Brenton Bromsson [Empire Rider] Done please look

[Brenton]

NAME: Brenton Bromsson
AGE: 25
GENDER: Male
RACE: Half Elf/Half Human
SIDE: Empire
HEIGHT: Six feet and five inches
WEIGHT: Two hundred and fifteen pounds
EYES: Deep golden with silver specks
HAIR: Medium length curly raven black hair
APPEARANCE: Brenton is a well-built young man with chiseled features. His facial structure is very similar to an elf. He has pointed ears and high cheekbones. Brenton looks a lot like Brom but with elven features.
PREFERRED WEAPONS: Brenton carries Undbitr as well as a giant longbow with a quiver of two hundred arrows.
MAGIC USER: Brenton is a strong magic user. He is fluent in the Ancient Language.
FAMILY: Father-Brom
Mother-Queen Islanzadi
Brother-Eragon Bromsson
Sister-Arya Shadeslayer
NOT-SO-BRIEF-HISTORY: Brenton was born on the third friday of the summer. The skies were dark and void of any stars. His birth was kept a secret, as he was the son of Brom and Queen Islanzadi. The night he was born, an elder in the palace fortold that the newborn would be the downfall of the future Riders. Queen Islanzadi was so furious with the elder that she had him banned from returning to the elven capital. Brenton was treated with care.

Brenton grew up at a normal rate with little problem. With his features being more human than elven, Brenton soon became a plague. Few people would talk to the new prince. Brenton was trained by Oromis in the art of magic. By the age of ten, Brenton was able to fight even the strongest of normal magicians. It was his favorite pasttime to mess with regular citizens. Brenton was frequently caught stealing items and hiding them around the forest.

At the age of thirteen, Brenton was caught trying to contact Brom and Arya. When he succeeded at getting a message to Brom, Islanzadi worried that Brenton would indeed endanger the rest of the Resistance. The Queen forbid Brenton from ever speaking to or about Brom and Arya. The young Prince Brenton was infuriated at being ordered around so he left with his bow and three sets of arrows in one quiver.

Brenton met up with a stranger when he arrived at the edge of Du Weldenvarden. The man gave Brenton a sword, Undbitr, an egg that was the color of clear blue water, and an eldunari that was supposedly the original Saphira's. After the exchange, Brenton continued toward Carvahall. When Brenton was about to Therinsford, the egg hatched. Brenton named the hatchling Vaentr, after his old horse that he'd left behind. The now fourteen year old Brenton walked to Carvahall and saw Brom.

Brom was surprised to see his son but he told him to keep Undbitr and Saphira's eldunari. Brenton left Carvahall with the knowledge that he may have a younger brother. At the edge of the Spine, a group of soldiers took Brenton captive and sent him to the Empire's capital. In Uru'baen, Brenton was forced to swear fealty. After Galbatorix succeeded with that, he took Brenton's memories of the elven capital and Brom's position.

DRAGON BIO

NAME: Vaentr
AGE: 12 human years
GENDER: Male
DESCRIPTION: Vaentr is a large dragon, even larger than Thorn or Saphira. His scales are a crystalline blue with darker shades in his wings. Vaentr is as tall as a fifteen story building. His wingspan is the length of ten battleships end to end. Vaentr has a large set of spikes with a slightly spiked tail at the end.
PERSONALITY: Vaentr is a very calm dragon until he is attacked or Brenton ia injured. When he or his rider are threatened, Vaentr becomes a demon. Vaentr doesn't really care who he is sided with as long as he is safer when with his rider.
EGG: Vaentr egg was given to Brenton by a strange man who had later been identified as a spy for Galbatorix.
HATCHED: Vaentr hatched on the edge of Du Weldenvarden

RP Example:
(This will be from his encounter with the spy)

Brenton ran through the halls of the palace, trying to avoid people. When he reached the weapons room, the young elfling entered and rummaged through everything. Many different weapons were scattered on the shelves and floor but Brenton only wanted a longbow. Finally finding his bow, Brenton grabbed it. The sheathe and quiver hung next to the mahogany bow. Brenton quickly pulled on the hunter's cloak and pulled the hood up. The prince left quickly, hoping noone saw his escape. Three different times, Brenton thought he heard someone following him.

Brenton stopped at the edge of Ellesmera to organize his thoughts. Finally, he took off at an inhumanly fast run. Trees passed and winds ripped at Brenton's face. Brenton's thoughts grew dark when he realized that he was leaving Du Weldenvarden.

A man stepped out of the shadows in front of Brenton. "My Prince, you are the one I have searched for. Queen Islanzadi told me that you needed to receive your inheritance." The strange man handed Brenton a glimmering blue sword with etchings in the blade. The hilt was a dragon's head holding a giant saphire in its jaws. Brenton drew in a breath as he saw the name.

PASSWORDS: Witch of Teirm

[Rhaxta]

The family amuses me I would be willing to let you have it that way - depending on what the others thought, I guessed? , just please put in a lot more detail and such into the history and watch your spelling

[Brenton]

I guess it's more detailed. Thank you Rhaxta

[Rhaxta]

Still debating on whether or not you can have the original Saphira's eldunari- I think there had been some plans for her..Tell you what, if you could make me a paragraph or so RP example (doing anything, really) and if the staff are impressed you might get away with that

[Brenton]

Are three paragraphs okay?

[Rhaxta]

Yeah that's fine- accepted! Just if we find you powerplaying with the eldunari/dragon combo we may have to own you (I mean hinder the eldunari use for a while.) But all good! This should be fun...accepted!

[Brenton]

((All of his old bio is the memories created by the spell. This is the actual Brenton "Bromsson" memory set.))

Ninety years ago, in the vast city of Ellesmera, was born a babe. One of humble blood without but a trace of royalty flowing through his veins. A babe of mixed blood lines lay within a cradle inside a modest home connected to the hut of Oromis.

It was this child born of human male and elfin female that would one day be the savior of the elves. For this young boy may not have been a prince on the first day of his life but one decade shy of a century later he would be the prodigal heir turned king. So the boy was prophecised to be and as it would one day pass.

The boy, having been named Brenton, was taught all there was to learn. For a decade and three revolutions, he trained in the art of weaponry and magic. Trained he did, until Brenton could grow no more. And so it came to pass that a knight rode through the city after one of his routine patrols. He saw before him the youthful Brenton working with sword and then bow.

For two months the knight nobly watched the boy each day. In the morn he would observe Brenton help his mother with the laundry. Next would be midmorning meal followed by scrubbing of kitchenware. After would be an hour of brisk jogging to warm the body. Four hours of weapons training followed by an hour of magic. Then came the evening meal which the youth would prepare and cook. Finally he would bathe and retire for the night.

The knight was pleased after two months of examination. So he took Brenton as his squire. It was another three years before the half elf was taken to be knighted. On that day he received his steed Frost Fire, his swords Arget and Kuldr, his yew bow, and his knight's armor.

The very next day, Brenton was sent on his first campaign with his platoon under him. Years were spent as the fifteen soldiers and new knight travelled the land. They met many nobles and saved hundreds.

Close to the end of Sir Brenton's fifth campaign he came across an old swordsman. The elder offered up a blue dragon egg, a stone smooth and large, and a blue rider sword. His words were that the knight, now in his late sixties, would know what to do. As Sir Brenton rode into Carvahall he heard a loud crack.

The dragon hatched just as the platoon dismounted. In a whirlwind all of them were ushered inside. There they met with an older man named Brom. He said that Sir Brenton was now a rider and it was imperative he learn.

Because of that, the knight stayed for fourteen years and learned. Every day he would meet new people in the small village. Then the knight left one day and was captured. His memories were altered and so were the memories of those most important to his new life.

((Brenton was in Carvahall while Eragon was growing up but that doesn't mean they necessarily have to remember or anything. Totally up to you Quetzal.))

[Quetzal]

Accepted, since you've already started using it anyway. Looking forward to playing this out.

[Brenton]

Lol yeah sorry about that. Anyhow yeah it's gunna be fun to play it out in the long run.