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[Ash & Jackle]

YES! MORE EMPIRE RIDERS!!! YAY!!!

((SORRY ABOUT CAPS! I M EXCITED! NEW EMPIRE RIDERS! TAKE THAT VARDEN! ))

[Kathena]

Don't talk badly about the Varden!

[chan2000]

Rider

Full Name: Will Marvensson

Other names: Will, Zhang, boy, coward (by a certain small dragon and Rider), Master of bows. Names if this is accepted: Rider, Argetlam, Shur'tugal

Race: Human
Side: Neutral (he is still deciding, but he will choose)
Birthplace: In the Spine, between Therinsford and Carvahall
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Birthday: 7984 AC
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Weight: 140 lbs
Height: 68 inches
Magic User: Knows a little, and stinks at most of it.

Preferred Weapons: Longbow with a quiver of three dozen arrows, longsword, throwing knife, and a large knife.

Appearance: Average build with not-to-prominent cheekbones and somewhere between medium and long legs.

Likes: Dragons (saw Saphira in the Spine once), hunting, swordsmanship, Catalina (girl from Carvahall).

Dislikes: Wolves, the Empire, the Empire's way of dealing with problems.

Strengths: Great archer, Sneaky, Decent swordsman, Brave, Smart
Weaknesses: Proud, Does anything for family and close friends, Won't sacrifice his dragon for anything, even the greater good.

Family: Marven (father), Guanita (grandmother), Primrose (mother), Anastasia (sister), Jack (brother), Doonsh (grandfather).

Not-so-brief History: Raised in the Spine with his brother and sister, Will became an excellent archer, while Jack taught him swordsmanship and Anastasia taught him to be sneaky, which he ended up using against her. His father cared for him as much as his mother and told him that everybody, including Will, had a destiny, whether great or small, and this gave Will his adventurous spirit. His grandmother and grandfather told him the stories of the Dragon Riders, and Will then had his heart set on meeting one. As Will grew older, he decided to start going out on his own. He visited Carvahall and Therinsford frequently, meeting several people, including Catalina, whom he was quite fond of, and Eragon, a poor farmboy he befriended once.. Eventually, he left his family and started to go farther and farther down the range of the Spine and had small adventures to numerous to count.

Extra: Deathly afraid of mini horses.

Dragon Bio

Name: Triton

Physical description: Triton has teal scales and teal eyes. He is strong and lean, like most dragons, and has very long and sharp claws. His tail has a doubled amount of spikes on it to make it a deadly weapon, deadlier than a regular tail. When, Triton was a hatchling, he strangely had bits of fuzzy fur between his scales. It was quite odd for him. Triton's wings are regular-sized wings, but they are more durable than most.

Personality: Triton's personality is bold and courageous, with deadly amounts of pride. He also is a hoarder because he likes the shine or value of jewelry or the gems themselves! This leads him to being a thief and raiding craft shops, blacksmith shops, armories, jewelry stores, nobles, and secret caves. Triton will do this repeatedly if Will doesn't keep him in check. He also cares about Will, his Rider, and most partnered dragons do care about their Riders. Nothing special about that last part.

Strengths: Strong, witty, tactical, vigilant, brave.

Weaknesses: Too proud, a hoarder, thief, doesn't know the difference between free gems or food and a trap.

Found in an abandoned house in Belatona. A Varden spy carried it there at the cost of his life.

[Rhaxta]

Sorry; there aren't any eggs free right now...there is going to be a little gap for a bit. Might be some free spaces soon-ish though.

[Aelodil]

I would like to apply for an Egg.

Name: Vlaer (Named after THE Head Dragon Rider please don't critisize me for it)

Other Names:Argetlam, Shurtugal, Shadeslayer.

Race:Elf

Side:Varden

Birthplace:Ellesmera

Age:552

Gender:Male

Birthday:February 11th

Eyes:Pale Blue

Hair:Silvery white

Weight:153

Height:5'8

Magic User:Excelled

Preferred Weapon(s):Vlaer prefer to use a longbow that had been sung by his adopted father as a present 445 years ago. With the longbow, he has an enchanted quiver that enchants all his arrows with fire. Although he prefers the longbow, he also has a sword that is of equal expertise of the Dragon Rider's Sword he had named Oblivion.

Personality: Vlaer is quick to hate and is long to forget old wrongings. However on the other side, he has a loving side that is quick to love and slow to hate, his temper is very short or he is very patient. It depends on whom he is with. Like other Elves he loves nature and is very reluctant to allow any animals or trees or plants to die.

Likes:Nature, meditating at the top of a tree, swimming, reaching out with his mind to talk, and loves to practice his archery.

Dislikes:Evil and unfairness, harsh judgements, self-centered people.

Weakness:Doesn't always listen to orders due to preferrence to work alone.

Family:
Mother:Unknown
Father:Unknown
Vlaer was brought in and raised by Lord Fiolr

Not-So-Brief History:
Vlaer was born 450 years before the Fall, and at the age of 14 began to practice his archery with the bow sung by his adopted father Lord Fiolr. Finally at the age of 17 he had far surpassed any archer in Ellesmera and so began to enchant his arrows before firing them, every arrow had an enchantment that would make it fly back to him at his command. He soon discovered as he was sparring with one of his teachers that up-close, he would be devastated and so asked Rhunon to make him a sword as great as one made for a Rider. As she asked and asked, she then said "Come in five days at noon." Glad, Vlaer continued to practice archery, come five days at noon he went to Rhunon, he looked at the splendid sword. It was thin, however enchanted by Rhunon and was as black as oblivion. Before he went he informed Rhunon he had named it Oblivion. Satisfied, Rhunon sent him to one of the best swordsmen in all of Ellesmera and trained him for years till he was better than any swordsman in Ellesmera. After many years, when Vlaer was 112 years old (still young for an Elf) he was meditating at the top of a tree reaching out with his mind and imitating the birds' songs when he chanced upon a huge black stone. He walked up to it and cradled it in his arms. Grunting at it's weight he walked back to the two trees he used as shelter and placed it next to him and continued to meditate until some cracks kept sounding. Unable to bear it anymore he opened his eyes and what he saw astonished him; the stone was cracked to admit a dragon as black as Oblivion with pale blue eyes that coldly regarded him. Frightened, Vlaer slowly reached out with his mind. The dragon didn't seem to be annoyed by this, more like it seemed to be excited. The moment he touched it with his right palm, a moment before he blacked out of pain he thought I'm a rider.

Awakening around 5 minutes later Vlaer reached out with his mind and began to talk to the dragon. He offered name after name and each one the dragon discarded it. Finally he gave up till he remembered the greatest of dragons at the time and he asked What about Belgabad? The dragon seemed amused and a sense of approval emanated from him. Glad, Vlaer went to the Head Dragon Rider and asked him to take him up as his Apprentice. The Head Dragon Rider agreed and within the time of 440 years, Belgabad had grown into as big as hugest of castles. Falling asleep under Belgabad's wings Vlaer slept happily..for the last time in his life.

He woke at the sound of wings flapping. Taking in his surroundings he was surprised to see Belgabad had taken them to Ilirea wondering, he looked around till he saw the mad youth Galbatorix and thirteen other dragons and Rider with him. Enraged by the betrayal both Belgabad and Vlaer wished to destroy the youths, however they were old, old beyond measure and so baring the city farewell, they left to go in a deep slumber until need arises, and have them take up the mantle of Rider and dragon.

Dragon Bio

Strengths:Loyal and will never give up a friend/mate/partner. Fast and strong.

Weakness:Sometimes allows anger to cloud his judgement and end up destroying the team.

Was it found by the Varden from the Empire or was it a wild Dragon?
Found by Vlaer when he was imitating the voices of birds

History:Belgabad was sired by a red Dragon and a purple Dragoness whose names were forgotten. The egg as it seemed, looked like the counter-part of the sun, for it was obsidian black with no exceptions.

The egg as it was, was first laid in the wild where it was hidden and protected by nature, untill one day Vlaer chanced upon it.

Role-play Sample:Looking around in fright, Belgabad looked for his partner-of-mind-and-body and was relieved when he felt his mind nearby. He was a feisty hunter, but was easily squashed. Awakening from their deep slumber. Belgabad and Vlaer went back to the forest and stayed there. When Belgabad grew hungry, he searched till he found a family of 20 deer. They wouldn't be much more than lunch for a dragon as large as Belgabad but they would have to do. With one mighty opening and closing of his huge jaw, they passed into the void and into his belly.

Thank you, I hope you take it into consideration ^^

[Ash & Jackle]

The history is nice, both Vrael's and Belgabad's. Lots of details about the fall... overall an interesting read, I like.(for once I don't need to ask questions to kick your brain into creative writing mode... bonus point) Accepted! contratz vrael.

[ᗩпїra]

Dragon Egg please <3



Anira
(Ah-neer-ah) {meaning 'Desired'}

Other name: Shur'tugal in the Ancient Language, or Argetlam meaning Silver Hand

Race: Elf

Side: Hasn't chosen/Newly assigned Rider

Birthplace: Du Weldenvarden, Ellesmara

Age: Quite young, only about 60-70. Considers herself older

Gender: Female

Birthday: December 31st

Eyes: Anira was often compared to have inherited the eyes of an ancient girl by the name of Elva. The elf never seemed concerned of the comparison though she never had the honor to meet the child herself. Ah, her eyes held a quite ferocity that most elves had. A knowing, or comprehension of the world that grew and sustained itself through their incredible magic and skill. At the day of her birth, her eyes took on a ghostly type of royal blue that hinted signs of fading to violet. Strangely enough, her eyes are now a strange silver lined with an ebony ring around the pupil. The depth of the obsidian further outlined her pupil and makes it stand out like an odd island in a sea of crystal constructed with precise care and time. It's said that they changed when she made first contact with her beloved Hérion. Lining her eyes are incredibly long eyelashes, matched with thin and inquisitive eyebrows to match. Her eyes also incredibly match those of a cat, slanted and always holding a certain secret.

Hair: Like most elves, her hair is a deep ebony that matches that of a raven's wing that goes down to the middle of her back. It contains no curls, only a straight path with the only disturbance being her ears projecting out from the sides of her head. Though like her eyes, it took on an almost purplish effect after her connection with Hérion was sustained followed by the icy effects of becoming a rider. The satin-like texture felt similar to velvet or silk, refraining around her angular chin and high cheek muscles.

Weight: Very thin and lithe, only about 100 pounds

Height: Quite tall, though slightly shorter than most at 5'9

Magic User: Yes, she learned quite a lot of magic usage from those around her and even visited Oromis on occasion before he died.

Preferred Weapon(s): Anira has an assortment of enchanted dangers within the fabric belt around her waist, though she prefers to be a master of the sword. Her own sword, Orchid, was constructed of the same material used to make rider's swords. Rhunon refused to tell what it was constructed of, but Anira could tell that the blacksmith was proud of her recent make. The blade was completely violet, almost the same color of an amethyst. Along the hilt, entwined velvet and gold threaded together to encase a gem that was filled with magical power from years of magic being flowed through it each day. It wasn't just a show of the magnificent beauty of the construction; it was a show of the consistency and speed of her adder-like attacks.



Appearance: Along with her flowing ebony hair and ivory optics, Anira was molded with a smooth angular face with a clean and sculpted nose matched along the rims of her high cheekbones. Natural tanned skid gave her a native sight, followed down her length of curves and smooth ridges. Her shoulders were square with a sense of authority, chin held high with an unknown determination about her, suspended through her arms and legs with lean muscles hidden underneath. Though Anira's hands seemed dainty and small, they were just the perfect fit for the hilt of her sword Orchid. Small feet were a peculiar match to the length of her legs, and one might even call her petite.

Personality: Anira had always been a slight loner among the elves, not being of noble birth or positioned in high power left her enough time to train and empower herself. It was her goal to make something of herself, to make others believe that she wasn't just a polite elf with a beautiful appearance like the rest. Learning was her standard point, throwing herself into studies, literature, artwork, and the history of Algaesia. She entrusted herself to learn pottery, basic craftsman ship and blacksmith, but her favorite had to be swordsmanship and magic. Oromis had been glad to teach or a short while until he mysteriously stopped agreeing to see her. Though it pained her to retreat back to her normal routine, Anira threw herself into the joy of sprinting, leaping, sweeping her sword about, dagger throwing, and being a formidable opponent on the practicing fields. During the night, she'd transfer energy into the gem at the pommel of Orchid after practicing different variations of magic for a short time. The training left her a noble stature: loyal, brave, determined, and more or less focused on tasks that are set before her. Love wasn't something she gave a second thought on, considering that there was always very few elven children around and about. If she was to ever take on the responsibility of a love, it couldn't interfere with any of her tasks, challenges, or missions. Ever since Hérion hatched for her, she hadn't thought of the idea any at all, feeling that he was the only she'd ever have a special connection with. Her regal bearing brought her to being polite, able to hold her tongue in tough situations, and a quick thinker and politician.

Likes: training, learning, magic, nature, Hérion (of course), the queen and her dearest friends, mysteries and riddles, reading literature or poetry, the Ancient language of her people, eating only herbs, fruit, vegetables, and spices

Dislikes: rude, evil, or spiteful beings, killers, betrayers, oath-breakers, certain humans with dumb and foul minds, meat, Ra'zac, discreet-like magicians

Strengths: knowledge of magic, swordsmanship, and other valuable qualities, her elven speed, strength, and endurance, her own dragon Hérion, ability to keep secrets, quick wits enabled to conjure up quick solutions, Anira's training of magic, special connection with nature that every elf strove to achieve, and her cool demeanor in the worst situations

Weakness: Her own pride and the mention of her past, the ones closest to her, Hérion himself, lack of proper Rider training, the ability of not giving in, the torture of animals and plants alike, torture with illusions which could break her easily, the uncommonness of elves and riders would make her valuable to being taken advantage of

Family: Zoë x Unknown {both deceased from the war with the Empire}

History: Anira was born on the last day of the year which was a sign of good fortune and opportunity. The celebration lasted for days thereafter, though it was short-lived with the rising attacks of Galbatorix and his troops drawing so near. There was talk of a new rider in the land, giving hope and slight irritation at the fact it might not be an elven rider. Her birth proved uneventful afterwards with her mother to watch over the tiny and warm bundle with the pointed ears seen through her warm wrap. Years seemed to flow by as easily as the Anora River.

Nearing the edge of her teen years which was immensely young, Anira started to visit Oromis and listen him tell tales and fantasies far beyond the land of Du Weldenvarden. Glaedr was always the most kind and gentle, so wise and a force to be reckoned with for his enormous size. The stories left her feeling young and magically, a yearning to explore the world slowly formed her personality into one of an elf. Oromis taught her a few forms of magic, meandering her upwards to larger properties of skills while her native language was easy to pronounce on her tongue. Those were the days to her; spending hours sitting along the log and spreading out her mind to all the wildlife and nature throughout the entire valley. The days seemed to end too soon when Oromis informed her that he could no longer teach her the ways of the old. To her disbelief and disdain, a dragon rider by the name of Eragon took her place which sent rivets of jealousy and slight hurt towards the fact that she couldn't participate herself. That is when she decided entirely on focusing on bettering herself in the studies of the wise by extending her abilities to the maximum.

The next decade was spent waking up each morning and running the length of the valley, dodging throughout the trees and pushing herself further and further on until she'd collapse from her own weight. Once she would do a quick spell to recover her breath, Anira went to her own tree stump that she had discovered and cast out her mind to the wildlife around her and anticipated, learned, focused, and yearned for some of their abilities of strength in numbers, formation, or true love strength for their families. The birds were the ones that interested her the most, taking care of their young with such intent care that couldn't match the skill of any mother in the land. Respect. Plain respect for nature itself. That is when she'd start to talk with them and explaining how her day was going and asking questions about certain problems and situations. Never answered, but she made up small responses that cast a warm glow in her heart.

Finally, the death of Oromis, her mother and father, and many more elves stretched across the land like a thousand suns. The grief had taken a large toll on everyone, including the ones that lost special family members. Anira couldn't help but feel a hint of jealousy against Eragon, since she felt as if she should be assisting to help the young man in his fight against Galbatorix, wishing that she was old enough to be assigned to the Que- the new Queen Ayra and her dragon Fírnen.

She spotted him! Anira silently watched from the shadows of the overcast pines. He was leaving the land, forever. That is when she finally felt that she cared for him. The silent envy had pricked a sign of care into her heart, and she refused to dash up and cast him farewell in front of his brother, Roran, and his wife. Anira knew that he was taking the Eldunari and the remaining dragon eggs, though he left three eggs with Queen Arya. A chance. A chance to finally meet and discover the newest elven riders. Though they weren't for the elves, but for the Urgals and dwarves. One thing was missing though, and little did Eragon and his companions know that one of the eggs had been dropped along the trip. Little did Anira know of it as well, but fate would soon bring the two together.

A strange, rushing sensation sparked the tips of her fingers and to the core of her heart as she gently touched the tip of the beautiful violet dragon hatchling that had scrambled into her lap with a comforting hum. That's when the transformation happened through Anira. The flowing ebony hair lightened into a similar wave of grape-like sensation while he eyes locked upon Hérions enchanting gaze. Never would she be the same.

Secret, upon secrets built up around her. Hérion had to be kept a secret for more reasons than one. What if Galbatorix or the Varden found out? Would she have to choose sides? The questions that raged through her mind overwhelmed her, and the only thing she concluded was to leaving Du Weldenvarden to raise Hérion till he was older. Packing up the rest of her little belongings, including her resourceful sword Orchid and her enchanted daggers that could slice through any material because of the diamond quality. The decision was made, and nothing was about to change her mind.

Hérion and Anira established and started to strengthen their bond along the journies down the Agaena River. She had decided that the Eldor lake would prove the safest (and the closest) place to raise Hérion for the time being. Oh, how she loved him! He was like her opposite. Open, hilarious, cocky, and as loving as ever. Opposites attracted between the two, especially with her self-mannered and quiet opposition. She was persistent that she could live forever without any strains or doubts with him by her side. A true bond of friendship, love, and companionship. Together the two of them started learning, sharing their experiences, and gaining experience along the banks of the Eldor. Though the two of them were both still young, their bond established quickly and soon they could remain contact for miles around though it unnerved the two to be away from each other for long. The two are still hidden, though no one can be for sure how long the secret may last.



Hérion
(Hair-ee-on) {meaning 'Chief'}

Age: About 8 months

Physical description: Deep-set violet scales rivet down and encompass most of his body, followed by lighter ivory striped along his neck, belly, wings, and part of the tail. Thick horns spring out from back of his head down the nape and onward to the hollow of his back where Anira seats herself comfortably. He uncommonly has thicker scales than most along his belly, a thick layer of scales flowing down from his chin to the tip of his tail which outspread to small scales. The wings are much like a bats, the thick carapace leathery and smooth to the touch.Thick hind legs allow him to take off at a quick pace, though his forearms are quite long. His lithe form and coloration resembled Anira in more ways than way, and it was easy for him to maneuver in even the most complicated flight patterns. As always, a dragon's claws and teeth are razor sharp and usual long. Hérion is off to a good start, though he's slightly smaller for ones his age.

Where they hatched: Found in the wild near the outskirts of Du Weldenvarden

Personality: Hérion was fun-loving and very carefree, and even quite funny at times. He always found a way to turn around a difficult situation with a measly joke that gave others a humorous determination. Opposite of Anira was what the two called it, though to two fit together like a key to a lock. Hérion was also very intelligent, loving the ability to learn with as much determination as Anira. The two would often have little matches against each other, testing the abilities of one or the other. Of course, Hérion was sure to grow too large to participate in most as he got older. The beautiful male understood and appreciates the standards Anira went to avoid him from getting harmed, though he was confident he could dethrone the king once her learned to breathe fire. He could feel it was close, he could feel the fire burning inside of him, and yet he could only feel the soft smolder of smoke puffing from his nostrils. He'd find his fire soon enough. Hérion cared of nothing more than Anira, loving her as constant companions and admiring each other for each skill. Anira rode him without saddle, which often left her bruised and bloodied, but she insisted with bravery and even yelled in encouragement when he performed difficult spirals and downward dives. Though he truly didn't understand how dangerous the world was at the time, no matter how much Anira explained to him each night after Hérion hunted for the two.

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Password: Witch of Teirm

Other: Did I miss anything? This took me forever to type up. Haha. I just finished reading the last book of the Eragon series and got completely addicted. Who am I to blame? The books are too amazing!

Wasn't sure if I was to post it in to apply to a Rider or just plain Characters... so, I did both. Haha. :]

[Aelodil]

Thanks Ash I was kind of worried that i might've left something out but...as it is it seems it's okay ^^ Thanks again Ash
(By the way, what do you mean you didn't have to ask questions to fire my brain up? It's always working on like this. I keep myself busy by imagining this whole stuff was real and making impossible scenarios etc )

[Ash & Jackle]

I mean some of the people that are one here I need to get more detail out of because some are very.... bland... for a 150+ elf...

also, to anira, accepted, it looks very good, another really creative one, again, don't have to ask some (what I think are) obvious questions to be able to accept it.

[Orion]

Empire Rider

Full Name
Orion Istalri

Other name

Vandr-fodhr (Ill-Marked, used by the Varden) or Blödhgarm (Blood-wolf, used by the Empire)

Race

Human

Side
Empire

Birthplace
Aroughs

Age
17[ /center]

Gender
Male

Birthday
June 23

Eyes

Orion's eyes before he became a rider were always bright, wide open, and full of curiosity. Being human, they weren't some unnatural color as humans saw it, they were a light brown. As he grew older, the look he gave people never changed, always happiness and little hate. The day he became a rider, well, lets just say what happened that day, as described in the history, changed his view on things. Now as other people saw him, he didn't have the look like that bright young 17 year old. Now he had a dark brown eyes that could be deceived as friendly, but your opinion on that quickly changed. Just by looking at his eyes, you knew something had changed about him.

Hair

There isn't much to say about Orion's hair. That hasn't changed much, but to describe it, you could say it was a dark shade of brown. Much like the color of wood, it was bordering on the edge of becoming black, but it wasn't quite there. Nowadays, most people see it as a black because of sweat, but when it is dry, it is the color of wood. His hair is also wavy and is no longer than his ear tips.

Weight
177 lbs

Height
6'1

Magic User
Yes, he has learned quite a lot in his period so far with the Empire.

Preferred Weapon

Within 2 months of joining the Empire, the empire had managed to make him his own Rider blade. It doesn't have any special powers like Eragon's. What it does have though, is that it is a true Rider sword and was called Rauthr or misery. Now it's appearance is quite startling, like his dragon, it is pure black and inscribed on the blade is the words Du Súndavar Freohr or death of the shadows. In the hilt is an onyx stone. The sword itself is a broadsword with the blade a little bit longer than his arm. Like Eragon's, it was crafted in a way that he can use one hand or two hands. His other preferred weapon is magic simply.

Appearance

Along with his dark brown hair and eyes, Ryan is caucasian and buff you could say. He was seen as handsome in Aroughs by many, though in the Empire, he hasn't seen too much luck. Anyways, he has several scars over his body, one from his elbow to mid-arm which curved inwards. To name a few more scars, there is one on his lower leg, on his calf, on the palm of his left hand, above his eye, and on his back. Like most Riders, he has the Gedwëy ignasia, and it is on his right hand, as he touched his dragon with it. He also may be buff, but he is lean and swift. As for his hands, over the months with the Empire, they have become rugged and often are dirty.

Likes
Kveykva, Empire, fighting, swords, armor, death, war, magic, scenery, flying, walking

Dislikes
Varden, those who disobey him, elves, Eragon, enemy dragons

Strengths
Fighting, out running others (though not elves), magic, strength itself, camouflage, the desire to win and never give up

Weakness
His families death, greed, his past, pride

Family
They all died the day he got Kveykva
Father: Aromir
Mother: Asyla
Brother: Domia

Not-So-Brief History

Orion was born on the 23 of July. He was the eldest of the two children in his immediate family. The celebration of his birth was definitely celebrated between his two parents. They had miscarried 4 times, and were going to give up if they miscarried again. So they saw his birth as a miracle, and within the next year Domia was born. Already Orion and Domia had formed a huge bond together, even in their younger years, they weren't ever the siblings that fought all the time. Of course, they had playful rivalries, wanting to beat each other at everything, etc. By the time Orion was 9 and Domia was 8, they had gone to school, as their family was wealthy enough, and they had learned how to read and write somewhat. When Orion turned 10, his father took him out of school and had him work at home, assisting him in carpentry. Domia did the same when he was of age.

Eventually Orion got bored when he was 14 and ventured out into the city. He traveled places and did mischief like all teenagers did. It was often that you saw him running down the street from vendors with food in his pockets, stuffing it in his mouth. He and Domia would have competitions on how much they could take. On one day in the summer, one of the guards of the Empire caught Orion. Now Orion could make friends with a lot of people at that age, so he and the guard quickly became friends, though the guard was much older than him. You would find them often chatting and making fun of people. Little did his parents know that he was being friendly with a guard from the Empire. Domia never met him, Orion kept their friendship as a secret, for he feared if word got out they were friends, they both could be killed, and Orion never found out his name.

The guard taught Orion many things about fighting and skills. He helped Orion get into shape, his parents just assumed he was working out on his own. One day, the guard offered to take Orion out of the city on a trip, Orion told his parents he was going over to a friends, they believed him, and he was partially true. The guard led him out of the city and into the wilderness, where he had never been before, and taught him what he knew about pretty much everything. Well, at least as he was limited to over night, as if Orion was gone over 2 days, his parents would get suspicious. The guard also taught him a few words he had heard uttered before, they were ancient language words, and neither had any idea what they meant, they just thought it was a cool language.

A few more years later and Orion was 17, still competing with Domia, though mainly for women now, and the guard decided to take him back out again. Overnight they heard screaming in the city and smoke rising up. Quickly they rushed to the scene. There were a group of about 10 Varden soldiers, or so Orion thought, taking his family away. In fact, they were Empire soldiers, dressed up as Varden in order to deceive, which he still hasn't found out about. They accused them of hiding something, before killing them before his eyes and burning down his house. His life was pretty much destroyed in the hour he stood by, hidden, and watching. The guard just shrugged his shoulders and turned around, trying to lead him away.

Orion took his sword though, right from his sheath, and ran out of desperation at the soldiers. They simply tossed him aside, and left the city. The guard was rushing after him, telling him to leave. With his eyes in tears, Orion was so in pain that he swung and killed the guard by decapitation. That was when he killed his first man, and honestly, this made him in even more pain. So he ran, taking the sword from the dead guard, and he ran from his hometown into the wilderness, and thanks to the guard, he knew how to survive in the wild. Taking these skills, he headed north to who knows where, another city, some place he could live. He followed a stream as far as he could before he turned east for a few leagues.

On the same day his family had been killed he was hiking and noticed something at the top of a hill, it was dark and black, and it was lying in what looked like a shallow crater with nothing around it. Curious, he climbed to the top to see what it was, and it was a black stone, or so he thought. Since it was getting dark, he decided to camp right there, so he laid down next to the stone, which was really an egg, and slept. Through the night he heard shaking, and eventually a huge crack and then a shatter. Startled, he stood up and looked around, nothing was there that he could see. He hiked down both sides of the hill, nothing. When he came back up he noticed a baby dragon, curled up, looking straight at him. It was a jet black dragon with lightning yellow eyes. He reached down to pet it, which it didn't resist, and he touched it with his right hand. Thus the Gedwëy ignasia was imprinted on his hand, and he fell back in pain. There was so much pain, he fainted until morning. When he woke up the dragon was looking straight at him, curled up.

So he named it Kveykva or lightning, because of his startling eyes and how Orion was startled, he certainly wasn't expecting a baby dragon that day. So he went by for a month, living there with the dragon, and it got bigger everyday. He killed animals himself and the spot was near a stream enough. One day he spoke to him, and just like Eragon and Saphira, he was freaked out. He didn't run though. Orion managed to keep his composure and talk to it. Kveykva explained some things to him, mainly about dragons and their Riders, and how he was one now. Kveykva by now was big enough for Orion to sit on. Later that same day, the Empire's troops came marching through and noticed the duo standing there.

They seized them, or asked them to follow, and took them to Uru'Baen, where they spoke to Galbatorix. He made them swear a oath in the ancient language using the true name of it, And so it was that they were sworn into the Empire. So Galbatorix gave them Eldunarí and they grew stronger and stronger as the weeks went on. Within 2 months, he received his rider sword, which he named Rauthr or misfortune. By the time they had been Rider and dragon for a full year, they were already quadruple in strength than they were before, and Orion had started to notice the changes of human to elf.

During that year, Orion had learned much, he knew much of the ancient language, magic, how to fight amazingly well. Kveykva could breath fire, which was black, by now. Orion had learned much in the ways of the Empire, but he knew he hadn't learned all of it. He vowed to destroy the Varden though, and he had the drive to do just that. He wasn't the strongest Rider in the Empire certainly, but he planned to make a name for himself of it.

Dragon Bio

Name
Kveykva

Age
1 year 1 month

Physical description

Kveykva is a jet black dragon with lightning yellow eyes. Most dragon's scales glitter in the sun, his do too, but it is very faint. When he casts shadows, they are very dark and ominous. As for his size, with the help of the Eldunarí, he was about the size of a house. His horns are a bright pale white that stand out. Not to mention they are all wicked sharp and very ominous. His wings are leathery and let little light shine through, they make for a great shady place. His claws and teeth are razor sharp and long. He may seem huge, but he can maneuver in any which way, giving him a leg up in battle.

Where They Hatched
North of Aroughs on a bare hill

Personality

Kveykva has a very threatening stare and can be stubborn. However, he is very commanding and leads Orion when need be. He assists in everything he possibly can and can actually be nice. He likes to be in control though, and he loves to fight, and sink his teeth into animal flesh. Along with this, he is a bit of a stuck up and likes to brag. Kveykva obeys Orion however and loves him. Orion doesn't control him and he doesn't control Orion, they work as a team to get things done and pitch in ideas as to not die. He also likes to see himself as a leader, as he is one of the bigger dragons. You could say he is good at flying and fighting. He can maneuver very well, and his weakness/strength is Orion himself. He will follow him through anything, and of course, often times, being the smart one. Like most dragons he is also very knowledgeable. Another one of his weaknesses is his dark scales, they stand out in the day time, but if it is by night, you can't see him pretty much at all. He and Orion have become a great team overall though.

Password
Witch of Teirm

I didn't realize there was an Eragon RPG out there! I've RPed for like 4 years now, always been looking for one that is active. Absolutely love the series. And if I forgot anything, tell me! I posted this in the other characters place as well

[Ash & Jackle]

Well, Orion, glad you came to us, one thing, you have a small mistranslation from the Ancient language to english. Rathr is actually misfortune, but other then that I love it. I think it is a great post, I will post the acception in the actual thread you made to let Rhax know if she gets on soon.

[Ash & Jackle]

I know double post, but just saying, please don't post here and in the characters category! Pick one place and only one place! Thanks!

[Orion]

Egg please!

Rider

Full Name: Irnstad

Other name(s): none

Race: Human

Side: Varden (eventually neutral)

Birthplace: Fathen Dur

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Birthday: March 26

Eyes: Green

Hair: Irnstad has dark brown wavy hair that is cut short.

Weight: 150 lbs

Height: 6'2

Magic User: Not Yet

Preferred Weapon(s): Sword (When becomes Rider he gets a Rider sword he names Istalri or flame, it is a 1 and 2 handed broad sword with a gold blade)

Appearance: Irnstad as stated above has dark brown hair. It is cut short and is wavey. His eyes are green and usually very bright and playful. Standing tall, Irnstad is a very handsome, buff, teenager. He has white skin that has several scars on it. He has fairly straight teeth. The way Irnstad walks, it seems like he is a person of importance, he walks and stands like he is on a mission all the time. Honestly, he purposely does that, he wants to feel important, he likes the attention.

Likes: Attention, fighting, hanging out, assisting others, girls (duh), Varden, Elves

Dislikes: Death of friends, injuries, moodiness, talking back, sarcasm, speeches, Empire, Galbatorix

Strengths: Sword fighting, talking, convincing others, being fast

Weakness: Archery, being young

Family: All have been killed

Father: Drake
Mother: Cyan

Not-So-Brief History: Well, Irnstad was born to Drake and Cyan of the Varden. Soon after he was born, both were slain in battle unfortunately. He has no memory of his real parents, just random people that took care of him growing up, and it was a hard life. Irnstad didn't stay in one household for too long.

Eventually he went into training to become a soldier. He fought and trained for several years. Irnstad has been a part of several battles, including many with the famed Eragon and Saphira. Fighting alongside several soldiers he progressed up the ranks, earning scars here and there, and killing numerous men.

He was proud of these feats. One day Irnstad went out on a walk. In fact, it was more of a hike. He hiked through the infamous Beor Mountains. Of course, he was all alone. As he was hiking he noticed off to his right some gold and shiny. He slowly approached it and recognized it as a dragon egg, apparently this one had been lost or somehow separated from the others.

The egg was magnificent, just like those he had heard described. This one was bigger though, and much bigger. He grabbed it, planning to return it when he got the notion not to. So he placed it back and sat down, he decided to sleep overnight with it, and that is where we leave off as he wakes up.



Dragon Bio

Name: Valdr

Gender: Male

Physical description: Well, Valdr is a huge dragon. He hatched huge too. He is a golden dragon with yellow eyes. His scales shine brightly and his wingspan in 6 months is probably 300 feet easily. His spikes are pure white and the veins in his wings run silver. Valdr's fire is golden and white hot. He is well known to be hard to look at in the day because he is so bright. Despite his huge size, Valdr is actually really agile and extremely fast.

Personality: Valdr is an intense fighter and has the never give up attitude. If you make him mad, you had better watch out. Normally though, he is very playful and likes to make jokes. He is obedient though and very smart. He works as a team with Irnstad. Overall, he is a very nice and pleasant dragon to be around, Irnstad would definitely back that up, but then again, what Rider wouldn't say they love their dragon? He has a keen nose and can spot enemies in a heartbeat. However, he can get a little full of himself sometimes .

Strengths: Size, speed, agility, will to fight, never giving up

Weaknesses: Size, how bright he is, sometimes his anger will cloud his judgement

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

((That was crappy compared to my other one, especially history, sorry about that, there was nothing else to write about for history on him.))

[Aelodil]

I would like an egg please!

Rider Name: Ragdar

Other Name(s):Argetlam, Shur'tugal (if this is accepted, hopefully it is C:) Firesword, Bane of Hope.

Side:Empire

Race:Human but during his time bonded with a dragon he appears more like an elf in a little way.

Age:34

Gender: Male

Birthday: February 11

Birthplace:Uru'baen

Eyes:Ragdar has crimson eyes the color of blood.

Hair:Ragdar has elegant jet black hair that he usually cuts to keep out of his eyes.

Weight:189 lbs

Height:6'6

Magic User:Yes

Preferred Weapon:A Rider Sword which was a sword and a half he named Arucane meaning Endless Fire in the Ancient Language. The sword was red just the same as his dragon's scales. The sword was a double edged blade, with the crossguard and handle tinted with gold.

Appearance:Ragdar was always seen wearing a chain mail on his chest and leggings suited for quick travel however was enchanted by Rhunon. When elegance was allowed however, he preferred to wear a tunic he has with gold tinted where it is belted at the waist. Ragdar has buff shoulders and a large chest and his elegant jet black hair always refused to stay high and kept growing low down to his eyes.

Likes:His dragon Lenora, Empire, fighting, sparring, magic.

Dislikes:Varden, anyone who opposes him or Lenora.

Personality: Ragdar is someone who you do not want as an enemy. He doesn't forget old wrong-doings and whenever somebody gets on his bad side, he does whatever he can to ruin that person's life. Being a friend of Ragdar is well because he sympathies with those who are his friends and goes out of his way to help them.

Strengths:He is very well-muscled and swings his sword viciously causing great damage with a single swing, very agile.

Weakness:Too proud to admit he was wrong sometimes, allows anger to cloud his judgement.

Family:They are all deceased, Ragdar never learned the name of his parents.

Not-So-Brief-History:Ragdar was born and when he was inspected they immediately focused on the boy's cruel crimson eyes. His mother died in the birth and his father died fighting the Varden when Ragdar was just a few months old. Galbatorix took this child who seemed to have a knack for trouble under his hospitality and gave him a wing for his own in his castle and trained him. He gave the boy a Rider Sword named Arucane and explained it's name meant Eternal Fire/Endless Fire in the Ancient Language. As the boy known as Ragdar became 10 years old, Galbatorix began teaching him magic and swordsman-ship as a result, Ragdar quickly became muscular from the hard trainings and a strong swordsman. He surprised Galbatorix with his mind's cunning and strength and his power in magic. Galbatorix gave him a box with no keyhole and told him the only way to open it was magic and that he wouldn't learn the words til he deemed fit. Curious Ragdar attempted to open it with Arucale however was met with stubborn resistance. Furious with the box Ragdar who was now 22, a handsome young man always in chain mail quickly made friends with the other nobles. One named William, and the other named Ernstad. These three overconfident boys walked around Uru'baen as if they were kings and one day decided to raid a small Varden scout group they discovered outside the city. They walked over to the group confidently til one shot William in the shoulder. Gasping, William had fallen on the ground. Running to his friend's aid Ragdar quickly healed him and looked at the man who shot his friend with utter disgust and hate that flashed within his crimson eyes, the message clear: I'll kill you for that. Turning pale with fear the man ran away turning on the alarm. Rushing over, Ragdar and his friends quickly slit the necks of three men before attacking the last 6 troops. It was a hard battle, as it was 6 on 3, but in the end they wouldn't be denied. Ragdar and his friends just finished from washing the blood of their blades before re-entering the city. They found Galbatorix awaiting them and William and Ernstad quickly ran to their homes. Stuck alone Ragdar looked at Galbatorix right in the eye, not fearing what his foster parent would do to him. Galbatorix stared heavily at the boy before softening his expression and said, "I now appoint you leader of a squadron of 100 soldiers. They are waiting in the armory." stunned, Ragdar marched to the armory and found 100 soldiers, all around his age. When he entered they all bowed, looking awed and a man who seemed to be a Sergeant stepped up and said, "Sir! We are glad to have you sir!".

Ragdar had a nightmare. He dreamt that he hadn't been proficient in magic and William had died by the wound he got in the fight last day. He woke up, heart pounding and walked outside where he found the squadron of men. Only a last 10 were awake. One seemed lively. He walked over and asked, "Would you care to spar with me?" the other soldier quickly stumbled on his feet and said, "It would be my honor sir.". They both took their stances and the soldier attacked Ragdar's right shoulder where he would be hard-pressed to defend himself. Disengaging Ragdar grabbed Arucale with both hands and slashed the soldier's thigh then impaled his shoulder. Getting up, Ragdar helped the soldier and healed him. "Thank you soldier, you may rest now." he said regularly. Eyes wide the soldier nodded and went to his house.

After 10 years, Ragdar had finally learned the words to open the chest. Bustling with excitement he ran back to his wing and disarmed the traps he placed and spoke the words and the chest opened. Excited he reached in and took out what seemed to be a huge red stone. Sighing in exasperation Ragdar put it on his bed and ran a hand on the smooth stone. Turning his back on the stone he began to leave when he suddenly heard a crack, followed by another...and another, then suddenly something grabbed his foot and he jumped before he looked under him and found the stone there, with cracks. Frowning, Ragdar put it on the bed and sat next to it. Then, from the midst of the stone, there came a weird creature. Red wings, red body and wings, tail, four legs, red scales. And suddenly it hit him: A dragon hatchling! He reached out with his hand and an extreme pain coursed through his hand. As if his hand went frozen then heated back to higher than normal temperature, over and over. As the pain vanished, Ragdar looked at the dragon hatchling and reached out with his mind. As he felt the baby dragon's mind, he felt afraid. It was alien to him. He reached into his memory of dragon names and common and Ancient Language to it and said, "What is your name my baby dragon?". Then responded the soft and gentle voice, "My name is Lenora. And you, are my Rider." Stunned, Ragdar turned to see Galbatorix smiling. Ragdar then quickly began to regret that. Lenora was being rapidly growing larger, and even more so since Galbatorix had Ragdar increase her size with magic. Ragdar and Lenora, who was now as large as a large house and a half put together trained with Shruikan and Galbatorix. Finally when they finished, Ragdar at the age of 34 was bonded with Lenora for two years and he now seemed like an elf quite a lot. And Galbatorix made his muscles as fast and strong as an elf's. Finally, when they finished, Ragdar and Lenora vowed to destroy the Varden.

Dragon Bio:

Name: Lenora

Age:2 Years roughly.

Physical Description: Lenora's scales glitter red and are very often mistaken for blood drops as she has crimson scales. She is the size of a large house and a half, giving her some size strength and nimble speed.

How You Got The Egg:Ragdar was given the egg by Galbatorix in a magical chest.

Personality: Stubborn, proud as her Rider and lets that get in her way, doesn't like to admit that she was wrong or she was mistaken.

Password: Witch of Tierm

Hope you accept! ^^

((Haha, did I miss anything? I don't know, just finished it within the hour and took me some time, if I missed anything please tell me, thanks ))

[Emiryal ♕]

Orion: History's can be hard to know what to come up with. Older characters are easier to get a lot of info on them. Anyways, it looks good except how is Irnstad going to get the Rider's blade?

Aelodil: looks great. Accepted.

[Orion]

For his sword he's going to find it in a stash with other Rider swords, like ones that have been retrieved.

[Emiryal ♕]

Ah alright. accepted then. =)

[Aelodil]

I would like an Egg Please!

Rider!

Rider Name:Anurin

Other Names:High Old One, Argetlam, Shurtugal, Beacon of Hope, Bane of Misery, Bane of The Raz'ac.

Side:Neutral, very sympathetic to Varden

Race:He has Grey Folk blood and Elven blood.

Age:1121

Eyes:He has Gray eyes.

Hair:Blonde dishevled hair.

Birthplace:Kinta

Birthday:February 11th.

Height:6'7

Weight:186 lbs

Magic User:Yes, he has had hundred of years to practice.

Preffered Weapon(s): He has a Rider Sword he named Andlat, the Sword being the oldest Rider Sword in Alagaesia second to only the Sword of Eragon I which is in Nepherion's possession. Andlat is a broadsword with a handle being a sword and a half. The crossguard and hilt were tinted with gold.

Appearance:He has well-muscled chest and broad shoulders. He is like the ocean, days you know what is swirling in his mind, other days you don't. He wears the old Elven Tunics he had from old times yet in war he wears the lovely armor his Rider Teacher gave him, which he poured his soul into when he aged too much and so it is now not only the oldest, but strongest armor ever.

Likes:Meditation, peace, fair and just rulers.

Dislikes:Disturbances in his meditation, war, bloodshed, unjust rulers, Galbatorix.

Personality:He is quick to love and slow to hate. You can't get on his bad side unless you are truly an enemy or have done something to his friends. He goes out of his way to help friends while he also goes out of his way to make the live's of his enemies even worse.

Strengths:Very powerful, ancient, good at magic.

Weaknesses:Very stubborn, proud, anger clouds his judgement at times.

Family:Both are deceased.

Not-So-Brief-History:

Anurin was born to his mother whom died in birth and his father who was slaughtered by Urgals. As an orphan baby, he managed somehow to wobble all the way to a nearby farmer who took care of him gladly. For 6 years, Anurin worked for the farmer gladly until he began showing signs of magic. The farmer feared greatly for his safety and so gave Anurin directions to a nearby Elven City and dismissed him. Anurin did not find that strange, if he be in the farmer's place he'd done the same thing. When he got to the Elven City, a kind Elf gave him a dagger and many coins. Anuring gladly put the coins in his pouch to save them. At the age of seven, he went out to hunt for deer. He found a gazel and a deer sleeping next to each other and he quickly slit their throats before starting a fire with magic by accident. He had remembered Elves say the word 'brisingr' and there be a fire and so he had said the word, yet the pile of wood he brought flared up and at the same time he felt himself very weak. He weakly cooked the gazel and deer and as he ate, his energy was replenished. Before he was about to climb a nearby tree and sleep he heard some wolves. He stood, frozen as he realized he did not dump the remains of his food yet he needed them for the next day. He quickly slung them on the highest tree he could find and unsheathed the dagger the Elf had given him. As the first jumped on him, he sidestepped and slashed at the head. The wolf gave a yelp of distress then went silent as it's head plopped to the ground. Then the other three were upon him. He grabbed a branch and put it to the fire before throwing it on the two closest. It burned them and before long they were yelping and running around. That left the last, largest one which jumped at him and they fell to the ground. Anurin did not want to kill it, it only seemed hungry. And by accident, he reached with his mind to it's and explained how he was a friend and how he would give it some meat if it leave in peace. The wolf gladly agreed. And so Anurin gave it some meat and it trotted away happy with it's meat. There, Anurin slept high upon a tree.

The next morning, he again used magic to shape a bucket with some nearby materials and that bucket he used to keep his extra water. He continued the routine of the last day until he had worked enough money and worked enough energy to make his house. At the age of 15, he went to the most ancient tree he could find and cast a complex spell to wove it into a house. He then used the money to get additional wood to make rooms and many other stuff. He also made a spiral staircase and a balcony so large and strong, it could carry the weight of even a dragon. As he finished, he retired for the night and slept merrily. The next day, as he went to a nearby human city, he bought much meat. As he was on his way back, his sack full of meat he stumbled and accidentally bumped the man in front of him. "Oops, my pardon." Anurin said, his voice obviously young. "My pardon!?" growled the man. He took out a sword and swung at Anurin who yelped and jumped back. His Grey Folk blood took control. He took out the dagger, ran in a zig-zag style and stabbed the man's heart. As he came out of the trance he realized what he had done and he went on the verge of madness. He quickly ran to his home, feeling mad. As he sat on one of the couches, he felt a presence nagging at his mind. Yet the presence felt as if it was alive but at the same time not born yet. Like a child in his mother's womb kicking. He shivered as the presence kept nagging more and more and more. Finally, unable to withstand it he stood and searched all around his house. As he went back empty-handed he stumbled on a large white rock, it's surface very smooth. He cursed and got up. He examined the rock and was about to leave it when he heard men shouting. He figured they learned what he had done. Guiltily, he picked the white rock, and ran home which he had protected with many enchantments. As he sat on his bed he studied the white rock, wondering what it was. First he tested by knocking on it. It was hollow! He decided to attempt and break it. He first tried with another rock. It simply bounced off without a dent. Then a hammer. Still nothing worked. Sighing, he put the stuff back and when he came back it was cracked! He looked around darting his eyes to and fro cautiously. What if it was vicious? Then suddenly out of nowhere, a white beast with white scales came out from under his bed. He was too stunned to react. The beast had four legs, wings, and great white eyes. A dragon, he realized foggily. As it came closer, he found his legs moving toward it. He reached out with his hand and he thought he felt the bond. He was Grey Folk descendant, and his blood refused the dragon as they were never in the Rider oath. Then his elven blood accepted the bond and the war between his blood felt like he was being ripped inside out. He opened his mouth and screamed soundlessly as his blood bubbled and sizzled. After what seemed of hours from the torture, he finally stood up and was able to think logically. He looked at his hand where there was a silver circle. The sign of a Rider. Yet he payed dearly for it. The pain was unbearable. As he looked out, he realized the day was spent and he went to his bed, the dragon tailing behind him where it slept next to his head on the pillow. Smiling, Anurin put a protective hand around it.No one shall hurt you, I promise he thought to himself.

The next morning began the hardest month of his life. He began teaching the dragon both the common and Ancient Language. As he finished, the dragon began calling him."Anurin." it would respond as he gave it names. He suspected it was female and began giving it female names. Everytime he gave it one, it would refuse and say his name again, voice sounding amused. Finally, he realized,"Wait a second, you're a male dragon aren't you!"."Yes." came the smug reply. He kept offering names,"There was Fundor, he fought the Sea Serpent. Eridor, king of the wild dragons, Belgabad the greatest dragon at the time of the Rider's Golden Age. And.. Vanilor." the dragon seemed to like the name Vanilor and accepted it. Day and night, Anurin worked hard to sustain them and Vanilor would help whenever he could. He once killed a baby deer and Anurin found him with the deer in his mouth his sparkling white eyes sparkling, looking at him as if daring him to criticize him. Anurin snorted on laughter and pat Vanilor's head. Every few days Vanilor would grow larger and larger and larger. Finally, as he grew as large as Anurin's shoulder, he realized that the spot between his neck joints and body was a perfect place to ride. He found himself spending every other day sitting there, while scratching him and Vanilor humming. As days progressed into weeks Anurin decided he needed a new weapon. A Rider's weapon. Vanilor at that time was still a little younger than a month old was as tall as Anurin. They went in secret to Rhunon and they found her there, smithing as usual and Vanilor stayed hiding as Anurin entered. "Rhunon-elda. I am here for a request, yet I wish for it to keep a secret. May you help me?" he asked, his voice honorable as he was not an Elf. She turned and said, "Ah, the Grey Folk descendant. What may I help you with?" she was smiling and she motioned for him to sit as she sat opposite him. "Well...I found a white dragon egg and it hatched. I wish for a Rider Sword. It would have to be a broadsword as any other one would feel too light. Handle be a sword-and-a-half. The blade be white same as Vanilor's scales be." He confessed while Rhunon sat wide-eyed. She nodded and asked, "Where would Vanilor be right now?" Anurin asked Vanilor to enter and as he did Rhunon looked so awed that Anurin almost laughed, though that would be disrespectful and so he dared not laugh. "Do you need it immediately or can you wait a week?" she asked, flicking her attention back to Anurin. "I could wait a week if it is the price I must ask for your master-piece." She agreed and so Vanilor and Anurin almost left when she said, "First, take this saddle so you may ride him." Anurin took it feeling honored and thanked her while he saddled Vanilor and they went home, he riding on Vanilor.

Throughout the day, they continued pondering what to do. In the end, Anurin had tackled Vanilor, whose saddle was now in a chest somewhere off. Vanilor seemed startled but then hummed and they began wrestling, though Vanilor almost always won. Finally, the moon swallowed the sun and they prepared to sleep. Vanilor was too large to sleep next to Anurin like he had when he was a young hatchling and so, Anurin had expanded his house to be able to house Vanilor even after he grew larger. The next day as they were making their way down to get some more meat, they heard men yelling at them to stop. Anurin quickly spotted the men and cursed himself. They still hadn't forgave him for what he did at their city. "What may I do for you men?" he asked, his hand immediately slipping to his dagger's handle. "Die." one of them answered. But the voice was not the sound of a human and as he inspected him, he realized they were Raz'ac. He quickly mounted Vanilor and they took off, fleeing to Rhunon in desperation. The Raz'ac followed them almost all the way, yet Rhunon's wards kept them at bay. As they landed both tired and scared she asked, "What is the matter? I still need a few days." they quickly explained about the Raz'ac and she grew angry. "I shall deal with them in a moment." she said. Then after a minute, another dragon and Rider came and slaughtered the Raz'ac. Anurin and Vanilor stared with amazement and were stunned. As the Rider dismounted, Anurin studied the dragon. The golden scales shone as bright as the sun as it reflected the sun's rays. The Rider seemed to be an Elf of very old age. Maybe a thousand or more? As he came to Anurin he spoke with Rhunon, yet Anurin was so surprised he heard nothing of it. When he finished, he turned to Anurin and Vanilor. "Hello there, younglings. Rhunon has told me your story. I feel sorry for you. Me and my dragon have decided to take you as our apprentices." Anurin gladly agreed as did Vanilor and they took the sword from Rhunon which Anurin named Andlat. As he spoke the word, the sword seemed to shimmer with a presence of it's own and began draining energy from anything around it, except Anurin was able to command it what not to drain. Rhunon explained how the blade contained another's soul. .And so, for five years they trained. At the last day, Anurin's teacher told him that he was about to die. Though Elves fancy themselves immortal they had a certain limit, especially him since he had so many scars. He asked for the armor he gave to Anurin as a gift and as he took it, he began chanting. At first Anurin was confused but then he realized he was putting all his energy, and moved his soul into it so that it be the strongest armor ever. The teacher's dragon also added his soul and both Anurin and Vanilor wept of their passing. Vanilor who was now much larger especially wept the passing of the only one of his kind he had met. Finally, they left, but they left to return later on. They continued training everything they had learned. Days progressed into weeks, weeks progressed into months, months progressed into years, years progressed into centuries. Finally, at the age of 112, and Vanilor at the age of 97 they were to train new Riders. Many a Rider they trained over and over and over. After that, they were in the Raz'ac War and slaughtered many of the Raz'ac giving them the title Bane of The Raz'ac and Bane of Misery as well as Beacon of Hope.They almost had the misfortune of training Galbatorix yet they ended up not. At the Fall, they fought along bravely yet they wished not for their order to perish and so fled. They stayed in isolation at the same house, which Anurin had to expand every day. Anurin at the age of 1121 looked like an Elf yet not. He had slanted ears like theirs and somewhat angular face yet he still looked human. No one would mistake him for a human or an Elf, but for a Rider. Vanilor who was 1106 years old, was so large that the small and simple house Anurin had built now occupied all of the forest. That was enough to house Vanilor and still have extra space yet he slept many a night, draped around the mountain as if it had snowed. Finally the time to hide passed and they revealed themselves to the world.

Dragon Bio

Name:Vanilor

Age:1106

Side:Neutral, very sympathetic to Varden

Size:Larger than every mountain. He is the largest and oldest dragon not in an Eldunari.

Scales:White

Eyes:White, same color as scales.

Likes:His Rider, hunting, spars, peace.

Dislikes:Unjustness, Galbatorix, disturbances.

Strengths:He is very old and wise, very large, knows many things.

Weaknesses:Being very large he is slower than most young dragons, anger clouds his judgement, refuses to admit he was wrong, proud, stubborn.

How He Got The Egg:He found it as Vanilor sent his mind out for his Rider-to-be.

Password:Witch of Tierm

Haha, did I miss anything? I don't know, this app was so large so I guess I missed many things, please inform me and hopefully it gets accepted woot!

[Emiryal ♕]

nice, very interesting. as I might say in my spanish class though, una problema. (one problem.)

Humans were not accepted into the Riders spell until 338 years after your character was born. He's too old to fit the timeline.
inheritance.wikia.com/wiki/Timeline_of_events

[Aelodil]

Would it work if I made his human blood into Elven blood?