The world of Antra is an untamed one. For the most part, the land is unclaimed by any sort of humanoid species, instead flowering with multiple forests and craggy mountainous regions. Beasts of all sizes and shapes roam the land, ranging from fully-grown seven hundred foot dragons to fairies that are barely three inches tall. Magic is an omnipotent presence in this world, balanced by a natural ebb and flow that allows certain species with certain skill sets to tap into its power.

Among the fantasy creatures, Antra is home to a myriad of higher intelligence races.

Humans have mostly used their magic power to harness energy and use it to power steel contraptions and weaponry. Although some have chosen to hone their talents and become mages, this is not a common practice among this species. Humans are typically found in well-fortified cities and live under a monarchial rule.

Elves, sometimes referred to as the Fair Folk or Higher Fairies, tie themselves to many natural landmarks around the world. A majority of them reside in Antra’s largest forest, Orion. Because of how in tune they are with nature, their magic skills are heightened. Many of them practice natural magic. Some magic has been forbidden because of its power and same remains buried under years and years of simply being forgotten. Elves are typically an introversive type of people, so it is fairly rare to see one outside of their homes. Because of their longer lifespans (250-300 years, average) they don’t typically fancy making friends with other species. Their skin color ranges from white to light shades of green and blue.

Caitls are perhaps the strangest people. They reside in the desert regions of Antra. It is extremely rare that a Caitl is ever born with an affinity for magic. Those who are typically become looked down upon by the tribe, seen as unnatural. Most of them end up cast out and learn to study with humans or elves. The most distinguishable features of Caitls are their catlike eyes, ears, and tails. Their skin variations range from extremely light tan to dark, chocolate brown.

Dwarves live inside the mountainous ranges of Antra (which is also, sadly, dragon country). They mine ore and minerals from within the mountain and export it to regions all over the world. Many of them are skilled builders and architects and have created many monuments as gifts for the other races in the name of peace.

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So okay. That’s basically a few loose deions of things found in this world called Antra. This is an OPEN RP and it’s also open to any sort of ideas that you have. You can join as one of the above four species or create your own! This is an open world so anything goes!

No need to create a character sheet. Just jump right in.

I ONLY ASK THAT YOU ARE AN ADVANCED/LITERATE RPER. ABSOLUTELY NO ONE-LINERS (I EXPECT AT LEAST 2 PARAGRAPHS PER POST).

Name:
Aveleon (No
last name, will be explained.)

Age:
In Human
years? 20. In Shaldrak years? 50.

Gender:
In the
Shaldrak species, there is no male, or female. There is merely young
bearing warriors, and non-young bearing warriors. 'She' is a young
bearing warrior.

Race:
Shaldrak
(Shall-dr-ack)

Profession:

Front-line warrior

Appearance:

Aveleon has the traditional pale green skin, darker in places where
she has been injured, lighter in places that have been hidden. She
has the (also traditional) long scruffy fire green hair, which ends
at the back of her knees. Her eyes are a dark violet, surrounded by
larger than life almond eye shape. Her mouth is one of a dragon's,
protruding, and making her look violent what with her sharp, long
teeth, and forked tongue. She has ears not unlike an elves,
abnormally long and pointy. On her forehead there is a line of hard,
protruding black scales which starts in the middle at the start of
her hairline, and finishes on top of her head. On her face there are
also swirls around the corners of her eyes, and up her ears. They are
the marks the young-bearers get, to help distinguish the non-young
bearers from the young bearers. Though the chest area helps. Her
figure is quite thin, with noticeable hips and smaller chest area.
Her shoulders are marked with the warrior marks, which are a
combination of swirls, the word for warrior in their language, and
the word luck (in the English language). These special marks travel
down her arms, down over her breasts, they flow down on her stomach,
breaking off and travelling down each of her legs, ending at the end
of her big-toes. They also travel down her back, and down the back of
her legs, though these marks stop half way down the calf. Her feet
are longer than a humans, but not wider. The extra length on their
feet helps them to be quicker, more agile, and quieter in travelling,
and fighting. She has a long, thick black dragon tail coming out from
just above where her bottom starts, and it is lined with many spikes
on the end of it. It is way thinner than the real tail, but does it's
job well.

Personality:

Aveleon is reserved, only allowing people through the wall when they
have proved to her that they won't die soon. Even when she does let
them in, she still doesn't know how to show her emotions, as her race
is a warrior race and doesn't know much else. She can be quite
violent towards different races, especially if she believes them to
be below her. She will lash out unexpectedly if she is cornered,
physically or mentally. Her views on the world are mixed. She has
been taught that younger races should not have arrived on Earth and
are told that they must be glad when the weaker races are killed, but
she herself believes that as weak as they are, they should be given a
chance to prove themselves. She can be quite rash, making decisions
and choices that will endanger her life without thinking about it,
it's natural to her. She is quite strong in her arms, and is skilled
with maces, and other handheld weapons. Though she is not good at
fighting the human way, with her fists and legs. She is quite
sarcastic, and gets frustrated when someone can not understand her.
She can not tell what is edible or not, and is not good at keeping a
group together.

Biography:
When
Aveleon was born, they were in a time of great turmoil and war
between races. Her mother was excused from the battle during birth
and until Aveleon was old enough to wield a simple sword. She was
trained for several years, until she was 20 (7 in human years) and
entered her first war. It was a mild one, and the older dragon
half-breeds won the battle easily - too easily. The next wave of
enemies were much bigger, stronger, more dangerous. The younger
Shaldrak's were sent to the back quickly, but Aveleon hid from the
carers and continued to battle it out. One of the enemies stumbled
upon the young half breed, with a look of determination as she
mindlessly stabbed her way through the enemies, smiling slightly when
her sword actually hit something. The enemy swiped out at her and she
screamed as the claws dug through her side, blood spilling out.
Aveleon turned and fled, dropping the sword and counting on her
adrenaline to take her to the safety of the camp.

Years later the
long 3 lined scar was stretched across her side, and she trained
harder every time she saw it. Her parents and mentor had been killed
long ago, and she wanted to do them proud. Battle after war after
battle, she killed and helped conquer other races, fighting her way
to the front line. She chose the mace as her preferred weapon,
marveling at the way the weapon was so alike to her tail.

When she got her
warrior marks, she stood proud and tall as the painful ceremony
began, and as it concluded, she slipped away into the night, the
forest. When she came back, the village was silent. She asked the
grieving Shaldraks, and found out that there had been a silent
attack, and someone was missing. This was the first occurrence of the
Blight, though they didn't know this. Week after week, reports came
in of rumours of the spreading 'disease', and of how the humans had
named it the Blight. The disappearances had occurred more rapidly
now, and Aveleon had no more purpose with the pack, if all she was
going to do was fall victim to this 'Blight'. She ran into the night,
like she did on that first fateful night, and hasn't looked back
since, still blindly fighting her way through what is thought to be
an impossible battle to survive.

History:
The
dragon half-breeds began when dragon blood was spilled on sacred
ground, and prehistoric human blood soon after. The first Shaldrak
rose from the ground as a small, helpless and blue creature, spouting
fire and looking more like a dragon than a human. More and more rose,
until all the dragon blood that had been spilled, was used up. After
many years of breeding, the human blood was slowly taking over. The
Shaldraks evolved (in the late Bronze Age) to be a dark green with a
more human posture, but still spouting fire and having claws and
wings. They soon discovered that large pieces of wood and stone,
carved by an adult, could be made easier to hold, therefore insuring
more success with hunting.

As humans
evolved, the Shaldrak's evolved with them, though hidden from sight.
When the humans made the first weapons, the Shaldrak's got hold of
them and were pretty much what they are now, though more
experimenting with the weapons, not really knowing what to do with
them. They soon got experienced in handling the weapons, but
unfortunately, the feeders (cooks, chefs etc.) in the pack died out
and the warrior Shaldrak's were left to wildly pick berries and eat
them, hoping that they were edible.

Culture:
The
Shaldrak's do not believe in any gods, but preferred to believe in
themselves, and occasionally, other races. They did, however, idolize
the first Shaldrak, but to an extent. Politically, they did not have
any one leader. It was a group of people, and with each circumstance,
the younger Shaldrak's turned to a certain group member to lead them.
But the majority of the Shaldrak's, were independent in the pack,
having the group there only to calm the young. They were prohibited
from mating with another race, in a wild attempt to keep their blood
pure. There were no cities, rather there were villages, stone houses
in a cluster, civilised 'people' living together to survive, because
a Shaldrak on their own was useless in the way of identifying food,
making specific tools, and in most, one-on-one combat.

There are no last
names, because the Shaldraks in the early years, had decided they
wanted everyone to be united as family, so instead of arguing over a
suitable surname, they agreed that they should have none.

Cultural Images:
The male is similar to the female {Look at Physical Appearance}, but
with wider shoulders, slimmer hips. Their scales on their heads were
also larger, and their jaws were wider. The feet were slightly
smaller, and they had larger calves. Hands were also larger, and they
had no marks upon their faces, besides war-based injuries.

The clothes they
were wore simple. A crop-top style plain midnight blue shirt for the
front-line warrior females, and a simple tunic of the same blue for
the males. The pants were shorts for the females, made from the same
material as the shirt, and it had a skirt of top, slightly longer
than the shorts. They were midnight blue as well, with white
trimmings.

Shaldraks were
slightly slimmer than the Xeldrias, more agile than humans, and a lot
stronger than both species, though Aveleon doesn't know how much
stronger. They are also quieter than a lot of races, except in battle
where the battle cry can be heard at the start, with grunts
accompanying the fighting, and a death scream when they, uh ... die.

Their art is in
the special symbols they have either sewn, or painted on their
clothes. Each Shaldrak makes up a special mark - a word, their name
written in swirls, an animal they saw - that is known as theirs until
they die. There are also certain objects passed down generation to
generation - a stone bracelet, a metal sword, a painting on a rock -
that is a family 'jewel'.

Other:
They can
read and write in English - though they might have trouble. Therefore
they can speak it, though with a heavy accent, which sometimes makes
what they say seem foreign. Only ones which have open ears can fully
understand what a Shaldrak is saying in English. The accent is a mix
of many accents.

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I love my baby Aveleon so even though you said you didn't have to do a character sheet; I have developed Aveleon's species so much that I have to share it everytime c:

I'll have an image of Aveleon put in the appearance at some point.

I am so sorry about the format D8