Nepherion [Trainee Dragon Ride -DONE]
May 9, 2012 20:03:27 GMT -5
Post by Nepherion on May 9, 2012 20:03:27 GMT -5
" When pushed against a wall, when suppressed and oppressed, when looking your opponent in the eye and faced with a life and death situation. You don't re-act like you think you would, you just trust the instinct. "
Full Name: Nepherion Coldfire
Race: Human
Side: Neutral
Birthplace: Terim
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Birthday: May 1st
Eyes: Sky Blue
Hair: Immaculate White
Weight: 110 lbs
Height: 5'8"
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): Swords, Magic, Chain and Dagger
Appearance:
Nepherion is blessed with looks that many would compare to elves if they had never seen one, but only heard of there beauty. His alabaster hair frames his strong jaws and hangs above his brows before dipping gently in between them. Though he does have strong features, many parts of his face are rather soft. Like the almond shape of his eyes and the curve of his pink lips. His cerulean blue eyes have an eternal look of determination that causes most people to wince when he glares at them even when he's joking and cheerfully having a good time.
Nepherion is a slander young man, his arm etched with the muscles of an athletic individual. He has nearly no fat on his body and sports a strong four abdominal that flows into a flat pelvic region. On his ears are three button style piercing that flows down the outer rim and on his neck lies a silver pendant that was given to him by his mother.
Nepherion usually sports a long dark blue coat, most of the time the sleeves are rolled up. Underneath this coat is a crimson vest hoodie with a zipper that is mostly ornamental. His vest covers a black muscle t-shirt that surrounds his arms and torso nicely. His legs are usually cover in blue jeans with leather boots attached to his feet. ( This is liable to change, Clothing that is)
Personality:
Nepherion is a rebellious, strong willed youth who's reckless actions and sense of adventure has placed him in trouble more than a couple of times. His rambunctious attitude leads many to believe him to be a free spirit which for the most part he is.
He digs deep into the mysteries of the world, finding himself many times over reading the adventures of Eragon Shadeslayer in the rebel forces of the Varden in Galbatorix's notice boards. His imagination becomes enchanted with visions of the adventures he could have as a Dragon Rider himself. His thought process usually ends up putting him into a land of adventure and gives him free reign of his own destiny. Usually putting him off into a daze in reality.
He has unwavering courage and determination, that comes with a strong moral compass. Though in the past he had held himself from interfering with the Empires brutality, it seems lately he has been very intolerant of them. Doing everything he can to put their actions in his town to rest without causing any harm to himself. As of lately he's been taking alot more risks in obtaining the peace he wishes for his village and all of Alageasia.
When angered Nepherion can be heartless, merciless, and without the right discipline plain destructive. He cares little for one's back drop and would more than likely be the first to initiate attack. In combat he fights on instincts and is naturally talented in both the art of the blade and chained dagger. He uses unpredictable moves that allows him to gain the upper hand and almost decimate his opponents. His most useful trait in battle is his need to understand.
Likes:
- Adventures
- Eragon Shadeslayer
- Saphira
- Swords
- Dragons
- Mom
- Termin
- Strong Bones
Dislikes:
- Dull Life
- Galbatorix
- The Empire
- Rainy Days
- Being Alone
Strengths: Optimism, Empathy, Willingness To Learn
Weakness: Family, Terim, Dragon, Recklessness
Family:
Urpheria [Mother - Adopted]
Onyx [Father - Adopted]
Nix [Sister - Adopted]
StrongBones [Dog]
History:
Prologue
Nepherion oldest memories trace back to his third year in the orphanage of Terim. The orphanage was dirty and unkept, his white hair drew attention to him by the normal browned haired kids. He remembered vividly being shoved into the dirt and later having to wash the dried mud out of his white hair.Six years of age, and he had already wish intensely for the death of others. When he was alone, when no one was bullying or teasing him, he often dreamed of a world where he could be thought of as a hero. A world, where not only was he revered but was showered with love. As it was now, even in the dirty hell hole of an orphanage little to no emotion ever flowed within the boy. Besides the feeling of loneliness and the feeling of despair.
As usual, when a potential parent came along to adopt one of the orphanage children the kids had found some way to make Nepherion look to be the most undesirable. This time they dumped the day's lunch, porridge all over his head right before the line up. Though he looked a mess compared to the others, as usual the boy put on his best smile and lick the slight bit of porridge on his lip into his mouth. Apparently the couple found that to be cute and through some miracle decided to adopt him from the orphanage. As he left, Nepherion caused as much chaos as he could by punching his most aggressive bully and running to his new parents. With his tongue out and his cheek puffed up he left the orphanage at the age of eight.
As the three walked to Nepherion's new home. He learned the names of his mother and father. Odd names they had, he thought. His mother's name was Urpheria and his father's was Onxy. The house was four miles from the orphanage and to his surprise upon his arrival he was greeted by a younger sister that went by the name Nix. She was petite and small, no older than six or seven. Her eyes sparkled with blue and her hair a dulled brunette. Nepherion remember thinking that if she was at the orphanage that they would had probably been friends. While some members of the family greeted him with a smile others greeted him with snarling fangs and barks. That day he was chased around the house more than five times by Strongbones. A small terrier with a mean bite and bark. He seemed reluctant to accept the new addition but really had no choice.
Four months later he had easily adapted to their way of living. Onyx and Urpheria was owners of a small book store and on certain days allowed Nepherion and Nix to actually come down and help. This begin his own curiosity in the world beyond what he knew. It was here in this store cluttered with books from all around Alageasia that he found his need to learn more. During one of his explorations through the bookstore with Nix, Nepherion ended up running into a few books that interested him greatly. It told stories of mystical beauties that were gifted in magic and giant reptiles that soared through the air, lighting whole villages ablaze. His sapphire eyes lit up as his imagination flourished into those worlds and led him into his own world where he was the knight that slayed those dragons. Reading those books became a hobby of his, he would shift through the old documents and fictional stories often just to found one. He even begged his mother and father to teach him bigger words. Just so he could read more books about them.
At the age of 14 Nepherion begin to notice the influence that the empire held on his home town. Now a little older and alot more wiser than he was before, he would often wonder why everyone feared cowards like them. They hid behind armor to cover their cowardice and hung tight to their blades to plant fear into the hearts of the brave. Though he felt this way, he knew not to mess with them. The empire was ruthless thugs with the ability to kill him and not be punished in any type of way for it. They were scum, maybe even lower and a system that allowed it was just as flawed as them. He often threw rocks at them from spots he knew he wouldn't be spotted from just to let some of his anger out without being endangered of being killed. He did this often even on his birthdays and was never once caught. Call it dumb luck or even skills. All he knew was they deserved it. This was the beginning of his uprising against the empire.
Two years later the events that followed, led his life into a spiraling struggle that would send him deep into the conflict that he always wished to be in. One day on his usual route back home from exerting his extra energy, he noticed Galbatorix's lap dogs causing mayhem again. It was the usual fussing and arguing, but as he looked closer he realized they were beating on an elderly woman that he was very much familiar with. As they kicked her to the ground and continued to kick her, A blind rage flurried over him and as if driven by instinct he ran and struck the closest one. His fist trembled from hitting the metal, but it was a quick wake up call that urged him to run for his life. He ran down Terim, through the large doors and down the coast of the town, until he was finally struck down by one of the guards hitting him with a rock. Nepeherion fell and eventually the guards beat him ten times worse than they had the old lady.
They left him alive but to damaged and hurt to move. He laid on the sandy coast of the beach looking off around him and at the ocean, but mostly around him. As he looked around the moon gleamed off an object in the distance. The white object seemed to beautiful in the moonlight, with his closed eyes it seemed almost like a beacon of light. As he crawled to the stone and his hand gripped around it, he eventually used it as a pillow for him to rest there. The next morning he found himself against the sand, his mouth dry and the crimson eyes of reptile tilting curiously at him. Frightened and startled, Nepherion swatted at the beast. Almost instantly a sharp frosty feeling shot through his arm, his left hand tingling from the bite he held it and notice a silvery mark on his palm. It swirled from his thumb onto his palm into the shape of an e. A quick gaze at the creature caused him to have a realization. Was that thing a Dragon ?
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Dragon Bio
Name: Starlight
Age: 4 minutes old
Physical description:
Egg ---> Starlight's egg appears to be a round, polished pearl. Hard as diamond and but beautiful to behold. The egg is completely round and lacks no imperfection on it. It sits two feet off the ground and could easily be misshapen for a large pearl.
Youngling --> As a youngling dragon, Starlight possesses scales that are bone white and eyes that are as crimson as rubies. The youngling at this stage is as big as a house cat, with a trail of white fur going down from his neck to tail. His snow white talons gleamed brightly in the flesh of his prey. He has two distinctively longer fangs that sit over his bottom jaw on the side.[Current Appearance]
Young Adult/Adult ---> Starlight is now larger than a two story house and his neck is slightly longer than most dragons. His body is elegant with bone white scales that blends in with the clouds as he fly overhead. His spikes are snow white aswell, being paler than the alabaster of his scales. On his head are two thin, long snow white horns that stretch back like straight pikes. His eyes are now the color of freshly spilled blood and just as intimidating as any other dragon's gaze.
His anatomy can be hinted at his design for balanced combat. His body is slander and aerodynamic but his hind legs and fore legs are packed with lean muscles that allow him to cause deadly strikes. The length of his tail is decorated with tiny alabaster spikes that end at the tip with two large spike jutting off the sides of it. His large white wings have a tint of red along the veins that flow through them, revealing just how pale the dragon really is.
Where they hatched: Along Terim Coast
Personality: Starlight is much wiser than Nepherion and often shows it when guiding him through his life and the trials of being a Dragon Rider. The dragon is very opinionated and voices them whenever he sees fit, most of the time asking Nepherion to speak them for him. Born with the basic knowledge that most dragons are born with, he often speaks to Nepherion as if he is child and he is his elder. Though Nepherion would usually protest this, with Starlight it's hard to protest with a bond so strong that you can feel the leagues of knowledge that separates them.
Being synced with Nepherion at the soul, Starlight's number one goal is to keep the boy safe. He is willing to sacrifice himself to keep the boy's health secure and most of the time is adamantly reluctant on leaving his side. Even when assured by overwhelming odds, he would much rather be in his presence to keep himself.
It would also seem that Starlight has a prankster in him as the two goes back in forth pulling jokes on each other and keeping each other company in the mental world they share. Though this also leads to Starlights need of privacy when wanting to keep his thoughts his and vice versa when regarding Nepherion's thoughts as well. The problem being they both find it hard to keep from one another mentally. His voice is noble and gentle, but surely male as he voice never hints towards being feminist.
When in battle Starlight's bond to Nepherion begin to show through. As they both attack in unpredictable and instinctive driven ways. His tail can fling and create a whirlwind of destruction one way, while he burns his foes to nothing but ashes in the opposite direction. Though, Starlight and Nepherion hate to admit that they are bonded closest when in the midst of combat. They can feel each other's power surging up within them and find it difficult to cut off that adrenaline pumping through their veins afterwards. Usually having to go soaring through the sky to burn off the extra energy.
Family:
Fanulix - Father - Wild - [Deceased]
Brenul - Mother - Rider Dragon - Munix Lionhide - [Deceased]
[[Witch]][[of Teirm]]
