Post by Alvar on Nov 16, 2008 21:47:19 GMT -5
Rider
Full Name: Alvar Son of Branalí
Race:Elf
Side:Neutral
Birthplace:Ellesmera
Age:122
Gender:Male
Birthday: March 22
Eyes: Green
Hair: sholder-length, black, normally kept back
Weight:143
Height:6'2"
Magic User:yes
Clothing: Black tunic and trousers with red embroidery
Weapons: A long, narrow sword.
Personality: Thinks about things within depth. He is patient but when someone's done something wrong, it's hard for him to forgive them
Likes:Music
Dislikes:Traitors
Family:
Mother-Aethelu
Father-Branalí
Brief History:He was born in Ellesmera to Branalí and Athelu on March 22. When he was 67, he moved to Sílthrim and lived there for the next 35 years. He moved back to Ellesmera and spent most of his time in their library, studying about anything that had caught his interest. His interest changed directions and Alvar sparred with fellow elves, creating and experimenting with different attacks and styles of sword play. a few years later, an egg hatched for him.
Anything Extra: nothing
RP SAMPLE (mandatory for all characters):
Night rushed in and darkness flooded over the skies. A glowing, split disc hovered in the dark canvas. The arms of trees obscured Alvar's vision. He lay in the grass, hands knitted adn behind his head. He felt weight press upon his middle and his eyes darted down.The fire colored dragon had laid his head on to his rider's belly.
When will you rest Alvar? Kendrick said. It's late. Even the moon has begun to set.
Soon Kendrick. I promise.
Kendrick sighed. Alvar could feel the cloud of sleep hovering over his dragon's mind. He continued to stare out at the few stars he was able to see. He stroked the hard scales of the dragon. The Rider rose.
I've had enough pondering for tonight. Let us rest.
Dazed, Kendrick stood and followed his rider home. He strained to climb the steep steps of their tree of a house. His tail drug on the wooden steps, rubbing the bark and exposing the smooth underskin of the tree. When the floor was flat beneath them, they stumbled to their beds as if drunk on ale.
They woke when the sun had just passed over the horizon. Kendrick flew off to catch a rabbit or some sort of animal and Alvar walked to the dining halls. He was served a meal of bread and fruits. He ate eagarly, for he had skipped the evening's meal yesterday. When Alvar exited, the dragon was there, waiting for him just outside the door.
Where to next? asked Alvar.
Let's spar. I am feeling in a rough housing mood today.
Alvar nodded and they took their time walking to the sparring grounds.
Dragon
Name:Kendrick
Age (up to 1 1/2 years):4months
Gender: Male
Color: Orange
Personality: Just like his color, Kendrick has a wild, bright spirit. Once, mad, it is hard to calm him down. But in times of war or need, he is well behaved.
Special Markings (if any):None
Picture (optional): None
Full Name: Alvar Son of Branalí
Race:Elf
Side:Neutral
Birthplace:Ellesmera
Age:122
Gender:Male
Birthday: March 22
Eyes: Green
Hair: sholder-length, black, normally kept back
Weight:143
Height:6'2"
Magic User:yes
Clothing: Black tunic and trousers with red embroidery
Weapons: A long, narrow sword.
Personality: Thinks about things within depth. He is patient but when someone's done something wrong, it's hard for him to forgive them
Likes:Music
Dislikes:Traitors
Family:
Mother-Aethelu
Father-Branalí
Brief History:He was born in Ellesmera to Branalí and Athelu on March 22. When he was 67, he moved to Sílthrim and lived there for the next 35 years. He moved back to Ellesmera and spent most of his time in their library, studying about anything that had caught his interest. His interest changed directions and Alvar sparred with fellow elves, creating and experimenting with different attacks and styles of sword play. a few years later, an egg hatched for him.
Anything Extra: nothing
RP SAMPLE (mandatory for all characters):
Night rushed in and darkness flooded over the skies. A glowing, split disc hovered in the dark canvas. The arms of trees obscured Alvar's vision. He lay in the grass, hands knitted adn behind his head. He felt weight press upon his middle and his eyes darted down.The fire colored dragon had laid his head on to his rider's belly.
When will you rest Alvar? Kendrick said. It's late. Even the moon has begun to set.
Soon Kendrick. I promise.
Kendrick sighed. Alvar could feel the cloud of sleep hovering over his dragon's mind. He continued to stare out at the few stars he was able to see. He stroked the hard scales of the dragon. The Rider rose.
I've had enough pondering for tonight. Let us rest.
Dazed, Kendrick stood and followed his rider home. He strained to climb the steep steps of their tree of a house. His tail drug on the wooden steps, rubbing the bark and exposing the smooth underskin of the tree. When the floor was flat beneath them, they stumbled to their beds as if drunk on ale.
They woke when the sun had just passed over the horizon. Kendrick flew off to catch a rabbit or some sort of animal and Alvar walked to the dining halls. He was served a meal of bread and fruits. He ate eagarly, for he had skipped the evening's meal yesterday. When Alvar exited, the dragon was there, waiting for him just outside the door.
Where to next? asked Alvar.
Let's spar. I am feeling in a rough housing mood today.
Alvar nodded and they took their time walking to the sparring grounds.
Dragon
Name:Kendrick
Age (up to 1 1/2 years):4months
Gender: Male
Color: Orange
Personality: Just like his color, Kendrick has a wild, bright spirit. Once, mad, it is hard to calm him down. But in times of war or need, he is well behaved.
Special Markings (if any):None
Picture (optional): None