Galbatorix
Jan 7, 2006 3:02:34 GMT -5
Post by smudgers on Jan 7, 2006 3:02:34 GMT -5
Stuff that is Unknown shall be made up. I might add a bit more to his history too.
Full Name : Galbatorix Charston Cartholeg
Other name: Emperor Galbatorix (His servants have to use a type of formality they can't just say his name it shows great disrespect.)
Race: : Canon; Dragon Rider, King of Alagaësia (niether of these are really races but whatever.) Human
Side : Empire
Birthplace: Inzilbêth
Age : Centuries he is almost as old as the creation of the Dragon Riders themselves.
Gender :Male
Birthday : December 16, unknown year exactly
Eyes : Galbatorix's eyes are as black as his heart. Show no secrets yet hiding no fear.
Hair : From years of hard work to become kings his hair is a silver grey, brown streaks still remain. A sign, and one of the only to show his age is his balding head where hair has failed to stay.
Weight : 250 lbs. This makes him lean enough to fight in battes and wars or to fight of his own accord.
Height : 6'6
Magic User : Yes, due to his ability as Dragon Rider.
Clothing : A cape that is a deep shade of blue, to the point of almost blackness. He has gloves encrusted with rubies and boots to match both black. He wears armor all of the time unless he is in the safety of his castle of asleep. His armor is the one he wore when he first became a rider, scarred and blood stain from the battles holding memories of the past of which only he knows.
Preferred Weapon(s) : A sword made of the finest steel, encrusted with ruby 5 times the weight of an average sword. Made by elves to fit the hand of Glabatorix, obtained through pawns in the Dragon Rider's that he used. Held in a sheath by his side encrusted with words of the ancient language. Magic which he uses as a weapon and life preserver.
Personality : An evil man most would say but lets look more into depth.
Galbatorix is a corrpt man driven by the thirst for power and fueled by the need to rule. He is strict and yet leverageable. He has a suductave manner which he uses to obtain the things he needs. So to put Galbatorixes manner into one word would be a fools task for he has so many to hide use in his quest for power.
Likes/Dislikes : Galbatorix enjoys power, he likes obeidence and for things to go his way. Ruling and killing I would say are hobbies of his. He dislikes the Varden, and uprise against his power, however he relishes the challenge.
Family : Mother and Father in his eyes he has none. However he brutaly slaughtered them when going against his ideas of power, fame, and eternal glory.
Brief History :
Galbatorix was raised in a town called Inzilbêth. As a young boy he heard stories of the Dragon Riders and there fame. He fantasized being one while his parents discarded his obsession. One day as a boy around the age of 17 Balbatorix demanded he be brought to be tried as a Rider. When they refused he drew his first blood, which was that of his own families. He took everything he would need for the journey and set out to find the place to be tested. He recieved his first dragon with glee at first he saw it as a pet, the pet grew as an equal soon enough. Galbatorix realized his dragons power and found a new power within himself. He threw caution to the winds eagar to prove himself. He forgot about his duties as a Dragon Rider as he became more obsessed with the power. Soon he was throwing lives away, without care for anybody but himself. A disasterous trip lead his friends and dragon to death, so he knew that he needed a new one in order to keep his newly found power. He asked and pleaded for one but was denied for his true purposes were seen by the lead of the Dragon Riders. . Galbatorix became enraged and swore revenge on the Riders. He was quick to blame his dragons death on his old friends and reasoned that in order to destroy a force so big he would need more power.
Soon he had found a willing group of riders to join him, and used them to destroy the Riders from the inside out. Mad with power and craving more Galbatorix went past what he had set out to do. He started killing the innocent, the strong. Anybody who stood in his path to power became and enemy. After years of ruthlessness and the Dragon Riders gone Galbatorix saw his opportunity to achieve power which was in his grasp. He had a final battle with the man he hated most, slaying the Leader of the Dragon Riders, he crowned himself king of Algaësia. For years he has ruled destroying all who appozed him and his rule. The Varden are the first to rebel and succeed however a power struggle continues between the two and it shall until the other is slain.
Sample RP
Galbatorix woke up sweat dripping from his brow. This was the fifth night in a row the night mare reaccured. He sat up in his bed letting the red vevlet covers drop to the floor. The heat was emmense or was he imagining it. He looked about the circular room, weapons, and scrolls of recent laws lay everywhere. He stood deciding to go fetch a servant to get him a glass of water. He quickly wiped his brow and strapped his sword to his side. He wouldn't want to be caught off gaurd by a Varden spy right at the moment. He was still drowsy from the lack of sleep yet fully alert of the dangers that befall him.
He opened the big wooden door to his chambers and stepped out into the cool hallway. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as the cool air rushed over him. He started walking thinking about the dream and what it meant. I'll be damned if it is a prophecy he thought to himself. No Rider, Elf, or Human dare challenge my authority. He made a sharp left turn towards the servant corridors. He wiped the thought from his mind as he walked towards the chambers, becoming more awake he ralized he could worry about them when he had more time.
He reached the door pounding on the door before abrutly slamming it open. He expected gasp's of horror in case of an attack but no noise reached his ears. He quickly lit a lanterned and looked about the room. Bodies lay bloody and fresh, the smell reached his nostrils and he bacem fully alert. A moan off to his left grasped his attention. A slave was crawling toward his his face bloodied and a limb missing. He grabbed the man by the scruff of his neck. "Who did this?" he demanded in a booming voice. The servant simply smiled weakly, then his head tilted to the side as he drift into death. Galbatorix through th body off, such ignorance from such scum. He drew his sword ready for any attacks. He left the room and bodies behind.
He headed for his chambers mind racing. Was there a Varden amongst them who had done this? Perhaps a rage broke out amongst the slaves and blod was shed. He turned right sharply heading down the hall to where he resided. His pace quickened as he got nearer to his room, he arrive to see his dorr broken shattered amongst the floor. He turned into the door way to see a dark figure standng in his room. A cloak draped down, illuminated from the light in the hall. A loght got Galbatorix's eye and he looked to a sword, blood dripping from the tip. Enraged Glabatorix barked "Who are you how did you get past my men?"
Anything extra : Galbatorix fears the Varden, but respects them. He knows of there Rider but is confindant in his own power. Rider being obtained he looks forward to the final battle between himself and the Varden. After they are destroyed he plans to expand his horrible rule over Algasësia. Looking for new challenges, new land, new adventures and more power.
Final draft any more suggestions?
Full Name : Galbatorix Charston Cartholeg
Other name: Emperor Galbatorix (His servants have to use a type of formality they can't just say his name it shows great disrespect.)
Race: : Canon; Dragon Rider, King of Alagaësia (niether of these are really races but whatever.) Human
Side : Empire
Birthplace: Inzilbêth
Age : Centuries he is almost as old as the creation of the Dragon Riders themselves.
Gender :Male
Birthday : December 16, unknown year exactly
Eyes : Galbatorix's eyes are as black as his heart. Show no secrets yet hiding no fear.
Hair : From years of hard work to become kings his hair is a silver grey, brown streaks still remain. A sign, and one of the only to show his age is his balding head where hair has failed to stay.
Weight : 250 lbs. This makes him lean enough to fight in battes and wars or to fight of his own accord.
Height : 6'6
Magic User : Yes, due to his ability as Dragon Rider.
Clothing : A cape that is a deep shade of blue, to the point of almost blackness. He has gloves encrusted with rubies and boots to match both black. He wears armor all of the time unless he is in the safety of his castle of asleep. His armor is the one he wore when he first became a rider, scarred and blood stain from the battles holding memories of the past of which only he knows.
Preferred Weapon(s) : A sword made of the finest steel, encrusted with ruby 5 times the weight of an average sword. Made by elves to fit the hand of Glabatorix, obtained through pawns in the Dragon Rider's that he used. Held in a sheath by his side encrusted with words of the ancient language. Magic which he uses as a weapon and life preserver.
Personality : An evil man most would say but lets look more into depth.
Galbatorix is a corrpt man driven by the thirst for power and fueled by the need to rule. He is strict and yet leverageable. He has a suductave manner which he uses to obtain the things he needs. So to put Galbatorixes manner into one word would be a fools task for he has so many to hide use in his quest for power.
Likes/Dislikes : Galbatorix enjoys power, he likes obeidence and for things to go his way. Ruling and killing I would say are hobbies of his. He dislikes the Varden, and uprise against his power, however he relishes the challenge.
Family : Mother and Father in his eyes he has none. However he brutaly slaughtered them when going against his ideas of power, fame, and eternal glory.
Brief History :
Galbatorix was raised in a town called Inzilbêth. As a young boy he heard stories of the Dragon Riders and there fame. He fantasized being one while his parents discarded his obsession. One day as a boy around the age of 17 Balbatorix demanded he be brought to be tried as a Rider. When they refused he drew his first blood, which was that of his own families. He took everything he would need for the journey and set out to find the place to be tested. He recieved his first dragon with glee at first he saw it as a pet, the pet grew as an equal soon enough. Galbatorix realized his dragons power and found a new power within himself. He threw caution to the winds eagar to prove himself. He forgot about his duties as a Dragon Rider as he became more obsessed with the power. Soon he was throwing lives away, without care for anybody but himself. A disasterous trip lead his friends and dragon to death, so he knew that he needed a new one in order to keep his newly found power. He asked and pleaded for one but was denied for his true purposes were seen by the lead of the Dragon Riders. . Galbatorix became enraged and swore revenge on the Riders. He was quick to blame his dragons death on his old friends and reasoned that in order to destroy a force so big he would need more power.
Soon he had found a willing group of riders to join him, and used them to destroy the Riders from the inside out. Mad with power and craving more Galbatorix went past what he had set out to do. He started killing the innocent, the strong. Anybody who stood in his path to power became and enemy. After years of ruthlessness and the Dragon Riders gone Galbatorix saw his opportunity to achieve power which was in his grasp. He had a final battle with the man he hated most, slaying the Leader of the Dragon Riders, he crowned himself king of Algaësia. For years he has ruled destroying all who appozed him and his rule. The Varden are the first to rebel and succeed however a power struggle continues between the two and it shall until the other is slain.
Sample RP
Galbatorix woke up sweat dripping from his brow. This was the fifth night in a row the night mare reaccured. He sat up in his bed letting the red vevlet covers drop to the floor. The heat was emmense or was he imagining it. He looked about the circular room, weapons, and scrolls of recent laws lay everywhere. He stood deciding to go fetch a servant to get him a glass of water. He quickly wiped his brow and strapped his sword to his side. He wouldn't want to be caught off gaurd by a Varden spy right at the moment. He was still drowsy from the lack of sleep yet fully alert of the dangers that befall him.
He opened the big wooden door to his chambers and stepped out into the cool hallway. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as the cool air rushed over him. He started walking thinking about the dream and what it meant. I'll be damned if it is a prophecy he thought to himself. No Rider, Elf, or Human dare challenge my authority. He made a sharp left turn towards the servant corridors. He wiped the thought from his mind as he walked towards the chambers, becoming more awake he ralized he could worry about them when he had more time.
He reached the door pounding on the door before abrutly slamming it open. He expected gasp's of horror in case of an attack but no noise reached his ears. He quickly lit a lanterned and looked about the room. Bodies lay bloody and fresh, the smell reached his nostrils and he bacem fully alert. A moan off to his left grasped his attention. A slave was crawling toward his his face bloodied and a limb missing. He grabbed the man by the scruff of his neck. "Who did this?" he demanded in a booming voice. The servant simply smiled weakly, then his head tilted to the side as he drift into death. Galbatorix through th body off, such ignorance from such scum. He drew his sword ready for any attacks. He left the room and bodies behind.
He headed for his chambers mind racing. Was there a Varden amongst them who had done this? Perhaps a rage broke out amongst the slaves and blod was shed. He turned right sharply heading down the hall to where he resided. His pace quickened as he got nearer to his room, he arrive to see his dorr broken shattered amongst the floor. He turned into the door way to see a dark figure standng in his room. A cloak draped down, illuminated from the light in the hall. A loght got Galbatorix's eye and he looked to a sword, blood dripping from the tip. Enraged Glabatorix barked "Who are you how did you get past my men?"
Anything extra : Galbatorix fears the Varden, but respects them. He knows of there Rider but is confindant in his own power. Rider being obtained he looks forward to the final battle between himself and the Varden. After they are destroyed he plans to expand his horrible rule over Algasësia. Looking for new challenges, new land, new adventures and more power.
Final draft any more suggestions?
Anything else?
