Darenthor Krymson and Exaltaria
Jan 5, 2013 1:58:39 GMT -5
Post by bl4ckj3t on Jan 5, 2013 1:58:39 GMT -5
Full name: Darenthor Krymson
Other name: Daren, Eldrvarya Skölir
Race: Elf
Side: Varden
Birthplace: Osilon
Age: 128 years
Gender: Male
Birthday: October 16th
Eyes: Blue and red (Heterochromia)
Hair: Blonde, very short and messy because he is always working.
Weight: 81kg
Height: 1,82m
Magic User: Yes, very good at healing and crowd control spells, but has almost no practice with the attack ones.
Preferred Weapon(s): Orúm (serpent), a straight saber, which was forged by Rhunön in the old days of the Riders. Its name was Bjartdraumr (bright dream). The blade's scabbard is all white, which Darenthor himself made and protected against dirt. The steel is a "dark" shade of white, single-edged, with a handle length available for one hand, said to be like a serpent when wielded by Darenthor, hence its new name.
Hjartaskul (heart scale), a shield made by Darenthor himself, named by his allies who saw how effective it was in his hands, used to protect everyone he can along with him, so they named the shield "Heart Scale" as the scale which stands on a dragon's chest, that must be strong enough to protect the heart which is most important, and a large area around it. The shield was made with brightsteel he found on his own within Du Weldenvarden deepest parts. It has protection enchantments to protect it from being broken or destroyed, and even with its great weight, Darenthor can wield it easily. The shield is grey like normal steel, and on the top of it is located a small diamond, with an emergency supply of energy.
Appearance: Has a bulky body, result of years helping his father in blacksmithing and of his own work later on. His face is not very "delicate" and gracious as much as the other elves for the same reason. Usually wearing part of his armor, as he is used to heat and the weight does not bother him.
Personality: He takes any fight, battle or war as something wrong, but agrees that it must be chosen if there is no other option. Incredibly loyal to his friends and always seeking to protect them, it could also make him fall for a trap. He values life maybe even more than a normal elf, but if someone harms his friends, he will show him/her no mercy. His simple life and non agreement towards violence made him a kind and helpful person, which also stimulated him to learn healing and "support" magic. Likes parties very much and gets quickly on the mood when in one. Sometimes he acts instinctively, which cause him to get into minor trouble.
Likes: Nature, peace, his friends, parties, his dragon Exaltaria, forging.
Dislikes: Offensive magic, fights, the Empire, Rhunön.
Strengths: Excellent blacksmith, incredible physical strength and resistance, expert at support magic.
Weakness: Bad at offense spells, too loyal, act without thinking sometimes.
Family: Krym (father/alive), Rezallya (mother/alive).
History: Darenthor's parents were a normal couple. His father, Krym, was a blacksmith in Osilon, and his mother, Rezallya, was a healer after battles, using highly skilled healing magic on the wounded. They met when Krym's brother, a warrior, was assisted by her and so they fell in love and married in some years. Darenthor was born from this union, raised with his mother peace and life-valorizing ideals, and helping his father on his blacksmith shop. Because Osilon is near the west mountains, where most minerals and forge materials were found, and also because of the elves constant missions and battles against Galbatorix, the shop was always busy, and many years of helping his father resulted in a bulky and strong body, with great physical strength and resistance. Also, his mother taught him her healing spells which he knew could save a friend in some emergency. However, any available time of rest was used to go out with his friends and he was always sorry to miss any party whatsoever.
After long years helping his father, he decided to move to Ellésmera and open his own blacksmith shop, and so, after farewell with his parents and friends, he left Osilon. Upon arriving on Ellésmera, he heard about the forging master, Rhunön, and decided to meet her. Darenthor was astonished by her mood and temperament, and she also didn't show much friendship to him, and seemed to not care about his also being a blacksmith, so he left her house with the thought of becoming as great as her, but he would also never be as grumpy as she was. After some years of work and research he improved his skill as much as he could, becoming also a notable blacksmith among the elves.
After a long night of party, he decide to take a walk in Du Weldenvarden to clear his mind, but he was still so affected by the beverage that he did not realize he entered the depths of the forest, a part which even most of the elves did not explore. At sudden, one step made him fall into a hole, which forced by his weight, opened even more enough for his whole body to sink on the ground. And then, darkness. When he woke up, the drinking effects were already gone, and he found himself to be inside what seemed to be an underground cave. He walked his way a for some minutes using a spell to light his way, when he saw a glow of light coming out of somewhere deeper in the cave. When he reached it, there was a clearing which was surrounded by trees, having the cave as its only entrance. He realized that the light he had seen and followed was not from the sky, and it wasn't morning yet, but from a big rock on the center of the clearing, which had a space around it filled by earth, as if nothing was able to grow on it. Analyzing the rock better, Darenthor discovered it not to be of any kind known, and then he remembered the rumors he had heard about Rhunön using something similar to star fragments, which she called brightsteel, upon making Rider swords. So he took part of the rock with him and decided to investigate it further. The elf made his way out and after climbing on a tree to see a way back to Ellésmera. And so he returned.
When he arrived at the elven city, he took the rock straight to his house, where he extracted all the brightsteel he could. He took a small amount of it and practiced using it in the forge everyday. He tried making swords like the ones Rhunön made to the Riders, but his were nowhere near perfection as hers. He, however, tried to make other things, such as armor pieces and other weapons, which worked quite well.
His life changed again when there was a call to test the eggs available for new Riders, which happened frequently, but Darenthor never participated on the selection process before, he never think a dragon would chose him, a humble blacksmith, so to say. However, this time a friend made a bet with him a round of drinks that he wouldn't participate, so for the bet, he presented himself in line of the eggs to touch them. When it was his turn he was nervous, nervous because he was near the legendary dragon eggs? Nervous because was about to touch one of them? Nervous because he knew there was always a small possibility whatsoever? Maybe all of them. He simply did as all the other "candidates", and put his palm on each of the egg shells. They were beautiful, their polished and shining surfaces made it seem almost a crime to put his hand on them. He finally reached the final egg which was strangely all white, making Derathorn barely putting his hand, big and full of calluses from his work. He took it away quickly after a few seconds, thanked the egg keepers for the opportunity, and began to move away, half in relief, and incredibly, half in disappointment. Then a cracking noise, and a gasp from the watching crowd, and he slowly turned around. The white egg was hatching.
Darenthor watched dumbfounded along with everyone else while the egg was hatching, with countless thoughts wandering in his mind, but none making his body move an inch from where he stood. When the small dragon head showed up from the shell, one of the egg keepers gestured at him to approach it, and he could do nothing but obey. He felt an urge to touch the dragon, as white as the egg it came from, and when he did, pain raced across his arm to his whole body and he withstood at place knowing what was happening. The elf looked astonished at his hand. There was a Gedwei Ignasia shining on it, and then the watching crowd exploded in cheering and clapping. He had a dragon. He was a dragon Rider.
Deranthor was told to take care of the dragon at his home, and that a better place to stay would be provided to him, but he refused the offer. He went straight home after the hatching, carrying the dragon among his big arms. It explored its new home energetically, and after being fed with some meat provided by the elves, it curled near the forge, comfortable near the heat and slept heavily. The days passed and now Darenthor was being taught swordsmanship and deepening his magic skills with the best teachers available. He refused to learn offensive commands, which were used to kill or great harm at someone because of his mother's ideals he was raised with, so he focused his lessons on crowd-control spells and improving even more the ones used for healing. The dragon was also showing great growth, and the new Rider was told that his dragon would be larger than the others at its age, and time came when the it began to communicate with his telepathically, so Deranthor had to choose a name. He also had been told that the dragon was a female, and she agreed upon one name her Rider offered her: Exaltaria (pronunciation: Ex-alTAria).
In his training, Deranthor was advised to use a greatsword, a sword and shield or maybe a blunt weapon, because of his bulkiness, and so he opted for the sword and shield. His battle strategy was focused on defense and to strike upon an opportunity, which was contributed to his physical resistance, making him able to defend well and for a long period of time if needed, his physical strength which made the few attacks he gave have great power, and it also made it easy for him to carry and wield the shield, even with a full battle plate armor. When he became a somewhat expert at it, Exaltaria was big and still growing, having flying and fighting lessons with an older dragon, and she showed better skills at ground-combat then air-combat. Also, she could already breath fire. After some time, Darenthor was called to choose one of the Rider swords kept by the elves, should it be good and adequate to him. He picked Bjartdraumr, a saber which he later named Orúm, and he used all of the brighsteel he had taken and even more from the rock to forge a shield, with name Hjartaskul. He fights against the Empire, trying to battle for peace so that all of Alagaésia can rest, and gained the title Eldrvarya Skölir (Burning Shield) as a reference to his forging and defensive battle skills.
Extra - Dragon Bio:
Name: Exaltaria
Age: 1 year
Physical Description: Exaltaria is very big compared to the other dragon of her age, she has a skin as white as the moon and her sharing her Rider's violence disapproval, makes her look always calm and wise. If, however, any of the people she holds dear, specially Darenthor, is threatened, her looks are ferocious.
Where They Hatched: Ellésmera, one the eggs belonging to the Varden.
Personality: She has a very mature mind which often helps Darenthor on his next decision, and acts as a conscience whenever he is about to act instinctively or punishment when he already did it. She is very patient and calm, hiding under these a rather big curiosity of the world and its mysteries. She also approves her Rider non violence ideals even though being a dragon, but can easily put those at side in a battle or when a friend is harmed, a characteristic she shares with Darenthor. Also, Exaltaria acts very protective to her Rider.
I know a Rider's history is supposed to be detailed and everything, but his life was all bt simple until he became a Rider.
Password: Witch of Teirm.
I am going to be updating the plotline and such soon so will implement that then..
