✧ ⸻ [ charles melton, cis man, he / him ] ; congratulations on surviving the parapet, cadet NIKOLAI MONROE, and welcome to the riders quadrant ! at TWENTY SIX years old, you should know exactly what it takes to make it to graduation, especially being so PERSISTENT and FORMIDABLE. though, i do suppose your tendencies to be OVERCONFIDENT and FLIPPANT may make it hard to survive until threshing. other cadets say you remind them of a stubborn act of defiance in the face of leadership, a tongue as sharp as one’s wit, and the dark swirl of a relic along your arm marking you for a parent’s actions, but we’ll have to see how true that is. remember: if you want a dragon — earn one. ╱ andie, 24, she/her, est.
BASICS.
full name. nikolai tynan monroe .
age. twenty six .
abilities. none, yet .
residence. riders quadrant .
status. single ; unattached .
parents. michiel monroe ( father, deceased ) & kendra monroe ( mother, deceased ) .
siblings. twin brother .
dragon. none, yet .
languages spoken. the common tongue .
allegiance. riders quadrant .
APPEARANCE.
hair. black, curly and always mildly disheveled .
eyes. dark brown .
height. six foot three .
scars. none of note .
relics. the swirling, dark black rebellion relic that covers from his right wrist all the way up his right arm to just under his jaw .
MISCELLANEOUS.
position. first year cadet .
strengths. persistent, formidable, perceptive .
weaknesses. overconfident, flippant, enigmatic .
aesthetic. a stubborn act of defiance in the face of leadership, a tongue as sharp as one’s wit, and the dark swirl of a relic along your arm marking you for a parent’s actions .
BIOGRAPHY.
your parents had never truly been inclined to have children, or so its what they'd told anyone who dared to ask. how could they want to bring children into a land that could not support them, or a king that did not extend the same kindnesses he boasted of ? how could they ? and yet they did, your mother falling pregnant with not one child but two. and you had to wonder if she'd come to resent you for it, for the strain it put on her slow defiance against the crown.
you and your brother grow up inseparable, perhaps because it was more difficult to discern between you apart than it was when you were together. or maybe in spite of that fact. but he is your other half, and trouble so often came in pairs, when you two were involved, not that you would have it any other way.
you are barely the age of conscription when the rebellion reaches its head, when your uncertainty toward the rest of navarre bleeds to distrust into flat out loathing. you're old enough to understand your mother's motives, to see why she fought so hard for her family, for your people. and they force you to watch when they kill her for it. loyalty is a cherished trait, only so long as your loyalty is to the right person.
and then you are marked with that damning relic, the one that ensures everyone knows that your mother had been nothing more than a traitor. you are nothing more than the son of a traitor, a traitor by association and until the day you die. it's why you wait until the very last year, the last possible moment, to conscribe, to join the ranks of the people who tore apart your family. to be forced to give your life for a cause you don't believe in. they expect you to die in there, but you're about to show them just how capable you are of living.
YOU WERE A GOOD PERSON AND YOU DID NOTHING WRONG. BUT TRAGEDY DOESN'T CARE ABOUT THAT.
✧ ⸻ [ oliver jackson-cohen, cis-male, he/him ] ; oh, there you are, professor MATTHIAS KRAUSZ ! isn’t your HISTORY class supposed to be starting soon ? at THIRTY SIX years old, and with the notable signet of CHLOROKINESIS, you’re a real master at what you do. hopefully your female GREEN DAGGERTAIL dragon, NETTA, doesn’t mind biding their time while you’re busy with classes throughout the day. the cadets and the riders really enjoy your MAGNANIMOUS and BENEVOLENT tendencies, but the other staff members know just how VINDICTIVE and ERRATIC you can really be. some say you remind them of the sun never setting on a war never ending, you did something terrible because you could, a weight digging grooves into your shoulders, but it’s hard to say for certain. ╱ nimah, 24, they/them, nzst.
every man i write is sad and tragic and this is your forewarning.
matthias was from a family of rebels but frankly, too much of a loser to join them. something something coward complex, fear of history vs hatred of monarchy.
(mamma mia voice) the history book on the shelf is always repeating itself
briefly served time in the infantry and frankly, hated every moment of it. went for The Most Passive dragon known to humankind. eventually left with permission to become a teacher in his hometown until the civil war properly broke out.
continuously avoided anything to do with said rebellion until soldiers showed up on his doorstep to accuse him of being part of the rebellion and in an act of cowardice (absolute self-preservation) dropped his cousins name to get out of being executed which lead to a domino effect of everyone in his immediate and parts of extended family, being executed for rebellion.
for his participation in assisting in finding rebels, matthias was offered a cushy job as the history professor at basgiath.
wanted connections: begging for someone who happens to be from the same town/area as him and knows what he did!!!! accuse this man of killing his family i am begging.
friends, slow-burn, begging for a good mentor-mentee with a student give him one moment of feeling like a good person.
oh, there you are, professor STELLA LANDYN ! isn’t your SPARRING class supposed to be starting soon ? at THIRTY FIVE years old, and with the notable signet of PORTAL CREATION, you’re a real master at what you do. hopefully your female ORANGE DAGGERTAIL dragon, LEVIDE, doesn’t mind biding their time while you’re busy with classes throughout the day. the cadets and the riders really enjoy your RESISLIENT and UNWAVERING tendencies, but the other staff members know just how CALLOUS and MOODY you can really be. some say you remind them of crawling towards a distant horizon, the feeling of weightlessly falling, waves crashing against a rocky shore, but it’s hard to say for certain.
BASICS .
full name. stella landyn.
age. thirty five.
current location. rider's quadrant.
status. single, unattached.
orientation. bisexual, biromantic.
siblings. erebus landyn, twin brother, general.
signet. portal creation; she can create a hole in the universe, connecting two non adjacent locations, typically they appear in circular shapes that vary in size. this ability allows her to hold open one for a period of time, however the strain over time wears on her like fatigue and can cause unconsciousness, trapping others on the other side. typically must be able to picture the place in which she wants to portal to, otherwise in states of fear or panic she may open a portal to somewhere unintended. stella is able to use this ability in battle, moving her and levide through a fight or opening a rapid fire portal before an enemy.
dragon. levide ; an orange daggertail female. she has had four other previous riders.
APPEARANCE .
hair color. brown .
eye color. dark brown
height. 5'10 | 178 cm.
scars. nothing physical, but if you look into that head... phew.
style. most often seen in training attire fit for the sparring classes that she leads, hair swept back to keep it out of hassle, in various shades of orange and red when not in classroom attire to match with levide. a pocketwatch that erebus gifted her soon after their appointment to the school.
MISCELLANEOUS .
alignment. neutral neutral .
strengths. resilient, unwavering, steadfast.
weaknesses. callous, moody, temperamental.
aesthetic. crawling towards a distant horizon, the feeling of weightlessly falling, waves crashing against a rocky shore.
song inspiration. dial drunk ( noah kahan ), salvation ( christabelle marbun ), love me more ( mitski ) .
BIOGRAPHY
there is no room for tenderhearted girlhood within the landyn home, only space for strict structure and lessons, erebus is meant for something grander and stella is faithful other half. their father deems her weak, she will be nothing but baggage for the other boy for the rest of their lives, and stella vows in her mind to never allow that prediction to come to fruition. every step erebus has made, stella was not far behind, with their hearts and breaths in sync. the first moment she free falls through a portal, body heavy and limp as the ground comes racing towards her at an unforgiving pace, it is him that slows her descent till levide can catch her. they do not speak of it, but it feels like a cycle broken. a promise fulfilled.
stella landyn is a sparring professor at basgiath war college, known throughout students to be unforgiving with her training and lessons as she aims to teach riders that will survive despite all the odds. she is at times callous, and prone to moody periods that may place her on a warpath. however, she places her faith in the students, and if someone is willing to dedicate themselves than she will match it tenfold. has a complicated, conflicted notion of ' the ends justify the means ' due to their upbringing.
✧ ⸻ [ evan roderick, cis man, he / him ] ; welcome back to the riders quadrant, AEDRYN SOPHMIR, we’re so glad to see you’ve survived for your THIRD YEAR ! you may be TWENTY SIX years old, but it’s your signet of DEATH SENSE, and your proclivity for being SHREWD and FLIRTATIOUS, that let you get this far. i see you’re just as GUARDED and OBSTINATE as you were before, rider. your dragon is the female, BLUE CLUBTAIL dragon named YLDRI, right ? rumor among the riders is that you remind them of gloves made of dragon scales always worn on your hands, a charmed smile offered to anyone who may fall prey, & a crown that is your birthright as much as it is a death sentence, but who takes stock in that ? do try to stay in line, won’t you ? ╱ andie, 24, she / her, est.
BASICS.
full name. aedryn callum sophmir .
age. twenty six .
abilities. death sense ; a tactile ability, he has the ability to touch a person and see how they're going to die, requires skin to skin and active channeling but he wears gloves to prevent it anyway .
residence. riders quadrant .
status. single ; unattached .
parents. king oisin sophmir ( father ) & queen nerida sophmir ( mother ) .
dragon. yldriaenoch ' yldri ' ; a female blue clubtail, as loyal as she is fierce, and every bit a dragon equipped for war, she very strong, which means that when he channels his signet it can be overwhelming .
languages spoken. the common tongue .
allegiance. riders quadrant .
APPEARANCE.
hair. sandy blonde, sheered short on the sides but longer on top, always pushed back .
eyes. light blue .
height. six foot one .
scars. minor ones scattered along his arms from sparring practice and years of training, but all inconsequential .
relics. a blue dragon that snakes around his right bicep .
MISCELLANEOUS.
position. third year, section leader ( first wing, flame section ) .
aesthetic. gloves made of dragon scales always worn on your hands, a charmed smile offered to anyone who may fall prey, & a crown that is your birthright as much as it is a death sentence .
BIOGRAPHY.
you are not the first born, and the crown you are born to wear is that of the spare. the back - up plan, should something ever happen to your brother. you spend half of your life praying to zihnal, the god of luck, that nothing ever does. but luck has never quite been on your side, now has it ? for years it is, of course, and your childhood is all propriety and life among the finest of navarre's forces. your father was a rider, like his father before him, and so of course it's expected for you and your brother to follow in his footsteps.
you are no stranger to the rebellion, to conversations you should not be privy too and yet you are, and you watch it all unfolds like a tragedy you cannot tear your eyes away from. your brother is three years your senior, and he is a third year when the rebellion peaks, more aware of what goes on in battle brief than your father dares to let you overhear. he is a third year that is called battle; a rider, a prince, that dies in it.
you become a cadet in the riders quadrant the next year with a newfound weight upon your shoulders. now, surviving the quadrant isn't just a hope, it is a necessity. your parents bore no other heirs, and the future of the kingdom relies on your ability to graduate from the very place that ripped your life upside down. expectation you have no choice but to succeed in.
you've spent your whole life training for this, so it's no wonder that you come to succeed in the quadrant; undefeated on the sparring mat, one of the fastest times on the gauntlet. you don't just survive, you excel, you channel all that grief you have no way to tap into and it drives you on. perhaps it's why yldri chooses you on threshing, the way she sees the power that you are born with, the power you could hold for the future.
your peers earn signets powerful in battle, brutal and unyielding, and yet when yours manifests you have to wonder if the gods are punishing you when you touch the face of the lover you'd invited into your bed, when you can see the way her body crumples on the rocky face of the mountains from losing her seat on her dragon. when it comes true, three weeks later. though most of it is brought on at will, letting your walls down only proves to make it easier for the magic to flow.
at the urging of your father and the wielding professor, dragon scale gloves are made for you to wear every waking hour. if you cannot touch, you cannot see. you've worn them every day since, and they've not impaired your ability to be the perfect asset to your wing. it makes you guarded, though your reputation of flirting and charming your way into the hearts and beds of many is not made impossible, either, but you never let anyone get close — you can't live with the knowing and not being able to do anything. cruel, of the gods, to give you an ability that you could've used in desperate attempt to save your brother, if only you'd conscribed sooner.
staying safe at your post in the NORTH, aren’t you, VICTOR CALSTONE ?
though i would think that being an FORTY FIVE year old COMMANDER with the signet of LIGHTNING makes that a pretty easy task.
i’m sure it helps that HEMLOCK, your female BLUE MORNINGSTAR TAIL dragon, is doing their duty patrolling our borders !
the other riders stationed at your post say your RESERVED and DEDICATED traits are a real benefit, but the fact that you’re so INDEPENDENT and CALCULATING is a real pain in the ass.
does anyone else think you’re reminiscent of the sound of heavy rain on a metal roof, the eerie sense of calm at dawn, a sense of always being watched in a crowded room, or is it just that dragon of yours ?
BASICS .
full name. victor calstone.
age. forty five.
current location. the northern border.
status. unmarried.
orientation. bisexual, biromantic.
siblings. younger sister ( deceased. )
signet. lightning manipulation; he can create, shape, and manipulate lightning by exciting and charging the particles in the air at great heights. this power is hard to control and unstable at times, however he has a well controlled handle on it. weaknesses include being underwater, or unable to access direct air flow.
dragon. hemlock ; a blue morningstar tail, she has had two other previous riders.
APPEARANCE .
hair color. brown .
eye color. dark brown
height. 6'4 | 193 cm .
scars. multiple burn marks from misfired lightning that trace along his biceps.
style. dark colors that are closely tailored to fit his body. layers that are easy to peel off when needed but will also maintain body warmth when flying high where the air is harsher with hemlock. always has a chain and locket tucked beneath his clothing.
MISCELLANEOUS .
alignment. neutral good .
strengths. reserved, devoted, loyal, dedicated.
weaknesses. self sacrificing. independent. calculating.
aesthetic. the sound of heavy rain on a metal roof, the eerie sense of calm at dawn, a sense of always being watched in a crowded room.
song inspiration. run boy run ( woodkid ), working for the knife ( mitski ), arms tonite ( mother mother ) , work song ( hozier ).
BIOGRAPHY
victor calstone was born unremarkable., after all, not all men are born with greatness imbued within their veins. some are instead given oppurtunity to gather a legacy for themselves. -- and no one truly cares about the life of a war hero before the war, do they? who asks for the boy that he was before he shed that first drop of blood in the name of a greater force? who weeps for the man that exists before tragedy comes to collect it's toll? who recalls the name of a sister that is lost to the parapet long after the storyteller has left town?
victor calstone is a man that has lived far past than most have expected. he leads an unflinching force in the northern lines, with little room for cowards - hesitation means death, and a dead rider is nothing but a wasted resource to him. another soul lost for attempting to garner power that they were never meant for.
✧ ⸻ [ kieron moore, cis male, he/him] ; welcome back to the rider’s quadrant, DONNACHA BRADLEY, we’re so glad to see you’ve survived for your THIRD YEAR ! you may be TWENTY-FIVE years old, but it’s your signet of CRYOKINESIS, and your proclivity for being STEADFAST and CUNNING that let you get this far. i see you’re just as INTENSE and JUDGEMENTAL as you were before, rider. your dragon is the female, ORANGE SWORDTAIL dragon named EIMEAR, right ? rumor among the riders is that you remind them of the first frost of the winter stuck in your hair, the crackle of a fire, and yellowed vintage maps, but who takes stock in that ? do try to stay in line, won’t you ? ╱
OVERVIEW ;
full name: donnacha joseph bradley
nickname(s): don ( only those who are close to him )
age: twenty-five
sexuality: bisexual
family: tadhg bradley ( father ), charlotte bradley ( mother ), sister ( wanted connection )
occupation: wingleader for the second wing, dragon rider
signet: cryokinesis ( ability to control and create ice/cold temperatures ) bonded dragon: orange swordtail eimear
PHYSICAL ;
face claim: kieron moore
height: 6'1
eye color: hazel
hair color: brown
tattoos: fine line, geometry, see pinterest
PERSONALITY ;
positive traits: steadfast, cunning, determined
negative traits: intense, judgemental, arrogant
character parallels: matthias helvar ( six of crows ), alexander lightwood ( shadowhunters ), damon salvatore ( the vampire diaries )
BRIEF HISTORY ;
born as the first and only son to the bradley family, donnacha has always had high expectations placed upon him
he comes from a family of dragon riders, all high in rank, did absurdly well in their first years and created a reputation for the bradley family
so when it was his turn to join the quadrant, donnacha refused to disappoint
he crossed the parapet in almost record time, succeeded in all challenges and classes, and managed to bond with one of the most finicky dragons.
he also was known to be ruthless, he never actually k worded anyone, but he got very close ( instructors told them all to tap out )
so going into his second year, he tried even harder. he was a total teacher's pet but not in an annoying way. he was for sure one of the favorites.
that all led to him being a wingleader in his third year in second wing
as a wingleader, he's not super uptight, but when it's time for formation he expects the very best out of his people. he trusts his squad leaders to do what they should be ( if don gets involved a lot of the times it's because someone fucked up somewhere )
TLDR ;
donnacha is a legacy dragon rider who's second wing's wingleader. he can be ruthless in any sparring/battlefield environment. he's not a very warm person that has lots of layers ( shrek basically ).
WANTED CONNECTIONS ;
people that he knows from first year: i imagine this group is very close because they've all made it this far. don leans on them for a lot of support sometimes !
people that he may/may not have made enemies with: this could be from any year, but i can see the most being from first year
hookups: don doesn't have a lot of these, but they may have had a one night stand in the past. they can either be chill or awkward !
second wing: these people are HIS people. he would quite literally d*e for them
first years: maybe these people are new and see him and look up to him ? he's gonna be a dick at first sorry
his sister: this is my formal request for someone to take up his sister frfr
✧ ⸻ [ jonathan daviss, cis male, he/him ] ; congratulations on surviving the parapet, cadet LUCIEN NICHOLS, and welcome to the rider’s quadrant ! at TWENTY-THREE years old, you should know exactly what it takes to make it to graduation, especially being so RESILIENT and SELFLESS. though, i do suppose your tendencies to be OVERANALYTICAL and DISTANT may make it hard to survive until threshing. other cadets say you remind them of your heart skipping a beat when you miss a step, talking too fast when you’re excited, and love persevering through grief, but we’ll have to see how true that is. remember: if you want a dragon — earn one. ╱
OVERVIEW ;
full name: lucien patrick nichols
nickname(s): luc
age: twenty-three
sexuality: homosexual
family: pierre nichols ( father ), evelyn nichols ( mother ), astride nichols ( sister - deceased )occupation: cadet, first year
wing: fourth wing, flame section, first squad
signet: unknown
bonded dragon: unknown
PHYSICAL ;
face claim: jonathan daviss
height: 5'10
eye color: brown
hair color: dark brown
tattoos: none
PERSONALITY ;
positive traits: resilient, selfless, calculating
negative traits: distant, overanalytical, doubtful
character parallels: eddie kaspbrak ( it ), will byers ( stranger things ), milo thatch ( atlantis: the lost empire )
BRIEF HISTORY ;
lucien is the youngest of two, born into a long family line of scribes. their family has always valued knowledge, honesty, and determination.
growing up, lucien was always following his older sister, astride, around. being only a year and some change apart, they were inseparable since the beginning.
his sister was always the outgoing one, pushing them both to the limits and doing things that would have given their parents a heart attack
lucien would never do these things alone, but with astride by his side, he felt invincible
with his sister's attitudes and overall nature, the family shouldn't have been surprised when she said she wouldn't go into the scribe quadrant and instead was going into the rider's quadrant
it was nerve wracking to say the least, not being able to hear from the person he thought was his other half. she even almost made it to the threshing. but the day before her name was called as they all mourned.
none of the family knows exactly what happened, but since lucien is here now, he's going to try to see if he can find anyone who knows what exactly happened.
now, as a cadet, lucien has no idea how he made it. he almost fell off the parapet so many times, stumbled to the ground as he finished.
he's also a staunch rule follower, has memorized the codex word for word at this point and is working on the types of dragons next.
he's not the most physically fit, nor is he good at fighting, but his intellect is most likely what's going to help him get farther into the program.
TLDR ;
a ball of anxiety who only joined the cadets to find out what happened to his sister. he's incredibly intelligent ( beetee from thg tbh ) but he's also so so awkward. doesn't know what he got himself into.
WANTED CONNECTIONS ;
friends from home: maybe these people were also around scribes a lot ? lucien spent so much time there, people probs know of him
enemies: people in his squad that may think he's the weakest link ! give me the pain
allies: they don't necessarily have to be in the same squad/wing, but they partially feel bad for lucien, so they're going to help him out
crushes: lucien is gay, so he'll go full panic mode when everyone's sparring and they're all so attractive. ( he's also never been kissed so ... marinate on that ;) )
congratulations on surviving the parapet, cadet atlas lake, and welcome to the rider’s quadrant ! at twenty four years old, you should know exactly what it takes to make it to graduation, especially being so quick witted and obedient. though, i do suppose your tendencies to be sensitive and timid may make it hard to survive until threshing. other cadets say you remind them of trembling hands with bone white knuckles, the scent of crisp fall on the breeze, sounds of leaves crunching beneath your feet, but we’ll have to see how true that is. remember: if you want a dragon — earn one.
BASICS .
full name. atlas lake.
age. twenty four.
current location. rider’s quadrant.
status. single, unattached.
orientation. bisexual, biromantic.
siblings. youngest of five.
dragon. none yet.
signet. none yet.
APPEARANCE .
hair color. reddish brown.
eye color. brown.
height. 6'3.
scars. calloused hands.
style. always dressed in cadet uniform, keeps his shirt high and tucked in tight to his body, notably wears boots with more grip and traction than usual, keeps his sword that he carried across the parapet tightly against his back at all times, and has a woven bracelet secured on his right wrist always.
MISCELLANEOUS .
alignment. neutral neutral.
strengths. lanky, nimble, quick witted, obedient.
weaknesses. sensitive, timid.
aesthetic. trembling hands with bone white knuckles, the scent of crisp fall on the breeze, sounds of leaves crunching beneath your feet.
song inspiration. paul revere ( noah kahan ), ceilings ( lizzy alpine ), samson ( regina skeptor ).
BIOGRAPHY
BIG WIP!! but important to note that atlas comes from a family of legacy riders, his father is a retired hero rider, he has 2 captain older brothers in the south & his older sister is a direct assistant and right hand to a colonel. it is also important to note that it is heavily rumored that atlas was silently crying while he crossed the parapet.
