Rerukusu Erisn Galbatorixsson
Nov 17, 2012 17:21:49 GMT -5
Post by Emiryal ♕ on Nov 17, 2012 17:21:49 GMT -5
Be free? Be happy!
Even if the two of us are no longer near each other.
How about you do as you please? I have full faith in you!
It's fine if you just think of me once in a while.
~>Avendel Myshera
Rerukusu Erisn Galbatorixsson
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Other names: shur’tugal, idealist, master swordsman, traitor, galbatorixsson, forsworn heir, prince of night
Race: 50% human, 50% elf
Side: empire
Magic User: yes
Gender: male
Preferred Weapon(s): aiwicotai (rider blade), ueyato (rapier sword) or magic
Birthplace: Kirtuan
Age: 113
Birthday: May 15, 7899
Eyes: blue
Hair: blond
Weight: 143
Height: 6” 1’A son of two worlds
The lie known is known as tenderness, and truths that don't want to be heard.
Either one will cause pain, but they're things that should be protected.
But won't that become tiresome?
I don't belong. The blood of two races pluses through my veins, yet I belong to either race. I am often mistaken for an elf due to my semi-pointed ears. It only goes to prove how ignorant most people are though. Anyone who has meet an elf would see my ears are not as angled as theirs. Maybe it is just that they cannot see my ears when my blond hair hides the tips but intentional or not I find it an insult when I am mistaken for something I am not.
I have a Gedwy Insignia though my dragon is no longer with me. The shining mark resides on my right hand, but the mark is in the shape of a crescent. It wasn't always that shape but that is what it is now.
I once had a scar down my right arm but now no scars or blemishes mar my flesh. I no longer permit such trivial woes of injuries to leave me marked by any means. Some mistake this as a fact that I have no battle experience but they are wrong. You must remember I am half elf and as such I possess half their speed, strength, agility and endurance. I am stronger than I look and you would do well to remember that should you ever insult me.
Trained in martial arts I found it only fitting to dress in clothes reflecting that. At least that is one thing people will not mistake. I wear a sash of purple in honor of my fallen dragon, Avendel Myshera, for in my heart she still lives on. I usually appear unarmed, though in a moments notice I can summon my blade to me should I need it. Since the death of my dragon I do not often use my rider blade, aiwicotai. Instead I use a rapier, ueyato, that Galbatorix gave me, it was made long ago and as magical properties I have yet to uncover.Is it a sin to be weak hearted?
That may be the case, but I don't want you to resort to pretending.
As long as the two of us treasure the idea of being together, even if it's unreasonable
for me to be needed by you, I can become the bad guy.
Feeling like I belong to neither humans or elves leaves me all alone. In all my life I have never meet another half elf. There may be others like me out there, other half elves. If there are I would like nothing more than to work on creating a world where we are accepted, a world where everyone is the same, no humans, no elves, no dwarves, urgles or anything else. Everyone would be the same.
I suppose once I didn't desire that. I have always been determined though and at times arrogant. Before
Avendel's death I was a lot more at ease. She looked out for me, she understood me, she protected me and gave me a shoulder to cry on. Without her I am alone at least for now. Not even my father can truly understand me but he is all I have for now. That is until I can find a way to get Avendel back.
I keep my feelings to myself and many of my thoughts. My father see's it best to control magic but his plan is flawed and weak. Controlling magic won't stop discrimination or those who abuse power. The only thing that will do that is if we are all the same. He does not see eye to eye with me on my views. But just watch me, one day I will be more powerful than him. One day everyone will be the same and discrimination will be no more and Avendel will be at my side once more.
---Likes: power, being in control, Avendel
---Dislikes: being despised, feeling unwanted, not being understood
---Strengths: swordsmanship, magic, knowledge, ambition
---Weakness: loosing those he's close to, single-minded,
Family:
Formora (elf) -- mother -- deceased
Galbatorix (human) -- fatherNot everyone can stand being despised.
Maybe if I were better at lying.
I could fool myself into believing that.The liar that I've become
shall make those into truths for you.
It was 15 years before Galbatorix, my father, killed Vrael at Edoc'sil, now renamed Ristvak'baen that I was born in a small town called Kirtuan, which was a elven outpost near the edge of the forest. The town had been captured by the Empire, specifically lead by a member of the foresworn, Formora, my mother.
Now how Galbatorix got involved with my mother I don't know. I suppose though the romance had been one of the reasons Formora joined the forsworn. This is all guessing though as my mother never said anything about it.
We never did stay in one place long, though my mother did everything she could to keep me out of danger. At the time I didn't know who my father was, I didn't learn that until later. As a child I felt like an outcast everywhere we went. I was stronger than human children but weaker than elven children. I simply did not fit in, as a result I didn't leave my mother's side unless I had to.
Formora may have been a foresworn but she was good to me. Her brown dragon, whose name now eludes me, was affectionate. Ever since the fall of the Rider's at Doru Araeba I have not been able to remember the dragon's name. I know there is a memory spell blocking that and it frustrates me to no end. I have a right to know the name of her dragon. I suppose at least I was allowed to remember my parents names at all, the spell could've blocked even their names.
My mother taught me many things, how to control my magic, shield my thoughts and speak to her by thought alone. I was about 15 when my mother went after Oromis and Glaedr. I was scared for her and ever so relieved when she returned. Kialandi the other rider who had been with her had been badly injured and stayed with us a few days while he healed. I was just glad my mother hadn't been killed.
Now I marvel at her story of fighting Oromis and Glaedr. Her plan had been very well thought out but Oromis and Glaedr had proven to be resourceful. They did get away but not without a dreadful injury, given to them by my mother.
It was less than a month later when she few to join the attack forces to destroy Doru Araeba. Before she left she gave me two things, one was a necklace with a metal figure of a dragon. As long as she or her dragon lived the mini dragon's eyes would be open. The second thing she gave me was a rich purple dragon egg, according to her the egg was from Shurikan and her dragon. Then she left. The dragon necklace remained with it's eyes open; however, she never came back for me. I waited but she did not return, but Galbatorix did. He took me to Uru'baen to live in the main castle with him. He told me my mother had been unable to return, something about having to drive back some rebels. It was during this time my relationship to Galbatorix was revealed. I'll admit I was not to happy about this, after all this alienated me more than just being a half elf. Galbatorix kept me secret and told few souls about me. I don't know why he wanted to keep it that way though I suppose he was ashamed of me, of my half blood.
A few days later I was in my room alone watching the dragon necklace when it's eye closed. Formora and her dragon were dead. To this day I don't know how they died and neither does Galbatorix. Moments after the dragon necklace closed it's eye the purple egg my mother had given me started to hatch and I bonded with the small dragon.
I named her Avendel Myshera. I know her name has something to do with my mother's dragon but I can no longer recall what that is. If only I could remember the name of that dragon. Anyways, I clung to Avendel. She was all I had and she seemed to understand me. She sympathized with me and comforted me. Galbatorix was pleased when this happened and trained me in the ways of the Riders. His methods were rough and left me with a few scars now and then. I only kept going because I knew my mother would be proud and maybe we could find her final resting place once we were allowed out of Uru'baen on missions.
Avendel meant the world to me. She was everything and I dreaded being away from her for any length of time. She wanted to end discrimination as well and make the world a better place. I followed her ideal and tried to do that.
It was many years later that the worst happened. Morzan was killed by Brom and Avendel and I were sent to finish Brom off. Looking back we didn't stand a chance against him, Saphira or no Saphira he was formidable. The battle was swift and I could only watch helplessly as he thrust Za'roc into Avendel's heart. I don't know why but he left me alone, he didn't try to finish me off too. He seemed almost sympathetic to my loss and left without finishing me off.
With the last of her strength Avendel transferred her soul to her Eldunari. I retrieved the stone but the Eldunari was cracked, it could not hold her. I was desperate, so I pulled out the purple gem from the hilt of my rider's blade. I had been researching and come across ancient magic depicting how to transfer and bind a soul, similar to a shade's method. I used the spell and transferred and bound Avendel to the gem.
Unfortunately, the gem will eventually consume the soul but at least she was alive. It got worse though, I became unable to contact her by any means. Consumed by rage I was sure she was dead because of the discrimination against me. Her last wish had been that there might be a place where there was no more discrimination. So I re-doubled my effort to find a way.
In the mean time to prevent Avendel from being consumed by the crystal I would channel magic into it, sometimes killing those I took the energy from. Through research I eventually created a spell that would purge the blood of any living thing by binding a cruxis crystal to the person, they would be alive but yet life-less. In other words a way to make everyone the same and if everyone was the same it would eliminate discrimination, it would be the age of life-less beings.
I used this spell and the cruxis crystal on myself. The result changed me in unexpected ways, for one all my scars and injuries vanished. I appeared flawless and perfect. I no longer feel pain and I no longer feel hot or cold.
I realized this crystal was more than I had anticipated and I found a way to adapt this to dragons. Now the one thing about a life-less being is that theoretically I could transfer a soul that matched the host. It would kill the host but with this I could bring back Avendel! The trouble is finding a dragon that will match her. Once I do I will be able to bring her back and with her at my side we can start an age of life-less beings where no one is discriminated against.
Since I am currently roleplaying Galby - how do they behave toward each other? 
