Hawk's character(s)... I will add more xD

[Hawk]

I made this character because I'm kinda tired of all the gryphons that are using powerful birds of prey like hawks and eagles mixed with lions and panthers and other giant cats. I felt like making something a little different.



Name: Flyt

Current Rank (fill in when you are assigned one): None yet

Species: Gryphon

Gender: Male

Mate (if any, or status, ie: "looking"): None, and not really looking.

Light or Dark (Angel or Demon): Light

Jewelery (if any): A gold bracelet on his right front paw - he more a jewelry hoarder than a jewelry wearer (and of course I forgot to put that on his pic )

Markings/Colors:No major markings except for three parallel scars on his side (and of course I didn't put that in the pic either).

Overall appearance: Front/bird half is a crow, his back half is that of a red fox.He can sometimes be seen carrying around a necklace or some other shiny item to put on his "hoard". He has great maneuverability in the air because of his small size; he is only about one and a half feet tall at the shoulder. He can fly in circles around anything larger than him.

Powers (Only 3 for normal users!):
-He can move smallish items toward him.
-He can stand so still as to be utterly unnoticed - others can look right at him without seeing him.
-He can breathe for a strangely long amount of time underwater - he can also breathe at very high altitudes, such as mountaintops where there is very little oxygen.
-He has magical powers of memorization, and can remember anything that he needs to for as long as he wants.
-No matter where he is, he can keep his body at the same temperature so he will not freeze or burn up in a fire. His feathers and fur, however, can get burned.

History (if needed):
He used to be (and sometimes still is) a petty thief, using his powers to steal jewelry and other "shiny" things. He got his scars soon after he visited the lair of a dragon in the hopes of relieving it of some treasure. He succeeded, but is currently hiding from the dragon's wrath. Fortunately for him, if is fairly easy to hide from a huge, clumsy dragon. He is seeking sanctuary with the light gryphons in the hopes that they will protect him if he is discovered by the dragon.

Personality: He is very sly and clever. He can think quickly in order to get out of trouble. Although he used to be a thief, he is also kind to everything except for dragons and people who annoy him. He is also very quick to anger, although he hardly ever shows it, since most creatures in Acadia could eat him in one, or at most, two bites.

EDIT:
Hahahaha...ha. I forgot to add the (bad) picture that I drew

[Buzz]

Hey man that's awesome! Foxes rock!

[Hawk]

Thanks muchly

[Osaka Wulfbane]

I like your griffen, BTW Foxes... OWN! ^-^

[Dracowulf]

Flyt = ACCEPTED

[Hawk]

Name: Aryath

Current Rank (fill in when you are assigned one): None yet.

Species: Dragon, part of a remote clan.

Gender: Female

Mate (if any, or status, ie: "looking"): None, and not looking.

Light or Dark (Angel or Demon): Light

Jewelery (if any): None

Markings/Colors: Overall reddish brown with black markings down her spine and around her eyes and shoulders. Also has markings on her shoulders and flanks that correspond to the phase of the moon.
EDIT: Here's her picture


Overall appearance: She is a gliding dragon - purplish membranes stretch between her legs to help her glide, and the plates at the end of her tail act as a rudder for steering. She has slightly birdlike talons and is fairly thin for a dragon. Her eyes are completely black.

Powers (Only 3 for normal users!):
She is almost weightless, which is why she can glide for such long distances, but this makes her try to avoid fights, since if she is hit she can crash painfully into a wall.
She can read vague futures from the moon and stars, but this is only helpful in some cases. She will read people's futures if they ask, but of course she can only do it at night.
If she is in need, she can summon the Moon Goddess into her mind and get advice, and sometimes the power to control
water through the force of tides. She doesn't usually do this, but it isn't all too uncommon.

Personality: She is rather shy, and since she left her clan, has tended to avoid other dragons. However, since the dark dragons have begun gathering, she feels that she needs to seek protection within a clan.

History (if needed):Here is the story of how she left her clan. I've had this in my head for a while, and I just felt like writing instead of doing homework.

Aryath woke to the sound of claws clicking on the stone entrance to her cave. She shrank back as a shadow blocked out the sun streaming though, but her eyes eventually adjusted to reveal her brother, wearing a feral grin and a smug expression. She knew that this couldn't be good; the last time he had that expression, she ended up being left in the branches of a pine tree with bleeding holes torn in her wings.

"I've got good news, little sister." His tone made the words an insult. "Do you want to know what it is?" Aryath inwardly trembled; her brother had hated her ever since she ruined his chances for being an elder by revealing that he had killed another dragon and claimed that it had been an accident. When she didn't reply, he snorted a puff of smoke into her face and continued. "The Council decided that ruthlessness was what they needed to defeat rival clans and I'm becoming an elder."

Aryath gasped. This was worse that she had thought; Xander, her brother, was cruel, without compassion or kindness - and he hated her.

Her brother continued. "Better yet - I've managed to convince those fools that what they needed was a blessing from the Moon Goddess, and they're reinstating the Priestess ceremony."

Aryath finally said something. "That's barbaric! The reason the ceremony was stopped a thousand years ago was because we didn't want our clan to become bloodthirsty warmongers! It only worked once, and that was because the Goddess spoke to her and told her what to do, but all it is now is condemning an innocent dragon to death by horrible torture and - " As her brother looked at her, his grin widening, Aryath began to tremble for real.

"We need bloodthirsty if the Moon clan is going to gain land and treasure. And I think you've realized who the Priestess is going to be." Two other shadows blocked out the sun behind him. She backed up, heading for the back exit of her cave, but she was too late. Her brother's talons closed around her neck, and as she lost air, she fell into darkness.

~~~~~

She woke lying on the long-unused Moon altar. Nothing had been done to her yet, but she couldn't move, gripped by a frightening lethargy that was caused by the herbs burning in four large braziers surrounding her. Her wings lay flat on the huge altar, and her sand-colored scales had been burnished until they gleamed like jewels. Since the altar was in the center of a natural bowl in the earth, she could see that the Moon dragons were surrounding her on all sides. However, she could expect no help from them; from what she had read of the Priestess ceremony, they would all have taken drugs to counteract the ones that made her unable to move, which had a side-effect of making them ruthless and bloodthirsty.

The clan leader approached, the feral grin and crazy eyes of his face matching her brother's, who stood beside him. He held the ritual moonstone knife, which reflected the light of the full moon blazing from above. Time seemed to slow as he held the knife above his head, the cavern echoing the cheers and roars of the dragons, all of them in shadow with only shining eyes and the occasional glint of a scale showing. Her brother held the black knife up a moment more, than began to make the ritual cut along her spine.

Starting from the base of her skull, the sharpened knife ran down her back, taking her blood and eventually, her life, with it. She felt the pain, but could do nothing about it. Xander, how could you do this to me! she mourned, but she could remember no time when he was kind to her, especially not after she realized that he had murdered their father and claimed that he had been crushed by fallling rocks in his cave. Aryath mourned that he had become this... creature who would murder his own sister with the excuse of a ceremony that had only worked once, the first time, out of the three thousand years that it had been in effect. Eventually the pain receded as she stared at the moon, ignoring her brother's expression, the hundreds of cheering, chanting dragons, the fire that was being lit at the end of the altar. As she watched the moon, she felt no pain - not even when her wings were shorn from her back.

Eventually, as her wings were being thrown into the flames, she heard a voice.... no - she felt a voice. Look away from the moon, the sweet female voice intoned, you must look away from me.

The pain will come back! cried Aryath in her head, I can't!

You must, said the voice, If you want your clan to survive, if you want your brother to be stopped before he casts a shadow over the entire world, you must look away.

But how will it help? asked Aryath, almost whining, I don't want the pain to come back.

The pain will come back whether you like it or not, but if you can jump into the flames, you clan will be saved, and your brother will be prevented from killing even more in this way. You must look away from me.

She said me, thought Aryath, and in that moment, she agreed. Tearing her eyes away from the moon, she felt at that moment overwhelming pain along her spine and in the gaping wounds where her wings used to be. However, that was immaterial because of the fact that her brother was holding the knife in his talons, ready to plunge it between her ribs.

Aryath found that she could suddenly move, as the voice had promised. She stood up, blood running down her side, as her brother fell back in shock, and jumped, suddenly nearly weightless, into the fire in which she would have been burned after she had died. The dragons surrounding the altar went silent as she entered the flames.

The flames, instead of being hot and burning, were almost like a cradle, pleasantly warm. Pain ended as her wounds burned away and the fire shone a deep midnight blue for a moment, them died down. Aryath looked around at the utterly silent dragons surrounding her before feeling a kind presence entering her mind. The voice she had heard earlier, the Moon Goddess, she realized, showed her what to do, and she agreed.

Aryath leaped high into the air, landing on the altar. Her wings were gone, but a membrane attached to her legs was for gliding, she realized. Her scales were no longer a sandy color, but were instead a deep rusty red. The places where the ritual knife had cut were now black, and the area where her wings were showed the full moon. Aryath's utterly black eyes stared her brother full in the face as his expression contorted into one of fear.

"Listen well, dragons of the Moon Clan," she said, still staring at her brother, "the path you currently follow will lead you only to eventual death, destruction, and mayhem for not only you, but the rest of the world." With a gesture, she snuffed the braziers that held the drugs that the clan was breathing. "The Moon Goddess sees this, and she is saddened at the path you have taken. The elders," she said, gesturing at the small group of older dragons to the side, "have taken a dragon who killed his own father as one of them, and you have done nothing to stop it. The Moon Goddess has forsaken you until all is made right again, and you will have no peace until it happens. And as for you, my brother... I will do nothing. I will let the clan decide as they will, for you are utterly forsaken and dead to me."

Aryath leaped into the air, spreading her legs out in order to glide away, but looking down, she could see dark shapes begin to converge on her brother. The kindly prescence left her mind, but she was comforted by the fact that it could return if she wished. She began to travel.

[Dracowulf]

Aryath = ACCEPTED

[Hawk]

Name: Hystha

Current Rank (fill in when you are assigned one): None yet.

Species: Gryphon

Gender: Female

Mate (if any, or status, ie: "looking"): None, not looking

Light or Dark (Angel or Demon): Dark, demonish

Jewelery (if any): None

Markings/Colors: She has normal vulture and crocodile colors. She's got a few scars from when she was driven away from places while stealing food. She has shackles around her hind feet and neck to tell people that she cannot be captured again.

Overall appearance: Bird part is black vulture, the rest is crocodile. She is very strong and her black feathers glint different colors in the sun. Her feathers also have oil on them that keeps them from becoming waterlogged. Her eyes are large and black and don't shine in the sun. Her beak is very sharp and so are her talons. Unlike normal vultures, she usually eats fresh (sometimes still living) meat.

Powers (Only 3 for normal users!):
-She can change entirely into a crocodile if she needs to; however, she cannot do it for very long and usually does it to swim.
-She can control water, usually for violent purposes.
-She has control over some spirits, and can keep creatures alive for a very long time if needed, even if their bodies are very damaged.

History (if needed): Occasionally light gryphons lay an egg containing a dark gryphon. When this happens, they usually keep them prisoner because they dislike killing. This is what happened to Hystha. A few if her "light" captors were cruel, taunting her and often becoming violent and no better than dark gryphons themselves. However, she managed to escape, killing most of her captors horribly in the process. She has vowed revenge against light gryphons and has managed to exact some of it, but she is looking for allies to help her in her quest. She left the chains on as a warning to all others who may seek to harm her.

Personality: She is very violent and vengeful. She eats alive most of her prey, especially if they are light gryphons. With light gryphons, she tells them her story while eating them.

Quick sketch:

[Dracowulf]

Hystha = ACCEPTED
Sorry for the wait...