darkSpyro

"this place, it eats at you, it grinds at you until your polished and shine, or are dust on the cold earth."

Dracolith, The city where genius and psychotics combine, but some here have power, Magic here is plentiful, the entire city is a shining flower with the citadel in the middle, This place however is separated from the world, here people of power gather, magic users, telekenetics, warriors, even the Psychos. if your ability is greater or different from the average human, or if your simply not human, your ushered here, no judgements, no discrimination, only monsters. Thats what the outside world sees, monsters, but inside there is hope, hope to live how you want to, hope to be who you want to be, with out the outside world trying to keep you down. Suspended high in the sky over the clouds, stands Dracolith. Welcome to my world.

there is but one problem, The greater instinct of greed and corruption, sell outs and thieves, there everywhere.

AREAS

the outer Ring: Farmlands, fertile soil and good crops, not much violence this is an area of peace. it is the seccond larges area.

The Crucible right inside from the Farmlands, the crucible is the warriors happy place, violence is constant but controlled as most warriors try to keep to their assorted codes of honor.

The Asylum. This is where Psychos tend to stay, (imagine borderlands psychos but like Krieg with some self control still in there) crazy, crafty, and vicious, Violence is tremendous around this area, but it is unlikely that you will be attacked randomly without cause, theft is almost non existant, as thieves avoid the area.


The slum, right outside the Citadel this is where most of the thieves and brothels exist, its where the poor and thoses just starting come, it is here where warriors are hardened for a tough life, where psychos Break there way into the ranks, where spell casters test there metal, Violence is rampant, and thievery is high, muggings happen daily

The citadel, Spell casters spend a lot of time int he libraries of the citadel, this is the main and largest part of Dracolith, this metropolis is sprawling with buildings, the middle and upper class citizens live here and law enforcement is everywhere, however corrupted government officials are always around and money is the final law and word here.


Commons (this is a circle outside the slums) this is where markets are where you can buy sell, really do anything here, it has average crime rates overall.


Classes and races: As long as I approve its all good

(TAKE NOTE here I present you a world, and I want you to take it and make it something new its a different type of rping style that im trying)

My character sheets

Name
age
race
gender
abilities or abnormalities
class/job (optional)
bio(optional)
other(optional)
appearence(optional)

Name: Torq (NAME CHANGE)
Age:21
Race:Human
Gender:Male
Abilities/abnormalities:He is a lunatic, absolutely crazy but he has a conscious and it keeps him from doing evil (MANY PSYCHOS HAVE THIS BUT IT IS NOT REQUIRED) he has pyrokenisis as well.
class: Psycho
Bio:He mentally snapped in normal society due to his time in war he is a veteran and even though he is a psycho now, the way he operates in combat shows that there is a method to his madness he has actually made a lot of friends, surprisingly so. he now wonders the circles doing whatever he chooses to do.
Other:If he does harm an innocent, he will die, he believes his conscious will kill him by snapping his brain stem if he does, he believes it so much that he will actually die. he defends his friends to the end, and will openly attack those he views as not innocent.

Appearence(also optinal):




I HAVE BUILT THIS WORLD< I WANT THE PLAYERS TO BUILD IT UP, IF YOU WANT MORE SECTIONS I WILL ADD THEM, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE EVERYTHING CAN BE BUILT.

Im so joining this. :3

Name: Maybell Lenin
age: 25
race: kid (Humanistic mostly with ram horns, ears and inhuman hair, skin and eye colors)
gender: Female
abilities or abnormalities: Her skeleton is much thicker then human bones giving her the ability to fall from higher places with minimal damage. She has horns. Shes not sure what they are good for other then head butting jerks. Her gold eyes allow her to see well in the dark.
class/job: Farmer
bio: She was in the farm lands to her parents who had moved to Dracolith. Her father had moved there with his wife who was pregnant and was forced to work in bars and various other places till he saved up enough to buy a small farm house just before Maybell was born. Gradually the little farm grew and as the land amount grew Maybell did too learning out to farm and garden. She grew up loving being around animals and on her 18th birthday her father gave her a small piece of land with a small house and a small barn with a few young animals to tend to and live off of. Being part ram she usually doesn't eat meats other then fish and eggs. After a year of living alone, her garden was full enough that she had to much and so she bought a small market space where she sells her produce. After a few weeks however other merchants started bullying her and wrecking her produce so her income isnt as good.
other: She tries really hard to help anyone and doesnt make a big deal if someone whose struggling asks for a free apple or something. She usually sings to herself when shes at home and has two pigmy rams named jack and jill that have lots of wool that she uses to make scarves for the cold seasons.
appearance:

There i posted my sheet. Now i just hope others join this.

OOC: I see the word "monster" and immediately think of joining, but it seems like your characters are meant to be more human than outright monster. How human is your character required to be?

Name: Drakograth
age: 500
race: Dragon
gender: Male
abilities or abnormalities: 60 ft high and 100 ft long Drakograth is a monstrous creature. he may not be the largest but he is among the deadly. He can breath a white flame that acts as napalm, and he is strong enough to lift 60 tons. However his immense strength is only capable to perform this for 10 minutes without break. He can shape-shift himself into a humanoid dragon that stands at 8 ft tall. With those that have dealt with Drakograth know that as long as one cell is still alive he will return. However the worse the wound the longer it takes to heal, this can range from a matter of seconds to 9 days. When flying he can under specific circumstances break the sound barrier but can only keep this speed for 60 seconds, the circumstances being as follows:
1. He cannot attain this speed outright.
2. He must already be flying.
3. He cannot be wounded.
4. While in this state he cannot perceive the world around him.
If he has someone to call loyal and a friend, in the event that someone close to him is injured so much so that they will die he can sacrifice half of his heart so that they may live.
class/job: N/A
bio: He has been around the block a couple times. He has seen things that would make other dragons afraid. Drakograth can use magic and does so at times. Mostly using the magics he knows to cause him to launch like a bullet in the sky, allowing him to break the sound barrier. The only real reason he does this is for show. The magic he knows is and old and powerful magic but useless in long bursts. The magic when used allows him three attributes:
1. Enhanced speed.
2. Enhanced strength.
3. Enhanced defense.
But again, he cannot use it for extended periods of time.
appearance: 60ft high/100ft long. He is midnight black with red pulses between his scales. His claws are neon red and pulsate with his heartbeat. He has five pairs of wings, one set is the main wings which are larger and used for flying. The other sets are used primarily for direction and balance. H sounds like Draco from Dragonheart. Because of his knowledge with magic he cursed himself to forever be unaffected by any outside magic or spells. He believes this is a curse because there are times were he needs the healing properties that some magic can provide.

Name: Monster
age: 10
race: Chimera (Black Mamba, Vampire Bat, Human)
gender: Male
abilities or abnormalities: Monster can see in 3 different sights:
1. Thermal
2. Echolocation
3. Sense of Thermal radiation
He has Enhanced strength, so much so that he can lift 40 tons without even trying. The reason behind that is the scientists that created him wanted to create a super weapon but didn't want to do it at their "surface" world labs. The scientists that built him didn't want a weapon that could tire out, thus they added in the effect that the longer he fight the stronger he becomes. He has an immense healing factor so extreme that he is constantly being healed by his body just so it can keep itself together "for now." Because he is the equivalent of a ten year old child he is considered to be very volatile.
class/job: N/A
bio: Monster was created by the citadel 5 days ago and since then escaped. He himself however is like an over grown puppy and will defend those he trusts and will never allow an "outsider" to harm them. In truth he was actually set lose upon Dracolith by orders of the citadel. their reason for letting lose a monster of his ability is to see if they can replace all law enforcement with more of him. If provided that monster proves controllable.

Name: Inferna Tenebris Ignis (Hells dark fire)
age: 60
race: Demon
gender: Male
abilities or abnormalities: Aciukinesis, Phobikinesis, Osteokinesis, Dermakinesis, Demonic possession
class/job: Mafia leader (Diabolica)
bio: Inferna is the leader of the mafia known as Diabolica. He owns the largest, cruelest, and most feared criminal organization on dracolith. He owns all of the slums and the entire undercity. Though the citadel has made him a wanted man, all assassins that have been sent after him have failed, and the bodies never seen again. in truth, he possess them to do his bidding which he only has them destroy their lives or worse. Inferna isn't one who people just willingly disobey. He has recently sent out some of his men to hunt down and kill both the leaders of the brodel, and the iron pauldrons. Inferna has owned the entirety of the slums and the undercity throughout his entire career. He taxes everyone and everything, even Mirax's guild foundation is taxed; he just doesn't see it. Inferna issued years ago for Mirax's entire family to be killed because they were lose strings and getting their noses in business they didn't belong. Inferna used his powers to create the cruelest, largest, and biggest faction in all of dracolith aside from the citadel. He is a calculated genius and only strikes when he feels the time is right. The citadel knows that when Inferna is enraged, to steer clear of the entire slums for a day or so. The last time they got in his business while he was angry, they had to get a new representative.
other: He is a zero tolerance kind of guy and if his men cant get the job done then he has no problem getting the job done himself.
appearance:

Name: Frank N. Stein
Age: 80 (looks 20)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Abilities or Abnormalities: Immortality (He cannot die by natural causes), and genius level intellect. (MAY ADD TO)
Class/Job: Ex-lead scientist for the citadel
Bio: At the age of 20 Frank was able to acquire immortality through gene splicing. He was hired by the citadel to commence the science division and create all sorts of creations for them. The most notable of his creations were the sweepers, and the magic detecting technology they use. The most used technology that the citadel possesses from Stein are the "Terraprobes." These probes are sent off via drops from dracolith and are sent down to the surface world were upon impact with magnetic polarity the area circumfrance is pulled up and out of the earth. Thats where the magnetic polarity kicks in allowing the earth to levitate up to dracolith and with the help of geokinesis users fuse the newly added earth to dracolith.
Other: He is actually a psycho who ascended his psychosis.
Appearance:

I dont think it has to be human at all Mugo. And Zartose love the icon ♥

(accepted all of you, but zartose, tone back the Dracograth a little bit, seems very op. and I love the concepts thus far guys )

Name: Mirax
age: 25
race: Elf
gender: Male
abilities or abnormalities: Since his birthblood is of Elven nature, Mirax has an extensive knowledge of magic and an even larger talent of using it. Though, now with his new transmutated body, he has immense strength that not even he knows the limits of yet. The transmutation spell has also increased his affinity with magic, making even forbidden spells easier to cast. The scales covering his body are as strong as steel, and being draconic in nature, he is completely immune to fire. It rolls off his skin like water.
class/job: Leader of the Iron Pauldren
bio: In the slums, you have to be tough, you have to have that cold, hard exterior to protect yourself from the dangers that lurk every day. What tougher than a dragon's scales? Mirax was born in the slums, a frail elf with nothing but an inclination to magic. He often stayed in his small apartment with his mother, trying his hardest to help his mother protect the very little they owned from thieves and the like. Mirax gained magical experience as well as knowledge to better defend, but it wasn't enough, one fateful night. A bloodied man burst into his home and demanded refuge, hiding as sounds came in through the hallway. More men rushed in, magical guns charged and ready, barraging the man in a shower of mystical bullets. Mirax had been out of sight, but his mother, she had seen everything, and the group of men knew. They shot her down, tying up loose ends, and left with the dead mans body. That broke Mirax, his rage intensifying his magic and blinding his logic. He spent days researching offencive and banned magics, attacking random passerby if they seemed to threaten him. One day, he found it, the spell he had needed that night, the spell he would need to take the lives of those who took his mothers. A transmutation spell, to change him into an almighty Dragon God. It failed though, leaving his body changed, but as humanoid, and not nearly as powerful as he had wished. Defeated, he took on violence of a random sort, ending up in fight clubs to wager his newly gained strength. He soon realized though, that his new powers should not be wasted, getting the idea to start a guild to protect those who cannot protect themselves. He now is the leader of a small guild called the Iron Pauldren, patrolling to clean up the slime of the slum.
other: As leader of the Iron, he tries very hard to be heard, and he has killed before.
appearence:

Name: Anezka
age: 17
race: Dallin
gender: Female
class/job: whittler/carpenter
bio: Anezka has followed Ales since a very young age, and has always understood his passion for their way of life. She, on the other hand, has always wanted to go beyond the reservation and the city of Dracolith, to find adventure anywhere.
appearence:

Name: Ales
age: 32
race: Dallin
gender: Male
class/job: Master Forgeman
bio: Ales was appointed by the leaders of Ladwi to investigate the frequent strangers who have been trespassing on their land, measuring the ground and breaking trees. He, and his apprentice, Anezka, found that the Citadel is planning to take their land to build a large resort for the relaxation of higher society. His goal is to go to the Citadel and change their minds, forcefully if he has to.
other: he is taller than normal, almost reaching three feet.
appearence:

The Dallin are a small race, both in stature and number. Adults usually stand about two feet tall and very lean. Their furs and general animal qualities vary immensely, and physically, it is very hard to tell male from female, other than clothing due to their typical genderless appearance. Because of their lean stature, they are not typically overly strong, but extremely agile. A Dallin with no extensive training can jump about 20 feet from a standing position and run fast enough to be hard to track with the naked eye.
Among the city of Dracolith, they own a reservation, called Ladwi, on the eastern border of the Farmlands. None of the foliage is touched there, making it seem like a sectioned off forest among the fields. Dallin tend not to leave their reservation, adhering to their own, military based culture. Because of their culture, they don't pay much mind to magical things, barely ever using magic unless a last resort. Among their constant training in their culture, they are also craftsmen of a high caliber. Some of the things Dallin build are highly sought for, and never break.

Name: Wren
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Guardian (basically a type of shapeshifter)
Abilities or abnormalities: Like most Guardians, she can transform into two creatures. In her case, she can become a wren, hence her name, or a gryphon. She also has absolutely no memory of her life.
Class/Job: Just guess. :3
Bio: Only a year ago, Wren woke up in Dracolith with no memory of her life. She didn't even know her own name, so she chose the nickname Wren after her newfound ability to transform into one. She later joined the Iron Pauldren.
Appearance: In human form, Wren stands at about five and a half feet tall. She has short, ragged brown hair and slightly tanned skin. She normally wears exercise pants and any type of shirt that is light and doesn't constrict her movements. In gryphon form, she looks like a normal gryphon, but slightly darker in color. In wren form, she is nearly indistinguishable from a normal wren.

Name: Kelum
Age: Approximately 23
Race: Spell-Eater
Gender: Male
Abilities or abnormalities: Resistant to magic. Great strength and speed. Spirit walk- Can step between the ethereal world and the living world, giving him the ability to seemingly teleport.
Class/job: Vanguard
Bio: Kelum was born deformed and ugly. His mother was horrified by his hideousness and sent him in the city, believing him a monster. He ended up in the swamps of asphodel that edge the crucible. There, the spirits healed his addled body and raised him. Two spirits, Araxon of the falling leaf and Demotarok patron of the edge, were especially important in his upbringing. He walks along the crucible, blessing those who are brave enough to enter the swamp.
other: Carries a large rapier and aspis shield with curtain. He carries a mound of supplies on his back.
appearance: Ash colored skin. His body is partially ethereal, giving him a ghost-like appearance. Inverted eye color (White pupils and black sclera). Sharp teeth and pointed ears. Long white hair. Around 7 ft. tall.

OCC: Zartose, I don't want to nit-pick at your character, but Drakograth's internal body temperature is 40,000 degrees Celsius which is around the temperature of the sun's surface. I'm assuming his body heat doesn't affect him, so that means that if anything breaches his skin, he will cause the atmosphere of the planet to catch on fire and wipe out all life. So, his regeneration ability really doesn't have any point because the planet wouldn't survive anything puncturing his skin.

Because this roleplay is totally rooted in actual physics.
It's being taken care of
Please don't double-post

(like I said Zartose, tone it back )

ALSO ACCEPTED)

OOC: fixed it.

OOC: @LegendofZelda That don't look like no elf I've ever seen.

Name: Leaf Cloud
age: 21
race: Ursor
gender: Male
abilities or abnormalities: His main ability is to smack the ground in front of him to create a field of earth which he can use in different ways. His abilities depend on the earth around him. A sandy terrain he can use to blind opponents with sand, a rocky terrain allows him to use rocks as projectiles. His favorite, however, is using a terrain with lots of leaves to conceal himself.
class/job: Pugilist
bio(optional): Leaf Cloud is a creature from a race of bear like creatures covered in brown fur except for their hands, feet and face, which are more human colored. His hands and feet are similar to that of humans, except shorter and wider, while his face is somewhat fleshy. They generally have a wrinkled bear nose and the jaw of a boar. There are tiny tusks coming out of their face as well, but they usually aren't big.
Leaf Cloud himself is a prisoner of the great city, forced into it for being a monster. He used to live in a small forest community where he enjoyed his life of hunting and spending time with his wife and kids. Now he has to deal with warriors in the Crucible. He's a fairly formidable fist fighter, but he almost lost his life a few times as he is susceptible to tricks.
other(optional): His personality is to be RPed. He's not a bad creature, though he's easy to tick off, and almost as easy to trick as well. Deep down, he wants freedom most of all.
appearance(optional): Upon coming to the great city, he was stripped of his blue shirt with a brown hunting strap around him. They tend to wear thick and strong clothing, but when he came to Dracolith, he was outfitted with a heavy sleeveless raiment instead: black and brown, padding everywhere, also comes with a padded fauld as well.

Again, dont doube post joker...
And read the bio, you'll understand why he is considered elf

OCC: This is joker's role play. Shouldn't he be be the one making rules like that?

AND the reason I pointed that out, is because his character sheet used a lot of numbers to establish a point; like using his fire for a shirt period of time, a minute lifting 50,000 pounds and such. If his characters feats are going to have real grounds, then they probably have a real point in the role play. I assumed that if his internal body heat was specified, he wanted that to effect the role play. So wanted him to know the real-world ramifications.

AND you seem a little snippy. Don't be so rude to people.

Calm down guys Its just a role play. Please dont get under eachothers skin over little things that are so easily fixed. We are all friends here so lets act as such.

(ACCEPTED)

not technically. when i created drakograth i took into consideration the OPness of the internal body temperature, which is why i gave him the common grounds that his external body temperature is only 98 degrees Fahrenheit or its equivalent in celsius. his internal body temperature when i created him could not in any way affect the role play he is apart of.

I also believe that you did that, zartose, because you are used to the specific stats from Dungeons & Dragons. Out makes sense that you'd want to specify, but this is a much more lenient set-up. No need for numbers, since none else is using then. It will end up as a confusing debacle. So let's stop fusing.

And yes, i had an attitude because, seriously, it's a roleplay online. There's no reason to be so technical.
Mod powers. *Poof*

yall gotta just take it a notch back, story girl is right, were all friends here so chill yall.))

at least someone isnt ignoring me. Geeze. Theres no point in fighting over how a person designs their character.

I never try to ignore anyone so were all good right?

ALSO give or take, we might start soon, if more people want to enter it wont be hard for them to enter being this is an open world, so spread it around if yall want, we will see how this goes

Ooc: I may join, I just need to think of a character

I have to work late tonight so if you start please dont leave me behind :?

Like I said give or take, and yes pwnage, yes you can ill probably wait till either tommorow or the next day depending.

∑ we begin))

The city was bustling, the farm lands were green and this day seemed like the rest, Dracolith, the gem in the sky, in the asylum Psychos raved and kept something akin to peace between themselves and clan, in the crucible fighters fought to win honour in the farm lands farmers grew great bounties, and the Citadel, where magic spread out from there and touched every part of dracolith coating all but the slums in its delicate blue light, the slums however the building were stacked on top of eachother violence was constant and the market just beside it was thriving. No one could understand the difference but those who lived there, but between the rings stood a man from the asylum, he wandered the circles and was waiting for one of his many allys to come by, his name was Torq. and he was a Psycho but he was of little total importance, between the slums and the market place, where was the law, or the iron Pauldron, where was the security for the farmlands, and the respect between merchants...


Torq was sitting on one of the bridges that linked the market to the slums he mumbled to himself "Where are the people that make my soul so warm?"

Drakograth was flying the sky in search of his child and mate when he was shot in the wing by harpoon. he tumbled out of the sky like a meteor and crashed into 4 merchant shops and completely decimated the walkways before he stopped. "YES! YEAH I GOT HIM! DID YOU GUYS SEE THAT!" a voice gawking at its first catch of the day. drakograth unrolled himself and reformed his broken bones and twisted joints. "who did that... who shot me out of the sky..." he hissed with anger and slight pain. the man who shot him down pulled out a longsword that glowed blue with magic and began walking toward drakograth. "it dont matter who shot you out, it only matters that he becomes rich off of your unkown hide." he smirked as he eyed the dragon. "you'll have to kill me." drakorath snorted back at the little man. "oh... with this blade... trust me i intend to take every last scale off your hide."

Inside the crucible, warriors were waiting for their next match. The next round would be a team event where two teams of several warriors would go out and fight, usually to the death. One particular warrior has been there for a while, and was currently looking down at the ground. He seemed to be thinking to himself about something, and he would constantly blurt out "I just want to see my family again," more than one time. He was a rather large creature resembling a bear. Although particularly big, he seemed a bit depressed, and a little less than intimidating. Right now, he was just waiting to be sorted into a team.

Maybell had left her home for the market long before the sky lit up on that day and had stocked her small stall with fresh produce like always. She had sat in peace for most of the morning. She sat and hummed quietly her ears twitching occasionally from the chatter of those who filled the streets. After what seemed like a long while she was startled by the sudden fire of a harpoon followed after by a few stalls next to hers get destroyed. She got up and looked in awe at the dragon then saw the man who was going to kill him and she quickly left her stall running over pushing through the crowd and past the man with the sword standing between them. "Stop! What are you doing?!" She cried spreading her arms defensively in favor of the dragon. "I wont let you kill this dragon! Its not right!" She pleaded. She hated poachers and hunters.
Her gold eyes flicked back to the injured dragon for a moment and then back to the man. "Please sir... You have injured others here in the market as well by shooting down this dragon. Please leave him be..."

Wren shook out her brown hair as she raced to the market. She rushed up to one of the market stalls and took out a coin. "Couple more of those carrots, please," she asked. The merchant took the coin from her, and after inspecting it in the light, gave her a bag. She checked inside, counting the produce in her head, and gave a nod.

All of a sudden, something came crashing down right beside her. The merchant was scrambling from the wreckage of his stall with a couple of cuts and splinters. Unconsiously, Wren felt the urge to transform. Her skin became covered in a mix of feathers and fur, and a leonine tail sprouted from her rear end. Her nose and mouth became a beak, and her back was now home to two eagle wings. She fully changed into a gryphon, and roared at the dragon who dared land on a poor merchant's stall.

Except, as Wren got closer, she saw the harpoon and the dragon hunters. "Now," she growled, "why would you even think of bringing down a dragon on a market, you half-hearts?"

Torq saw the dragon go down and sprinted to the market place, when he got there people were freaking out already, with the inclusion of a psycho it didnt help much but he had been a common sight for long enough not to cause too much issue, as he saw the harpoon and the poachers his head twitched a bit he looked at the poachers and his buzz saw axe started spinning "CLEAN UP ON ISLE POACHER" his psychoticism made it obvious what he was "PUT YOUR GLOW STICK AWAY OR ILL CHOP YOU INTO MEAT PIE AND SERVE" he twitched a bit more and walked towards the hunter. (Zartose you made the situation ill let you DM this bit out)

Maybell went wide eyed as a psycho entered the situation and took a small step back lowering her arms though feeling as if he would cause no harm. She turned to the dragon kneeling down and looking him in the eye. "Are you alright? Im Maybell.. Let-" Her speech stopped for a moment as a few of the neighboring stalls collapsed from the damage crushing hers with them. She watched it happen sorrow filling her eyes but she shook it off and returned her gaze to the Psycho for a brief moment then back to the dragon. "let me help you.. I have a small farm not to far from here." She said her voice was kind and caring.

Kelum looks off into the distance, not too far from the edge of the crucible a confrontation was happening. "Something is going on in the markets..." He makes his way swifty, compelled by the presence of conflict.

"Huh?" apparently "manbearpig" heard the commotion too. He was tempted to leave the arena to see what it was, but he had a match soon. Would it be right for him to leave. Eventually he decided to try and leave. One of the guards tried to stop him before he went too far.

"Excuse me, Leaf Cloud," the Guard called out, referring to the creature as Leaf Cloud. "A match is about to start. Combatants are not allowed to leave the arena."

"Ahhh, it will just be a minute, alright?" Leaf Cloud said. "I'll be back in time for my match, just let me see what's outside."

"NO!" the guard shouted. "Combatants can NOT leave!"

"Look, I don't even want to be here," Leaf Cloud whined. "I just want to be with my family, and it's not like I'm even going out to see them from miles away. You're telling me I can't even have one moment of fresh air from this giant rust-bucket!?"

"There are rules that you must follow," the guard stated.

"Screw the rules!" Leaf Cloud shouted.

Leaf Cloud then pushed the guard aside and rushed out of the arena. He knew nothing good would come of what he was doing, but he didn't care. He didn't want to fight any longer, and he has his heart set on finding out what the heck was going on. Eventually, he appeared at the area with the dragon and everyone else.

"I'm extremely sorry miss... but my dragon isn't going anywhere." before anyone else could interfere he pulled out an orb of the same blue hue, and crushed it in his hand. upon its destruction it created a dome of pure energy around a diameter of 200 feet. pushing away those bystanders ands trapping the girl, the dragon, and him and his cronies 5 of them with the same colored sword. "now little girl, that's my dragon and I need him to help feed my children. HAHAHAHA!" he took a step closer to the dragon.

Drakograth stood up as tall as he could, about 25 feet and he looked down at the group of poachers and spoke; "Back away all of you... you have cost this market a lot of expensises. I demand that you hand over all your money to this one here." as he pointed to the kind hearted girl. "you have 1 minute to comply."

A dull morning. Sure the sunrise was nice to look at, but that was something that could barely be seen peacefully in the slums. It had only been two hours since the beginning of patrol and heads were already being busted. A few muggers that were creeping the darker alleys, an armed man holding someone up for the little amount of cash they had. He isn't "armed" anymore, if you catch my drift, but it was still an ordeal. His blood was still stuck under Mirax's claws, and he paced the streets slowly, picking the mess out.
A dull morning. More jack-holes thinking they have the right to screw with other people's lives.
Wren bolted by him later, he had been up for about four or five hours now. Poor empty-headed kid, doesn't even know what exactly she is. Maybe it was a good thing that he let her join the Iron. Great way to find yourself while your smashin' in a crooks skull. She probably didn't even notice him as she flew past. Oh well. She's got the right idea, its drawing close to breakfast time anyways.
Keep pace, no need to rush, even though his stomach was yelling at him. There were still alleyways to clear, houses to check on to make sure fella's stay alive. He went the direction of the bridge though, why not a pit-stop for a bite of meat and a swig of mead.
Thats when he heard it, when he saw it. A giant mass falling to the city, headed for the market. Tar maybe? A stone? No, there were wings, talons, a head. That was a dragon. A heavy one at that, hearing and feeling the thud ripple through the city streets. That was no normal crash.
Mirax quickened his pace, questions filling his mind to the brim, worry quickly overflowing it. Wren was in the market, dammit, she could be right in the middle of this. People started to step out of their homes, crime seemingly frozen for only this moment. Everyone was curious about that shockwave over the bridge.
Mirax was at a sprint now, bridge in sight and dust showing him where to go after. A twinge went off in his neck, same time a flash of blue light flickered through the sky and coated the area in a dome. He could feel the magical energies, their ripple in the air. Poacher magic. He was across the bridge and making it close to the dome now. Damn, the dragon was in sight now, enormous and jet black, surrounded by five idiot and a dame with ram horns. She didn't seem to be with em, so he wouldn't need to break those pretty little horns off. There was also a Psycho twitching around. Damn, those guys gave him the creeps. What was he doing outside of Asylum anyways.
Mirax slammed his fists together as he neared the dome, activating magic spells without words or signs. His fists and arms became coated in a shimmering green flame, and his feet picked up speed into a sprint. A crowd surrounded the dome. stupid people, there's about to be a fight but you want to put yourself in harms way just to watch. "Hey! Move it!" He shouted, reeling back his fist, ready to strike as he picked up speed. The bystanders jumped, scrambling out of the way just barely as he slammed full-force into the magical wall, both fists hitting it with an impact to break a dragon's leg. The spot on the shield waved for a moment, tearing open as Mirax bolted in, then quickly zipping itself shut again.
He screeched to a halt, his body steaming with magical essence, his arms still coated in those wicked flames. "What the hell is going on here." He growled, glaring at the leader of the poachers.

the poachers turned their heads and looked at the intruder immediately knowing who he was. "we are just trying to get our money from the dragon. he stole it from us an d we want it back." the main poacher pulled out a syringe from his back pocket and stabbed it into his back. he continued to defend his case by using insults. "Mirax... have you seen your mother lately?" a twisted grin came about upon his face. "you know its not your place to get involved in other peoples business, that how you make enemies."

"Looks like you asked for it, then!" Wren reared up so her eagle talons were clearly visible. "One last chance: Either make up for the trouble you've caused, release the dragon, and repay the people at the market who you've injured and crushed, or you'll be sorry that you didn't."

OOC: Joining if thats okay :3

Name: Bohumir
Age: 40
Race: Dallin
Gender: Male
abilities or abnormalities: cybernetics, deadeye accuracy
class/job: hes a vigilante drunk
bio: Bohumir was banished from his village of Ladwi, when he killed another squad member, he believes the member he killed was planning on killing Ales and pinning the blame on him. No one believed him, no one listened he also had evidence that he killed others and got away with it like his brother Magerr. He never figured out why he did it though and is searching for the reasons why in the slums, while living a vigilante life.
Other: Credit to Silverfox5213 for art
appearance:

Name: Lila Mae Lee
Age: 26
Race: 3/4 Human 1/4 demon
Gender: Female
abilities or abnormalities: abnormally nice (?) no known powers from her demon side yet, or any visual signs shes demon
Class/job: (if okay with Joker!) The messenger for Dracolith mostly the Citadel and Slums. She delivers secret intelligence and general news, they hired her because of her lack of a 'sense of danger'. She is friendly to everyone and neutral about most everything pertaining to her job.
Bio: Lila is a young girl from the country, her father was half demon and mother full human. Her mother flooded her eyes with silly fairy tales of love and dreams before she died when Lila was 12. Lila's head still filled with fairy tales she dreams of love and is a hopeless romantic, wanting to be swooped off her feet but a handsome man. She kept a love for girly things as she grew and a wanderlust deep inside her took over at age 19 when she left home. She went to the Citadel looking for a job. After failed and failed attempt a stranger came to her and offered her a job, fast paced and people oriented, she jumped at it. She didnt care that she wasnt allowed to know anything, anyones actual name or how the pay ended up in her mail box every other week, she just knew she was happy. Sometimes it got dangerous but she was never involved and she knew everyone and was kind to everyone.
other: Credit to Monokroe on DA where credit belongs. She rides a lavender vespa.
appearance:

(still working on the last character)
Name: Hathor Nephthys
Age: 28
Race: presumably human, only the Citadel knows what she is
Gender: Female
abilities or abnormalities:
class/job: She is a mercenary working at a brothel as an undercover way to kill her victims.
Bio: She was trained since she was 10 to be a mercenary for the Citadel (if okay with joker) after being created by them and raised and educated by them. They saw potential in her and was hand picked out of 40 other young girls, and was sent out top of her group in each category. They named her after the goddess of love and goddess that watches over the dead.
Other: Credit to Clover Teapot for art.
Appearance:

Maybell had stood her ground between the dragon and the poachers as when the main one stepped closer she moved her hand under a fold in her gown grabbing the hilt of her fathers sword preparing to fight till someone else entered the dome. She listened quietly then looked at the main poacher. "Are you serious?! This dragon did nothing of the sort and your claiming he stole from you?!" She looked at the new comer. "These men shot this poor creature out of the skies and destroyed many of the stalls in doing so." She explained. "They want to cut him up and sell him for parts and i wont stand for it" She said glaring at the poachers. She had let go of the sword hidden in her gown and managed to get a good sized rock in her hand which after a few moments she chucked it at the main poachers head still standing between the poachers and the dragon she was now determined to protect.

(ALLACCEPTED)

The pyscho started smashing his axe against the barrier cracking it but not penetrating his skin started smoking and flicks of embers fell from his chest as he eventually lit himself alight "ILL SPLIT MY RAGE INTO YOUR CAGE "PAAAAAAY THE PRETTY LAYDAAAAAAY" he saw mirax people thought psychos were only xrazed manics but in torqs mind "he's the iron pauldrons leader... might be able to do some good if we can talk t him..." but outside "HELP THE METAL SHOULDER OF JUSTICE!"

Leaf Cloud stood behind and watched. He was unsure what to think, as he didn't even know who this dragon was or if what anyone was saying was true. All he knew for sure was that he had no money. "I don't mean to side against the dragon, but do we know for sure he didn't steal anyone's money?" Leaf Cloud asked. "Around my old village, Dragons were notorious for hoarding money. one day we found a dragon sleeping a cave who had a whole mountain of gold almost touching the ceiling of the cave."

Kelum finds the group seperated by a large force field and tilts his head, "What is this?" He trudges up to Leaf Cloud, "What is happening here?"

"Apparently this dragon is here and others are demanding money from the dragon," Leaf Cloud said. "I just got here, so others could probably explain it better than me."

The psycho seeing the futility of what he was doing put his axe away and the fire died off of his shoulders, he stepped back his eyes looking around in his head "gotta be a better way to do this" he didnt speak though, he backed up and almost backed into kelum and leaf. and something peculiarly sane came out of his mouth "what to do, what to do..."

They brought up his mother. Those bastards. If they knew what happened to his mother than they must be with them. The mob... And it was only right to kill them where they stood.
Mirax shook his head slowly, a twisted smile cracking across his scaly face. He heard someone say "Beware the grin!" with uncomfortable murmurs following. Good, his influence was known outside the slums, rumors must be going around about how he gets when someone pisses him off. His knuckles cracked audibly as he clenched his hands into fists. "You just crossed the line, buddy." His flames intensified, the cursed hellfire flickering on his body increasing the heat in the dome. "You want to skin him, you gotta kill me first." he growled.