Arlen Mareksson and Raiann Istalri

[Dragonkin]

Name: Arlen Mareksson
Other Name: Little One (An affectionate name given to Arlen by Raiann his dragon)
Race: Half Elf, half Human (Dragon Rider)
Side: Unknown
Birthplace: Osilon
Age: 22
Gender: Male

Eyes: Sapphire blue
Hair: Average Length, Light Chestnut (Brown)
Weight: 175 lbs
Height:5"11

Magic User: Yes

Weapons: "kveykva-blädrn" (Roughly translated to Lightning Blade... usually shortened to just Kveykva) Hand and a half sword (bastard sword) with a Dark blue blade with a slight white hue (Lightning embossed scabbard), Bow, Medium Armor, Medium Shield

Appearance: Years of tutelage under Oromis and Glaedr have not exactly tempered his rage.. so is still rough around the edges, light skin tone, smooth face, long arms, tough shoulders, happy, young and energetic, he has a scar on his right leg from getting too roughed up scaling a large pile of rocks in Du Weldenvarden, wears a tree locket of blue and green given to him by his mother. Not overly Muscular, nor entirely too lean, perfect teeth, Sapphire rich eyes, medium length of graceful hair, always is wearing his sword "Kveykva"at his waist and is always accompanied by Raiann unless traveling through Ellesmera or densely populated areas. Medium build,on his left hand ring finger he wears a dragon shaped ring of blue gold mixed with green streaks of fire which is an heirloom passed down by his family on his father's side. On his right palm is the Gedway Insignia signifying him as a Dragon Rider.

Personality: A bit shy and uncomfortable with meeting new people, he can be Compassionate, Loving, Caring, Kind when it comes to Protecting his friends Family and the Weak, Gentle Spirit at heart but Jealous when something gets between him and Raiann, Arlen has this outlook on life that everything has a purpose. He has a Calm Demeanor if alone with his Dragon, his only Passion is Raiann. He would Sacrifice anything for the greater good but would rather tear out his soul than lose Raiann. He can be quite rash due to a life of pain and difficulty of knowing whom he can trust..

Likes to cuddle and hunt with Raiann. He may have lived with elves for a while but still enjoys the taste of meat even though it can hurt him sometimes having tapped into his magical abilities and probing with his mind..

Dislikes those who would hurt others for personal gain and amusement and especially those who would dare to try and harm his partner of his heart/mind Raiann

Strengths: Problem solving intelligence, sword combat, spell weaving?, Writing/Drawing, Puzzles

Weaknesses: Arlen's love for his partner Raiann and fear of losing her. Making speeches (unless they are to people he really knows), Obeying orders from his superiors when someone he cares about is in trouble, Impulsive, can disregard his own safety for the well-being of others..

Birth Family: Father-Marek, Mother-Unknown, Sister-Silvian (last known relative of Arlen)

History: Arlen was born in the elven city of Osilon and was half Human, half Elf due to his father being Human and his mother being an Elf. His Elven sister Silvian was 18 when he was born. He grew up in Osilon for 12 years happy and loved by his family. But the years of happiness were not to last for the young Elf/Human boy. Arlen's parents were brutally murdered by an Imperial Dragon Rider in front of him when they attacked the Elven city of Osilon. Arlen's sister Silvian manages to pull him away before the Rider could kill him and they fled to a outlying village on the borders of Du-Weldenvarden. Silvian, Arlen's sister, had been caring for him while they struggled to stay hidden in that town but they were happy being together just the same. Out of nowhere Imperial Soldiers raid the town and while Arlen manages to flee thanks to his sister staying behind to hold off the Empire's soldiers. Arlen's sister Silvian is taken prisoner unbeknownst to Arlen and Arlen hasn't seen nor heard from her since and he misses her dearly as does Silvian.

.....After he barely escapes the wrath of the Empire, Arlen heads into the wilds bordering Du Weldenvarden and reached the edge of the immense forest after a week. He stayed near the borders of the forest and was ambushed by an Imperial Spell-caster and group of soldiers. Arlen who is in tears and full of anger up to this point lashing out this way and that after being attacked is knocked unconscious and dragged to a spot near a creek. The spell-caster hid and ordered the soldiers to do the same and they stayed close by and watched for anyone that got curious...... Meanwhile... 5 weeks had passed since Osilon was attacked and rumors spread to Ellesmera of a spy near the southwestern borders of the forest. Queen Izlanzadi sent Oromis and Glaedr to investigate. After a week of scouring the forest they come up empty handed. But as they were returning to Ellesmera Oromis spotted something below. Glaedr landed in a field and they found traces of fresh blood in the ground. Oromis followed it and found an unconcsious Arlen bleeding out, he was whimpering and shaking. So Oromis picked up the little Elven/Human boy and set him in the saddle. Just as Oromis was about to do the same and get into the saddle himself an Imperial Spellcaster and Soldiers emerged.

Oromis finally drove them off after what seemed like hours but in reality was no more than a short fight and Oromis sheathed his sword in the end after taking out the Imperial mage, Arlen was starting to fall off the saddle so Oromis secured him safely into the saddle and mounted Glaedr himself and so Glaedr took off once again. They went back to Ellesmera and reported to the Queen what had happened.

Izlanzadi was shocked and in turmoil when she saw the little Elven/Human boy and gasped at his wounds easily recognizing him as a half elf. Oromis then related the events that had transpired and Izlanzadi ran her fingers through the young Elven/Human boy's hair. Oromis she asked "why is it that they appeared after you found this boy instead of before finding him?" My Queen, Oromis said kneeling, my guess is that this boy was running from the Soldiers and got ambushed. It must have been a trap because I happened to show up and find him and then got attacked out of nowhere myself. She gazed at the boy still trembling and moaning in pain. Oromis and Izlanzadi alleviated some of Arlen's pain and put him on a bench to rest. Oromis these are ill tidings indeed and I must report all that has happened to the council.

Yes my Queen, said Oromis as he stood up, but what of the boy. If it is not too much trouble he is yours to care for now Oromis. So Izlanzadi gave Oromis custody of Arlen to watch over. Arlen was healed but was in and out of consciousness for a rough two weeks. When Arlen finally woke he felt a bit of nausea and then noticed that Oromis was gently staring at with a caring look in his eyes. Arlen was startled and jumped, but was calmed down quickly by a soft melody being played by Oromis upon a harp and he fell asleep. When he woke up again his nausea had passed and was much more calm. Arlen gazed around at his surroundings and spotted Oromis beside him resting. He looked at the Old Elf/Rider and shook his head... When Oromis woke a few minutes later they introduced themselves and Arlen told Oromis everything that had befallen him. There was much sorrow in the older Elf's/Rider's eyes and Arlen knew that Oromis felt pity for Arlen even before Oromis spoke his mind. So from that point on Oromis began training Arlen the ways of fighting and small bits of magic noting he had latent magical abilities being half elven. A few years later he had been wandering through the woods on his own needing to think away from Oromis and Glaedr..  he discovered by chance a lone egg half covered in mud and leaves.. seemingly abandoned.. this hatched into a marvelous female blue dragon a day or so after bringing it back with him to Oromis' home.

Arlen named her Raiann and now they share a bond that few riders ever possessed with their own dragons. Oromis in secret began to train him in the ways of the Riders for the next few years though it was arduous and difficult and he more often than not struggled with many lessons and techniques. When it was time to get a sword and he discovered that the Elven smith Rhunon could not forge one for him due to her Oath he went for a walk deep within Du Weldenvarden alone because Raiann was sleeping. Arlen was thinking about something as he tripped over a metal object and he discovered deep within the forest a marvelous blue blade with flecks of green and gold here and there and Arlen read the name "kveykva-blädrn" and it was actually made of brightsteel. A lost sword of the Dragon riders.. He was wondering why it had lain there in the muck and forgotten at all but expelled the thought because now at least he had a sword. Surprisingly it was well accustomed to his fighting styles.

He still has much to learn.. and has managed to keep his Dragon hidden from many aside from the Queen, Oromis, Glaedr and a handful of Elven Lords and Ladies..

Dragon Bio: Fierce, Strong-Willed, Loving, Cautious, Smart, Wise, Majestic

Name: Raiann Istalri
Side: Unknown
Birthplace: Hatched for Arlen when she felt a kindred spirit within him in the wilds of Du Weldenvarden/Crags of Tel'naeír
Age: 4 years
Gender: Female

Eyes: Blue laced with flecks of White
Scale Color: Dark Blue

Appearance: In the sky Raiann looks like a gleaming gem in the noonday sun, a Spectacular Wonder for all to see.. A symbol of hope to her allies and as beautiful as the setting sun upon the leaves of Du Weldenvarden, Raiann truly is a daughter of the wind and a bolt of fear to her enemies...

Personality: Loving, Compassionate, Intelligent, Strong, Gentle, but Devastating to those who would dare to try and harm her partner of her heart/mind Arlen, also Playful

Likes: Spending time with Arlen and hunting alone now and then to hone her skill
Dislikes: Being separated from Arlen and arguing with Arlen about their problems
Strengths: Flying, Fighting, Leading, Comforting Others, Courage, Respect, "Finding the Light within the Darkness"
Weakness (Weaknesses): Arlen, Jealousy, Obeying Commands when friends are in danger, Manners, Tact