Mikkel ( Accepted )
Nov 30, 2013 17:38:36 GMT -5
Post by Brenton on Nov 30, 2013 17:38:36 GMT -5
Full Name: Mikkel Bromsson
Other name: Arathale
Race: Dragon Spirit
Side: Neutral
Birthplace: Vroengard
Age: Born about the same time as Vrael
Gender: Male
Birthday: Fall Solstice
Eyes: Greyish Blue that is almost silver in the right light
Hair: Brown
Weight: 210 pounds all muscle
Height: 6 feet and 1 inch
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): A sword made by an ancient Wizard who claims to have taught Rhunon all that she knows. The blade is massive in length and size with a great Diamond blade and a hilt made of a strange material that has not been named. A large diamond rests in the pommel and two smaller ones in the crossguard. His sword is named Whirlwind
Appearance: Above
Personality: Reserved and patient, then only two words that I know of to describe how Arathale was when I last saw him but that was a year ago. He was calm and often times didn't resort to fighting but was not afraid of a fight and let it be known very quickly as he did not wish to fight those foolish enough to think him weak.
--->Likes: Quiet, Peace, Solitude, Dragon Spirits, Training, Magic, Archery, Free-running, Horseback Riding, Flying
--->Dislikes: War, Hatred, Violence, Slavery, Cruelty, Enclosed Spaces, Prisons, Empire, Varden
--->Strengths: Flying, Breathing Fire, Sword Combat, Archery, Running, Swimming, Stamina, Magic
--->Weakness: Enclosed Spaces, Prolonged Ground Combat, Prolonged Naval Combat, Heavy Weapons
Family:
Brenton Bromsson - Adopted Half Brother
Eragon Bromsson - Adopted Full Brother
Murtagh Morzansson - Adopted Half Brother
Brom - Adopted Father
Selena - Adopted Mother
Kialandi Morzansson - Biological Full Brother
History:
A tavern rang with echoing voices as drunken dullards and lonesome old men crowded around one table where a single man sat with his head down and his eyes at the mug he was holding in his hands. He took a shuddering breath and in his voice meant for story telling he continued what he had been saying to them all so as to avoid the fight that was brewing. It was a long time ago when a young rider found his way to the capital, Uru'baen, that he met the last person he would expect to find. The person was another spy, much like the man but bigger and stronger yet more reserved. He was saying that his name was none other than Mikkel, a revered hero of ancient times who was ready to go and fight to the death if need be. Yet the rider did not believe him for this was a man wearing commoner's clothing and no weapon other than a simple sword across his back so the rider asked what he wanted to know. How was he to believe this man was the great Mikkel? Mikkel launched into his history with the man, staying up late for days while they talked about history. He spoke of great perils and many pains that he had felt but none were as tragic as his early life and the rider would never forget them.
Mikkel, or Arathale as he was called then, was born to a small family in the mountainous terrain of Vroengard with a sword in one hand and a shield in the next. His family was small as he said but that was not that bad when you consider that he had a loving mother and father as well as a brother who was his twin but not meant to be. That day, a strange old man came forth and took the twin in his arms and cast spells strong and holy that transported him forward in time and out to the citadel of the Riders. This was meant to be the start of Kialandi Morzansson, a man who has been a pain to all of us.
Yet he was not the key of the life for Arathale was not familiar with his twin nor would he ever be since he hadn't been able to see him but for a few hours as a newborn babe. Still he grew into a bouncing boy of only three years when the dragons attacked the citadel and they came upon his home. These were wild and rogue but they were not looking for blood shed and instead came across the boy and his family. In a peace offering, the mother offered Arathale up as a truce and a dragon swallowed the boy but he was born strong. He is said to have ripped the head off that dragon with his bare fist from the inside out at just three but I believe the dragon could stand his taste no more than we could cyanide.
So when the dragon died the blood spilled on the baby boy and he was cursed to live as an outcast while human and the mother and father knew that. They tried many times to take his life, through knife or sword or arrow or poison, but none of them would harm him. It was like Arathale was protected by magic and that he was as it came to be discovered that when the dragon died his essence had infused with the boy and he had became something he knew not what was. It was a half dragon spirit but it was still a dragon spirit none the less.
Arathale went in search of his destiny at the tender age of ten years old just to run into a young dragon that was only about two hundred years old, young to his clan. The boy took up arms and grew ready to slay the beast but one look stopped him short and Arathale looked again to see if he could figure out why. The dragon was injured and weeping but he could not stop now so he swung the blade and put he beast out of it's misery. Once again blood hit his skin and once again he took on a strange curse but this time it was that he could live for an indefinite length of time.
So Arathale searched and found the beast that had harmed the dragon he had just slain and with his mind alone he destroyed the much larger dragon, a beast of one thousand years. On his way out of there with the blood of three dragons tainting his soul, it was said Arathale glowed with a silver light and he seemed to be larger than any his age should be. Well the boy walked through a cave on his way home that he had assumed was unoccupied and came across two dragons, both huge and ancient. One was a male and obviously around seven hundred years of age while the other was a female and the same age. Arathale shouldered his sword and examined the two but something made him bow and offer his sword to the male dragon.
With a mystical light, a young woman appeared in the place of the female dragon and soon the male dragon was gone too but so was Arathale. Instead was a combination of the two but no one would know for years as not even the boy could sense the four spirits inside of his mind. He walked out of there after looking at the woman and knowing she was not an ally. So he slew her and then left with her blood on his blade and face. This was becoming a boy who was savage but strong.
Arathale grew years old and soon he was twenty years old with another three dragons and two dragon spirits slain by his blade made by a human crafter. He was invincible to most and this made him a hero because it had been discovered that all of the beings he had killed were corrupted and were sent to kill the riders when they rose to power. Arathale was asleep one night when it happened, all of the blood that had cursed him seemed to have left a part of the essence within him. It was all the good essence and so he was benevolent but ten spirits and essences combined into his body had been like something akin to a Shade in reverse. The boy had grown to twenty years of age and he was now something different.
Arathale spent the next subsequent war with the Riders and Forsworn learning his abilities and growing stronger until he was one of the strongest of his race, the Dragon Spirits. He became a spy in the Empire and met a man known as Brom who was also a spy. The two grew together and they got to where they learned everything about each other but what they didn't know was that the two were supposed to be good friends. So in the middle of the night the two met with Selena and they discussed becoming a secretive family to all who asked. The two soon adopted Arathale under the name of Mikkel because that was the name he had taken when he made it into the capital.
