Username: Drako11
Any previous RP Experience: Yes
What subjects do you want to study?: Language, Story and Enviromental Development
Recent links to show your current skill level: (I don't know how to put links to the appropriate post that I want you to see so I am going to have to just paste them on here...sorry.

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Riders of the Storms
‘TINK TINK TINK TSHHHH' "Alright let's take a break Darrian", Alfred the master smith turned from the anvil, placing the hot blade he had been pounding back into the seering heat of the furnace. Darrian smiled, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Releasing the handle he had been cranking to stoke the furnace, Darrian walked gratefully over to a large barrel filled with water. Picking up a ladle he scooped up some of the cool clear water and downed it in one quick gulp. As he was finishing Iliad a farmer who lived about five miles outside Othor, the town Darrian lived and was born in, walked up.
"Ho young Darrian, is Master Alfred about?", Iliad asked. Darrian nodded, "Yes sir, just inside", Darrian replied pointing to the door of the shop. Iliad nodded a thank you then entered. Darrian returned to the barrel, pulling out a rough sack he dunked it in the barrel, the doused his face.
"Darrian", Alfred said coming out of the shop. "Yes?", Darrian replied looking up. "I have to go help Iliad for a couple hours, you watch over the shop for awhile, fill out any orders if they come", Alfred said, turning and heading down the roughly cobbled road towards Iliad's farm, Iliad following close behind. "Yes sir!", Darrian called after him, happy to finally show some people his skill at the anvil.
Darrian returned to the sweltering inside of the shop, and stoked up the furnace anticipating a customer. Noticing the coal was low, he hauled out another sack from the rear of the shop and dumped it into the furnace. It was when he began stirring it in he noticed the oddly shaped unusually large lump of coal. The coal, was slick and smooth, with little orange speckles on it.
Slowly the lump began to glow orange, then shake and shiver, until it was jumping across the bed of coals. Suddenly it hopped out of the furnace onto the ground, where it slowly cooled, then began to crack. Darrian kneeled down interested yet scared at the same time. A large chip fell out and a strange lizard's head popped out. The lizard was a mixture of orange, yellow, and amber. It looked like flames, its eyes were a bright red with small red pupils. This was a flame dragon, king of the element of fire, although Darrian did not know this yet.
Reaching down tenderly, Darrian touched the dragon's head. "AHHH!!", Darrian yelled as his hand, made contact with the dragon's head. A tendril of smoke rose as the heat from the dragon, seared a brand on his hand. There blood was mingled, the rider had been marked, they were one. Darrian pulled back, slowly he reached forward again, this time the dragon did not burn him. Quickly Darrian brushed the rest of the egg away, and taking the baby dragon into the back room began to tend for his hand.
Prairie Farm Dropouts
Sam grinded his old blue ford truck to a stop outside the cafe he sometimes visited. The old rusted muffler of the truck coughed and sputtered as he stopped finally choking out in a fog of smoke. He opened the door with a squeak and slid his stocky body off the gray leather seat, patched many times over by pieces of duct tape. As he passed the front right headlight he noticed it was still on smacking it with his palm he watched it blink out. Turning he shuffled towards the cafe dragging his old Vans through the gravel. He wore a black Slipknot shirt, along with levis’, and a old leather jacket that barely covered his broad shoulders.
He wasn't what you would call a body builder, but if it called for it he could pack some muscle. He ran his fingers through his sandy blond hair and glanced at his blood shot green eyes in the cafe window. Drugs and alcohol had been his worst enemy and best friend ever since he had gotten kicked out of school for buying marijuana, and drinking on school grounds. Now he had been forced to take a job at a local garage that he despised, having always wanted to be a writer. "If I don't knock off this crap soon I won't ever get to write", he thought to himself. Looking up as he entered through the door plastered with ads he noticed Angela sitting at a table with Zenya and some new boy. Angela his one light in the dark world….if only she knew...."Hey Angela!!" he called out waving as he walked over, straightening his hair and clothing as he went along.
Redwall: Season of the Horde
Dyrin stood watching the approaching shore from the bow of his tribes long ship, the sea was rough this morning causing the air to be thick with salt and spray from the sea. He braced himself as for the hundredth time that day a wave came over the side crashing into him and the rowers. Reaching up he adjusted his helm slightly, to wipe the water from his rust colored brow, the helm was crafted to look like the head of a sea serpent its mouth agape ready to bite, the fins of serpent curved around to his cheeks providing protection for his face, and the fangs of the serpent grew down to just above his eyes protecting his brow. On his abdomen was a light, yet strong suit of steel chain mail, and on his belt he wore a set of twin fighting hatchets with special extended handles inlaid with gold scrawling given to him by his father. Finally the ship approached the shore and the rowers with a last giant heave drove the elegant crafts bow, crested by the head of the same serpent as Dyrin's helmet, into the wet sand.
Dyrin jumped off the ship his stocky yet agile body landing on the wet sand, the sea water swirling around his feet erasing his footprints instantly. Shading his eyes he looked up at a cliff face off to the right, noticing a few gulls there watching the ship with hunger driven interest. Off to the right he noticed a break in the continuous cliff face. A small river opened up to the ocean from inland made a perfect path for he and his men to go farther into the new land to search for a home stead as was there mission form the chief, Dyrin's father. "Row her back out boys! We're going up that river!" Dyrin yelled back to his men who had just started to unload the ship. Looking up they scowled and grumbled, but obeyed and began packing everything back up and preparing to sail again. Dryin looked once again to the river, a mile or so down the river he was the beginnings of a lush forest, bushes full of berries, mushrooms, nuts, and fruit. All the essential things needed to survive. Dyrin turned back to the ship tearing his gaze away from the beautiful land, this was going to be a good home he thought as the ship shoved off and headed up the river.
What are your strengths: Ummm...I am not really certain
Where do you feel you need to improve?: I wish to better explain the world around me, and to broaden my use of colorful language
What, as a whole, do you want achieve by studying in the RPA?: I wish to become a better RP'er as a whole so I can feel good about my posts. I also wish to get the degree and become a teacher at RPA is that is possible...
Do you agree to abide by all RPGateway, RPA rules, the Student's Charter, and any specific rules placed upon you by your individual subject professors?: YES SIR!