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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 1:05 AM | Message # 1 |
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| After the continents smashed into one another, human kind was almost wiped out by the many earthquakes and tsunami that ravaged the land. Within a decade, towns were slowly built up with some new surprises. Never seen species emerged to find some place to call home. Fights were sometimes reported, however the humans gradually formed symbiotic relationships with many. It was peaceful for some time until the first batch of recent discovered dragon eggs were found.
Eagerly, all species emerged claimed what they thought was theirs. They were mistaken. As the dragons hatched, an unnecessary war erupted. A few uneasy decades past, a rivalry started. A new class had emerged, the tamers. Almost regarded as royalty, history repeated itself. Discontent and unhappiness spreads among the people of all species.
The war started brutally. The 'good' Tamer fought against the 'Evil' Tamers. Brother against brother, friend against friend, the world was split. Dragons and numerous Tamers died as the war persisted for a few years. People hid in fear, hoping the good side would win. However they were mistaken. The 'good' Tamers were almost out of men and dragons that had the heart to fight against their own family members. With a short meeting of the heads, all of them agreed. It was time to leave.
In order to keep their dignity, the nameless group disappeared without a trace vowing one day they'll return. The war was dubbed War of Linaus. The people dubbed the 'good' Tamers, the Franators for the higher families and the Lisflends for the rest. Likewise, the "evil' ones were names Qwaserst. The dragons also fought each other and mysteriously disappeared with their Tamers. After a century, everyone wanted the Franators and the Lisflends back in control to stop the chaos.
As the end of the War of Linaus ended, an uneasy tension lingered for many years that kept building on and on. Many had thought hope was lost when Tamers were pitted against each other and died, whether from injury or the loss of their dragons. After a century passed, no Franators nor Lisflends were seen. Worst of all without the Franators, the world is left in torn pieces.
Years passed, dragons slowly disappeared from mind as history started taking in place that we read at school. Dragons have been killed for sport and almost hunted until extinction. Some sympathetic citizens decided to capture dragons and put them in zoos to save the, from extinction. So they did, the dragons were sadly and quite forcefully barred from their natural world Suddenly everything snapped, dragons roared through cities, stamping on houses and buildings until they were leveled onto the ground. Soldiers that were foolish enough to fight the dragons were one by one killed.
One by one, the dragons escaped back to their homeland, fuming at the thought of the being captured. An uneasy feeling continued as both worlds cried out for the Lisflends and the long forgotten Franators to come back to bring back the peace again.
READ. THIS CONTAINS EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW: http://angelsvsdemons.ucoz.com/forum/17-475-1#99501
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Tamer CS
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 10:52 PM | Message # 101 |
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| Natalie
"when he lands, yeah." I nodded.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 10:54 PM | Message # 102 |
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| Milly
I closed my eyes, taking short breaths.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 10:59 PM | Message # 103 |
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| Natalie
When Bane finally landed smoothly, I unbuckled myself and reached to do hers.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 11:08 PM | Message # 104 |
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| Milly
I had already unbuckled and slid down, accidentally stumbling into a platoon of soldiers marching by, knocking over several and mixing up their entire order. I fell on top of one and looked, mortified, at Nat. "I am so, so sorry," I said, bouncing up. Everyone was grumbling and complaining and I was turning paler than I could. I had messed up AGAIN. How could I have let myself leave my room. I began to tear up. "Sorry..."
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 11:10 PM | Message # 105 |
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| Nat
Bane snorted at them loudly as the soldiers got the message and quickly got away. "ah that was their fault for getting in the way.I grumbled at them. "so stubborn. come on."
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 11:11 PM | Message # 106 |
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| Milly
"Dad's coming," I whimpered, pointing a shaky finger.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 11:19 PM | Message # 107 |
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| Alexandre
I strolled over to them with a smile as onlookers stopped and pointed. "Bravo my daughter! How did that feel? Exhilarating right?" I boomed.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 11:20 PM | Message # 108 |
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| Milly
I looked at the floor. "I..uh..."
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 11:29 PM | Message # 109 |
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| Alexandre
I didn't wait for an answer. "too awestruck to talk huh? It's quite wonderful." I turned to the other girl. "I want you to show every aspect of the dragons. Thanks to you we may have a new start on finding her bond. I'll personally make sure you'll get a high position."
Natalie
"yes your Majesty. Thank you." I curtsied.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 11:31 PM | Message # 110 |
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| Milly
I looked up at my father, mortified. "No...I...Dad..."
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 11:36 PM | Message # 111 |
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| Alexandre
"it's better if you have some experience on you Milly. It would help you." I said kindly before leaving them.
Natalie
"great. Now I'm in big trouble." I sat down on the snow, ignoring the coldness. Bane was sprawled beside me.
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 11:37 PM | Message # 112 |
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| Milly
I began to cry, burying my face in my hands. "I can't do anything right!"
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 11:43 PM | Message # 113 |
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| Natalie
"ssh. I can use it as a good thing." I smiled. "it's fine."
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 11:45 PM | Message # 114 |
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| Milly
"I'm TERRIFIED of dragons, Nat! I've...I've got to go," I turned and walked back towards the castle.
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| Raz | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 11:51 PM | Message # 115 |
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| Name: Scott Alexander Nexus
Age: 22
Family Crest: Qwuarst
Class: Royalty.
Body Appearance: 6'4", slightly muscular, Crest on his right hand, a few scars, Dark brown short messy hair, Dark brown eyes, bonny hands.
Clothes: Black Leather Combat boots, Black jeans, White long sleeve T-shirt, Black leather fingerless gloves, black cloak that's torn up to his knees, Black bandanna tied around his lower face, Wide brimmed Black Felt Fedora
Personality: Quiet, Friendly, Talkative, Nice, charming, easily annoyed, hyper, fast, cocky, acting, depressed, worn down, bottled up, music loving, good
Race: Human
Job: Works odd jobs.
Bio: While Scott is one of the rarest dragon tamers he never wanted to be someone so great. Scott was treated like royalty but he was known to go into fits of depression and not be seen by nearly anyone for a week or two. One day Scott just up and left, occasionally reported to be seen but was never truly found by officials.
Others: None.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 11:52 PM | Message # 116 |
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Nat
I sighed as I followed her in.
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| Raz | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 11:55 PM | Message # 117 |
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| (Yep, Qwuarst is "Evil")
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 04.November.12, 11:55 PM | Message # 118 |
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| Milly
"Stop it Nat! You've given my dad false hope!" I looked at her with tearfilled eyes. "I'll NEVER live up to expectation!"
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 05.November.12, 0:01 AM | Message # 119 |
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| (no as in the family crest and the class. Class is equal to what side you are on.)
Nat
"go and tell him then. I'm going to wait for my execution date to be set." I turned back around and just ran for Bane, crying.
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| Raz | Date: Mo, 05.November.12, 0:11 AM | Message # 120 |
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| Name: Scott Alexander Nexus
Age: 22
Family Crest: A black crown with a red sword and a scepter above an intense dragon
Class: Lisflends
Body Appearance: 6'4", slightly muscular, Crest on his right hand, a few scars, Dark brown short messy hair, Dark brown eyes, bonny hands.
Clothes: Black Leather Combat boots, Black jeans, White long sleeve T-shirt, Black leather fingerless gloves, black cloak that's torn up to his knees, Black bandanna tied around his lower face, Wide brimmed Black Felt Fedora
Personality: Quiet, Friendly, Talkative, Nice, charming, easily annoyed, hyper, fast, cocky, acting, depressed, worn down, bottled up, music loving, good
Race: Human
Job: Works odd jobs.
Bio: While Scott is one of the rarest dragon tamers he never wanted to be someone so great. Scott was treated like royalty but he was known to go into fits of depression and not be seen by nearly anyone for a week or two. One day Scott just up and left, occasionally reported to be seen but was never truly found by officials.
Others: None.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 05.November.12, 0:13 AM | Message # 121 |
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| (*sigh* the Lisflends and the Qwuerst are virtually enemies. What I meant by Family Crest was to describe how it looks like. However Reagan has nicely supplied everyone one. Class is just what side you are on. *facepalms*)
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 05.November.12, 0:17 AM | Message # 122 |
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| Milly
I watched her run off sadly, looking down at the ground. Warm air rushed over me and I looked up to see the gold eyed Tyrone above me. I stumbled back in fear.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 05.November.12, 0:19 AM | Message # 123 |
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| Tyrone
I purred quietly, assuring her that I wasn't going to harm her.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 05.November.12, 0:25 AM | Message # 124 |
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| Milly
"You're going to tell my father that I've failed him again," I said, afraid to meet his eyes.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 05.November.12, 0:28 AM | Message # 125 |
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| Tyrone
"He has to know the truth unless you can prove to him that you really are his daughter." My thoughts popped in her mind.
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