Say hello to Affamer, the ultimate edge dragon thief of the night puppy kicker, he's like Galvin but hollow inside NOTES- Read the map/info sheet first. Seriously. Flying is difficult due to hunger You do not have to stick to the tidbits in the info tab! If you want to make your character different, by all means, go for it! That is only there to establish species backstory. This time I will not resolve conflict by circumstance. If your character is about to die, I will not do anything about it. I am also not putting a limit on how sadistic or gruesome you can be. As long as what you are doing is physically possible, I am not going to stop you. RULES------------------------------- This role-play is moderated by me. I control all loot, environment, and non-player creatures. Keep track of your location, inventory, and character bonds. These are all permanent and cannot be changed unless you role-play it. You must start in one of the cities. On that note, you'll probably want a bag of some sort, so I suggest adding that to your inventory first. If you have the animal handling skill, you may have a companion animal. These will be randomly generated by me and may be completely useless, so definitely consider other skills first. If you want magic powers that aren't already given, you HAVE to talk to me first. (Prepare to be disappointed.) Things that expend a lot of energy (thusly making you starve:) Fighting Flying Magic Carrying heavy objects
His parents raised him according to the way of most Eovins- Honestly and honor. They were prideful of this, and instructed him always to uphold these, despite saying their polite words through their teeth. Only those who knew them very well knew they weren't the most selfless of creatures. Affamer followed their every word and did whatever they told him to do, obediently. *plot kicks in* They went hungry for only a month before they snapped. Seeing a Dalvon with large tantalizing scraps of prey, the most food they'd seen in one place for a while, his mother crept up and tried to snatch it, with her hungry husband and horrified son watching. The Dalvon noticed her and she panicked. Her mate stepped into action, and Affamer's parents, together, killed the Dalvon. Affamer, after hearing them talk such about 'honor' and 'code' for his whole life, fled in horror, and swore never to listen to them again. In a spiteful act, he broke the morales they'd taught him and stole from the next Nyver he spotted. The thrill was addicting, and, having cast aside his childhood in a moment of spite, he became a thief, dependent on scavenging food as his ancestors once were. His morales are pretty much non-existent at this point, he's somewhat depressed and doesn't think there's a point to life except staying alive and well-fed. Pretty prideless. Extra skills are Persuasion and Lying I didn't explain the backstory very well lol it made sense in my head. also his parents are dead now, but he doesn't know that, or care and his wings are red on the tops so if he spreads them out and hides a bit from way up above he looks a bit like a puddle of ketchup Inventory: Backpack (I imagine it sitting in between his wings, with two straps going under his front legs) A piece of meat A bottle of alcohol A kitchen knife Location: Durnatell Character bonds: Erolen Song is Gold by Imagine Dragons
