Post by Capricorn on Jun 6, 2014 21:14:14 GMT -5
Full Name: Sherxia
Race: Dragon Spirit
Side: Empire
Birthplace: The Spine
Age: 157 years old
Gender: Female
Birthday: June 16th
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Silvery-white
Weight: 145 lb.
Height: 5'11"
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): Her claws and teeth.
Appearance:
In her humanoid form, Sherxia looks like a typical half-elf. She has a fair mix of both human and elf features, and could probably pass for either. However, because her ears are only pointed slightly more than a human rider's, she'd likely have more difficulty passing as an elf than a human. Her hair is pale, a silvery, almost-white color. She has bright blue eyes.
Her typical attire has the colors of the Empire. As fights almost exclusively in her dragon form, her clothes are cloth and more suited to a mage than a footsoldier. However, if the occasion calls for it, she may wear chainmail instead. Because it's too heavy for her liking and she has difficulty moving quickly in it, she avoids wearing it when possible.
In her dragon form, Sherxia is a large pinkish-purple dragon. Her scales are slightly iridescent, making her scales more of either color depending on the light. Two bony horns rise from her head and curve backwards. Her wing membrane is the same color as the dominant shade of her scales. Her claws are black. However, she usually has a chain "collar" around her neck- a way of making her seem more like a beast than a person.
Personality:
In two words, Sherxia is a defeated creature. She had a life of her own- a purpose- long ago, but she's since given up her desire to get that back. She's been a servant of Galbatorix for so long, she's dedicated her life to being nothing but a servant of the mad king. She herself is not mad, but to some others, the passion with which she serves her master may make her seem to be. She is quite obedient for a "prisoner"- it's hard to describe her as anything else- to the point that she hardly makes decisions herself, instead relying on the orders that others give her. She is perfectly capable of making her own decisions, but she simply prefers not to.
--->Likes:
-Flying
-Her claws
--->Dislikes:
-Morzan
-Thinking about her clan
--->Strengths:
-Can turn into a dragon with big, scary claws and teeth
-Competent magic user
-Trained by other Dragon Spirits to use her abilities
--->Weaknesses:
-Rarely makes her own choices
-Has no hope for herself
-Lets herself be bossed around by everybody
Family:
Uthila- Mother
Ter'thyn- Father
History:
"There were about fifteen of us, I remember, and two wizards. Most of us came and went- some came depending on the seasons, others just when they needed a place to stay. Some remained with us year round. We took all dragon spirits that wanted to stay with us. I could never understand why- now, I see that there's a sort of desire to be with others like you. To have a safe place where others not only understand you, but experience things like you do. There's a kind of appeal to knowing that you're not alone. But... Sometimes you are, aren't you? Sometimes you just can't get that feeling you get when you know that you're not alone because you are alone.
"I knew what I was, growing up. My clan- that's what we called ourselves, a clan- was made up entirely of dragon spirits. Well, and the wizards, but they had been dragon spirits once, too. Once I was twenty, my clan taught me how to hunt, how to fight, how to fly. I loved the freedom of the skies. I loved my wings. I loved flying. I wouldn't doubt that I was the most free creature in all of Alagaesia- I ruled the skies and the earth alike. Nothing was inaccessible to me. Nothing.
"I was born in the clan, sure, but I didn't stay there all the time. There was a girl not much older than I. Her name was Tyra. She was a beautiful dragon, with blue-black scales. We were best friends. Sometimes, we'd leave the clan together, whether it be for a quick hunt or for months, to hide amongst the humans. We had a lot of fun doing that, sometimes. When the dragon riders fell, it was of no concern to us. We were isolated from the rest of the world. We could enter their world, but they couldn't enter ours. Or so we thought. And we were fools to think that.
"We were returning from a hunting trip, I remember. I had caught a deer, and Tyra didn't manage to catch anything. Despite the fact that it was my kill, Tyra carried it- we were playing. We returned to our camp in our humanoid form, and we found bodies strewn across the clearing. That moment is still clear- I can remember it as clearly as when I had first experienced it. Nobody was alive- it was a massacre. In the middle, inspecting their handiwork, were a red dragon and a dragon rider.
"We'd never met a dragon rider before. Later, we learned that he was a member of the Forsworn, Morzan. He cast a spell, first on Tyra. She fell to the ground, dead, still in her humanoid form. I had already started to shift, and I was able to shift faster than any other member of my clan. I think it was then that he realized his mistake. He must have thought that we were just a bunch of half-elf freaks who lived together for safety or something. It wasn't exactly false, but it wasn't the real truth, either.
"Now, he knew what we really were. Dragon spirits. Unfortunately for him, he had already killed fourteen dragon spirits and two of the strongest magicians in Alagaesia. Unfortunately for me, I was still alive and he was able to capture me. Sure, I fought, but he and his dragon restrained me rather quickly with their mix of brute strength and magic. Perhaps I shouldn't have fought back. Maybe I should have never showed him what I really was. Maybe death is better than what I have now.
"I was then imprisoned. The pain was like nothing I'd ever felt in my years. Those few days were the longest in my life. Then, finally, my name was spoken. My real name, my true name. It wasn't Morzan- it was Galbatorix who enslaved me. The man who is now my king, my lord, my liege.
"And so I was a servant. I lost hope. I've been a servant of the king for most of my life, and I don't see an end to it any time soon. He destroyed my life and my home. But I have a purpose now. I fight for Galbatorix because he knows my true name, yes. But I do it with passion, because he gave me a purpose.
"I remember freedom. I once had all the freedom that anybody could possibly want, that anybody could possibly imagine. But that was when I ruled the world."
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