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NAME: Bree Lisk (sometimes called Stone eye)
AGE: 17
OCCUPATION: Dragon Rider
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Female and asexual
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
FEARS:
AMBITIONS:
SECRETS:
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Bree is very competitive with a bit of a hot streak in her blood. She seems tough and unafraid to most people, which isn't really a lie in most case. She's not the most social viking out them, most of the time left to her own devices. But that doesn't mean she isn't willing to at least try to talk to someone once in a while. She's very tricky and loves a good joke, which with her smarts can be a little dangerous. So don't get her mad, which is easier said than done. But one of the best things about her is that she's dead loyal, willing to stick her neck out for her village and even more for her friends.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Bree is shorter than most vikings her age, stand at about 5 foot 3 or so. She's around 113 pounds, but she's a lot stronger than you might think even if it not that much. She's very wiry despite her height, kinda like a ferret or weasel. Pale skin and simple face is framed by a short brown hair, short and choppy down to her ears. Her visible eye is a brilliant green. but the other is milky and clearly dead. Most of the time it's covered up by hair though. She's got many faded scars from crashes and actual training under her clothes, which mostly consists of an old green shirt with brown leather shoulder pads and a harness. Below that are black pants with thick boots fit for snow and hard ground.
PLAYBY: Probably draw her later, so I'm gonna leave this here.
HISTORY: Bree Lisk was born on one cold Berk night, her parents being strong warriors. She lived a pretty normal life for a kid, running around and always getting into trouble. When she wasn't annoying the other villagers, she would mostly be with her Mom learning how to hunt and on the lake catching trout. This is where is started to grow a love for exploring the outdoors. She would often take trips there herself, almost always bring something she caught back. If not that, it was her father telling her stories about the centuries and legends past. But one of the things that always stayed with Bree was the excitement and thrill she felt whenever it was time for the dragon races. The dragons zooming above, competing against each other to rank up points with sheep. Bree could almost imagine herself riding in the air like that every single time, feeling the wind whipping through her scalp on the back of some dragon that was hers. What a fantasy.
One night when she was around twelve, she listening to one of her father's ever familiar stories. Bout the same thing, Bree almost nodding off out of boredom. That wouldn't happen though as a horn was blown outside. An ambush. Her father quickly went to action, grabbing his war hammer and heading out into battle. His wife was already in the fray, so Bree was left to guard their home. She heard the battle outside, staying right at the doorway in case she saw anyone. Eventually enemies came, revealing themselves to be Beserkers. Of course. She had equipped herself with a bow and some spare hunting arrows, taking aim and shooting anyone that close. Her aim was pretty spot on, but somehow one managed to get a little too close for comfort. Before she knew what was coming , she was whacked hard in the back of her head with a club. The last thing she could clearly remember before blacking out was her dad's war cry coming closer.
When she woke up, she could make out that she was in the healer's hut. Her head was still sore and spinning, but she could tell something was wrong. Half of her vision was gone, black and dark. She'd be told later that her dad had managed to just see Bree get knocked out and then get her out of there before anything else could happen. Her attacker must have run off, thinking his attack had killed her. She was lucky to survive, but the hit had messed out her optic nerves, leaving her right eye dead. And that's how she lost her eye.
It would have been about 6 months after that incident, Bree now thirteen and seeming to be back to her normal self. Even with her new handicap, she still kept hunting and exploring the woods. She was currently doing some wandering in the forest alone, a habit that had become a little more common since the attack. During her treks she managed to find a spot for herself to get some peace and quiet, calling it the Marsh after all the wet ground she had to trend through when it rained. It was here one day when she first encountered her first dragon, a deadly nadder. Her legs were mangled and red spines were scattered everywhere. She was starving too, even trying to attack Bree when she first saw the human. Bree could have just left the dragon there and go back to her hunting. I mean, this was a wild dragon after all. Instead she gave her some of her current hunting prizes, both fish and meat. Over the next few weeks or months this process would continue, Bree always returning with more then enough game for herself to feed the nadder. She hadn't thought about telling her parents, since they had they're own things to tend too. Plus she wasn't entirely sure how'd they'd react to a wild nadder. The dragon always took the food but never let the girl near her. But Bree never stopped the treatment, still giving her food while the damaged legs healed. In that time Bree named her Swampfoot, Swamp for short, when she saw that the dragon preferred to sleep in the wet grounds rather than dry land and for her wounds. Soon enough Swamp recovered from whatever happened to her, standing up and towering over the human that fed her. On this day Bree had come later in the day and it was a warmer day, so she had decided to stay at the Marsh for the night. The next morning Bree found a spiky dragon sleeping next to her. That when the real training and bonding started.
For the next two years Swamp and Bree grew closer and stronger. Bree finally came clean with her parents about Swamp, mostly because she had followed the viking home probably expecting more food. They didn't seem to mind the girl, but she did have to stay outside. Bree found that hunts were a lot better with a nadder watching your blind spot. Swamp received a healthy amount of food for herself and she got quite a bit of free grooming from her trainer It would take a while before Bree managed to find herself on Swamp's back, let alone flying around. But after enough times and crashes, soon it was like the two had been flying for years and years. Now Bree started to see her old dream about becoming a dragon racer come to life, now with Swamp at her side. They started training almost every other day, practicing ways to get stronger, faster, and more likely to win a race. It was after one of these practices that they stumbled onto something interesting. A dragon egg. Of course Bree took it back to Berk, where it hatched into a small terrible terror. The little pest has never left since.
FAMILY:
Mother - Jacklyn the Huntress
Father - Halstein the Barge
WEAPON OF CHOICE:
FIGHTING STYLE:
DRAGON:
NAME: Swampfoot
GENDER: Female
TYPE: Deadly Nadder
APPEARANCE: Swamp is a marshy green color with darker specks across her back. her underbelly is a cream like a normal nadder, but blood red spines make her stand out. Her eyes are the classic yellow. The scales on her legs though always have faded scales and scars from... something.
PERSONALITY: Swamp is a very prideful dragon like her breed would be, grooming herself from time to time. She rather aggressive towards enemies and possible threats, ready to launch spines and shoot fire in a heartbeat. But luckily she's dead loyal to Bree, who can easily call her off. However she can be a jealous type as well, keeping Bree close when others are around.
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
DRAGON:
NAME: Rattail
GENDER: Male
TYPE: Terrible Terror
APPEARANCE: Rattail's main color is a classic green color like most terrors, while his back, spines, and wings are more along an indigo shade. He's smaller than most terrors with larger wings, since he's still growing into them.
PERSONALITY: He's very pesky and annoying, like every other terror out there. He loves to steal anything he can grab, from food to empty bottles. He clings to Bree like a tick, but still wanders off at something interesting.
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: afternoonmilady
CBOX NAME: 113shoe
AGE: 17
OCCUPATION: Dragon Rider
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Female and asexual
LIKES:
- Flying high and fast in the skies
- Fishing, both relaxing and a challenge
- Dragons and Dragon Races
- Water
- The cold and snow
- Making weapons and tools
- Rocks and caves
DISLIKES:
- Flashes of light
- Extreme heat
- Fog, just so creepy
- Being insulted
- Losing
- Birds
STRENGTHS:
- Can trap and catch just about anything that you can eat.
- Her survival skills and instincts are almost as good as a dragon's.
- A skilled crafter, able to make top bows, traps and other things.
- Quick on speed, reflexes, and smart make her hard to keep up with.
- She knows a few of two about treating wounds.
WEAKNESSES:
- She jumped to conclusions way too fast, not giving her enough time to actually think about what she's doing.
- Her right eye is really messed up, making her half blind and affects her aim and balance.
- She's not the strongest viking out there, or the biggest.
- She had a very bad competitive streak, making her take more risks until there are no more to take.
FEARS:
- She is absolutely terrified of anything that involves bad luck and misfortune.
- Any animal that's pure black. Mostly because of the bad luck fear.
- Birds of prey. She can't stand the caws and squawks out of them.
- Losing her eyesight completely.
AMBITIONS:
- To be the best at Dragon Racing and win.
- To try and get her Terror under control.
- Keep anyone from thinking she is weak.
- Prove her loyalty to her village.
SECRETS:
- She tries to cover it up, but her damaged eye does cause a few problems when it comes to racing. Mostly her depth perception and accuracy when she has to grab a sheep. Swampfoot usually makes up for it with her aim, but there has always been the risk of a crash
- She's a really bad sleepwalker, getting up on the middle of the night and wandering around to do whatever.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Bree is very competitive with a bit of a hot streak in her blood. She seems tough and unafraid to most people, which isn't really a lie in most case. She's not the most social viking out them, most of the time left to her own devices. But that doesn't mean she isn't willing to at least try to talk to someone once in a while. She's very tricky and loves a good joke, which with her smarts can be a little dangerous. So don't get her mad, which is easier said than done. But one of the best things about her is that she's dead loyal, willing to stick her neck out for her village and even more for her friends.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Bree is shorter than most vikings her age, stand at about 5 foot 3 or so. She's around 113 pounds, but she's a lot stronger than you might think even if it not that much. She's very wiry despite her height, kinda like a ferret or weasel. Pale skin and simple face is framed by a short brown hair, short and choppy down to her ears. Her visible eye is a brilliant green. but the other is milky and clearly dead. Most of the time it's covered up by hair though. She's got many faded scars from crashes and actual training under her clothes, which mostly consists of an old green shirt with brown leather shoulder pads and a harness. Below that are black pants with thick boots fit for snow and hard ground.
PLAYBY: Probably draw her later, so I'm gonna leave this here.
HISTORY: Bree Lisk was born on one cold Berk night, her parents being strong warriors. She lived a pretty normal life for a kid, running around and always getting into trouble. When she wasn't annoying the other villagers, she would mostly be with her Mom learning how to hunt and on the lake catching trout. This is where is started to grow a love for exploring the outdoors. She would often take trips there herself, almost always bring something she caught back. If not that, it was her father telling her stories about the centuries and legends past. But one of the things that always stayed with Bree was the excitement and thrill she felt whenever it was time for the dragon races. The dragons zooming above, competing against each other to rank up points with sheep. Bree could almost imagine herself riding in the air like that every single time, feeling the wind whipping through her scalp on the back of some dragon that was hers. What a fantasy.
One night when she was around twelve, she listening to one of her father's ever familiar stories. Bout the same thing, Bree almost nodding off out of boredom. That wouldn't happen though as a horn was blown outside. An ambush. Her father quickly went to action, grabbing his war hammer and heading out into battle. His wife was already in the fray, so Bree was left to guard their home. She heard the battle outside, staying right at the doorway in case she saw anyone. Eventually enemies came, revealing themselves to be Beserkers. Of course. She had equipped herself with a bow and some spare hunting arrows, taking aim and shooting anyone that close. Her aim was pretty spot on, but somehow one managed to get a little too close for comfort. Before she knew what was coming , she was whacked hard in the back of her head with a club. The last thing she could clearly remember before blacking out was her dad's war cry coming closer.
When she woke up, she could make out that she was in the healer's hut. Her head was still sore and spinning, but she could tell something was wrong. Half of her vision was gone, black and dark. She'd be told later that her dad had managed to just see Bree get knocked out and then get her out of there before anything else could happen. Her attacker must have run off, thinking his attack had killed her. She was lucky to survive, but the hit had messed out her optic nerves, leaving her right eye dead. And that's how she lost her eye.
It would have been about 6 months after that incident, Bree now thirteen and seeming to be back to her normal self. Even with her new handicap, she still kept hunting and exploring the woods. She was currently doing some wandering in the forest alone, a habit that had become a little more common since the attack. During her treks she managed to find a spot for herself to get some peace and quiet, calling it the Marsh after all the wet ground she had to trend through when it rained. It was here one day when she first encountered her first dragon, a deadly nadder. Her legs were mangled and red spines were scattered everywhere. She was starving too, even trying to attack Bree when she first saw the human. Bree could have just left the dragon there and go back to her hunting. I mean, this was a wild dragon after all. Instead she gave her some of her current hunting prizes, both fish and meat. Over the next few weeks or months this process would continue, Bree always returning with more then enough game for herself to feed the nadder. She hadn't thought about telling her parents, since they had they're own things to tend too. Plus she wasn't entirely sure how'd they'd react to a wild nadder. The dragon always took the food but never let the girl near her. But Bree never stopped the treatment, still giving her food while the damaged legs healed. In that time Bree named her Swampfoot, Swamp for short, when she saw that the dragon preferred to sleep in the wet grounds rather than dry land and for her wounds. Soon enough Swamp recovered from whatever happened to her, standing up and towering over the human that fed her. On this day Bree had come later in the day and it was a warmer day, so she had decided to stay at the Marsh for the night. The next morning Bree found a spiky dragon sleeping next to her. That when the real training and bonding started.
For the next two years Swamp and Bree grew closer and stronger. Bree finally came clean with her parents about Swamp, mostly because she had followed the viking home probably expecting more food. They didn't seem to mind the girl, but she did have to stay outside. Bree found that hunts were a lot better with a nadder watching your blind spot. Swamp received a healthy amount of food for herself and she got quite a bit of free grooming from her trainer It would take a while before Bree managed to find herself on Swamp's back, let alone flying around. But after enough times and crashes, soon it was like the two had been flying for years and years. Now Bree started to see her old dream about becoming a dragon racer come to life, now with Swamp at her side. They started training almost every other day, practicing ways to get stronger, faster, and more likely to win a race. It was after one of these practices that they stumbled onto something interesting. A dragon egg. Of course Bree took it back to Berk, where it hatched into a small terrible terror. The little pest has never left since.
FAMILY:
Mother - Jacklyn the Huntress
Father - Halstein the Barge
WEAPON OF CHOICE:
- A bow and hunting arrows
- A pair of iron daggers that has been passed down from her family
FIGHTING STYLE:
- If she sees her target first, she waits until she has a clear shot with her arrows
- If cornered, Swampfoot will usually attack if she's nearby. If not, then she'll take the daggers out as a last result.
- When all else fails, just beat the living daylights out of them.
DRAGON:
NAME: Swampfoot
GENDER: Female
TYPE: Deadly Nadder
APPEARANCE: Swamp is a marshy green color with darker specks across her back. her underbelly is a cream like a normal nadder, but blood red spines make her stand out. Her eyes are the classic yellow. The scales on her legs though always have faded scales and scars from... something.
PERSONALITY: Swamp is a very prideful dragon like her breed would be, grooming herself from time to time. She rather aggressive towards enemies and possible threats, ready to launch spines and shoot fire in a heartbeat. But luckily she's dead loyal to Bree, who can easily call her off. However she can be a jealous type as well, keeping Bree close when others are around.
STRENGTHS:
- Her flying is superb, fast and smooth with her rider.
- Her loyalty to Bree.
- Pinpoint accuracy with both poisonous spines and fire.
- Compared to other nadders, she's a very smart girl.
WEAKNESSES:
- Her legs are much weaker after her accident. She still run and jump around, but they can collapse under her any given moment. This makes landings hard for them.
- Her prideful nature can get in the way of things.
- Jealously. She won't let anyone near Bree unless she knows them very well, and even then she'll stay close.
- She hates Rattail, which often ends up in more spines.
DRAGON:
NAME: Rattail
GENDER: Male
TYPE: Terrible Terror
APPEARANCE: Rattail's main color is a classic green color like most terrors, while his back, spines, and wings are more along an indigo shade. He's smaller than most terrors with larger wings, since he's still growing into them.
PERSONALITY: He's very pesky and annoying, like every other terror out there. He loves to steal anything he can grab, from food to empty bottles. He clings to Bree like a tick, but still wanders off at something interesting.
STRENGTHS:
- He has a great sense of direction, so he always know where to go and how to get back.
- He's speedy and fast, able to swoop down and grab anything.
- He's very friendly to Bree, ready to follow her commands.
- He can fit and squeeze into the tightest places.
WEAKNESSES:
- He's not the smartest dragon, so he tends to mix up orders and still not totally trained.
- He loves to annoy Swamp, and just about every other living creature. No such thing as personal space.
- He always get into things he shouldn't be in, mostly a bad habit of stealing food left unguarded.
- He's loud and noisy. Enough said.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: afternoonmilady
CBOX NAME: 113shoe
