Ambrosia-Dragon of Old. [edited]
Dec 16, 2011 15:26:25 GMT -5
Post by Emily Drachen on Dec 16, 2011 15:26:25 GMT -5
Full Name:Ambrosia
Other name: None
Race:Dragon [Rider was killed.]
Side: Neutral.
Birthplace: Ellesmera, Du Weldenvarden
Age: 156
Gender: Female
Birthday: On one of the days of The Blood Oath Ceremony
Eyes: Brownish Yellow
Hair: Dusty Golden Brown.
Weight:12 Ton
Height: 15 feet [to Shoulder]
Magic User:Yes [Dragon Magic, of course]
Preferred Weapon(s):Tail, claws, Horns, Teeth. Just about anything on her body.
Appearance: Ambrosia is a smaller-scale dragon. Her face is rough and jagged, but presents a royal air about her. Instead of a regular maw and fangs, she has a eagles beak nearer to the end of her snout. Her neck at the base of her head isn't very large, but as you go down it thickens out and connects to her small body. Her length from tip of her 'beak' to the tip of her tail is a total of 26 feet. Her wings are her largest feature, extending about 17 feet each wing, giving her a wings span of about 34 feet. Her front limbs are thin and long, with thick bones. Her back limbs are thicker and a bit rounder.
Jagged and broken horns protrude from her less then elegant shaped head. Her claws are long and slightly curved. There are small tears in her bat-like wings. two small, figure like limbs from from both her wings, each one having a small claw on their tip to use as fighting as well.
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Ambrosia likes as many things as she hates. She isn't a very complex dragon.
Likes:
Hunting, sleeping, eating, being around other dragons, being in the water, swimming, fishing, running, flying, Dwarves [they are funny creatures!] and plenty of things. Not specifically in that order.
Dislikes:
The Empire, soldiers, war, evil dragons, fire, ice, the color blue. Darkness, the Forsworn, traitors, humans, Elves, and plenty of other things.
Strengths: The ability to hold back her anger or frustration, to think with her mind and not go by her heart, no matter how torn. She has a strong sense of justice, and has the ability to think without being clouded by emotions. She kind, thoughtful, and sometimes even caring.
Good with using fire, though she doesn't like it, and thick, tough scales.
Weakness: Tends to trust others slightly easily, refuses to take a life without cause, refuses to fight along the humans or elves. Bad judge of character in the beginning.
Family:
Forsworn Dragon-Father.
Forsworn Dragon-Mother
No Siblings she knows of.
Not-So-Brief History:
Ambrosia is a dragon of the old. Born on ione of the days of The Blood Oath Ceremony, she was prophesied over by a Rider to be one of the greater dragons, born to protect and serve her kind as well as the innocent. Her prophecy was a blessing as well as a curse. Without knowing it, The Rider had doomed her to a fate of serving the just cause. Causing her to only be loyal to the innocent, the upright, the pure of heart. Unless they proved otherwise, Ambrosia could not, not even if she were chained, be anywere near the evil or cruel, not even her Rider.
Born in a rocky spire north of Ellesmera, her mother, a large female beauty and also the dragon of a Rider, raised her well away from the presence of humans and elves. Her Rider was a young, strapping man. But, as time went on, he became a very cruel one, lowering her view of Humans quickly. She had hatched for him weeks from her egg birth because, at the time, his heart was pure and right. But as the two became close, he began to become a cruel man. She, being bound by her blessing, was drawn farther and farther away from her Rider, their bond growing weaker and weaker each passing day. Her life was a living curse as each day she felt pain at being close to her Rider. Her Riders way developed into sheer evil, hidden by the mask of a wholesome Rider. She began to loath his very presence, wishing him death upon every horrid death just to ease her pain.
She and her Rider always flew with a man, Galbatorix, and his dragon. He was the only man who didn't cause pain when she was near him. His heart, to her, was clean. They were with him the day his dragon died, helpless as they watched. Her Rider became closer to Galbatorix more then ever, and Ambrosia began to worry.
Then her Rider became a truly evil man. And Ambrosia learned that Galbatorix had been corrupting him ever since she was born.
Then, some years later, The Fall of the Riders came, and her Rider was bound to follow the Fallen. He had stormed upon her slumber, calling every beastly name he could to get her up. She had risen slowly, unaware of what was happening, but knowing something was going to happen.
Something evil.
The evil in her Riders heart caused her to almost be sick, and, in a desperate rage to flee, used her own claw to destroy her Rider.
The release from her bonds felt great. She felt no grief from slaying her Rider, only pity that he was so evil.
She quickly rushed from her sleeping hold, looking around to see what was happening. The Fall had started, and Ambrosia was turned on by her parents. She fought enough just to get away, flying away from her home, away from all the evil. Away from all that wickedness that caused her much pain.
She flew to the Boar Mountains, never fulfilling her duty as one of the great dragons, only wallowing in her curse. The shame of how she had slain her Rider came upon her like a spear, piercing her heart. She almost began to retreat into her Eldunari-her heart of hearts, when a small voice told her to hide and wait, wait for the day she could have her revenge on the man who corrupted her Rider. The man who had caused so much evil in her life.
And now, many years later, she awakens from her sleep, seeking revenge for a death she had caused on a man who had caused it.
[Password:Witch of Teirm]
Anything extra:Picture of Ambrosia
Other name: None
Race:Dragon [Rider was killed.]
Side: Neutral.
Birthplace: Ellesmera, Du Weldenvarden
Age: 156
Gender: Female
Birthday: On one of the days of The Blood Oath Ceremony
Eyes: Brownish Yellow
Hair: Dusty Golden Brown.
Weight:12 Ton
Height: 15 feet [to Shoulder]
Magic User:Yes [Dragon Magic, of course]
Preferred Weapon(s):Tail, claws, Horns, Teeth. Just about anything on her body.
Appearance: Ambrosia is a smaller-scale dragon. Her face is rough and jagged, but presents a royal air about her. Instead of a regular maw and fangs, she has a eagles beak nearer to the end of her snout. Her neck at the base of her head isn't very large, but as you go down it thickens out and connects to her small body. Her length from tip of her 'beak' to the tip of her tail is a total of 26 feet. Her wings are her largest feature, extending about 17 feet each wing, giving her a wings span of about 34 feet. Her front limbs are thin and long, with thick bones. Her back limbs are thicker and a bit rounder.
Jagged and broken horns protrude from her less then elegant shaped head. Her claws are long and slightly curved. There are small tears in her bat-like wings. two small, figure like limbs from from both her wings, each one having a small claw on their tip to use as fighting as well.
----
Ambrosia likes as many things as she hates. She isn't a very complex dragon.
Likes:
Hunting, sleeping, eating, being around other dragons, being in the water, swimming, fishing, running, flying, Dwarves [they are funny creatures!] and plenty of things. Not specifically in that order.
Dislikes:
The Empire, soldiers, war, evil dragons, fire, ice, the color blue. Darkness, the Forsworn, traitors, humans, Elves, and plenty of other things.
Strengths: The ability to hold back her anger or frustration, to think with her mind and not go by her heart, no matter how torn. She has a strong sense of justice, and has the ability to think without being clouded by emotions. She kind, thoughtful, and sometimes even caring.
Good with using fire, though she doesn't like it, and thick, tough scales.
Weakness: Tends to trust others slightly easily, refuses to take a life without cause, refuses to fight along the humans or elves. Bad judge of character in the beginning.
Family:
Forsworn Dragon-Father.
Forsworn Dragon-Mother
No Siblings she knows of.
Not-So-Brief History:
Ambrosia is a dragon of the old. Born on ione of the days of The Blood Oath Ceremony, she was prophesied over by a Rider to be one of the greater dragons, born to protect and serve her kind as well as the innocent. Her prophecy was a blessing as well as a curse. Without knowing it, The Rider had doomed her to a fate of serving the just cause. Causing her to only be loyal to the innocent, the upright, the pure of heart. Unless they proved otherwise, Ambrosia could not, not even if she were chained, be anywere near the evil or cruel, not even her Rider.
Born in a rocky spire north of Ellesmera, her mother, a large female beauty and also the dragon of a Rider, raised her well away from the presence of humans and elves. Her Rider was a young, strapping man. But, as time went on, he became a very cruel one, lowering her view of Humans quickly. She had hatched for him weeks from her egg birth because, at the time, his heart was pure and right. But as the two became close, he began to become a cruel man. She, being bound by her blessing, was drawn farther and farther away from her Rider, their bond growing weaker and weaker each passing day. Her life was a living curse as each day she felt pain at being close to her Rider. Her Riders way developed into sheer evil, hidden by the mask of a wholesome Rider. She began to loath his very presence, wishing him death upon every horrid death just to ease her pain.
She and her Rider always flew with a man, Galbatorix, and his dragon. He was the only man who didn't cause pain when she was near him. His heart, to her, was clean. They were with him the day his dragon died, helpless as they watched. Her Rider became closer to Galbatorix more then ever, and Ambrosia began to worry.
Then her Rider became a truly evil man. And Ambrosia learned that Galbatorix had been corrupting him ever since she was born.
Then, some years later, The Fall of the Riders came, and her Rider was bound to follow the Fallen. He had stormed upon her slumber, calling every beastly name he could to get her up. She had risen slowly, unaware of what was happening, but knowing something was going to happen.
Something evil.
The evil in her Riders heart caused her to almost be sick, and, in a desperate rage to flee, used her own claw to destroy her Rider.
The release from her bonds felt great. She felt no grief from slaying her Rider, only pity that he was so evil.
She quickly rushed from her sleeping hold, looking around to see what was happening. The Fall had started, and Ambrosia was turned on by her parents. She fought enough just to get away, flying away from her home, away from all the evil. Away from all that wickedness that caused her much pain.
She flew to the Boar Mountains, never fulfilling her duty as one of the great dragons, only wallowing in her curse. The shame of how she had slain her Rider came upon her like a spear, piercing her heart. She almost began to retreat into her Eldunari-her heart of hearts, when a small voice told her to hide and wait, wait for the day she could have her revenge on the man who corrupted her Rider. The man who had caused so much evil in her life.
And now, many years later, she awakens from her sleep, seeking revenge for a death she had caused on a man who had caused it.
[Password:Witch of Teirm]
Anything extra:Picture of Ambrosia
