make mention of others as "background characters", as long as they absolutely do not ever participate in the plot? (For instance, making short appearances at the beginning and end of missions, or as mentions in conversation: "Aah, that reminds me of the time my Boneknapper nicked Gobber's purple silk underpants...")
I don't mind either way, I just wanted to ask before I post because I'm gonna need to do a major re-write if "background dragons" are banned :P XD
That's good to know as I already have a background charakter (the Whooly Howl friend my dragon Winnie has) :-)
I have another question: I saw you added limits for dragon's ages and I'm fine with that because it seems logical to me, but with one dragon aged 4 and one even younger I won't be able to fly in the RP. Is that a problem?
I would like it if my character would be able to fly on one of the dragons but with the history of my whispering death I can't make him older than 4 without conflicting with the HTTYD story line. If it's okay with you all, I'd like to make both of my dragons able to carry me on their back so I can better participate in activities - but without flying. They can flap a little maybe but primarly they will be running (or whatever it is called how a Whispering death moves, respectively :-) and so my charakter will still be faster than by running herself.
I will see what you all think and then reconsider if I'm gonna change my charakter's history a bit so she can have an older dragon... But actually I think it fits her personality quite fine to get her dragon(s) after some other people did.
This is great, saves me re-writing everything. :D
But if the shows are any indication, whispering deaths grow up pretty fast, and therefore rideable in flight quickly. So goth would be fliable-rideable, I think?
Not big on age-up runes - a little too "magical", for my tastes. (Never mind I've been using the Titan runes/age up in game!!)
Ah right, Gothics teen brothers are flying just fine in the show. Okay, yeey, so I will be participating even in adventures where flying is necessary :-) For my Whooly Howl Winnie on the other hand, I decided to not make her able to fly yet because somehow I imagine her as taking some time to grow up. But she's big enough to carry me around on the ground. I wouldn't mind if any of you do use them, but I'd rather prefer being grounded than using age-up runes in the RP. If my dragons need more time to grow up then I'll give them that time :-)
There are humans over at the house right now. You can see I am demonstrating avoidant behavior ;) So I may or may not get to post a little something tonight. If not tonight than tomorrow evening cuz I have to work tomorrow'.
Not sure what the typical pace is for RPs, but I imagine ours will be slow, but long-lived because of RL. I'm totally fine with that :)
It was a cloudy, windy morning. Rubinesse took a deep breath of the fresh ocean breeze that was flowing around Berk village. She had left her hut early, carrying a basket in her hands. Winnie was walking behind her, yawning every now and then. They made their way from their home next to Svens farm, over the big bridge, down to Berk harbor.
Yesterday, Rue had found her planted herbs covered with blue bugs that she had not seen before and that seemed to do her herbs quite some harm. She wanted to ask Phlegma if she knew anything about these bugs and how to get rid of them without killing them but today wasn't one of these regular days when Phlegma visited Berk, so Rue and Winnie had to take the ship to the Lookout.
"I know, I don't like getting sea sick either...", she said smilingly as she saw the look an Winnies face when they were standing on the wooden landing about to enter the little boat to Berk. "It's not gonna take longer than half an hour", she continued soothingly and petted Winnies furry scales.
Some time and some rough waves later they both got off the boat at the Lookouts, both with pale faces. Well, at least Rue, Winnie was still brown and black but she also looked very happy to be on land again.
After having visited Phlegma who had given Rue some herbal essence to spray her herbs with, which would make the bugs go away by themselves because they didn't like the smell of it, Winnie and her decided to stay at the school for a while before going back on the boat to Berk. Rubinesse climbed on Winnies back and the dragon ran towards the bridge to the school, flapping her wings playfully and growling joyfully. "I'm happy Phlegma gave me this essence. If we had told Gothic about the bugs he surely would have offered to eat them but let's try it like this first. We can still... Oh wait a second, Winnie! I wanna look at that." They were standing in front of the main school building now and Rue was standing in front of a poster that was pinned on the wall and which had caught her eye. "Earthguard... That sounds nice, don't you think?" Rue read the written text to her dragon. Winnie growled approvingly. Rubinesse had been thinking about joining a clan already... "Winnie, I think we should keep that one in mind. Let's think about joining... " The Whooly Howl gave her human a little push with the head. "What?" Another push, this time a bit stronger. It seemed like Winnie wanted her to go somewhere. "Winnie, what do you want?" The Whooly Howl nodded her head in direction of the Commons and growled demanding. "No no no, I'm not rushing this. I wanna think about joining for some days first, okay? I know I have been talking to you about joining a clan for several months now but... ah, you know how cautious and nervous I can be sometimes when it comes to meeting new people... I don't even know what they expect from their future members. Gothic and I have barely been flying together and you know how much of a catastrophe it can be when we do. I don't know if they would want me to join them..." An impatient growl, a heart-warming reassuring look and another slight push. "Well...*sigh*...okay..." They both walked up the pathway to the adress that was indicated on the poster. "I don't know Winnie. We can't just walk up to her hut and knock on the door. The poster said write a mail! What will they think of us just bumping into their house? ... Nah, well, okay... I can at least ask her what the aquirements are for joining Earhguard... Hope that will be alright with her."
But when Rubinesse was knocking on the door it seemed like noone was at home. "Okay then, so we'll be writing a letter or come back in a few days" she told Winnie. She climbed on her back and they returned to the school building. Just when they decided to leave for Berk and were running around the school building towards the elevator to the ship, they - without noticing them - passed behind a blond girl with paint on her face and a Gronckle watching her hang-up another Earthguard-poster.
A tapping, rattling sound at the window roused Tally from her sleep. She looked up, blinking, at the window of her compact bedroom: one large, pinkish-red eye peered back at her through the small space.
"All right, all right, I'm on my way!" she groaned, rolling out of bed and grabbing some clothes off the heap on the floor.
She emerged from the door rubbing her hand over her left eye, and glanced at the sun, higher in the sky than she'd have preferred. Her alarm clock, a large Whispering Death, clicked at her, affectionately and just a little reproachfully. "I know, Ellen, I'm sorry... Everything's ready, let's go get it."
The small farmhouse was ringed by cliffs on three sides at the rear, but the shallow, south-facing slopes in front caught the sun nicely for the best part of the day. At the rear of the house was a gap between the rocks which showed signs of having been enlarged by burrowing dragons. Beside the gap was a barn, in the doorway of which was a large wooden pallet and a wheelbarrow laden with sacks. The pallet held barrels and baskets, and had a metal frame over the top like a huge handle. Ellen seized the frame in her jaws and lifted the pallet: Tally took the handles of the wheelbarrow and the odd pair carted their loads through the gap in the cliffs.
The short passageway opened out into a large sandy area like a natural stable yard, completely surrounded by cliffs peppered with large tunnels. Tally and Ellen carted their loads to a huge cauldron sunk into the floor next to a large pool at the edge of the yard, fed by a stream which emerged from the rocks, steaming and bubbling as it flowed.
Ellen upended the baskets and barrels into the cauldron while Tally picked up a large wooden spout. One end she inserted into a groove in the rocks beneath the flow of steaming water: the other rested on the lip of the cauldron. Hot water flowed into the cauldron. She and Ellen took up big sticks and stirred the concoction, and the smell of boiling fish and meat - there was chicken and yak meat in there today - and vegetables began to waft around the yard.
After some time, large sniffing reptilian noses began to emerge from the holes in the rocks. Tally and Ellen began to split open sacks and dump in the contents - crushed oats - making the bubbling stew in the cauldron into a sort of thick, meaty, fishy porridge. The smell was peculiar, but the dragons began to hum and gurgle. Ellen leaned over and sniffed. Tally picked up a huge ladle and poured some of the mixture into the dragon's mouth. Ellen swallowed and made a low rattling hum that was nearly a purr: then she lifted the entire cauldron, heaved it across to the huge circular feeding trough in the centre of the yard and, with the help of a large green Snafflefang, tipped the whole thing into the trough. Ellen and the Snafflefang, whose name was Gytha, ate first, although sparingly: then the other dragons began to approach the trough.
Tally had brought a bowl of yak milk and added a handful of oats and a little hot water, and was sitting on the near-empty pallet eating ordinary porridge with a handful of berries. One of the barrels had been kept back from the strange porridge: a big red Death Song wandered over, stuck her nose in the barrel, made a sing-song noise of delight and then upended the barrel, gulping down its contents in two mouthfuls.
"You'll get indigestion, Irene" Tally said fondly: the beautiful dragon nudged her, then wandered off and and curled up contentedly in the sun.
A much smaller dragon sauntered over: a Stormcutter, electric blue and white. Her golden crest almost gleamed in the sun, and her scales shone with a near-iridescence. She nosed her head up under Tally's arm, demanding affection. "Hi, Sammie", Tally said, scratching the spot under the crest on her neck that she knew the dragon found hard to reach. Sammie rested her whole head in Tally's lap and hummed gently with contentment.
Her moment's peace was interrupted by a thundering sound and a cloud of flying sand, as a huge, spiny Catastrophic Quaken chased a small purple Flightmare right past them: in moments, they had reached the wall of the cliff and come racing back the other way - the Flightmare chasing the Quaken this time.
"Agnes!" Tally called, and the Quaken skidded to a halt, throwing up more sand. Behind her, a big orange Typhoomerang nosed at her food with a disgusted expression: Agnes' sudden stop had thrown sand into the food trough. A Gronckle stuck its nose directly under the Typhoomerang's head and cheerfully sucked up the sandy porridge. The Typhoomerang snorted disdainfully and moved to the other side of the trough.
The Quaken bounded over, followed by the little Flightmare. The Stormcutter looked sideways at Tally: she said "We're only going to market, Sammie, and to deliver Gobber's shirts. It's going to be boring." Sammie looked at the Quaken, back to Tally, then back at the Quaken: she bounded over and chirped at the Flightmare, who bounced up and down on all fours, peeping and gurgling madly. Agnes nudged the little purple dragon gently, pushing her sideways: the Flightmare nuzzled her, bounded over to Tally, nudged her head under Tally's hand, then bounded back to Agnes and nuzzled her again for good measure. Tally laughed. "I'll look after her, Kaylee, I promise!"
She and Agnes made her way back through the pass to the farmhouse, collecting several bags of newly-spun coarse yarn, which Tally hoped to sell for rugs, and a parcel labelled "Gobber" from the doorway; Tally slung these in a pack which she carried on her back before hopping up onto Agnes' back. The big Quaken took off, and they flew at a leisurely pace, enjoying the unusually fine morning.
Upon arrival at Berk, she dropped off Gobber's shirts and went to investigate the notice boards. There were the usual odd-job and trade notices from various people, a few Wanted posters for dragon trappers and clan notices - some of which were marked 'TOP SECRET! FOR CLAN EYES ONLY!!!!'.
"That'll work," Tally smirked; she glanced them over and spotted that Phlegma needed coarse yarn or string to keep away slugs. Tally's would be perfect: Phlegma was at the School.
Suddenly, she realised she'd lost track of her dragon. "Agnes?" She turned to see her Quaken rubbing her neck against one of the dragon-perch posts; not a problem, it was tough enough for Agnes not to do significant damage... but when she moved back Tally saw the remnants of a poster, shredded by Agnes' stubby spines.
"Oh, Thor. Agnes..." She went to inspect the poster. It had been painted by hand, and by someone who had a bit of skill. Tally read what she could: it looked like some sort of clan recruitment poster. She didn't have much time for such things - well, more accurately, they did not usually have time for her - but she supposed she ought to go and apologise for what Agnes had done, especially as she couldn't see another poster anywhere.
The only sign of an address was a leftover scrap stuck to one of Agnes' spines, reading "Room 211, The Commons". Tally and Agnes set off for the School, with the collected bits of poster rolled up and tied with a length of the hairy yarn in her pack.
Brasa strode across the Commons. She needed to change, as her sleeves were spattered with dragon blood. It had not been a good morning. Fern trotted behind, making small clucking noises like a mother hen. Lessons this morning ended up being quite real. A young hot-headed Viking boy on an equally young and hot-headed Nadder had tried to fly at high speeds through a dense forest on the dare of his friends. The result was the dragon getting impaled on a broken, fallen tree, piercing through the upper chest and wing muscles on the left side. The dragon took the brunt of the impact, but the boy had also gotten impaled through his left shoulder and arm as well. Gothi and her healer apprentices tended the boy, after giving the howling thrashing dragon a pitcher filled with a strong tincture of Dragon Nip, Dragon Root, Mandrake, and Willow Bark. Fortunately the other dragons knew what they were about and helped pin down the wounded Nadder. With the Nadder thus sedated and merely whimpering, Gobber set to work under the concerned but eager eyes of herself and the other students, and sewed up the muscle and flesh as best as he could, with a needle carved from the Nadder's own spines. Stitched up, Brasa had given her young Prickleboggle, Fern, a large bowl of plantain, honey, and arnica to chew. She reluctantly did so - despite the honey it had to be bitter, especially for a dragon - then spit the cud back into the bowl. Brasa packed it around the wounds, and the other students bound the wing arm and shoulder with large swatches of sail-cloth. The attendant dragons placed the Nadder on the back of Gobber's Hotburple, and the group took him to the stables to recouperate. Both dragon and boy would likely live, but because of the muscle damage, the use of their limbs was uncertain.
But, when you were a meat-eating Viking living with large carnivorous creatures, the sight of some blood or even entrails on your clothes warrented only a glance at most from passers-by.
"Good Morning," Brasa mouthed at the closest people she passed, or perhaps nodded in acknowledgement. She mostly recieved the same greeting. Berkians were a friendly lot. For the most part the original residents of Berk accepted her and other Vikings that immigrated from elsewhere, but some - especially the older generations - were still highly skeptical. Tradition said they were to be hospitable, especially since the Chiefdom accepted them, but she and the others brought some different ideas and also the threat of subterfuge. She couldn't blame the naysayers - her own tribe condoned killing dragons and sometimes supported the Dragon Hunters.
The faculty at the School was also aware of the slight undercurrent of suspicion that followed the "others", and encouraged them to branch out from each other and join a school clan with Berkians, rather than remaining isolated amongst themselves. Not only would this foster brotherhood and goodwill amongst all, but, Brasa thought with a touch of cynicism, prevent the non-Berkians from closing in on themselves or even hatching a plot against Berk. Besides, everyone practically had to join a clan for fun, practice, bonding, and to be a squadron to fight for and protect Berk. Though Brasa did not disavow the Tribe of her birth, Berk was her home now.
Villagers and students passed by. A peachy-cheeked girl and a frowning Snow Wraith. A student on a black Howl with a golden spike-mane. Two women standing together - a red-head and a blonde - holding a tattered clan notice between them. Too late and too close - Brasa's gaze shifted from the poster, met their eyes, and she was obliged to pause for an awkward Hello.
((Can you explain the layout of the School a bit? Are the Commons meant to be a bit like a dorm? I haven't figured out where my character is sleeping at night yet. It sounded like from your last post, Mariella, that there are communal School farmlands? Do our dragons stay in stables beneath the School island - I'm assuming each student gets a stable area, and these stables are different from the caves/hangar on Berk?))
So, since we've had this discussion, I've been itching to have a visual representation of the School. And came up with the map below! Yes, I traced the outlines of the Island and large water bodies, as well as the compass. And I didn't get too detailed with buildings and such!
It is NOT drawn to scale (neither is the one in SOD).
I have made some modifications to include student farmlands, the Commons, and ports for boats. Has anyone wondered how those ships at the School and Lookout got there, when there is no exit to the ocean?? And the shallow water/mud/whatever at the end of the Wilderness - it seemed fitting to make that area a kind of marshlands area.
Anyway, hope its helpful!
Wow, that map is amazing!