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[Cloquet]

((applying for a Varden egg))
((I edited the history a bit to make it flow better.))

Full Name: Aldric Elsterson

Other name(s): N/A

Race: Human

Side: Varden

Birthplace: Dras-Leona

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Birthday: October 19th

Eyes: Dark green

Hair: Light brown, he lets it grow out quite a bit because he's lazy and it's not extremely curly so it often gets in his face.

Weight: 164 lbs.

Height: 5'8''

Magic User: Yes (but he doesn't know it yet)

Preferred Weapon(s): The only thing he's ever fought with was... His fists! Of course that was until he recently joined the Varden. They issued him a standard sword and shield. It's a bit awkward for him and he did actually prefer to fight bare handed, though he knows that's suicide in a proper battle.

Appearance: His skin is slightly tanned because of the time he's spent on the docks and on the water, which also made him a little more muscular since he was working so hard for a good portion of his life. His face/presence isn't hard or menacing, though, he looks almost whimsical, which fits his personality.

Personality:
[Impatient] He can't seem to find time to stop. Things need to keep happening, and he doesn't like it when nothing is happening. He can't sit still, literally, he has to stand up if he's been sitting down for more then ten minutes. When it seems like he's not making progress then he can get quite frustrated.

[willingness] He is willing to fight, he's had more then a few scraps. He is willing to go on ahead even when it seems risky or hopeless. He is also willing to push past his fears, thought he may need a little motivation depending on his mood.

[approachable] Despite his temper he is approachable, he loves talking with people, well people that he agrees with that is. He wouldn't enjoy talking to someone like Galbatorix for example. He usually tries his best to get along with his allies though.

[observant] He is very watchful, usually taking small occurrences into consideration until he can fully understand them. This helps him in battle as well, if something is off kilter he can often adjust as needed and guess how his opponent will react. This has been very useful with wielding a sword and shield.

[scared] Although he has caused and participated in his fair share of fights, he is actually scared of large scale battles. Battles where he has a good chance to die or be seriously injured. He is scared of being overwhelmed and beaten down or stabbed. This is more of a subconscious fear though, and he'd never admit that he's scared.

As an added note on his personality, he doesn't like moping around about his past or something bad that happens, he finds it to depressing. So instead he looks towards the future, believing that he can make things better for himself by pressing on.

Likes: The ocean, sunny days, the smell of rain, he likes creatures that fly because he simply enjoys the thought of flying, good stories, dogs, and talking with people.

Dislikes: Cats, people who think they know everything or think they know best for him, being alone, and fog which mostly came from his time on the docks and on ships.

Strengths: Adaptable, gets things done, works well with others, is good in a fight, of course that depends on the other person as well, but generally he is good at calculating his opponent.

Weakness: Arrogant as a result of his impatience, rebellious in nature, impatient as stated above, can be unfocused at times, and he is inexperienced with a sword

Family: A younger brother named Harrock, his current location is unknown to Aldric seeing as how he was adopted off a long time ago. Read the history for more info.


Not-So-Brief History:

He was born in the dreary city of Dras-Leona. As a child he adored the Empire, his father was a soldier sworn to fight for Galbatorix. Aldric always imagined that he would one day fight in the army as well, against the Varden. As a child he was also very hypre, and adventurous, often exploring further into the city and even beyond that. He did get into trouble with his parents of course, but he managed to keep his rebellious spirit and would often drag his little brother and friends along for the ride. They all were fond of the empire like Aldric and they would often play soldier together.

As he got older his mother became terribly ill, his father became increasingly weary of the situation, and always seemed to be upset about something. Aldric was scared, though he could never imagine anything would happen to his parents. He would assure his younger brother that their mother would get better with time. His mother managed through her sickness, though she was left very weak and rarely ever left the house after that. Even though his mother was safe for the moment everything changed when he learned that his father had died in battle.

At the young age of seven Aldric, his brother Harrock, and his mother Kirsten set off for Feinster. His mother was very weak and she decided it would be best if they moved to the port city, which was the last place her father was living at. She explained to him that it would be better if their grandfather could help take care of them. Even at Aldric's young age he could tell that she was different. She had barely managed to fight off a disease and then the loss of their father. That point of his life was his lowest, he only felt fear and sorrow, every other emotion was hollow. The journey to Feinster was agonizing, they had brought a pack mule with them to carry a few belongings, but as they continued his mother had to support herself on the mule while she walked.

It was late at night when they finally saw the lights of Feinster glittering in the distance. He was barely awake when they walked up to the gate, his little brother was sitting on the mule and he was walking, more like stumbling actually, by the side of it. The relief of ending the journey was short lived though, Aldric's mother fainted once they were outside her father's house. It didn't matter though as it turned out his grandfather had moved to Aroughs.

Everything happened very fast after that; he was in a daze from the journey. Healers took his mother away after people had found them, then the soldiers took him and his brother to a building with other children in it. At first he was upset, he had no idea why he had been taken away from his mother and continuously asked the caretakers. They tried their best to explain it softly to him, but there was no hiding that his mother had died of illness and that he was going to stay in the orphanage until he was adopted by a new family. It felt like a nightmare and it didn't start to sink in until the next morning.

He wasn't sure what to think of it, he had trouble keeping himself encouraged, let alone encourage his brother and tell him that it would all work out for the better. Unlike normal he didn't feel like rebelling and running away, there was nothing out in the world for him. So he did decide to stay in Feinster, but he often snuck out of the orphanage and would roam the city. His favorite place to be were the docks, the thought of sailing out into the expanse of blue appealed to him.

He grew older, his younger brother was adopted away, though Aldric fought the caretakers and the new family for his brother. Of course there wasn't much he could do since he was so small. Every time he made a friend they would be adopted away eventually. For a while it seemed that everyone was leaving, except him. He felt bad, as if everyone thought he wasn't good enough for them. He stayed in the orphanage until he was completely sure that he would never be adopted off. When he came to terms with that he stopped hanging around the orphanage so much, and actually managed to get a job at the docks.

The men at the docks had fiery tempers, and he got into more then his fair share of fights. More then often he was beaten senseless, though every time he lost he would adjust his fighting style based on the person and the mistakes he made last time. Soon he was very able in a fist fight. He learned fast on the docks, and he worked like he had never worked before. It hardened him, not just physically, but mentally as well.

On the docks he made friends with an old story teller named Jeran. He told Aldric many tales of old, most of which were of the dragon riders. Aldric was fascinated by their description, and was surprised when he was told of their fall and that Galbatorix had betrayed them. It felt like he had been slapped in the face, he hadn't ever learned the history of Aleagasia before and to know of the evils that the emperor had committed was shocking. There was no way he could ever look at an Empire soldier in hatred, but he could easily imagine himself fighting against Galbatorix. He was fifteen when he decided to seek out the Varden. From the information he gathered at the docks it sounded like they had moved to Surda so he stocked up food and set out on a journey to find the elusive rebellion.

His journey was long and tiresome, although he never seemed to have any trouble with groups of Empire soldiers. After a long while he reached the Surdan city of Dauth, he was met by a group of city guards. It took some doing but eventually they let him join the Varden, and they searched his mind, which was one of the oddest experiences he's ever experienced. Because of his age and inexperience they gave him the duty of courier between the Varden camp and the cities in Surda. He spent the rest of his time doing that, never fighting in any of the battles like he had hoped. Though with the Varden's numbers beginning to dwindle that may change very soon.

Dragon Bio

Name: Mink

Physical description: She is a dark red, sort of a maroon color. Although her scales slowly fade into white on her under belly, being completely white on the very center of her chest, stomach, under neck, ect. Her horns, spikes, claws are coal black, though her fangs are a dazzling white. Her eyes are bright orange and yellow, like the sparks of a fire. She has a lean build, her tail is long and her neck is a bit shorter then other dragons. Her narrow head almost resembles a mink, hence her name.

Personality:

[kind] She is very kind, maybe to kind for her own good. She'll often sympathize with anyone and everyone, and would never suspect anyone she or Aldirc knows to be their enemy. That's probably why it's even more heart breaking for her when some one betrays her or her rider.

[shy] She rarely talks with anyone else, not out of snobbery but simply because she wouldn't know what to say so she's scared of embarrassing herself. As a result she doesn't like hanging in big crowds or cities.

[courageous] During battle though she is very brave, braver even then Aldric. She feels an overwhelming sense of duty to the Varden and will stop at nothing to see Galbatorix fall. Even when things seem dire she will continue to motivate and fight.

[patient] Unlike her rider, she has a very high amount patience. She finds that it comes naturally, although it is suspect that she has to have a high patience, living with Aldric and all. She is also not very quick to anger, which is odd for a dragon, it takes quite a bit, but when she is mad she will explode with rage.

[perfectionist] She often struggles with seeing things on a bigger picture. Little strategic moves look like they're pointless until she really starts to think about why they're doing them and how they'll affect the other army. She also feels the need to do things until they are completely done, like raiding a city, there's no half way done. This is also true for little things like she she eats she tries to get as much meat off of a carcass, or eat just the right amount. It can be very aggravating for Aldric at times.

Strengths: Brave, patient, merciful, and a fast learner.

Weaknesses: Trouble with talking to others, although she usually lets Aldric take care that for her. Perfectionist, overly sympathetic at times, and it can take her a while to recover from defeat.

Was their egg stolen or given to the character by the Varden/Empire or found in the wild?: A Varden eggy.

Password: Witch of Terim

can't believe I almost forgot that

Roleplay sample: ((you might have already read my posts in the battle, but I'll just put this up as a precaution. this is just one of the posts I've already put up in the battle |D))

Aldric flinched a little when the blade was thrust at his face and his heart picked up another two beats. Cicymyst didn't trust him, which was made clear when he spoke again. That was probably a smart thing, he and Cicymyst were not to different, although it was obvious that Cicymyst had had much more training then himself. I could let him probe my mind like how the Varden did when I joined. The thought made him shiver, but it was the only way to get him to trust Aldric. Before he could suggest it though Cicymyst seemed to be a step ahead of him.

The shock of an alien mind entered his consciousness, forcing it's way through to his mind. It felt like a pressure was on his head, and he felt his knees shake a little from the sudden attack. He had heard that when that happened you were suppose to concentrate on one thing, but instead he let Cicymyst into his mind. Again he felt that terrible sensation of someone prying at his thoughts and learning every aspect of him. He felt that his privacy had been violated in a way.

Everything around him slowly refocused in his vision and he felt Cicymyst slowly begin to leave his mind. He knew that Cicymyst hadn't wanted to hurt him, only to see if he was a spy or not. At least now Cicymyst could vouche for him when he said he wasn't a rebel spy. The whole experience left him with a bad taste in his mouth and he remembered why he didn't like magic so much.

He spat on the ground then looked back over to the group. Amanes seemed to be calm about all of what had just happened, probably just her nature to be peaceful. He nodded his head towards her and mumbled, "Well met, Amanes..." His voice was weaker then he had anticipated. He tried regaining some of his prowess and tilted his head back slightly as he spoke, "I found the Varden on a nice day like this actually, I had set out from Feinster, the town of my childhood, and came upon Dauth. They reacted violently, but I managed to get myself into the Varden by letting them search my mind." He couldn't help but shiver slightly at the now fresh memory. He didn't feel the need to explain how he had worked at the docks for most of his life, nor did he want to tell about the orphanage, or how he had a brother and loads of friends, but he had no idea where they were, if they were fighting with the Empire, or if they were even still alive. He put a smile on in spite of it, such things did not need to be dwelled upon. Life will go on for him.

He glanced back quickly, wondering if it would be better for him to join in the battle once more.

[Ozig]

I would like an egg for the Empire Please

Full Name: Yossov

Other name(s): Sky Fire, Flying Sun, Orange Death, Lord of Narda, Fireheart

Race: Human

Side: Empire

Birthplace: Uru'Baen

Age: 19

Gender: Male


Birthday:June 6

Eyes: Very dark brown almost black

Hair: Red/Orange

Weight: 175

Height: 6'1

Magic User: Yes

Preferred Weapon(s): Yossov wields two gladius-like brightsteel s shortswords with spherical pommels flecked generously with orange gems and the handles wrapped in gold foil, both having previously belonged to his mentor, Empire High general Rahm. He has a dagger fastened to his chest peice, one to his leg, one to his belt, and one to his right bracer. He also has plate steel gauntlets with spikes at the knuckles that he finds himself using quite a bit.

Appearance: Yossov has very pale, almost gray skin. His hair is always cut short and he is always sporting a distinguished mustache and goatee combination. He has moderate muscle tone from a few years of martial training so he is athletic but is leaning towards the skinny side. He has a chiseled jawbone and cheekbones, and a small, broad nose. In battle, he wears a suit of black dragon scale and plate steel armor. This one of a kind suit was ordered to be made by Galbatorix to commemorate his great nephew's ridership. Galbatorix used magic to make stronger scales grow in under Shruikan's original scales, causing the original scales to fall out. His chest plate, shoulder pieces, mail underlay, leg chaps, and boots all consist of dragon scales. Yossov's helmet is a full plate steel helmet with a full face mask and visor and a dorsal fin piece. Laid into the dorsal piece is a 'mohawk' of some of shruikan's neck spikes. The armor helps with dragon riding because the scales at his legs rubbing on scales or saddles don't cause chafing. He also wears an orange or red cloak over his armor. when not in battle, he wears the finest, most elegant of nobles clothing, usually a red, black, orange, or brown color.

Likes: The empire, galbatorix, power, money, possessions, His lordship over narda., using magic to control his surroundings, and swordplay, and history, and his dragon.

Dislikes: the varden, liberalism, elves, dwarves, turncoats.

Strengths: Very powerful fighter both with swordplay and with magic. Holds no remorse or compassion in combat. He is also a very talented master of the air, him and his dragon can perform outstanding maneuvers. He Is very good at intimidating opponents through psychological warfare. He is also a natural born leader and is very intelligent.

Weakness: He is too arrogant and cruel for such a young age. The power he has been instilled with has blinded him, and he has visions of one day ruling the world when Galbatorix dies. His power-hungriness and arrogance will most likely lead him to a dire situation in the future if he keeps it up.

Family: Galbatorix, 2x Great Uncle

Voxin- Uncle

both Parents deceased, unkown.

Not-So-Brief History:

When one is the great, great nephew of the most powerful man on the planet, one is bound to lead a different life than others. Galbatorix had one brother, who had a few sons, and one of those sons sired Yossov and then died in battle shortly after. The mother, consumed with grief, killed herself in front of Yossov's infant eyes. After this traumatic early event, the infantile Yossao was sent to live with his Uncle Voxin, only living nephew of Galbatorix, at Uru'Baen. Yossov was never fond of the disciplinarian Voxin, but he had always admired Galbatorix. Even though they were famiy and lived in the same city, Yossov only saw Galbatorix a twice in his childhood life. Once in passing when Voxin, a senior general of Galbatorix was giving him a report in the courtyard of his Castle, and a second time at Voxin's lordship ceremony when Voxin became Lord of Narda. At that point, Yossov was sixteen and elected not to travel to Narda with his uncle. He stayed in Uru'Baen, remaining under the tutelage of Rahm, an imperial high general who had known his father and who had been like a father to him. Rahm knew that Galbatorix's blood, however indirect, ran through Yossov's veins, and he saw immediatley that the young man had an incredible knack for swordplay and accumulating knowlege about past battles and military strategy. The boy also had a lot of anger within him. Anger because he had no parents, anger because he was a Noble and a social outcast, spending his life in the Uru'Baen castle, and angry because he could not vent his newfound skill and power with a sword on anything but a wooden dummy.

The high general went to Galbatorix and informed the King of his great nephew's outstanding ability, and requested that he be incorporated into imperial officer training as soon as possible. Galbatorix pretended to be dismissive of Rahm, but in reality he was intrigued. He had forgotten he even had any living relatives, but to hear that his great nephew was already becoming an officer at such a young age struck his interest, and he began to observe Yossov's training sessions from afar. Galbatorix enjoyed their similarity in fighting style. He periodically had Rahm give him progress reports on Yossov. During one such progress report, Rahm also mentioned that some eggs had been discovered and were on their way back to Uru'Baen, and Galbatorix started to get ideas...

Yossov's entire life changedone day on his eighteenth birthday. He went out to a tavern in Uru'Baen to celebrate with Rahm, for the next morning he would begin officer training and within five months he would be at the front. When the two left the bar, Rahm had too much to drink. Both were in civillian clothes, and it was raining heavily late at night. Yossov was assisting Rahm up the street when they were jumped by three armed men. Rahm tried to put up a fight but in his drunken stupor he ran into one of their blades and was killed almost instantly. Yossov burst into a rage and brutally murdered two of the men. The third dropped his weapon and fled. Yossov ran him down easily. The man begged heavily for his life, but he put the man up against a wall and slit his throat slowly, laughing and cursing in the thug's face as he died. The first three lives he would ever take, and they werent even in battle. After the third man fell, Yossov heard the clapping of hands in between the clapping of thunder. From the shadows emerged galbatorix, his face illuminated by the flashes of lighting.

"Come with me." said the King.

Yossov was in shock. eighteen years and thats all he had to say? Did he set up Rahm's murder? What did he want? For a while Yossov remained still, and then he realized that apart from his estranged uncle in Narda, Galbatorix was the only family he had left. He followed the dark figure to his castle, where a whole new chapter to his life was opened.

He was still in shock from Rahm's death only minutes before. Galbatorix was no longer present, but one of his aides led Yossov down a long hallway to a private room illuminated by lanternlight. On a table sat an orange egg. Through his studies Yossov knew this to be a dragon egg through his studies. He was even further in shock, almost unable to move. He stared at the egg for a long while before approaching it. As he neared he felt something in his mind, almost to be inspecting it. That feeling transformed into a warm, welcoming feeling. He touched the egg with the tip of his pointer finger, and as if his finger was the strongest of diamond hammers, the egg cracked, and the dragon hatched for him. The moment the dragon let out its first utters of life, Galbatorix was in the room. He put his hand on Yossov's shoulder and said

"So be it."

After that, everything went by like a blur. Swearing an oath to Galbatorix, Yossov's funeral, raising his dragon,rigorous training under Galbatorix's swordmasters, personal mages, and even Galbatorix himself, Spending time with his dragon, sending his dragon to train with Shruikan, before He knew it, his dragon was big enough to ride.

His first mission was..heavy to say the least. Galbatorix was finding Voxin incompetent as lord of Narda. He decided to test Yossov in a sort of cruel assignment in which he ordered Yossov to enter Narda and kill his uncle and his guardsmen. Yossov accepted, flew to Narda with his dragon and performed the task flawlessly. As a reward, Glabatorix made Yossov Lord of Narda, a title that he would not be able to fully excersise until the war was over, as he would be on the front commanding the Empire's legions. A trained dragon rider, imperial commander, and Lord of Narda at age 19, Yossov was on top of the world.

Dragon Bio
Name: Ulvumir
Age: 1
Physical description:Well, I couldnt find a good picture so its time to do this the old fashioned way....

Ulvumir is an Orange, almost fire colored male dragon. For his age he is very large, implying that he will be a massive dragon in later life. He has large fangs that hang down past his top lip, and a curved spike protruding from his nose. His eyes are yellow and calm looking. He has a large head and a rounded nose. His tail has sharp spikes going all the way to the tip, and at the tip the spikes stick out on all sides, making for a fine offensive weapon.

Where they hatched: Hatched in Uru'Baen naturally for Yossov under the empire's custody
Personality: Ulvumir is much like Yossov. He has a fine lust for power and appreciates it as well, which is why he hatched for his rider in the first place. He bears loyalty to his rider, Galbatorix, and Shruikan only, and cares not for the conflicts of the world, but he will participate them if it further advances He and his Rider in power and prestige. Battle comes naturally to Ulvumir. He is not the wisest of dragons, but he still holds strong common sense and keeps his rider in check.

Strengths: Flying maneuvers, dragon-to-dragon combat, and fire breathing.

Weaknesses: Magic use, is not kind to anyone but Ulvumir, is sometimes too overprotective, resulting in un needed deaths.

password: witch of terim

[bookgrubz]

Hi! I want to be a student. I didn't know about the signing up for dragon eggs until after I created my character. Sorry! I didn't mean to. Can I still sign up for a dragon egg, though?

[Rhaxta]

Yes, just post your character application here. Be quick though, they're being selected tomorrow.

Guys this is your chance to have a quick look over. Make sure you have a good history, well written, make sure the PASSWORD is there. I will make a board with a list of those that got the eggs so far. Anyone not accepted; there may be more chances later on :]

[Kathena]

Thank you for the update, Rhaxta!

[Rhaxta]

You're welcome. Sorry it took me so long to get round to this guys. I kind of got abandoned by the remaining staff - except for one. She let me know she was leaving at least. x]

[renyriroden]

Thank you!

[Kathena]

Thanks again, and I'm sorry the rest of the staff abandoned you. I hope some of them come back.

[bookgrubz]

Rider
Applying for an Empire egg

Full Name: Astra Fallborn

Other name(s): none

Race: 1/2 elf 1/2 human, although she usually considers herself more elf than human.

Side: Empire

Birthplace: Ellesmera

Age: 102

Gender: female

Birthday: June 21

Eyes: Aqua blue.

Hair: Astra's hair is a light copper color, and she always keeps it in a long braid down her back.

Weight: 83lb.

Height: 5ft. 6in.

Magic User: Astra is a magic user, and is very skilled in the art.

Preferred Weapon(s): Naina, or to make bright in the ancient language. Naina is an elf made sword, with a long, thin blade the color of rust, and a black hilt. Naina was made by Astra herself, although Nainina's black sheath was made by Rhunon.

Appearance: Astra is much like any other elf, with pointed ears and delicate features. Although she is like an elf, she has many human like features too. One is that she has freckles, which not very many elves have. Another is that her hair is brown, and not black or white like elves have. She always keeps her hair braided down her back.

Likes: Astra loves singing plants into odd sculptures and shapes. She usually uses grass, and ends up making anything from a butterfly to what looks like just a large clump of grass. She also loves making fairths of the land when it is at its most beautiful, such as when there is a full moon out, or when the sun is setting. Even more than both of those, she loves solving riddles.

Dislikes: Astra dislikes the daytime. She prefers to be awake at night, but because most people are awake during the day, she is too. She thinks the sun is too bright, and often mutters to herself about it, but she tries to hide it when others are around. However, it is not easily ignored, because she gets crabby and snaps at people. She also seems to always be tired because of her desire to stay up at night.

Strengths: Astra is very quick and flexible, in both her body and mind. She can adapt to situations quickly, and she thinks her way out of situations quickly. She is also very advanced in magic.

Weakness: Astra has an odd condition she has had ever since she can remember. At random times, her vision goes blurry. Sometimes, it even goes black. Another weakness she has is that she is not as strong as most elves. Quite a few humans are stronger than her too.

Family: Astra had a human rider for a dad, and a common elf for a mom. Both died when the riders fell.


Not-So-Brief History: Astra's parents had both died when the riders fell, which was in the same year she was born. She had been raised by Invidia, an elf magician, and she had taught her many pieces of advanced magic. Invidia had also taught her the human, urgal, and dwarf languages over the years, because Astra was hoping to become a translator for visitors to Ellesmera.
Not too long ago, however, Invidia had gone to Surda to protect the new rider, Eragon Shadeslayer. Astra had been lonely without her adoptive mother/mentor, but soon Queen Islanzandi gave the announcement that the elves could come with her and help the Varden. Astra had jumped at the chance to meet up again with Invidia and hopefully see the new rider for her-self, but then she started questioning if she really wanted to help the Varden.
Halfway there, Astra had been captured by empire soldiers. They had taken her to Urubaen, where the king himself had seen to her. He talked to her for a bit, and she realized that the Varden were the problem, not the empire. The Varden had started the war, and she saw Galbatorix's point of view. She had refused to swearing oaths to him, but still agreed to help him. Astra had stayed in the castle, and avoided going outside, because people always assumed she was a Varden because she was part elf. She had no trouble staying inside the castle, and actually quite enjoyed it.
At the beginning of the second week in Urubaen, she had walked outside to get some fresh air, when she saw a bunch of people huddled together. She had stepped into the midst of the crowd, ignoring the stares she got from several people, and finally got to see what was causing all the ruckus.
It surprised her so much, she almost fell over.
There were dragon eggs on a table, and some of Galbatorix's highest ranked soldiers and generals were guarding them. People would take turns touching one of the eggs, and walking away disappointed when nothing happened.
They were choosing riders.
She grew uneasy as some of the soldiers started whispering to each other, and pointing at her. Then one of the generals, one she had seen in her wanderings of the castle, told the rest something that made them appear very relieved. She knew the general had just told the rest that she was not a part of the Varden.
"Here, elf, you want a try?" one of them asked her. She shrugged, and stepped up to the eggs.
She lightly touched a finger to a small black one.
Nothing happened.
She had turned around to try with the other eggs when a thin crack line appeared on the black egg.
People cheered.
For over a minute she watched the egg as more and more cracks appeared on it. Finally, after what felt more like an hour than a minute, the egg split open and a small black dragon came tumbling out.
He was beautiful.
And he was staring right at her. She then knew her life was going to change forever.


Dragon Bio

Name: Fricai, or friend, in the ancient language.

Physical description: Frianci is a small dragon, with dark blue scales that seem more black than blue. He has small fangs and claws, and they are sharp and deadly. His eyes are a shade lighter than his scales, and they always have a curious look in them.

Personality: Fricai, in most ways, is like a young version of Glaedr. He thinks things through before doing something, he stays calm most of the time, and he is overly cautious. However, he is not nearly as experienced as Glaedr, and his decisions are often wrong. He depends on Astra for most decisions, as a result.

Strengths: Friaci, due to his size, is very quick and agile. Even though in close dragon to dragon combat he can be overpowered easily, he can usually dodge many of other dragon's attacks and retaliate with a few quick swipes of his own. He is also underestimated because of his size, and thought to be younger than he really is.

Weaknesses: Fricai grows at a slower rate than most dragons. As a result, he is smaller than most of them. He is also not as strong as most dragons, and is easily overpowered in close dragon to dragon combat. Finally, he does not function very good without Astra, because he depends on her for most decision making.

Was their egg stolen or given to the character by the Varden/Empire or found in the wild?: His egg was given to Astra by the Varden. The egg had been stolen from the empire, though. (It doesn't really matter if it was found in the wild, or given to her by the empire, or anything like that. I don't really care about that part)

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RP example


Astra paced back and forth outside her tent, impatient. This was the battle she was going to reveal she was a spy for the Empire, and she just wanted the battle to start. The sooner the battle started, the sooner she could reveal herself and be free of the burden of laying low.
It is going to be OK. Now stop your pacing, it is getting annoyingFriaci told her.
Astra did not stop her pacing.


PASSWORD-witch of Terim

[martinj1996]

so no more eggity eggs dangity dang

[Rhaxta]

There are Empire eggs still available.

[martinj1996]

yes nows my chance

[Aydenn & Da'Rehl]

I have a few quick questions before I begin posting anything else:

First of all, is it possible for new members to roleplay Dragon Riders? I know I'm not really experienced with the whole Eragon RP thing [heck, I'm still on the first book] but I'm extremely willing to learn as I go along, and any tips/suggestions would be appreciated.

My second question; can eggs come from any source other than the wild, Empire or Varden? An example being that I have this one character in mind who got his egg from his parents, who kept it locked in a chest as a family heirloom, since no one would buy the 'strange stone'.

Third and final question; names. Can they vary depending on your particular tastes, or should they sound similar to other names commonly heard in the actual book series? And with dragons, 'Thorn' and 'Saphira' sound relatively basic, but is it possible to have something that sounds more fantasized and outlandish?

Please answer as soon as you can! ^^ [This should probably go on the Support and Suggestions forum, but since it's directly related to Dragon Rider characters, I felt that I should post it here instead...]

[Asher Avindel]

As you can read from the title of this thread, yes, Riders are allowed.

For the source thing, you'd have to ask Rhax. But you'd still have to pick one of the three factions to join. Also, I think we're out of eggs right now.

Names can vary. Just, don't pick something that's copyrighted. No Fizban or Gandalf or Dumblebore. If you do pick one of those, I'll beat you black and blue with my mod-fish.(I'm a new mod, so I don't get a Banhammer.)

[Rhaxta]

Hi Aydenn; I am okay with the family heirloom way of aquiring the egg- which faction was your character going to be involved with? Empire, Varden or Neutral? Names as Asher said can be anything you like - just don't take well-known ones (such as Dumbledore and such). We have room for one more- really. As so many of the people that aquired eggs before have dissapeared. Write an application and PM it to me if you want to apply

[Aydenn & Da'Rehl]

Alright, thanks for answering. For a faction I was going to go with Empire, since it's been mentioned that it's rather lacking on the Rider side of things, and that my character grew up with a semi-wealthy family that supports the King. I'll put his joining form up as soon as I can!

[Emiryal ♕]

Awesome sauce Aydenn!

The empire is way fun. I have an Empire Rider. If/when you get yours we should RP together. ^^

[Aydenn & Da'Rehl]

I would like to apply for a dragon egg, please! It could be considered 'wild' since Aydenn did not receive it from the Empire or Varden.

Empire Rider

Full Name: Aydenn Wirannor

Other name(s): Adenn, Addy

Race: Human

Side: Empire

Birthplace: Narda

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Birthday: June 3rd

Eyes: Muted brown

Hair: Short, dirty blonde

Weight: 147 lbs.

Height: 5'6"

Magic User: Yes, if accepted as a Rider Trainee

Preferred Weapon(s): His pair of long daggers well-suited for close combat, with serrated edges and talon shaped ends on the hilts.

Appearance: Lean and somewhat well-muscled, but more built for speed than powerful combat. Lacking prominent features, he is a relatively easy face to forget, and usually has his well-kept hair brushed back to leave his eyes uncovered.

Likes: Fair battles, exploring

Dislikes: Being kept down in one place

Strengths: Used to a life away from home, he has a nicely developed common sense

Weakness: He is occasionally scatter brained, and is incredibly obstinate of his own ideas

Family: He grew up with a mother and father; Eydis and Gunnar of the Wirannor family


Not-So-Brief History: Aydenn grew up in the isolated city of Narda, where his elderly parents had settled in to live with their only, adopted son. They would tell him ancient stories and tales of their own past experiences when they had once traversed the land of Alagaesia as nomads. His favorite story was the one of how they had found him, burnt and wounded on the roadside near the Spine, and how they had struggled to find his old home and family to no avail. It was mystifying to think of how his real parents could be anyone from anywhere, but these thoughts soon came to pass as idle fantasies. Eydis and Gunnar would always be his true family in his heart, as they had come to raise him into the man he was.

With all the money his parents had collected as Traders, they still began to struggle as time crept by. Worrying for their well-being, Aydenn took up temporary jobs as an assistant around Narda, even though he was still a young boy and unfit for laborious work at the time. Oblivious to Eydis's complaints and Gunnar's concerns, he would push himself every day to work harder, earn more money, and buy the supplies they needed to survive. The strain quickly caught up with him, and he became drastically ill, stuck in bed for weeks at a time. At the time his family could easily afford food and blankets, but treatment for his condition was out of the question. Two years of his life was spent in recovery; some of which he would leave home and continue working, too stubborn to stop even if it meant risking his life.

By the time he was 14 and well enough to stand on his own without collapsing, he had thinned out considerably and lost all the bulk he had gained through his work. 'Retiring' from the jobs, he instead came up with the idea of catching his own food, mostly by fishing with a crude stick and some string he had bought. His parents still worried for him, off in the Spine alone, but were still proud when he would return with meat and fish, and even a little stronger, wiser and faster than he had been before he left. They never truly lost or gained money, and were very well off due to his efforts.

One early morning, when Aydenn was in town selling the extra, freshly caught meat he had, he ran into a small group of merchants selling the last of their items, a thin crowd of women gathered around them and haggling for the price of a beautiful jeweled necklace. Uninterested, he turned away to one lonesome Trader, who carried only a small box in his frail hands, his face shrouded by a torn hood. Crouching down to see it more clearly, Aydenn asked about what was in there, and was given a reply of 'Give me your meat young man, and I will show you.' Curious, he handed over his pack in return for the box, and carefully opened the plain wooden lid.

Inside the box was a velvety purple cushion, with two crossed daggers laying in the middle. Their hilts were curled and sharp as talons at the ends, bent like crescent moons. The blades themselves were ramrod straight, serrated and shining brightly in the sun's light. Entranced, Aydenn reached out a tentative finger, gently stroking the daggers. They were far more stunning than the silly necklace everyone was rushing to buy before anyone else did. Realizing someone might be watching him now, he snapped the box shut and was about to ask the Trader if he could have them, when he noticed that he was sitting there alone on the ground. Embarrassed, he rose and whirled around, returning home with the box cradled against his chest.

The following three years proved uneventful, and life continued on as usual, but Aydenn was growing restless. He needed to see more of the world; the Spine just wouldn't satisfy his hunger for adventure that had been planted in him when he took his first step outside of Narda. Noticing this, his parents confronted him about it after he returned from one hunt, smiling grimly. Together they explained that while they were so old, they could take care of themselves. They didn't want to be a burden to their only son, and wanted him to go out into the world and seek his own desires, without worrying about his old folks. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Aydenn knew this day would have come sooner or later, and within that week was prepared to leave his loving home for good, his pack filled with supplies and the daggers strapped to his belt.

Before he could step out of the house and begin his adventure though, Gunnar stopped him, holding a large tan colored stone. It looked as smooth as a child's new skin, with thin, darker web-like lines rippling across the surface. Knowing Aydenn would be confused, Gunnar explained how it was a family heirloom, passed down from his father's father and kept as a mysterious treasure. He himself wasn't sure what it was or where it was from, just that they had never been able to find someone to sell it to, and had felt compelled to keep it in the family. Even if Aydenn was not related to them by blood, he was still a member of the family, and the only one left for the stone to be passed on to.

Taking it gratefully, although inwardly thinking what a burden a heavy rock would be to him on his expedition, Aydenn made plans to sell the stone off the first chance he got once he left Narda. Soon arriving in Teirm after nearly two weeks, he proceeded to the nearest shop in attempts to sell off the rock, but was hastily kicked out for trying to sell 'illegal, mysterious objects'. Undeterred, he passed through every single shop in town, each time with a similar answer. Fleeing the city before things could become violent, Aydenn took refuge in the Spine, still weighed down by the stone he kept in the crook of his arm.

Pausing a moment to catch his breath, Aydenn's angry thoughts turned against the stone itself for causing all of his misfortune. 'You keep me weighed down, both physically and emotionally! I shouldn't have to think of my parents every time I look at you!' He screamed, glaring savagely at the inanimate object, as if it could understand and react to his words and feelings. Throwing it against the side of a tree, a thin crack appeared on its surface, but he paid it no mind and stormed a few paces away. Sitting roughly on the ground, muttering curses under his breath, hating the fact that he couldn't sell the d**n thing for something that was actually useful.

Behind him, several pings and cracks rang out, and as he turned he just caught the sight of the rock bursting apart. An odd, winged creature came tumbling out, tan in color with ivory claws and fangs. Stub-like horns were placed on the top of his triangular head, darker than the rest of its body and matching the miniature barbs lining its spine. Staring, Aydenn couldn't believe his eyes... This creature looked exactly like the description of those legendary beings he had heard of in old stories. What were they called? Dragons? Standing up, he warily approached it, bending down to touch its forehead. It blinked up at him with glowing golden eyes unflinchingly, splayed belly-down on the ground, flicking its tail in inquisitively. As their skin connected, Aydenn was blinded by a flash of white light, ice shooting up his left arm, zapping his veins with a freezing energy and sending him staggering back. The world spun around him, his eyesight shifting sporadically with various colors of light, fading to black in a single instant as he lost consciousness.

A faint tingling broke the silence, a faint blob of light shining down on him. Ignoring the feeling, he lapsed back into numbness, letting his body float in the emptiness, when a sharp pain dug into him. Jolting awake, regular thoughts and feelings crashing down on him all at once like a giant tidal wave, he took a huge gulping breath and tried to calm his rapidly breathing heart. It took many minutes before he was able to look around and register the forest as the Spine, and longer still for him to remember his name, past and the fact that a dragon was curled up on his chest, licking the oval shaped marking on his hand.

He didn't know it at the time, but this experience was just the beginning of his true journey, where he left to join Galbatorix with his new dragon on his family's behalf, protecting their beliefs and sending money and supplies whenever he could. Aydenn never truly agreed with the King's ways or what he did, but he would do anything for his family, even if it meant bypassing his own sense of duty just to protect them.

Dragon Bio

Name: Da'Rehl

Physical Description: Powerful and well-built, Da'Rehl has tan colored scales with a light sheen. His head is triangular shaped, with darker, twisted horns jutting out from the top of his skull, matching the long spikes that line his back. His wings are wide and leathery, lined with feathers that give him silent flight. The end of his serpentine tail is spaded and sharp as a blade.

Personality: Outgoing and playful, Da'Rehl tends to act like a child, and can be seen bickering with his Rider often. They share a brother-like bond and enjoy roughhousing, though he has to hold back so as not to hurt Aydenn.

Strengths: With his feathered wings he has been gifted with silent flight, and the end of his tail can easily serve as a weapon.

Weaknesses: Like his Rider, Da'Rehl is very stubborn and dislikes being told what to do by anyone other than Aydenn, and can become extremely angry and short-tempered when his Rider is not around.

Was their egg stolen or given to the character by the Varden/Empire or found in the wild?: As an egg Da'Rehl was discovered by Aydenn's adoptive grandfather, and passed down through the generations into Aydenn's hands as a family heirloom for him to keep on his travels.

[Ash & Jackle]

Hey, if you get it, congrats. I recently got one of the last eggs! Good luck!

~~ Ash

~~ ROAR!!!(Iormungr)

[Rhaxta]

Awesome application, Aydenn. Lovely character and a nice detailed and well written history. Accepted