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________________________________________________________________ Name: Chase Age: 84 Bio: Born not to just fit into eithe the two worlds that helped create him. Chase have fought his entire life to get to where he is today. The fact that many still would rather see him dead than become the next king after his father, means that there almost never are a dull moment in his case. Chase might not look at much compared to other dragons, he is smaller and his pretty face often gives the others something to tease him about, which he does his best to ignore. Chase tries his best to act and seem like a true ruler out in public, but when alone, he allowed himself to act by his human side and makes mistakes like anyone else. He love his family just as much as feeling of his wings sliding through the air, a pleasure tries to allowes himself as often as possible. But Chase have neve ever had his heart stolen by another or felt the famous feeling his father call love, to Chase it's not something he think he needs or have the time to try. Species: Dragon Powers: Might not look like it but he is super strong as long as he use his strength sparingly. Appearance: Human Dragon: ________________________________________________________________ Chase stood at the very edge on one of the cliff that stretched fare out. Below hundred upon hundreds of meters down was nothing but pure untouched forest and open space as fare as the eye could see. It would be a nasty drop from here, certain death for any human without the ability to fly. He watched as two big dragons laped through the clouds, their dark blue scales faited the futher away the went. 'They are late again but I guess it better than them never showing' Chase thought as he rolled his big blue lighted eyes and stood up to straighten his back, before letting gravity pull him down. He wasn't really suppose to follow them but those two had been up to no good as for latly, so he had to keep an eye on them. Lessly had already more than once challenged him even just pasing by in the halls and his brother Gruin, through the the guy might be even more brainless than the first, was the muscles and rather dangerous when backing his brother. He turned his head down to starre at the ground that came closer with each second, his thick smooth skin made his enormous body slide through the air like a fish through water. The dragon smirked in a big wide grin, he loved the feeling and the excitement from a clear fall. 'Not yet' chase would had told himself, daring his mind to let him get as close to the ground as he could before stretching his wings and pull up. But not today, he was either comfortable nor in the mood to fool around especially with those two in their dragon forms close by.

My character: There’s a belief that sometimes a dragon’s soul enters the womb of a woman, thinking it to be an egg. The next child to be born will then bear the soul, and as a sign of the dragon within, the child’s eyes will be unnaturally vibrant in color. Having the soul of such a magnificent beast, it is thought these dragonborn would never be satisfied marrying a human, and should become the mate of a real dragon instead. For this reason, when dragonborns come of age, they're taken to an island where dragons are often seen landing. This was the situation Iriaur found himself in. He was standing on the shore of Dragon Island, waving to his parents who had come to see him off, and wearing the traditional wedding attire of his village, which consisted of a loose fitting white tunic and pants, both heavily embroidered with blue and green flowery vines. He also had boots, a grey hooded cloak and a backpack with some food in it, but that was all. When he could no longer see the people on the boat, he turned around and started walking inland while thinking about his future. Having grown up in a village in the middle of nowhere, Iri had never even seen a real dragon. Of course there had been pictures and tales depicting them to be magical lizards the size of a mansion, but that was all he knew and it didn’t make him exactly enthusiastic about his situation. Even if he had the soul of a dragon, it didn’t make his body into one, and the stories made sure everyone knew just how insignificant humans were in comparison. How was he supposed to become a mate to something like that? He had tried voicing his doubts several times along the years but they’d always been refuted with the phrase It’ll be okay, because you’re a dragonborn. He had no way out.

In a village hidden deep within a forest, a lover has been chosen....or more like a prisoner has been decided to be taken. In this village, when a young boy has become of age they are decided on becoming the lover of the Dragon God that lives within a mountain fortress that has been said to be made of gold with beautiful lilies sprouting from every pool of water there. One boy has just been chosen to become the next lover of the Dragon God, but unlike the others he is the reincarnation of the Dragon God's beloved who had died long ago at a time when Gods and Humans were at peace. The boy is almost the spitting image of the boy from long ago, however unlike the previous lover Haneul is calm, and adapts to the immortal realm that the Dragon God lives in. For the mountain that the dragon lives in, is a gateway to and from the immortal realm of the gods, to the mortal realm of the humans. So much happens between the fated two....pain and love all at once come over the two star-crossed lovers. [TABLE=class: outer_border, width: 400] [TR] [TD] [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Name: Kiyoshi Miyamoto [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Age: 18 [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Height: 5'8 [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Personality: Kind and family oriented, will always put his people before himself. He is strong-willed, and is very well-mannered. [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Likes: Children, Shrines, flowers, and water [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Dislikes: Droughts, the sight of death, physical pain, being disrespected. He also doesn't like bitter tasting foods and drinks. [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Role: The Dragon's Soulmate [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Position: Uke [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Other: Has a weak tolerance for alcohol. Enjoys a nice windy breeze in his face. [/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE]