Aelodil and Oroku. Indlvarn
May 22, 2014 13:28:22 GMT -5
Post by Aelodil on May 22, 2014 13:28:22 GMT -5
Full Name:Aelodil Bogielsson
Race:Human/Half-elf (After his years of bonding with a dragon, his body was changed)
Side:Neutral
Birthplace:Gil'ead
Age:27
Gender:Male
Birthday:October 5th
Eyes:Charcoal gray
Hair:Thick Blonde
Weight:150 lbs
Height:6"6
Magic User:Adept in many ways but his strongest suits are in using dark magic with a small strange mixture of healing.
Preferred Weapon(s):His Rider sword, Aeternum, and his shield that was crafted from the same material as his sword, Elith. He loves to use his shield to block but also considers it a weapon in it's own right. Aeternum's hilt has his beloved passed away dragon's skull built into it. The handle is exactly long and big enough for him to wield with one hand, but is actually as large as a two-handed sword's handle. It is a double-edged blade with two small spikes protruding from the blade right in front of the hilt, gradually narrowing down to the tip. It is also a blade of charcoal gray, matching his armor. His shield is gray with a few streaks of black in the middle. It is shaped as a triangle with extra layers on the lower part as if they were extra blades protruding out.
Appearance:At 6"6 in length and broad shoulders, he strikes a rather intimidating stature. His head is held high and proud with a little tilt to the left and above as if to prove his point of holding his head up high. His eyes are a strange and rare kind of gray that looks like black with a mixture of white and just by looking in them you can tell his mood, be it depressed or angry or otherwise. He is always wearing his armor which consists of a plated chest piece made of some darkened material that makes his armor look like charcoal gray, matching with his eyes. He tends to avoid wearing helmets, revealing his blonde hair which is thick and long. His hair is always in a mess giving him a rather barbaric look with a tad of nobility in his posture giving the perfect combination.
Personality:With a strong will that's like iron, once he made a promise he will never back down - even if it costs him his life. He has a strong belief in justice and freedom and will do anything to help someone in need of help. Despite his looks, however, he is rather gullible and finds socializing with others a tad bit hard. He is, also, rather dull and mainly relies on his strength and Oroku's wisdom as well as their magic.
--->Likes:Freedom, Justice, Strength, Spar
--->Dislikes:Tyranny, Cells, Weak being picked on by the strong, Unfair fights
--->Strengths:Agility, Strength in his body, Magic prowess, Eldunari's abilities in mental combat
--->Weakness:Very stupid, Slow to respond to things that require brain work, Easy to goad
Family: Father: Bogiel -Deceased-
Mother: Jaderiel -Deceased-
History:
Aelodil was born into a family of nobility. Despite being of nobility, his family didn't believe in taking the easy as passing as nobility to get whatever they want or to get themselves out of trouble. Their's was a lineage of noble knights. And due to that, Aelodil was raised in an environment to get him used to knighthood at an early age. The boy was exceptionally healthy and, at the age of 5 years was wielding a sword and shield, already training to become a knight. He seemed to be a natural, even besting his seniors at the age of 7. By the age of 9 he was made his own iron plate armor and was out chasing wanted thieves and bandits that were on the billboards. Due to this, he began to earn money at an early age. By the age of 13 he had earned enough money to go live on his own in a palace similar to his family's estate - and so he did. He informed his parents and they had nodded understandably - under one condition, that is, that he came back to visit at the end of each year. He agreed and packed his things and made way.
After he had finished moving what little of belongings he had into his new home, he began exploring his large house. It had many wonders and even a guard dog who he'd chase around the house giggling all the way. On his 20th birthday, as he returned to his parents' house to visit with his armor and weapon and shield, he walked inside to find a massacre. All of the servants laid there, dead. As he walked to his parents' chambers, he found his mother hiding something in her arms and his dad in front of her with his sword and shield in hand. Confronting them was an.. Empire soldier? No. It was a man obviously from the Varden. He bore the cloak of one of their captains. The man said something to his father - right before an arrow pierced his father's knee. Grunting, Bogiel fell to one knee. Then his sword arm was shot - then his shield arm. Aelodil could now hear the captain loud and clear,"Yield!" Bogiel looked at him and spat straight in his face. Furious, the captain slit his throat, effectively killing him.
He dropped to two knees. What - how - why? So many questions sprung up to his mind. Then the captain moved to his mother and stabbed her in the chest. Something inside Aelodil snapped. The captain laughed as his mother groaned in pain. He raised his arm again then stopped as a blade protruded from his belly. Aelodil stood behind him with his sword in hand and murder in his eyes. He took the sword out and ran to his mother's side. Jaderiel looked at her son with love. She revealed what she had been hiding - a key. She handed the key to him and whispered to him about one of the cellars in his palace. He nodded, tears in his eyes. Smiling, Jaderiel wiped her son's tears before dying in his arms. Aelodil stood up, his face neutral. He put his parents on their bed and covered them with the royal cloak of his family. He set the bed on fire and continued out of the face, tears still streaming from his face. As he got home, he went to the cellar his mother had pointed out. He found a chest inside with a locket that fit the key in his hand. He opened the chest and -
What he saw inside the chest shocked him: A stone. Then he realized he was wrong. It was a dragon egg! Confused, he took out the egg. It was black - but no. It was charcoal gray, the exact same as his armor. Tears still streaming, he hugged the egg to his chest - the same egg that had cost his parents their lives - and walked to his chambers. He dismissed his servants, giving them a final goodbye. Better he died alone then with them there to die too. That night he went to sleep with the egg next to him. He woke up at night with a.. serpent? No. Dragon. There was a dragon hatchling on his chest staring at him as he woke up. Forcing himself to remain calm, he sat upright and looked it in the eyes. He extended his arm out and it poked it's head into his arm. He felt a burning sensation. The same sensation as you get when you have frostbite, then it was over and he was out again.
Aelodil sat up and yawned, stretching. He got out of his bed, still in his armor. His hand burned and he didn't know why. Then he remembered last night and a fresh set of tears leaped to his eyes again. Biting them back, he stood up. He remembered a dragon. But where was said dragon... oh. He looked up to find a tail dangling in front of his eyes. Reaching above his head, he felt the dragon perched on his head. The dragon lowered it's head to his head to look at him face-to-face and then jumped down and made a few circles. Aelodil could only assume it was hungry. Reaching out with his arm, beckoning the dragon to jump on his arm and perch there, the dragon jumped onto his arm and he headed down to the kitchen. He took some milk out and placed it in a bowl which he placed on the table. The dragon jumped onto the table and began drinking the milk. Smiling, Aelodil reached out and began to pet the dragon who, in turn, began to make a purring sound. Over the next year, the same process repeated over and over. Him feeding the dragon and trying to teach it the tongue of humans and them both communicating and training together. He decided to name the dragon, a he, Oroku.
Finally, Oroku, at the age of one year and Aelodil set out to find Rhonda to make Aelodil a permanent sword and shield. After days of travelling, they arrived at her hut and gave her their plea. Frowning, she explained to them impatiently her oath. That was when they gave her the idea of building it by another blacksmith's hand and having herself enchant it. Sighing, she finally agreed and soon Aelodil had a new Rider sword with a specially made shield. Happily, the Rider and Dragon set out on an adventure. They ventured together, training and honing their skills to the max over the years. As the Empire began searching for Riders to 'tame', Aelodil began to ride on horseback as to not bring suspicion and wear leather gloves. Oroku would always be nearby but far enough as to stay out of sight. Aelodil named the horse whom had stayed with him for the next year "Shadowfax" The horse was a beautiful shade of jet black with a single spot of white on his head. Aelodil was now 26, having been bonded with a dragon for 6 years now, his body had been enhanced to that of a half-elves' body. His mind grew sharper and his strength stronger and his age ever-lasting. That's when calamity struck.
They were casually venturing near their home city, Gil'ead, when Oroku was attacked by a solid 15 Lethr'blacka. Where they came from or how they were even still alive was a mystery. A mystery that Aelodil didn't care about. He had to save Oroku. Oroku was forced to the ground, landing in front of Aelodil in a tangled mess of bones and blood as a Lethr'blacka landed in front of him and raised it's paw to deliver the finished blow. Aelodil had a flashback. This was similar to the scene with his parents. Aelodil charged the Lethr'blacka with single-minded fury and forced them to back off after wounding each of them. Despite being exhausted, he attempted to heal Oroku. Oroku gave a small hum of appreciation as he stood up. He looked at his rider in the eye then ejected his Eldunari. Aelodil took it and wrapped it in one of his satchels. He eyed Oroku with suspicion."Do not fear. You will not be alone. You have my Eldunari. Do not go into depression. Farewell, partner." Aelodil heard Oroku say just before Oroku's body collapsed and he stopped breathing. Despair washed over Aelodil. He had lost his only family. How had this happened to him?
Aelodil spent the next year travelling on Shadowfax across Alagaesia. He had no actual destination. He just wandered, retaliating dangerously to anyone who neared Shadowfax with a weapon. He finally overcame his sorrow and despair and bonded with Oroku as an Eldunari. The two overcame despair and Aelodil went back to being himself - almost. The now pair of Indlvarn roamed the lands, still on their journey. Despite having no Psychical body, Oroku still laughed and enjoyed himself with Aelodil on their trips. Aelodil to this day still roams around the world with his partner Oroku and his brave mount Shadowfax with Oroku's eldunari safely hidden away in an invisible socket nearby.
Eldunari Name:Oroku
Eldunari Color:A dark shade of charcoal gray, almost black.
Side:Neutral
Appearance:As a dragon, Oroku was rather large compared to other dragons as he had 6 years to mature and grow. He was about the size of a castle by then and his scales didn't reflect any light giving him a gloomy aura wherever he went. When he ejected his Eldunari, it took the same color as his scales and was rather large. It was about the same size as his egg, rather large and heavy.
Personality:It seemed that Oroku had inherited each of Aelodil's good traits and none of his bad ones. He had a will of steel and iron and had the heart of a champion. But whereas Aelodil lacked in brain power, Oroku was brilliant, always the one to come up with the plans. But despite that, he was still very ferocious and defending of his former Rider. He would defend their minds with sheer will.
Anything Extra:Yeah, I have something extra: HOLY CRAP! This History was damn huge! G'luck readin' it all!
Race:Human/Half-elf (After his years of bonding with a dragon, his body was changed)
Side:Neutral
Birthplace:Gil'ead
Age:27
Gender:Male
Birthday:October 5th
Eyes:Charcoal gray
Hair:Thick Blonde
Weight:150 lbs
Height:6"6
Magic User:Adept in many ways but his strongest suits are in using dark magic with a small strange mixture of healing.
Preferred Weapon(s):His Rider sword, Aeternum, and his shield that was crafted from the same material as his sword, Elith. He loves to use his shield to block but also considers it a weapon in it's own right. Aeternum's hilt has his beloved passed away dragon's skull built into it. The handle is exactly long and big enough for him to wield with one hand, but is actually as large as a two-handed sword's handle. It is a double-edged blade with two small spikes protruding from the blade right in front of the hilt, gradually narrowing down to the tip. It is also a blade of charcoal gray, matching his armor. His shield is gray with a few streaks of black in the middle. It is shaped as a triangle with extra layers on the lower part as if they were extra blades protruding out.
Appearance:At 6"6 in length and broad shoulders, he strikes a rather intimidating stature. His head is held high and proud with a little tilt to the left and above as if to prove his point of holding his head up high. His eyes are a strange and rare kind of gray that looks like black with a mixture of white and just by looking in them you can tell his mood, be it depressed or angry or otherwise. He is always wearing his armor which consists of a plated chest piece made of some darkened material that makes his armor look like charcoal gray, matching with his eyes. He tends to avoid wearing helmets, revealing his blonde hair which is thick and long. His hair is always in a mess giving him a rather barbaric look with a tad of nobility in his posture giving the perfect combination.
Personality:With a strong will that's like iron, once he made a promise he will never back down - even if it costs him his life. He has a strong belief in justice and freedom and will do anything to help someone in need of help. Despite his looks, however, he is rather gullible and finds socializing with others a tad bit hard. He is, also, rather dull and mainly relies on his strength and Oroku's wisdom as well as their magic.
--->Likes:Freedom, Justice, Strength, Spar
--->Dislikes:Tyranny, Cells, Weak being picked on by the strong, Unfair fights
--->Strengths:Agility, Strength in his body, Magic prowess, Eldunari's abilities in mental combat
--->Weakness:Very stupid, Slow to respond to things that require brain work, Easy to goad
Family: Father: Bogiel -Deceased-
Mother: Jaderiel -Deceased-
History:
Aelodil was born into a family of nobility. Despite being of nobility, his family didn't believe in taking the easy as passing as nobility to get whatever they want or to get themselves out of trouble. Their's was a lineage of noble knights. And due to that, Aelodil was raised in an environment to get him used to knighthood at an early age. The boy was exceptionally healthy and, at the age of 5 years was wielding a sword and shield, already training to become a knight. He seemed to be a natural, even besting his seniors at the age of 7. By the age of 9 he was made his own iron plate armor and was out chasing wanted thieves and bandits that were on the billboards. Due to this, he began to earn money at an early age. By the age of 13 he had earned enough money to go live on his own in a palace similar to his family's estate - and so he did. He informed his parents and they had nodded understandably - under one condition, that is, that he came back to visit at the end of each year. He agreed and packed his things and made way.
After he had finished moving what little of belongings he had into his new home, he began exploring his large house. It had many wonders and even a guard dog who he'd chase around the house giggling all the way. On his 20th birthday, as he returned to his parents' house to visit with his armor and weapon and shield, he walked inside to find a massacre. All of the servants laid there, dead. As he walked to his parents' chambers, he found his mother hiding something in her arms and his dad in front of her with his sword and shield in hand. Confronting them was an.. Empire soldier? No. It was a man obviously from the Varden. He bore the cloak of one of their captains. The man said something to his father - right before an arrow pierced his father's knee. Grunting, Bogiel fell to one knee. Then his sword arm was shot - then his shield arm. Aelodil could now hear the captain loud and clear,"Yield!" Bogiel looked at him and spat straight in his face. Furious, the captain slit his throat, effectively killing him.
He dropped to two knees. What - how - why? So many questions sprung up to his mind. Then the captain moved to his mother and stabbed her in the chest. Something inside Aelodil snapped. The captain laughed as his mother groaned in pain. He raised his arm again then stopped as a blade protruded from his belly. Aelodil stood behind him with his sword in hand and murder in his eyes. He took the sword out and ran to his mother's side. Jaderiel looked at her son with love. She revealed what she had been hiding - a key. She handed the key to him and whispered to him about one of the cellars in his palace. He nodded, tears in his eyes. Smiling, Jaderiel wiped her son's tears before dying in his arms. Aelodil stood up, his face neutral. He put his parents on their bed and covered them with the royal cloak of his family. He set the bed on fire and continued out of the face, tears still streaming from his face. As he got home, he went to the cellar his mother had pointed out. He found a chest inside with a locket that fit the key in his hand. He opened the chest and -
What he saw inside the chest shocked him: A stone. Then he realized he was wrong. It was a dragon egg! Confused, he took out the egg. It was black - but no. It was charcoal gray, the exact same as his armor. Tears still streaming, he hugged the egg to his chest - the same egg that had cost his parents their lives - and walked to his chambers. He dismissed his servants, giving them a final goodbye. Better he died alone then with them there to die too. That night he went to sleep with the egg next to him. He woke up at night with a.. serpent? No. Dragon. There was a dragon hatchling on his chest staring at him as he woke up. Forcing himself to remain calm, he sat upright and looked it in the eyes. He extended his arm out and it poked it's head into his arm. He felt a burning sensation. The same sensation as you get when you have frostbite, then it was over and he was out again.
Aelodil sat up and yawned, stretching. He got out of his bed, still in his armor. His hand burned and he didn't know why. Then he remembered last night and a fresh set of tears leaped to his eyes again. Biting them back, he stood up. He remembered a dragon. But where was said dragon... oh. He looked up to find a tail dangling in front of his eyes. Reaching above his head, he felt the dragon perched on his head. The dragon lowered it's head to his head to look at him face-to-face and then jumped down and made a few circles. Aelodil could only assume it was hungry. Reaching out with his arm, beckoning the dragon to jump on his arm and perch there, the dragon jumped onto his arm and he headed down to the kitchen. He took some milk out and placed it in a bowl which he placed on the table. The dragon jumped onto the table and began drinking the milk. Smiling, Aelodil reached out and began to pet the dragon who, in turn, began to make a purring sound. Over the next year, the same process repeated over and over. Him feeding the dragon and trying to teach it the tongue of humans and them both communicating and training together. He decided to name the dragon, a he, Oroku.
Finally, Oroku, at the age of one year and Aelodil set out to find Rhonda to make Aelodil a permanent sword and shield. After days of travelling, they arrived at her hut and gave her their plea. Frowning, she explained to them impatiently her oath. That was when they gave her the idea of building it by another blacksmith's hand and having herself enchant it. Sighing, she finally agreed and soon Aelodil had a new Rider sword with a specially made shield. Happily, the Rider and Dragon set out on an adventure. They ventured together, training and honing their skills to the max over the years. As the Empire began searching for Riders to 'tame', Aelodil began to ride on horseback as to not bring suspicion and wear leather gloves. Oroku would always be nearby but far enough as to stay out of sight. Aelodil named the horse whom had stayed with him for the next year "Shadowfax" The horse was a beautiful shade of jet black with a single spot of white on his head. Aelodil was now 26, having been bonded with a dragon for 6 years now, his body had been enhanced to that of a half-elves' body. His mind grew sharper and his strength stronger and his age ever-lasting. That's when calamity struck.
They were casually venturing near their home city, Gil'ead, when Oroku was attacked by a solid 15 Lethr'blacka. Where they came from or how they were even still alive was a mystery. A mystery that Aelodil didn't care about. He had to save Oroku. Oroku was forced to the ground, landing in front of Aelodil in a tangled mess of bones and blood as a Lethr'blacka landed in front of him and raised it's paw to deliver the finished blow. Aelodil had a flashback. This was similar to the scene with his parents. Aelodil charged the Lethr'blacka with single-minded fury and forced them to back off after wounding each of them. Despite being exhausted, he attempted to heal Oroku. Oroku gave a small hum of appreciation as he stood up. He looked at his rider in the eye then ejected his Eldunari. Aelodil took it and wrapped it in one of his satchels. He eyed Oroku with suspicion."Do not fear. You will not be alone. You have my Eldunari. Do not go into depression. Farewell, partner." Aelodil heard Oroku say just before Oroku's body collapsed and he stopped breathing. Despair washed over Aelodil. He had lost his only family. How had this happened to him?
Aelodil spent the next year travelling on Shadowfax across Alagaesia. He had no actual destination. He just wandered, retaliating dangerously to anyone who neared Shadowfax with a weapon. He finally overcame his sorrow and despair and bonded with Oroku as an Eldunari. The two overcame despair and Aelodil went back to being himself - almost. The now pair of Indlvarn roamed the lands, still on their journey. Despite having no Psychical body, Oroku still laughed and enjoyed himself with Aelodil on their trips. Aelodil to this day still roams around the world with his partner Oroku and his brave mount Shadowfax with Oroku's eldunari safely hidden away in an invisible socket nearby.
Eldunari Name:Oroku
Eldunari Color:A dark shade of charcoal gray, almost black.
Side:Neutral
Appearance:As a dragon, Oroku was rather large compared to other dragons as he had 6 years to mature and grow. He was about the size of a castle by then and his scales didn't reflect any light giving him a gloomy aura wherever he went. When he ejected his Eldunari, it took the same color as his scales and was rather large. It was about the same size as his egg, rather large and heavy.
Personality:It seemed that Oroku had inherited each of Aelodil's good traits and none of his bad ones. He had a will of steel and iron and had the heart of a champion. But whereas Aelodil lacked in brain power, Oroku was brilliant, always the one to come up with the plans. But despite that, he was still very ferocious and defending of his former Rider. He would defend their minds with sheer will.
Anything Extra:Yeah, I have something extra: HOLY CRAP! This History was damn huge! G'luck readin' it all!
