Lennon the quick-witted (done)
Jun 11, 2013 22:37:36 GMT -5
Post by leoawesome on Jun 11, 2013 22:37:36 GMT -5
Name: Lennon Green
other: silver tongue
Race: human elf hybrid (father elven mother human)
Alliegance: varden
Born: Beor mountains
Age: 24
Gender: male
July 25
Eyes: hazel. Shift between brown, green, or greyish depending on his garb.
Hair: brown
Weight: 150 pounds
Height: 5'10"
Magic user: yes. Knows very few spells but actively teaches himself off of his fathers scrolls. Has a lot of potential, as he is a rider. He has no formal training but has casted the spells he knows many times. He has no training in defending his mind.
Weapon: an enchanted green sword, which shines brightly. It is about 3 feet long and easy enough to use one handed, given his strength. It is unable to be broken and is always as sharp as possible. He has much training in the use of this. He obtained it after his makeshift sword broke. He met an old elf in a tavern who told him a tale of his father. She then gave him the sword and said it was his passed down from his ancestor, a dragon rider.
Appearance: he has an circular face and welcoming eyes. He has perfect teeth albeit bad gums and has a 3 inch scar under his lip going horizontally. He has many small white dots and scratches all over his lightly tanned body. These are little scars he received training. He has hair that goes past his ear and is close to his shoulders. He has a cowlick on his right side which gives him a wave-like look on the opposite side but a straight one on the right side. His ears are very slightly pointed and he can easily pass for a human. He has muscles, though not obvious, that are from his swordsmanship training. He is thin however not dangerously so. He has a tattoo of the eye of Horus on the inside of his right wrist. It is a momento from his father, who told him that it gave good luck.
Personality: Lennon has a very cheerful personality even though he is a pessimist. He is always there to crack a joke or tell a pun and enjoys a good debate. He is a very good talker and strategist who tries to figure out a way to win with his mind not his body. He can talk his way out of any situation but is not afraid of a fight. He is bold and knows when to speak his mind. He knows when he is outmatched (as in a wizard fight) and will figure out how to come out on top. He is loyal and is not good at making easy decisions between simple things.
Likes: Meat, mead, and debating. He loves to try and get the ladies with his aforementioned silvertongue. He loves to best others who are better than him. He likes to sleep and meditate. He also enjoys his time alone.
Dislikes: he hates to lose. He hates to be undermined or be discriminated because of his species, half-blood, or his age. He also hates vegetables. (Excluding potatoes and corn)
Strengths: he has much more strength, speed, stamina, and constitution than the normal man (even without his training). He has the ability to word his way out of a situation and when that fails cut his way out. He has all of the enhancements of a normal elf and he is trained proficiently in the use of his sword. He was taught by his father strategy and how to wage war effectively. He also has many important and rare scrolls obtained from his late father. These help him improve himself. His fighting style is considered feral and much unlike the elegance of a normal elf. This means he will bite, scratch, kick and his swordplay is translated from the same form of fighting (it is mainly like how to handle certain foes, how to fight with his hands, and his sword is used in the same way a dragon would use its claws. Lennon is also not above using dirty tricks to win as his style does accommodate duels) that his dragon has. His dragon was and is his only mentor, and tries his best to teach him how to survive and fight, he observes Lennon, influences how he should fight with tips, and taught him that instinct trumps whatever cards you are dealt.
Weaknesses: he does not have the same abilities as that of a grown full-blooded elf and is an outcast to them as his father left the elves after he met lennons mother. He has absolutely no skill or training in magic or spell work. He can speak little of the ancient language and only knows about 15-20 spells. He has no clue how to place wards or mental barriers. He is very vulnerable to other magicians. (He is working hard to get better). His fighting style while effective is poor at fighting in duels fairly, he usually accommodates by tricking, taunting, kicking, punching, biting, tripping, and talking his way into their defenses. He has never been in a war, however his dad bestowed strategic knowledge upon him. He has a drastic fear of cockroaches and will freak out if one is in his vicinity. (He hates shades dearly as a result)
Family: Lennon knows little of his family, as his father is considered exiled and his mother never spoke of them. His family moved to a cabin in the Beor mountains before his birth and lived there until their demise. What he does know is
Father: Dunavïel, elf, brown hair, green eyes, battle genius. Always taught Lennon that brains are better than brawn and taught him how to lead. However, his fathered perished (see history) before the training could be completed.
Mother: Beth, human, redhead, blue eyed. Nice, kind woman. She taught him manners, etiquette and how to cook well. She perished as well.
History: Lennon was born in a cabin in the beor mountains a few years after his mother and father met in Tierm. They quickly fell in love and ran away together. Lennon was born on July 25 during a heavy thunderstorm. Lennons first 6 years were spent being trained in battle strategy, cooking, and how to speak English. At age 12 after repeated warnings not to go into the nearby woods, he did.
He walked for a while and became lost in the maze of forest until he heard a large roar. Lennon had stumbled upon a bear. The bear chased him even further into the woods hoping to make him the first spring meal. Soon Lennon was cornered and out of breath against a tree. He begged for his death to be swift, and luck shined upon him. Over head, his dragons egg was sitting in a birds nest, the branch snapped and hit him in the head, knocking him out. The bear became disinterested and left for its home. Hours later he woke up to a deer's pondering poke. He rolled to the side rubbing his head. He was jubilant to find a large emerald egg sitting there untouched. He concluded that it must be a pheonix egg and brought it with him. Luckily, over the treetops he saw the fire of the stove burning in his house.
It wasn't the stove. He padded home to the house ablaze, his to loved ones inside, his beloved cat Marlin rushed into his arms scaredly. Lennon burst into the house tears eyed to find his parents stabbed to death and robbed blind. Lennon dried his eyes, well the smoke and heat did that for him, and ran into his fathers study, grabbed his backpack, and all of his fathers books. He sprinted out and never looked back.
Over the next few days he trekked down the mountain and had Marlins help in finding food. One night while sleeping in a cavern, he touched his egg and it miraculously split wide open. A little, green lizard was inside. It was a simple creature at first but as days on the mountain turned to weeks and weeks months. Lennon realized that this was no ordinary lizard, but a dragon!
He made it down the mountain by his 13th year of life and came upon his first town. He was amazed to see this many people in one place. His dragon, Granaemor, had grown to be nearly full sized and was able to communicate with him through a mental link, like all riders. Mainly, Granaemor, Marlin, and Lennon stuck to the countryside and as time grew so did Lennon and his dragon as partners. Lennon made his first sword out of some wood and the blade of a fallen dagger. His dragon began his training, teaching him what it means to fight, getting him in the right mindset, and ultimately teaching how to win in a fight, of any kind (theoretically). At the age of 18 after a rather unfortunate meeting with a raider group outside of Tierm while resting after flight, an action which Marlin hates, which broke his sword, Lennon knew he'd have to find a new one.
He found himself in Tierm the next day. After searching for a blacksmith, a fruitless endeavor as he had no money, he felt out of luck. He went to a tavern and preformed some entertaining simple spells for mead. Eventually, he found himself listening to the story of an old woman, she explained that she knew his father and had the sword of an ancestor. It was an unbreakable sword and enchanted to be faster. Lennon was excited and took off with his companions and new sword.
Lennon while in a town one day heard of the varden and their plans, he knew he must find them. He searched for a long while and finally at age 23 came upon the varden, Granaemor and Marlin in tow.
Other: wherever his cat goes, he goes.
Password: of teirm
Dragon
Name: Granaemor firewings
Varden, mainly his rider
Beor mountains:
In wild
It fell on his head from a bird nest when he was cornered by a bear, it saved his life by making him unwanted.
Age:11 1/2
Gender: Male
Eye color: gold
Scale: bright green like the tree leaves of an annual.
Appearance: he is a very large dragon with light green scales that blend in with the trees. He has feathered wings that stretch out far and though he is not a big dragon his speed makes up for it tenfold. He has large dagger like claws and canines that protrude from his mouth. He has many teeth and has a spiked tail. He has a spiky head and normal sized eyes.
Personality: is deadly loyal to Lennon and distrustful of other people. He is very polite and is loyal to people he gets to know. He is very noble like most dragons but is smart enough to when a fight is hopeless. He loves to be in the air.
Likes: forests, animals, cows (to eat), flying, Marlin and Lennon
Dislikes: rosebushes. Once he stepped on one Lennon couldn't get them all out for a week.
Strengths: his speed which is to make up for his size. He has the strength of a normal dragon and is a fantastic flyer. He can fight very well and has very sharp claws and fangs.
Weaknesses: has never seen or fought another dragon and has very little experience fighting anything that can fly. Is smaller than most dragons and cannot swim well at all.
other: silver tongue
Race: human elf hybrid (father elven mother human)
Alliegance: varden
Born: Beor mountains
Age: 24
Gender: male
July 25
Eyes: hazel. Shift between brown, green, or greyish depending on his garb.
Hair: brown
Weight: 150 pounds
Height: 5'10"
Magic user: yes. Knows very few spells but actively teaches himself off of his fathers scrolls. Has a lot of potential, as he is a rider. He has no formal training but has casted the spells he knows many times. He has no training in defending his mind.
Weapon: an enchanted green sword, which shines brightly. It is about 3 feet long and easy enough to use one handed, given his strength. It is unable to be broken and is always as sharp as possible. He has much training in the use of this. He obtained it after his makeshift sword broke. He met an old elf in a tavern who told him a tale of his father. She then gave him the sword and said it was his passed down from his ancestor, a dragon rider.
Appearance: he has an circular face and welcoming eyes. He has perfect teeth albeit bad gums and has a 3 inch scar under his lip going horizontally. He has many small white dots and scratches all over his lightly tanned body. These are little scars he received training. He has hair that goes past his ear and is close to his shoulders. He has a cowlick on his right side which gives him a wave-like look on the opposite side but a straight one on the right side. His ears are very slightly pointed and he can easily pass for a human. He has muscles, though not obvious, that are from his swordsmanship training. He is thin however not dangerously so. He has a tattoo of the eye of Horus on the inside of his right wrist. It is a momento from his father, who told him that it gave good luck.
Personality: Lennon has a very cheerful personality even though he is a pessimist. He is always there to crack a joke or tell a pun and enjoys a good debate. He is a very good talker and strategist who tries to figure out a way to win with his mind not his body. He can talk his way out of any situation but is not afraid of a fight. He is bold and knows when to speak his mind. He knows when he is outmatched (as in a wizard fight) and will figure out how to come out on top. He is loyal and is not good at making easy decisions between simple things.
Likes: Meat, mead, and debating. He loves to try and get the ladies with his aforementioned silvertongue. He loves to best others who are better than him. He likes to sleep and meditate. He also enjoys his time alone.
Dislikes: he hates to lose. He hates to be undermined or be discriminated because of his species, half-blood, or his age. He also hates vegetables. (Excluding potatoes and corn)
Strengths: he has much more strength, speed, stamina, and constitution than the normal man (even without his training). He has the ability to word his way out of a situation and when that fails cut his way out. He has all of the enhancements of a normal elf and he is trained proficiently in the use of his sword. He was taught by his father strategy and how to wage war effectively. He also has many important and rare scrolls obtained from his late father. These help him improve himself. His fighting style is considered feral and much unlike the elegance of a normal elf. This means he will bite, scratch, kick and his swordplay is translated from the same form of fighting (it is mainly like how to handle certain foes, how to fight with his hands, and his sword is used in the same way a dragon would use its claws. Lennon is also not above using dirty tricks to win as his style does accommodate duels) that his dragon has. His dragon was and is his only mentor, and tries his best to teach him how to survive and fight, he observes Lennon, influences how he should fight with tips, and taught him that instinct trumps whatever cards you are dealt.
Weaknesses: he does not have the same abilities as that of a grown full-blooded elf and is an outcast to them as his father left the elves after he met lennons mother. He has absolutely no skill or training in magic or spell work. He can speak little of the ancient language and only knows about 15-20 spells. He has no clue how to place wards or mental barriers. He is very vulnerable to other magicians. (He is working hard to get better). His fighting style while effective is poor at fighting in duels fairly, he usually accommodates by tricking, taunting, kicking, punching, biting, tripping, and talking his way into their defenses. He has never been in a war, however his dad bestowed strategic knowledge upon him. He has a drastic fear of cockroaches and will freak out if one is in his vicinity. (He hates shades dearly as a result)
Family: Lennon knows little of his family, as his father is considered exiled and his mother never spoke of them. His family moved to a cabin in the Beor mountains before his birth and lived there until their demise. What he does know is
Father: Dunavïel, elf, brown hair, green eyes, battle genius. Always taught Lennon that brains are better than brawn and taught him how to lead. However, his fathered perished (see history) before the training could be completed.
Mother: Beth, human, redhead, blue eyed. Nice, kind woman. She taught him manners, etiquette and how to cook well. She perished as well.
History: Lennon was born in a cabin in the beor mountains a few years after his mother and father met in Tierm. They quickly fell in love and ran away together. Lennon was born on July 25 during a heavy thunderstorm. Lennons first 6 years were spent being trained in battle strategy, cooking, and how to speak English. At age 12 after repeated warnings not to go into the nearby woods, he did.
He walked for a while and became lost in the maze of forest until he heard a large roar. Lennon had stumbled upon a bear. The bear chased him even further into the woods hoping to make him the first spring meal. Soon Lennon was cornered and out of breath against a tree. He begged for his death to be swift, and luck shined upon him. Over head, his dragons egg was sitting in a birds nest, the branch snapped and hit him in the head, knocking him out. The bear became disinterested and left for its home. Hours later he woke up to a deer's pondering poke. He rolled to the side rubbing his head. He was jubilant to find a large emerald egg sitting there untouched. He concluded that it must be a pheonix egg and brought it with him. Luckily, over the treetops he saw the fire of the stove burning in his house.
It wasn't the stove. He padded home to the house ablaze, his to loved ones inside, his beloved cat Marlin rushed into his arms scaredly. Lennon burst into the house tears eyed to find his parents stabbed to death and robbed blind. Lennon dried his eyes, well the smoke and heat did that for him, and ran into his fathers study, grabbed his backpack, and all of his fathers books. He sprinted out and never looked back.
Over the next few days he trekked down the mountain and had Marlins help in finding food. One night while sleeping in a cavern, he touched his egg and it miraculously split wide open. A little, green lizard was inside. It was a simple creature at first but as days on the mountain turned to weeks and weeks months. Lennon realized that this was no ordinary lizard, but a dragon!
He made it down the mountain by his 13th year of life and came upon his first town. He was amazed to see this many people in one place. His dragon, Granaemor, had grown to be nearly full sized and was able to communicate with him through a mental link, like all riders. Mainly, Granaemor, Marlin, and Lennon stuck to the countryside and as time grew so did Lennon and his dragon as partners. Lennon made his first sword out of some wood and the blade of a fallen dagger. His dragon began his training, teaching him what it means to fight, getting him in the right mindset, and ultimately teaching how to win in a fight, of any kind (theoretically). At the age of 18 after a rather unfortunate meeting with a raider group outside of Tierm while resting after flight, an action which Marlin hates, which broke his sword, Lennon knew he'd have to find a new one.
He found himself in Tierm the next day. After searching for a blacksmith, a fruitless endeavor as he had no money, he felt out of luck. He went to a tavern and preformed some entertaining simple spells for mead. Eventually, he found himself listening to the story of an old woman, she explained that she knew his father and had the sword of an ancestor. It was an unbreakable sword and enchanted to be faster. Lennon was excited and took off with his companions and new sword.
Lennon while in a town one day heard of the varden and their plans, he knew he must find them. He searched for a long while and finally at age 23 came upon the varden, Granaemor and Marlin in tow.
Other: wherever his cat goes, he goes.
Password: of teirm
Dragon
Name: Granaemor firewings
Varden, mainly his rider
Beor mountains:
In wild
It fell on his head from a bird nest when he was cornered by a bear, it saved his life by making him unwanted.
Age:11 1/2
Gender: Male
Eye color: gold
Scale: bright green like the tree leaves of an annual.
Appearance: he is a very large dragon with light green scales that blend in with the trees. He has feathered wings that stretch out far and though he is not a big dragon his speed makes up for it tenfold. He has large dagger like claws and canines that protrude from his mouth. He has many teeth and has a spiked tail. He has a spiky head and normal sized eyes.
Personality: is deadly loyal to Lennon and distrustful of other people. He is very polite and is loyal to people he gets to know. He is very noble like most dragons but is smart enough to when a fight is hopeless. He loves to be in the air.
Likes: forests, animals, cows (to eat), flying, Marlin and Lennon
Dislikes: rosebushes. Once he stepped on one Lennon couldn't get them all out for a week.
Strengths: his speed which is to make up for his size. He has the strength of a normal dragon and is a fantastic flyer. He can fight very well and has very sharp claws and fangs.
Weaknesses: has never seen or fought another dragon and has very little experience fighting anything that can fly. Is smaller than most dragons and cannot swim well at all.
