Name: North Species: Northern dragon Gender: Female Age: aeons - she's immortal. Sexual preference: Males Likes: Space, stars, The universe, and for some reason, sheep? Loves norse mythology, reading, and crystals. (they help her balance her chakras.) Also likes storms, the night, stars. Dislikes: Unbalanced universes. Unbalanced personalities. Black holes. Personality: Bipolar - When she's happy, she's kind and good. But at other times, she can seem crazy, and Rather scary. No in-betweens. She's quiet, Clever, and likes astrology. Sometimes she'll spend hours in the grass at dusk, huddled in blankets, staring at the stars. books about norse mythology and astrology would be strewn on the ground in stacks around her. she'll often have a telescope near her, and a silver compass. she's curious and she loves to learn/watch documentaries. Occupation: Astrology, Guarding the universe, keeping it in balance. also, tending to her pet sheep. Strengths: Playing with fire, magic, and guarding universe. Her bipolarity. Weaknesses: Her bipolarity - it can wreak havoc and be extremely destructive if she's mad. Favorite time of day: Foggy morning/stormy afternoon Least favorite: Midday/clear day Favorite weather: Storms Least favorite: Clear, blue skies Favorite color: Indigo least fave color: Orange Lives in (on earth): benagil cave, portugal (I think portugal...?) Love interest: Death Backstory: aeons ago, when the world was wide and empty, there was a prophecy. a prophecy to stop the unrest in the galaxy. a prophecy about a bipolar dragonet who fell in love with Death it's self. A mother dragon lay in a cave, near the sea. neatly tucked inside her coils, was an egg of the deepest blue. A crack came from the egg, and out burst a small, purple dragon. she gave a weak squawk and tumbled over. Her mother, a large, storm grey dragon, smiled and cupped her talons underneath the dragonet. she lifted her paws gently, and placed her in the sea. "North. The unholy offspring of lighting and Night" The stormy dragon said, watching fish dart around the dragonet, who was trying to catch them. a strange emotion hit the dragonet - happiness. just then, A whoosh sounded from outside the cave. "They're here." Storm said, vanishing, then reappearing outside the cave. A large, navy blue dragon was battling a green one. It slashed it's talons and reared, biting at the green dragon's neck. The green dragon twisted around, and leapt, pinning the blue dragon to the ground. Storm cried out, and bit down as hard as she could on the green dragon's shoulder. he roared in pain and fury. the green dragon turned on storm and struck. North tumbled over, and when she managed to sit up again, the dragons were gone. Instead, before her a small, black dragon with silver, translucent goldfish floating around him in the air. He wore a twisted golden crown, that glinted in the sun. Death. she was an orphan. North, though still a dragonet, fear, and hatred bubbled up inside her, and flowing through her veins. her scales turned red and orange, making her look like molten lava. the flames on her neck flared high, and sparked dangerously. She was bipolar - Having witnessed forms of life and death. North fell in love with another dragon named Death. The two are forced to be apart, because of the sacred rules. North & Death have been in love for longer than we have words to describe. North sends Death gifts, and Death keeps them forever.
Name: anemone Species: Thunderbird (But she think's she's a griffin!) Gender: Female Age: Unknown - around 27/500 Sexual Preferences: Males, once liked a female, but not anymore. Likes: Candy, the beach, Clouds, Hogwarts, and the sky. Dislikes: Healthy food, Not having any candy, Annoying, sunshiney people that think the world is all rainbows Personality: bubbly, Kind, Brave, Smart, and she LOVES Cotton candy. It's her favorite! She really likes to swim, Although she is more connected to the sky. She will sometimes sit in her hammock at night, and watch the dolphins play under the stars. She's whimsical, fun, and loves to read! Occupation: Searching for the sacred stone with her Friends. Strengths: She's really good at swimming, flying, and fighting. She is a great reader, and she's really smart. Weaknesses: COTTON CANDY. It's really useful when bribing her. Favorite time of day: Misty afternoon at the beach Favorite weather: Storms, Mist, and Cloudy skies. least favorite: Doesn't really have one. Fave color: Blue Least fave: none really Lives by the sea, alone with her friends in the treetops. She gets around by flying, or by walking across vine bridges high up in the trees. Backstory: Orphaned (Sorry I have a thing for orphans - gotta stop XD) at a young age, Anemone learnt to care for herself in the jungle. She has lived pretty much everywhere, and has incredible pick-pocketing skills. She does not trust anyone or anything, except for her close friends due to some close encounters, and amnesia. she doesn't remember much of her early life, but later discovers who she is. Most other thunderbirds tease her, but she never cares. Anemone knew that it wasn't true. She grew up with a love for norse mythology, and even has a viking hat. Her weapon of choice is a bow and arrow - long distance. Anemone loves to read, and has a strange gift of travelling through time if she wants to.
