Dreamer Teen:
Name: Daria Anna Dawson
Psuedonym/Pen name(optional): Draco Azure/ Dawn Starling
Nickname: Daria, Anna, Rianna(Ree-anne-nuh), Dawn, Anne. Pretty much anything, though prefers Dawn or Dragon.
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 162 lbs
Likes: Animals, reading/writing, music, helping others, dreaming and laughing.
Dislikes: Crime, mean people, perverts, being called a liar, being lied to, having to break out of a trance(daydream).
Sexuality: Genophobic
Preferred Genre: Fantasy/adventure.
Novel title: Dragon Oracles: Origins.
Novel Sample:
"Days and days go by as peace is sustained.
What the evil black dragon's mind has contained,
is the fall of our beautiful society.
No army big or strong can go up and win.
Only with the help of the lovely Earth maiden,
can hope stand a chance of surviving him.
The being where humans and dragons coalesce
is the crucial key to everlasting repose."
A regal man stood tall in the center of a cold, stone room. It wasn't extremely bitter cold, but there was that small chill that runs up your spine. The room was dimly lit and the man could barely quote those words from a stone tablet that hung on the wall, directly above the entrance of the room. Even though there was barely enough light to read the words, you could still make out the surroundings.
It was the Throne Chamber. Yes, Throne Chamber. For it belonged to the man. The King Monarva of Azakra. Just as his hair was naturally purple, so were the walls. The stone used had been carved from the great Corodra mountains. The Corodra Mountains were known for the oddly colored rocks that formed the mountains. On each stone in the wall was a carving for good fortune and health. The stones weren't the only things that were purple. The coverings of the throne, itself, were purple. This was done to show their loyalty and to honor the king. It was actually one of his favorite rooms in the entire castle.
The man himself stood tall. Taller than many of the statues and even was taller than the chair itself, which its size seemed to make it stand out in the enormous room. He had a purple cape and clothing covering his lightly pale skin. His neon purple hair came down just past his shoulders. He didn't wear a crown, though. Despite it being an important symbol to his role as the king, he never liked it or the importance that it represented. So, he didn't wear it.
Many pillars decorated the room and had carvings. Most of which were symbols created by draconian monks to keep an air of peace to the throne. At this point in time, however, many things had been bothering him. Nothing could put his restless mind at ease. Every decision he made with full of tension and desperation. Ever since one of the greatest and only wars in Azakrian history, everything had gone from bad to worse. Very recently had an accurate oracle foretold the end of the world. Their only chance they would have for survival was the prophecy of Azakra's Savior.
Monarva had been pacing back and forth, deep in his train of thought. He had been trying to decide what would be less consequential. He'd have to send a warrior to Earth, but no one had ever been there. They'd only heard rumors of what the humans were like. If he sent the wrong person, they'd hurry themselves and bring the wrong person and that could lead to something even worse. They'd only have one chance and if that chance failed? Well, no one really wanted to think about that. Finally turning to someone, Monarva had made up his mind.
"Please call forth Cawelfe. It's urgent that I speak with him." He ordered, sending the person away. It would take about half an hour and until then, he could figure what to tell Cawelfe. Cawelfe was his most trusted warrior. No matter what, he had kept his faith and never once had he questioned Monarva's judgments. He could definitely trust him with the task at hand. If anyone could be trusted, it was him.
Cawelfe had finally arrived and in half the time it normally took him. He knew well enough to know that the king never called someone forward urgently, unless it was. He knew that the king was more of a fun-lover than a serious king. The look on Monarva's face was more than serious. It was tense and almost desperate. Whatever he had to say, it definitely couldn't be good. Cawelfe bent his two front legs and flared his wings back behind him. It wasn't his best bow, but it was just for formality. This was urgent and he didn't want to waste much time on formalities.
"My liege. What's the emergency?" He asked, ready to take whatever was thrown at him. Monarva smiled at his readiness and knew he was right in choosing Cawelfe.
"First of all, you'll need your human state for it." The king told him, waiting for him to come out of his normal state. He was a dragon, after all and so was the king. However, the king himself was required to stay in human form, unless in battle, which rarely ever happened. He quoted the prophecy once more, so that Cawelfe could know it. He had heard it before, but repeating it might help him. "I can't just send anyone to Earth. You're the best I've got. Please find our savior and bring her here."
Cawelfe had no idea how to react. The prophecy was nearly 100 years in age. Almost everyone in Azakra had heard it at least once, but there had never been a need to go to Earth. Was Azakra coming to an end? Cawelfe couldn't let that happen. Cawelfe's face showed his determination as he looked back to Monarva. "My liege. I will hurry and get back. I won't let this world crumble. I won't fail, I swear it."
"Then go, and know that Azakra has lain this task on your shoulders. Don't be too hasty, lest you make a mistake." Monarva said.
Cawelfe nodded. After a few seconds, he concentrated hard on the name of the place he wanted to go. Earth. Earth was the one word he repeated in thought over and over. He'd said it until he could no longer hear any roars. The only noise he heard flutters of feathered wings and chirping. Opening his eyes, he found himself in the center of a desolate forest. He wasn't exactly sure where to go, so he just started walking anywhere, wandering around like a lost, pampered puppy that had no idea of what the outside world was like. Funnily enough, he was a black and white wolf dragon.
When he got to the roadside, he'd had no idea of it. Hearing a loud noise, he barely managed to jump far enough backwards to avoid getting hit by a huge mechanical monster. With his heart pumping a mile a minute, he fell backwards in alarm. It left as suddenly as it had come. When he calmed down, he jumped to his feet and unsheathed the sword that lay in its hilt at his side. Where had the monster gone? How dare it threaten his life and run away Like that? A coward, that's what it was.
Calming himself and sheathed his sword again, as he didn't have time to waste. He had to find their savior at all costs and he'd never let these monsters stop him from his goal, either. Nevertheless, he cautiously stepped onto the road and crossed it. There were very small castles around where he now was, with more of those monsters, but he didn't find them as threats since they were just standing there and they were smaller, too.
He knew it would take a long time to find the girl he was looking for, so he had to hurry his searching. Starting to go down a hill towards the miniature castles, he started to notice people were giving him nervous glances everywhere he went and they seemed to be avoiding him. Figuring it had to be the sword, He took off a large Azakrian coat and concealed it from view. The coat itself was a light gray and had very strange markings all over it.
He started to walk around town and saw in the distance a castle that was larger than most, but smaller than others. It seemed to hold many humans and a few seemed to be teaching large amounts of younger humans. Then there were several who were just walking around, talking in the halls. Hearing a loud shrill noise, Cawelfe stopped suddenly, not liking the sound he was hearing. It was quite annoying. Just as he was getting ready to leave, something stopped him.
It was the Throne Chamber. Yes, Throne Chamber. For it belonged to the man. The King Monarva of Azakra. Just as his hair was naturally purple, so were the walls. The stone used had been carved from the great Corodra mountains. The Corodra Mountains were known for the oddly colored rocks that formed the mountains. On each stone in the wall was a carving for good fortune and health. The stones weren't the only things that were purple. The coverings of the throne, itself, were purple. This was done to show their loyalty and to honor the king. It was actually one of his favorite rooms in the entire castle.
The man himself stood tall. Taller than many of the statues and even was taller than the chair itself, which its size seemed to make it stand out in the enormous room. He had a purple cape and clothing covering his lightly pale skin. His neon purple hair came down just past his shoulders. He didn't wear a crown, though. Despite it being an important symbol to his role as the king, he never liked it or the importance that it represented. So, he didn't wear it.
Many pillars decorated the room and had carvings. Most of which were symbols created by draconian monks to keep an air of peace to the throne. At this point in time, however, many things had been bothering him. Nothing could put his restless mind at ease. Every decision he made with full of tension and desperation. Ever since one of the greatest and only wars in Azakrian history, everything had gone from bad to worse. Very recently had an accurate oracle foretold the end of the world. Their only chance they would have for survival was the prophecy of Azakra's Savior.
Monarva had been pacing back and forth, deep in his train of thought. He had been trying to decide what would be less consequential. He'd have to send a warrior to Earth, but no one had ever been there. They'd only heard rumors of what the humans were like. If he sent the wrong person, they'd hurry themselves and bring the wrong person and that could lead to something even worse. They'd only have one chance and if that chance failed? Well, no one really wanted to think about that. Finally turning to someone, Monarva had made up his mind.
"Please call forth Cawelfe. It's urgent that I speak with him." He ordered, sending the person away. It would take about half an hour and until then, he could figure what to tell Cawelfe. Cawelfe was his most trusted warrior. No matter what, he had kept his faith and never once had he questioned Monarva's judgments. He could definitely trust him with the task at hand. If anyone could be trusted, it was him.
Cawelfe had finally arrived and in half the time it normally took him. He knew well enough to know that the king never called someone forward urgently, unless it was. He knew that the king was more of a fun-lover than a serious king. The look on Monarva's face was more than serious. It was tense and almost desperate. Whatever he had to say, it definitely couldn't be good. Cawelfe bent his two front legs and flared his wings back behind him. It wasn't his best bow, but it was just for formality. This was urgent and he didn't want to waste much time on formalities.
"My liege. What's the emergency?" He asked, ready to take whatever was thrown at him. Monarva smiled at his readiness and knew he was right in choosing Cawelfe.
"First of all, you'll need your human state for it." The king told him, waiting for him to come out of his normal state. He was a dragon, after all and so was the king. However, the king himself was required to stay in human form, unless in battle, which rarely ever happened. He quoted the prophecy once more, so that Cawelfe could know it. He had heard it before, but repeating it might help him. "I can't just send anyone to Earth. You're the best I've got. Please find our savior and bring her here."
Cawelfe had no idea how to react. The prophecy was nearly 100 years in age. Almost everyone in Azakra had heard it at least once, but there had never been a need to go to Earth. Was Azakra coming to an end? Cawelfe couldn't let that happen. Cawelfe's face showed his determination as he looked back to Monarva. "My liege. I will hurry and get back. I won't let this world crumble. I won't fail, I swear it."
"Then go, and know that Azakra has lain this task on your shoulders. Don't be too hasty, lest you make a mistake." Monarva said.
Cawelfe nodded. After a few seconds, he concentrated hard on the name of the place he wanted to go. Earth. Earth was the one word he repeated in thought over and over. He'd said it until he could no longer hear any roars. The only noise he heard flutters of feathered wings and chirping. Opening his eyes, he found himself in the center of a desolate forest. He wasn't exactly sure where to go, so he just started walking anywhere, wandering around like a lost, pampered puppy that had no idea of what the outside world was like. Funnily enough, he was a black and white wolf dragon.
When he got to the roadside, he'd had no idea of it. Hearing a loud noise, he barely managed to jump far enough backwards to avoid getting hit by a huge mechanical monster. With his heart pumping a mile a minute, he fell backwards in alarm. It left as suddenly as it had come. When he calmed down, he jumped to his feet and unsheathed the sword that lay in its hilt at his side. Where had the monster gone? How dare it threaten his life and run away Like that? A coward, that's what it was.
Calming himself and sheathed his sword again, as he didn't have time to waste. He had to find their savior at all costs and he'd never let these monsters stop him from his goal, either. Nevertheless, he cautiously stepped onto the road and crossed it. There were very small castles around where he now was, with more of those monsters, but he didn't find them as threats since they were just standing there and they were smaller, too.
He knew it would take a long time to find the girl he was looking for, so he had to hurry his searching. Starting to go down a hill towards the miniature castles, he started to notice people were giving him nervous glances everywhere he went and they seemed to be avoiding him. Figuring it had to be the sword, He took off a large Azakrian coat and concealed it from view. The coat itself was a light gray and had very strange markings all over it.
He started to walk around town and saw in the distance a castle that was larger than most, but smaller than others. It seemed to hold many humans and a few seemed to be teaching large amounts of younger humans. Then there were several who were just walking around, talking in the halls. Hearing a loud shrill noise, Cawelfe stopped suddenly, not liking the sound he was hearing. It was quite annoying. Just as he was getting ready to leave, something stopped him.
Crush: Cawelfe(even if he isn't really real). Otherwise, no one yet.
Pets: A cat named Kuwai, and a rabbit named Fluffles.
Theme Song: "Drive" by Incubus
Personality: Dragea is a normally kind, caring girl. She enjoys helping others and normally won't lose her temper, unless she was rudely awaken. She can tend to get along with anyone, except for certain people, though it's a rarity. She is very musically dependent, and even if she hasn't a flute or MP3((Another rarity to not have one on her)) or anything on her, she'll sing until she feels content. She's very optimistic, and usually pretty gullible.
Bio: Daria was a normal girl, always looking for a little adventure in her life. When she was 9, she took fencing and martial arts lessons. She also was taught Guitar by her mother and older brother at the age of 17.
She always had a fascination for her dreams, oddly always being lucid, for strange reason. In her last year of middle school, her love of writing started flaring, and started turning her dreams into short stories and such. In Freshman year, she bloomed with her first novel idea, and has been working on since(in procrastination form, meaning once every few months).
That was when her teacher told her about the Inspirational Institute for Aspiring Authors, and secretly enrolled her to see if she'd make it. Daria did, and she jumped at the chance. Now, she heads off in the morning, with a happy heart. She'll be happier when she learns the magic of the school.
Other: Likes suspense and being unpredictable. She's even considered killing off her main character, then bringing her back later on in the story.
Controlled puppeteer: Dragea Draconis
