Post by Cepheus the Pessimistic on Jan 21, 2007 13:28:29 GMT -5
((Know what? For the heck of it, I'm a-gonna add some quotes in parentheses, just for personalization’s sake. The quotes will be in quotation marks AND parentheses…if it gets to confusing, I can edit it out…sorry to say, but I have too much fun with such things.))
Rider
Full Name: Aurora
Race: Human (“Do you see any pointed ears?”), Rider
Side: I fight for who I want, when I want (which, most of the time, is for myself).
Birthplace: (“Somewhere…Still persisting? Fine…”) The upper areas of Teirm
Age: (“How impolite!”) Twenty-one (21)
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 24
Eyes: Her eyes start out as a green-tinted hazel in the center, gradually growing to be a vibrant green on the outer edges.
Hair: Her hair is a pale brown, with two (magically added) blonde streaks in the front. Her hair comes down to her shoulders, and is typically either let loose (when she seeks to impress someone) with just the right amount of bounce and body or pulled back in a tightly held bun (when she’s doing anything else).
Weight: (“Alright, now that’s even worse!”) 130 pounds
Height: Five feet, seven inches.
Magic User: Yes, and pretty adept, if she does say so herself. She wouldn’t out match an elf, of course, but she’s good, at least for a human.
Clothing: Until I come up with something better (or buy armor), Aurora wears an earthy, green tunic. She wears pants beneath that, which are colored black, the same shade as the sash that ties around her waist. The tunic’s sleeves end at the shoulder, revealing sleeves that run down to the middle of her forearm and are colored black as well. Her boots come up to the middle of her shin, the toes of which are carved of steel (“’Cause no one ever said I played nicely when I fought!”) for crushing and other such purposes.
Weapons: A Rider’s blade that she has so fondly named “Mithuth (it means ‘sin’ in Drow).
The sword is long, with waving edges (the center of the blade remains on the same course, but the edges appear curved and uneven). The blade itself is thin and appears weak, but, as it was carved with the skill of elven smiths, it is practically impossible to break. There are runes etched into either side, most of which are assumed to be different spells the smithy cast to keep the sword in its fine condition. There is a bright green, matching the scales of Eridor, stripe that runs down the center of the blade, widening as it moves down the blade, so that there is only about half a foot of silver showing on each side of the steel, with the appearance of a quarter circle.
The hilt is perhaps the most ornate part of the sword. Two spikes curve out from the base of the blade, creating jagged crescent. Two smaller pieces spike out of the crescent, curving in the opposite direction and stopping just before it hits the rest of the hilt. The pommel is bound in leather, with just a bit of metal poking out of the bottom, to provide for a better grip.
((This was the inspiration for Mithuth. The sword isn’t mine, and I found it here.))
Personality: For a Rider, Aurora is extremely light hearted, immature, and rebellious. Oh, she knows about all the teachings, how she is supposed to protect the people and keep the peace, but she finds it so terribly boring. Her growing up in a pampered household that taught her to view others as lesser beings didn’t help with her view of the world, either. She only seeks to benefit herself and Eridor, and refuses to help others unless they’ve helped her first or aiding them is in her best interests.
Aurora refuses to resume the chains that the Riders once held. She won’t patrol the continent, she won’t force herself into pain for another person’s sake, and she absolutely will not do anything that might hurt her. She doesn’t love the people of this world that much.
Despite what others might think, Aurora is not excessively vain. She uses her beauty to get what she wants, but most of the time, she gives it little thought. But when she does want something, Aurora can be quite persuasive and charismatic. She’s stubborn, and rarely gives up in a battle of wits (and is never inclined to do so in a physical battle) or words. She has a sharp tongue, but it sometimes gets a mind of its own, giving Aurora barely enough time to think up the words before she spits them out.
Aurora has a fiery temper, but the fuse isn’t always easy to light. Her parents taught her a strict rule of neutrality, which she has held fast to since. But if you successfully get her angry, she can be nearly impossible to calm down unless she gets her way.
Aurora isn’t afraid to play “dirty” when she fights. (“I’d rather live and be considered “dishonored” for a month than die over morals.”) She’ll kill fallen enemies if she feels that they might pose a threat if they live, but she doesn’t kill unnecessarily.
Likes: What does she like? For starters, she loves flaunting her achievements (most of which are blown far out of proportion), showing off her oh-so-obvious beauty, playing Murtagh and Eragon against eachother, being the best at everything she can, the praise that people give her for just being existent, she will absolutely never let anyone so much as touch Eridor without her consent…oh, the list goes on and on…
Dislikes: She dislikes a lot of things. She can’t stand being ignored (“How can anyone ignore me?”), she’s not too fond of Eragon (she hadn’t anticipated the collapse of her father’s business with Gallbatorix’s death), she loathes being outdone, she never lets herself be seen as inferior to another, no matter on what level,
Family:
Grandmother (Aenthi) – died of old age
Father – still in Teirm, but struggling with finances
Mother – still with Father, but she’s apparently sick with something
Three Sisters – one died of a plague that swept through Teirm at the time of Gallbatorix’s death, one married off to a noble, and the third has yet to be married, and currently plays maid to Mother.
Brief History Aurora was born to a rich family (three siblings, two sisters and one boy, and her parents – her grandmother also lived with her at the time) during the reign of Gallbatorix. Her father was the owner of one of the largest shipping industries in the land, and thus they were always well of when he was in charge. She was pampered and spoiled throughout her life – being the firstborn, she even got the best out of all her sibling.
While Aurora’s parents supported Gallbatorix quite willingly, and were not afraid to talk about it, Aurora’s grandmother was considered a little “off the wall.” No matter what Gallbatorix did, whether it benefited them or not, she always had a complaint. Sometimes Aurora would listen in as her grandmother rambled on about old days when Dragon Riders ruled from above, astride their powerful dragons, but most of the time, Aurora was too busy with her “paid off” (as some of the more bold kids joked; most of them never did it again if Aurora caught them – she had her connections).
When Aurora turned eighteen, she was lined up with several others to pass by the last egg to hatch. As Aurora passed it by, running her hand lightly along the egg, the egg gave a squeak and a rock. The King’s happiness was evident, but there was another expression on his face: one that Aurora could only place as that of an animal about to catch its prey. It unnerved her.
Aurora soon learned why. When the egg hatched, revealing a small bundle of green, the King told her to place her palm on the dragon’s head. A little too trusting, she did as she was told. The excruciating pain that ensued was more than a little surprising, and it fueled a growing dislike of Gallbatorix as well as the fire that was burning away her trust in the man who ruled.
When Aurora learned that she was also to fight, she hadn’t been worried. But upon learning more about Eridor and their bond, she grew to dislike the idea. And so she began seeking a way for them to escape. She found her salvation in a man named Jeod who had connections to the Varden.
Through Jeod and his messengers, Aurora passed on information to the Varden. In turn, they promised to have Eragon kill Gallbatorix. Aurora wasn’t fully convinced of someone younger than even herself being able to defeat a man centuries old, but she also knew she had little other choice.
Her doubt was proved fruitless when Eragon succeeded a while after, destroying Gallbatorix, freeing Shruikan, and ultimately paving the way for Aurora and Eridor’s escape. The pair left in a rush, eager to be out of the palace. But they had not left entirely unprepared: Gallbatorix had given them a Rider’s blade and taught them various magics and swordplay.
Aurora hid away for a while, trying to avoid notice until Eridor was big enough to not be threatened by most creatures. Aurora also wanted time to think – Murtagh and Eragon were fighting eachother now, which she found slightly amusing, but she didn’t want to choose sides. And thus she made her own decision: to fight for the benefit of herself and her dragon.
Anything Extra: Hum…not much…
Role-play Sample: ((Well, this was part of my idea for my first thread in the role-play. Does it really matter if I use it in two places?
Warning: Depending upon which skin you’re using, you might not be able to see the “mental” words. Eridor’s are green and Aurora’s are blue; all of them are italicized. I'm thinking that this will be “code” for these two.))
Aurora stood on the edge of a cliff, staring lazily out at sea. Her arms were crossed over her chest, one leg braced under her weight and the other stuck carelessly in front of her. But her dragon, Eridor, was nowhere to be seen.
A half-second later, the beating of wings filled the air. Aurora’s eyes flicked to the side, and she tilted her head to watch as Eridor slowed his descent. What took you so long? she asked, a bit impatient.
Eridor’s lip curled back and he gave a guttural chuckle. He took a while to give an answer, purposely annoying Aurora. Out with it![/color] she exclaimed. I was about to go looking for you!
Eridor’s chuckling abruptly stopped. I told you – I was hunting.[/i] He snorted. But I know you – you wouldn’t have come looking for me. You were too lost in thought to even notice me until you could feel the wind.
Aurora shook her head, turning to look back at the sea. Eridor, his curiosity seeping through their mental link, stepped up behind her. He arched his neck so that his eyes were at the same level as Aurora’s.
Ah, the sea,[/color] he said. But what are you looking for?[/color]
Aurora’s hand strayed up to rub Eridor on the nose. Just thinking, she said. Her thoughts wavered for a moment, slipping back to think about her father. About my family. I haven’t seen them in ages…but I don’t want to go back. I'm afraid of what Father might do. He supported Gallbatorix too willingly, and I don’t know if he might blame me for his business failing. Since the King’s fall, other businesses, those that were failing during his reign, sprang back and those that supported the King failed.[/i] Aurora sighed. I'm afraid. For Father’s sake – I don’t want my own father to become a beggar on the streets, but I'm afraid for our sakes too. He might blame us, and lash out in his anger.[/color] Eridor snorted dismissively. I know he wouldn’t be able to hurt us…but the only way to make him stop trying to fight us might be to… Aurora didn’t finish the sentence; she didn’t need to.
Eridor raised his head, nudging her gently in the back. He gave a reassuring rumble. I had thought that you wanted Gallbatorix dead,[/color] he said. You didn’t want to fight for him.[/color]
Aurora gave a hollow laugh. I wanted to escape. I hadn’t expected to care this much about you. I thought it would be simple to make you fight for what you didn’t want to…but I felt so guilty whenever I actually talked…I just couldn’t make myself do it. I didn’t want to fight, which is why I worked with the Varden. Given any other choice, I wouldn’t have associated myself with that ragtag band of rebels…but, through them, we won our freedom.
Eridor nodded, lying down next to her. He curled his tail protectively around her, still watching the sea with her. Then why do you still think of it?[/color] he asked.
Because our freedom cost Father his money. Now his business is failing, and I can’t help but feel that it’s my fault.[/i]
Eridor curled his tail a little more tightly around her. He supported Gallbatorix. It was inevitable that once he fell that your father’s business would fail.[/color] He turned his gaze back to sea. And who knows? If he knew that we would try to help him, he might be grateful.[/color]
Aurora jerked from the coil of Eridor’s tail. And how do you propose we help him?[/color] she demanded, tears pricking in her eyes. We have no money! All I have to sell is my own clothing,[/color] she gestured towards it as she spoke, which isn’t going to get us much more than ten crowns, and Mithuth, which I absolutely will not sell. Without it, I won’t be able to fight at all…[/color]
Eridor watched with pity in his eyes, but he didn’t reply. Aurora grunted despairingly, collapsing back against his side. The warm heat of his body was reassuring, but she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of guilt that pushed her heart into her throat.
Eridor shielded Aurora with a wing. The light that seeped through the leathery skin took on a greenish tint, but Aurora didn’t notice at that moment. She was used to it, anyways – with all of the times that she had been shielded from wind and sun by his wings, she had grown used to it.
Sleep now, little one,[/color] was all Eridor could come up with to say. Things will look better in the morning.[/color] In spite of the bravery of his words, he didn’t feel too sure, himself.
Dragon
Name:
Age: I'm going to go out on a limb here and say three years.
Gender: Male
Color: Hmm…I wasn’t too certain whether you still wanted a code, so I got one: This green, code 00BE26.
Personality: In many ways like, and most likely influenced by, his rider, Aurora. He has a quick mind and bold tongue. He normally does not have to worry about speaking his mind, since most people aren’t crazy enough to challenge a dragon’s point of view. His choice of words are usually blatant, as he prefers to “tell it like it is”, although he did gain some sarcasm from Aurora.
Special Markings (if any): His scales fade slightly on his underside, but its hardly noticeable except to someone who really wants to notice such a thing. He has two horns that stick back along the angle of his head, twisting slightly. There are two bony plates that come out of each side of his jaw-bone, with four dull, rounded spikes along the edge (facing his neck).
His overall body shape is lithe and longer-limbed, as far as dragons go. His legs and neck are long, but still strong. His tail flattens out at the base, almost like a rudder, with two spikes on each side (the ones closest to his body being the larger ones), making his tail as deadly a weapon as his teeth or claws.
Along his neck is a row of spikes which are connected by a long frill that runs along with it. It melds into his back at the base of his neck, leaving room for Aurora to sit.
A picture, of sorts. Eridor, unlike the picture, has no spots, just solid green. He’s also got the plate…yeh, it wasn’t the best picture, but I love the Dungeons and Dragons’ dragons…
((Bleh, it started out alright, but near the end…I felt like I went into unnecessary detail and rambles…
If anyone thinks it could be improved, please tell me; I'm not particularly fond of this one. <<;
)
Rider
Full Name: Aurora
Race: Human (“Do you see any pointed ears?”), Rider
Side: I fight for who I want, when I want (which, most of the time, is for myself).
Birthplace: (“Somewhere…Still persisting? Fine…”) The upper areas of Teirm
Age: (“How impolite!”) Twenty-one (21)
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 24
Eyes: Her eyes start out as a green-tinted hazel in the center, gradually growing to be a vibrant green on the outer edges.
Hair: Her hair is a pale brown, with two (magically added) blonde streaks in the front. Her hair comes down to her shoulders, and is typically either let loose (when she seeks to impress someone) with just the right amount of bounce and body or pulled back in a tightly held bun (when she’s doing anything else).
Weight: (“Alright, now that’s even worse!”) 130 pounds
Height: Five feet, seven inches.
Magic User: Yes, and pretty adept, if she does say so herself. She wouldn’t out match an elf, of course, but she’s good, at least for a human.
Clothing: Until I come up with something better (or buy armor), Aurora wears an earthy, green tunic. She wears pants beneath that, which are colored black, the same shade as the sash that ties around her waist. The tunic’s sleeves end at the shoulder, revealing sleeves that run down to the middle of her forearm and are colored black as well. Her boots come up to the middle of her shin, the toes of which are carved of steel (“’Cause no one ever said I played nicely when I fought!”) for crushing and other such purposes.
Weapons: A Rider’s blade that she has so fondly named “Mithuth (it means ‘sin’ in Drow).
The sword is long, with waving edges (the center of the blade remains on the same course, but the edges appear curved and uneven). The blade itself is thin and appears weak, but, as it was carved with the skill of elven smiths, it is practically impossible to break. There are runes etched into either side, most of which are assumed to be different spells the smithy cast to keep the sword in its fine condition. There is a bright green, matching the scales of Eridor, stripe that runs down the center of the blade, widening as it moves down the blade, so that there is only about half a foot of silver showing on each side of the steel, with the appearance of a quarter circle.
The hilt is perhaps the most ornate part of the sword. Two spikes curve out from the base of the blade, creating jagged crescent. Two smaller pieces spike out of the crescent, curving in the opposite direction and stopping just before it hits the rest of the hilt. The pommel is bound in leather, with just a bit of metal poking out of the bottom, to provide for a better grip.
((This was the inspiration for Mithuth. The sword isn’t mine, and I found it here.))
Personality: For a Rider, Aurora is extremely light hearted, immature, and rebellious. Oh, she knows about all the teachings, how she is supposed to protect the people and keep the peace, but she finds it so terribly boring. Her growing up in a pampered household that taught her to view others as lesser beings didn’t help with her view of the world, either. She only seeks to benefit herself and Eridor, and refuses to help others unless they’ve helped her first or aiding them is in her best interests.
Aurora refuses to resume the chains that the Riders once held. She won’t patrol the continent, she won’t force herself into pain for another person’s sake, and she absolutely will not do anything that might hurt her. She doesn’t love the people of this world that much.
Despite what others might think, Aurora is not excessively vain. She uses her beauty to get what she wants, but most of the time, she gives it little thought. But when she does want something, Aurora can be quite persuasive and charismatic. She’s stubborn, and rarely gives up in a battle of wits (and is never inclined to do so in a physical battle) or words. She has a sharp tongue, but it sometimes gets a mind of its own, giving Aurora barely enough time to think up the words before she spits them out.
Aurora has a fiery temper, but the fuse isn’t always easy to light. Her parents taught her a strict rule of neutrality, which she has held fast to since. But if you successfully get her angry, she can be nearly impossible to calm down unless she gets her way.
Aurora isn’t afraid to play “dirty” when she fights. (“I’d rather live and be considered “dishonored” for a month than die over morals.”) She’ll kill fallen enemies if she feels that they might pose a threat if they live, but she doesn’t kill unnecessarily.
Likes: What does she like? For starters, she loves flaunting her achievements (most of which are blown far out of proportion), showing off her oh-so-obvious beauty, playing Murtagh and Eragon against eachother, being the best at everything she can, the praise that people give her for just being existent, she will absolutely never let anyone so much as touch Eridor without her consent…oh, the list goes on and on…
Dislikes: She dislikes a lot of things. She can’t stand being ignored (“How can anyone ignore me?”), she’s not too fond of Eragon (she hadn’t anticipated the collapse of her father’s business with Gallbatorix’s death), she loathes being outdone, she never lets herself be seen as inferior to another, no matter on what level,
Family:
Grandmother (Aenthi) – died of old age
Father – still in Teirm, but struggling with finances
Mother – still with Father, but she’s apparently sick with something
Three Sisters – one died of a plague that swept through Teirm at the time of Gallbatorix’s death, one married off to a noble, and the third has yet to be married, and currently plays maid to Mother.
Brief History Aurora was born to a rich family (three siblings, two sisters and one boy, and her parents – her grandmother also lived with her at the time) during the reign of Gallbatorix. Her father was the owner of one of the largest shipping industries in the land, and thus they were always well of when he was in charge. She was pampered and spoiled throughout her life – being the firstborn, she even got the best out of all her sibling.
While Aurora’s parents supported Gallbatorix quite willingly, and were not afraid to talk about it, Aurora’s grandmother was considered a little “off the wall.” No matter what Gallbatorix did, whether it benefited them or not, she always had a complaint. Sometimes Aurora would listen in as her grandmother rambled on about old days when Dragon Riders ruled from above, astride their powerful dragons, but most of the time, Aurora was too busy with her “paid off” (as some of the more bold kids joked; most of them never did it again if Aurora caught them – she had her connections).
When Aurora turned eighteen, she was lined up with several others to pass by the last egg to hatch. As Aurora passed it by, running her hand lightly along the egg, the egg gave a squeak and a rock. The King’s happiness was evident, but there was another expression on his face: one that Aurora could only place as that of an animal about to catch its prey. It unnerved her.
Aurora soon learned why. When the egg hatched, revealing a small bundle of green, the King told her to place her palm on the dragon’s head. A little too trusting, she did as she was told. The excruciating pain that ensued was more than a little surprising, and it fueled a growing dislike of Gallbatorix as well as the fire that was burning away her trust in the man who ruled.
When Aurora learned that she was also to fight, she hadn’t been worried. But upon learning more about Eridor and their bond, she grew to dislike the idea. And so she began seeking a way for them to escape. She found her salvation in a man named Jeod who had connections to the Varden.
Through Jeod and his messengers, Aurora passed on information to the Varden. In turn, they promised to have Eragon kill Gallbatorix. Aurora wasn’t fully convinced of someone younger than even herself being able to defeat a man centuries old, but she also knew she had little other choice.
Her doubt was proved fruitless when Eragon succeeded a while after, destroying Gallbatorix, freeing Shruikan, and ultimately paving the way for Aurora and Eridor’s escape. The pair left in a rush, eager to be out of the palace. But they had not left entirely unprepared: Gallbatorix had given them a Rider’s blade and taught them various magics and swordplay.
Aurora hid away for a while, trying to avoid notice until Eridor was big enough to not be threatened by most creatures. Aurora also wanted time to think – Murtagh and Eragon were fighting eachother now, which she found slightly amusing, but she didn’t want to choose sides. And thus she made her own decision: to fight for the benefit of herself and her dragon.
Anything Extra: Hum…not much…
Role-play Sample: ((Well, this was part of my idea for my first thread in the role-play. Does it really matter if I use it in two places?
Warning: Depending upon which skin you’re using, you might not be able to see the “mental” words. Eridor’s are green and Aurora’s are blue; all of them are italicized. I'm thinking that this will be “code” for these two.))
Aurora stood on the edge of a cliff, staring lazily out at sea. Her arms were crossed over her chest, one leg braced under her weight and the other stuck carelessly in front of her. But her dragon, Eridor, was nowhere to be seen.
A half-second later, the beating of wings filled the air. Aurora’s eyes flicked to the side, and she tilted her head to watch as Eridor slowed his descent. What took you so long? she asked, a bit impatient.
Eridor’s lip curled back and he gave a guttural chuckle. He took a while to give an answer, purposely annoying Aurora. Out with it![/color] she exclaimed. I was about to go looking for you!
Eridor’s chuckling abruptly stopped. I told you – I was hunting.[/i] He snorted. But I know you – you wouldn’t have come looking for me. You were too lost in thought to even notice me until you could feel the wind.
Aurora shook her head, turning to look back at the sea. Eridor, his curiosity seeping through their mental link, stepped up behind her. He arched his neck so that his eyes were at the same level as Aurora’s.
Ah, the sea,[/color] he said. But what are you looking for?[/color]
Aurora’s hand strayed up to rub Eridor on the nose. Just thinking, she said. Her thoughts wavered for a moment, slipping back to think about her father. About my family. I haven’t seen them in ages…but I don’t want to go back. I'm afraid of what Father might do. He supported Gallbatorix too willingly, and I don’t know if he might blame me for his business failing. Since the King’s fall, other businesses, those that were failing during his reign, sprang back and those that supported the King failed.[/i] Aurora sighed. I'm afraid. For Father’s sake – I don’t want my own father to become a beggar on the streets, but I'm afraid for our sakes too. He might blame us, and lash out in his anger.[/color] Eridor snorted dismissively. I know he wouldn’t be able to hurt us…but the only way to make him stop trying to fight us might be to… Aurora didn’t finish the sentence; she didn’t need to.
Eridor raised his head, nudging her gently in the back. He gave a reassuring rumble. I had thought that you wanted Gallbatorix dead,[/color] he said. You didn’t want to fight for him.[/color]
Aurora gave a hollow laugh. I wanted to escape. I hadn’t expected to care this much about you. I thought it would be simple to make you fight for what you didn’t want to…but I felt so guilty whenever I actually talked…I just couldn’t make myself do it. I didn’t want to fight, which is why I worked with the Varden. Given any other choice, I wouldn’t have associated myself with that ragtag band of rebels…but, through them, we won our freedom.
Eridor nodded, lying down next to her. He curled his tail protectively around her, still watching the sea with her. Then why do you still think of it?[/color] he asked.
Because our freedom cost Father his money. Now his business is failing, and I can’t help but feel that it’s my fault.[/i]
Eridor curled his tail a little more tightly around her. He supported Gallbatorix. It was inevitable that once he fell that your father’s business would fail.[/color] He turned his gaze back to sea. And who knows? If he knew that we would try to help him, he might be grateful.[/color]
Aurora jerked from the coil of Eridor’s tail. And how do you propose we help him?[/color] she demanded, tears pricking in her eyes. We have no money! All I have to sell is my own clothing,[/color] she gestured towards it as she spoke, which isn’t going to get us much more than ten crowns, and Mithuth, which I absolutely will not sell. Without it, I won’t be able to fight at all…[/color]
Eridor watched with pity in his eyes, but he didn’t reply. Aurora grunted despairingly, collapsing back against his side. The warm heat of his body was reassuring, but she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of guilt that pushed her heart into her throat.
Eridor shielded Aurora with a wing. The light that seeped through the leathery skin took on a greenish tint, but Aurora didn’t notice at that moment. She was used to it, anyways – with all of the times that she had been shielded from wind and sun by his wings, she had grown used to it.
Sleep now, little one,[/color] was all Eridor could come up with to say. Things will look better in the morning.[/color] In spite of the bravery of his words, he didn’t feel too sure, himself.
Dragon
Name:
Age: I'm going to go out on a limb here and say three years.
Gender: Male
Color: Hmm…I wasn’t too certain whether you still wanted a code, so I got one: This green, code 00BE26.
Personality: In many ways like, and most likely influenced by, his rider, Aurora. He has a quick mind and bold tongue. He normally does not have to worry about speaking his mind, since most people aren’t crazy enough to challenge a dragon’s point of view. His choice of words are usually blatant, as he prefers to “tell it like it is”, although he did gain some sarcasm from Aurora.
Special Markings (if any): His scales fade slightly on his underside, but its hardly noticeable except to someone who really wants to notice such a thing. He has two horns that stick back along the angle of his head, twisting slightly. There are two bony plates that come out of each side of his jaw-bone, with four dull, rounded spikes along the edge (facing his neck).
His overall body shape is lithe and longer-limbed, as far as dragons go. His legs and neck are long, but still strong. His tail flattens out at the base, almost like a rudder, with two spikes on each side (the ones closest to his body being the larger ones), making his tail as deadly a weapon as his teeth or claws.
Along his neck is a row of spikes which are connected by a long frill that runs along with it. It melds into his back at the base of his neck, leaving room for Aurora to sit.
A picture, of sorts. Eridor, unlike the picture, has no spots, just solid green. He’s also got the plate…yeh, it wasn’t the best picture, but I love the Dungeons and Dragons’ dragons…
((Bleh, it started out alright, but near the end…I felt like I went into unnecessary detail and rambles…
If anyone thinks it could be improved, please tell me; I'm not particularly fond of this one. <<;
)
