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British Aerial Corps
Humans

Full name: Kelsey Evans
Nicknames: Kelse(kels), Kel, Ev and Kelly
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Date of Birth: June 27th, 1780
National Loyalty: Britain
Nationality: Irish-British
Rank: Captain
Height: 161cm
Weight: 59kg

Paired with: Caelum the Xenica

Known languages: Can speak read and write in english, can read basic Latin, understands basic French.
Appearance: Flowing natural red hair that reaches below her shoulders but most often seen in a tight bun to draw suspiscion away from her gender. She has a sharper nose than most however still has the curve on the bridge of it with freckles dotting her cheeks and along the curve of her nose and forehead. Kelsey's eyes are dark brown while her skin pigment is quite light. Kelse feels most comfortable in her uniform for she feels honour in wearing it around the Aerial Corps bases.
Personality: Indulges herself in her career yet has hobbies outside of work also. She gets long with most in the British Aerial Corps but has a stict personality coming from such a family. Kelse enjoys lone flights with her dragon companion Caelum however, as the two practice communication and skills outside of wars and conflicts.
Bio: Her Father coming from Generations in the Aerial Corps, Kelsey has been expected to rise herself to her own fame being that she is the only child her father had. Almost 26 years ago, he had lost his own dragon in conflict where he was sent on leave to relax from the trauma; which was also when he had spent the night with an Irish woman.

Many years later his 'illegitimate daughter' was traced to him which he was surprised to believe he had a child; her biological mother had disappeared and was found homeless. Evans took his true daughter in and sent her into the Aerial Corps once she was of age. Decades later, Kelly does her best to rise to fame and please her father's high expectations, rising to rank of Captain in 1801 when a Xenica Dragon hatched and accepted her as his Human.


Full name: Lieutenant. Scott Louis Hughes
Nicknames: Capp'a or Cappa, due to his accent when asking for tea (Cuppa tea)
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Date of Birth: April 13th, 1763
National Loyalty: Britain
Nationality: British
Rank: Lieutenant
Height:[/u] 168cm
Weight: 74kg

Paired with: N/A

Known languages: English is his first language (read, write speaks) however knows little German speaking.
Appearance:
Personality: A friendly (and shockingly immature for his age) middle-aged man, who is happy with his current rank and position in the Aerial Corps. Having never been determined to become a Dragon's Captain (with the comparison responsibility of taking care of a child or family member) was not something he believed he would succeed in. He is well know for his delicate tastes in tea and brightening a dull and depressing mood during times of loss, which makes him a valuable part of his crew.
Bio:

Dragons

Full name: Caelum
Nicknames: Cae (KAY) and Cael (KAY-l)
Gender: Male
Age: 4
Date of Hatching: January 13th, 1801
National Loyalty: Britain
Breed: Xenica
Length: 12 metres
Wingspan: 9 metres
Weight: 10 tonnes
Weightclass: Heavy Lightweight

Paired with: Cpt. Kelsey Evans

Appearance: Of a firey-maroon colour with black and dark orange markings along the wings and front legs. He has thick yet short horns and small needle like chin spikes.
Personality: Mostly silent but occasionally speaks up only when needed. Very devoted to Kelsey and often follows her orders or 'suggestions'; occasionally replying with more advice in the situation through a dragon's eyes. He believes he does not require friends and acts mostly of the loner type, giving Kelsey space whenever she needs it but of course still very protective of her.
Bio: Once Kelsey had become Captain and assigned an egg, it took only a matter of weeks for the egg to finally hatch and reveal the Xenica hatchling, Caelum. Kelsey read his personality with ease once it sat up perfectly before her moments later and accepted her. They currently experiment and work on a method of communicating in Flight without verbal communication.

Empire Français
Human
Username: @Chance
Full name: Nathalie Abel
Nickanmes: Nat (friendly), Frenchie (unfriendly)
Gender: Female
Age: 26 Years
Date of Birth: March 14th
National Loyalty: France
Nationality: Italian X French
Rank: Captain
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 145lbs
Paired with: Chrysos
Known languages: French (read, write, speak), English (is learning, knows basics of speech), Italian (speaks little)
Appearance: Nat takes more from her mother. With dirty blonde curls that have since been bleached by the sun and a rounder shape. Her skin is tan, but losing its color from being inside more. Freckles dust over her cheeks and nose lightly. Her eyes are blue, a gift from her father, as well as her straight nose and resting face, which usually looks like she's brooding or upset. Hardly the case, she's usually quite content and laid back.
Personality: Nat isn't judgmental, preferring to look at the world in both an offensive and defensive way. Hating a nation is easy, but hating each individual is beneath her. Taking risks is not something she does lightly, nor sacrificing lives. She comes off as indifferent and a soldier, but is actually quite friendly. Learning is a favorite pass time, along with hearing stories of other places. Courage is what got her here and she likes to stay that way, prefer honesty and truth to modesty.
Bio: Born into the navy it seemed like she'd never have gotten off the transport ships. When the age came that she could join the corps, she jumped off that boat to dry land immediately. Hard working and taking any job she could get, Nat rose through the ranks with the occasional draw back as usual. Being paired with a dragon had been a life long dream, but the methods she'd gone through to get a dragon left her hurrying for each hatching. She'd been in four hatchings thus far, each new born taking another Captain for one reason or another. Not having a dragon meant she couldn't get off the rock and into the air. It'd been a wonder she'd been allowed in on the next hatching, she believes it was to pacify her. She stood in that room with others who'd been in battles much more heavy and severe than she'd think, but each in a position of greater standing then her own. Guess they didn't think the little Flamme-de Gloire would chose her.

Username: @Chance
Full name: Chrysos
Nickanmes: Rayures ("Stripes")
Gender: Male
Age: 10 Years
Date of Hatching: July 23rd
National Loyalty: France
Breed: Flamme-de Gloire
Weight: 17tons
Weightclass: Middleweight
Paired with: Nathalie Abel
Appearance: The classic Flamme-de Gloire, Chrysos is black with the traditional golden markings that drape across his spine and edge the wing membrane. His horns are wide and curled towards his jaws. With a large barrel chest and wide jaws on top of a thick neck, suited to the fire breather he is. He's stalky and strong, with his middle and tail taking up most of his body length.
Personality: Very pushy and bossy, Chrysos is not known for his subtlety often. His bonded, himself, fleet members, and then Nat's officers are put first. In that order, regardless of any situation. Nat is the one he listens to and lets boss him around. France sees him as 'delicate,' something that can't be spared. He's usually kept in the coverts unless a squad of Papillon-Noir. Chrysos loves when people present gifts, of any nature - the most frequent polished rocks or small jewelry Nat can wear.
Bio: Hatching in the military compounds had proved to be dull, he'd gotten his Captain Nathalie simply because she was practically glaring at him. A fire to match his own? Hardly. She keeps him in check, through all the troop trainings and flags. Even when he hatched and received his harness, Chrysos had been expected to sit and wait patiently. Nat had been kind to feed him right off the bat then let him outside in the sun. Those simple gestures earn her a wide range of respect in his book. To the point, yet takes pleasure in the small things.

United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland
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Full name: Arran
Nicknames: Ari, 'Aaron'
Gender: Male
Age: 20years
Date of Hatching: January 26th
National Loyalty: Britian
Breed: Parnassian
Weight: 19tons
Weightclass: Heavy
Paired with: (Is Open to another player)
Appearance: A traditional Parnassian, with a creamy white body, starting from the wide jaws to the tail is a black coloring along the spine which drapes down into speckling, the same goes for the paws and legs, the membrane between the wing fingers is black along the outer edges with larger spots along the bone, a very dark red is lightly dusted between the speckles of the wings and jaws, but is hardly seen unless in a bright setting. His eyes are also the same dark red. Unusually large jaws and claws, has two black horns angled back towards the wings above the eyes.
Personality: Arran is a soldier - hard faced, hard won, and stubborn. Dutiful, loyal, and standoffish. If gotten alone and some place he's comfortable, he's very gentle and careful of others despite his size. He's got scars across his flanks and limbs, from where he'd latched onto other dragons and the riders had tried to cut him off.
Bio: Hatched to Jonathon Wells in the British Corps, Arran spent the first seventeen years of his life fighting and training. Living in the converts was all he knew, all he cared to know. His assigned formation was family, those around him friends. During the beginning of the wars, it'd turned ugly. In one of the battles he'd lost his Aviator, which sent him into a down spiral of chaos. Turned hard by the loss of his friend, Arran had sought seclusion where possible within the breeding grounds. He's been out of the game for nearly four years, but is seeking another Captain through the traditional means of being exposed to different people occasionally.