Post by Taquera;Elf:.: Emerald;Dragon on Oct 20, 2006 22:10:16 GMT -5
Full Name: Taquera Serinsfeld
Race: Elf
Side: Eragon
Birthplace: Ellesmera
Age: 1,204 human years
Gender:she
Birthday: December 28
Eyes: angled, pale blue eyes with white whisps.
Hair: Long, straight black hair with unusual deep purple underside. So deep a purple it is only purple when the light touches it.
Weight: 78
Height: 6'2"
Magic User: yes
Clothing: usually a black leather attire. pants, shoes, and shirt. Usually wears fingerless gloves.
Weapon(s): She only has a bow and arrow and a special sword with a purple gem on the hilt. the blade of her sword is a deep-set violet(riders sword, matches dragon) Bow made by herself and of the finest quality.
Personality: Taquera is a confined soul, only connecting with her dragon. Her life was filled with much turmiol and dispare, causing her to sort of drift away from anyone and everyone but Emerald, her dragon. She is very wise and has seen "too much for her years". Her heart is in the air and the earth, but her mind is in the shadowy depths of the world. She strives to find a way to help defeat the king and is awlways searching for ways to help. Many people describe her as quick whitted but quiet. She only speaks when indeed nessacary and has never really been "close" to anyone before besides Emerald.
Likes/Dislikes: Dislikes dwarves only because they dislike her. They identify her as "creepy" and always look down upon her and her works. She loves to sing and loves carving and making bows. She is an artist and is fascinated by the human paint and canvass approach to painting. Taquera has always had a heart for horses and her animal frineds, and owns a regal mare named Feldasel.
Family: Her family is forever lost. Her father was a well known elf rider named Melontony and her mother was Helsafel, a very accomplished blacksmith and swordsmith. Her parents were brutally murdered by Galbatorix and her younger brother, Jasfreth was tortured and driven mad, taking his own life in a Kull camp.
Brief History:Taquera had also been tortured, but managed to escape on her own, therfore stumbling upon emeralds egg, which hatched for her after a month. Emerald taught her many things, including some words she had overheard from the ancient Language. Taquera and Emerald remained in hiding, searching for Eragon and the rest of Galbatorix's opposers. She finally found them and was welcom,ed after much questioning. She, like Murtagh, wouldn't let them too close to her mind though. She let them close enough to trust her, but that was it.
Anything extra: none
RP SAMPLE: Taquera walked quietly through the woods, bow in hand. Her pale eyes searched the quit wood, searching the emerald branches as light streamed through the leaves. taquera heard a small snap, almost quiet enough that she could just barely catch the small waves of sound. She knocked an arrow in her bow, slowly drawing the bowstring. Her whole body was still as she closed her eyes, falling into the sights and sounds around her. She opened her eyes and quickly came out from behind the tree, letting her arrow release from its position. A hollow THUD rang through the woods as a the arrow hit something hard. Taquera sighed heavily as an Urgal fell to the ground, the arrow protruding from its forhead. taquera summoned the mentla link that connected her and Emerald, her dragon. Urgals. she informed her. thhere was no reply. Taquera's blood ran chill. Emerald? she questioned.
I am here! Why do you insist on waking me? came a reply. taquera sighed again.
NEVER do that again! You scared me to death!
Emerald let out a chuckle. Taquera rolled her eyes and bent down towards the Urgal. She sat still, listening to all that surrounded her, feeling the earth and what was treading on its prescious soil. She felt many footsteps. Footsteps that thudded loudly and fell down hard upon the ground. More Urgals! taquera thought. She got to her feet, and with inhuman speed, ran towards where she had left emerald. Her feet carried her swiftly across the soggy ground. She finally reached the small clearing where Emerald lay lazily, flopped onto her back.
Dragon
Name: Emerald
Age: 3 weeks
Gender:she
Color: deep purple scales with bright emerald eyes. A purple so deep, only the tips of her scales are actually purple when it is dark.
Personality: Emerald is a feisty, laid back dragon with a temper to boot! She dislikes many people, and has a feirce loyalty to her rider, Taquera. Very wise and brave. Will fight Galbatorix himself if given the chance!
Special Markings: bright emerald green eyes that contrast immensly with her purple scales
Picture:
Race: Elf
Side: Eragon
Birthplace: Ellesmera
Age: 1,204 human years
Gender:she
Birthday: December 28
Eyes: angled, pale blue eyes with white whisps.
Hair: Long, straight black hair with unusual deep purple underside. So deep a purple it is only purple when the light touches it.
Weight: 78
Height: 6'2"
Magic User: yes
Clothing: usually a black leather attire. pants, shoes, and shirt. Usually wears fingerless gloves.
Weapon(s): She only has a bow and arrow and a special sword with a purple gem on the hilt. the blade of her sword is a deep-set violet(riders sword, matches dragon) Bow made by herself and of the finest quality.
Personality: Taquera is a confined soul, only connecting with her dragon. Her life was filled with much turmiol and dispare, causing her to sort of drift away from anyone and everyone but Emerald, her dragon. She is very wise and has seen "too much for her years". Her heart is in the air and the earth, but her mind is in the shadowy depths of the world. She strives to find a way to help defeat the king and is awlways searching for ways to help. Many people describe her as quick whitted but quiet. She only speaks when indeed nessacary and has never really been "close" to anyone before besides Emerald.
Likes/Dislikes: Dislikes dwarves only because they dislike her. They identify her as "creepy" and always look down upon her and her works. She loves to sing and loves carving and making bows. She is an artist and is fascinated by the human paint and canvass approach to painting. Taquera has always had a heart for horses and her animal frineds, and owns a regal mare named Feldasel.
Family: Her family is forever lost. Her father was a well known elf rider named Melontony and her mother was Helsafel, a very accomplished blacksmith and swordsmith. Her parents were brutally murdered by Galbatorix and her younger brother, Jasfreth was tortured and driven mad, taking his own life in a Kull camp.
Brief History:Taquera had also been tortured, but managed to escape on her own, therfore stumbling upon emeralds egg, which hatched for her after a month. Emerald taught her many things, including some words she had overheard from the ancient Language. Taquera and Emerald remained in hiding, searching for Eragon and the rest of Galbatorix's opposers. She finally found them and was welcom,ed after much questioning. She, like Murtagh, wouldn't let them too close to her mind though. She let them close enough to trust her, but that was it.
Anything extra: none
RP SAMPLE: Taquera walked quietly through the woods, bow in hand. Her pale eyes searched the quit wood, searching the emerald branches as light streamed through the leaves. taquera heard a small snap, almost quiet enough that she could just barely catch the small waves of sound. She knocked an arrow in her bow, slowly drawing the bowstring. Her whole body was still as she closed her eyes, falling into the sights and sounds around her. She opened her eyes and quickly came out from behind the tree, letting her arrow release from its position. A hollow THUD rang through the woods as a the arrow hit something hard. Taquera sighed heavily as an Urgal fell to the ground, the arrow protruding from its forhead. taquera summoned the mentla link that connected her and Emerald, her dragon. Urgals. she informed her. thhere was no reply. Taquera's blood ran chill. Emerald? she questioned.
I am here! Why do you insist on waking me? came a reply. taquera sighed again.
NEVER do that again! You scared me to death!
Emerald let out a chuckle. Taquera rolled her eyes and bent down towards the Urgal. She sat still, listening to all that surrounded her, feeling the earth and what was treading on its prescious soil. She felt many footsteps. Footsteps that thudded loudly and fell down hard upon the ground. More Urgals! taquera thought. She got to her feet, and with inhuman speed, ran towards where she had left emerald. Her feet carried her swiftly across the soggy ground. She finally reached the small clearing where Emerald lay lazily, flopped onto her back.
Dragon
Name: Emerald
Age: 3 weeks
Gender:she
Color: deep purple scales with bright emerald eyes. A purple so deep, only the tips of her scales are actually purple when it is dark.
Personality: Emerald is a feisty, laid back dragon with a temper to boot! She dislikes many people, and has a feirce loyalty to her rider, Taquera. Very wise and brave. Will fight Galbatorix himself if given the chance!
Special Markings: bright emerald green eyes that contrast immensly with her purple scales
Picture:
