Lyrian Daultiu--- Empire Rider [Done]
Mar 18, 2012 15:53:42 GMT -5
Post by Kathena on Mar 18, 2012 15:53:42 GMT -5
Lyrian Daultiu
Full Name: Lyrian Daultiu
Other name: Lyrian Flameswinger
Race: Human
Side: Empire
Birthplace: Feinster in the Empire
Age: 18 years old
Gender: Male
Birthday: June 21st
Eyes: An ocean blue
Hair: Light blond with red dyed ends
Weight: 145 pounds
Height: 5' 9"
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): Lyrian tried fighting with many things in his lifetime, but the weapon he found most appealing was a sword. He now uses a sword called Hvitr-Knifr meaning "White Blade". The true name of his sword his unknown, but it makes no difference to him what it is called. It is quite a beautiful sword, for it had a silver handle with gold trimming. The blade was iron, but it was well polish so it shimmered making it look a silvery white.
A sword isn't the only thing Lyrian fights with, although it is the most common thing he uses. Every once and awhile, he will fight with fire. That is where he gets the name, Flameswinger. He will simply use a torch to burn his enemies when he looses his sword or didn't bring it with him. Most humans would be scared of fire, but he sees that it can prove to be a great weapon. He can also use magic, but he is not very talented with magic so it is not one of his preferred weapon.
Appearance: Lyrian has strange facial features that slightly resimble an elf. The strange part is he is not aware of any elven relative in his family. He was born a peasant from Fienster, so that theory is impossible. He is tall compared to his mother, and almost as tall as his father. He is very slim because he rarely eats anything. He is too busy thinking or trying to enjoy his life.
Lyrian's chin is pointed, along with the tip of his nose. His cheekbones are round and full, but they are very high on his face. His skin was formerly a pale white, but after fighting, riding on Sythlern, and letting his skin bake in the light of a fire most of the day made his skin flushed his color. Now it is a cream color, and strange enough he never gets sunburned.
His eyes area bright ocean blue, that was once had a merry and gleeful look. But now his eyes are clouded with anger and pride, but never pain. No, his sorrow is saved for his parents, Sythlern, and anyone willing to talk to him without sneering. He does have a lonely look in his eyes when he is alone, for he does wish to have a friend... A friend besides his dragon.
Lyrian's hair is a light blond, but he found a way to stain, or dye, the ends of it a scarlet color. It's spikey and sticks up most of the time, but he likes it that way. Sometimes he finds a way to keep it straight, but that is very rare.
Lyrian usually wears pitch black long sleeved shirt and long, black pants. His shirt collar goes up to his chin before curving over. A black cape with red trimming hanging down from his shoulders and his outfit is wrapped up with black leather boots.
Personality: Lyrian has determination, and lots of it. he is determined to impress the king, and make his parents proud most of all. He is not brave or couragious, but he is willing to to anything if he is ordered to or if it mean helping someone else in the Empire. He is not completely fearless, but he is close. It is strange for someone with almost no fear to have no bravery, but he does not.
He is very self-confident. He was not so proud of himself when he lived in Feinster, but using fire as a weapon and talking to the king in person has boost his confidenece. He is not willing to give up so easily on what he believes on, and some may even call him stubborn. He is keen and sly in battle though, but not good at hiding his tempor.
He wishes to be respected, although he knows that is impossible. He is one of the only Empire riders that willingly joined the Empire, which makes him feel uncomforable around most of the other Empire riders. Sometimes Lyrian feels as if he has no friends, and Sythlern is is only true friend. He is very lonely at times as well.
Lyrian has never really felt love for many people. He has only loved his parents and his dragon, but he hopes that one day that will change. Yet, who could love someone who seems to have no mercy?
Lyrian's imagination has almost disappeared. When he lived in Feinster, he use to dream about other worlds or being someone ese all the time, but now his mind seems to be limited to only practical things. The only time he ever dreams anymore is when his eyes are fixed on the flames of a fire.
---Likes: Fire, Swordsmanship, the Empire, Feinster, Loyalty, Respectfulness, Beauty in Things (life, nature, etc), Sythlern
---Dislikes: Slavery (Sometimes), the Varden, Water
---Strengths: Swordsmanship, Fire, Agility, Quick Thinking, Sythlern, Magic ((Kind of but not really))
---Weakness: Distractions, Clumsy, Lack of Intelligence
Family:
Kathrine Daultiu- Mother
Hestrin Daultiu- Father
None other of his family members are known...
Not-So-Brief History: Lyrian was born in Feinster to Kathrine and Hestrin Daultiu on June 21st. He was raised in a rather small house, and his father was swordsmanship mentor. As soon as Lyrian was able to hold a sword, his father was teaching him how to fight. Hestrin also tought him how to fight with a hammer, ax, club, and many more things, but he didn't find any of them that interesting. So Lyrian was trained for many hours a day, learning all the things his father knew about the subject. Outside of swordsmanship training, Lyrian had many friends he went to visit. He would join his best friend, Rictof, after lessons and they would go talk to others their age around town. Most of them said that they were planning on joining the Empire once there 15th birthday came, but Lyrian was not so interested. Sure he wished to impress his king, but not in that way. He didn't plan on dying young.
The day finally came when his friends were leaving to join the army. He wish them all farewell, but gave Rictof a short pat on the back. They promised to remember each other and always be friends, but they both knew the truth. Someone without training would never survive as a soldier. So Lyrian skipped lessons with his father for the day and walked around town. As he walked through the streets of Feinster he over heard a few guards talking about how the Lord of Feinster wanted to find someone to join their group of guards to protect the Lord's building. Lyrian offered and told them of his training and they took him to the Lord. The man glanced at him, not seeming too sure, but then he made Lyrian fight one of his other guards. Lyrian took the guard down after a short fight, and the Lord accepted his help. He it wasn't a big job, but he could remain in Feinster and still fight. It was good enough for him.
They had, in time, given Lyrian new armor that he was suppose to wear everyday, so that was indeed what he did. He worked there for years, and then when he turned 17 something unexpected happened. Lyrian so no aloud to over heard any of the meeting the Lord called so he didn't think anything was wrong with the city. But later that day the Varden attacked Feinster. The Lord ordered all of his guards to fight as well as the Empire soldiers that came to Feinster. He had no idea if his friends were in their, but at the moment, he didn't care. They had chosen their fate and he chose his. Lyrian grabbed his sword, Hvitr-Knifr, and went into battle. The first place he went was towards his home. He didn't want to risk it being burned down or etc. The Varden warriors were coming into the city quickly, and Lyrian was fighting well. But they were pooring into the city quickly, and rushing towards the Lord. Lyrian told his father to protect their house and then he rushed towards the Lords home. The Varden was already inside once he arrived and he ran to join the Lord in his courters. The Varden warriors attacked him as he tried to protect the Lord and he did farely well for awhile, but his dropped out of his hand. No one made any motion to steal it, but they kicked it away from him. In panic, Lyrian looked around for another weapon to use when he spotted a torch. He reached for the torch and grabbed it. The Varden warriors seemed slightly shocked at this, but they kept fighting. He swung to fire at them as sparks lit up on their mail shirts, beards, etc. That was when he realized fire wasn't an enemy, it was an ally. That was when he earned his title as Lyrian Flameswinger. But as he glanced over at the Lord someone had already stuck a sword through his heart and the Varden claimed the city. Lyrian threw the torch on the ground and watched the warrior stomp it out before he grabbed for his sword, sheathed it and raced out of the Lord's home. He felt lost as he ran out of the city, but he knew where he wished to go. He followed the remaining soldier back to Uru'baen.
Once he got there, he asked if he could join the Empire's army. He had never planned on it, nor did her want to, but it seemed like a good option. He was brought to the king, and for a poor boy from Feinster he guessed that was rare. The king didn't seem too pleased when he heard of Feinster, but he looked at Lyrian curiusly when he told him of ho he fought with fire. Of course, Lyrian thought it was strange for someone to think of it as weird, but he didn't argue. The king told him he could join the army, and then the another battle came along. Lyrian fought hard, without gaining too many wounds, but the city was still lost. When Lyrian was about to travel back to the Empire, he retrieved a letter from the king. It said:
Lyrian was shocked from this letter, but at the same time he was nevious for he thought he might disappoint the King. Once he got back to Uru'baen he went to see Galbatorix as he was told. The King of the Empire brought him to a room where he had a few dragon eggs, and Lyrian was memorized by the beautiful eggs. He was told to stay with them for awhile to see if they would hatch, so Lyrian walked around the room glancing at the eggs. After awhile he got bored so a sat down againest the wall and waited. He had almost given up when he head shiftingon the stone floor. He found that a silver dragon egg was hatching and when it did the hatchling stared up at him, observing him. The bound was something Lyrian had never imaged and for days to come the silver dragon, now named Sythlern, grew up with the help of magic. Soon enough he was large enough to fly with Lyrian on his back, but he could not yet breath fire. That is yet to come.
Dragon Bio
Sythlern Shiningscales
Name: Sythlern Shiningscales
Physical description: Sythlern is silver dragon with bright scales that shimmering in the sunlight. That is where he would the name Shiningscales. His eyes are a beautiful blue. They are light, but bright at the same time. His face is slightly narrow, and he has antenna- like things a little farther up on his head, near his eyes. He has dark silver spikes that start at the top of his head and go down to the bottom of his neck. Unlike most dragons, they don't go down to his back or his tail.
His wingspand is large, and he has a dark silver spike in the tip of each wing. The leathery skin in his wings are also a dark silver. He is larger then he should be for his age, for Galbatorix's magic has made look older then he his.
Personality: Sythlern is not like most the Empire dragons. He doesn't want to leave the Empire. Like his Rider, he loves serving the Empire and that is his whole life. He has been told many times about how Galbatorix let Lyrian join and how Lyrian fought with fire at the battle of Fienster. Although he loves the life of being evil, he is kind and friendly in general. He onyl snarls at the mention of the Varden, and he loves nothing more but to soar through the air during battles. He enjoys fighting, and can't wait to breath fire, but he hates seeing others in pain or wounded. He is a strange dragon, but he likes his life.
---Strengths: Lyrian, Agility, His Long Claws, Quick Thinking
---Weaknesses: Lack of Experiance, Lack of Intelligence, His Surroundings
Was their egg stolen or given to the character by the Varden/Empire or found in the wild?: Sythlern's egg was given to Lyrian by the Empire.
Anything extra:
1. I just now noticed this, but does the password talking about Angela from Inheritance?
2. The picture at the top isn't really him, but it's the closest I could find. I don't have time to make one right now.
3. This is the character I sent a PM to Rhaxta about.
Password: [[Witch]] [[of Teirm]]
Full Name: Lyrian Daultiu
Other name: Lyrian Flameswinger
Race: Human
Side: Empire
Birthplace: Feinster in the Empire
Age: 18 years old
Gender: Male
Birthday: June 21st
Eyes: An ocean blue
Hair: Light blond with red dyed ends
Weight: 145 pounds
Height: 5' 9"
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): Lyrian tried fighting with many things in his lifetime, but the weapon he found most appealing was a sword. He now uses a sword called Hvitr-Knifr meaning "White Blade". The true name of his sword his unknown, but it makes no difference to him what it is called. It is quite a beautiful sword, for it had a silver handle with gold trimming. The blade was iron, but it was well polish so it shimmered making it look a silvery white.
A sword isn't the only thing Lyrian fights with, although it is the most common thing he uses. Every once and awhile, he will fight with fire. That is where he gets the name, Flameswinger. He will simply use a torch to burn his enemies when he looses his sword or didn't bring it with him. Most humans would be scared of fire, but he sees that it can prove to be a great weapon. He can also use magic, but he is not very talented with magic so it is not one of his preferred weapon.
Appearance: Lyrian has strange facial features that slightly resimble an elf. The strange part is he is not aware of any elven relative in his family. He was born a peasant from Fienster, so that theory is impossible. He is tall compared to his mother, and almost as tall as his father. He is very slim because he rarely eats anything. He is too busy thinking or trying to enjoy his life.
Lyrian's chin is pointed, along with the tip of his nose. His cheekbones are round and full, but they are very high on his face. His skin was formerly a pale white, but after fighting, riding on Sythlern, and letting his skin bake in the light of a fire most of the day made his skin flushed his color. Now it is a cream color, and strange enough he never gets sunburned.
His eyes area bright ocean blue, that was once had a merry and gleeful look. But now his eyes are clouded with anger and pride, but never pain. No, his sorrow is saved for his parents, Sythlern, and anyone willing to talk to him without sneering. He does have a lonely look in his eyes when he is alone, for he does wish to have a friend... A friend besides his dragon.
Lyrian's hair is a light blond, but he found a way to stain, or dye, the ends of it a scarlet color. It's spikey and sticks up most of the time, but he likes it that way. Sometimes he finds a way to keep it straight, but that is very rare.
Lyrian usually wears pitch black long sleeved shirt and long, black pants. His shirt collar goes up to his chin before curving over. A black cape with red trimming hanging down from his shoulders and his outfit is wrapped up with black leather boots.
Personality: Lyrian has determination, and lots of it. he is determined to impress the king, and make his parents proud most of all. He is not brave or couragious, but he is willing to to anything if he is ordered to or if it mean helping someone else in the Empire. He is not completely fearless, but he is close. It is strange for someone with almost no fear to have no bravery, but he does not.
He is very self-confident. He was not so proud of himself when he lived in Feinster, but using fire as a weapon and talking to the king in person has boost his confidenece. He is not willing to give up so easily on what he believes on, and some may even call him stubborn. He is keen and sly in battle though, but not good at hiding his tempor.
He wishes to be respected, although he knows that is impossible. He is one of the only Empire riders that willingly joined the Empire, which makes him feel uncomforable around most of the other Empire riders. Sometimes Lyrian feels as if he has no friends, and Sythlern is is only true friend. He is very lonely at times as well.
Lyrian has never really felt love for many people. He has only loved his parents and his dragon, but he hopes that one day that will change. Yet, who could love someone who seems to have no mercy?
Lyrian's imagination has almost disappeared. When he lived in Feinster, he use to dream about other worlds or being someone ese all the time, but now his mind seems to be limited to only practical things. The only time he ever dreams anymore is when his eyes are fixed on the flames of a fire.
---Likes: Fire, Swordsmanship, the Empire, Feinster, Loyalty, Respectfulness, Beauty in Things (life, nature, etc), Sythlern
---Dislikes: Slavery (Sometimes), the Varden, Water
---Strengths: Swordsmanship, Fire, Agility, Quick Thinking, Sythlern, Magic ((Kind of but not really))
---Weakness: Distractions, Clumsy, Lack of Intelligence
Family:
Kathrine Daultiu- Mother
Hestrin Daultiu- Father
None other of his family members are known...
Not-So-Brief History: Lyrian was born in Feinster to Kathrine and Hestrin Daultiu on June 21st. He was raised in a rather small house, and his father was swordsmanship mentor. As soon as Lyrian was able to hold a sword, his father was teaching him how to fight. Hestrin also tought him how to fight with a hammer, ax, club, and many more things, but he didn't find any of them that interesting. So Lyrian was trained for many hours a day, learning all the things his father knew about the subject. Outside of swordsmanship training, Lyrian had many friends he went to visit. He would join his best friend, Rictof, after lessons and they would go talk to others their age around town. Most of them said that they were planning on joining the Empire once there 15th birthday came, but Lyrian was not so interested. Sure he wished to impress his king, but not in that way. He didn't plan on dying young.
The day finally came when his friends were leaving to join the army. He wish them all farewell, but gave Rictof a short pat on the back. They promised to remember each other and always be friends, but they both knew the truth. Someone without training would never survive as a soldier. So Lyrian skipped lessons with his father for the day and walked around town. As he walked through the streets of Feinster he over heard a few guards talking about how the Lord of Feinster wanted to find someone to join their group of guards to protect the Lord's building. Lyrian offered and told them of his training and they took him to the Lord. The man glanced at him, not seeming too sure, but then he made Lyrian fight one of his other guards. Lyrian took the guard down after a short fight, and the Lord accepted his help. He it wasn't a big job, but he could remain in Feinster and still fight. It was good enough for him.
They had, in time, given Lyrian new armor that he was suppose to wear everyday, so that was indeed what he did. He worked there for years, and then when he turned 17 something unexpected happened. Lyrian so no aloud to over heard any of the meeting the Lord called so he didn't think anything was wrong with the city. But later that day the Varden attacked Feinster. The Lord ordered all of his guards to fight as well as the Empire soldiers that came to Feinster. He had no idea if his friends were in their, but at the moment, he didn't care. They had chosen their fate and he chose his. Lyrian grabbed his sword, Hvitr-Knifr, and went into battle. The first place he went was towards his home. He didn't want to risk it being burned down or etc. The Varden warriors were coming into the city quickly, and Lyrian was fighting well. But they were pooring into the city quickly, and rushing towards the Lord. Lyrian told his father to protect their house and then he rushed towards the Lords home. The Varden was already inside once he arrived and he ran to join the Lord in his courters. The Varden warriors attacked him as he tried to protect the Lord and he did farely well for awhile, but his dropped out of his hand. No one made any motion to steal it, but they kicked it away from him. In panic, Lyrian looked around for another weapon to use when he spotted a torch. He reached for the torch and grabbed it. The Varden warriors seemed slightly shocked at this, but they kept fighting. He swung to fire at them as sparks lit up on their mail shirts, beards, etc. That was when he realized fire wasn't an enemy, it was an ally. That was when he earned his title as Lyrian Flameswinger. But as he glanced over at the Lord someone had already stuck a sword through his heart and the Varden claimed the city. Lyrian threw the torch on the ground and watched the warrior stomp it out before he grabbed for his sword, sheathed it and raced out of the Lord's home. He felt lost as he ran out of the city, but he knew where he wished to go. He followed the remaining soldier back to Uru'baen.
Once he got there, he asked if he could join the Empire's army. He had never planned on it, nor did her want to, but it seemed like a good option. He was brought to the king, and for a poor boy from Feinster he guessed that was rare. The king didn't seem too pleased when he heard of Feinster, but he looked at Lyrian curiusly when he told him of ho he fought with fire. Of course, Lyrian thought it was strange for someone to think of it as weird, but he didn't argue. The king told him he could join the army, and then the another battle came along. Lyrian fought hard, without gaining too many wounds, but the city was still lost. When Lyrian was about to travel back to the Empire, he retrieved a letter from the king. It said:
You have fought well, young soldier. When you come back to the castle come visit me and I will let try to get one of the dragon eggs to hatch for you.
-Galbatorix
Lyrian was shocked from this letter, but at the same time he was nevious for he thought he might disappoint the King. Once he got back to Uru'baen he went to see Galbatorix as he was told. The King of the Empire brought him to a room where he had a few dragon eggs, and Lyrian was memorized by the beautiful eggs. He was told to stay with them for awhile to see if they would hatch, so Lyrian walked around the room glancing at the eggs. After awhile he got bored so a sat down againest the wall and waited. He had almost given up when he head shiftingon the stone floor. He found that a silver dragon egg was hatching and when it did the hatchling stared up at him, observing him. The bound was something Lyrian had never imaged and for days to come the silver dragon, now named Sythlern, grew up with the help of magic. Soon enough he was large enough to fly with Lyrian on his back, but he could not yet breath fire. That is yet to come.
Dragon Bio
Sythlern Shiningscales
Name: Sythlern Shiningscales
Physical description: Sythlern is silver dragon with bright scales that shimmering in the sunlight. That is where he would the name Shiningscales. His eyes are a beautiful blue. They are light, but bright at the same time. His face is slightly narrow, and he has antenna- like things a little farther up on his head, near his eyes. He has dark silver spikes that start at the top of his head and go down to the bottom of his neck. Unlike most dragons, they don't go down to his back or his tail.
His wingspand is large, and he has a dark silver spike in the tip of each wing. The leathery skin in his wings are also a dark silver. He is larger then he should be for his age, for Galbatorix's magic has made look older then he his.
Personality: Sythlern is not like most the Empire dragons. He doesn't want to leave the Empire. Like his Rider, he loves serving the Empire and that is his whole life. He has been told many times about how Galbatorix let Lyrian join and how Lyrian fought with fire at the battle of Fienster. Although he loves the life of being evil, he is kind and friendly in general. He onyl snarls at the mention of the Varden, and he loves nothing more but to soar through the air during battles. He enjoys fighting, and can't wait to breath fire, but he hates seeing others in pain or wounded. He is a strange dragon, but he likes his life.
---Strengths: Lyrian, Agility, His Long Claws, Quick Thinking
---Weaknesses: Lack of Experiance, Lack of Intelligence, His Surroundings
Was their egg stolen or given to the character by the Varden/Empire or found in the wild?: Sythlern's egg was given to Lyrian by the Empire.
Anything extra:
1. I just now noticed this, but does the password talking about Angela from Inheritance?
2. The picture at the top isn't really him, but it's the closest I could find. I don't have time to make one right now.
3. This is the character I sent a PM to Rhaxta about.
Password: [[Witch]] [[of Teirm]]
