These Metal Bars (Roleplay)

chapus • 20 April 2013 at 9:46 PM

Roars, cries and cheering is what you hear all day long... You have gotten quite used to it. You never remember how you got here in this filthy cage. But you know that you will end up dead in that arena one day and sometimes you just wished that day arrived so you would be out of this misery.

So yes, you are a fighter dragon. Humans beat you so you can learn to battle and kill your kin... some of you might resist and disobey while some of you will enjoy this and become champions in the arena.

A dragon, that is what you are. A strong beast, yet you never understood how these weak... humans, were able to catch your species and use them as slaves. You remember when you were being sold in a city. Dragons everywhere... but all chained. Some were battling while others were pulling carts. Some where taking care of crops... all where doing different things, but they all had a similarity... they weren't free. But you will change that. You know it.


NOTE: These are in the medieval times, so we are not in 2013.

Rules:

Good grammar.
Not godmodding.
ONLY dragons. You may control their masters though, but I don't want to see a human trying to free a dragon.
ALL Egg Cave rules apply.
ONE character max per person.

Form:

Name:
Gender:
Species: (Eastern or Western dragon? There could be others too.)
Looks:
Brief history:
Crush/Mate: (If any)
Children: (If any)
Other:

Didn't put the personality, because a true character's personality is never revealed! ;3

nightmare • 20 April 2013 at 10:01 PM

Form:

Name: Nightmare
Gender: Male
Species: Amphithere
Looks: Nightmare is a limbless dragon. He's a rather long dragon with dark colored scales that include deep shades of black, blue, and purple. He has large black feathered wings and a crimson colored forked tongue. Fins adorn the side of his head, as well as two sharp silver horns. Pointy spikes trail down his snake-like body. His tail ends in pointy feathers. Slitted eyes glare at anyone that dares to glance his way.
Brief history: Born in the wild, lost his parents to human hunters. He was a nightmare to all those around him, and was a creature of destruction. Smaller creatures feared the dark flame that signaled his appearance.
Crush/Mate: He doesn't seem to be one to love anyone or anything.
Children: None
Other: He is a strong creature that is often rebellious and violent. Nightmare's gaze is hypnotic, so observers have to avert their gaze from his eyes. His eyes are said to inspire fear in those who have eye contact with him.

Nightmare looks pretty similar to this except for the colors maybe 😸

chapus • 20 April 2013 at 10:03 PM

@nightmare Accepted! 😃 Ooohhh, amphitheres. ❤️ Always loved those dragons.

nightmare • 20 April 2013 at 10:04 PM

@chapus2009 Ping me when we get started. :-)

chapus • 20 April 2013 at 10:06 PM

@nightmare Will do. 😸

bunnyshadow • 20 April 2013 at 10:26 PM

@hedwig68 @rojoqueen @scream

zoom150 • 20 April 2013 at 10:33 PM

@chapus2009 what types of dragons are there?

meixiaotian • 20 April 2013 at 10:43 PM

Name: Deep Tide
Gender: Female
Species: Chinese dragon
Looks: A long, scaled dragon with the pairs of legs spaced a length apart from each other. Varying shades of dark blue for her scales. Her eyes are bright green. She has moose antlers, whiskers, feathery tail, etc.
Brief history: Grown up working for a farm, where she met her mate. She was sold later for fighting, and laid her eggs there, which hatched a couple years ago.
Crush/Mate: Emerald
Children: Shading, Hues
Other: Can move clouds.
Fine with someone being one of her children.

thecatcrazykid • 20 April 2013 at 10:50 PM

Name: Muriandure
Gender: Male
Species: Mist Dragon
Looks: A gray dragon with blue scales shimmering up his legs. He has ice blue eyes and great big, strong, leathery light gray wings.
Brief History: Born and raised in captivity, he was weened from his mother when he was still a hatchling. Finally, there was a fire at his farm, and he escaped, only to be caught and put into the cage in which he lives in now.
Crush/Mate: None
Children: None
Other: Can produce a little cloud of mist for a short period. This power is unreliable.
Fine with finding a mate and getting children

meixiaotian • 20 April 2013 at 10:56 PM

@zoom150
A basic overview:
Eastern dragons: long, snake-like, fly without wings, scales.
Western dragons: Two wings, four legs, scales, fire-breathing.
Amphipthere: Two wings, no legs, tail.
Wyrm: Like eastern, but can't fly. Has 4-0 legs.

That's what I remember.

chapus • 20 April 2013 at 11:00 PM

@zoom150 Hmm... whatever pleases you I guess. Can't really name them. Just give me one and I'll see if I accept it. c:

@meixiaotian Hm, I heard that Wyverns weren't dragons. o3o Accepted!

@thecatcrazykid Accepted!

meixiaotian • 20 April 2013 at 11:12 PM

@chapus2009 Really?

bunnyshadow • 20 April 2013 at 11:25 PM

@meixiaotian Wyverns are wyverns, not dragons. xD

meixiaotian • 20 April 2013 at 11:27 PM

@bunnyshadow
Okay... *confused at self*

chapus • 20 April 2013 at 11:29 PM

@meixiaotian But thats okay, I'll still accept it. xD

hedwig68 • 20 April 2013 at 11:35 PM

Name: Scythe
Gender: Male
Species: Drake
Looks: He has crimson red scales with ivory-silver horns on his head, they look almost like knives, hence the name Scythe. He has similar spikes on the tip of his tail, also. He is smaller than most drakes and he has a long scar from his shoulder to his chest and several other scars from fights he's been in. He has coal black eyes, one of which is slightly misty as he is almost completely in that eyes. He also has large red wings.
Brief history: He was born in the wild but caught while still very long. He worked for farmers until he was older and then he was sold to some people where he was forced to fight. He's been fighting for a long time, he's older than most in the arena.
Crush/Mate: X
Children: X
Other: He is a fire drake, meaning he can breathe fire so he is always muzzled to keep him from burning anyone as he is very temperamental.

@chapus2009

ems • 20 April 2013 at 11:51 PM

@chapus2009

Name: Storm
Gender: F
Species: Western
Looks: Her scales are jet black, but in certain lights will reflect at least a dozen bright colors. She doesn't have any horns, and her ears are furry, the soft fur almost like silk. Her eyes are large and are a vivid green with a couple golden flecks. Her wings stretch out at about 6 feet each, creating a large total wingspan of 12 feet. At the shoulder, she stands at somewhere around 6' 6", so she's fairly short. Her tail is somewhere around 8 feet long, and at the end is a small puff of silken fur, similar to her ears. Her form is quite aerodynamic, and she is built lithely.
Brief history: Soon after she was born, Storm was left to grow up and fend for herself. She taught herself everything she knows, watching other dragons' hunting styles--not all were Western dragons, so she learned quite a few different ways to do things. She stayed solitary for the most part, making few friends. She was caught just before becoming an adolescent, due to some bad choices, mainly falling for a poorly made food trap.
Crush/Mate: None
Children: None
Other: None

chapus • 20 April 2013 at 11:57 PM

@hedwig68 Accepted!
@ems Accepted!

THE ROLEPLAY MAY NOW BEGIN. 8D

ems • 21 April 2013 at 12:13 AM

@chapus2009 Hurray! 8D Wow, it started fast... CX I like it!
@hedwig68
@meixiaotian
@bunnyshadow
@nightmare
I suck with starting posts.... Oh well.
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Storm huffed, sitting in her under-sized cage. Wherever she was, it was cold, dark, and uncomfortable. But it wasn't different. It was the same as yesterday, and the day before...

How long had she been here? Storm had forgotten... Her tail whipped back and forth, smashing harmlessly against the bars that imprisoned her. She created a low, guttural growl. She hated the filthy, weak humans. Despised them with such a passion that she'd kill them all if she could. Some were kind to her though... Maybe she'd spare them once she escaped. If she escaped...

The pitch-black dragon shifted her feet. Why did they do this? The humans, why did they make her kill. She hated to kill. She hated how they made her kill. Storm was sick of this... This... Evil. Storm was angered easily, and didn't mind fighting--for good reasons. The dragon saw no good reason for this at all, and it ate at her insides.

chapus • 21 April 2013 at 12:57 AM

Name: Draken
Gender: Male
Species: Western Dragon
Looks: http://fav.me/d35keq7 (Credit to original owners)
Brief history: He never had any memories of his past, but all he remembers is that he hatched in the city. He had a very tough training, which made him very angry and deadly. He almost died the first year and his training became more harder from there. The following years, he became a killing machine. Unbeatable, he is now one of the most feared battle dragons in the country. He is mainly known under the name of 'Life Sucker', since one of his strongest ability is being able to absorb life from his enemies and heal his wounds, since he is a vampire dragon. He can also be called 'Death Shadow' since he prefers to fight at night and he is very rapid.
Crush/Mate: Has had many mates, but never really 'loved' one.
Children: Rumors has that he has many, since many people though that his children would be as strong as him. Only a few lived strong.
Other: He is very fast and has a long of agility. But he is weaker against fire and he prefers to fight at night.

Draken was sitting in his cage, grinning as he heard the dragons fight in the arena. He then turned around and saw a black dragon turning around in her cage.

@ems Haha. xD

ems • 21 April 2013 at 1:11 AM

@chapus2009 Glob, he's scary-looking. o.e I'm really excited about this! X3
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Storm felt a stare bore into her back, and swiveled her head to look behind her. What she saw frightened her a bit. It was a dragon similar to her in color, being black and all. But it's eyes were beady and red, gleaming inside the eyes sockets of a skull. Her green eyes flickered over the odd dragon, full of curiosity to replace the underlying fear.

chapus • 21 April 2013 at 1:14 AM

@ems Lol. xD
@nightmare

Draken then stared at Storm and chuckled, "Well, look who we have here. A new one, no? I hope to see you on the battlefield, you seem quite strong... though I know you won't last a chance against me." His eyes seem to glimmer as he heard the cry of a dying dragon coming from the arena, followed by a large wave of applaud.

ems • 21 April 2013 at 1:21 AM

@chapus2009 xD
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Storm's eyes narrowed. "I'm hoping to escape first. I'd rather avoid, erm, dying." She wondered just how powerful this dragon was. His appearance was sure--

Storm's thoughts were interrupted by the screech of a dying dragon. Her eyes widened a bit, and she clenched her teeth, turning away from the other dragon and curling up. He seemed to smile at the sound... She was curled with her back to him. A small flame flickered from her nostrils as she huffed quietly. Nothing like another death to kill her mood.

The poor creature was likely young. Most of them were. Pitched against the older, more seasoned dragons; they never stood a chance.

chapus • 21 April 2013 at 1:29 AM

@ems

Draken chuckled at the black dragon's reaction, "I see you aren't used to these sounds. You better get used to them if you don't want to become insane." he laughed, grinning. Then a human walked up to his cage and pulled him to the arena. He then walked in a hall filled with more cages when arrived at some gate that led into the arena. He could see his opponent and the crowd cheering his name:

"Death Shadow! Life Sucker! Death Shadow!"

He walked into the arena, his head high and his eyes shining brightly, ready for battle. He looked at his opponent, a strong-looking red eastern dragon. He didn't look scared, but Draken could feel the fear inside of him. The human that walked with then ran away and the two dragons got ready. The alarm was then launched and Draken ran under his enemy and slashed the red dragon's belly and send him flying to the wall. Before he could get up, Draken slammed him even more against the brick wall, making the crowd cheer. The vampire dragon then slashed, bit and slammed the red dragon with no mercy. After only minutes, his enemy laid dead on the ground as the victor let out a cry of victory. He was then brought back to his cage, his face, neck, chest and claws covered in blood.

PS: The arena looks like where the ancient gladiators used to fight.

ems • 21 April 2013 at 1:39 AM

@chapus2009
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Once the scary dragon had left, Storm felt a small tear slip from here eye. He was right; she was going to go nuts. And then she'd never be free again... She'd never fly in the open night skies. Forever chained as her mind twisted, breaking as a flower would wilt. She heard the cries of agony coming from the arena--but she knew who'd be victorious. And as the victor was pulled back into the room covered in blood, she looked at him. "How do you do it?" She wondered aloud. "How do you just... Kill?"

chapus • 21 April 2013 at 1:44 AM

@ems

"Oh, it's just instincts darling. You fight, you get better food and you survive. It's just how the world is now. And if you don't adapt to it quickly enough... you end up either dead and your body rots or you finish on a plate." Draken chuckled, still grinning. He then started to lick the blood off his claws, like a cat. "And I almost died my first few battles. Getting whipped and beaten up isn't fun you know." he said, staring at her with his blood red eyes. "Just fight. Don't hold back. Here's a tip. Imagine your enemies are the things you hate the most. That's for beginners. I don't use that trick anymore, cause I've finished by enjoying killing others. But I'm not some monster either. I only kill to survive and only kill in the arena."

nightmare • 21 April 2013 at 1:47 AM

@ems @chapus2009 Gosh. I feel weird writing my username. 😸
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Nightmare was curled up in his exceptionally larger cage. His body was longer instead of wider, so he took up more space then other dragons. Nightmare's wings were large and extremely powerful to be able to lift his long snaking body up in the air.

He opened his jaws in a yawn as he lifted the foremost part of his body up in a striking stance. The dragon moved from side to side, looking for anyone that will make the mistake of glancing into his hypnotic eyes. Yes, this was what this magnificent creature has been brought down to do. When once he was a feared monster of the wild, he was now a captured dragon that could only use his ability to scare away anyone that came near.

Whenever he was placed in the arena, the cheering crowds often had to avoid gazing at his crimson eyes or they would panic or become hypnotized until the eye contact was broken.

ems • 21 April 2013 at 2:00 AM

@chapus2009
Edit: oh sorry @nightmare... XD I posted right when you did.
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Storm nodded. "Well, I guess it's my best chance at survival." She muttered dully, but all too soon a human stumbled over to her cage. She hissed, but the human didn't look very afraid. Instead, he unlocked the cage and threw a chain around her neck, before trying to tug her from the confinement. Because she was being choked, Storm cooperated, hissing in contempt as she was lead away, stealing a final glance at the bloodied dragon.

In the ring, she was met with a new name.

"And this, this is one of our newest competitors! The Fiery Shadow!" A human shouted to the crowd. Booing followed. Obviously, Storm would need to fight to gain a better status...

On the other side of the ring, they brought in a huge blue Western male dragon. "And here we have the Blue Mist!" Chanting and screams of Storm's competitor's ring name created a crazed cacophony of shouts. The bell sounded, and Storm wished for death. But she fought hard and strong, each blow she pretended was being given to the ring-master, each fireball thrown at the man who started all of this. Soon, she was covered in blood, and roared her lament to the crowd, mourning for the other dragon as it let out its final breath.

She was dragged back to her cage, tears washing away the blood covering her face.

hedwig68 • 21 April 2013 at 10:17 AM

@nightmare @chapus2009 @ems

Scythe sat in his cage, he had one close enough to the arena so that he could sometimes catch a glimpse of the fight at hand. As a black dragon was dragged past him, back to her cage, he knew she was crying. He rolled his eyes, "Crying shows weakness, and the weaklings always die." He growled to her and then he stood up, his claws clicking against the bottom of the cave.

He saw a human coming to his cage. They opened it up and retched of his muzzle. The muzzle around his mouth was a crude one, but it served its purpose. It kept him from breathing fire, and if he did he was burned by the hot iron. He then followed the human, walking pridefully out to the arena.

He stood on one end, his next victim on the other. It was a rather small green dragon, it was obviously very young. He looked up at the crowd and saw some chanting his name, Scythe or Bonecrusher is usually what they called him. He then turned to his opponent and leaped. He landed right in front of them and fire left his mouth, burning his opponents face. He then swiped his spiked tail against his back, sending the small dragon flying. To finish it off he jumped on top of the dragon and bit its neck hard. He felt the dragon die and he leaped off, licking the blood from his jaws. He was then led off back to his cage.

thecatcrazykid • 21 April 2013 at 10:19 AM

@ems Wait..was Blue Mist Muriandure? Shoot...I think I'm dead.

Muriandure raised his head, but quickly put it down. His neck ached too much to do much. "Curse that rope." He muttered, staring at his claws. His mangled foot still bled from the trap he had stepped in yesterday, but it was healing.

It was only yesterday Muriandure had been captured and thrown mercilessly into the Fights. Muriandure didn't know what was going on, but he constantly heard screams and gasps and groans, that sounded like dying dragons. Most of those that went out, never came back, and the ones that came back were covered in blood. Weather it was theirs or another dragon's, Muroandure did not know.

Suddenly, there was a rattle of a metal door closing. Casting his eyes away, Muriandure knew immediately who it was. He hated the man that captured him, so much that his stomach filled with rage. The man giggled and leaned drunkenly to a wall, then slurred, "Y'all hungry? Chow time."

He threw bucketful after bucketful of scraps into each dragon's crate, and stumbled away. Muriandure sniffed, and curled his nose. Vomit.

He nudged the dragon in the cage to his left. "When do we get real food?"

There came a rough reply, "Maybe in a few days."

Muriandure looked around, and all the other dragons looked as glum as he felt. His stomach grumbled as another sound of a dragon's death resonated over him. More human shouting, and Muriandure drifted into a fitful, dreamless sleep.