Post by loika the purpley on Mar 6, 2007 17:23:03 GMT -5
Rider
Full Name: Numair Zimmerl
Race: Human
Side: Eragon
Birthplace: Kuasta
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Birthday: 9 March
Eyes: The left one is blue, the right, half blue and half brown the division cutting diagonally across the center of the eye.
Hair: Dark brown with lighter shades mixed in, reaches a bit below his eye and is parted down the left side giving it a wavy look.
Weight: 140
Height: 5’9
Magic user: Yes
Clothing: An earthy brown tunic with sleeves that cut off at the shoulder, under this with longer sleeves is a light, tan colored shirt, its sleeves wide and loose. His pants are of a slightly darker shade than his tunic and fall to the tops of his dark brown, nearly black, boots.
Weapons: A rider’s sword by the name of Taipa, its blade the color of sun baked earth. The blade is long and straight, its name carved into each side in neat, curving ruins. The hilt is black in color; the metals used to make the handle were intertwined giving it a swirling, almost braided look, above this, next to were blade and hilt meet, sprout two horn-like protrusions which curve inwards towards the blade. Directly below the blade lies a jewel on each side, tan like the blade and carved into a tear. ( famousdiamonds.tripod.com/unnamedbrownpeardiamond.jpg ) At the very bottom of this hilt it is rounded then raised up to form a small point rising from the center of the rounded cap.
Personality: Numair is a rather withdrawn person, kind in nature and polite to the point of death, his sense of humor is defiantly present and is often witty, morbid, or a little of both. He is quite shy and never one to initiate conversation, though since his becoming a rider he has grown bolder by the hour. His mood is ever changing; he can be light hearted and then suddenly depressed ((faster than you can say hippopotomonsterosisquipidialaphobia)).
Ever the quiet, serious type he will sometimes speak only to Havilah for days at a time. An odd characteristic of his is that he will sometimes appear completely emotionless, no crying, no smiling, flat voiced, and introverted he gets like this when he has a lot on his mind, maybe he’s thinking, strategizing, or just needs a break from life, whatever the reason. Though he fights for Eragon he considers himself to be neutral, avoiding the direct choosing of side whenever possible.
Likes: Havilah, swimming, flying, nature, children, sparring, and the feeling of belonging.
Dislikes: Most people in general, unintelligent beings, those who are rude, are annoying, or would use their gifts for selfish or otherwise evil purposes.
Family:
Mother--Living in Kuasta
Father--Died from fever of the mind.
Sister-- Is currently serving an apprenticeship in Narda.
Brief history: Numair had a humble childhood living the life of a fisherman's son, seeing as much of their money and fish went to the empire as taxes. His father spoke of fishing often and occasionally brought him along while his mother and sister tended house. Not long after his fifteenth birthday his father became ill, laying in bed rambling about this and that, none of it making a bit of sense until, finally, the merciful gods took him. From then on he was the main source of income, though when his sister grew old enough she was sent to Narda to be a sewer’s apprentice.
It was not long after the fall of Galbatorix when Numair decided it would do him good to go out fishing. He sailed for day, catching naught but the tiniest of fish when he decided to return home. On his return trip, however, a violent and sudden storm struck, battering his ship from side to side. Only minutes after the storm began the mast snapped, sending his ship down with it. By the god’s good will by then he was close to shore, but as the rain slowed and the winds heightened the waves became more intense. Seeking something to anchor him he grabbed a smooth but heavy stone and held it to his chest. Finally the storm subsided and he dragged himself and the “stone” to the shore. Upon further examination he was startled to find that his stone looked like an egg. Seeing that it would be valuable he decided to keep it and bring it home.
On his third night camping in the mountain he was sure would bring him home he awoke to find the stone, or egg, gone. Frantic he search until from behind him he heard a soft “meep” from behind him. Whirling around his eyes fell upon a small, sand colored dragon. He reached down to touch it and was, of course, branded with the gedwey ignasia. He solemnly scooped up the little dragon, knowing it was now his duty to care for it and, later, fight with it. He decided to stay in the mountains until the little creature could defend himself, then after a few months returned to say farewell to his mother and set out towards the capital. ((or I could re-write it to say he was taken to the eggs and then Halivah hatched for him there, either way ^^))
Anything Extra: He has a small, sickle shaped scar on the back of his left hand from a fishing incident.
RP sample: A soft crunching could be heard as the sands of the Hadarac desert were pressed beneath the boots of a young, and seemingly tired, young man. He was dressed in a light brown tunic, darker pants and the dark brown shirt that he normally wore under his tunic had been removed and wrapped around his head. Then, suddenly, he was surrounded by shade and buffeted by wind from either side, glad for the cool this provided he removed the turban and let the wind sweep through his hair.
I know this is fun for you, but it’s getting uncomfortably hot down here, Numair said to his gradually approaching dragon.
Can’t we stay a bit longer? asked the beast, which had now landed beside him, lending a wing for shade, I just love it here.
If we must, but if I die of heat stroke, it will be on your head, replied the man jokingly. The dragon, Halivah by name, cocked his head and leaned down to face his rider, blowing air from his nostril in an exasperated manner.
Fine, fine, but we will be returning, yes?
Of course, but for now just take me back to Uru’baen. Halivah lowered himself to be mounted and, as soon and Numair was secure, leaped from the ground with a large heave of his wings and took off in the direction of the capital city.
You know Halivah, said the man We haven’t spent so mush time alone in, well, all I know is it had been far too long. He finished patting his dragon on the base of his neck.
Indeed, little one, indeed. Said Halivah fondly, slowing as they neared the outskirts of the city.
Dragon
Name: Halivah
Age: One year and two and a half months.
Gender: Male
Color: Tan
Color Code: B88046
Eyes: Tan-gold
Personality: Quiet and kind, like his rider, Halivah is a rather pleasant dragon to be around. He is very protective of Numair and will do almost anything he commands, a fierce fighter he will rip anyone or thing apart in defense of himself or his rider, or on command. He is, or was, light hearted, but the constant battles have begun to mask this part of him. He is, like most dragons, intelligent, wise beyond his years, and has a fierce sense of pride.
Special Markings: Lines of light brown trail from the edges of his eyes, merging halfway down his cheek and meeting those opposite it under his chin. His spikes are light brown as well.
Picture: www.mandarava.com/a1grph/Dgph/D_graphics/DSUM5015.jpg
Full Name: Numair Zimmerl
Race: Human
Side: Eragon
Birthplace: Kuasta
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Birthday: 9 March
Eyes: The left one is blue, the right, half blue and half brown the division cutting diagonally across the center of the eye.
Hair: Dark brown with lighter shades mixed in, reaches a bit below his eye and is parted down the left side giving it a wavy look.
Weight: 140
Height: 5’9
Magic user: Yes
Clothing: An earthy brown tunic with sleeves that cut off at the shoulder, under this with longer sleeves is a light, tan colored shirt, its sleeves wide and loose. His pants are of a slightly darker shade than his tunic and fall to the tops of his dark brown, nearly black, boots.
Weapons: A rider’s sword by the name of Taipa, its blade the color of sun baked earth. The blade is long and straight, its name carved into each side in neat, curving ruins. The hilt is black in color; the metals used to make the handle were intertwined giving it a swirling, almost braided look, above this, next to were blade and hilt meet, sprout two horn-like protrusions which curve inwards towards the blade. Directly below the blade lies a jewel on each side, tan like the blade and carved into a tear. ( famousdiamonds.tripod.com/unnamedbrownpeardiamond.jpg ) At the very bottom of this hilt it is rounded then raised up to form a small point rising from the center of the rounded cap.
Personality: Numair is a rather withdrawn person, kind in nature and polite to the point of death, his sense of humor is defiantly present and is often witty, morbid, or a little of both. He is quite shy and never one to initiate conversation, though since his becoming a rider he has grown bolder by the hour. His mood is ever changing; he can be light hearted and then suddenly depressed ((faster than you can say hippopotomonsterosisquipidialaphobia)).
Ever the quiet, serious type he will sometimes speak only to Havilah for days at a time. An odd characteristic of his is that he will sometimes appear completely emotionless, no crying, no smiling, flat voiced, and introverted he gets like this when he has a lot on his mind, maybe he’s thinking, strategizing, or just needs a break from life, whatever the reason. Though he fights for Eragon he considers himself to be neutral, avoiding the direct choosing of side whenever possible.
Likes: Havilah, swimming, flying, nature, children, sparring, and the feeling of belonging.
Dislikes: Most people in general, unintelligent beings, those who are rude, are annoying, or would use their gifts for selfish or otherwise evil purposes.
Family:
Mother--Living in Kuasta
Father--Died from fever of the mind.
Sister-- Is currently serving an apprenticeship in Narda.
Brief history: Numair had a humble childhood living the life of a fisherman's son, seeing as much of their money and fish went to the empire as taxes. His father spoke of fishing often and occasionally brought him along while his mother and sister tended house. Not long after his fifteenth birthday his father became ill, laying in bed rambling about this and that, none of it making a bit of sense until, finally, the merciful gods took him. From then on he was the main source of income, though when his sister grew old enough she was sent to Narda to be a sewer’s apprentice.
It was not long after the fall of Galbatorix when Numair decided it would do him good to go out fishing. He sailed for day, catching naught but the tiniest of fish when he decided to return home. On his return trip, however, a violent and sudden storm struck, battering his ship from side to side. Only minutes after the storm began the mast snapped, sending his ship down with it. By the god’s good will by then he was close to shore, but as the rain slowed and the winds heightened the waves became more intense. Seeking something to anchor him he grabbed a smooth but heavy stone and held it to his chest. Finally the storm subsided and he dragged himself and the “stone” to the shore. Upon further examination he was startled to find that his stone looked like an egg. Seeing that it would be valuable he decided to keep it and bring it home.
On his third night camping in the mountain he was sure would bring him home he awoke to find the stone, or egg, gone. Frantic he search until from behind him he heard a soft “meep” from behind him. Whirling around his eyes fell upon a small, sand colored dragon. He reached down to touch it and was, of course, branded with the gedwey ignasia. He solemnly scooped up the little dragon, knowing it was now his duty to care for it and, later, fight with it. He decided to stay in the mountains until the little creature could defend himself, then after a few months returned to say farewell to his mother and set out towards the capital. ((or I could re-write it to say he was taken to the eggs and then Halivah hatched for him there, either way ^^))
Anything Extra: He has a small, sickle shaped scar on the back of his left hand from a fishing incident.
RP sample: A soft crunching could be heard as the sands of the Hadarac desert were pressed beneath the boots of a young, and seemingly tired, young man. He was dressed in a light brown tunic, darker pants and the dark brown shirt that he normally wore under his tunic had been removed and wrapped around his head. Then, suddenly, he was surrounded by shade and buffeted by wind from either side, glad for the cool this provided he removed the turban and let the wind sweep through his hair.
I know this is fun for you, but it’s getting uncomfortably hot down here, Numair said to his gradually approaching dragon.
Can’t we stay a bit longer? asked the beast, which had now landed beside him, lending a wing for shade, I just love it here.
If we must, but if I die of heat stroke, it will be on your head, replied the man jokingly. The dragon, Halivah by name, cocked his head and leaned down to face his rider, blowing air from his nostril in an exasperated manner.
Fine, fine, but we will be returning, yes?
Of course, but for now just take me back to Uru’baen. Halivah lowered himself to be mounted and, as soon and Numair was secure, leaped from the ground with a large heave of his wings and took off in the direction of the capital city.
You know Halivah, said the man We haven’t spent so mush time alone in, well, all I know is it had been far too long. He finished patting his dragon on the base of his neck.
Indeed, little one, indeed. Said Halivah fondly, slowing as they neared the outskirts of the city.
Dragon
Name: Halivah
Age: One year and two and a half months.
Gender: Male
Color: Tan
Color Code: B88046
Eyes: Tan-gold
Personality: Quiet and kind, like his rider, Halivah is a rather pleasant dragon to be around. He is very protective of Numair and will do almost anything he commands, a fierce fighter he will rip anyone or thing apart in defense of himself or his rider, or on command. He is, or was, light hearted, but the constant battles have begun to mask this part of him. He is, like most dragons, intelligent, wise beyond his years, and has a fierce sense of pride.
Special Markings: Lines of light brown trail from the edges of his eyes, merging halfway down his cheek and meeting those opposite it under his chin. His spikes are light brown as well.
Picture: www.mandarava.com/a1grph/Dgph/D_graphics/DSUM5015.jpg
