Renyr Iroden
Jan 2, 2012 2:19:36 GMT -5
Post by renyriroden on Jan 2, 2012 2:19:36 GMT -5
Full Name: Renyr Iroden
Other name(s): Renyr Ironwilled
Race: Human
Side: Varden
Birthplace:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Birthday: August 13
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: She has long, pin-straight, black hair that match her eyes.
Weight: 138
Height: 5'5"
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): She feels most comfortable wielding her sword. She has not the speed of an elf, so she must resort to her strength and cunning rather than a bow or axe, and she has always grown up being trained in swordsmanship.
Her sword was handed down to her by her father before her family was separated. It was made of iron fortified by magic, that was light enough for her to handle in battle despite its size. The handle was of sturdy oak, also fortified with a magic that keeps it from splintering or breaking, engraved with a crescent moon, her family's crest. The name given was Zatara.
Appearance: The first obvious attribute is that she is of shorter stature, being only 5'5". She had long black hair that sweeps behind
her as she walks. She has a slender body type, but well hidden are the muscles she developed aiding her father on their small farm and sparring with her slightly older twin. At first appearance, her eyes are a plain brown, but at closer inspection, they give a glimpse into her fierce personality. But to look even farther, one would see her longing and despair to find her family and to fight those who had killed and enslaved so many of her friends. She has a sharp jaw line, and a set of small, pink lips that hide a full set of teeth.
Hidden by tunics and dresses with long sleeves, her right arm is covered in blotches of scars from a burn, acquired when she returned to her village after it was pillaged by the Empire's soldiers.
Likes: She likes writing, riding horses, sparring (as she used to often with her brother), the Varden, learning of the dragons and riders of old, and though she has yet to see one, she has always been entranced and awed by the dragons.
Dislikes: The Empire, for separating her family and destroying her home, cowards, Raz'ac/Lethrblaka.
Strengths: Tolerance, mental and physical toughness, loyalty.
Weakness: She is impatient, short tempered, and ignorant because of her age.
Family:
Father - Jimorda
Mother - Lloriana
Twin brother - Zaynith
All have found refuge in Teirm after their home was attacked, but Graciela is unaware of their whereabouts.
Not-So-Brief History: Born in the late summer, in the city of Belatona, her parents were surprised and blessed with twins, a son and a daughter. They knew a city crawling with the Empire's soldiers was no place to raise their children so only a few weeks after her birth, in the dark of night, her parents fled to a village outside Feinster, near the mountains, hoping they would someday be able to reach the city of Eoam on the secluded island of Beirland.
But soon enough, her parents found their small village charming, and as years passed it seemed that their new home was well hidden enough that none of Galbatorix's soldiers would soon discover them. Throughout her years, her father taught her and her brother of the art of the sword, how to defend themselves, how to ride and of the ancient dragons and Riders.
Her mother, taught them of which plants in the wild, could be used for healing and eating, and which deemed poisonous and deadly to humans.
She often filled her days riding along the fields near their home or close to the mountains that overlooked their cluster of houses. She felt it was the closest she could get to flying, a sensation she could only dream of knowing of how rare it would be for a dragon to ever hatch for her and once more for her to even encounter one was a stretch. Still she never ceased to dream of the large, magnificent creatures.
One day, at only 15 years, as she was riding near the southern most portion of the Spine, in horror she saw black smoke rising from the homes where she had grown up. Knowing it was too dangerous, she remained hidden in the mountains where too few found the courage to venture, in despair as she watched the destruction of her home.
She waited till it seemed everything was still before she dared to return, and she wept when she saw there was nothing left. Walking through the ashes of her home she saw no trace of anyone or anything. In disbelief, she was stricken. She could not move, even at the creaking of the wood above her, she was still. She was alone.
All at once, everything came crashing down that still stood, she turned to flee, but a pillar that supported the second story of her house collapsed, pinning her right arm underneath its still smoldering weight. Fortunately after some time she was finally able to push the beam off her arm, but not before leaving it with a burn that nearly destroyed her arm.
So she fled, as riding as fast as she could by day and resting at night, she traveled along the northern border of Surda, sustaining herself on plants her mother had showed her were safe to eat.
Exhausted to the point of fainting, and at a state of malnutrition, she was found and cared for by a number of Varden's scouts east of Petrovoya. Bringing her back to the Varden's camp, she swore fealty to their cause, hoping that she could be use to them and that someday she could ask for help to find her lost family.
As two years passed, she grew stronger and wiser as she was taught of the fall of the Riders, more of Galbatorix's evil and his doings among the realm, and how dragon eggs were found. Excited that she might finally to join the fighting, she prepares to join the march against the evil king.
Anything extra: I was hoping that she could become a dragon rider for one of the eggs once they hatch since I saw that it was developing that way in the plot. But only if you deem her fit too.
Password: Witch of Teirm
Other name(s): Renyr Ironwilled
Race: Human
Side: Varden
Birthplace:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Birthday: August 13
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: She has long, pin-straight, black hair that match her eyes.
Weight: 138
Height: 5'5"
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): She feels most comfortable wielding her sword. She has not the speed of an elf, so she must resort to her strength and cunning rather than a bow or axe, and she has always grown up being trained in swordsmanship.
Her sword was handed down to her by her father before her family was separated. It was made of iron fortified by magic, that was light enough for her to handle in battle despite its size. The handle was of sturdy oak, also fortified with a magic that keeps it from splintering or breaking, engraved with a crescent moon, her family's crest. The name given was Zatara.
Appearance: The first obvious attribute is that she is of shorter stature, being only 5'5". She had long black hair that sweeps behind
her as she walks. She has a slender body type, but well hidden are the muscles she developed aiding her father on their small farm and sparring with her slightly older twin. At first appearance, her eyes are a plain brown, but at closer inspection, they give a glimpse into her fierce personality. But to look even farther, one would see her longing and despair to find her family and to fight those who had killed and enslaved so many of her friends. She has a sharp jaw line, and a set of small, pink lips that hide a full set of teeth.
Hidden by tunics and dresses with long sleeves, her right arm is covered in blotches of scars from a burn, acquired when she returned to her village after it was pillaged by the Empire's soldiers.
Likes: She likes writing, riding horses, sparring (as she used to often with her brother), the Varden, learning of the dragons and riders of old, and though she has yet to see one, she has always been entranced and awed by the dragons.
Dislikes: The Empire, for separating her family and destroying her home, cowards, Raz'ac/Lethrblaka.
Strengths: Tolerance, mental and physical toughness, loyalty.
Weakness: She is impatient, short tempered, and ignorant because of her age.
Family:
Father - Jimorda
Mother - Lloriana
Twin brother - Zaynith
All have found refuge in Teirm after their home was attacked, but Graciela is unaware of their whereabouts.
Not-So-Brief History: Born in the late summer, in the city of Belatona, her parents were surprised and blessed with twins, a son and a daughter. They knew a city crawling with the Empire's soldiers was no place to raise their children so only a few weeks after her birth, in the dark of night, her parents fled to a village outside Feinster, near the mountains, hoping they would someday be able to reach the city of Eoam on the secluded island of Beirland.
But soon enough, her parents found their small village charming, and as years passed it seemed that their new home was well hidden enough that none of Galbatorix's soldiers would soon discover them. Throughout her years, her father taught her and her brother of the art of the sword, how to defend themselves, how to ride and of the ancient dragons and Riders.
Her mother, taught them of which plants in the wild, could be used for healing and eating, and which deemed poisonous and deadly to humans.
She often filled her days riding along the fields near their home or close to the mountains that overlooked their cluster of houses. She felt it was the closest she could get to flying, a sensation she could only dream of knowing of how rare it would be for a dragon to ever hatch for her and once more for her to even encounter one was a stretch. Still she never ceased to dream of the large, magnificent creatures.
One day, at only 15 years, as she was riding near the southern most portion of the Spine, in horror she saw black smoke rising from the homes where she had grown up. Knowing it was too dangerous, she remained hidden in the mountains where too few found the courage to venture, in despair as she watched the destruction of her home.
She waited till it seemed everything was still before she dared to return, and she wept when she saw there was nothing left. Walking through the ashes of her home she saw no trace of anyone or anything. In disbelief, she was stricken. She could not move, even at the creaking of the wood above her, she was still. She was alone.
All at once, everything came crashing down that still stood, she turned to flee, but a pillar that supported the second story of her house collapsed, pinning her right arm underneath its still smoldering weight. Fortunately after some time she was finally able to push the beam off her arm, but not before leaving it with a burn that nearly destroyed her arm.
So she fled, as riding as fast as she could by day and resting at night, she traveled along the northern border of Surda, sustaining herself on plants her mother had showed her were safe to eat.
Exhausted to the point of fainting, and at a state of malnutrition, she was found and cared for by a number of Varden's scouts east of Petrovoya. Bringing her back to the Varden's camp, she swore fealty to their cause, hoping that she could be use to them and that someday she could ask for help to find her lost family.
As two years passed, she grew stronger and wiser as she was taught of the fall of the Riders, more of Galbatorix's evil and his doings among the realm, and how dragon eggs were found. Excited that she might finally to join the fighting, she prepares to join the march against the evil king.
Anything extra: I was hoping that she could become a dragon rider for one of the eggs once they hatch since I saw that it was developing that way in the plot. But only if you deem her fit too.
Password: Witch of Teirm
