Rider ((Finished Please look))
Sept 10, 2012 11:43:34 GMT -5
Post by dragonfire on Sept 10, 2012 11:43:34 GMT -5
Full Name: Rafael Torresson
Other name: N/A
Race: Grey Folk and Human
Side: Neutral
Birthplace: Ilirea (Uru Baen)
Age: 250 years old
Gender: Male
Birthday: October 11
Eyes: Blueish grey
Hair: Brown
Weight: 135 pounds
Height: 6 feet and 4 inches
Magic User: Yes, he can use magic because of his grey folk blood and his riders bond
Preferred Weapon(s): Claymore sword with the rider design and a silver gem in the hilt (total length is 55 inches): eight Franciscae (Throwing axes): Twin katanas that are shorter than average (total length being 27 inches)
Appearance:
Personality: (Weak willed? Strong hearted? Charismatic? Loner? How do they react with others?) Rafael is a man of very optimistic views. He never really believes that things are terribly wrong and cannot be fixed. Yet he is also reserved and not very trusting.
Likes: Open air and blue skies : Forest trails (Mostly the Spine, sometimes other forested areas) : Horseback riding : Sparring : Hunting
Dislikes: Empire "scum" : King Galbatorix : Shruikan : Any civilians who are friendly toward tyrants : Archers
Strengths: Horseback riding : Sword fighting : Throwing axes : Magic with the Ancient Language : Writing : Singing : Carving
Weakness: Other Dragons : Fighting dragons : Archery : Running extreme distances : Cloaking spells (changing form, invisibility) : Talking about his past
Family: Unknown (He was raised by the riders when he was born because his parents were killed by a renegade dragon.)
History: (a couple of paragraphs at least - more for elves/dragon riders etc)
Rafael was born in Ilirea when the riders were starting to grow weaker and more pompous. His first few years were spent watching other riders train and fight while he was learning how to write and read. His time was spent learning the Ancient Language and the finesse of using magic while also training in the remgar. This was his normal day of life while he was younger. And as a child being raised by the riders, Rafael was always around dragon eggs and young dragons. When he was twelve years old, almost too old for the riders to believe he was a destined rider, a small silver egg hatched while he was holding it in his hands. The few people who were around him suddenly gasped in shock.
Rafael was then rushed into training with his dragon and learning the ways of riding a dragon. With the time he was spending doing that, Rafael was also sent to the elven homeland to have his sword made for him. The claymore was soon created and given to him, yet the elves insisted that he name the sword at that exact moment. So Rafael looked at his sword and thought of his life. The sword was gleaming in his hand when suddenly he found a name. The sword was simply named Arget, for the color of his blade and Threnn.
Rafael was just beginning to enter into the world of a true rider, when Galbatorix swept through and demanded a new dragon. Instead of getting a new dragon, the riders told him that he was supposed to protect the one he had. So Galbatorix corrupted Shruiken and slaughtered the riders and their dragons. Rafael was one of the last waves of riders to face the Forsworn, yet he lost his friend and then Threnn was shot in the wing. Threnn had spiraled down into the earth and was stabbed through the heart while he laid there waiting to be healed. Rafael fled into the Spine and mourned for his dragon. Yet he had kept the eldunari that had been given to him. Since it had been Morzan who had killed Threnn, Rafael swore revenge on his life. Yet Brom had got to Morzan first.
Rafael then stayed in the Spine for years, waiting to learn of a way to regain his power and help the riders live again. As he stayed a hermit, the Empire rose up and Ilirea was destroyed and turned into Uru'baen. So finally, Rafael decided to try and help the new citizens. For if he didn't, there would be no freedom again. Rafael heard of Oromis and Glaedr dying. He also heard of Brom dying. Now he felt as if he was truly the only old rider alive.
((This is the riders bond being formed))
Rafael was standing in the hall of the eggs when he heard someone shout in excitement. The shout had belonged to a young girl who had found out that a dragon had just hatched for her. The hatchling was a small sea green dragon with little to talk about. Suddenly they touched and the girl was branded with the mark of the riders. Rafael felt a deep sadness that he always felt when he saw a rider find their dragon hatchling. He had been in the city from his birth and hadn't found a dragon hatchling for himself. So the twelve year old boy rose and walked over to a silver egg. He picked it up and sat down in the hollow where it had been.
Rafael sat there and drew his fingers around the veins of the egg. With his breath held, he prayed to the sky for the egg to hatch so that he had a dragon to call his own. Suddenly the egg started rocking back and forth with growing vigor. The sound of squeaks could be heard all around the room. Then the egg shattered and there was a small male dragon sitting in Rafael's lap. So, of course, Rafael immediately touched the dragon. But nothing happened. No shining light, no gedwey ignasia. His heart sank and he looked at the dragon.
Then the dragon squeaked and flapped its wings. With its mind made up, the dragon rose onto its hind legs and touched Rafael again. This time a searing pain shot into Rafael's hand and rose into his forearm. The lights of the hall flickered and dimmed while he was trying to hold back tears of pain. Then Rafael couldn't stand it, he opened his mouth and a shout of pain echoed throughout the hall. Rafael accepted the inevitable and passed into the shadows that were creeping toward him.
When the boy awoke, he had several riders surrounding him with the dragon sitting on his chest. Yet that made no sense. The bond had failed, so why did the dragon remain with him and why did his arm and hand burn so badly. Two riders gasped when he reached over and tore the sleeve off of his arm so that he could see why he was in pain. The entire right palm was branded with a gedwey ignasia, except his didn't stop. The mark rose from his hand and wrapped around the wrist. Two bands of the mark wrapped around and went around his entire forearm. The mark wasn't just a normal symbol. No, Rafael had a mark that held the color of dimming lights and pale silver flames inside it. The mark was also glowing like it was alive and it seemed to writhe across his skin so that it made it look like he had a living mark on his arm and palm. Rafael gasped as he realized that he was now a rider and had the mar to prove it.
Anything extra: (Here is where you would put the dragon character sheet if you are applying to be a rider.)
His Dragon died in the war with the Forsworn...the eldunari is a stone about two feet in diameter with a perfect sphere shape. It is silver with speckled black in the middle of the stone. Name of the dragon is Threnn.
Password: Witch of Teirm
Other name: N/A
Race: Grey Folk and Human
Side: Neutral
Birthplace: Ilirea (Uru Baen)
Age: 250 years old
Gender: Male
Birthday: October 11
Eyes: Blueish grey
Hair: Brown
Weight: 135 pounds
Height: 6 feet and 4 inches
Magic User: Yes, he can use magic because of his grey folk blood and his riders bond
Preferred Weapon(s): Claymore sword with the rider design and a silver gem in the hilt (total length is 55 inches): eight Franciscae (Throwing axes): Twin katanas that are shorter than average (total length being 27 inches)
Appearance:
Personality: (Weak willed? Strong hearted? Charismatic? Loner? How do they react with others?) Rafael is a man of very optimistic views. He never really believes that things are terribly wrong and cannot be fixed. Yet he is also reserved and not very trusting.
Likes: Open air and blue skies : Forest trails (Mostly the Spine, sometimes other forested areas) : Horseback riding : Sparring : Hunting
Dislikes: Empire "scum" : King Galbatorix : Shruikan : Any civilians who are friendly toward tyrants : Archers
Strengths: Horseback riding : Sword fighting : Throwing axes : Magic with the Ancient Language : Writing : Singing : Carving
Weakness: Other Dragons : Fighting dragons : Archery : Running extreme distances : Cloaking spells (changing form, invisibility) : Talking about his past
Family: Unknown (He was raised by the riders when he was born because his parents were killed by a renegade dragon.)
History: (a couple of paragraphs at least - more for elves/dragon riders etc)
Rafael was born in Ilirea when the riders were starting to grow weaker and more pompous. His first few years were spent watching other riders train and fight while he was learning how to write and read. His time was spent learning the Ancient Language and the finesse of using magic while also training in the remgar. This was his normal day of life while he was younger. And as a child being raised by the riders, Rafael was always around dragon eggs and young dragons. When he was twelve years old, almost too old for the riders to believe he was a destined rider, a small silver egg hatched while he was holding it in his hands. The few people who were around him suddenly gasped in shock.
Rafael was then rushed into training with his dragon and learning the ways of riding a dragon. With the time he was spending doing that, Rafael was also sent to the elven homeland to have his sword made for him. The claymore was soon created and given to him, yet the elves insisted that he name the sword at that exact moment. So Rafael looked at his sword and thought of his life. The sword was gleaming in his hand when suddenly he found a name. The sword was simply named Arget, for the color of his blade and Threnn.
Rafael was just beginning to enter into the world of a true rider, when Galbatorix swept through and demanded a new dragon. Instead of getting a new dragon, the riders told him that he was supposed to protect the one he had. So Galbatorix corrupted Shruiken and slaughtered the riders and their dragons. Rafael was one of the last waves of riders to face the Forsworn, yet he lost his friend and then Threnn was shot in the wing. Threnn had spiraled down into the earth and was stabbed through the heart while he laid there waiting to be healed. Rafael fled into the Spine and mourned for his dragon. Yet he had kept the eldunari that had been given to him. Since it had been Morzan who had killed Threnn, Rafael swore revenge on his life. Yet Brom had got to Morzan first.
Rafael then stayed in the Spine for years, waiting to learn of a way to regain his power and help the riders live again. As he stayed a hermit, the Empire rose up and Ilirea was destroyed and turned into Uru'baen. So finally, Rafael decided to try and help the new citizens. For if he didn't, there would be no freedom again. Rafael heard of Oromis and Glaedr dying. He also heard of Brom dying. Now he felt as if he was truly the only old rider alive.
((This is the riders bond being formed))
Rafael was standing in the hall of the eggs when he heard someone shout in excitement. The shout had belonged to a young girl who had found out that a dragon had just hatched for her. The hatchling was a small sea green dragon with little to talk about. Suddenly they touched and the girl was branded with the mark of the riders. Rafael felt a deep sadness that he always felt when he saw a rider find their dragon hatchling. He had been in the city from his birth and hadn't found a dragon hatchling for himself. So the twelve year old boy rose and walked over to a silver egg. He picked it up and sat down in the hollow where it had been.
Rafael sat there and drew his fingers around the veins of the egg. With his breath held, he prayed to the sky for the egg to hatch so that he had a dragon to call his own. Suddenly the egg started rocking back and forth with growing vigor. The sound of squeaks could be heard all around the room. Then the egg shattered and there was a small male dragon sitting in Rafael's lap. So, of course, Rafael immediately touched the dragon. But nothing happened. No shining light, no gedwey ignasia. His heart sank and he looked at the dragon.
Then the dragon squeaked and flapped its wings. With its mind made up, the dragon rose onto its hind legs and touched Rafael again. This time a searing pain shot into Rafael's hand and rose into his forearm. The lights of the hall flickered and dimmed while he was trying to hold back tears of pain. Then Rafael couldn't stand it, he opened his mouth and a shout of pain echoed throughout the hall. Rafael accepted the inevitable and passed into the shadows that were creeping toward him.
When the boy awoke, he had several riders surrounding him with the dragon sitting on his chest. Yet that made no sense. The bond had failed, so why did the dragon remain with him and why did his arm and hand burn so badly. Two riders gasped when he reached over and tore the sleeve off of his arm so that he could see why he was in pain. The entire right palm was branded with a gedwey ignasia, except his didn't stop. The mark rose from his hand and wrapped around the wrist. Two bands of the mark wrapped around and went around his entire forearm. The mark wasn't just a normal symbol. No, Rafael had a mark that held the color of dimming lights and pale silver flames inside it. The mark was also glowing like it was alive and it seemed to writhe across his skin so that it made it look like he had a living mark on his arm and palm. Rafael gasped as he realized that he was now a rider and had the mar to prove it.
Anything extra: (Here is where you would put the dragon character sheet if you are applying to be a rider.)
His Dragon died in the war with the Forsworn...the eldunari is a stone about two feet in diameter with a perfect sphere shape. It is silver with speckled black in the middle of the stone. Name of the dragon is Threnn.
Password: Witch of Teirm
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