Rocore Teronson of Uru'baen
Jan 18, 2012 14:22:05 GMT -5
Post by Rocore on Jan 18, 2012 14:22:05 GMT -5
I would like to be a Rider of the Empire, I see y'all don't just hand out Eggs though so I can wait/ change it if need be.
Rider
Full Name: Rocore Teronson
Other name(s): N/A
Race: Human
Side: Empire
Birthplace: Uru'baen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Birthday: February 6th
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Dirty blonde
Weight: 220
Height:6'4
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): A nicely crafted bastard sword, no gems or ornate sculpting on the pommel. However it is well-balanced and seems to 'click' with its holder.
His shield is black with a White dragon on the front. It is a rather distracting shield with the contrast of the colors but there is nothing special about it.
His javelins seem the only well-taken care of piece of equipment. To most they might seem heavy, with steel leaf-blade heads and a solid shaft. Upon each shaft is a white ribbon to retrieve the javelins when possible.
Appearance: His blue eyes have a misty quality about them. One might even guess he was blind although they'd soon find they were mistaken. Rocore's face has noble qualities, strong features, a solid jawline. Were he to smile it would likely be rather pleasant. His hair is long, traveling to his shoulders and usually pushed behind his ears.
Broad-shoulders and a rather astounding height stand out to most once they spot him. As far as warriors go he should have the strength alone to batter others down. He appears to be solid muscle, thick arms and legs with a solid chest.
Likes: He enjoys fighting, training, hunting, exploring, swimming, and talking as well as laughing (Though from the usual look of contempt on his face one wouldn't guess the last two.)
Dislikes: Fowl of any kind, confined spaces, being left to his own thoughts, being alone though he usually finds himself alone.
Strengths: He is proud and strong as well as stubborn. He can read and write, and maintains a quiet determination. When inspired to speak his voice is deep and soothing to most. He also has plenty of stamina. He is also smarter than he lets on.
Weakness: He harbors within him much anger and hatred that is pointed nowhere in particular often making him make rash decisions. He isn't as fast as others with his surprising strength.
Family:
Father: Teron Lockwood
Mother: Mira Lockwood
Younger Brothers: Coren and Corey (Twins) Lockwood
Not-So-Brief History: Rocore's early life was a very happy one. His father was a nobleman in Uru'baen and spared no expense on his first-born. He was proud to have a healthy son and raised him to be a brave and courageous warrior.
At the age of six he was given a tutor an elderly mage who wore black robes and stood at only five feet in height with an enormous grey beard that was braided and tied at his own belt. Rocore's father towered over the man but regarded him with the utmost respect. "My son, this is Gamlin Longbeard. A court wizard and a dear friend to us. Don't give him trouble and study hard, if you do well I'll taking you on your first hunt in a few weeks." The mage smiled as he saw a spark fly through Rocore's eyes.
The boys determination pushed him to learn the language at a swift pace. If he was not playing with a wooden sword then he was likely reading. He wanted to go hunting, but more than that he wanted to please his father.
After four weeks Gamlin spoke with Teron, Rocore's father and took him on his first hunt, for wild boar. The ride was long and naturally became uncomfortable but no one made mention of it. They were travelling to the Spine, Gamlin nearby and a personal guard of ten warriors with them should they encounter a group of Urgals.
The hunt lasted several days and Teron looked at Rocore before turning in his saddle and hurling his spear at the boar. It pierced the tough hide and the heart of the creature. "Remember never to let a creature suffer, kill it quickly and be done with it." The young man nodded and on the way back Gamlin quizzed him on how to hunt and words in general.
As the years went on Rocore was given a real sword and trained at first with his father then with another man a former Captain in Galbatorix' army. His father, Teron would disappear for months and soon Rocore found he had two younger brothers. By this time Rocore was fourteen and rather large for his age. He never gave himself time to relax, if he wasn't sleeping or eating he was training his mind or body. Gamlin had become a grandfather-like figure always watching, always nearby watching and congratulating his pupil.
On his sixteenth birthday his father was nowhere to be seen. He had hoped by training and learning harder than before his father would be around more often, alas it was not so. Instead another surprise awaited him. Several soldiers walked into the house lead by the Gamlin who had a very sad expression upon his face. Gamlin looked upon his mother Mira and sighed, "I'm sorry Mira.. Rocore, we're going to the Cathedral.." The guards grabbed Rocore and Gamlin as well. He noticed another man in black hidden behind the soldiers.
He eventually was allowed to walk as he wondered what was going on. They entered the Citadel and Rocore found himself in the throne room. His surprise and awe evident as he looked around. It was dimly lit but he could still make out what seemed to be a man upon the throne.
Then it hit him, a voice that seemed to shake the walls and calm him at the same time. "Rocore Teronson, the prodigal son if there ever were." Rocore couldn't help but smile as he was brought closer to the throne the King had taken notice of him? What honor!
As he was brought closer he saw another figure on his knees before the throne. The man appeared to be doubled over in pain. As he neared he found it to be his father and his once smiling face changed to one of pain. Galbatorix' voice rang out over the halls again, his voice was hard yet somehow caring, almost fatherly in itself. The young man wasn't sure if he should be sad for his father or if he was simply being scolded for an accident. "Teron Lockwood, for crimes against the Empire in smuggling goods to the Varden and Surda you will serve out the remainder of your life in prison."
Rocore blinked wondering why his father would do such a thing, he didn't cry he didn't speak, he was simply confused. After the King waved his hand, Teron spoke up, "I never wished you to be a part of this, my son. I have my reasons but take care of your mother and brothers... I'm sorry." At this Rocore's eyes began to tear up but he held them back. His father appeared broken, in spirit and in body. As the guards moved to drag him away the large man didn't struggle, he seemed limp and nearly lifeless. Gamlin stood behind Rocore still.
Rocore turned his attention to Galbatorix who spoke his voice seeming filled with praise now. The young man couldn't do anything but smile and he wondered why. "From what Gamlin has shown me you are a determined youth. Meant for the army too... I have better use for you in my castle, you'll be an excellent warrior. Swear fealty to me and your family will be well-taken care of."
Rocore seemed to forget his father as he spoke. "I-it would be an honor, my King." Rocore knelt and Galbatorix nodded slowly before telling him the words in the ancient language that must be spoken. A moment later he was bound to Galbatorix, "Now you will come with me." Galbatorix stood up and Rocore found himself taller than the King something he enjoyed but didn't speak of.
His mind lingered on the strange language he had spoken to Galbatorix but it mattered little as he found himself in an incredible treasure chamber. It felt powerful, magnificent, unbeleivable.. Several large stones came before him, a white one struck his fancy and as he reached out to touch it as if on cue it began to crack. Rocore pulled his hand back in a swift jerk and kept his gaze focused on the stone, "I-I didn't mean to-." He was cut off as Galbatoix waved his hand. "I am pleased, place your hand upon the stone and wait."
Rocore did as he was told, uncertain and slowly... Soon the egg cracked upon. The dragon head shooting up and it's head slamming into his palm as it broke free and let out a cry. It's scales were white and as he felt a new presence brush his mind and connect an overwhelming sense of calm struck him.
I've waited long for this day, I am Valorin, and we are one Rocore.
From that moment on was a blur years passed by of forced study much more difficult than before. His training was painful and though the challenge was enjoyable he was confined in the depths of the Citadel as was Valorin kept secret rarely did either of them see sunlight. But magic kept then from turning a ghostly white.
Rocore's bond with Valorin grew and they accepted their place in the Empire begrudgingly. As long as his family was safe.. Once he learned how to scry, he often scried his family in his sleep though he could not see his father.
Until now they have waited wondering what was to happen to get them out from beneath Uru'baen.
Dragon Bio
Name: Valorin
Physical description: A dazzling white dragon his scale seem to be more reflective and clean. His spines are thin but long. His body resembles that of most dragons powerfully built and large resembling his rider.
Personality: He is prideful, courageous, and as his name indicates valorous. Though still young, he is the more level-headed companion thinking before his emotions came into play. If he could he would spend every waking moment in either the air or in open spaces in the outdoors. He has a longing for freedom. His voice is deep and his mind feels strong, ominous even it is simply a nifty characteristic . He has been free of his egg for two years and is rather large likely near Thorn's size. Valorin will probably be surprised when he spreads his wings though as he hasn't trained those muscles.
Strengths: He is powerfully built and swift in ground combat. Wiser than his rider and sometimes smarter... Often smarter...
Weaknesses: He knows of how to fight inflight. But he has never been able to effectively practice it from within the Citadel where he was raised. He often fears being in enclosed spaces.
Was their egg stolen or given to the character by the Varden/Empire or found in the wild?: Given by Galbatorix.
Witch of Teirm
Rider
Full Name: Rocore Teronson
Other name(s): N/A
Race: Human
Side: Empire
Birthplace: Uru'baen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Birthday: February 6th
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Dirty blonde
Weight: 220
Height:6'4
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): A nicely crafted bastard sword, no gems or ornate sculpting on the pommel. However it is well-balanced and seems to 'click' with its holder.
His shield is black with a White dragon on the front. It is a rather distracting shield with the contrast of the colors but there is nothing special about it.
His javelins seem the only well-taken care of piece of equipment. To most they might seem heavy, with steel leaf-blade heads and a solid shaft. Upon each shaft is a white ribbon to retrieve the javelins when possible.
Appearance: His blue eyes have a misty quality about them. One might even guess he was blind although they'd soon find they were mistaken. Rocore's face has noble qualities, strong features, a solid jawline. Were he to smile it would likely be rather pleasant. His hair is long, traveling to his shoulders and usually pushed behind his ears.
Broad-shoulders and a rather astounding height stand out to most once they spot him. As far as warriors go he should have the strength alone to batter others down. He appears to be solid muscle, thick arms and legs with a solid chest.
Likes: He enjoys fighting, training, hunting, exploring, swimming, and talking as well as laughing (Though from the usual look of contempt on his face one wouldn't guess the last two.)
Dislikes: Fowl of any kind, confined spaces, being left to his own thoughts, being alone though he usually finds himself alone.
Strengths: He is proud and strong as well as stubborn. He can read and write, and maintains a quiet determination. When inspired to speak his voice is deep and soothing to most. He also has plenty of stamina. He is also smarter than he lets on.
Weakness: He harbors within him much anger and hatred that is pointed nowhere in particular often making him make rash decisions. He isn't as fast as others with his surprising strength.
Family:
Father: Teron Lockwood
Mother: Mira Lockwood
Younger Brothers: Coren and Corey (Twins) Lockwood
Not-So-Brief History: Rocore's early life was a very happy one. His father was a nobleman in Uru'baen and spared no expense on his first-born. He was proud to have a healthy son and raised him to be a brave and courageous warrior.
At the age of six he was given a tutor an elderly mage who wore black robes and stood at only five feet in height with an enormous grey beard that was braided and tied at his own belt. Rocore's father towered over the man but regarded him with the utmost respect. "My son, this is Gamlin Longbeard. A court wizard and a dear friend to us. Don't give him trouble and study hard, if you do well I'll taking you on your first hunt in a few weeks." The mage smiled as he saw a spark fly through Rocore's eyes.
The boys determination pushed him to learn the language at a swift pace. If he was not playing with a wooden sword then he was likely reading. He wanted to go hunting, but more than that he wanted to please his father.
After four weeks Gamlin spoke with Teron, Rocore's father and took him on his first hunt, for wild boar. The ride was long and naturally became uncomfortable but no one made mention of it. They were travelling to the Spine, Gamlin nearby and a personal guard of ten warriors with them should they encounter a group of Urgals.
The hunt lasted several days and Teron looked at Rocore before turning in his saddle and hurling his spear at the boar. It pierced the tough hide and the heart of the creature. "Remember never to let a creature suffer, kill it quickly and be done with it." The young man nodded and on the way back Gamlin quizzed him on how to hunt and words in general.
As the years went on Rocore was given a real sword and trained at first with his father then with another man a former Captain in Galbatorix' army. His father, Teron would disappear for months and soon Rocore found he had two younger brothers. By this time Rocore was fourteen and rather large for his age. He never gave himself time to relax, if he wasn't sleeping or eating he was training his mind or body. Gamlin had become a grandfather-like figure always watching, always nearby watching and congratulating his pupil.
On his sixteenth birthday his father was nowhere to be seen. He had hoped by training and learning harder than before his father would be around more often, alas it was not so. Instead another surprise awaited him. Several soldiers walked into the house lead by the Gamlin who had a very sad expression upon his face. Gamlin looked upon his mother Mira and sighed, "I'm sorry Mira.. Rocore, we're going to the Cathedral.." The guards grabbed Rocore and Gamlin as well. He noticed another man in black hidden behind the soldiers.
He eventually was allowed to walk as he wondered what was going on. They entered the Citadel and Rocore found himself in the throne room. His surprise and awe evident as he looked around. It was dimly lit but he could still make out what seemed to be a man upon the throne.
Then it hit him, a voice that seemed to shake the walls and calm him at the same time. "Rocore Teronson, the prodigal son if there ever were." Rocore couldn't help but smile as he was brought closer to the throne the King had taken notice of him? What honor!
As he was brought closer he saw another figure on his knees before the throne. The man appeared to be doubled over in pain. As he neared he found it to be his father and his once smiling face changed to one of pain. Galbatorix' voice rang out over the halls again, his voice was hard yet somehow caring, almost fatherly in itself. The young man wasn't sure if he should be sad for his father or if he was simply being scolded for an accident. "Teron Lockwood, for crimes against the Empire in smuggling goods to the Varden and Surda you will serve out the remainder of your life in prison."
Rocore blinked wondering why his father would do such a thing, he didn't cry he didn't speak, he was simply confused. After the King waved his hand, Teron spoke up, "I never wished you to be a part of this, my son. I have my reasons but take care of your mother and brothers... I'm sorry." At this Rocore's eyes began to tear up but he held them back. His father appeared broken, in spirit and in body. As the guards moved to drag him away the large man didn't struggle, he seemed limp and nearly lifeless. Gamlin stood behind Rocore still.
Rocore turned his attention to Galbatorix who spoke his voice seeming filled with praise now. The young man couldn't do anything but smile and he wondered why. "From what Gamlin has shown me you are a determined youth. Meant for the army too... I have better use for you in my castle, you'll be an excellent warrior. Swear fealty to me and your family will be well-taken care of."
Rocore seemed to forget his father as he spoke. "I-it would be an honor, my King." Rocore knelt and Galbatorix nodded slowly before telling him the words in the ancient language that must be spoken. A moment later he was bound to Galbatorix, "Now you will come with me." Galbatorix stood up and Rocore found himself taller than the King something he enjoyed but didn't speak of.
His mind lingered on the strange language he had spoken to Galbatorix but it mattered little as he found himself in an incredible treasure chamber. It felt powerful, magnificent, unbeleivable.. Several large stones came before him, a white one struck his fancy and as he reached out to touch it as if on cue it began to crack. Rocore pulled his hand back in a swift jerk and kept his gaze focused on the stone, "I-I didn't mean to-." He was cut off as Galbatoix waved his hand. "I am pleased, place your hand upon the stone and wait."
Rocore did as he was told, uncertain and slowly... Soon the egg cracked upon. The dragon head shooting up and it's head slamming into his palm as it broke free and let out a cry. It's scales were white and as he felt a new presence brush his mind and connect an overwhelming sense of calm struck him.
I've waited long for this day, I am Valorin, and we are one Rocore.
From that moment on was a blur years passed by of forced study much more difficult than before. His training was painful and though the challenge was enjoyable he was confined in the depths of the Citadel as was Valorin kept secret rarely did either of them see sunlight. But magic kept then from turning a ghostly white.
Rocore's bond with Valorin grew and they accepted their place in the Empire begrudgingly. As long as his family was safe.. Once he learned how to scry, he often scried his family in his sleep though he could not see his father.
Until now they have waited wondering what was to happen to get them out from beneath Uru'baen.
Dragon Bio
Name: Valorin
Physical description: A dazzling white dragon his scale seem to be more reflective and clean. His spines are thin but long. His body resembles that of most dragons powerfully built and large resembling his rider.
Personality: He is prideful, courageous, and as his name indicates valorous. Though still young, he is the more level-headed companion thinking before his emotions came into play. If he could he would spend every waking moment in either the air or in open spaces in the outdoors. He has a longing for freedom. His voice is deep and his mind feels strong, ominous even it is simply a nifty characteristic . He has been free of his egg for two years and is rather large likely near Thorn's size. Valorin will probably be surprised when he spreads his wings though as he hasn't trained those muscles.
Strengths: He is powerfully built and swift in ground combat. Wiser than his rider and sometimes smarter... Often smarter...
Weaknesses: He knows of how to fight inflight. But he has never been able to effectively practice it from within the Citadel where he was raised. He often fears being in enclosed spaces.
Was their egg stolen or given to the character by the Varden/Empire or found in the wild?: Given by Galbatorix.
Witch of Teirm
