Rider Anurin and Vanilor WIP
Apr 5, 2013 4:04:58 GMT -5
Post by Aelodil on Apr 5, 2013 4:04:58 GMT -5
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 Human 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 human 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!
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 Human 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 human 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!
